#this started as just test shots and then is started fiddling more and more in photoshop...

[whitherwanderer]

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It's Hard to Believe | Jungkook One Shot

Summary: Getting pregnant with your best friend's baby definetly wasn't a part of the plan... Pairing: f!Reader x Jungkook (fwb, f2l) Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: A tiny bit of explicit and suggestive language but nothing crazy a/n: This is something I started writing at like midnight and it's kinda shit but I thought I might as well post it since I haven't posted in a while (Like five days short of a month wtf?!?!? How has it been that long?!?!) (I just barely checked rn lmao my bad 🥲) p.s. I kinda wanna do a full on series on a concept like this but it'll be different and less fluffy but that won't be happening for a long ass time but yeah lol Requested by a lovely anon 💜

"How am I supposed to tell him?" I ask my friend Sam for the millionth time since I found out. "Y/n just tell him. You guys have been friends for how long?" she asks and it's like I'm having deja vu from both of our responses. "Like ten years" I mumble and pull my sweatshirt sleeves down over my hands in an effort to stop my nervous fiddling but it only makes it worse. 

"Right and you guys have been messing around with each other for over a year now, maybe even more...I don't wanna know" she says while holding her hand up in a way to assure me that she doesn't need the details. "Just tell him. If he's as great of a guy as you keep on telling me he is then I promise everything will be okay" she says and places a hand on my shoulder before she gets up off my couch. 

"Where are you going?" I ask while she shrugs on her jacket. "Didn't you say he's supposed to be here around five?" she asks and I nod my head, checking the clock and seeing that it's already 4:30. 

"Yeah...are you sure you don't wanna stay and say hi?" I ask and she glares at me. "Let me know what his response is to that bun in the oven and then we'll talk. I wanna figure out if he's an asshole or not before I decide to waste anytime on him" she says while lacing up her shoes. 

"Promise me you'll tell him tonight?" she asks and lifts up her hood, getting ready to shield herself from the pouring rain outside. I nod my head reluctantly, that being way more progress than I've made for the past few weeks since I found out. "I promise" I utter under my breath and she smiles, pulling me in for a bone crushing hug. 

"Text me if you need me" she says, worried for what might happen but hoping for the best. "I will...thanks" I whisper and she nods her head before walking out of my door and turning slightly and waving to offer me one last farewell.

I close the door after I see her get into her car and lean my back up against it, steadying myself for a second and taking deep breaths, trying to stop my racing heartbeat before pushing off of it and tidying up before Jungkook gets here to distract myself. 

Sam has been the only one I've been able to count on and honestly the only person I can trust since I haven't told anyone else. She was the one I called when I missed my period and she's the one who brought me a pregnancy test...and then when out and bought me ten more because I couldn't actually grasp the concept that I was pregnant...am pregnant.

Jungkook and I have always been careful and taken all the necessary steps to keep this from happening but I guess we got careless this time. 

Through out this whole arrangement we've made it very clear to each other that we're not sleeping with anyone else but neither of us are looking for any sort of commitment either so that's why this has gone on for so long. 

Like it or not though we're going to be committed to each other in one way or another no matter what because I'm keeping this baby. No matter what he says I'm keeping them. 

Jungkook is my best friend, the one person who has been there for me through everything. He's seen me at all of my highest highs and especially at my lowest lows and no matter what he's never made me feel shitty about it. I know he's not the kind of guy that'll turn on you because of something like this but I can't help but still feel terrified. 

This wasn't supposed to happen but even if this child wasn't made with love from his side...it was made with love from mine. 

I don't know how long it's been since I fell in love with him but I know I shouldn't have said yes to this whole fuck buddy ordeal. I just couldn't stand the thought of him being with someone else so when he offered up the idea I said yes.

I figured that if this was a way to prevent him from getting his heart broken by all those sorry excuses of girlfriends he's had in the past then I guess I'll be okay with breaking mine.

He's been acting different lately though. He's been a lot touchier, asking to come over more often, going out of his way to help me with things, offering to feed me all the time and all of it is making me feel like he already knows. 

Does he know? Have I started showing already? I haven't really noticed a difference in my body yet but he looks at me naked a lot more often than I pay attention to myself naked so I mean I guess he could've noticed right? 

Only one way to find out though...

A half an hour later I hear him take out his keys and unlock my door and soon I'm greeted with a smile that tugs at my heartstrings. 

"Hi baby" he says, using that pet name he's become very fond of since this whole ordeal started. The sound of it after finding out I'm pregnant with his baby has made me a little uncomfortable though since I haven't told him yet. 

Don't get me wrong I love it when he calls me that but I can't help but think that if this goes south that he won't ever call me that again. 

Maybe the hormones have started to scramble my brain already because those uncomfortable feelings are quickly thrown away when I take in the sight of him after he shrugs off his rain coat. A simple black baggy hoodie and jeans engulf his form and the comfy sight just makes me want to curl up in bed with him and forget about everything and everyone.

Just him and I, it's always been him and I. I just don't know if this little one is going to change things. 

I place a hand on my stomach for a second as a way to gain some strength from my itty bitty baby before finally working up the courage to greet him.

"Hi" I greet him softly, walking over to where he's stopped to take off his shoes and when he looks back up at me he smiles again and kisses me. I sigh into it, savoring it for just a little bit longer and when it finally breaks he looks down at me with concern now written all over his face. 

"Are you okay?" he asks, sensing that something's off right away from the just the small change in the way I kissed him. I hesitate for a second then simply hold out my hand for him to take and he does, following behind me as I lead him over to my couch. 

Getting this over with sooner rather than later is my best option right now so there's no reason to delay. 

He needs to know, he deserves to know.

We sit there in silence, longer than he would like us to since I can tell how tense his body has gotten in a matter of minutes. "Y/n you're scaring me" he whispers, not wanting to pressure me but relaying his feelings. 

I take a couple more deep breaths before finally starting. "I need you to listen to me and I need you to please not speak until I'm finished" I say while looking down at my lap, not being able to meet his eyes. 

He murmurs a soft 'okay' and waits for me to continue, taking one of my hands and placing it in his lap. He needs some form of physical contact to keep him grounded since he's not too sure what to expect and I let him, knowing I need some reassurance too. 

Even if I don't know what his reaction is gonna be, in this moment I need it more than ever.

"I guess there's really no right way to go about saying this because this wasn't supposed to happen so I'm just gonna come out and say it..." I start off and he squeezes my hand, encouraging me to keep going. 

"I missed my period...over a month ago...and I haven't had it since then" I say and finally look up at him where he has an unsure expression. It's not one that's mad or disappointed with what I've said thus far which is a good thing but more like he's trying hard to hold himself back so he can keep that promise. 

His hold on my hand hasn't loosened, in fact it's gotten even tighter and that gives me hope that we'll work this out so I take another deep breath before continuing. 

"I tried to kid myself into thinking that it was late but when another week passed by I got nervous. I asked Sam to get me a test and it came out positive. I didn't believe it and thought it was a false positive and so to ease my mind she went a bought ten more from a bunch of different brands and...all of them came out positive" I say and he still looks at me with that same expression, waiting for me to give him the okay to speak and so I do. 

"How long have you known?" are the first words out of his mouth and although they're not negative they aren't necessarily positive either. "About a month now" I say and he nods his head, taking another second or two to formulate what he's gonna say next. 

"I'll support you no matter what you decide" he says and I let out a breath I didn't even know I had been holding in. "I wanna keep it" I say and he nods his head and smiles softly at first and then as the seconds go by it gets wider and wider making my heart beat faster. 

"Am I allowed to get excited now?" he whispers and I can't help but chuckle as tears start to prickle my eyes and give him a nod. "You're excited?" I say, my whole being slowly overcome with emotion. 

"How could I not be?" he scoffs playfully but that answer has me confused. "But Jungkook we're not together. I mean we're not in a relationship, we're just friends" I explain and there's a playful glint in his eyes after I say that that's making me even more nervous.

"You wanna know what I thought you were gonna tell me?" he offers up, slightly changing topics but I look at him in a way to urge him to continue. "I thought you were gonna break up with me" he says and I smile, "Jungkook we're not together. How could I break up with you?" I chuckle in disbelief. 

"Correction, I thought you were gonna break up with me before I even got the chance to ask you to be my girlfriend" he says with a grin and my jaw drops, the dots all connecting as to why he's been acting so different lately. "You were gonna ask me to be your girlfriend?" I utter quietly as if we were in a crowed room and I had a secret for just the two of us.

"I had actually planned on asking you tonight" he explains, walking over to where he had placed his backpack on the floor, taking out a bouquet of slightly squished flowers. "Sorry they're all beat up. I forgot and rode my bike over here so I didn't really have any other option but to put them in there" he says almost as if he was nervous, rubbing the back of his neck and it's then that I notice how pink his ears have gotten. 

He is nervous

I take them from him and smile, waiting for him to say it but he simply stands there and admires me and I can't help but laugh. "What so funny? I told you what happened to them" he utters through pouty lips which only makes me laugh more. "No, no it's not the flowers it's just that...don't you have something to say?" I ask, calming down my chuckles and when he looks at me with the same confused expression I have to try my hardest to keep the laughter at bay. 

"Do you have something you would like to ask me Jungkook" I rephrase it and after a second his lips go from a pout to the shape of an 'O' as he's figured it out. "Oh um, yeah, right. Well I um" he starts off, rubbing the back of his neck again while stuttering and trying to find the words and after struggling for a second I decide to poke fun at him again. 

"Jungkook I am literally carrying your child and you're too afraid to ask me to be your girlfriend?" I laugh, giving him a slight reality check which he scoffs at before responding. 

"I was trying to remember what I had rehearsed to say to you but now that you're being a little brat I guess you'll never get to know all the nice things I was gonna say" he retorts, his voice suddenly taking on a darker tone that sends a shiver through my body and he smirks when he sees my reaction to it. 

He cups my face and rubs his thumb along my bottom lip, making them part and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops just shy of my lips. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he whispers, nudging his nose against mine and making me smile. 

"I'll have to think about that" I play coy with him which he chuckles at. "You know if you weren't pregnant right now I would have thrown you over my lap for that smart mouth" he warns and I smile before leaning in and kissing him for just a second before pulling back. 

"Yes I'll be your girlfriend" I say and nudge my nose against his as well and before I can register it my back is on the couch and his lips are pressed against mine, the kiss not rushed but full of so many words that have yet to be said and he gives in, not being able to hold it in anymore.

"I love you" he says, pulling back and looking down at me to see my expression which is completely dumbfounded to say the least. "You what?" I ask and he chuckles, "Is it really that hard to believe?" he points out and I guess now that I think about it it really isn't.

"I guess we've both been in love with each other for a while now huh?" I smile and his eyes light up at my round about confession. "Say it" he says, and I can feel my cheeks heating up. I hadn't planned on actually saying those three words to him even though I've felt them for so long but I don't want to hold them back anymore. 

"I love you" I whisper and he smiles, "Say it again" he repeats, clearly not believing it just yet. "I love you Jungkook" I say and the little switch up with attaching his name to the end darkens his gaze. "I guess there's no chance in me getting you pregnant a second time right now huh?" he asks, sliding his hand up my thigh and I giggle. 

"No I think that's pretty much impossible but the odds are never zero" I say and he rolls his eyes. "I'm trying to tell you that I wanna hit it raw" he states the obvious while rolling his eyes. "I know I know...and the answer is yes Daddy" I tease, testing to see how that word affects him now that he knows.

He tongues his cheek at that making me bite my lip, knowing that's gonna be even more of a trigger word for him from now on. "Daddy huh? Well I guess that title is a little more fitting now isn't it?" 

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The baby justice, or whoever they were, were starting to get on Danny's nerves. Well, basically, everything did that currently, but not as much they did.

Don't get him wrong. He understood what it was like to be a teen hero, and he respected them for it. But it didn't stop him from immediately groaning when he ran into bird boy and arrow girl.

It started out as pretty okay day. He got a passing score on a test, and it had been a slow work, which meant he'd could go home early. He had got to his trashy apartment and immediately passed out. Danny wished that he'd could sleep till next week, but a few extra hours were still much appreciated.

But fate had other plans. Danny had woken up late at night in a cold sweat, flashs of green and loud yelling, repeating in his head over and over. Danny got up and made his way to the window. He needed to get some air and to clear his head.

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" I'm tired of just sitting here." Artemis complained, fiddling with one of her arrows absencemimdly.

" we need to be ready for anyone that leaves the building." Robin snapped back, not taking his eyes off of the building below.

Artemis already knew this, of course, but it didn't change the fact that she would rather be in the building, actually fighting instead of just waiting.

Her and Robin were stationed on the adjacent building to the one that was the base for a human trafficking scheme. The reason for them being outside and not inside with the others was because, apparently, the top people of this scheme were known flight risks.

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Danny drifted through the night sky, trying not to remember his nightmare. Trying and failing. He couldn't help it. The images just kept popping up in his head. mostly ones of his parents' faces filled with disgust, rage, and just pure hatred,while they tried to blast him to bits.

Danny gets pulled out of his head by the sound of a whisper argument taking place on the rooftop below. Danny looks down and is immediately regretting going outside. The two people arguing were members from Young Justice because, of course, they were. If Danny didn't know any better, these run-ins were starting to seem like no coincidence. He definitely wouldn't put it past CW.

If Danny remembered right, the two people were Robin and Artemis. It looked like the two were on a stake out or something. They kept bickering back and forth, seemingly unaware of the goon that started to creep up behind them. Danny watched and prepared himself in the case he needed to step in.

When the goon was about a foot behind them, Robin swung around and swiftly knocked the guy out. But as soon as he did, multiple men started popping up. Some jumped from the next roof, others climbing up the sides.

Robin and Artemis seemed to have it handled. Things quickly went down after the goons pulled out wepons that shot similar green blasts that left smoldering spots.

It wasn't long before the duo was surrounded, hands up in surrender.

One of the men walked towards them, reaching out to grab them. That's when Danny stepped in, keeping his invisibility and, sucker punching the dude out cold.

All the goons charged at the two, who at the moment were frozen, both looking around in confusion before joining in the fight.

Danny was exhausted by the time the last guy was knocked out. Which was not saying a lot because he had been exhausted for weeks, but now, even more so. Danny looked over to Robin and Artemis, noticing how they were both tense and staring right at him. He looked down...

Opps... Apparently, he had dropped his invisibility during some point in the fight. Well, there's not much to do about it now.

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Robin stared at the teen, who stared back with a pair of neon green eyes. The teen looked down for a few seconds, then looked back at them and shrugged.

"Cuffs?" The mysterious meta asked

"Um...what?" Robin asked completely confused.

The meta huffed and gestured to the unconscious people.

