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jhkfan123 · 3 months

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because i liked a boy | tom blyth

pairing: tom blyth x actress!reader

in which: tom rushes to your house after you get threats and insults online due to speculations of a relationship between the two of you

warnings: mentions and readings of death threats, mentions of slut shaming

wc: 1.1k (sorry it's a little short!)

a/n: IT'S MY POOKIE WOOKIE DOOKIE COOKIE SHMOOPIE TOM'S BIRTHDAY! no but seriously happy birthday tom! bros birthday is approximately ONE week from mine. bro's a little aquarius like me. thank you so much for being the best tom! the age gap grows more everyday 🥰...anyway here is a little cute fic for you guys just for his bday!

in less than 24 hours they were everywhere. in your dm's, in tagged posts, on every platform.

it was only yesterday that you and tom decided to go out in public together. for the first time. and now you realized maybe it should be your last, for a while anyway.

the two of you kept a quiet relationship for about a month, up until yesterday, when you decided going out for coffee might be nice. and sure enough, there were cameras.

first fan accounts found it. then smaller celebrity news accounts found it. then e! news found it. soon variety found it. this had all happened while you were asleep. and when you woke up, it wasn't just the posts that you found. you had dm's. lots of them. each one a little worse than the one before it.

you weren't sure what to do. so you picked up your phone and dialed tom.

the phone rung for what felt like ages. then you finally heard the comforting voice you had been longing for.

"hello?" you heard. you felt a little lighter already.

"hi tom. look, i know you're not really on social media but, i just really need you to come over because i need to talk to you." you breathed heavily getting the sentence out as you now began to panic.

"i'll be there in ten minutes. love you." you heard. he hung up the phone. you sat down on the couch in your apartment. you had an urge to go on your phone, but you knew what awaited you. so you resisted.

about ten minutes later, you heard a knock on the door. right on time.

he only knocked out of politeness, he had a key to your unit. "oh, good you're here." you said. he looked at you with a warm smile.

"i came as fast as possible." he came over to the couch and pressed a kiss to your forehead. he sat down next to you and you embraced his warmth. "now, what's wrong." he said. you leaned into his lap.

"so, remember how we went out for coffee yesterday?" you asked. he nodded quickly. "so obviously there were photos which is fine and we expected that but, once people really started noticing, i started getting...threats." you handed him your phone which was now open to your instagram dm's.

"oh, no." he sighed with sadness. "i'm so sorry. do you mind if i look?" he asked. you nodded again. he took your phone from your hand and began to scroll. you saw the screen and began to read along.

user: who tf are you back tf off you slut

_user_: didn't you just break up with your other boyfriend you whore chill share him with us

user123: if you don't back off i'm going to jump you. mwah

tomblythlover: if you hurt him you die

each one got progressively worse. you saw tom's face shift with each one. he pulled you closer to him as he handed your phone back to you. you felt a single tear stream down your face, which tom immediately noticed.

"hey, hey hey." he wiped your tear with his thumb. "you didn't do anything wrong, ok? ignore every single one. you are not a slut, not a whore, not anything they claim you are. and, there is nothing you can do to stop these people. you just have to ignore it." he pulled you closer and tighter to him. "turn your dm's off. or limit them at least." he suggested. "get off social media. take a walk." he kept listing out ideas.

"you're right. i didn't even think of that, turning my dm's off." you said. you went into your settings and turned it off.

"what would you do without me." he joked, sarcastically. you hit him in his leg, the only place you could reach. you smiled up at him.

"i can't believe people would do this." you spoke. it was unbelievable. how could you say something like that to someone you don't even know?

"i can. people are crazy online. they stay stuff that they wouldn't ever say to your face. that's why i stay off of it." he responded.

"should i like, put a statement out?" you questioned. you often looked up to tom for advice about these things. he was only a year older than you, well, almost two, but he seemed much wiser. you loved the way you could look to him for anything.

"only if you want to, love." he assured you. "but if you think it will help you, then do it. do it for yourself, not for others." he continued.

"maybe i should. i will." you opened your story camera and began to type. you thought about what you wanted to say. then your mind drew a blank. "what should i say?" you asked, staring blankly at your screen.

"just say that no one is allowed to insult you just because we're dating, and that you need time to figure out what you are going to do next." he said. he thought of solutions with such ease, taking no time to think. ideas flowed like water out of his mouth. when you finished, you showed it to him, and with his approval, you added it to your story.

even though your dm's were turned off, you still hoped that people would stop attacking you in tagged posts, something that you couldn't stop no matter what.

"thank you, tom, for being here. i'd probably be lying in bed crying right now if it wasn't for you." he smiled down at you.

"i'll always put you first. i don't care what i'm doing. never be afraid to call me, even if i'm busy ok? i promise i'll help, any way i can. and please don't take anything they said to heart. you aren't any of those things, the only thing they got right is that you are my girlfriend." that made you laugh. "now, let's go do something to lift your mood." he pulled himself off the couch and soon helped you up as well. "where do you want to go?" he asked. you thought for a moment. you wanted to be somewhere quiet. with tom.

"i think just a walk around the neighborhood would be nice. no photos, no phones, just us?" you suggested.

"that's the best idea i've ever heard." he hugged you close. then he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. he grabbed his keys from the entryway table, grabbed your hand, and walked out the door.

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acciocriativity · 11 months

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-> | You're on the quieter side | Ateez Reaction (Maknae Line)

Context: For all of these reactions, the scenario is the same. They're hanging out as a friend group (OT8 + reader), talking about life and getting to know each other more, since reader is new around all of them as a group.

Genre: fluff

Warnings/tags: mentions of eating and drinking alcohol; mentions of shyness; chaotic and loud Ateez

N/a: First of all, I'm so sorry for how late this is, I'm on my finals so I'm slower as it gets rn.

Second of all, my requests are open!

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you for reading my work (^o^)

Ateez Masterlist

Hyung Line version

Choi San (최산): he'd listen to your EVERY word

Everyone knew you, you were Seonghwa's friend, and sometimes you picked him up at the dorms to hang out, since he can't drive for shit. But that night was the first time you would have dinner with them, and Seonghwa did the most to give you a good impression of his friends.

And it did work, ok? It worked for some time, until they felt comfortable enough with you to let loose, which didn't take long with alcohol involved.

But the thing about San and alcohol is that he is a lightweight, there's no sugarcoating that, and everyone knows it, one shot and he's drunk already.

He didn't even realized it he was staring at you with the biggest and most attentive shining eyes, with red cheeks and a soft smile, and honestly? It was too funny for them to stop him, instead the boys were betting on how long I'll take him to fall off his chair, since he was leaning so much to the right to see you better.

Sometimes your tone was so soft that he couldn't hear what you said, since the talking wouldn't stop. So he would wait for your eyes to meet his, and he would whisper to you: "What?", while he tilted his head to the side, blinking slowly.

And if you tried to brush it off, because it wasn't that important, he would have the biggest pout, and would keep pestering you. So in the end, you'll both have your whispered drunk conversation apart from everyone else.

It was hard not to take one or two photos of you two, Seonghwa had to find the strength within him, because it was just sooo adorable. You better be prepared to be teased relentlessly tomorrow though, he wasn't that nice.

Song Mingi (송민기): he'd treat you like an old friend

What to say about Song Mingi? Even though he can be shy around strangers, or in this case, acquaintances like you, he doesn't care enough NOT to be himself, specially when he has his friends, and some drinks around.

So there you are, thinking you'll be chilling in San's dorm for a while, drink a bit, and then go home to your night routine and 7-hour-sleep, since it's usually like that when you are only with San. But, oh you were mistaken...

If they were a chaotic group, then Mingi was the chaos himself, and he didn't have to try at all. It reached a point, where you were asking yourself why haven't you got close to him before? Oh, right. You were too shy to do that, so much so, that San adopted you as his designed introverted friend, being introverted himself. That's how you ended up where you were in the first place.

But Mingi was the opposite of that. He was loud and a tiny bit crazy, it was like there wasn't a single drop of shame in his body. You really wished to be like that someday, he got your respect really fast that night.

And although you didn't speak up much, he noticed how you were laughing along with everyone, but instead of laughing at him for his silliness like the boys were, you were laughing with him, almost tearing up as the hours went by, and that's something he truly appreciates, someone with the same sense of humor as him.

That's it, that was the moment he decided he was going to adopt you as his friend too. You didn't even noticed the moment he sat beside you on the big couch, right after leaving the kitchen with a new bottle of soju. You were distracted listening to the tea Wooyoung was spilling to everyone.

"I bet they were lying that day, and were together behind his back", he commented by your side.

You gasped, since that though didn't even crossed your mind. He laughed at your wide shocked eyes.

"There's no way, she seemes to like him so much..."

By the end of the night, the two of you were gossipping like no other. Your friendship by the end of the night seemed so natural, like it was meant to be, and guess who was pouty walking you home? Yeah, Choi San. You had to remind him he was THE best friend in your eyes.

Jeong Wooyoung (정우영): he'd make everyone listen to you

Oh, this one is a mouthy one, and he's not afraid for his life.

You were already familiar with Wooyoung, since Yeosang was an old friend of yours, so of course you met here and there, although not enough for you to outright talk to him without Yeosang. Why? Besides the fact that you were shy, Yeosang had this same phrase, almost a saying at this point, for when some of them asked to hang out with both of you.

"I have to keep her from getting her innocence destroyed by you guys, you're not a good influence", he told you what he said to San two weeks ago.

Of course, he left out the part where San called him out, since he wasn't that innocent at all for starters, but does it even matter now? They got what they wanted. You came to their dorms for a movie night.

"You, keep... all of this in control today", Yeosang emphasized the "all of this" as he gestured towards San's whole body.

"Or what?", it was San's immediate reaction as he smirked up to Yeosang.

Yeosang could only give him a death glare.

San planned to be on his best behavior already, since he already knew you were smiliar to Yeosang, but it was just SO good to tease him, he couldn't stop himself.

"Or I'll bite your arms off", Wooyoung suddenly said as he sat down on the couch by San's side.

And to further prove his point, he leaned in San's right arms and threatened to bite it.

"OK, ok, stop it", San said, while shoving Wooyoung away from him.

It ended there, and no one took note of Wooyoung's protectiveness towards you at first. It's hard to tell if he just wanted a reason to be annoying or if was genuine, you know? But it got clear as the night went on, he was like your bodyguard.

If you said anything, and for some reason they didn't hear it, since they wouldn't just ignore you, he would just...

"YAH, they were speaking", he yelled looking at Mingi, who stopped munching his pizza with wide eyes.

The first time it happened, you were caught off guard, trying to brush it off what you said yourself. But did he let you? Please, of course not.

"What were you saying?", he'd ask with such a gentle voice towards you, a little smile in the corner of his mouth, while he looked you in the eyes.

It was... different to say the least.

The more that happened, the more it became a joke whitin the group.

By the end of the night, you saved his number as "the bodyguard" on your phone, but he whined so much that you added a little white heart by the side of it, and he was pretty proud of himself.

Choi Jongho (최종호): he'd look out for you quietly (or so he thinks)

If anyone asked you what is your opinion about Jongho, you would probably lie, and say you don't know him much to have an opinion. You thought he was so cool, and so fucking intimidating, and you couldn't even tell why, but you couldn't hold his stare.

It wasn't like he was scary, none of them were, there was more chance of you being the scary one, truly. But he had that energy around him, he was just calm, collected, but also fun, knew how to entertain in a way that seemed so natural? At the same time, he didn't go out of his way to speak or anything, he chose when he wanted to say or do something. Maybe that was intimidating to you, he was self-assured. And oh God, how you wished to be more like that.

You tried to be discreet as you observed him, and the rest of the boys chaotic conversation. He was just as quiet as you at that moment, also highly entertained, with his arms crossed close to his chest.

He thought you didn't really like him or something. You were a bit hard to read, and he didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable by talking about it to you, but he really didn't get why you didn't like him, since you barely talked to each other alone.

He looked your way for a moment, as you were laughing at Hongjoong glaring at Wooyoung, while playing uno. Both you and him were out this round, so everyone could play. He chucked as Hongjoong picked up more 4 cards, he already had 10 at this point.

"Someone's gonna be dead by the end of this round, I feel it", he heard you whisper to Seonghwa, who was playing right in front of you.

He watched as Seonghwa laughed quietly, and nodded, while showing you his cards. He had a proud grin on his face, he had some good cards, and he was right beside Hongjoong.

He wanted to talk to you like that, in a free and friendly manner, but he can't make himself do it. What if you don't like him even more after it? Should he just ask you what's up? No, not in front of ev-

Jongho's mind stopped working for a second. Now, you were eyeing one of the drinks on the table, right beside him. So what does he do? He hands you one of them, of course, and takes one for himself.

It seemed like nothing to everyone, including for you, but for Jongho it was the solution.

For the rest of the night, whenever you said you want something? Jongho's got it for you. You ask for someone to grab the bottle of water for you? It's Jongho. You say you're gonna grab more snacks? He's on it. Do you suggest a movie? He's the first one to vote for it. And of course, he makes it like it's no big deal, he's being himself, but you noticed his efforts.

By the end of the night, you felt bad for the way you kind of ignored him before, so you sent him a text message after you left, baby steps, ok? Baby steps. But you apolagize, thank him, and after that you can only hope to be closer to him for now on.

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cevansbaby-dove · 2 months

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My heart skips a beat.

Pairing: Glen Powell X Reader.

Summary: When Glen is at a red carpet event he just can't take his eyes off you...

Warnings:None just fluffy shit cus i need fluff!

Your heart beat so fast as you step out of your cab. You look around and hear people talking and You pick your dress up as you are escorted into the back to get your makeup done.

You get your hair fixed and hear someone say. "y/n five minutes!"

"ok ok i got it"

this is the dress you are in.

