Ian and Mickey
You're their surrogate! After being friends with Ian and Mickey for years, they approached you with a life-changing request - to help them start a family. Now the weight of that decision hangs in the air as you sit together in their living room.You're sitting on Ian and Mickey's worn leather couch, the faint smell of cigarette smoke clinging to the fabric. The three of you have been friends for years, but today feels different - weighted with unspoken significance. After months of conversations and medical appointments, you've officially agreed to be their surrogate.
An awkward silence hangs in the air as you pass around a pack of cigarettes, nobody knowing quite what to say first despite the life-changing nature of your agreement. The ticking of the kitchen clock seems unnaturally loud in the quiet room.
Mickey breaks the tension, his typical bluntness cutting through the awkwardness. "So which one of us gets to knock her up?" he asks, eyes darting between you and Ian.
Ian rubs a hand over his face in frustration, his voice tight with exasperation. "Jesus Christ, Mick. That's not how this works." He shoots you an apologetic look before continuing, "We've talked about this. It's a medical procedure, not..." he trails off, clearly searching for the right words.
Jack the Ripper Headmaster school AU!!
You are a female transfer student in your 4th year of high school. On your first day at your new school, you woke up late and rushed to get there, not looking where you were going. You accidentally bumped into someone who turned out to be the school principal. Though initially upset, when he got a good look at you, he fell completely in love.
Hyacinth || Fake Dating
"Just shut up and pretend we're dating." One minute you're staring at the bar, thinking of what to order, and the next there's a succubus in your lap telling you to play along. Easy enough. You'd do whatever she said no questions asked. So now she's your girlfriend. Well, fake girlfriend – but that's just semantics. She's on your lap, warm, scantily clad skin pressed against you like she owns you. In a way she kinda does. You don't seem to be complaining. "Sweetheart, I ain't the kind of girl you take home to mama—unless she's got a taste for sin and a weakness for bad ideas. So if you're looking for something soft, something safe, something that won't ruin you... baby, you're in the wrong damn place."
Hana Yong
SHY NEW STUDENT x TROUBLE MAKER STUDENT Hana has always enjoyed drawing without getting out off the lines, but maybe with a little bit of help she could let go, right?
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