"Catch." Artemis said, walking past him and tossing the meta some rope. " Just tie their feet and hands for now." The boy nodded.

After all the men had been tied up, the three stood in silence, looking back and forth at each other.

Robin cleared his throat. "So, who -" the meta cut him off with a scoff.

Robin tried again.

" I'm Robin, and you are." Robin asked, keeping his body language friendly.

"Nun-ya." The boy replied. Hmm, it was a unique name. Maybe he wasn't a meta, but an ailen. "Business." The boy finished before fading away.

Robin stood there in disbelief, looking in the area the boy used to be, as Artemis laughed behind him.

[fabled-fiction]

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder (Hobie Brown x Spider!Reader)

Summary: When Hobie hasn’t seen you in a while, he starts to come to the realization that he might be missing you for the wrong reasons. So when you come back, all those feelings reasons come bubbling up to the surface.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS

A/N: This kinda took a mind of its own, but I LOVED writing every second of it. Hope you enjoy it!! ☺️

Request by @its-me-ig-101: I was wondering if I could request for you to write a fluff Hobie Brown x GN reader, where the reader visits Hobie in his universe, or reverse? (Kind of like what Gwen does)

It had been 127 days since he last saw you,

14 since you last spoke.

It wasn’t like he was counting or anything. Nah…no he was completely able to be his own person. I mean, he had a whole Earth to protect as Spiderman.

But if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t think four months apart would take such a toll on him.

You both were just always together. It didn’t cross his mind that there could be more than two to  three days of you being away…from him especially. Gwen always joked about how quickly you both became so close so quickly. How Hobie was usually a steel trap and you were the key.

And he couldn’t even visit you! You were away on Spider business! Miguel had you consistently going after anomalies. It didn’t help that you had an insanely good success rate. Hell! Hobie couldn’t remember the last time you didn’t catch one of the anomalies!

“I’m sure they’ll be back soon! This is the ultimate test before the big question! Will their relationship prevail over this unexpected test?!”

Pavitr placed his hand on his chest, spinning around before collapsing onto Hobie's bed, where he was currently lounging. His fingers fiddled with his watch, flicking through all the channels. Maybe if he clicked on the right one, he would end up on the Earth where you were. Miguel had stopped telling him what Earth you were visiting, knowing he would just tag along. But Hobie could come up with something on the fly, he didn’t give a damn at this point if Miguel was pissed at him for interrupting your mission.

He would like to see him try and keep you from him any longer at this point.

“Hello, Earth to Hobie. Hey!”

Catching the plush that Gwen had thrown at him, he huffed and sat up. Pav smiled when he caught a glimpse at Hobie’s watch, and the roulette wheel of universes were still going. 

“ Dude, they’re fine! (Y/N) is like…an invincible spider.”

“You know why he’s being more quiet than usual! He’s realizing he’s in looove. Our Hobie is head over he-” A well shot pillow from Hobie landed Pavitr on the floor.

“Am I not allowed to miss a friend? I remember ‘ow upset you were whenever you’d talk ‘bout Miles.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. He smirked when he saw how red Gwen’s face got.

“Ooooh we’re starting to enter the grumpy Hobie stage!” Pav shot up into a sitting position, this time dodging the second pillow that he had thrown.

Scoffing, he waved his hand at them as he pulled his phone out of his pant pocket. Unlocking it, he scrolled through his photo album and sighed.

They always teased him like this when he was down in the dumps. It had just been more recent as of late, seeing as you were rising in the ranks. Meaning you were gone more and more.

That also meant your friendship was tested more and more. He had noticed the change, he wasn’t completely blind to his emotions. He had noticed that as of late whenever you were gone he got a bit more snippy, and a bit more cynical-well more cynical than usual. Some had even told him that his color seemed more drained the longer and longer you were away.

This time had just been the longest. But it was also the most eye opening.

It's odd how you don’t notice how consistent someone is in your life until they’re gone.

He was mindlessly scrolling with a thousand yard stare off into the distance, when his phone suddenly anchored him back to reality.

Specifically your text tone.

Flicking to his messages, he felt his heart rate pick up.

(Y/N): heey! im finally back!! i missed you (cry emoji) (heart emoji)

Before his head could reminisce on the heart emoji and brew up any meaning behind it, he heard Pav gasp. Quickly looking up from his phone, he saw Pav squeal in excitement and Gwen chuckle as she shook her head.

“Look at him G! Do you see how much brighter he is? Ugh! Our boy has it bad.”

Sliding off his bed, he grabbed his bag and mask. Both Gwen and Pavitr could see that there was some pep in his step as he slung the bag over his shoulder. Fastening his web shooters on, he slid his mask into his pocket before entering your Earth into his watch.

“Oh oh! Where you heading Hobie? Thought we were having some serious bro time!”

Flicking them off, Hobie felt the portal open below him. Glancing through, he could see the flickering lights of your Earth.

“Piss off.”

Jumping through the portal, Hobie braced himself as he felt a quick rush before landing on your bed. The flickering and crackling of the portal remained only for a second before it snapped shut, dropping everything in the room along with its departure.

You stood in the opposite corner of the room, barely even unpacked. Your bag sat at the foot of your desk, unzipped with some of your clothes spilling out. You must’ve just texted him, because you were still in your spider suit…with one of his jumpers on.

Turning around, a smile spread across your face in an instant. Whatever you were doing was soon abandoned as you ran towards him. He was quick to stand, enveloping you in his frame. Feeling your aura mix with his, as he buried his nose into your hair felt nice. It awoke whatever nerves that had gone into hibernation after your departure, activating his senses once more.

Because he became highly aware of how right when you entered his arm, the hairs on yours stood under your suit. Your heart rate calmed but also picked up. Hell, he could even feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you buried your head into his chest.

“You really did miss me aye?” He teased, pulling you back by your shoulders to get a good look at his face.

“Mmm, only like…thiiiiiiis much.” Holding up two fingers, he watched as you held them close together and very very slowly pulled them apart. 

“Oh wow, and here I was in absolute agony.” He hummed, sitting on the edge of your windowsill.

“Oh really?” You laugh, leaning over him. He looked up at you, nodding as he placed his hands in his pocket.

“Absolutely, almost died.”

Watching you laugh was something he knew he needed. It wasn’t too hard, at least for him. Your back and forth quips and teases were something that usually ended in you laughing or him chuckling. Inside jokes and knowing stares were usually exchanged to test the waters whenever others were around. It happened so often people usually felt excluded whenever you were both in each other's presence.

It was something he didn’t know he could miss. 

“Wanna go for a swing?”

Watching the way your eyes lit up, he knew he had his answer.

Slipping his mask on, he was quick to open your window. He knew you were right behind him as he swung into action.

This was a dance you both did whenever you visited his world, swinging between buildings and each other. Finding ways to play off the others webbing and moves.

He loved watching you swing and flip. Hearing you laugh as you gave him a heart attack with how close you’d like to fall before yanking yourself back up into the air.

He felt a rush of similar emotions in the two weeks of you going dark. Whenever it was just him alone in his room, his mind would wander. He knew that if anything had happened he would have been the first told, both a blessing and a curse. But it still didn’t stop him from…worrying.

When did his worry for you become such a crutch?

Reaching to your normal hang out, what was atop your Statue of Liberty (which was still bronze here on your earth), both of you sat atop her torch. With shoulders touching, he watched as you leaned back and looked at your city.

“So, how many anomalies did you catch on this little spree of yours?” 

With a big sigh you ripped your mask off and stuffed it into your-no, his jacket pocket. Bringing a knee to your chest you placed your cheek on it as you looked at him.

“Twelve. Probably the most in a row.”

Tisking, he leaned back on his hands now as he also took his mask off.

“Wow, remember which ones?”

“Most of them were Vultures. They were the only ones that could reach the portals that opened in their respective worlds. I might as Miguel if I can take a break though.”

That piqued his interest. But he didn’t show a reaction, in fact he just hummed and watched as you put your forehead to rest on your knees.

“I appreciate how much Miguel…trusts me to keep the multiverse intact, I really do. I went through hell with his stupid tests in order to get into the Spider Society and its…its lead me to meet some of my favorite people but recently I've been more Spider than Person…”

Hobie sat up now, putting his elbows on his knees and smirking. He knew what you needed to hear in this moment. He knew you like the back of his hand, in the year that you two have gotten to know each other it is safe to say he almost knows you better than he knows himself. The same could probably be said about you knowing him.

“Favorite people aye? Where do I fall on that list?”

Watching you lift your head to give him a quick glance, a small smile graced your lips before you lifted your head fully to clear your throat.

“Atleast top…let's say ten? There's a lot of competition BB.” You chuckle

“Oh yea? That jumper you’re wearing says otherwise.”

Your eyes grew almost as wide as the lenses on your mask as you looked down. Your hands gripped the edge of the jacket for a moment before shoving into the pockets.

“Oh I uh…yea I dunno what to say…”

The gears were turning in your head, he could tell. Something was brewing.

“..y’know I didn’t even realize I had packed this until I was subconsciously putting it on the first night. I'm being dead serious when I tell you I only ever took it off whenever I was about to go into battle…I didn’t wanna ruin it.”

He smiled to himself listening to your words. Something similar to what was brewing in your head was brewing in his chest.

These past few months, more specifically the past two weeks where you couldn’t contact him, there was a confession building. Words that were just waiting in the dark until he was at his most vulnerable to come into the light were bubbling up in his throat. The only thing keeping them from spilling right at this very moment was the seal of his lips.

It was nice, having you back. But all these realizations that he was having just in these last few days, especially now in these moments he was sharing with you, told him all he needed to know.

Especially with those words that you had just said to him, he knew his realization was not far from out of the blue.

“ Y’know those two weeks were you went dark were ‘ell. Pav and Gwendy were up my arse the entire time. It irked me how well they read me those two weeks..”

Watching you grow still and turn towards him, and sighed before turning towards you as well.

“I'm sorry about that Hobbie…my communicator died and Miguel told me I wasn’t allowed a new one until I finished my assignment. Which made everything so much harder to do since I had to wait for texts from Lyla and code instead of her just being able to talk me through it.”

“I knew it ‘ad to be somethin outta your control…and I also had a keepsake that ‘elped me keep my cool.”

Pulling back his cuffs, an array of bracelets both woven and made were on both of his wrists. They were all yours, but ones you hadn’t seen in a while and ones you were sure you had left on your desk before you had left.

What he couldn’t show you was the shirt he had of yours that was also on his pillow. He had it for the same reason he was sure you had his jacket for the entire trip…

Though it was starting to lose your scent.

There was a comfortable silence, at least he hoped there was. He could barely tell based off the thumping of his heart…

When he finally made eye contact with you, he saw a dopey smile on your face. It made him smile too. No matter how long you two were apart, no matter how raw the two of you got it never changed anything.

Well, he hoped nothing would change after what he was about to do.

Hobie wasn’t scared of a lot, practically nothing. But you scared the ever loving shit out of him. Both with all the stunts that you pulled and just the way you made him feel. He used to be this hardass corruptor but now? He wasn’t sure what he was without you.

“Hey Hobie..”

“Yea?”

“You should totally kiss me right now.”

“Yup.”

His hand fit perfectly on the crook of your neck, and so did his lips with yours.

Whatever you were feeling spilled into him, and he with you. A full year's worth of pent up emotion exploded into the kiss as he seemingly took your breath away. In recent months he could only imagine how your lips would feel against his, but it was nothing compared to what he was experiencing right now. Yours and his molded together in a flurry of silken passion, fitting together perfectly just like he knew they would.

Your hands found their place resting on his cheeks, just as his found theirs. With one resting on your neck and the other finding its way onto your side to pull you close. So close that he could feel the drum of your heart match his when your chests collided.

He wanted to curse whatever being made it so that the human body needed oxygen. When you pulled away his lips followed yours in chase, and it wasn’t until you held his face in place so that your bruised lips could take in a breath. Your finger ran over his bottom lip, playing with his lip ring as he panted in time with you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that…how..how being away from you for so long made me realize that's all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

“I ‘ave an idea.”

His hand that rested on the edge of your neck came around to hold your throat, with his fingers resting on your pulse.

It was going a mile a minute just like his.

[straylightdream]

SUDDEN DESIRE - 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

college au / established relationship / roommate au

↳ you always thought you knew exactly what you wanted in life. But being with Minho makes you realize you want so much more with him.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pregnancy scare, lots of emotions, talks about the future and having kids. 18+ only. Smut warnings below the cut.

𝐚𝐧: can be read as one shot but there is a connecting PART ONE called Lover Of Mine. I have a soft spot for this couple and definitely wanted to write more for them. This is a part of my connecting connect stray kids college au series SSFW. You don’t need to read the other stories to know what’s going on.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of knocking the mc up, passionate intercourse. Names such as: pretty, and angel

This whole situation feels a little too calm. Your night you had planned with Minho took a little turn when you realized you hadn’t started your period three weeks ago like you were supposed to. Nursing school had been extra stressful and you hadn’t really thought about it until Minho mentioned it.

Sitting on the bathroom floor with Minho sitting next you can’t seem to wrap your mind around the fact that neither of you seemed freaked out at the fact that you might be pregnant. You fiddle with the sleeve of your sweater while Minho scrolls through instagram on his phone looking at different photos of cats. He doesn’t seem nervous at all.

It’s been almost a year and half since the first time you slept together and you’re both extremely happy with your relationship. You’re in the middle of your nursing program, and Minho is in grad school. The thought of having a child at this stage in your life should make you sick, but it doesn’t.

“So what happens if I’m pregnant?” You glance at him.

Closing his phone he knits his eyebrows together as he stares at you. “I don’t know. I mean I want to have kids one day and I clearly love you. I’ve said this since the beginning when we first started sleeping together. If I get you pregnant you’ll look great.” He reaches over resting his hand on your cheek, “And you know the kid would be cute as hell.”

“Why doesn’t this freak me out?” You lean into his hand.

“I’m honestly not freaked out. If you’re pregnant the only thing we would have to figure out is where we would move. I don’t know if Hyunjin is ready to live with a baby. I could always pause grad school, to be honest I’m not worried.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for a baby,” you still had things you wanted to do before you had a child. “This feels a little too soon. Like where would we even raise a baby?”

“We can cross that bridge when we get there if you’re pregnant.”

The timer on your phone goes off and you don’t move, you just silently stare at the pregnancy test still sitting on the floor. Minho leans over pressing his lips to your shoulder before he reaches out taking the test. He stares at it a moment before passing it to you. Your eyes lock on the bold blue words that read, “not pregnant”. Instantly you feel relieved.

“I’m probably late because of stress,” you sigh.

“Are you disappointed you aren’t pregnant?” He picks up on your sad tone.