You walk out and see flashing lights and you smile and wave then you turn and pose on the red carpet with a smile and You glance over and see a tall man getting his pictures done. Man who is that? you thought to yourself.

You felt your heart skip a beat as the man with his hair slicked back looked at you with a smile. "shit" you said under your breath.

You look back at the cameras and The man says to someone. "excuse me" he walks over to you and says with a grin.

"Hi miss um you uh..." he looks around and picks up a thing of lint. "is this yours?"

You give him a wired look and say. "uh..no that's not mine" You laugh feeling nervous"

He smiles. "I'm Glen sorry i just had to come over and talk to you you look so amazing...i uh couldn't take my eyes off of you"

You smile as the cameras keep taking picture of you and this handsome man in front of you. "God that sounded bad" He chuckled. "no no it was sweet of you Powell, meet you after?"

He smiles more. "yes ma'am" You wave and walk away.

Later that night you are seated next to him and he sits by you. "Damn who would have thought i'd be by you"

He smiles looking at you. "yea" he looks at you and says. "So...what brings you here?"

You turn and look at him and say. 'My friend is in this movie so i'm here to support her"

Glen nods. "Yea is her name Mary?" You nod. "Yes how did you know?" Just then your friend walks over and says. "Ah i see you met my costar friend Powell...Y/N this is Glen, Glen this is the friend i was telling you about"

Glen laughs. "Yes we met already"

You flash them a smile and say. "Setting us up Mary?" She sits by you saying. "maybe...He does love dogs um he's super sweet and puts his friends and family first...what else could you ask for?"

"Someone i pick?" You look at Him. "Sorry you are a nice man but...I just went though a bad breakup so i just need time" Glen nods. "I'm not going anywhere princess"

Later that night your walking to the car when Glen says. "Y/N wait up" You turn and see Glen running to you. He stops by your car trying to catch his breath.. "Can i...whew" he looks at you. "Can i ask you out for some coffee tomorrow?"

"um...i'll have to see how busy i am i have a shift from six to noon so i'll let you know" He nods. "okay um can i give you my number?"

You nod as you hand him your phone.

"great" he types his number in and says as he hands it back to you. "Thanks um drive safe back please"

You smile. "I'll try have a good night" He nods. "Good night y/n"

You get into your car and drive away. Damn this guy is making you heart skip beats...

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missvelvetsstuff · 8 months

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The Wrong One

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Steve while he is on the run and stands by him through everything. Until he sees Peggy Carter again.

10. The Aftermath

Warnings: swearing, angst, difficult childbirth

Starting the next morning there was a barrage of romantic gifts showing up on her doorstep multiple times a day. Flowers, jewelry, candy, books by her favorite authors, knick knacks that Steve thought she would like. Constant texts checking up on her, phone calls where he sang love songs to her voicemail.

Y/N was already exhausted from her pregnancy and Steve's attentions, even though they weren't in person, just made it worse.

On top of that, the incident at the gala was all over the internet and gossip news sites and shows. Everyone was talking about Captain America's sudden reappearance and the confrontation with his very pregnant ex girlfriend and best friend.

Y/N woke up to hundreds of tags and notifications of articles, pictures and social media posts speculating on the meaning of last night's events.

Pictures of Bucky leaving her house as the sun was coming up. Putting a large bouquet of roses and a teddy bear with a Captain America shield in the house and stoically moving through the paps without saying a word. Even some pics of him jogging away.

When she tried to go for her morning walk, she opened the front door to find a mess of reporters still on her front stoop, keeping her from leaving. She could hear the sounds of cameras and was blinded by the many flashes.

Too many voices throwing questions out at her:

'Can you tell us what happened at the gala? Why did Captain America call you a whore?' 'When is your baby due?'

'Is that Steve Rogers child? If not who's the father?' 'Did you cheat on him?'

'Are you involved with The Winter Soldier?'

'Why is Bucky Barnes staying with you? Did he get into more trouble after the Flag Smashers?'

'Weren't you one of those pardoned after the snap? Do you think you deserved it?'

She felt overwhelmed and blurted out a distressed "No comment" and quickly went back into the house.

Y/N slammed and locked the front door then leaned against it and sank down to the floor, tears running down her face. She sat for a bit until she felt the baby start kicking up a storm. The movement reminded her of what was at stake. She laughed a little through the sobs and rubbed her belly.

"We're gonna be ok, little one. I don't know how we'll get there but I'll always be there for you."

Once she had calmed herself down, Y/N struggled to pick herself up from the floor, her large belly making the act impossible. She had to crawl across the floor until she reached a chair that she could use to support herself on her way up. As she was struggling to get up Bucky returned from his run.

He hurried over to her "Doll, are you alright? Why are you on the floor?"

He helped her stand up and pulled her into a hug when he saw that she had been crying. "What happened?"

Tears started forming before she could try to stop them "I was, I just I tried to go for a walk and th-th-they were all there, yelling and flashing and I couldn't-" she flinched and started panting, grabbing her belly.

She tried to curl up "Fuck!" She grabbed his arm "Bucky, it hurts" she whined.

Bucky's eyes grew wide and his heart sped up "Nonono, sshhh, you're ok doll. It's ok. Ivegotchu." He settled her on the couch and called Sam for a ride. While they waited for Sam he helped calm her down, breathing through the contractions.

She looked at him with tears in her eyes "Bucky, I'm not ready for this. Her room isn't done and I need more onesies. And, and I'm not ready to be a mom on my own."

He pulled her close and rubbed her back "I told you. I've got you. You aren't alone. If she's born tonight I'll get her room finished before you're ready to come home." He kissed the top of her head "You're gonna be a great mom. I just know it."

She nodded and calmed down enough to breathe through the contractions until Sam took them to the Tower. He waited in his office for them in case they needed a lift home.

Helen Cho was waiting and had Y/N hooked up to an assortment of monitors. As she relaxed Bucky held her hand and told Helen what had happened.

Helen shook her head "The press has been going crazy since Captain Rogers showed up at that party. They've been camped out in front but can't get into the parking garage. You might want to see about staying here in the Tower."

Y/N shook her head. "I just want to go home."

Helen pursed her lips "Well, let's keep an eye on you for the night and discuss what's next tomorrow. Remember we discussed the possibility of delivering early, especially considering how fast she has been growing. Try to get some sleep. Sargeant Barnes, you can stay in your quarters here tonight, she'll be carefully monitored."

Bucky shook his head "Not a chance, doc. I'm staying right here."

Helen shook her head "It's your back Sargeant. I'll see you in the morning"

Y/N looked over at Bucky with fear in her eyes but she tried to be brave "You don't have to stay in here all night, those chairs can't be comfortable. I'll be fine."

Bucky looked at her lovingly "Don't be silly doll. I'm not going anywhere."

She relaxed noticeably when he said that and whispered "Thank you Bucky."

He squeezed her hand "Anytime sweetheart."

She felt the butterflies but her heart clenched when she reminded herself he wasn't hers and eventually he would get tired of helping Steve's ex raise a kid that wasn't his. Even though he said he was fine with it she knew that couldn't last.

She tried to relax and get some sleep but it was a long time coming. When she finally did find sleep there were strange disjointed dreams with Steve and Bucky that she could barely remember in the morning, except for the feeling of unease they left her with.

Bucky woke early as he always did. He sat up and stretched without letting go of her hand. He sat and stared at her sleeping, in awe of her beauty. He couldn't wrap his head around Steve's actions. How could he leave this woman, she was so perfect. One of the few that didn't treat him like a monster.

As he watched he saw her stomach move and bulge he smiled, gently pushing on the spot that moved. He pushed softly and laughed a little when the baby pushed back. He spoke softly "My baby girl is an early riser like Uncle Bucky, huh?"

Y/N groaned, feeling the baby pushing on her bladder, and stretched. She felt Bucky rubbing her belly and opened her eyes. "Hey Buck, you sleep alright?" and yawned.

Bucky smiled "I'm fine, you're the one I'm worried about. How are you feeling?"

"M'alright. Contractions seem to have stopped." She looked at her belly and whispered "I really need to pee."

He chuckled "You need help getting to the bathroom?"

She shrugged "Probably." sat up and turned to the side, her feet barely touching the floor.

Bucky put his arm out for her and helped her to the bathroom.

Once she was settled back into bed he brought her some water.

They sat quietly for a little while before one of the nurses brought some breakfast. Helen showed up while she was eating.

Helen smiled as she entered the room "Good morning. How are you feeling today, Y/N?"

Y/N nodded "Much better. The contractions stopped."

Helen looked at the read outs "Your blood pressure is back down to normal, heart rate is normal and baby seems like she's good." She made some notes before sitting at the edge of the bed and looking back to Y/N.

"Everything looks fine now and you can be released. You have a couple of options. You don't need constant medical attention but the extra stress from a baby affected by the serum and Rogers erratic behavior are increasing your risks. I would recommend you stay in the tower. The sergeant has a room or there are some empty quarters we can set you up in.

You can go home but I really would feel more comfortable if you stayed close."

Y/N shook her head "I won't be able to relax in a strange room. I just want to go home. I can have Friday monitor me and contact you if there are any concerns."

She looked at Bucky pleadingly and he scratched his head "I don't know sweetheart, maybe staying here would be safer...." he trailed off, wanting her safe but not wanting to upset her any more.

He looked at Helen "I'll keep a close eye on her."

Helen shook her head "She needs to be on bed rest, no strenuous activity! And if the contractions start up again I want you to call me right away."

Bucky and Y/N promised to follow her instructions and Y/N dressed to go home.

When they arrived back at her home the press were mostly gone but the pile of gifts from Steve had grown. While Bucky helped Y/N inside, Sam cleared off the stoop, tossing Steve's gifts into a bag and shoving that bag into the coat closet for Y/N to deal with when she was up for it.

A few days passed quietly before they heard a loud knock at the front door while they ate breakfast.

Y/N, jumped at the sound and looked towards the front door with dread, who could it be this time?

Bucky went to answer the door, squeezing her shoulder, on his way to the entry, reassuring her that he's got it.

They knocked again, Bucky sighed as he reached the door. He tried to look through the peep hole but it was blocked, which made him consider leaving them out there. He decided it could be important so opened the door and was almost knocked down by Steve as he rushed in.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Rogers?" Bucky spat out.

"I'm here to check on my girls. Where is she?" He hurried to the living room where Y/N was struggling to stand up.

Her face turned to stone when she saw him. "Why are you here, Steve?"

Steve glared at Bucky "I'm here to check up on my best girls. Tell your boyfriend to back off."

Y/N scoffed "Your best girl died before the Blip. The only one here was just a sorry substitute. You're not welcome here."

Steve walked up to her and reached out for her hand, scowling when she pulled back. "Look, Y/N, I know I messed up but I'm here now and I want my family back."

She rolled her eyes "You have a really bad memory problem. You've already had your second chance and we are over. I won't be the one you settle for because I'm having your kid."

Steve tried to interrupt "I'm not settling honey, I made a mistake. Peggy was my dream, you're the reality."

She shook her head "So I'm the crappy wish version? I want to be with someone who wants me, who chooses me first not like some consolation prize." She was breathing heavily and feeling lightheaded.

Bucky moved quickly to her side to support her, murmuring supportive words into her hair. "Are you alright, love? You look a little pale."

He helped her sit back down and gave Steve a dirty look. "She is high risk because of the serum and doesn't need you coming in here stressing her out. We've already had one scare so you should just go. We'll let you know when she's born."

Steve shook his head "I won't let you push me aside when it's my fiance and my child you're trying to take away from me. You're talking like you're a couple, like it's your kid."

Y/N had it. "Enough! I am not your fucking fiance, Steve! All I am is your baby mama and that's all I will ever be to you. How many times do I have to say this?

Bucky isn't the one who deserted me without a warning. He has been here, by my side ever since he found out." She rubbed her temple "you're giving me a migraine, I'm on bed rest. Please leave you are stress-" her hand moved to her belly "owww, oh no. Bucky" she cried, panicking.

Bucky wrapped his arm around her shoulder, rubbing gently "Try to relax doll, you're ok and I- what the fuck was that" the bottom of his pants suddenly felt wet.

She started hyperventilating "I think it's my water. My water broke." She looked at him scared.

Bucky rubbed her back "Don't worry sweetheart. I'm gonna take care of you, ok. Let's get you dressed and get your go bag. Ok?"

Y/N nodded nervously and went to her bedroom to take a fast shower and get dressed. She put her hair away from her face then threw on a pair of sweats, one of Bucky's t-shirts and a pair of slippers.

She returned to the living room carrying an overnight bag and noticed Steve was still there, looking concerned.

She pointed at him "Why are you still here, I told you to leave."

Steve shook his head "No. It sounds like you're about to have my baby so I'm coming with you."

She scoffed "Like you care. You can sit in the waiting area because I don't want you anywhere near me." Her face pinched and she growled "Fuuuck!" looking around to see Bucky on the phone.

He finished up quickly and went to take Y/N's bag and offer his arm in support, looking at her concerned "You ok honey? Remember to breathe. I spoke to Helen, we're meeting her at the Tower. I also sent a message to Pepper, she will check up on you after we get you settled."

Y/N nodded quickly and tried to remember her breathing while keeping a bruising grip on Bucky's arm. He flinched lightly and started walking towards the garage, leading her slowly.

Bucky realized Steve was still there and shouted back at him "We're going to the Tower, don't much care what you do."

Steve nodded curtly "I'll meet you there."

By the time they arrived at the Tower Y/N was crying, sweating profusely, trying to breathe between sobs "Bucky, this is too much, I can't"

He picked her up bridal style and headed up to the medbay "I know it hurts doll but you can, I know you can. Helen will help and you'll have our beautiful girl in your arms before you know it." He grimaced as she tensed during each contraction but didn't notice the blood until he set her down on the bed Helen Cho pointed towards it.