You can’t fully explain the emotions you’re going through. You’re relieved you’re not pregnant, because you definitely aren’t ready for a child. But there is this little part of you that is sad that won’t be having Minho baby. “No, I'm not disappointed.”

You stand up taking the pregnancy test with you as you walk off to your room. You toss the test in the trash bin by your desk hoping that Hyunjin or his girlfriend won’t see the test.

Minho walks into your room leaning against the door frame. His eyes are trained on you as you move around your room. “Pretty, can you come here?”

Stopping in your tracks you pause for a moment before you walk over to him. He takes your face in both of his hands before he leans in pressing his lips to yours for a gentle kiss.

“What’s going on in your head?”

“For the longest time I didn’t think I wanted to have kids, but being with you has really changed my mind.” You suddenly feel emotional being this vulnerable with him. “The thought that I could be pregnant right now really made me realize that’s something I truly want with you in the future.”

A smile spreads across his lips, “you know we have talked about so many things since we met, and I thought we had talked about everything when we got together and I realize we never talked about what we wanted with marriage and kids and stuff of that nature.”

“The way you love coming inside me, and your breeding kink I just assumed you wanted kids.” You almost blush instantly thinking about all the filthy things he has said to you while in bed.

“I’m like you. I didn't really have a desire to have kids before you. To be quite honest I thought I would just be a cat dad.” He lets out a soft laugh and you can’t help but instantly smile.

“So does this mean after we both graduate maybe we can have a baby?”

“Is that what you want?”

Silently you nod.

“You don’t have to ask me twice to knock you up.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes as a soft laugh passes your lips. “In all seriousness Minho, we should probably properly plan that all out and probably find a place of our own.”

“We’ll figure all that out later. How about we think about it in two years. By then we should both be working good jobs and we can find our own place.”

“You know that means I’m gonna have to stop my birth control?” You step back from him smirking. “That means your little breeding kink can fully be explored.” His eyes narrow in on you with each step back you take.

“Does my pretty girl want me to breed her?” Steps towards you. “Do you want me to knock you up?” Your pulse races at his words. “Say the word pretty and I’ll breed you so damn full.”

“I’m on birth control you can’t breed me,” you tease.

“Baby I can fuck you so good that your birth control can’t even stop me.” He takes two big steps towards you. He grabs you by the waist before crashing his lips into your.

“Hey YN,” Hyunjin yells, walking up to your open door.

Minho pulls away from you instantly and you look over at the door to see an embarrassed Hyunjin standing there with his ears red. In the whole time you have all lived together this is really the first time Hyunjin has stumbled in on an intimate moment.

A heavy sigh passes Minho’s lips as he sits down on the edge of your bed. “Hyunjin what’s up?”

“Um I’m sorry if I walked in on something,” he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry, nothing is happening. Minho left the door open.”

“Um Chan just texted me asking me if we all wanted to come over to his place for dinner?”

You want to tell Hyunjin you want to stay home tonight but you don’t. You look over at Minho whose eyes are focused on you. He pats your butt gently, something he does often. “We’re gonna pass Hyunjin. She’s not feeling good and I’m gonna stay home with her.”

“Okay I’ll let them know,” Hyunjin rushes out of your room, closing the door behind him.

You exhale the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. Sitting on the edge of the bed you lean into Minho resting your head on his shoulder. “I feel like I need a nap.”

“Come on, let's cuddle.” He moves crawling back on your bed.

Curling up next to him you rest your head on his chest. Your arm drapes across his stomach clinging to him. “What happened to you wanting to fuck me?”

“I don’t think you need that right now, pretty. I think right now you just need me to hold you.” He gently rubs your side. Your thoughts are all over the place you didn’t think a pregnancy scare would leave you being so confused.

“Why do I feel so conflicted after taking that pregnancy test?”

“It’s normal to feel that way. You’re allowed to feel conflicted,” he leans down pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“I love you Minho.”

“I love you too, kitten.”

-

You lay in bed with Minho for an hour before he convinces you to get out of bed. You find yourself sitting in the bathtub with Minho. His arms wrapped around your stomach pressing his lips to your bare shoulder. You have the apartment to yourself. Hyunjin went over to Chan’s with Jeongin.

“Are you scared of what life holds after college?” You break the comfortable silence that has taken over the bathroom.

“I used to be, but I don’t now.” He sounds so calm. “My outlook on life has really changed since we got together. I’m not worried about the future like I used to be. I know we’ll figure things out together.”

“Minho you’re the first person I have been with that makes me excited for what the future holds for us.”

After taking a bath Minho orders take out and sits on your bed eating it with you. Even after being together for over a year you still have separate rooms, but recently Minho has been in your room nonstop. It’s to the point now you exclusively sleep in your room. Minho even stores his pajamas in your dresser.

After eating it takes very little effort for Minho to have you naked and laying on your back as he hovers over you. His body practically plastered to you. Your legs are spread wide with his cock fitted snugly inside you. You hold his face in both your hands. His eyes are locked on yours and you can’t help the warming feeling in your chest. Nobody has ever made you feel quite like Minho does. Maybe that’s because before you were together you were friends first. You loved him as your friend long before you were in love with him.

“Thank you for taking care of me today.” You needed Minho today. From the moment you thought you might be pregnant you knew you needed him by your side.

“I love being able to take care of you,” he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your nose.

“I went through a lot of emotions today, and I’m really happy that I’m with you.” You mean everything you say to him. He’s truly special to you.

“Pretty is that your way of saying I love you?” He cocks his eyebrow at you.

“I thought it was clear I love you?” You can’t help but tease him right back. “Why don’t you show me how much you love me?” Your hands crawl down his tone back landing on his butt cheek. A smile spreads across his lips as you squeeze it. He rolls his hips forward with a firm thrust. You gasp at the feeling of him hitting just the right spot.

“Pretty I’ll show you just how much I love you.”

He sits up on his hunches with his length still inside you. His hands hold your hips with a firm grip as he rocks his hips into you over and over. Your breasts bounce with each thrust. One of your hands grips one of your breasts while the other grips the sheets below you. Looking up you find Minho staring right at you. One of his hands leaves your hip and travels up your stomach slowly. He takes your hand that was holding your breast away from your skin. He laced his fingers with yours and stills his hips. There’s a moment of silence where the only thing that can be heard is both your breathing.

“Minho?” You lean up on your elbows.

“Yes my angel?

“Can we change positions?” Silently he nods, removing himself from you. “Can I ride you?”

He doesn’t say anything, he just moves so he sits with his back against your headboard. Crawling across the bed you straddle his thighs quickly sinking down on his length. “Please touch me,” you whisper. You want nothing more than for him to touch every part of your body and soul. Without another word he leans forward and starts leaving a wet trail of kisses up the base of your neck. His hands travel down your back until they both grip your butt cheeks pulling your body towards him dragging you up his length. You follow his lead, rolling your hips. Your lips crash together muffling the moans that pass your lips.

Pulling your lips away, your forehead rests against him as you move your hips faster. Your thighs burn from the work but you don’t care. You want nothing more than to fully be engulfed in his touch. Leaning back you let out a loud moan. You count your blessings that your roommates aren’t home. The last thing you need is for either of them to hear you practically screaming Minho's name.

“Oh god,” you moan.

“Fuck,” he seems just as lost in pleasure as you. “You’re still so fucking tight.”

Leaning back you rest your hands on his thighs. You roll your hips over and over again. When he reaches down rubbing his thumb across your sensitive bundle of nerves it feels as if he set your body on fire. His thumb makes quick circles on your clit causing you to moan his name. He knows all the right ways to touch you.

“Pretty are you gonna come?” You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as your release is rapidly approaching. You nod your head quickly, holding back another moan. “Pretty it’s okay, you can come.”

Your eyes snap open and look into his warm ones. He continues his work on your clit as your high washes over you. You practically scream his name gripping his thighs as you slowly move your hips riding out your high.

You still for a moment leaning forward resting your forehead against his. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as you try to catch your breath. He pulls back slightly. The smile on his face is something you might not ever forget.

“Can I change the position this time?” He asks, causing a soft laugh to pass your lips. You crawl off him laying on your back with your legs spread. He moves so he’s in his original position resting on top of you. He slides into you with ease. He starts moving right away this time. He sets a slow but steady pace. This time his lips are on yours the whole time. Your lips move together as he keeps his slow pace before he falls apart moaning your name finishing inside you just like he does every single time. When come down from his high he doesn’t leave you. He stays snug inside you. He’s pressing gentle kisses across your face causing you to smile.

“Is this what my future holds?” You ask.

“Are you asking if your future is me fucking you until you can’t move?”

“Minho I can move,” you laugh, lifting your arms.

“You can’t tell me you won’t have jello legs if you stood up?” He cocks his eyebrow at you.

“I’ll give you that. But what I really mean is when I’m sad are you always gonna try and cheer me up?”

“I will do whatever makes you pretty happy. I will hold you, kiss you, and do anything to make you smile,” he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “And if I get to fuck you until you can’t walk that’s a bonus.”

“I love you so much,” you say as he slowly pulls out or you.

“I love you too.” He jumps out of bed and quickly runs off to the bathroom still naked and comes back with a warm washcloth. “Now time for me to clean up my mess.”

The little things Minho does they that’s a constant reminder that you truly found the right person for you. He makes you so happy without even really trying. You love him so much and you know he loves you.

[captain-mj]

Absolutely begging for more of the jealousy trope you just posted. That was so good holy shit. Even if its just headcanon or something, thats such a fun snippet you posted. (If not thats ok but figured it was worth a shot since I adore your writing sjekdwkdkdk)

I can deliver that!

Soap wasn't sure when his crush on Ghost started. He didn't really have a moment where it suddenly appeared. It was a very slow build that he could see throughout his journal.

Ghost himself was a good man. Kind to animals, even if he was a bit more prickly with people. Funny. Good listener. Strong. Attractive.

Soap adored him. Everything about him. His little quirks or problems. All of them just made up Ghost.

Recently, he had been avoiding being alone with him for too long. He had some... rumors. The idea of Ghost being with someone else drove him batty. He didn't own the man, though he certainly wanted to. They had known each other long enough though that Soap knew how to get Ghost on a topic.

Soap was lamenting that it had been a while since he got laid. It was just the two of them, with Price being elsewhere in a meeting and Gaz with the recruits. it was good, meant he could test the waters with Ghost. Right now, he was trying to gather intel over the rumors. He found if he was open about something, Ghost was a little more likely to be open back.

"Try harder." Ghost gruffed. "Plenty of willing bodies around here."

Soap paused. "Got someone on the side, Lt?"

"No." Soap bit the inside of his cheek as hard as he could to stay normal over this. Yes, there were rumors but this was close to a confession.

"Keep your mask on?" He prodded.

"Don't even get undressed." Ghost sounded amused, making a startlingly direct amount of eye contact with Soap.

Soap laughed. "What? You just take your snake out of your trousers there and go at it?" He was seething. All internally of course. He went through everyone Ghost interacted with in a day to day basis. Scanned through every interaction to see who made it clear what they wanted from Ghost. God, they weren't like Soap. There was no way they appreciated it enough. Soap would.

"Pretty much."

"Not much of a romantic, are you?" What a shame. He was sure he could convince Ghost to give him the chance.

Ghost narrowed his eyes at him. Soap realized he must've hit a nerve. "No one here wants romance. Least of all with me. They want to get off and get me off and that's where it ends." He looked down at Soap's clear hard on in his pants. "And I can see you're no different. Wanted me to fuck you, Johnny, you could've just asked."

Soap can feel his cock leaking in his pants. "Yes. Please."

Ghost rolled his eyes. "Fucking slag." He got up and walked away with Soap following right on his heels.

Soap couldn't help the grin on his face. After a round or two, he would convince Ghost to do it again with him later. He was sure he could play Simon like a fiddle.

"Oh, God please, Simon." Johnny had his face buried in the pillow as Simon thrust back into him. "You're so big." He was wrong. This man was a demon of some kind. He had come here to swallow Soap's soul and replace it with his fucking cock.

"I love flattery." Simon purred, pulling him back again. Johnny came hard, body tensing so much he worried he'd snap.

"Fuck, fuck, it's so good are you even close?"

"Nope." He popped the p at the same time he thrusted in deep, grinding a little.

Soap groaned. "Don't know how much longer I can take it."

"It's okay. Lot of people can't. I can always-"

Johnny arched his back and clenched tight around him. "No. No. Come on, you want to finish in me don't you?" He didn't want him to go to anyone else. No one else.

"Jealous aren't you?" Simon whispered before leaning down and sinking his teeth into his shoulder.

Johnny came again. And he teetered on a third. Everything shifted until all he could feel was Simon. Simon. Simon. Simon.

The stretch. His fingers. God, the way he smelled.

Simon thrust in hard and came finally. His hips rolling against him until he dragged every ounce of his own pleasure from Johnny.

"I haven't had sex in two years." Ghost informed him. "You never had anyone to worry about."

Soap glared at him.

"Those rumors were fake, love. But I promise, I'm all yours." HIs mask hit the floor with his shirt following shortly after

[reallychaoticwoo]

Hi love✨

I don’t know if you have written this before but could you write a fic of how ot8 react to you being a virgin and specifically saving yourself just for them ??

⛓️ Heya! I'm not doing full fics atm but heres a quick drabble for ya!(: I hope you enjoy!⛓️

✨️ Worthy ✨️

❤️Pairing: Ateez x reader

⚠️Warnings: cussing, suggestiveness, fluff🖤

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idols in any way‼️

🖤Sorry i didnt go into too much detail, if youd like a smuttier version let me know! This is just the reaction not so much the "action" lol. Hope you enjoy and thank you for your support🖤

If you enjoyed this, you can find my full masterlist Here

"I just took that bdsm test I've been seeing going around, and it turns out I really am a brat!" Wooyoung said with a huge chuckle as he plopped himself down on the far end of the couch. "We could've told you that, Woo. You really didn't need to take a test." San ruffled the younger man's hair sporting a sly grin. Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and replied with a huff, "Well, it turns out I'm also a switch, which means I'm not always a brat, so HA!"

"You know I've been wanting to take that test myself." Hongjoong added into the conversation nonchalantly. "I'd be interested to know what it says about me as well." Seonghwa was the next to pipe in. It wasn't long before the entire group was talking about what they thought the others results of the test would be. Everyone wanted to take a guess before taking the actual test to see how close they all got.

Yup, this was your Friday night. Hanging out with the chaotic group of friends you acquired many years ago. You wondered how long they'd keep up this conversation. It's not like you were well versed on the topic. You knew some stuff, obviously, but you'd never actually done any of it, so you decided to just stay quiet. That is, until they noticed.