Bucky looked to Helen with wide eyes, scared for the first time in years.

Y/N felt like she was being ripped apart as the contractions increased until she barely had a chance to catch her breath in between. She had a death grip on Bucky's hand and cried in pain as Helen did an exam to see how far along she was, brow furrowed at the blood.

Helen spoke softly as she removed her gloves, calling for an anesthesiologist and faced Bucky. "I'm going to give her a spinal for the pain, her blood pressure is pretty high as well. I'm going to do an ultrasound to see where baby is because she was head up last time." She spoke softly to Y/N explaining what was happening next and assured her that the baby was not in any distress.

As Helen performed the ultrasound her face showed her concern. She kept her voice calm so as not to stress Y/N any more than necessary. "So, she's still head up so we're going to have to do a c-section. The umbilical cord is wrapped around her neck as well. She still not showing any signs of distress and I want to get her out before she does. Sargent Barnes, you need to scrub and get a surgical gown and we'll meet you in the OR."

Bucky nodded and tried to keep the fear off of his face when he spoke to Y/N "I'm gonna go get cleaned up and meet you in surgery, ok sweetheart? They're gonna hook you up with some pain meds so you'll feel better soon and we'll get your baby girl." He kissed her forehead and walked away.

After she was given the pain meds Y/N calmed down a little before she was prepped for surgery until the baby monitor started beeping. She looked at nurse "Whats that? Is something wrong? Is she ok?"

Bucky came in wearing a surgical gown/cap/shoe covers and took her hand to calm her down as Helen quickly went to work.

30 minutes later Y/N's newborn girl was placed on her chest. Bucky took a couple of pictures and teased her about her slightly stoned looking smile.

After baby girl was cleaned and weighed, and mom was all stitched up they were taken to a small room where they worked on nursing until baby latched on. Bucky was right there making sure she was comfortable, warm enough, had enough support, gave her drinks and couldn't have been more proud if he had delivered a baby himself.

Steve was in the waiting room and looked anxiously at Helen when she told him that baby and mom were in the first room if he wanted to see them. He almost ran there but stopped at the doorway. The scene in front of him broke his heart.

Y/N looking beautiful but very tired holding his daughter as she nursed while Bucky was sitting on the bed next to her, metal arm around her shoulders, talking sweetly to the baby as she gripped his finger, a look of love and awe on his face. They made a beautiful little family.

Steve couldn't stand it and left without saying a single word.

Chapter 11

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/ actress fem reader

Warning: fluff

Plot: after Austin wins his award you bump into his ex girlfriend into the Oscars bathroom.

Word count: 2000

Disclaimer: everything fake, no shade no nothing, just respect for all parties and remember this is all FICTIONAL

"Baby, I'll just go to the bathroom ok? I'll find you after?" I whisper to Austin who turns his head to smile at me. "Sure honey, you feeling ok?" He asks, his attention, that was previously directed at the lady engraving his name on the golden statue, now fully directed to me. "Yes, I just need to use the toilet." I explain, caressing his shoulder, giving his bicep a reassuring squeeze. "Ok, be careful!" I see him lean down to kiss me, but we are still not public so I take it upon myself to dodge the kiss. "Sorry." He mumbles, looking apologetic. "That's ok, see you soon!" I wave at him before turning around on my heels and finding my way to the bathroom.

I've got to admit it's pretty crazy, even now after all the success I've had in my career, to see myself surrounded by all these people I looked up to. I look to my right and there is Jamie Lee Curtis talking to Robert De Niro, so I have to stop for a second to just gawk at them. But only for a second, cause I don't want to be caught being a weird fangirl. As I keep walking trying to redeem myself, I bump into Pedro Pascal on the way. He and I are going to be starring in a new HBO series called "The last of us". We already filmed a couple of scenes but he and I have yet to be on set together. "Pedro, hi how are you?" He smiles at me. "I'm good good, you were incredible up there, looking fantastic. A big slay I'd say!" I can't help but laugh a bit too hard, resulting in a funny sound to come out of my nose. "Oh my, Ped, that's that's exactly right." I giggle wiping some tears from the corners of my eyes. "Listen I was on my way to the bathroom, so excuse me. Oh I almost forgot are you coming to Baz's after party? I think I send you the invite didn't I?" I ask. "Yes yes of course I'm coming, gotta watch out for my little girl." Pedro jokes, making us laugh at how serious he's taken to the role of the father figure for my character. "Ok dad." I scream running past him laughing. At this rate I'm collecting fathers like they're infinity stones.

The bathroom is not as full as I expected, that's mostly because all the big categories have been announced by now and a lot of people left for the after parties already. It's a bit tricky getting to do what I need to do in the long dark blue sequence dress, but I manage. I take a good look at myself in the mirror as I'm washing my hands, taking note that a bit of my mascara smudged, so I use a clean tissue paper to wipe that off.

"Excuse me?" A voice calls out as I'm concentrating on getting the mascara situation under control. I toss the tissue in the trash and turn around to see who was call me. I'm stunned the second I'm face to face with the person who just spoke. "(Y/n), oh my goodness I thought that was you, who else would wear a huge navy sequence dress." I can't believe my eyes, Vanessa Hudgens is standing in front of me, looking gorgeous in her black skin fitted dress. "Oh, um hi!" I put my hand out to shake, but she surprises me by pulling me into a tight hug. "You look so beautiful tonight by the way, I wanted to get to talk to you on the carpet, but you were caught up with other interviewers. I didn't want to crowd you." To be honest I avoided her on the carpet on purpose, sure my relationship with Austin isn't yet confirmed to the public and all, but the rumors are there and I'm sure she's seen most if not all of them. "Oh yeah, I was pretty crowded. It's a bummer I didn't get to talk to you, you always give such great interviews." I say, meaning every word, because in truth she is amazing at interviewing people and to not admit that would be a blasphemy. I wasn't avoiding her because I have something against her, in fact I'm actually a big admirer of hers. Austin told how things went down between them and I trust him, from his side nothing bad went down, but there was heartbreak and hurt so I can only imagine that for her it was at least as painful as it was for him, if not worse.

"That's ok, I'm sure we'll get to do it for another carpet, maybe at the Met this year if you're going." She's so sweet. "I think I am, it really depends on how my filming schedule goes."

"Oh hell yeah I saw you and Pedro Pascal got cast for that HBO series, congrats." I blush at all the compliments she's directing my way, toying with the necklace around my neck. "Vanessa, I-" the words just don't seem to come out of my mouth, because frankly I don't even know what I want to say. She seems to understand that I'm having a hard time communicating what I want to say and her features soften as her big smile comes a soft smirk. "Listen, I've seen the rumors, I don't hold it against you or him, if they are true. He was an amazing boyfriend and well maybe we both could've done better to stay together, but I don't think it was meant to be." I can see she speaks from the heart. "I just, I know his side of things, he only has good things to say about you, but.."

"Honey if the one thing holding you back is me, I want you to know you have my full support. Austin deserves to be happy, doesn't matter who it's the one taking care of that as long as he's happy." I'm surprised to say the least, but I think coming off of what Austin told me about her, I expected this kind of reaction from her. "That's so nice of you to say, I just-" she shushes me when the door opens and someone comes in. "Let's go out." She motions her head towards the door, looping her arm around mine and leading me out. "Thank you!" I whisper to her.

"So I need you to know there's no bad blood." She tells me truthfully. "I believe you, but with everything going on I just, I'm scared of people finding out and I don't know how much longer we can keep it under wraps, I mean you saw him." Vanessa seems to understand exactly what I mean. "Longing stares and tight hugs. Oh we've all seen him, you are clearly the better one at hiding all this." I laugh nervously, wondering just how bad Austin is making things look from an outside perspective. "It's not too bad." She chimes in, probably reading my thoughts. "Eh I can try and fool myself, but... in the end we will make it public so there's no more speculations, but we don't want that to overshadow our careers, so we wanted for award season to be over." I explain one of the reasons we're being so private. "I get that. Oh and here comes lover boy." She says looking over my shoulder and before I can turn my neck to look behind me, a hand settles on my hip. "Hey Nessa, what's up?" Austin says, pulling me closer to him.

Vanessa notices the small gesture, throwing me a knowing look. "Nothing much, just talking to (y/n). Congratulations by the way, it was well deserved!" She says, gesturing to the award he's holding in his other hand. "Did they engrave it?" I ask, looking down at it. "Yes, look how cool it looks." Austin says excitedly, holding it up for me to read. "Did they spell your name wrong?" I ask faking concern. "What?" He panics immediately taking a closer look at the award. I can't help but burst out laughing at him. "You little minx!" He teases kissing my cheek, before I get the chance to dodge it this time. "Austin!" I warn looking around worried someone might've noticed. "Sorry." He says quietly.

"Don't be, you look cute together. You actually seem very happy Aus, I'm glad for you. I have to get going now, but I wish you both the best. Have a good one!" She says. "Thank V, you look happy too, I saw you were engaged, how's that?" Austin asks her. His question makes me look down at her left hand, where there is in fact a big beautiful diamond ring. "He makes me happy. I'm glad we both got to be in love again. It suits you." Her words make me wonder how can she see that he's in love with me. I look at his face and don't see anything that could scream 'I'm in love', but like on cue he feels me looking at him, so he turns his head to me. That's when I see it, that glimmer in his eyes, the one that not only screams 'I'm in love' but also it projects it out into the world. "Yeah I think it does. She's the one thing that got me through this whole thing. I have you to thank for all of this, so thank you!" Austin tells her and I can see his words touched her.

"You're welcome Austin, send me an invite to the wedding." Vanessa says, giving him a quick hug and disappearing into the crowd. Wedding? His wedding? With me? She couldn't have meant that? Right? "What's wrong? Did she say anything?" Austin looks over my face and I catch myself in his eyes, looking terrified. "Oh no, no, she was actually really sweet." I avert my eyes from him, this way preventing him from looking straight into my soul as he usually does. "Then..? Oh was it the wedding comment?" Austin catches on either way. I blush deeply and try to shake my head, but there's no point in denying. "Honey she meant that as a joke, ok? I'm not proposing. Not now at least."

Not now, so he's thought about this. "Not now?" The words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. "I mean, maybe sometime in the future." Austin clarifies licking his lips anxiously. "Not the near future.." he keeps going hoping to calm me. "(Y/n) I know it’s too soon, but I can't lie and say that I haven't thought about marrying you, ok? I have and I know we are not ready yet."

"Yet? Ok but how will you know when I'm ready? Cause you might be ready faster than I am, since your older and I don't expect you to wait for me." Austin chuckles, brushing back his hair. "Honey, I would wait for you a thousand years and then a thousand more. And if you never want to get married, that's fine too. Now what do you say we go home and change to go to Baz's party?" Austin caresses my cheek, smiling softly at me. "Ok." I sigh, holding my dress up and walking towards the exit where Matt waits for us to drive us back to Austin's place so we could get changed for the after party.

"Can you believe I won this?" Austin asks still looking in disbelief at his award as I lean my head on his shoulder, looking down at the golden prize in his hand. "I can." I say, kissing his neck, feeling his hot skin against my red lips. "Now you're mine." I giggle as I lick my thumb to help clean off the red lip stain. "No, leave it." He says taking my hand and holding my knuckles. "Ok my winner! I love you!" I close my eyes and relax next to him. "I love you too!" Austin tells me kissing the top of my head, letting me lean on him.

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shinestarhwaa · 6 months

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hi!! i hope its ok to request sum from ur prompt list <33

name: wooyoung

kink #: 1, 5, 14, 21, 22

line: 49, and 50

au: 69, 55, 56

if its ok can u make woo a sub? i js love sub!idol stuff

please n thank u, ily!!

Hi sweetie! Ofcourse I can, I got u! This was insane to write but I hope u enjoy it , pls lemme know!! Xoxo

GOOD LIL BOY || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags/Warnings: Brother's Best Friend AU, (You're (TXT) Yeonjun's sister), Idol!Wooyoung, established relationship, bratty sub!wooyoung, use of toys, spit play, dirty talk, temperature play (ice), edging, overstimulation, bit of bdsm (handcuffs), mentions of m x m/voyeurism/orgy but no actions!, little bit of namecalling (slut), degrading, pegging

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

"I'm so hard right now, you know?" Wooyoung whispered in your ear from behind. ''Wooyoung, please, I'm trying to order coffee here, and you shouldn't say stuff like that out loud, remember who you are,'' you muttered, struggling to maintain a straight face. ''I taste better than coffee,'' he grinned, ''you love tasting me.'' ''Wooyoung, Yeonjun would kill you if he heard you say such things. So would your boss. So stop saying these things in public.''

Wooyoung leaned his head on your shoulder and sighed, making you roll your eyes. He was so impatient sometimes. You finally got your coffee and sat down. You were still halfway when he had slurped up the entire frappucino already.

''Jeez, chill out Woo.'' ''Y/N, I swear to God that I'm gonna burst right out of my pants.'' ''But how? Why?'' you sighed as you took another sip. ''Because you're hot and I can't get last night's conversation out of my head.''

You laughed and finished your coffee. ''Oh really?'' ''Yes. Really. I can only think about you shoving that big dil-'' ''Wooyoung, you have to stop. Now.'' you warned him. He rolled his eyes and threw away your empty cups. ''We're going home.''

The two of you walked down the street, the sky a midnight blue color. You got a few looks from people, making you wonder if it's his erection straining against his jeans, him being recogized as Ateez's Wooyoung or both.

Soon enough you entered your apartment and you had hardly taken off your coats when Wooyoung pushed you against the wall. ''What the hell do you think you're doing?'' you asked, raising your left eyebrow.