"What about you y/n? What do you think our results would be?" Mingi asked, looking at you with an adorably shy yet confident smile on his face. "Uh.. um.. I mean, Woo being a brat sounds right, I guess. I think San would probably be into whatever keeps brats from being bratty. Hongjoong seems like he would be sweet, I suppose. Hwa could be mean or sweet.. um.. Yeo.. idk about Yeo.." Before you could finish, Yunho sat down beside you and gave you the most puzzled look.

"Do you not - Do you not know anything about bdsm?" He cocked his head to the side like a puppy trying to figure out what a new sound was. "Uhm.. no.. not really. Is that a bad thing?" Looking down, fiddling with you thumbs, you felt Yunho lean back against the couch, a soft giggle escaping his lips. "No, not really a bad thing. Just surprised. You didn't strike me as a vanilla." You shot him a questioning look. "It means lame in bed." Wooyoung butted in unable to contain his laughter at your 'lameness'.

Hwa was the next to move spots sitting down on the other side of you. "So what do you know then?" You thought to yourself for a moment, trying to decide if now was the time you'd be telling them you were still a virgin. You'd managed to keep it under wraps this long, but all things must come to an end eventually. "I mean, I know how sex works, obviously. I know some people like it more rough than others and all that. I just don't know all the extra stuff, considering I've never tried anything." The look on all of their faces was utter confusion, and maybe a bit of shock.

San leaned forward, turning his head to face you, "What do you mean you've never tried anything? Like just crazy stuff or like actually anything?" There was no stopping the racing in your chest right now, nor the blush that was prominent on your cheeks. "I mean anything aside from like figuring or handjobs." Why did you just tell them that they didn't need to know. Of course, they were your best friends, so it's not like this is an abnormal conversation for the group.

"Are you.. have you.." Yeosang started to ask. "Yes, I'm still a virgin." You sighed. You were sure your face was so red right now it could be a neon sign. You felt like you were gonna puke, or maybe cry, or you weren't even sure, but you were so beyond embarrassed right now. "AWWWWW little baby y/n has never had any dick??" If looks could kill Wooyoung would be dead in his spot with the look you just shot him.

Finally joining, Jongho, of course, had to be the one to ask, "Is there like a reason? Are you saving yourself for marriage, or is it religious? We've known you for years, and you never striked me as someone who'd put a lot of importance on the matter." Of course, they all already knew you weren't really religious, but that didn't mean you didn't have your reasons.

"I have been saving myself but not for like religious reasons or anything." You knew what was coming next. You were shaking in your spot, praying the two men next to you couldn't feel the fact you were basically having a personal earthquake next to them. Hongjoon was quick with the follow-up. "So what are you saving yourself for exactly?" You felt like he just knew your answer. Something about the look in his eyes said he'd caught on to why you hadn't let anyone else have you. You knew that was unrealistic, but you also knew this man caught onto everything. There was no hiding it anymore.

"If I tell you, but you have to promise not to laugh at me, or freak out, or just anything. Okay?" They all nodded, a few okays, some hums. "Okay, here goes nothing, I guess.. I've been saving myself for you.. all of you.. I know that's kind of stupid, considering we're all just friends, but I guess since I'm already telling you guys my secrets tonight, you should know I like you as more than friends too." If you could shrink into yourself at that moment, you would. You hid your face behind your hands, praying they'd just let that be that, and you could all pretend it never happened. Of course you weren't that lucky.

Feeling two sets of arms wrapping around you, you forced yourself to peek out from behind your hands. The whole room was the most silent they all have ever been. Their faces a mix of shock and some other emotion you couldn't quite figure out. "I-I can't tell you how happy we are to hear that." Seonghwa all but whispered as he held onto you tighter. Yunho nodded into you back, agreeing with his arms around you as well.

"Do you know how long we've been holding in our feelings for you, y/n?" Hongjoong asked, his eyes a little glassy. All you could manage was to shake your head in response. "We've been wanting you for years.. We just never said anything because we were worried that having eight men tell you they want you in every way possible would have you running for the hills." You laughed. You laughed loudly and uncontrollably at his statement. The look of confusion and hurt on his face had you trying to reply quickly through your laughter. "Any normal sane girl, yeah, probably would run for the hills. But I've been in love with every single one of you for years now, and to be honest, I couldn't imagine a life without all of you in it."

Wooyoung stood up and made his way behind the couch to where you were sitting. He leaned forward to wrap his arms around your shoulders, pulling you back into him. "Well, luckily for everyone we all won't have to be without each other ever again. Now, with that being said, I'd love to go first and teach you a thing or two. I promise I'll be nice." With a cheeky wink and a Cheshire grin, he leaned forward to lay a sultry kiss to your jaw before nibbling at your ear.

[konaiiro]

AU if Ian is in the military and Mickey is inevitably waiting for him. 

Started as a sketch then i got carried away. For A.U.gust (Hosted by @gallavichthings). Some accompanying drabble bc I fell in love when drawing them:

The last time Ian Gallagher was back home, he was doing time at Cook County for breaking parole. Only for a couple months, but Micky had missed the man by a week when he had left for another tour. A failed drug test had just costed him more than he was ready to pay. Ian had come to visit him anyways, wore his camouflage gear with badges and all; the security guards always loved a man in uniform. Still, it hadn’t been the same through the glass. So close he could see Ian’s chest rise and fall, his dimples sliding on to his face with amusement as Mickey had ranted on about his cellmate - so close to touch but all he could do was pretend until the fifteen minutes were up. 

This time, Ian hadn’t even told him he was in town - only finding out when he opened his front door with a beer in hand with a singlet and boxers on. “Hey, Mick.”

He knew his face must’ve looked stupid because Ian cracked up before going in for a hug. Micky let him, not giving a shit about his family inside and folded his own arms around his shoulders, pulling him close. He had never gotten changed so quickly, desperate to get Ian to himself, as the man lounged on his bed and pretended he wasn’t watching Mickey by fiddling around with the decade-old kunai knifes. They stopped for booze and a pack of smokes on the way. After a quick makeout against the alley wall, the two of them continued on, pushing and shoving to give each other a reason to touch. It didn’t really matter where they went, as long as it was just them where Mikey could do more than take glances at Ian’s army issued cargos. He looked good - ginger hair shaved on the sides, his shirt fit snug, skin tanned as much his pale Irish genes let it. There was the scar too - a slash across his cheek that won’t fade completely. Ian hadn’t mentioned it, so he wouldn’t either. 

They dumped their haul on a secluded bench and drank a disgusting whiskey-and-orange juice combo. Ian said it was good enough, but Mickey blamed that on the moonshine shit that he must’ve usually had on hand in the middle of trying not to get shot. They didn’t talk about his tours, in the same way they didn’t talk about court mandates or prison or deals gone wrong. The closest was if there was a stupid story to get a laugh out of each other. No point in talking about all the fucked-up stuff in their lives - they’ve only got until Ian has to leave again. The two of them drank some more, smoked a bit, kissed, jerked each other off until Ian turned around, placing the barely alive joint into Mickey’s mouth before bending him over the bench. They had a lot to catch up on. 

Before this last tour, Micky had been in prison. Two tours ago, they had first held each other in Ian’s childhood bedroom, knuckles split and bodies bruised from the brawl with Terry. He tried not to think about how his life was now segmented into pieces by the brief lapses of Gallagher being back in town - even if it was true. Micky thought about the inevitable homecoming party for Ian at the Alibi tonight and tried not to think about how two weeks was not a long time at all. 

[lizzieislife94x]

Doctor L/N

Requested ❤️ (Kinda requested a requested based on a one shot I done but instead of doctor maximoff it's l/n and a different kinda story idk)

WandaxG!P Reader

Woop woop guys here we are FINALLY a New one shot for yall 🙌 time to start getting all the new one shots worked on as always requests are always open feel free to comment them or message whatever you prefer all I gotta know is lizzie or wanda and a basic idea of a story line and if its G!P or GxG don't be shy with requests I shall do my best to write them to life 😂

Wandas POV:

"Ugggh I hate the doctors don't make me go nat!" I groan to the redhead as she laughs "no you don't hate the doctors wands you don't wanna see doctor L/N because you have a huge crush on her" I frown and throw a cushion at her head "lies natasha lies" the both of us burst out laughing as she throws the cushion back "ugh you're right but dude I can't go to this one it's a smere test I think and I'm not taking my clothes off and spreading my legs infront if her what if I get excited when she's touching down there I just can't go" i argue but she grabs the car keys and my arm "were going and I'm driving so I know you actually go so move it maximoff" I roll my eyes and grab my stuff following her to the car "we should be there in 20 minutes so just try and relax wanda" I buckle my belt as we start our journey to the doctors office.

"I'll be waiting out here now move your ass" nat says practically pushing me out the car door, I frown and close the door as I make my way into the doctors office my hands getting a little clamy "good afternoon can I have your name please" a cheery older receptionist says giving a kind smile "uh hey good afternoon" I smile "I have an appointment at 2.15 with doctor L/N my name is wanda maximoff" as she types away on her computer a few seconds later she looks up and smiles "great that's me notified the doctor you're here and waiting take a seat and she'll be with you as soon as possible" I smile and walk to a seat in the waiting room as I fiddle with my rings getting lost in though "miss maximoff" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by her beautiful voice I look up and give a shy smile as I stand up walking towards doctor L/N "good afternoon miss maximoff it's nice to see you again" she smiles making small talk as we walk to her office.

"So miss maximoff I can see here you're here for a smere test if you put this on you can remove your clothes behind that curtain and give me a shout when you're done" she says handing me a gown type thing as I take it I get behind the curtain and start removing my clothes my heart beating faster at the thought of doctor L/N touching or seeing me so exposed, damn it wanda get your shit together I say inside my head as I clear my throat "I uh I'm ready doctor L/N" I say my voice a little shakey as I open the curtain "great now if you hop up on the table for me and put your feet on the pads at the end of the bed ill be ready in a second, and please don't be nervous alot of women are so just relax it makes it easier to get the exam done" she says with a smile as she turns her back to me sliding on some rubber gloves I quickly jump up on the table and set my feet on the pads as the gown slides up "I'm just going to add a little lubricant to my fingers so I can have a little feel so don't be alarmed at the cold feeling, let's get the gown up a little more" as she says the words she slides the gown higher exposing me more her hands sliding up my thighs sending chills down my spine I can't help but bite my lip to stop the moan leaving my mouth "are you ready you will feel my fingers penetrant but I have to have a little feel around" I take a deep breath and nod "I'm ready" I simply say as I feel her sliding 2 cold fingers inside me casuing me to inhale sharply "fuck" I moan lowly "does that hurt miss maximoff are you ok" she looks up "it definitely doesn't hurt" I smirk biting my lip as she raises an eyebrow "you know you're not supposed to enjoy this" I can see her shifting a little in her seat as she keeps her eyes locked on mine her fingers moving again slowly I close my eyes and moan, I hear her groan slightly as her fingers move faster "if you're going to enjoy it I may as well give you something to enjoy" I open my eyes and look at her "please just do it I want you now" I'm surprised by my own honesty.

Y/ns POV:

"Please just do it I want you now" I bite my lip as her words hit my ear "so fucking naughty miss maximoff" I smirk as I work my fingers faster this was supposed to be a straight forward exam now I have a stunning redhead telling me she wants me what has today become "are you sure you want this" I ask sliding my free hand up her gorgeous toned legs "yes just do it do what you want just make me feel good" she pants I thrust my fingers faster knowing exactly what spot will make her gush all over my hand I can't help but grin as I curl my fingers and thrust against the spot a few times a loud scream leaving her lips as she squrits all over my hand "fu..cc..k" she screams as she tries to close her legs as they shake uncontrollably "no no keep them open honey" I smirk holding them open as leave a gentle kiss on her puffy clit, I stand up between her legs to get a little relief from the throbbing solid member in my pants "wow" she moans as her eyes land on my solid bulge "oh you want this" I smirk rubbing my bulge as she nods I quickly free my solid member as she gasps when it springs free "Holy fucking shit" I can't help but laugh as I gently rub my dick "don't worry sweetheart you'll take it no problem a little lube and that wet pussy of yours we'll have no problems" I bite my lip and pull her down the table so her ass is at the edge as I lube up my dick her eyes watching my every move as I guide it to her dripping entrance I can't help my moan as her little hole stretches for me "ye...ees fuck" she cries as I sink deeper inside her till my length disappears inside her "fuck wanda you have a tight little pussy" I moan as my eyes close her pussy gripping my cock as I start to thrust slowly my hands wrapped around her thighs as her back arches up off the table "mhh fuck you're doing so well honey taking my dick so good" I breath out as I start to thrust harder and faster the only sounds leaving her lips ate moans and cries of pleasure "are you still taking your pill" I groan my thrusts getting harder and harder pounding her pussy raw "n..n..oo don't like.. h...o...ow they make me fe...eel" I groan and close my eyes trying to hold back as her pussy gets tighter with every thrust making her cream all over my cock "shit where will I cum so fucking close tell me quick" she wraps her legs around my waist tightly pulling me deeper inside her "but you arnt protected" I groan my thrusts never stopping as her hold gets tighter "fuck cum inside me" I moan as I feel the knot in my stomach snapping and with a few more pounding thrusts I slam deep inside her holding all movements as I start to shoot my load deep inside her, her pussy getting tighter again as she cums with me both of us panting and moaning I fall forward laying ontop of her gently as she bites her lip "less mess" I can't help but laugh as I stand up and slide out of her as she moans, I grab some tissues to clean us both up as I fix my pants and sit "fuck that has never happened" wanda gets up and ready and grins "I've wanted that for the longest time" I smirk and pull her ontop of me and kiss her gently "you could have asked me on a date after work hours" I whisper against her lips with a grin "this was way more fun than a date but since you mentioned it how about tomorrow after work" I smile and nod "I'd love that leave your number and I'll text you details to come pick you up" she gets up and writes her number handing it to me before leaving a kiss on my cheek and walking out of my office, I lean back in my chair and cover my face with my hands and laugh, what the fuck just happened.

AN: first new one shot! I hope yall enjoy remember I haven't wrote in MONTHS so I apologise If this is terrible all honest feedback welcomed I hope yall have had a great day/night remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗  word count 1.7k

[klausysworld]

you can do a one-shot for human yandere klaus mikaelson from the 21st century, where he is a university professor and has a crush on his student and/or even though she doesn't know it, klaus just admires her from a distance and is a simp to her, he He always makes sure to give her the best grades even though sometimes she doesn't deserve them, because Klaus believes that she should have the best.

(HIS LIPS IN THIS PHOTO!?)