''You're gonna give it to me, tonight,'' he breathed out as he left wet kisses down your neck. ''Excuse me?'' ''What we talked about yesterday. We're gonna do this now. Tonight.'' You moaned softly at the feeling of your boyfriends' lips and tongue on your neck.

"Give it to me, please, just for tonight,'' he moaned into your ear. You bit your lip, he was seducing you and you were giving in. Even in the moments you were in power over him he had control. You were wrapped around his finger. So you'd have to do your best to overpower him.

"Oh I'll give it to you alright."

You took him by the wrist and pulled him into your kitchen. He struggled to take off his shoes as you kissed him intensely and full of passion and discarded your clothes. When he was butt-naked he hopped on the kitchen island, spreading his legs and showing off his stiff cock.

His eyes were glued on the black lingerie and tall black heels you had on. Your hardened nipples showed off in the lacy bra, making his cock twitch. "Sit still. Wait here," you ordered, and Wooyoung made sure to obey you - to your surprise.

You left to gather some toys from your room and came back to the kitchen. You took a blindfold from the little box and put it on his delicate face. After that you took his wrists and cuffed them on his back. "God...What are you going to do to me?"

"Nasty things."

He heard the noise of you rummaging through the fridge - or was it the freezer? Suddenly he heard the familiar noise of ice cubes being pushed out a holder. "Fuck," he muttered, "you're gonna ice me?"

You grinned and took an ice cube between your fingers. Very gently, slowly, you slid it over his bottom lip. A drop of very cold water fell down his chin as the ice melted.

You moved it down, along his jawline, down his neck and onto his chest, grazing his hard nipple. He winced and gasped at the ice cold feeling, cock twitching again. Wooyoung tried to move his hands, but he couldn't. He's have to take whatever you give to him.

"S-so cold," he moaned as it touched and circled his other nipple. More droplets decorated his tan skin as you moved it down over his torso, slowly reaching his crotch. The ice gave him goosebumps once you ran it over his shaft, onto the tip of his cock.

"Y/N!" He cried out, trying to move and resist the cold ice, but you hold him still as much as you could, moving the ice around. Water dripped down his shaft onto his balls and down to his ass.

Suddenly he felt the ice slide down his ass, to his puckering hole. He tried to close his legs, annoying you as he didn't obey you like he should. "Wooyoung." "P-Please it's so cold," he whined, but he wasn't really saying no, his cock was dripping with pre-cum.

You guided him, flipping him over. You smirked at his position, on his knees, ass down and face up. You ran the ice cube over his ass, grazing his hole and all the way down to his balls.

"Y/N," he whined, body trembling and shaking in front of you. You took a smaller vibrator out of the box, lubing it up and inserting it into your boyfriend's hole. He cried out and whined at the sensation.

"Gosh, you," you smirked, "you're such a little naughty slut, aren't you? What would your friends say if they knew you loved it in your ass? What would they say if they saw you with your ass up on my kitchen island?" You mocked him.

He whined and bucked his hips into nothing, needy to be inside something, to be inside you. "O-Oh God I don't k-know," he mumbled. "They'd tease you so much... What would San think... or your leader, hm? And what would Yeonjun think?" You smirked. His eyes widened at that name, hole clenching around the vibrator.

"Y/N! Please!" He moaned loudly. You loved to embarrass him like this, use him like this and tame him like the brat he is. "Please what, Youngie?" "P-Please don't say these things," he whined, but he was lying. So you kept going on.

"And your fans...What would they say if they knew you showed your ass off to me... liked to take it roughly? Like to be pushed around after acting like a brat all day? You love to be fucked right," you smirked.

"O-Oh God! I-I love it!" He moaned when you took his dick into your hands, pumping it quickly. "K-keep going! I'm cumming!" He moaned loudly. You quickly stopped everything, pulling out the vibrator as well, cutting off his orgasm. "N-No, please," he whined. You waited for his adrenaline to calm down before you pumped his cock and inserted the vibrator again, putting it on the highest setting.

"What if your members walked in on us? Hm?" You started, "What if they all walked in on us? You'd fucking like that... being watched by them... or do you want them to join you? You want them to touch you too? Would you like their cocks inside your ass baby?"

"O-Oh my God, oh my God!" He moaned as his breath was picking up. "You want them to watch me fuck you? I could always ask, sweetie, I could ask if they wanted to come and watch how you unravel for me. Do you think they'll get hard? And embarrassed? And then take their pants off and show you their hard cocks?"

His cock twitched in your hand and you let go again, pulling out the vibrator and yet again stopping his orgasm. "Please, please!" He begged loudly, all choked up. "Do you wanna cum, prince?" "Yes, yes, yes I wanna cum, please let me cum this time, please, pretty please? I've been taking it so well!"

"Hm, fine, you've been doing well... So well for me, bet you'd wanna do well for your members too," you smirked, inserting the vibrator for the third time and pumping his cock roughly again, just the way he liked it.

"I-I'd be so good!" "I bet you would, San would have tamed you in a matter of seconds. And you would listen to Hongjoong right? Would you listen to Seonghwa as he used your body? And Yunho?"

"Oh my God, oh my God!" He moaned, nearly screaming. "Yeosang would be so pretty right? He's take care of you... and I bet you'd like to be split open by Mingi... and have Jongho's hands on you..."

Before you knew it he was cumming all over the grey marble countertop. "Oh my baby," you cooed as you watched his cum drizzle down his cock. You palmed his balls and massaged them, somehow keeping him cumming and cumming. "Y/N!" He cried out over overstimulation.

Smirking, you took the vibrator out for the last time, turning it off. He panted loudly and clenched around nothing, eager for something to fill him up.

You rolled him back and he sat up, legs swinging over the edge of the counter. You wiped the cum off the counter and put it in your mouth, letting it mix with your saliva. You took Wooyoung's chin in his hand and instantly he opened up for you to spit into his mouth. "Swallow," you ordered him. He nodded and swallowed it down, breathing heavily.

"My good lil boy," you winked, "it's time to fuck you now, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes please fuck me," he panted. He got off the counter and bend over the dining table. "Wow, I didn't even have to ask," you smirked as you put the strap-on panties on, with the biggest dildo of your collection attached to it. He truly was a sizequeen.

You had bought these panties just last week, and you were excited to have them on as they came with a remote and a vibrator inside to stimulate your clit. You handed him the remote, trusting him with it.

You lubed up the toy and slid it into his ass, making him whine loudly. You had one hand on his cuffed wrists and one on his squishy ass. He yelped and whined as you thrusted into him, fucking him roughly and deeply. Tears formed in his eyes as result of the overstimulation and sensitivity from his previous orgasm.

"Please! Please, oh God, that's so good, fucking me so good!"

Suddenly the vibrator inside your panties got turned on, making you moan out loud. "Oh fuck baby!" You moaned as you rocked into your boyfriend.

"Y-You like that hm? It feels good right?" "Fuck, yes, you're making me feel so good Wooyoung!" You moaned. He turned the vibrator up to it's highest setting, your hips bucking and jerking forward, fucking into his prostate.

"You're gonna make me cum again, you're gonna make me cum, I'm cumming, c-cumming, fucking cumming!" He moaned loudly as his cum spilled from his cock.

The sensation in your pussy got bigger, wilder and took over your body, thrusts getting sloppy as you came for him, cumming in your panties as you fucked Wooyoung through his orgasm.

He turned off the vibrator as you rode out your orgasms, panting loudly. You pulled out of him and removed the panties, uncuffing Wooyoung and taking off his blindfold. You took him in your arms, leaning against the dining table. "My good lil boy..."

"You're not gonna tell my friends I like to get fucked in my ass by my girlfriend," he grinned. "I might just." ''You will not!'' You laughed and stroked his hair. ''You want me to.''

#kpop #ateez #smut #shinestarhwaa #shinestarhwaa's promptlist❤️#wooyoung #wooyoung x reader

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rhodesrider · 7 months

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Scary Guard dogs

CG! Damian P. x Little! Bimbo! Plus! Fem! Reader x Platonic! CG! Rhea R.

SFW! 18+ Minors DNI!

Warnings:Some Agere!, some cussing, yelling, interrogation, mentions of poor body imagine and fatphobia.

A sweet girl on a mission, to find a limited edition dress that looked exactly like the one that Margot Robbie was wearing in the Barbie movie in the beginning of the scene of her in the dream house. After she reassured the people she was traveling with that she was find going on her own she stumbled upon the shop that had the exact dress in stalk. Only issue is it wasn’t in her size. Y/N looked at the mannequin through the glass and was dazzled by the beautiful dress. Having at the bottom of the dress the famous B for Barbie stitched at the bottom. She needed it. Her closet was nothing but bratz and Barbie outfits, what she could make and buy. This dress was a piece of her dream.

She went in the store and she looked at the tag for the item number to make it easier for the clerk to find if it has a bigger size. She hurried to the desk and asked the woman nervous of the outcome. “Oh we do actually, check over by the plus area and it should be there in the dresses. I remember putting it away.” The kind woman said pointing her in the direction. Y/N said thank you and quickly went to the spot, seeing the dress there in plain sight. She was so excited ready for the pictures and days out she can wear this with her significant others. But soon she was touched on the shoulder, she quickly turned around seeing a man smiling at her, a complete stranger. “Um hi, im sorry am I in your way?” She asked a bit nervous. “No baby you’re not, I was wondering if I could know you a bit more?” The dude was straight forward but Y/N just blinked and moved past him. “No thank you.” She smiled looking at jackets next ignoring the man. “Why not-“ “I have partners already.” Y/N said plainly still not facing the man who was now getting annoyed. “What’s that have to do with me? You can’t have any friends?” Soon talking stopped all around and Y/N completely ignored him. “Come on girl, I would honestly be doing you a favor.” Y/N stopped but knew not to face him, her ears burned a bit in some anger but she kept the smile on her face. “Plus who knows, you could be just telling a small fib because you’re scared I might hurt you or something. I’m harmless. You don’t have to lie saying you got a boyfriend-“ “Please leave me alone.” Y/N said with a sharp tongue. The dude just rolled his eyes and continued, trying to make conversation as she was searching for accessories with the dress. He peeked seeing the size, 2XL. His nose scrunched up and he smirked, not taking the rejection lightly. “It’s whatever, I don’t date fat bitches anyway.”

Her heart soon felt heavy. She was harassed for minutes by this dirtbag and he starts to harass her about her weight. “Like I said I would be doing a favor for you. Shit I might help you lose all that so you can look more presentable-“ soon his words were cut short. He was up against the wall, Y/N looked up seeing a very angry Damien, and a pissed Rhea. “Pumpkin we were trying to call you, your phone on silent again?” Rhea asking casually as the man that was harassing Y/N was pleading to be let go. Damien didn’t move him, the dudes feet dangling against the wall as he asked for help. The clerk saw the whole thing and was calling security but hung up as she sees that it’s being taken care of. “I’m sorry mama I was focused on the dress…” “It’s ok baby. Use mamas card to get it so we can go.” Rhea smiled and kissed Y/Ns cheek. She nodded and went to the counter with a sad look on her face.

“Odiaría manchar el suelo con sangre, simplemente usaré tu cuerpo para limpiarla.”

(“I'd hate to get blood on the floor, I'll just use your body to clean it up.”)

Damien snarled some in anger holding the man up higher. “Wait! wait oh my god what did he say?!” The man asked in fear.

“Damien deja ir a ese cabrón, no vale la pena. siempre y cuando él no la tocara.”

(“Damien let that bastard go, he's not worth it. as long as he didn’t touch her.”)

Rhea said back and he looked at her rolling his eyes. “Whatever.” He groaned. He dropped the man as he was gasping for air. “I suggest you get out my sight before I tear you apart bitch.” Damien said as the dude nodded and got up and out the store. Y/N was waiting as she was looking up at the mannequin with the normal sized dress on. Sighing from the words that the man said and trying to shake it off looking at her dress. “Princess?” Rhea walked up with Damien seeing Y/N looking at the same dress she bought. “Thank you guys, I just…I know you tell me not to let people get to me about my size. It’s just really hard.” Damien smiled and went over hugging Y/N kissing her forehead. “You’re gonna look beautiful in the dress you fit in. You are a beautiful angel to me and Rhea and no one can change that. We love you for who you are cupcake.” Y/N smiled and hugged him back, “Now how about we go home and get you in this to post some pictures? Then after that we watch the Barbie movie again?” She nodded fast and Followed her two guardians along the mall. They stopped making sure that she was in front of them and watched her surroundings. Happy she’s happy.

“We are very lucky Rhea.” Damien smiled. “Very, a shame we didn’t beat that’s dude skull in.” Rhea muttered and on que saw the man that was talking to another woman. He peeked at the two and turned while. They both shot looks in disgust as he was trying to entertain another girl bothering her. Rhea tapped a security guard and pointed at the man explaining what happened, and the mall cop nodded going over to get him out. She smirked at her deed. “Mama!” Y/N called and Rhea went to catch up as they head to the car.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe raw #judgement day #wwe rhea ripley #wwe damian priest #agere post #wwe judgement day

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minki-moo · 8 months

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♡‧₊˚ 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 1 ♡‧₊˚

pairing ♡ mingi x f!reader rating ♡ m for mature tags ♡ office au, boyfriend!mingi, long distance, petnames (mingi calls reader baby), suggestive w/c ♡ 800 pt. 2

a/n ♡ so i originally posted this on ao3 and since it did pretty good on there i decided to post it here too. pt.2 is already done so i'll be posting it right after this one. pt. 3 is also in the works so i hope you enjoy!!!

you look at the clock. 9 pm. you hold back a sigh. it's been a week since your boyfriend left for his trip, and you can't say you're not disappointed. you had just gotten together after months of the both of you being absolutely clueless about each other's feelings. when everything seemed to be going smoothly, his work pushed a 2 week business trip onto him. and if it couldn't get any worse, with his trip and your workload suddenly increasing, you barely had any time to call each other, and when you did, the call wouldn't last anymore than 5 minutes.

you plop into your bed, exhausted from work. as you scroll aimlessly through your emails, you get a text:

minki <3: good evening shnookums

you smile as you read his text, silently cursing him for being so adorable

you: good evening princess

minki <3: how was my wittle cutie patootie

you: better now that i can talk to you <3

minki <3: awww ur making me blush

minki <3: …i miss you

as you reread the last text over and over again, different feelings start flooding your mind: lovesickness, longing, sadness, and…lust.

yes, you haven't been dating for that long, and your busy schedules made it difficult to meet up. mingi, being the gentleman that he is, always made the most out of your dates; taking you out to different restaurants you've always wanted to try, and planning other fun things that made you fall for him every single time.

although those sentiments were very touching and thoughtful, you have to admit that you were ready for more. you were ready for more than little pecks on the cheek, you were ready for more than tentative cuddles while watching tv.

the problem is, you don't know how to bring it up to him. mingi always seemed so happy whenever you had time for each other that you convinced yourself that where you guys are right now is enough.

a loud ring shakes you out of your thoughts. you look at your phone, a bright "minki <3" pops up on the screen. clearing your throat, you answer the phone and put it on speaker, letting it rest on the pillow beside you.

"hellooooooo beautiful~", mingi's soft yet melodic voice makes your heart skip a beat.

"you were taking a while to answer, so i thought i'd call you. are you doing ok?"

you take a few deep breaths, hoping he didn't notice how your breathing had become uneven.

"no no i'm ok, just a bit tired", you reply.

you could practically hear the pout on his lips when he replied.

"awww you shouldn't be working too hard. how am i supposed to talk to you if you're tired?".

you chuckled as he continued to curse at your workplace for making you work so hard.

after a brief silence, you hear mingi take a deep breath, and proceed to say something that made your efforts to stay calm go to waste.

"i wish i was with you right now."

calming yourself down, you manage to reply, "i wish so too, mingi."

"oh really? it doesn't sound like it". his voice practically oozed with sarcasm.

rolling your eyes, you say, "of course i want to be with my boyfriend".

"well i don't believe you~", mingi says in a cute little sing-song voice.

"then what do i have to do to prove it to you?".

"kiss me".

huh???, you think in awe. "mingi, darling, you're miles away, how am i supposed to kiss you?"

"kiss me through the phone~", he replies, as he continues singing the rest of the song in an out of tune voice that makes you giggle.

"ok ok fine", you say after you stop giggling.

you pucker up your lips and give your phone a big smooch. a small laugh from your phone makes you smile.

"thank you, love. i really needed that".

you and mingi talk a little more before he dozes off, still on call. you let the call continue, not having the heart to cut it off. picking up your laptop, you start working on an email while listening to mingi's deep breathing and incoherent mumbles.

"mmh, baby".

you freeze, slowly turning your head towards the phone, not believing what you are hearing.

you hadn't noticed before, but small moans had accompanied mingi's breathing. your face starts to heat up as you struggle to keep your heart rate down. what was he dreaming about that made him say stuff like that in his sleep?

"fuuuuck yeah, right there".

this was the last straw. you quickly grab your phone and end the call, still in shock at what you had just heard, and ashamed at yourself for letting it affect you the way it did.

after calming yourself down, you close your laptop and head to bed, your mind reeling over the phone call you just had.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #mingi x reader #mingi #mingi x you #mingi smut

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formulawonu · 2 years

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seventeen & drunk conversations

prompt: how svt would be in drunk conversations

a/n: hi i'm back and got kinda carried away... tag yourselves i'm a combination of woozi and lee chan 🤠

seungcheol: "i love you i love you i love you" "SAY IT BACK WTH" gets all pouty dkxhsjhb would also attempt to talk to you seriously about whatever is going on with your life <//3 big believer of a drunk persons words are a sober persons thoughts

jeonghan: "ha i knew u were a lightweight" "bet u can't take one more shot" DEADASS what an enabler u both would already be drunk and he'd still be challenging u to drink more. the competitiveness just jumps out i guess???? but it would be a fun night. 50% chance of tears if the mood is right

joshua: stopppppp he'd be holding ur hand or leaning his head on ur shoulder i know u all saw that tipsy dingo live. he'd probably also just be muttering stuff under his breath or singing along to whatever song is in the background he is my king of sitting pretty wherever and whenever he'd also be making sure ur ok

junhui: im sorry this man is in a whole other different dimension. u would THINK ur talking to him then realize mid sentence that he is just.....not there... he would probably think he's having a conversation with u but actually it was all just happening in his head and he was really just staring into the distance zoned out irl fml

hoshi: "yo yo yo listen to me im not drunk i actually love you" "IM BEING SERIOUS IM NOT DRUNK I LOVE UR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE?!?!?!?!?" everyone knows hes drunk. even he knows hes drunk. does it matter? no. he would also actually try to have a deep n heartfelt conversation with u:( pls value the mans drunk words they actually mean a lot and come from the heart :/

wonwoo: ok depending on the vibe he either gets even more quiet or hes literally just laughing at everything im gonna cry diusfkghjfj,cm (sorry that was my bias talking) like if it's a drinking situation where deep conversations are happening he's probably really internalizing everything going on and paying attention to whoever is speaking so he really remembers the moment but if its a fun drinking time he's 100% laughing at whoever tf is acting up and throwing sum jokes in here and there:/ HES TRYING HIS BEST OKAY

woozi: yeaaaaaaaa we got our resident sentimental drunk here 🤠 like he's kinda like wonwoo in the sense that he's really basking in the moment and noticing every detail about what's happening and who he's with but he's really just... a soft guy when he's drunk i think he'd be the type to take out his phone in the middle of the night to just write about how he feels/drunk thoughts in his notes just so he could think abt it when he's sober or potentially get inspiration from it :( brings up nice past memories n all... LEE JIHOON I LOVE YOU

minghao: he's just giggling the entire time and maybe just a lil more snarky... "sorry? did u say something? i couldn't hear u over the shot i poured out for u that u didn't take" would also initiate several group toasts and takes pics of u/whoever he's with to capture the moment. becomes more vocal abt his feelings in general actually. would 10/10 want to get drunk with minghao

mingyu: hes a flirty drunk stop it rn. opens all ur bottles/cans for u and hands it back to u with a wink, takes shots for u, has his arm draped across ur seat.... HES JUST NATURALLY LIKE THAT OK PHYSICAL TOUCH IS HIS LOVE LANGUAGE :/ its just even more pronounced when hes intoxicated. asks u ever so often if ur ok if u need water :/ "i'll take the shot for u just remember u owe me something" MOVE!!!!!!!!! but he's v receptive of u and that translates in how caring he is... ugh what a man

seokmin: byeeeee hes also so touchy. hes showering u with kisses and hugs. "i actually LOVE you though!!!!!! return my love!!!!" ur in for a long night if u put him and hoshi together. im being serious good luck. but he's suddenly down to do anything now - cook a feast? go night swimming? karaoke? he's ur guy. would not stop letting u know how much he appreciates and loves u:/ romantic or not:/ if hes sweet sober hes even more drunk:(

seungkwan: omfg he nags at u so much "ANOTHER SHOT?? REALLY???" "WHY ARE U ASSUMING I WANT TO TAKE ANOTHER SHOT" then takes the shot anyway lmao he'd be easier to fool into doing smth stupid to make everyone laugh bec he just wants good vibes n good memories :/ and he's even more doting on whoever he's with like he would 100% get u water and u could trust him with anything. my dream wingman for real he would know how ur feeling and how the night is going without any words needed. he is ESSENTIAL

vernon: he's the one finishing all of the snacks on the table while everyone is talking. he is pure vibes. nodding his head to whatever music is playing in the background and listening to the conversations going on. inputs here and there but hes happier going with whatever vibe is of the night. great person to have beside u imo if u wanna go crazy he'll jump with u if u wanna sit down and talk he'll do that too. might even share a cig with u if the mood calls for it. vernon is on my night out dream team as well

dino: THE LIFE OF THE PARTY!!!! like he doesn't even ask to be it -- he just naturally draws attention and everyone loves playing with him jiskfdhrkd "guys ive literally been the only one taking shots this isnt fair" "WHAT DO U MEAN I LOST THE GAME I HAVENT PLAYED" but he just goes with it because he wants a good time. however as the night progresses and the group gets smaller n smaller he starts becoming serious lee chan and tries to heart to heart with whoever is there. :/ he has a lot of valuable thoughts to let out so whoever is with him pls LISTEN!

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h-c-u · 1 year

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The kids are alright pt 3

Summary: You go into labor two weeks before the due date, while Ice is giving an interview on the live TV

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

W/C: 4k

Rating: PG

TWs: Labor and all stuff that comes with it.

A/N: Sooo.... The baby is here :) And this chapter was inspired by that interrupted interview with prince Harry, when he was still in the military Also - someone asked me why I wasn't calling Bradley "Rooster", so I might address it here as well - it's because in this universe, he's not a pilot, so he didn't get that callsign yet :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist | List of tags | Part 4

- Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! - you almost fell over when you felt a contraction. At first, you thought that it was Braxton-Hicks, but they were getting stronger and stronger over the last hour... Or was it even more...?

You were home alone, so the situation was less than ideal, but you didn't want to worry Ice, just in case it was nothing, because you knew he was doing an interview today. You also didn't want to call for an ambulance, because you felt like it would be an overshoot, and you definitely couldn't drive alone.

Another contraction came and you had to hold a kitchen counter as hard as you possibly could if you didn't want to fall.

- SHIT. FUCK. - weirdly, swearing helped a little, but when the pain retreated for a moment, you quickly dialed Bradley, because you knew that he had a day off. Since the memorable dinner, you two became much closer, and you treated him now as if he was your younger brother. That's why you sighed with relief when he finally answered. - Where are you...? - you were out of breath and he immediately realized that something was wrong.

- I'm actually on my way to you, I'll be there in like two minutes.

- Oh thank gods... You'll have to take me to the hospital, so don't even bother coming in. I'll be waiting outside... - you've said. Bag. There was an emergency bag prepared just for this occasion and you took it with you.

- Is everything ok? - you only groaned in response, because another contraction came.

- I'm... I think the labor started. - you've said through gritted teeth.

- Oh shit, it's early! - he sounded a bit panicked. - I'm pulling in... - he said when you were locking the door behind you. - I'm here, I'm here! - he run out of the car and was near you in less than a second, taking the bag from you, and offering you his arm, so the walk to the car would be easier. - How do you feel? - you only shot daggers from your eyes at him in response. - Not talkative today, got it. - he helped you get into the front seat and pushed it as far back as he could, while you disconnected the call between you two, and immediately called 911. - What are you...? - another killer look from you shut him up really quickly.

- Hello, My name is y/n Kazansky and I'm in labor. I will be in a blue Ford Bronco riding to St. Barts from the south, most likely over the speed limit. I don't know the exact route, but I would really appreciate not being... FFFFFFUUUUCKKKKKKKK!!!!! - you screamed while Bradley started the car and pulled out of your driveway. - Sorry about that. Contraction. I know it's not conventional, but we would really appreciate not being stopped or chased. - you saw the surprise on your temporary driver's face when he immediately started speeding up.

- I don't have any patrols in the area, but I'll relay the message. Wait... There is a firetruck coming down from the highway, I can ask them to escort you to the hospital. - the lady on the other end of the call was extremely helpful already.

- Yes! Thank you very much! - you tried to breathe as calmly as possible and not push yet, considering that your water didn't break.

- I will also let St. Barts know that you'll be coming, so the team will be ready for you. How far apart are your contractions? - she was surprisingly calm, but that must have come with the job; after all you couldn't just lose your temper answering the emergency calls.

- You're an angel. They started maybe two hours ago and are now 4-5 minutes apart. - you sighed with relief, while Bradley swirled harshly to the left.

- Just here to help, ma'am. Can you tell me how dilated you are?

- I can't exactly see and I'm not gonna ask the driver to look under my dress now... I'd rather just get there as soon as possible. I see the firetruck! - you exclaimed happily.

- That's good, I just got the confirmation that they noticed you too, so it shouldn't be too long until you'll be with your doctors. - she remained calm till the end.

- Thank you so much, really. I'm gonna hang up now because I have to call my husband and tell him what's going on. Thank you again.

- Happy to help, ma'am. Good luck! - you laughed in response and finally ended the call when the firetruck in front of you turned it's sirens on.

- I didn't know you could do that with emergency numbers... - Bradley mumbled under his breath, still in panic mode. - But good thinking! - you could only grab something and scream because another contraction came and almost knocked you out. - I'm so glad I won't have to give birth... - he realized what he said as soon as the words left his mouth. - No, no, no, no! I didn't mean it like that! I'll shut up now! - if looks could kill, you'd be currently in a car accident, because Bradley would have died behind the wheel.

You finally collected yourself enough to dial your husband's number and put your phone on speaker. And there was signal after signal; he wasn't answering. So you tried again. And again. Until you arrived at the hospital. Bradley jumped out of the car and helped moved you to a wheelchair, while your oby-gyn was checking how dilated you were.

- Thank you, guys! - you shouted at the firemen, who helped you get to the hospital in record time. Some of them waved at you, and a few gave you thumbs-up. - Hi doctor Montgomery! - you said when her hands were finally away from your... nether regions.

- Hi, y/n... I guess we're doing this early. Is Tom coming in? - she gave you a soft smile and took the latex glove off, while a nurse started wheeling you into the building.