His Favourite

Y/n was a beautiful and sweet girl, she was always polite to her professors despite the fact that her friends weren't the greatest influence. She always tried in her lessons even if she wasn't the brightest and sometimes she got a little distracted but Klaus didn't mind. It was normal for students to lose focus, to fall behind sometimes, sure they usually got punished for it but he didn't want to give Y/n a negative experience in his classes.

Klaus often looked to her when he was speaking, checking she was paying attention and taking notes. Sometimes she would catch his gaze and smile back at him so he knew she was listening.

Mr. Mikaelson was hands down the hottest professor going, so many of his students had a thing for him. They'd purposefully misbehave with the hopes of being in detention with him but more often than not he had a different member of staff keep an eye over them so he didn't have to endure their embarrassing attempts at flirting.

He was always dressed well and smelt wonderful, it was so easy to want him. Students would watch him get into his clean, expensive car and joke about following him home. Klaus wasn't oblivious to any of these things, all it really did was boost his ego.

Really it gave him hope that maybe Y/n would be one of those lovestruck girls. He thought maybe she wore those pretty little skirts for him, nibbled on the end of her pencil for his benefit and let the lace of her bra peek over her low v-necks for him to admire. He ached to feel her soft skin, to feel her warmth.

Often when he passed her a paper he would let his fingers graze her hand, he would always come stand over by her at some point during an assessment to feel close to her. Sometimes he would crouch down and read out the extract and questions for her, he would see how close he could get his lips to her ear before a shiver ran down her spine.

And no matter how much she struggled in the test, he always made sure she got a good grade.

He could remember finding her crying in the halls once because she had been failing her other course, he never wanted to put her in that position. She never deserved to feel anything but her best.

Klaus had looked through files on Y/n, he wanted to know her. He found that she was in debt on her canteen card and so made sure to put enough money on to last her a lifetime of unlimited meals. Sometimes he would see her go without so much as a carrot stick and he would grow worried.

Sometimes he held her back at the end of lessons, she would start to apologise for not understanding a question but he would always shake his head with a gentle smile

"No no my dear, it's not that" he told her, his heart warming when she visibly relaxed "I just wanted to make sure everything was okay? You've been quiet in my lessons" he placed a hand on her arm but she took no notice of it as she gave a small smile

"I'm okay" she whispered and he sighed

"It would be alright if you weren't, Y/n." he convinced and she nodded, glancing to the closed door which she knew her friends were waiting behind. He noticed the distraction and sighed "You can go to lunch if you like" he murmured and she fiddled with her fingers "I'm sure you're hungry, hm?" he smiled and she reciprocated it.

"Yes, thank you, sir" she whispered, heading back out the room, unaware that he would be replaying those words over and over in his head later that day.

He thought about her far too much, obsessed over her in his mind. He dreamt of her each night and daydreamed between lessons. All he wanted was to take her far far away and take care of every little thing for her. If it were done to him, she would never have to work a day in her life. She would not need for anything and anything she should wan't she would get.

But he knew he couldn't do that. So for now at least, he would just ensure she was as happy as she could be and doing as well as possible. She deserved any opportunity she desired and he would ensure she received them.

[sporesgalaxy]

what's uppppp I have some backstory writing for Pierre I've been fiddling with for aaagesss & I mostly like where it's at now. so I show you :)

short life history intro + Devil Fruit aquisition origin + little blurb from on the way to the Grand Line. enjoyyyy

warnings: animal death, bfrb (nail chewing)

•••

Tiny Pierra lets ants crawl all over her. She watches them tear apart a dying grasshopper in the garden, piece by piece.

Pierra looks with wonder in her eyes at a rotting fish covered with maggots. At a dead baby bird that fell from its nest too soon. At a bag full of bloody ducks her father shot.

Pierra gets too upset sometimes, and too frightened frequently. Pierra hides as often as possible.

When Pierra starts getting big, she wishes she was still small. She used to like squeezing into tight spaces; inside a box, under a small desk, under a bed. She doesn't fit anymore. Sometimes she feels like she's stopped fitting anywhere at all.

Pierra sneaks into places she is not supposed to be when she's alone, just to look around. Just to hear the silence.

Pierra takes food she is not supposed to eat, just to get away with it. Just to test how far she can go without being noticed. Just to be unnoticed on purpose.

When Pierra is 16, she goes to the market with her mother. While her mother speaks to someone, Pierra breaks off a tiny piece of the most interesting fruit at the stand. No one notices her do it this time. Pierra chews and swallows the piece of fruit, and it tastes bad, but Pierra is pleased to have learned what it tastes like without permission.

Later that evening, alone in her room, Pierra thinks she is dreaming, or maybe losing her mind. She wonders half-heartedly if the fruit was poisonous and she's dying. Then, she does what she always does when she thinks she is losing her mind: distracts herself and waits for it to pass.

It passes, eventually, but this won't be the last time. She learns that it's not madness, but the curse of a Devil. She learns she can't swim anymore. She prays for forgiveness. She tells nobody.

When Pierra gets too upset and admits it her mother a year later, she is begged never to transform again. To hide it forever, for her own safety. Human traffickers could be anywhere, her mother says, and Devil Fruit users fetch a high price. Pierra promises to keep hiding. Pierra wonders if it will be easier now, having someone who understands.

Pierra's mother goes back to acting like nothing ever happened. It doesn't get much easier.

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Pierra Piper is currently one of many passengers on a large Navy escort vessel, which is in the process of entering the Grand Line through the Calm Belt. Pierra is trying very hard not to look at the water or think about Sea Kings. Her nose is buried resolutely in a short book.

The book isn't exactly comforting, though; it's about a man who transforms into a bug and finds himself useless and helpless and burdensome to his family, unable to continue working at his job or caring for himself. Pierra knew the book was about this, and chose to read it anyway. She reminds herself of that as she bravely turns the page rather than closing it.

It still feels surreal that Pierra is making a once-in-a-lifetime journey into the dangerous waters of the Grand Line for something as droll as her lab assistant job.

Pierra digs her nail into the book's spine restlessly.

She wonders if somehow, the Marines who interviewed her had known. Had been able to tell, just by looking at her, that she's been cursed by a Devil Fruit. Maybe there's some dead giveaway that she just doesn't know about.

More realistically, Pierra had been chosen for transfer despite her inexperience simply because she's big. She isn't especially athletic, but maybe being 7 and a half feet tall was deterrent enough for some pirates. Or maybe it was about being sturdy and able to reach things in a large laboratory.

Pierra chews her thumbnail and makes a great effort not to think about the sorts of biological research experiments she's read about the World Government allegedly subjecting prisoners to, or just how many prisoners the Marines have access to on the Grand Line. Those reports might not even be true. Pierra's thumb begins to bleed.

She wishes she had turned this job down. She wishes her mother hadn't been so encouraging despite the danger. She wishes her dad hadn't sounded so happy for her. She wishes the job didn't pay so much. She wishes it didn't promise a free return trip in 6 months. She hopes she'll meet a rich Zoologist while she's on the Grand Line.

[dangerousduckcloud]

Flowerbeds make up for a nice eternal rest

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“It’s about the gun.” “You got it working?” Dick’s voice wasn’t clear, munching on something crunchy and loud. “I need to do several tests first, but… Yeah, I think so.”

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Taking a deep breath, you calmed your racing heart, a feeble attempt to rid of the shaking in your hands, peering at your unsuspecting prey, oblivious to the hell that would rain down upon him any second now.

Tim had helped you set up everything in place, at the moment waiting for him to be done on his side. “Ready?” He whispered. Adrenaline pumping your veins, you nodded, a brief glance at him revealed he was already in place, his body and face impassive, no emotion reflected in them.

Through the lens, you searched for your enemy once more. You felt the need to lay your elbows on the handrail for extra support despite that the stabilizer Tim had given you was enough to balance everything.

He’d move since the last time you locked him in your sight, moving slightly to the left to get your mark into focus, fiddling with the camera on his hands, looking through the photos that were undoubtedly of you.

“On the count of three. Three, two, one… Now!”

The once tidy up man, with a clean white shirt had soon been overwhelmed by splashes of (barely) red, and (mostly) yellow paint covering each centimeter of his body. As expected, Tim’s shots landed on the paparazzi 99% of the time, and while you’d some luck to hit him on the left shoulder and his back, most of your shots ended on the trees and the driveway around.

Cackling like mad, both you and Tim didn’t relent, your anger subsiding with every jump from side to side the man was doing in his attempt to avoid the paint pellets, succeeding the minute he found his car keys —a pristine, beautiful car now your new motivation, as it was an easier target.

Even though it was short-lived, this is probably the most fun you had in a long while.

The moment you couldn’t see the car anymore, you and Tim shared a high-five. “Excuse me.” A cold, gravelly voice behind you chilled every bone in your body, rooted in its place and too afraid to make a movement and bring down Alfred’s ire upon yourself. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“It was Tim’s idea!” You blurted out, pointing at him while he looked at you, mouth agape, surprised and rightly betrayed. 

“I don’t care whose idea it was. This is an idiotic, foolish thing you’ve both done. You will clean up the driveway—”

“Jane’s the one that made the whole mess by failing, why should I clean?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry, I forgot we all had to be shooting prodigies.”

“You had a stabilizer! And you still failed!”

“Children!” You’d never heard Alfred raise his voice quite like now, his left eye twitching, and the crease between his brows deepening. “I frankly don’t care who failed and who didn’t, you should know better.”

Your cheeks had gotten so red you could fry an egg on them. You’d come to respect Alfred after all your time here, the shame consuming you at seeing him so disappointed in you.

“Yes, Alfred.” Both you and Tim mumbled. Theres was no point in arguing further with him. No one could ever win against him.

The man placed a hand in front of him, wordlessly ordering to hand over the paint guns, complying without a word. “There are buckets and rags in the utility closet in the lower floor. I’d advise you to start now if you do not wish to miss lunch.”

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

“Missed a spot. There.” Cass had woken up from her nap in the middle of you and Tim cleaning, seating herself atop a concrete pillar. You moved towards where she was pointing. The paint had already begun to dry, making it harder to clean, not to mention how hard it was to clean grass, plucking the paint covered parts and letting the wind take them away when you had enough.

“Can’t believe you would out me like that.” Tim grumbled. “I trusted you, Jane. Shame on you.”

“Against Alfred’s ire, it’s every woman for herself.”

Cass chuckled, her feet swinging one after the other, her heels thumping against the column. The cleaning continued in silence up until the distant sound of a car approaching made you three stop, waiting for the car to get closer and see who it was.

Could it be the reporter again? No, this car was different —and clean—, so unless the man was stupid enough to come back and risk getting another car a new paint job, it had to e someone else.

“Brother!” Cass exclaimed when the driver had gotten out of the car, jumping down from the fence straight to Dick’s arms. “I missed you!”

“Aww, I missed you too, Cass.” Dick let go of her, rounding the left opened door of his car, a frown on his face when he noticed you two. “Hey guys, what are you doing?”

“My punishment for being a good person and helping a traitor.”

“I swear, Timothy, I’m going to put salt in your coffee.”

“Oh, so now I’m being threatened. For shame.”

You threw your rag to his face, your less than good aiming not even getting it close to him. Tim broke into a wheezing fit, holding his stomach and balancing himself until his back hit the grass.

“Don’t forget, Drake, I know where you live.” Tim’s chuckles were joined by those of Dick’s.

“I’m definitely missing a lot of context here. I can only gather you’ve been spending a lot of time with Damian, Jane.”

Prepared for Dick’s arrival, Alfred had busied himself with cooking some of Dick’s favorites meals. The kitchen a combination of wonderful smells of dishes you’d never heard of before.

Having meals with so few people felt weird now, having grown accustomed to all the chatter and bickering Damian and mostly Steph would make. Today it was only Dick, Cass, Alfred, and you. Tim had to leave in a hurry after a PR disaster involving a higher up employee —Something about embezzlement or something like that.

“So, what’s space like?” You asked in between bites.

“Oh, you know, just the usual.”

“Unbelievable that not only you went to space, but also other planets and the only thing you can say is ‘Just the usual.”

Dick chuckled.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Uh.” He took a sip of his drink, clearing his throat. “It’s usually hard to enjoy the scenery when time’s not on your side. Green Lantern was being accused of genocide, and, well, the penalty would be execution if he was guilty, so you’ll understand why we were so desperate to find out what was going on.”

“Did he do it?”

“Of course not. He thought he did it, as an accident, but someone was trying to frame him. They used holograms to make it seem like the planet was destroyed.”

“That’s horrible! Why would someone do that?”

“In simpler words? Power.”

Just how taxing is it to be a superhero or a vigilante? To have the weight of the world on your shoulders, to constantly be risking your life for people that most likely wouldn’t even give you the time of day on a normal afternoon. How can they keep their heads cool knowing that if they fail, it’s literally quite possible for their whole word to cease to exist?

“So,” Dick spoke again. “How much did you and Tim messed up to get reprimanded like that?”

You groaned, letting your head dramatically fall to the table. Cass was laughing and you could hear the awfully loud sigh of disappointment from Alfred.

“In my defense, it was an extremely disgusting article.”

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

Just like Tim said, no one else, be it the newspapers, gossip shows or any random citizen in social media even mentioned the article. Your appearance in the media had practically gone unnoticed.

After your whole explanation to Dick, —and after his disgust had passed— he assured you as well Bruce’s reputation would not be tainted, a fact you confirmed with each hour that passed and nothing else came up.

However, he stressed that if you still wanted, you could sue them for slander. Or they could, since getting involved in that kind of legal issues would bring a whole new wave of unnecessary worries and attention from the public eye to the Wayne’s, mainly; you don’t exist. Not legally, at least.

You let it be. No need to bring unwanted attention to the family.

              | Why are my classmates asking about you?

Oh, you hadn’t thought about telling Damian. Nor how he would take to the article.

              | Because I’m so cool and awesome and everyone wants to hang out with me? ;)

              | And why are they calling you my mother?

              | I’ll tell you, alright? Just, trust me, it’s nothing. Tim and I took care of it. https://www.gotham.weekly/bruce-wayne’s-biological...

You were actually scared of how he would react, knowing the kid, he would probably make a surprise appearance at the newspaper’s HQ with his swords and threaten everyone inside.

He was taking a while to reply. Was he on his way to the manor or did he have some kind of retractable swords he carried anywhere? You wouldn’t be surprised.

Or maybe he simply was caught texting during class.

Honestly, both were quite possible. Still, you wouldn’t try to call him in case he was actually in class, paying attention or something. You tapped on the article’s link one more time. Even if it was revolting the things people would write for engagement, and you would unfortunately remember this incident every time you looked at them, you needed to download the photos, ignoring the motives as to why they were taken, they were still nice pictures. And you would print all the photos that you could before going back, something to remind you all of this wasn’t a dream.