- Bradley, grab my bag when you'll park the car! I'm in good hands! - you shouted behind you. Everything was happening so quickly that you had trouble processing what exactly was happening. - Honestly, doc... I don't know. He's doing... WAIT! - the nurse stopped immediately, and your doctor looked at you confused as you dialed another number on your phone. Someone crazy and maniacal enough to actually do what you'll ask. In the meantime, you pointed at the television in the waiting room, where your husband was currently speaking about the latest navy investment, 16 new choppers.

- MAV! You have no idea how happy I am you answered. How far you're from Tommy? - you asked; the nurse wanted to start moving again, but you swatted at his hand.

- I'm right there, why?

- Give him your fucking phone. Now.

- Now? He's on live TV... - he said cautiously.

- I know, I can see that. Do you honestly think that I would have asked if it wasn't imfuckING SHIT.... - another contraction came, and you felt your water finally breaking. Doctor Montgomery dove under your dress once again.

- Y/n, we have to move to a birthing room, you're 6cm dilated! - her voice told you there was no room for a discussion, and yet you still tried.

- One sec, doc! I promise! I'll be good, just let me tell him I'm in labor. - you saw Maverick showing up on the TV, whispering something in Tom's ear, away from the camera, and passing him the phone. - Tom! You got to come to St. Barts now if you don't want to miss the birth of our daughter. - you could see his face dropping on TV.

- Are you...? - he stuttered a bit, but you couldn't even savor this moment of him not being fully composed.

- I'm fine, Bradley drove me, my water broke, I'm 6cm dilated, and it's happening. Like right now. Little Ms. Kazansky decided to follow her dad's mantra that being early is on time, and on time is late. So get your ass here as soon as possible. - you were speaking faster than you thought possible, and yet he didn't have trouble understanding you.

- I apologize, there is an emergency. - you heard on the phone, and his lips followed with a slight delay on TV. You saw him taking off the mic, grabbing Mav by the elbow, and running toward the newest investment. You managed to catch the last sight of them actually entering one of the choppers before the view changed to someone in the studio. - I'll be there. - he said. - And now be good to doctor Montgomery. - you only laughed in response. - I'm hanging up now, because we're getting up in the air. I love you. - you couldn't help but smile.

- I love you too! - and now officially you could focus only on your labor. - You saw that dr. Montgomery? - you grinned, and the nurse started moving your wheelchair toward a birthing room again.

- I did! And if I'm being completely honest, that was impressive. Although I can't help but wonder where he'll land. - you laughed through pain. - Ok, let's get you out of that dress and into a gown... - she helped you get up and undress, and was ready with a hospital gown. She also helped you onto the bed.

- He's a fucking COMPACFLT, he'll figure something out. - you laughed, when you were finally in the correct position, while the nurses were attaching all EKGs and other stuff to you. - Sorry for the swearing, it actually helps with pain... - you mumbled, and leaned on the raised part of the beb. - I guess it's already too late for the epidural. - you savored those couple of minutes without any contractions.

- Unfortunately, yes. - dr. Montgomery put a drop of gel on your stomach and put a USG wand to it. She went silent for a moment, but eventually, she smiled. - Ok, everything looks perfect. She's in a perfect position, the umbilical cord is visible and out of the way, her heart rate is normal, and you're officially 7.5cm dilated. It looks like it's gonna be a quick one. - she explained and moved the USG machine out of the way. - Are you ready to do this...? - you heard a commotion outside of the room and Bradley's panicked and angry voice came through the closed door.

- You better let him in, because he honestly might break the door. - you laughed, avoiding replying to her question because you didn't want to start without your husband.

One of the nurses opened the door and Bradley almost fell to the floor.

- Y/N! Are you ok, what's going on? - he was holding your hand in an instant, but he chose a poor moment because another contraction hit you, and you couldn't help but squeeze your hands around his forearm as hard as you could. He let out a quiet squeal, but nothing more.

- I'm in labor. Without my husband next to me. That's what's going on! - you've said through gritted teeth.

- Y/N, she's crowning, you have to start pushing soon... - dr. Montgomery was serious, and yet your stubbornness wanted to fight her so badly. That was until you heard a chopper nearing the hospital.

- That's Ice and Mav, go get them! - you slapped Bradley's shoulder, and he followed your orders without even thinking of stopping and asking from where exactly he should get them. But that wasn't your problem now, because there was another contraction, and you really felt the need to push, but you did everything in your power not to... Just a few more minutes...

- Y/N, I'm serious, if you won't start pushing soon, you'll be putting your daughter in danger... - you looked at her worryingly and you clenched your jaw.

- He's gonna be here any second now... - you wanted to cry because you had a plan. And it just shattered to pieces. But you still were holding desperately to the most important part of it, and you just couldn't let it go. Not yet.

- I know, sweetie, I know... But when the next contraction comes, I really need you to push as hard as you can, ok? I'll let you know when that will be, but please be ready, ok...? - her tone of voice was kind and soft, and you finally nodded. - Great. I'm here for you, and Tom will be here before she'll be out, I can promise you that. - you smiled a bit and dried your forehead with your wrist.

- Ok. - you exhaled when the door to your birthing room slammed open and you saw Tom, who was currently more than out of breath and red in the face. You didn't even see Mav and Bradley behind him, completely focused on your husband, who basically teleported to your side.

- Contraction is coming... Are you ready...? - dr. Montgomery asked and you nodded, pulling your husband's arm close to your chest and holding it tightly, almost like a teddy bear. - Hi Tom. - she welcomed your husband but shushed the other two men from the room. It was a miracle that when the next contraction came, you didn't crush Tom's arm.

- Good, good! You're doing amazing! - the doctor smiled while checking the situation. - I can actually see the top of her ears now! Tom, if you want to, you can get behind Y/n on the bed, like we practiced. - you sighed heavily, too tired and in too much pain for expressing complicated emotions.

- I love you... - you whispered when Ice was behind you, and you leaned into his strong body, which relaxed you almost immediately; muscle memory working faster than your brain could. - And I'm really glad that you made it.

- I love you too... And we'll talk about everything later because Bradley mentioned something about a firetruck. - he chuckled and you couldn't help but join.

- Another contraction guys, be ready... - dr. Montgomery said, and Tom wrapped his arms around you and intertwined your fingers together, so you would have something to hold onto.

This time you cried because it was just too much... Your scream full of pain echoed in the small room, and you felt your husband's lips on your neck, which surprisingly helped. You leaned more into him, actively pressing against him with your whole body and you could feel his muscles tensing. You knew he was whispering something to your ear, but you were in too much pain to actually process what he was saying.

- And we have the head! - you couldn't help but laugh through tears because you knew the worst part was still ahead of you. The good thing was, that everything was happening so fast, your brain didn't have time to properly catch up to was happening, because you were still in managing the crisis mode. - Another contraction coming! - why the hell they were so close together!? And why the hell you didn't realize earlier that you needed to go to the hospital? You'd be all nice and numb, but instead, you were digging your nails deep into your husband's skin.

You didn't know where one scream ended, and another began because everything started blending together. There was a moment when you felt something cold being pressed to your forehead, and another to your lips, but you weren't sure who or why did that. It did help a little though.

- Ok, sweetie, one last time, the shoulders are almost out! - the promise in dr. Montgomery’s voice brought you down for just enough to focus on that one last push, and after the massive amount of pressure, there was almost an instant relief, and you heard your baby girl cry, which instantly made you sob. You could also feel Ice shaking behind you. - Tom, do you want to get here and cut the cord? - you turned your head to look at him, and you could just tell that he didn't want to leave you alone even for a second.

- Doc...? I know we talked about it being 20-30 minutes, but I feel the need to push... Like NOW.

- Oh! Then push! Now! Is everyone ok with me cutting the cord? - both you and your husband nodded, and you started pushing again. This time it took less than a minute and your placenta landed in the intern's hands, while dr Montgomery was checking and measuring your daughter. - Damn, that was quick! I'm a little bit jealous, not gonna lie! - she came back and put your baby girl in your arms. - She's perfect, all fingers and toes present, she's 48cm tall and she weighs 3.1kg. Lungs are fully developed and everything else looks good. I would still like to run a few more tests later, just because she's here 2 weeks early, but in my professional opinion - she's gonna be perfect. - You were registering what she was saying, but your whole focus was on this beautiful baby girl in your arms. She wasn't crying anymore, just looking at you with beautiful silver eyes. You knew there was a chance that this color would change over the next couple of months, but they could also stay the same since they were almost a perfect copy of Tom's eyes.

- Hi... - you said softly, and gently touched her nose with your finger and she fussed a bit. - It's nice to finally see you face to face... - you whispered again, completely ignoring the nurses who were currently cleaning you up because it simply didn't matter.

- She's perfect... And you were amazing.... - Ice whispered directly into your ear, looking over your shoulder at your daughter. - She's so tiny... - he added and gently cupped her head

- Oh, she'll grow... - you couldn't help but laugh. Considering how tall Tom was compared to you, you were genuinely surprised that she wasn't bigger.

- Did you come up with a name...? - dr Montgomery asked while she was filling up your file, and you looked at your husband and smiled.

- Yes, yes we did... Astrea... - he said and hugged you just a bit tighter, and placed a small kiss on the top of your head.

- That's a very beautiful name... Now I know we talked about it in detail, but I'm just gonna repeat it one more time... Try to feed her in the next hour, and try to get as much sleep as possible. How is your pain? - dr. Montgomery asked while she finished your paperwork.

- It's... manageable, at least with all the endorphins... - you replied, still lost in your daughter's eyes.

- I'm going to prescribe you something for it, and the nurse should be here any moment to help you with everything. I'm gonna go now, but I will be checking on you. And if you'll need anything else, just ask the nurses to page me, all right? - she smiled at you and nodded. - Are you ok with visitors? - you nodded again, gently cleaning your baby's head and face with a towel. You knew it was best to wait with a bath for at least a day, but that didn't mean she would have to be covered with amniotic fluid for that time. She was so quiet and so well-behaved. She didn't cry, just moved her arms a little, and just looked at everything around the room with those beautiful silver eyes.

- Do you need anything, dove? - Tom asked from behind you, also completely enamored with this little creature in your arms. He just couldn't fathom how such a perfect little thing was his daughter.

- Just... Stay there, ok...? - you leaned into him more, and allowed your head to rest on his shoulder. You were sticky from sweat and tears, but none of you cared.

- I'm not going anywhere... - he laughed quietly, and you hummed feeling the familiar vibrations behind you, and they did wonders in making you feel safe. He gently moved your hair from your face, and you melted into his cold hand.

- Hey guyyysssss... - Bradley whispered, a bit afraid that if he said something louder, he might scare the baby.

- Hi... - you replied and beckoned both of them closer. - Meet Astrea... - you couldn't stop smiling when you put her head a bit higher, so they could see her better.

- Hi Astrea... - Bradshaw's voice was still barely a whisper - It's a pleasure to meet you...

- Actually... We have something to ask you, kid... - Ice said, while the younger man still couldn't take his eyes off your daughter. You talked about it in detail over the last month and agreed on that; you just didn't expect that would ask about it so quickly. - We would like you to be her godfather...

- Hmmm? - he hasn't processed the request yet, still completely focused on Astrea. It was fun to watch his face catching up to his thoughts. - Are you serious? - he finally looked at you, still convinced that it might have been a joke.

- We're serious. - you replied and gently squeezed his forearm. - We figured that Mav already will have his hands full with you, and considering what huge help you were during this last month, we know we can trust you, and that's what's most important. - you smiled at him and only now you noticed tears gathering in his eyes.

- Yes! Of course, I will be her godfather! - he finally raised his voice above a whisper, and Astrea immediately looked at him with her piercing eyes.

- Then it's settled... uncle Bradley... - only now you noticed that Mav also had trouble keeping his face straight.

Since that memorable dinner, you had a serious, almost 4h talk about this whole situation, and - if you were completely honest - you felt more like a therapist than a friend... And there were moments when he wasn't treating you seriously, because how could you understand such complicated circumstance. He wasn't entirely wrong... But fortunately in the end everything was dissected, and discussed, and you two made peace about your intervention.

- Whoa, a lot of people! Is mama ok with that? - the nurse came in and was instantly the focus of the room.

- More than ok, thank you. They're family. - you smiled at Mav, while he tried to discretely wipe the tears that gathered in his eyes. He hasn't said a word since he came in, and if you knew that seeing a baby would finally shut him up, you might have gotten one earlier.

- Ok then. - she replied with a giant smile on her face. - How do you feel about a shower, dear? - she asked, and you honestly couldn't think of a better proposition.

- I'd love that... Ice, do you want to take her...? - you asked, but you already knew the answer. Of course, he would. And he did without batting an eye, finally holding his daughter for the first time in his arms. The nurse helped you stand up and only now you realized how much everything hurt, and that there was fluid running down your legs. - Bradley, my bag? - you asked and he pointed at the armchair, where your purple bag was.

- Are ok to take the shower alone, or would you like some help...? - the nurse asked, and you were far past any shame.

- Help would be great, thank you, because there is no chance I'm gonna reach everything. Also, doctor Montgomery was supposed to prescribe me something for pain...? - you've mentioned because you were slowly coming down from that high of endorphins that pushed you through the whole labor.

- I know dear, everything is ready. But in my opinion, it would be better if we waited with the IV after showering. Will you be able to wait till then? - you nodded, while you were taking your towel, toiletries, and your personal gown from the bag. - Ok, dad... Off the birthing bed, we're going to wheel it out and bring the regular one, with everything fresh. - the nurse offered you her arm for stabilization while she was bossing everyone else around, and as if she willed it into existence, two younger nurses came into the room and started quickly cleaning all the mess from the labor.

Before you entered the bathroom, you took one last look at your husband, in full uniform, now standing up and holding your daughter who looked tiny in his arms; you could have sworn that she was much bigger half an hour ago... Ice looked at you with a huge smile on his face and mouthed a short, soundless "I love you".

#my writing #TW: labor #Top Gun Fanfiction #Tom Kazansky fic #Tom Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky x reader #Tom Iceman Kazansky fanfiction #iceman x reader #🖤#Pete Mitchell fanfiction #Bradley Bradshaw fanfiction

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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Ok I cannot stop seeing MAWS Slade as a fuckboy, can you please do something with him and a fem!reader I beg! I know I'm down bad but I don't care lmao.

Honestly never thought I'd get an ask like this but since you sent it in Anon and you seem kinda desperate (in a cute way) I'll give this to you.

Pairing: Slade Wilson x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, flirting, hook-ups, sex to destress, rough sex, possessive sex, sneaking out, post-mission sex

A/N: I think Slade was always a fuckboy, we just always saw him in his older days. I really wanna know where this version of him goes though.

Fuckboy!Slade who doesn't care what time of day or night it is, when he's horny he will find someone to fuck. He has you on the top of his list of sex friends because you never ask many questions about his missions, you don't need to know the details, all you need is to make sure he feels good when he visits you.

Fuckboy!Slade who never tells you when his next mission is because it's none of your business. You learned not to ask anyways. All that's important when he gets to your place is to fuck him as fast and as hard as possible because neither of you know when his next mission will be.

Fuckboy!Slade who doesn't bother with foreplay. Or rather there's no time for it. The moment he calls you you're already getting ready to receive his cock. Of course this goes both ways and you might get your mouth on his cock at some point during the encounter but it's never in the first round of sex.

Fuckboy!Slade who has a lot of photos of the two of you in his private phone. He loves when people give him attention but only on his own terms. The moment you try to take control away from him while you're fucking is the moment you see why he's one of the most dangerous men in the business. That too has it's advantages, secretly it is your way of taking control, you know exactly how he'll react.

Fuckboy!Slade who will brag about his sexual experience to you while you're bouncing on his cock. He loves to push your buttons and what better way then with a little competition? You need to show him why you're at the top his fucklist. You need to make him come harder then anyone else can.

Fuckboy!Slade who will embrace you, if only for a few minutes a night when you're done. He uses people for pleasure yes but he can be gentle too... when the sex was good that is. He never talks about this side of him and neither do you. In the grand scheme of things a few minutes of aftercare and making sure you're okay won't change much between the two of you.

Fuckboy!Slade who fucks you like he is the only one for you every single time. When he leaves he wants you to remember his cock well. Every time you put a toy or your fingers up your pussy he wants to be sure that it's his cock you're imagining fucking you. You have no idea if he's only like this with you or not but it is something that you've noticed about him,

Fuckboy!Slade who only speaks a few words to you when he's leaving. He tells you that it was fun, he tells you what he liked, he tells you that you were sexy, but he never mentions anything related to his actual feelings or yours. To let feelings into this would be the moment his entire persona falls apart and he cannot afford that right now, not with the kinds of things he does.

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sochawrites · 2 years

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Can you making a Corey Cunningham fic fem reader omg please I love him

Hi there Anon!

I don't write for Corey for a) I don't vibe with him and b) becouse of my personal opinion, but I'd like to keep that off of this side blog (although he is kinda cute in a way).

!BUT!, since you're the first person to request anything, and I still haven't posted rules for sending requests in, I will try and make something up for you :)

And if you're looking for someone who will write for Corey in general, I'd suggest @trashyslashers, @slash-me-please and @murdrdocs

(sorry for tagging)

Fight for me

Corey Cunningham x reader

You were still relatively new in Haddonfield, moving in long after the Halloween night massacre and the tragic babysitting that took place the year after, but you never bothered to look into what happened. Which resulted in weird side looks from other citizens whenever you expressed unfamiliarity with these topics. But you got used to them after a while.

That might have been the main reason you never bat an eye towards the judgmental faces people threw at you whenever you were seen with the young Cunningham boy.

"Yeah, yeah, Corey over there is free right now, he will have a look at it. Corey! Come here kid!", that was the first time you ever heard his name, the first time you saw his face. You couldn't help but fall hard for his dorky smile and puppy eyes, only magnified by his round glasses. Corey, himself was taken aback by how polite and sweet you were towards him, as most of the city outright hated him. You decided to push your luck and ask him on a date, to which he happily agreed. Who knew a broken car could take you to such treasure?

You made your relationship official a few weeks later. His mother obviously disapproved, believing you weren't good enough for her boy, but she decided to protest silently since you were probably the only woman in town who wanted to talk to and spent time with Corey.

"You seriously don't know anything about the incident?" he asked you once after you encountered a rather rude waitress on one of your dates. "I don't. By any means, if you want to tell me, go ahead, but I don't think it's so bad that the whole town has to treat you like that." "Aaa… It's a long story… and I think you're better off not knowing."

It was very early in the morning, you stayed up all night preparing for the upcoming Halloween and were ready to go to sleep when frantic knocking at the front door stopped you on your way upstairs. Now, Haddonfield might have not been known for being the safest city, but its only serial killer certainly didn't knock, so you weren't worried about opening the door.

But you did become quite worried when you opened the door.

"Holy shit! Corey! You look awful, what happened?" Your boyfriend was slumping against the doorframe, looking all beat up, jaw tightened in pain. "It was those kids again, they cornered me up…" say less, you were already dragging him inside your home. "Did they corner you up in the sewers? You smell like shit… Go sit in the kitchen, I'll bring you something to change into and-" you were already running off to fetch a few things when Corey caught your wrist "Y/N, I have to tell you something."

You smiled and reached your free hand to his face, caressing lightly over the bruised skin "You'll tell me once I patch you up, ok?". And with that, you were off upstairs, rummaging through your partially shared wardrobe for clothes you then quickly brought to him, before going to look for a first-aid kit.

Once you got back, Corey, who has already changed, was sitting at the table. You walked up to him and pushed aside his soft curly locks to better assess the damage done. His dark eyes were looking into your soul, you could tell there was something heavy on his mind. You noticed some bruises forming on his neck. "Did the kids have tried to choke you?" you asked while you soaked some cotton pads in disinfection, "No, that was an unrelated incident, but, listen…". Corey flinched a bit when the pad brushed against his scratched cheek, "I'm listening…", you threw him a soft smile.

"I killed someone."

He told you about the kid he was looking after three years ago, the accident that completely changed his life. Corey looked so broken, definitely fighting with himself about whether or not he should've told you. It was safe to say it knocked the wind out of your sails. "Now that you know, can you face the crowd? Can you be seen with me and still be proud?"

You let out a heavy sigh and put aside the cotton pad "Corey… God, I'm going to sound soo cheesy, but… let me quote something… I will fight for you if you will fight for me.". He smiled at that. "I love you Corey, and if people are picking fights with you, they're picking fights with me."

You leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Corey looked up at you, "Can you hold my hand?". You did so without any delay. He squeezed your hand in his own hold, lowering his gaze and concentrating on your intertwined fingers.

"…Sometimes I want this city to burn…" Corey murmured, mostly to himself, but you heard him. "We can always move away, leave the city behind if that's what you want" you went on caressing his cheek with your free hand, careful to avoid touching the scratches. He laughed a bit and shook his head "It's too late for that, I feel like the fire has already started…"

You tilted your head to make him explain what he meant, but he didn't elaborate. It didn't matter, you were going to find out soon enough.

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #reader insert #request #anon ask #inspired by Fight for me from Heathers #if you can't tell

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thenbecauseggoes · 9 months

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Right Here

A/N: Hi guys!! I'm so sorry that this is like hella short I just wanted to get it out!!!! Lmk if you wanna be tagged in a future fic and my requests are open for a bunch of characters (i'll prob make a masterlist of who i'll write for) also lmk if u want me to make an ao3! ok love u!

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, mention of hooking up, parties

genre: fluff :)

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You had never really been the type for love. Sure there were guys here and there who you were considered to be with but you never really enjoyed being tied down or the label of “girlfriend” that was just another label to make women belong to men. Something you’re not huge on. However, all women also have needs. Which is how you found yourself in this situation, at some douchebag’s house with hazy vision and a rolled up dollar bill in your hand. Now this isn’t your first time doing coke but with the man next to you. That was different.

You had been known not to really make friends but Hobie was sort of an exception. You met him after going to one of his gigs with your sister, he eyed you down the whole time and when you met up after the show you had clicked so well that you just decided to have him as a friend.

The night came to a close and you left the house, bidding goodbye to the group you were talking to as Hobie slung his arm around your drunken form. You stumble a bit walking out of the house and Hobie catches you. “Be careful there luv, wouldn’ want you gettin’ hurt now hm?” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I handled myself for long enough Hobie I think I can do it now” you say, trying to defend yourself. He just shrugs and you guys keep walking. To the naked eye people might think that you guys are a couple with his arm around your shoulder like that. So you shrug it off with a scoff and walk a few steps ahead of him.

“Gettin’ tired o’ me already luv?” he asks, taking a few long strides towards you, catching up quickly. Curse his long legs.

“No you just, look like my boyfriend when you walk with me like that” you say

“Anythin’ wrong w’that hm?” he leans up close to your ear and puts two of his hands on your shoulders, his tall frame towers over you. He takes a piece of your hair and twirls it in his fingers. It's so intimate that you almost forget you’re walking down a street. You shrug him off again and keep walking. “What’s it gonna take for you to love me?” you stop, realizing he stopped walking where you shrugged him off. You stop walking, your eyes widen, wondering if you heard him correctly. You turn around, hesitantly.

“What?” you ask, looking at him, feeling the most sober you had all night. Not even coke could cover this feeling.

“Why do you lead me on so much?” he asks, taking strides towards you. You back up slightly. His tall frame is more than slightly menacing, plus you’re scared of anyone on this street seeing you.

“Hobie please, wait for us to get back to our place” now that you think about it, you kind of have been leading him on. You have an apartment together but when you bought it was kind of a last resort. You had nowhere else to stay and he offered to pay for it as long as you guys stayed friends. You had been so lost in your train of thought that you hadn’t even heard Hobie calling your name.

“Ay!” he snaps in your face, looking you in the eyes “you hear what I said luv?” you shake your head. He grabs your shoulders and leans down. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. “Nevermind” he walks in front of you now. Leaving you to trail behind him

“Hobie!” you call out but his legs have already taken him far in front of you. you feel like shit. Were you really leading him on? You didn’t think so but maybe you were. If you’re being fair you’ve hooked up a few times but it was all initiated by him. I mean sure, you liked it but that was just because you were high or something. He was attractive but you didn’t care much for love. Was it possible to fall in love with someone when you have completely sworn off it? Your heartbeat quickens, you love Hobie. Maybe from the first day you met him. You had barely realized that you were now at your shared apartment. You walk inside and call out Hobie’s name.

“Since y’don’t think that you can lo’ me, i think i’m gonna see myself out” he says, packing some of his things in a duffle bag. You don’t have much stuff in here. “Sorry y/n, I really feel like I love you-” you cut him off with a kiss. This isn’t like your usual kiss, it's passionate and filled with love.

“No, I'm sorry Hobie” tears start to form in your eyes. “I never meant to lead you on, you know I have a hard time with love”

“So fall in lust w’me hm?” he questions as you smile and bury your head in his chest. Laying on his bed as he holds you close to him. You start to drift off to sleep and he caresses your hair. “Love you y/n” he whispers into your hair. Thinking you can’t hear it but you do and you let a small smile come to your face

#hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown smut #atsv hobie #spiderman #spider punk #Spotify

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The Man in the Chair

Pairing: Dhan Rana x Zeke Wallace Word Count: 1.2K Tags: Phobias, Disassociation, Trauma (All mild), Subtle Emotional Infidelity (if you squint?) Summary: Dhan likes talking to Zeke. And he hates that he likes it so much. But he'd never tell Zeke that. A/N: Just a slice of conversation between a grumpy vet and a ray of sunshine techie. You could read this as romantic or platonic tbh.

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"Okay, Dhan, you did it. You survived. It's fine."

He took a deep breath, leaning over the sink and staring into his own eyes in the streaky, fogged up mirror.

He knew the door was quadruple locked. He checked once, twice, three times both before and after he got out the shower. And though the silence in the apartment unnerved him, it was better than the alternative. Once he felt semi-safe enough to relax, he played some low meditation music that Margaret recommended for him.

Typically, Dhan had a specific way of doing things: Lay clothes out, iron them, shower, hair maintenance, put on clothes, make the bed, head out. Muscle memory made his routine second nature. In his husband's absence, however, everything just felt...off. Like everything in his apartment had been moved two inches to the left when he wasn't looking, and he'd forgotten how to function.

He'd been trying to spend as little time in the confines of his shared home as possible.

As if summoned telepathically, his music was interrupted by an incoming FaceTime call from The Man in the Chair. He involuntarily felt the corner of his mouth twitch and he mentally kicked himself, schooling his features before accepting the call.

"What's going on?" Dhan said after clearing his throat, "Any updates on the text transcripts?"

Zeke quirked a brow at him, "I mean yeah, but why do you look so...wet?"

Dhan glanced at the smaller version of himself on the screen in confusion. His dark, damp hair flopped over his brows and droplets of water rolled down his face, staining his shirt. The one time chose to wear something other than black.

He did, in fact, look like he'd just survived a drowning attempt. Dhan sighed in deep exhaustion at the prospect of putting in effort to dry his hair, after already using so much energy to just get up and get dressed.

"I just showered, sorry for...this," he motioned to himself tiredly, "I'll get around to it. Eventually."

Zeke let out a good natured chuckle, rapidly typing something on his desktop keyboard as he spoke, "Hey, I'm not judging you! I just figured you were going for a new look. I think we all had an emo phase once, right? Who's to say you can't have another one at like...what? Thirty--?"

"--Ok, I get it, I look like shit." Dhan couldn't help the snort that escaped from him at Zeke's ribbing, "We can't always look neat and polished like you, rich boy."