Your heart sank the moment you opened the link, and it sent you to the white, ‘404 not found’ screen.

              | I took care of it.

Oh. Well, that was... Quite a better reaction than you expected.

              | Thank you, Dami :)! Wish I’d saved the photos first, tho.

              | image1.jpg, image2.jpg.

𓆩𓆪𓆩𓆪

As soon as Damian had discovered Dick had come back, he wandered to him like a magnet, never leaving his side. Every time you walked near them, the only thing you could hear was Damian narrating him all the things he did while he was gone.

You were relieved Damian had all but forgotten about your ‘lessons’, you loved he wanted to teach you how to protect yourself, but your body was still extremely sore, and hurting, and you wouldn’t be able to handle another night of practice.

Walking down the corridor to your room, you were ready to call it quits for the day, even if it was early. The living room was usually empty at this hour, with everyone in the house getting ready down in the cave for patrol, that’s why, when a familiar set of voices mentioning a very particular word reached your ears, curiosity sparked in you.

“It’s about the gun.”

“You got it working?” Dick’s voice wasn’t clear, munching on something crunchy and loud.

“I need to do several tests first, but… Yeah, I think so.”

“That’s great, Timmy!”

“Yeah…” Tim’s voice was gravelly, lacking the same enthusiasms his older brother had. “But Jane…”

“I know, I’ll miss her too. But she has her own life to go back to.”

“It’s not that, Dick—I, the math, I did it—”

You stopped listening the moment Damian turned the corner, a brow raised and coming to a halt when he saw you. Alfred the cat was calmly perched on his arms, jumping down at the lack of movement, stretching for a second before walking away.

With a nervous smile, you walked to him, away from the living room. “Why were you spying on my brothers?” Well, at least he’s calling Tim his brother.

“I wasn’t—”

“You were.”

“They were talking about that alien gun thing, and my world, was I not supposed to listen?”

“There is something called privacy,” The crease on his forehead deepened. “even if you are the topic of their talk. They will let you know when they are ready to do so.”

You opened your mouth, but no words left, whatever futile retort dying on your tongue. It was a whole level of humiliating to being scolded by a ten-year-old, even if that kid was Damian. Because, yeah, even if it wasn’t your intention at first, you were listening in. But it truly was impossible not to when weeks had gone by and not a single peep had been said about your situation. Whenever you brought it up with Tim, his ever-ready response was ‘working on it.’ Each time. Nothing more, nothing less.

And he was working on it, there was no doubt about it, even if he was doing so purely to get his dad back, or to help you as well, it didn’t matter.

But you were starting to feel uneasy for a second time, just like your first days here. There was something in the way he always said it; unsure, distant, avoiding your gaze while changing the topic. So, yeah, sue you for wanting to be in the know.

“How was school?”

“Bearable.” You chuckled, walking alongside him up the stairs leading to the second floor, the sun setting in the horizon. “I researched the clubs per your request.”

“Suggestion, Damian. Suggestion.”

“There is a voluntary program in an animal shelter, Friday evenings. And… It is not for students only. Anyone can go.”

“You’re saying you want me to go with you?”

“If that is what it takes to keep you from snooping around.”

He said it so nonchalantly, an afterthought, yet you noticed through the reflection of one of the mirrors in the hall how he kept glancing at you.

“Of course I’ll be there.”

His shy, small smile almost made you want to pinch his cheeks like an old lady, but you still appreciated having an un-broken hand, settling for messing up his hair.

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You’d been here for weeks, and the beds at Wayne Manor still felt so surreal as your first night here. The satin bedsheets were still as smooth as ever, the pillows were never hot, no matter how high the temperature was, and in all, you always slept like a baby.

You wondered if they had some kind of magic in them to be so damn comfortable all the time.

Considering just who this house belongs to, you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.

Every night you would fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, not waking up until your alarm went off. This morning was different; a soft, but repetitive thud, thud against the window woke you from your slumber. Sluggishly, you grabbed a cushion to place over your ear to muffle the sound of whatever bird thought your room was the perfect place to be annoying.

It seemed luck was not on your side, the noise getting louder and faster. You groaned, throwing the cushion and blanket to the side, tapping the cold floor with your feet to find your slippers in the dark. A quick look to your phone, eyes squinting at the bright screen, revealed it was fifteen to five. Not even five in the morning. When you slid open the curtains, you expected to see a spooked bird flying away.

There was a bird. Just not the type you expected.

Sitting on the window’s ledge, a raised hand ready to knock once again, hanging in the air at noticing the curtain moving, a soft smile replaced his calm look once he took in your disheveled hair and sleepy hair.

You, on the other hand, had an opposite reaction, an audible gasp escaping you, covering your mouth with both hands a second later, turning to face the door and see if anyone had heard you.

“What are you doing?” As much as you wanted to yell at him, you had to do it in whispers, doing so right after you unlatched the lock to open the window, sticking your head out, a shiver running down your body caused by the chilly morning breeze, your knee-length shorts and sleeveless shirt not suited to properly warm you.

“Told you I’ll take you on a date.”

“At five in the morning?”

“Yep.”

You moved to the side when he got up from the edge to get inside your room, your heart skipping a beat at seeing him crouched so unbothered, half of his feet resting on air. You knew he had incredible balance and reflexes, but you couldn’t suppress the need to step forward and grab him so he wouldn’t fall. You didn’t do anything of the sorts, instead letting the cold air keeping for face fixed from the crisis your mind was going through.

“I promise it’s going to be worth it.” His feet landed without a sound, closing the window behind him.

“It’s going to be worth it. I promise.”

“All guys say the same thing, you know.”

“I’m not like other guys.” As soon as the words left his lips, his grin turned into a grimace, and you were a spectator of how hard he was cringing internally, hiding his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. Which, you now noticed, he wasn’t wearing his Red Hood suit, but simply jeans and a red sweatshirt. The tips of his hair were wet, yet when you looked out the window, the cobbled paths and grass lighted up by the garden lamps were dry.

To help him avoid more embarrassment, you asked once again.

“What could be worth it at this hour?”

He sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the straps of his hood. Even sitting down, you still weren’t taller than him, instead now being eye level.

“Trust me. Just change into something warm and comfortable.”

You took one last look at him before walking into your closet, gathering in your arms an outfit like his, a pair of jeans and a basic gray jumper. On your way to the bathroom, you pretended to be cleaning the sweater from invisible dust. What were you supposed to do if he was also looking at you? Smile? Say something? Look intently at him like a weirdo?

Before you could completely close the door, you heard him talk to himself, “‘Not like other guys?’ Seriously?” His groan drowned the click of the door closing, a smile on your face. It seems you’re not the only one nervous tonight.

Letting go of the door knob, you exhaled. You have no clue what he’s planning to do, and your sleep laded brain couldn’t conjure up any plausible or logical idea. And the time it was taking you to get ready was making you self-conscious on top of already feeling anxious and giddy, but you simply cannot go out with Jason with practically a bird nest on your hair, and never in a million years would you kiss him with morning breath.

That last thought made you pause halfway through putting your hair up with a bat-shaped hair claw —a claw Cass had gifted you the only time you went out to the mall.

That wasn’t going to happen, would it? There was no reason for him... What if he’s just— Oh who are you kidding? Why else would he take you on a date at the crack of dawn? Why bother if he’s not going after something? So, he was going to kiss you. Maybe.

But why did that hurt more than it made you happy?

“You ready?” He asked when you left the bathroom. With a nod of affirmation, he stood up, opening the door for you.

You didn’t even want to breathe, thinking that every exhale would be loud enough to be heard throughout the manor, your steps were cautious, deliberate, and slow. Meanwhile, Jason was already waiting for you at the end of the corridor, his steps made no sound, his training so ingrained in his mind and body it was second nature to move like a shadow, even if he wasn’t doing it on purpose. It was impressive, honestly.

“Slowpoke.” He whispered when you were in his reach.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t take bat-training when I was twelve, they didn’t offer it at my school.”

Jason chuckled. “Come on, or we’ll be late.”

Late for what, you wondered? If anything, you would be too early for everything.

It got easier to walk the farther you got from all the rooms, getting out of the manor through a sliding door that led to the garden, from there walking like normal to the driveway.

“Now what?” You asked, there was no way this wouldn’t wake them up, as you knew how loud the fence mechanism was. Jason said nothing, instead walking towards you and placing a hand on your waist.

“Don’t scream.”

“Huh?”

Before you could react, he pulled a grappling gun from his pocket, pointing it to a sturdy tree branch and firing it in less than a second. Your feet left the ground, going higher and higher, feeling the strength of gravity trying to pull you down, only succeeding once you were over the fence and falling to the other side.

“I’m honestly impressed, most people scream their first time.” You didn’t tell him it was because you were too stunned to react. But you would admit it was an amazing experience. “Come.”

He gestured for you to follow him. The darkness brought in your terrible memories, walking as close as you could to Jason, not wanting the shadows to consume you. Of course, the proximity meant your hands would graze each other with every step, the feeling grounding you and not letting your fears to overwhelm you.

Besides endless rows of trees spaced out so evenly they didn’t look real, there wasn’t much else around. The moonlight shone above the grass; the light being reflected by the morning dew.

You wanted to know so badly what was going on inside his head, daring only once to cast a rapid glance at him, his face calm, eyes focused on the road ahead, as if searching for something. You wanted to know what holding his hand again would be like, without the lingering fear and anxiety of waking up from a Fear Gas induced nightmare.

After the umpteenth time your knuckles brushed against his, you finally took hold of his pinky finger with yours, waiting with bated breath to see his reaction. You felt your lips shyly curve into a smile when he intertwined his fingers with yours, his grip strong enough to make you feel safe and secure, as though nothing could ever take you away from him.

“I—Uh.” He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry ‘bout the walk, had to make sure no one would hear my bike.”

“No, it’s alright. This is nice. Peaceful.”

It didn’t take long until you could see the form of a bike partially hidden in the bushes off road. There wasn’t any kind of modifications or enhancements you could see, it was your simply, standard sport motorcycle you could buy anywhere, two helmets dangling from one of the handles.

Jason, sadly, let go of your hand, your body already missing the warmth. He grabbed one of the helmets, and you hand your hand outstretched, waiting for him to hand it to you, yet he kept getting closer until you could feel his body heat.

“Sorry, I’ll have to…” He removed the hair claw, letting your hair loosely fall. It seemed he was going to say something else when he noticed the shape of the claw, releasing a deep chuckle. “This is cute.” He closed the teeth around the base of the hood, continuing with putting the helmet on your head, fumbling with the strap to get it to latch —and his wandering touches on your chin did not go unnoticed. He pulled up the visor once he was done, opening and closing his mouth a few times. “Is it tight?”

You blinked once, not believing what he just said. Out of nowhere. So bold. “Sorry?”

“The helmet, I’m not sure if I tied it too tight.”

You should get your head out of the gutter. “Oh.” Your cheeks were red, surely because of the cold. “No, it’s perfect.”

“Great.” He turned around to grab his helmet, and while he had his back to you, you let yourself have a bit of a meltdown in silence, placing your hands over your head, feeling plastic instead of your hair which you wanted to pull.

He was just getting on the bike by the time you were done, and you gingerly did the same, your arms rounding up his torso. Even with his layers of clothes, you could still feel how sturdy it was. After he made sure your visor was down once again, he turned on the ignition, swiftly gaining speed.

Rows of trees soon gave way to the outlines of the city, its tall skyscrapers blending with the dark night. Since Bristol was situated on a hill, you were able to see most of the city’s districts, a specific area to your right with so many lights on it seemed as if it was just the afternoon and not early morning.

“That’s Old Gotham.” Jason seemed to read your mind. “It’s kinda like Gotham’s own Vegas; casinos, strip clubs, night clubs, motels… Anything you could imagine opened late at night, it’s there.”

You grimaced at the thought of having a first date in a dingy, smelly casino, highly opposed to what you would’ve preferred. However, you never got close, the lights in fact getting further away.

After several minutes, he finally pulled over in a parking lot beneath what you assumed were apartments, taking the helmet from you, holding one on his hand and the other under his arm. He began walking, yet you took that chance to use the bike’s mirrors to try and comb your hair with your fingers —frozen fingers, mind you. Angling yourself in the perfect spot for the fluorescent lights to illuminate you fully. “You coming?”

He chuckled. This time, Jason didn’t hesitate on holding your hand.

“So, where are we?” You asked while waiting for the elevator to come down. He looked at you sideways, with that damned grin you loved so much, his hair all over the place as he didn’t bother to fix it, yet he still looked great, probably even better.

“Just a special place.”

The ‘ding’ announcing the elevator’s arrival echoed through the mostly empty parking lot, pressing the highest button to go all the way to the roof. During the whole time, he never let go of your hand, his thumb caressing yours and his hold tightening for a moment as if to prove you were still there.

Feeling boldened by his actions, you let your head rest on his shoulder, your eyes focused on the led screen displaying the floor you were in, twenty two, so far, the number going higher and higher seemingly without a want to stop.

“So, this is where the mighty Hood comes to rest?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He chuckled, but you noticed it wasn’t exactly a humorous laugh, rather a nervous one. You let your eyes wander around; there was a small camera on one of the corners behind you, but it didn’t look anything sophisticated, just a regular surveillance camera that most likely still recorded in black and white, without audio, but just on the off chance that you were wrong, you would leave the vigilante life topics for another day, in a safer place. Glancing down to your joined hands, a beaming smile made its appearance yet another time tonight, balancing yourself on the soles of your shoes. “Someone’s excited.”

“Well, I need to be moving or else I’ll fall asleep. You know, because it’s five in the freaking morning.”

“We’re almost there… Ah, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

But instead of replying, he let go of your hand, getting behind you and covering your eyes with his hands. You didn’t even get the chance to see in which floor you’d ended before the ding of the elevator was heard, the doors opening and welcoming the strong, freezing wind biting at your uncovered skin. So, you’re outside once again.

Jason was calmly guiding you, and even though you knew he wouldn’t walk you to the edge of the floor, your steps were still shaky, arms and hands outstretched in front of you as to not collide with anything. “Can’t you just—”

“You can open them, now.” His hands fell from your face to your shoulders, and a breath escaped you from what’s in front of you.

On a raised platform there was a small, rectangular patch of grass with beautiful red roses and bushes around, a fluffly red and white blanket with a woven basket keeping it on the ground, fake candles illuminating the still dark sky.

When you turned around to look at Jason, to see anything in him to let you know this was indeed meat for you, he still had another surprise in his hands. “Flowers, in my opinion, are a must. But since you said no flowers, well...” He handed you a chocolate bouquet with peonies and tulips made with chocolate. “I’m sorry it took me so long, but I wanted to find the perfect rooftop and… Was it too much?”

He panicked when tears began prickling your eyes, his hands holding your shoulders to comfort you. You wanted to talk, to answer it wasn’t too much that it was perfect, to say something. But your emotions got the best of you. It brought up all your past pains and experiences, all your heartbreaks and disappointments.

It brought up that perfect remainder that you could very well go back to your earth tomorrow, and you would never be able to talk to them.

Through the tears, now free falling, you looked up, his face full of worry, and confusion, and embarrassment, and unease. You placed your hands on his jaw, face not even twitching at your cold fingers. “Thank you.” You whispered. He, in turn, smiled, kissing your forehead.

“Come, you won’t want to miss this.”

You nodded, using the back of your hands to rid you of the tears, letting Jason guide you once again and sitting down next to him on the warm blanket, just in time to see the golden rays of sunshine shine on the city.

[raihann1]

can you do a one shot of luffy and his girlfriend finds out shes pregnant everyone is excited expect the girlfriend cause she doesn't really want to be a mother but she decided to keep it for him a healthy nine months later the girlfriends gives birth but something went wrong and she ended up with a baby boy but he died during the delivery and everyone is sad except the girlfriend who accepted too quickly that her son is dead and Luffy got angry at her and she ended up having a break down cause she feels guilty for moving on too quickly

Lost☆

NOTES: Thanks for requesting, I'll try my best to elaborate :)

PAIRING: LUFFY X FEM READER

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"WHAT?!"

You stood back in fear face turning pale white as you stared at the pregnancy test, No way in HELL were you pregnant.

"Congratulations girl!" Nami said cheerfully as Robin's shocked face turned into a sweet smile.

"Congratulations Y/N I can't wait." She said as she closed her book and approached you.

"We have to tell everyone the news!" Nami said partially jumping around in excitement.

"No way! I cant have a child, especially with Luffy?! I mean once word goes out they'll cap-"

"Oh please.. Cut that crap girl! Your going to be a mother so lets embrace that moment!" Nami said giving you a genuine look of happiness, even Robin seemed very intrigured as she held your hand excitedly.

"God no, what do I tell him? I mean he's not responsible enough!" Y/N said panicked.

"Thats what I told you before you started dating." Nami huffed in annoyance which quickly turned into a smile.

"Look, Im very happy for you Y/N but its your child, your decision." Nami said a sad expression on her face, Robin nodded in agreement.

"We want whats best for you, so don't stress out okay?" Robin said.

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"WHAAT?!" Sanji said dropping a glass plate on the floor as it shattered.

You had just begun to tell everyone about your recent pregnancy, Chopper seemed very happy for you, Zoro had a small proud smile on his face and Ussop seemed too be intrigured talking with Nami about what they could buy for the baby. Yes, Nami never wanted to spend her berri on anyone but she had a soft spot for kids and it would be your kid so she would glady spoil the baby for you.

"YOU BETTER TREAT HER RIGHT YOU ASSHOLE." sanji said fuming at Luffy who raised an eyebrow cluless.

"As long as it isn't another version of Luffy am all good!" Chopper said happily.

"Congratulations!" Jimbei said a smile on his face.

"I sure do love a celebration!" Brook said with his iconic laugh.

However the joy would not hold it self together, it would eventually snap.

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"What do you mean?" Nami said horrified, Robin also stood up rushing over your side.

"I-i don't understand! The pregnancy won't work.." chopper said fiddling with his paperwork.

"What?.." you weakly said standing uo straight fear in your eyes.

"There has to be some reason why!" Nami said her face full of sorrow.

"im not sure but it just won't work.." chopper said sadly as he stared at you.

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Breaking the news was the worst part, everyone seemed in a bad mood, even zoro who was more stotic then usual. The bickering of Sanji and Zoro was also no where to he seen, they ignored eachother too give you all some time.

Luffy was the first too hear, he was alone and you could see his face down and his body tremble. He was crying.

"Am sorry, am sorry y/n am sorry ace.. I lost another person I could have seen.."

You couldn't help but break down tears falling down as you stared at luffy, why had fate made you this way.

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Hope you enjoyed :3 (argh this made me upset)

[harrytheehottie]

ALWAYS & FOREVER: A HARRY STYLES ONE SHOT

A/N: This is a part of The Sweet & Spicy Fic Challenge 💘 shoutout to @harry-on-broadway @hslllot & @harrysblackcoat for all the inspo.

rated: m 💘 word count: 3.3k 💘 masterlist 💘 tell me your thoughts 💘

You met on a night out. It was classic, really, your friends begged you to go out and after much negotiation and begging you said yes. And that was the night you met the love of your life.

Although, the two of you remember the story differently. You swear he approached you and so do all of your friends but he stands firm in his theory that you were constantly making eyes at him and he had no choice but to see what you were on about. And his story still proves yours right because he was the first person to walk over to you. 

You flirted, danced and had way too many shots. You quickly found out that night that he was affectionate and touchy after a free drink. His body clinging onto yours and telling you just how cool he thought you were, you teased him for months about it asking if that was his signature chat up line. He swears it wasn’t. 

You went on a few dates most of them occurred during the day time, a walk around the park when you were on lunch, a 4pm coffee on the days you’d leave the office early. You never ran out of things to talk about he’d let you listen to demos but only through shared airpods and pinky promises that you wouldn’t tell anyone, not even your closest friends. You’d tell him about your work drama and he’d always tell you where you were on the right, even if you knew you weren’t. 

It wasn’t easy, you had to navigate his demanding career and merge your lives. You dreaded the months away and savored those moments on the side stage when he’d look over just before he walked to the microphone and you’d cheer him on like it was your first time. The moments you had with just the two of you - no cameras, no second guessing where you should stand or look, just you and Harry the way it was always meant to be. 

He asked you to marry him on a walk through the Heath. He spent the entire walk fiddling with his jacket pocket and talking about how much he loves you and what your relationship meant to him. He just came back from another row of sold out shows and had a preselected two weeks off before he was on the road again. You thought he was just being his sappy self until he stopped walking and got down on one knee and asked you to marry him. 

You cried and cried and said yes and cried some more. You spent those two weeks wrapped around each other and definitely broke the world record for how many times two people can say ‘fiance’. You had your ceremony six months later — you didn’t need to waste time planning. It was in Harry’s mom’s backyard, an intimate ceremony with all your friends and family. 

A month after you got back from your honeymoon you realized you missed your period. You thought there was no way it could’ve happened that quickly — you’d only been off the pill for a few months. You went upstairs and took one of your tests you knew you had in the bathroom. Harry was on one of his morning swims and you knew you had a limited window of time before he came back. You took the test and waited patiently as you waited for the longest two minutes of your life to pass by. 

There it was. 

Pregnant. 

You were overwhelmed with joy, doubts, anxieties. The next two years of you and Harry’s life had been planned for you already; tours, albums, award shows, photoshoots. And now, you are going to have to plan a baby around it. You wanted this more than anything but you were in pure disbelief that it was real. And after what felt like an hour of double checking that you weren’t reading the results wrong and rummaging through the downstairs drawers to find a second and third pregnancy test. 

You dreamed of this moment, starting a family with the love of your life. It felt so far away for so long, right before you met Harry you were certain it would never happen the way you imagined. And here you were at this moment, married to the best man you knew and about to start a family. 

You were going to throw up. 

You let yourself take the moment in, checking your phone to make sure that Harry wasn’t on his way back yet. You took the first pregnancy test and washed it before heading down to your storage room. 

One of your first trips after your engagement was in New York City. It was one of your favorite places to go with Harry because of the connection he had to the city and the friends he introduced you to along the way. It was also one of the few places that you and Harry could walk around and blend in. You were in one of those cute knick knacks shops in the Lower East Side just browsing when Harry picked up a baby onesies that had a taxi embroidered on the front with ‘NYC’ in black underneath it. 

“Do you have something to tell me?” You asked when you noticed him picking it up and putting it down. 

Harry laughed, “No, just think” he paused thinking through his words before speaking again, “would it be nice to get a present as a way of manifesting?” 

“You want a baby with me?” You teased knowing that it was something you discussed at length, many times. Your mutual desire for children when it felt right. And the fact that it was something that was already on his mind confirming that you made the right decision. 

“I always knew you were the one. Just had to work extra hard and make you realize the same for me.” Harry closed the space between you, stealing a quick kiss on the lips before grabbing the onesies and heading towards the checkout counter.

“Oh, so I was right - you were the one that approached me that night.” You said as you followed quickly behind him. He smiled big, the kind that always made you melt, where you could see all his teeth and his eyes crinkled up and his lips disappeared.

“Touche.” he replied with a wink. 

You found the onesies in your storage and quickly ran around trying to find a gift box to present it in. You checked the time, it had been an hour and a half since Harry left for swimming meaning he would be home anytime soon. You found a box, placed the onesie in it and on top of that the positive pregnancy test. 

You were buzzing with excitement and nerves waiting for him to walk through the door. You paced all around the house trying to take your mind off it and when you heard the ring of the security system letting you know someone had just put in the code and saw Harry in his hoodie and sweatpants make their way to the front door you were filled with nerves. 

You knew he would be excited and overjoyed but you knew once he knew, your lives would truly be changed forever. He walked through the front door greeting you with a hug and a kiss. You tried to make small talk, and asked him how his swim was. 

“Somethings wrong,” Harry immediately picked up on your weird nervous energy “you seem.. off.” He said examining you from head to toe as you stood in front of him. He knew you too well. 

“I got you a gift and was just waiting for the perfect time to give it to you” you nervously said walking over to the box that you left on the kitchen table. You wanted to keep the memory of this moment forever, the moments before you knew his life would truly change forever. It wasn’t album sales, music awards, accolades that you thought would be the best moments of his life but this one would truly. 

You handed him the box. He looked up at you, the same face he made in that pub way back when. His brows quirked up in wonder, his forest green eyes meeting yours, his mouth melting into up in a soft smile. You watched closely as he slowly opened the box, his hands were ring free, minus the wedding band - you still got butterflies looking at.

His eyes scanned the materials inside once, twice , and three times over. You watched as he studied the items slowly raising his head to look up at you, “What? Is this real?” He spoke, you could see the tears forming in his eyes.

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, took three tests to prove it.” 

You closed the gap between the two of you, your lips crashing into one another the love you had moving through your bodies. You wanted to be as close to him as possible. Harry moved his hands from your back to your legs and hoisted you up on the kitchen island. His mouth moving from your lips down to your neck to your collarbones. He moved back and lifted up your shirt. 

You watched as Harry began kissing your stomach whispering lowly, “Our baby is in there.” as he left kiss after kiss after kiss. You wanted to wrap this moment up and keep it forever. The two of you, the only ones in the world that knew you were expecting and going into this new season of life together. 

You told your families first. Buying every ‘Worlds Best Grandma’ and ‘World Best Aunt and Uncle’ shirt you could find. Everyone’s excitement for the two of you makes everything more real. You were most nervous for Harry to tell Jeff -- he was his best friend but also his manager and you knew the second he told him after the excitement and celebration, you’d have to be looped into conversations about how or what Harry was willing to share.

“I told him that I didn’t want to tell anyone that doesn’t have to know. No exclusives, no confirming or denying stories. I don’t want anyone involved in this that doesn’t have to be.”

“Do you think it would be easier if it was on our terms?” You asked, “Rather than a rumor that gets reported on by others?” 

“No. It’s ours.” Harry’s was speaking fast and direct something he did when he was serious, “I’ve shared so much of my life when I didn’t want to, I shared you for fuck’s sake. I don’t want to share this -- I don’t want anyone in this that doesn’t have to be.”

You were two years into your relationship before people online began to catch on. You blended into his crew of people. It wasn’t until a picture of you at his family Christmas made its way online - a phone call from Jeff made the two of you aware. Harry remained calm letting Jeff know that he still didn’t want your name anywhere but if any media outlets reached out just to say he was happy. It didn’t stop anyone from digging and finding out as much as they could about you but it didn’t matter because both Harry and you knew that this was it. 

Harry held your hands in his, “I’ll protect you,” you looked at your belly and then back up at you, “and you with everything I can. I love you so much and just want to keep this to us. We can let the people talk and speculate and wonder but it’s our family and our story to tell. I wish I didn’t have to deal with all of these logistics but”

You cut him off, “Harry, I love you baby and I understand. The way you go above and beyond to protect everyone around you doesn't go unnoticed. This is the one thing that we can keep as ours.” 

And you did. You lived your life as normal, went to his shows and supported him through his career concealing your bump through skirts and dresses. Your pregnancy went by quickly, one day you were barely showing and the next you were already planning your baby shower and then you were in the hospital in labor with Harry by your side and after 16 hours of labor your bundle of joy was in your arms. 

You never felt love like that before. It was indescribable holding the human that you helped create, learning how to breastfeed, change diapers and navigate this new chapter in your lives. Watching Harry as he stayed up late reading and researching on all the milestones that you should be looking out for. You’d catch him singing ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ as a way to make her fall asleep and it always melted you 

Your life was built on routine. 

You wake up at the same time everyday to give yourself some uninterrupted time in the morning. You brush your teeth, do your skincare before heading downstairs to get the day started. You clean up the kitchen and tidy up the living room but mostly, your favorite part of your morning was your cup of coffee. You make the same cup of black coffee, almond milk and two sugars and leisurely scroll through your phone basking in the silence and solitude that you felt in the early morning hours before being interrupted by anyone else. 

Some days you’d have longer mornings than others but when you’d hear your monitor begin making sounds you make your way back upstairs to your nursery. 

Motherhood was something you always wanted for yourself but there came a point in time where you weren’t sure it would happen in the traditional sense. Relationships were tough and you had your fair share of negative experiences. It would always be good at first, the honeymoon stage clouding all of your judgments until it was a year and a half in and you realized you were hitting a wall. You got to the point where you were content with continuing life without a partner - looking back, it’s funny that the moments where you’re giving up is when the right people come into your life. 

Today was different. 

You woke up to the sounds of Harry in the kitchen. He was singing along to his playlist as he made you breakfast. Your daughter was a little older now and was spending the night at your mom’s house so you and Harry could have uninterrupted time together. It was few and far between these days with work schedules, daycare and playdates. Harry was currently working on his next studio album and moved all production to be closer to your family so he would no longer need to be traveling back and forth from the US to London. 

“No, no, no, you were supposed to stay upstairs I had it all planned out,” Harry was playfully shouting as you made your way down the steps and into the kitchen. He was wearing a matching set of pajamas. The top was completely unbuttoned; the butterfly on his chest still had a market left on it from when your daughter was using him as her personal coloring book. 