Zeke's eyes flickered to Dhan's face on the screen for a moment and he laughed, "I was born with the natural ability to look good. Money has nothing to do with it, bro."

...Bro?

Dhan felt something in his brain twitch. Like the disappointment a child might feel when a parent denies them their favorite candy. He brushed it off. Or maybe he filed it away for later. He couldn't really be honest with himself about whether it was worth exploring further.

"The transcripts?" Dhan continued, rolling his eyes semi-jokingly, "What's going on with them?"

Zeke said nothing, but Dhan heard the telltale *ding* of a new message on his phone.

"I've just dropped the file into the shared drive, and I sent you the keycode for it." Zeke finally stopped typing to face the screen directly, "It's about 238 pages of text, but I've highlighted the important parts between July 3rd and September 22nd. Hopefully that makes it a little easier to skim."

"Thanks, buddy."

Buddy? The word felt like battery acid in his mouth.

"Buddy?" Zeke grinned, "Now I know you're feeling a bit off, today." When his gaze suddenly softened in sympathy, Dhan had to look away to feign interest in towel drying his hair. The younger man's kindness was disarming sometimes. Most times. It took a while for Dhan to get comfortable with it.

He didn't understand what Zeke got out of this other than an occasional gaming partner and someone to bounce bad jokes off of. Sometimes Zeke looked at Dhan with so much genuine care that it made him want to scream.

Stop looking at me like that! Stop fucking pitying me! I'm not a pitiful person. I've been at this for longer than you. Stop making me want to spill my guts.

Stop looking at me like I mean something to you.

"I still feel weird. Like, uh...Like my brain and my body are on different hemispheres, you know?" He confessed, intentionally avoiding eye contact.

Zeke hummed, "I've been there. Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to lasso my brain back into its rightful place, and it just won't budge. Other times I feel like I'm scattered everywhere like little particles of dust while my body stays stuck in this chair. I almost wish that were true. Maybe then this space wouldn't feel so suffocating sometimes."

There was an amicable silence between the two men as Dhan absentmindedly dried his hair.

Finally, he broke the silence and started to ask, "Have you, you know, tried going outside again since the--"

"No." Zeke flatly responded, instinctively pressing his hand to the scar on his forehead, "It's just...I'm not ready yet."

It was understandable. If Dhan's first time facing his fears in ages resulted in an injury that required a concussion check up, he'd be hesitant to try it again, too. Draping the towel over his shoulders, Dhan rubbed the back of his neck.

"It was impressive taking the chance even though you were afraid, by the way. I don't know if I ever, like, said that. To you. About that."

Zeke offered a weak smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. It didn't look right on him. Dhan awkwardly rushed to add, "And, hey, you're gonna have to check out my gaming setup sometime. You can only do that if you visit. You can't get jealous when you see it, though."

He grinned at Dhan. A wide, toothy grin that made his stomach swoop, “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that. But, seriously, don’t get too cocky. You’ve already seen mine and I’m still adding to it.”

At this, Dhan couldn’t help but smile back at his enthusiasm, even if it wasn’t as big and bright as Zeke’s. Though, could anyone’s smile match his? He allowed his mind to wander for a moment, indulging in the idea that he could never find another person who smiles at him like he does. It was nice to forget the complications of his existence for a while.

“I’m gonna, um, work on these…these files,” Dhan said, coming back into focus to find Zeke working on something off screen. “Thanks for sending them over.”

Zeke offered a casual salute in response, “Anytime, Rana. Call me if you need anything!”

He knew that, to Zeke, that last sentence meant multiple things. And Dhan had to wonder if he knew the effect he had on people.

Did he have this effect on people? Or did he just have this effect on him?

Dhan leaned against the sink again as the call ended and took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. He ran his fingers through his damp hair.

Suddenly—for reasons that were completely unrelated to the previous conversation—he found the motivation to get himself together for the day.

#dhan rana #zeke wallace #dhan x zeke #zeke x dhan #dhanzeke #found nbc #Naja writes #sometimes Dhan looks at Zeke in a certain way and I'm like wwwwwwhaaaatcha doin bud?#that's illegal you can't do that buddy

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jiselleeeeeeeeeee · 2 years

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Life with Noctyx ♡ reader with Alexithymia

Author's notes: The actual writing is finally done ♡ as requested by @kaizen21 ♡

General tags: Male reader with Alexithymia w/Noctyx, actually some parts of it could be a gn/reader, lots of fluff! A little angst here and there but minor

Sonny Brisko ♡

I believe that Sonny would notice the mild symptoms of Alexithymia, the most obvious being being more sensitive to sudden movement, sounds and physical touches

He would actually spend time researching on it and learn how to communicate properly

I think Sonny would be really understanding. “It's ok if you don't know what and how you're feeling. Take your time, I'll always be with you.”

“Ah good morning y/n! How are you-” Sonny paused. “...right, sorry about that, were you frightened?” Sonny caught a glimpse of his sleeping boyfriend, and sighed in relief. “Sleep well my love�� He whispered softly, and gently closed the door behind him.

“Sonny...there's something I want to ask you” You had this question ever since you and Sonny started dating, was he actually troubled by the fact that you had such a condition? “Hmmm y/n, were you about to ask me if I feel troubled by your condition?” Sonny knew that you would ask, and he already has the answer. “Y/n, we talked about this...” You don't know why, but the way he sounded...“I know it's not the first time, and I'm sorry if you find it troublesome, but I don't have a choice! I wasn't willing to find myself in this condition!” You didn't know what happened to you at that point in time, you couldn't think, what were you feeling? You don't know, there wasn't a word for it. You had enough and ran back to your room.

Minutes later, you heard a knock. “Y/n? I didn't mean to sound bad just now, can you please open the door and we can talk about it?” Sonny knocked again, wondering if you would open the door for him. “...come in, Sonny.” You needed to get things sorted out. “Y/n...what I was trying to say was, no matter how many times you ask me, my answer would still be the same. Y/n, I dated you because I love you for who you are, nothing will change. I'll always be proud of my dearest boyfriend, and that is you, y/n.” For some reason, you didn't know how to describe it, but it felt like time stopped for the both of you, and you just wanted to be in his embrace forever. “Y/n, my only y/n, take your time. Don't worry, I'll always be here for you, always.”

Alban Knox ♡

Alban would be a little confused at first, but will soon understand it

As loud as he is sometimes, he would try to soften around you to make sure that he doesn't startle you

“Whoever that stole your emotions, I'll be sure to steal it back! So don't be afraid, Y/n!”

“Y/NNNNNNNNN!” Alban was really excited to finally see you, having to not see each other in a long distance relationship was really hard for him! He really wanted to give you a big bear hug! What he didn't expect, though, was for his boyfriend he missed seeing so much flinch at his hug. “eH y/n did I scare you? gomen gomen heheh” “Alban~, so nice to see you again. But next time, try to refrain from surprising me like this, ok?” Alban stayed silent. “If that's what you want, I'll respect it, y/n!” Alban gave you his brightest smile.

The next few days, both of you had a lot of fun. However, Alban was still confused. Didn't google mention that there should always be surprises among lovers? Why is it not working? “...Alban? Are you ok?” You asked, he has been awfully silent today. “Ahhhh y/n, don't mind me asking but, do you...dislike surprises? Does it scare you? Do you...perhaps, expected better of me?” You were overwhelmed by the questions thrown at you.“Alban...I'll tell you when we get home, alright?” He was concerned, you could tell, and telling him about your condition was something that needed to be done sooner or later.

“Alban...I can only put it this way. You see, I have a condition, known as Alexithymia.” You spoke the truth. “Alex....ith...whA” Alban, however, needed a simpler explaination. “Well...you see, it's a condition where...I'm unable to recognise my emotions, and I tend to be more sensitive, you know” You looked at Alban, his gaze felt like it was piercing through you, but you didn't have a word to describe how you were feeling. Suddenly, you felt his arms wrapped around you, “Damn that Alex guy, it's ok y/n. I'll make sure to steal your emotions back! So don't be afraid, my y/n!” “Albannn, it doesn't work that way. But...thank you, Alban, for accepting me” You rested your arms around his waist. “I love you so much~Y/n.”

Fulgur Ovid ♡

I think Fulgur might not notice immediately, and sometimes MAY joke about it, a little

But once he finds out, I swear on my relationship status that he will be begging for you to forgive him, and he would definitely try his very best to make it up to you

“I'm sorry my little cyborg, but from now, you'll be safe with me”

“Remember our first date? you were afraid of physical touches, and whenever I asked you how you're feeling, you'll always respond with i doN'T kNow baBE” There he goes again, with his piping teapot laughter. It wasn't your first time listening to your boyfriend joking about your first date, and your condition that he doesn't know about. You just simply didn't know how to react to it, so you'll just brush it off everytime.

“Oi fu chan, I think that wasn't very nice of you” Alban loves his shits and giggles, but he knows when to be serious about certain things too. “Nahhh he doesn't mind, right babe?” He looked over to you. Normally, you would just force out a grin and agree with him, this time, however, you didn't give me a response as you weren't really attentively listening to the entire conversation. “Babe? Babe!” He called out, snapping you out of your own world. “wha, you scared me fu chan!” You were just thinking about your own things. “Oh yeah? How did you feel getting jumpscared by me babe?” He had a smirk, as if he knows exactly what he's doing. “I...I don't know...” “Scared? Worried? what is it?” “I really...don't know...” Were you truly scared? Were you worried about something? Were you upset about how his jokes offended you? You don't know. “Look...I'm tired, I'll go to bed.” You had enough overthinking about those, and went straight to bed. “Fu chan! I think she's actually upset with you this time.” Alban convinced Fu chan to end the discord call and comfort you.

“Babe? Are you awake?” He peeps over, finding you wide awake. “Listen, babe...I joked about you, and I didn't realise how bad things were. Will you...forgive me?” “Fu chan...I think I should be honest with you.” You sat up slowly. “Fu chan...don't laugh at me, ok? Well...I have this condition, Alexithymia, which...I am unable to recognise my emotions” You were expecting a huge laugh from him. But instead, he kneeled down to meet your eyes, held your hands and whispered “I'm so sorry y/n...I shouldn't have...I am unforgivable, right... ” “Fu chan...it was my fault that I didn't tell you sooner, and I have no rights to not forgive you” Fu chan looked at you, deeply, and cupped your face with his hands, “I'm so sorry my little cyborg, but from now onwards, you'll be safe...with me”

Uki Violeta ♡

Uki can definitely sense the symptoms that you are experiencing

I actually think that Uki might be the best person as I think that he's also the kind of person to not force upon you to speak the truth, although he probably already knows

“Shhhh, it's ok love, I'm here”

“Alexithymia...hmmm” Uki started to notice even the mildest symptoms that you're facing, although he doesn't ask, he has done a lot of research about it, leading him to the final conclusion. “Baby? what are you doing?” You got some water to help Uki sober up after his drinking stream, but can't help but notice him closing a search tab in a hurry. “Uki...?” “Ah baby, thank you for the water~ I'll end this stream really soon so that we can cuddle~” Uki was just too adorable for you to resist. “Alright~ I'll go take a shower first then Uki” Uki hummed delightfully and urged you to take a bath right now.

You were a little suspicious, normally, Uki would just acknowledge your presence and continue with his streams, but today...It went against your wills, but you decided to take a look at what exactly Uki was doing. “Symptoms...that's not it....no...” You couldn't see the screen, but you could hear Uki muttering about symptoms. “Maybe he's just looking at the symptoms of common cold, he's been sneezing a lot lately. What was I thinking.” You simply shrugged it off and quietly closed the door.

“Why didn't he tell me earlier...that stupid....” Uki can already confirm about his suspicion. However, instead of confronting you, he just sat by the bed edge, waiting for you to finish showering. “Oh you're done streaming Uki? Come over then!” You signalled him to snuggle up with you. After a long moment of silence, Uki stated, “Y/n...it must have been difficult for you.” “...huh...?” you didn't know what he was referring to, but at the same time, you made an assumption. “Uki...about my condition...” He interrupted, “You don't have to tell me Y/n, if you don't want to. I'm sure you had your reasons” “But Uki, aren't you mad...” He turned around and gave you a warm, tight hug. “Shhhhh, it's ok love, I'm here. I'm always here.”

Yugo Asuma ♡

As a DJ, I think Yugo would spend a lot of time with music, and sometimes he might get too engrossed that he doesn't realise how uncomfortable it can be for you

Yugo would try to refrain himself from touching this music at home and do it mostly at his workplace

Please comfort this baby he would be so scared to accidentally do something that agitates you.

“If I had to give up music for you, I would do it, again and again”

You couldn't sleep. Yugo had to work on a piece of music at home and everytime you doze off, something loud coming from his room will wake you up,again. You weren't angry, or whatever they call it, but you certainly had enough of frights. “Yugo Asuma! What are you actually doing?” “Eh? Y/n? I'm so sorry, but I really have to complete this by today!” For some reason, something felt like it was boiling in your body, and you couldn't help but lease out “YUGO ASUMA! ENOUGH!” “Eh?! Y/N!” You ran out of the room, dragging your body to the living room sofa. You didn't know what happened, but for some reason, you just wanted to cry so badly. “Why am I like this...” You thought to yourself. You went off at your boyfriend, now what?

“Y/n...?” Yugo approached you slowly, and settled beside you. “Y/n...please don't cry...you know how much it hurts me...” Yugo was extremely worried, he couldn't care for anything else. “Yugo...I'm sorry...” You had a massive breakdown, and flung yourself into Yugo's arms. “Y/n...it's ok...it's not your fault. You didn't choose this, it's ok. You're my dearest boyfriend, and if...if I had to give up on music for you, I would. No matter what, I would, again, and again.” Yugo held you tightly. “Yugo....” “I love you, Y/n.”

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