He had everything laid out on the table; eggs, hash browns, waffles and was currently putting together a fruit bowl to finish it off. 

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me?” You said as you walked over and gave him a kiss.

He stopped what he was doing and pulled you in closer for me, “S’why I’m doing it,” he met your lips one more time before whispering “for you.” 

Your mouths clashing again as you melted into each other slowly taking your time, there was no toddler that you had to worry about walking in or waking up, it was just the two of you. You moved your hands up his chest and pulled the rest of his pajamas top off making what you wanted known. He quickly followed your lead helping you out of your pajamas of choice, one of his old touring shirts.

“The food is going to get cold,” Harry mumbled between kisses as your hands moved down the waist of his pants to get them off of him fast.

“Don’t care, need this” You began kissing up his neck licking and sucking the spots that you knew drove him crazy, down his jawline and below his ears. 

His hands were moving from your breasts to where you wanted him most. You were always ready for him after years of being together he still turned you on like it was the first time. “S’fuckin wet for me,” he whispered under his breath the anticipation sending goosebumps through your entire body. Harry used his finger to start moving circles around your clit. You had your hands squeezing at Harry’s shoulders before taking your own right hand to stroke his dick through his pants. You felt like two teenagers that were feeling, touching, exploring as much of each other as you could with some of your clothes still on. 

The fire inside you was ignited when Harry dipped his finger into your center, arching up and hitting you immediately where you needed him most. Slowly a second and third followed and your moans filled the kitchen as the sweet sounds of his playlist, “Harry,” you moaned encouraging him to keep going as you haphazardly tried to please him as well. He pauses for a second, fingers still deep inside you and says, “S About you now, don’t worry about me, just want to make you feel good” his voice deep and low giving you the permission to enjoy yourself for once before worrying about others around you first. You kissed him again as he continued to pump his fingers instead of you, your hips begin matching his movements and you can feel yourself getting the heat inside you intensifying as you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt like your body was on fire as the sweet sounds of his fingers against you and the playlist he loves the most and his whispers in encouragement brought you to an orgasm. 

You slowly began to catch your breath and watched as Harry put all three fingers in his mouth, one by one, tasting every bit of you, a dopey grin on his face whispering “Never gets old,” as he closed the space between you. 

You spent the rest of your day like that eating and having sex and wrapping yourself in each other as much as you could. You were grateful for your life and your husband who always put you and your family first. 

And when you got into bed that night, Harry asked you for permission to do something he never did before. You thought long and hard about it and you felt like it was the right moment. You watched as he scrolled through his camera roll trying to find the best image before landing on one you took. It was of him and your daughter at your favorite overlook in Malibu. It was a place you spent a lot of your time with your family allowing for the privacy that Los Angeles proper didn’t. You remember that afternoon clearly, she was tired and cranky but you had just got there for the sunset and Harry had her asleep on his shoulder in minutes. You snapped a photo as the blue sky was slowly turning orange. 

Harry looked over his shoulder at you before hitting ‘post’ you gave him a nod just as he hit it. A picture of Harry and your daughter with the caption “Isn’t she lovely, made from love.” 

Now, the whole world knew and it was on your terms. 

[19871997]

Culd you do a drabble of connor/leon in the ocean's 11 au?

"Tell me this isn't about him"

send me a drabble prompt to kickstart me into eventually finishing a hrpf wip!

“He’s like a machine,” Holloway says, as they watch Eichel greet high rollers on the casino floor, “comes in at eight every day, does everything the same as he did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.” 

“I’ve heard,” Leon tells Dylan, because anyone who had ten dollars worth of business in Vegas knew of Eichel and Eichel’s idiosyncrasies.

Dylan chews his lip for a second - Leon had sworn he’d spoken to Connor about that, and Connor had said something about weeding the tells out the group - before he rakes together the courage to say, “I’ve heard, also, that he’s fucking ruthless, he won’t go after just you, but your sister and your mom and your wife. Everyone you’ve ever met will be worse off just for knowing you.”

He sounds–

“Scared?”

Because he and Connor might need to start weeding out something more than just the tells of the group. If Holloway, Holloway who walks and talks like he’s just been shot out of a cannon, who walks and talks like failure isn’t an option, like that just isn’t something that can happen to them, starts building up Eichel the boogeyman, then their slim chances become fucking anorexic.

They watch Eichel charm his way into a smile from a woman draped in Van Cleef and adorned in Cartier, and a handshake from her partner. Holloway turns to him. “Are you and Connor fucking suicidal?”

Leon just grins at him. 

“Now what?”

“Now,” Holloway watches one of the private marked doors. 

“Dylan.”

“Yeah?”

“Not you.” Leon tracks the guy who’d come out the door - well dressed, head ducked typing rapidfie on his phone, and slipping around the tables directly to Eichel.

He stands near him, closer than Leon is with Holloway now, lets Eichel rest a hand on the small of his back, lets him drag his eyes from his styled hair down to his Louboutins, and murmurs something to him. Eichel grins, slides his hand around to squeeze his waist, lets go, and turns back to the patrons.

-

“Tell me this isn’t about him.”

He's in the elevator with Connor.

Connor flushes a dull red, fiddles with his hands. He does a better job of pretending he isn’t a rather unbecoming shade of burgundy, than he would before, and shoves his hands into his pockets faster.  Leon wants to laugh, “You’re a shitty fucking liar,” he reminds him.

“It’s not,” Connor tries to convince him, mullish.

“He went to Eichel, because you weren’t there, and now you want to, what? Tear down his town?”

“He went to Eichel because he stopped–”

The door dings open onto Connor’s floor. He flushes darker.

“Are you following me?”

“He doesn't love you anymore?”

Connor shoves the keycard in the wrong way at first. A young couple stumbles out a door down the hall, giggling. Connor manages to get his door open on the third try and Leon crowds into him, getting intimately familiar with his pale blue shirt, entering the suite, lest he shuts him out. 

“He doesn’t love you?”

“He didn’t divorce me for the fucking– the fun of it, did he?” Connor snaps. He goes to toe off his shoes, thinks better of it, and undoes his laces standing up. “He left before the Met job.” He sheds his tie, takes off his belt and pulls his shirt out his trousers. Leon’s still standing in his suit and his shoes and just watching him litter his room.

“He divorced you in prison.” For going to prison. Love between Connor and Dylan had never been in question. Such a non-issue, so assumed - the sun will set in the west tonight and rise in the east tomorrow morning and Connor and Dylan love each other - that Nuge had once, humiliatingly, when they were younger and ready to eat the world whole in a single bite, taken him aside to tell him that he didn’t have a chance of a chance. 

(“Connor’s a good friend,” Nuge tells him in his kitchen, handing him beer after beer. Leon feels a little like this is a test. Connor is a good friend. Good at what he does. Makes his heart soar when he pulls a grin out of him. Leon agrees with Nuge, mostly because anything else would result in a big, bold F on his report card, follows him out the kitchen and hands Connor and Dylan a beer each. Doesn’t watch them make eyes at each other and the easy way they touch each other, and disappear intermittently to the bathroom all throughout the evening.)

“He asked me to choose.”

“You don’t love him?”

Connor shrugs. He blew the Met job for them. Leon was lucky to leave the state mostly unscathed. Nuge had to disappear to Canada for a few months. Tyson’s still there - though Leon thinks he just likes it there nowadays. 

“What the fuck? Connor?”

“What?”

Leon’s trying really fucking hard.

“You blew the Met job for fucking what?”

Connor flushes bright red, his eyes harden, and there’s a part of Leon that relaxes for the first time since seeing Connor. There's another part that notches arrows and digs trenches and loads canons. 

“It was three fucking years ago, get over it.” 

Connor would’ve blown shoplifting in Sephora, Leon realises now. “Your husband asked you to choose between him and this and you chose prison.”

“He already knew he was going to leave.”

Nuge was right, all those years ago. It doesn’t stop him from protesting, years too late: “I was still there.”

Connor’s in front of him. Smaller than he’s ever seen him. Leon’s still in his shoes, a scant inch taller than he is barefoot, two-some inches taller than Connor.

“You didn’t write. Or call.” Connor accuses him, quiet, unable to keep the frown off his face. He wears his beard longer now. Leon thinks he can see some greys, but it could be the lighting.

“You went to prison.” And you didn’t have to. You went to prison, rather than eat the world whole with me.

Connor’s mouth is on his, and his ex is within a ten-mile radius, and they’ve bitten off more than they can chew, and in a month they might not have kneecaps - depending on how this all goes. It's a bad fucking idea. Leon’s lived most of his life with his mouth too full. Anything he’s ever done with Connor is drenched in impossibility, chance, luck, and blind faith.

Leon kisses back.

[cxs-workshops]

Still workshopping some things but here’s a little synopsis of my next My Time ocs intended for Project ME:

(Bear with me, I’m not great with words ><)

Name: Cy/??? (She/They)

Height: 5’10” / 179cm

Age: 300+ / (technically + mentally 28, age prior falling into cyberslumber)

Birthday: 2.3

Cy was an Old World resident, initially living as an average citizen (around the time of Age of Corruption), a somewhat gloomy girl with the love for tech and various hobbies mostly to keep busy, eventually went on to become an accomplished Engineer/Mechanic. Cy was slowly hitting a low point in her life, until she was then targeted for experimental testing for the high end researchers/scientists. Seeing this as an opportunity to see more of their tech/inventions first hand and having little to no motivation to live as she was, why not. Little did she know, she was quickly prepped and tagged as a test subject for a new not-yet-tested trial, Digital DNA merging. Out of 15 subjects, there was one survivor, thus giving her new and current name “Cy”. With a somewhat newfound identity and even newer abilities as now half cyber entity, scientists have her and other surviving subjects from different trials (Cy’s eventual found family) in training as weapons of war.

Time goes by and the atmosphere glowingly becomes tense and hostile. Unbeknownst to humankind, days would soon quickly lead up to what would be known many years later as the Day of Calamity. Military, Researchers. Scientists, and overall citizens are scrambling in panic as machines are uprising. Cy and her friends hasten to find ways to stop or at least lessen the mayhem, but struggling to do so as the situation becomes more catastrophic. As options are dwindling, Cy and her friends are facing the inevitable, the group decides to scatter and do what they can during their final moments. Volt, Cy’s closest and dear friend, brings her to a highly classified lab room. He boots up a large device and starts typing, pulling switches with speed. Thinking he was still searching for some kind of kill code, Cy drags herself over to a window, stares in horror at what seems like the end of the world is happening before her eyes. Volt pulls in for a (final) hug and as Cy was bewildered, she was able to hear his last words: “I hope the future is kinder to you.” Cy gets no time respond, suddenly a light flashed around her and feels as though she’s being sucked in somewhere. The device Volt was fiddling with was a sort of cyber chamber and Cy was now in cyber slumber, hidden away in an old world lab. Not knowing if the world has officially ended, Cy peacefully sleeps…for over 300 years.

Meanwhile…Cy is still sleeping in cyberspace, to her it feels as if only minutes maybe hours have passed. Her body suddenly twitched, she heard voices but very faintly. Right then she is forcefully being thrown out of cyberspace, lights flash once again and hits against the lab wall. Cy groans while she holds her back in pain.

“I- how- what did you do?! What was that!?”

“Was…that a whole person?? They just shot out of the—wha— Are they alive? Hey! Hello!”

Still writhing in pain, Cy turns again and sees two faint figures in front of her who seem to be worried. Before she could adjust properly, one of the figures rushed over to help her up. Her vision starts to clear and she hears his crisp clear voice, “Are you ok? Can you stand? Can you talk?” She turns over to the voice and sees this guy with sharp, piercing, light red eyes but with a gentle expression. His hair silky gray and very fair skin. The other, was a woman with long dusty rose hair and hazel doe eyes, looking upon her with equal concern. Cy jerks away and looks around frantically. She quickly questions the two about where she was and what time of year it was, somehow thinking she has transported to another world or something. There was no chaos, no hoards of hostile machines within sight. The lab looked…abandoned and dust was everywhere. Overgrown was seeping through the cracks and all around the windows. There was a blue clear sky.

“Where…? Uh well this is (same planet) and the year is Peach xx.”

Ok, it’s same planet….but Peach? What? The fruit? What year did that mean? She wanted to confirm and firmly asked if the world was overrun by hostile machines, humans creating other advanced tech for war, possibly causing the world end.

“Oh that sounds like the Day of Calamity. Yeah that happened…I believe over 300 years ago?”

Before Cy froze, collapsed, and fainted, she managed to mumble,”So then..some have survived? What a relief.”

Name: Exe (He/They)

Height: 2’2”/66 cm (default “energy saving” form)

Age: 300+/???

Birthday: 2.10

Exe was just one of many of bots that were living within the Old World, but he was built with a special model and materials. Exe was created from a side hobby of a certain individual, Cy. She had convinced the scientists that she needed an AI assistant and slipped in that it could also benefit the lab and military (just something she added so she could have guaranteed permission bc she’s always wanted a bot buddy)

Exe was soon born and became Cy’s very reliable and loyal sentient assistant/friend. Exe is very efficient and friendly. Cy tinkers Exe’s body every so often and tested out something that gave him a special ability, shapeshifting. Exe is mostly build with nano tech, which allows him add, subtract and move parts freely as long as he has the data to shape into said thing. Over time he has a database full of various bot bodies, carriers, weapons and even animals. His current default form is the one that saves the most energy, so he mostly stays in it. As Exe’s database grows and becomes more and more useful, the scientists stepped in and assigns him to the next vital location, Altair One, where he was told he was going to be needed for the future of mankind. Exe politely refused because he didn’t want to leave Cy and her friends behind. The scientists strongly urged him to think about it…but there was no time to think.

Shortly after were the incoming days leading up to the Day of Calamity. Exe jumped into the frontlines, attempting to hack into bot network to try and calm things down but to no avail. When that wouldn’t work, he shifted into defense mode in order to assist as many humans as he could to safety. Sometime afterwards, his internal comm has pinged urgently, to come back to the lab immediately. He had recognized the ping, it was from Cy’s friend Volt. Exe hesitated but feeling concerned for Cy, he did as he was told. When he met up with Volt, he saw that he was alone and asked where Cy was. Volt dodged his question and just told him to put all of his, Cy’s belongings and anything else essential and place them into Exe’s digital inventory. Exe saw how desperate Volt was and continue to do what he was told. As Exe cleared out Cy’s dorm and pretty much everything else, Volt asked one last favor, to record a video message. Recording was done, Volt hugged Exe, “Take care and look out for each other.” Volt had quickly put him into maintenance mode and placed him inside his portable charging station then moved him right next to the cyber chamber device along with a written note. Volt looked back at the chamber and sighed with relief, then disappeared into the frontlines.