#I’ve also been writing him with a little bit of an attitude lately? and I’m kind of digging it. go king. talk your shit.

[nocentis]

“Jellal, are you done moping about your tragic past for the day. You are over the limit of your allotted time for moping.”

“Moping? Hardly. I was simply reflecting.”

“How can I appreciate life as is and that yet lived without respect to the past?”

[sansaorgana]

— NEW MEMORIES

PAIRING — Erik Lehnsherr x fem!Mutant!Reader

SUMMARY — You're excited to celebrate holidays for the first time in a long time and you prepare the school for Christmas and Hanukkah but your husband's attitude differs, which leads to an argument. You accidentally reveal too soon that you're expecting, which ruins a surprise.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — As usual, Reader’s mutation is NOT specified. I checked online Hanukkah's date for 1973 and I hope it showed me right that it started December 19th, which means it would overlap with Christmas. I also tried not to specify if Reader would celebrate only Hanukkah with Erik or Christmas, too, so I hope it's not very exclusive, because I imagine that even if she is not a Christian or Jewish, she would still want to celebrate Hanukkah because of her husband. In this fic, Erik and Reader are both teachers at Xavier's School, probably after Days of Future Past happened but with less shitty ending for Erik 😂 I also wanted to write a part when the baby is born but I decided the time difference between the scenes would be too big so I'll just write another fic 😁

WARNINGS — mentions of parents' death (Reader's backstory is similar to Jean Grey's)

WORD COUNT — 2,220

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

NEW MEMORIES

December has never been your favourite time of the year. Most of the time it was a reminder that you weren’t normal, that your life wasn’t usual and that whatever all these people in Christmas commercials had was out of your reach.

But in 1973, for the first time in your life, you were actually excited. And since Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was open again, you had plenty of people to share your excitement with. Lots of students volunteered to help you with decorating the place for the upcoming Christmas and Hanukkah celebrations. That year was one of those when the two of them overlapped.

After all your classes on Friday, you worked on yet another room of the house with the help of a few students. When you finished it was almost ten pm so you told them goodnight and went straight to your bedroom. Erik was already there, reading a history book and making notes.

“What is it about?” you asked him with a smile as you began to take off your clothes. You were so tired that you decided to take a shower in the morning and now just change into pajamas.

“Napoleonic wars,” your husband answered without looking up. “I have a feeling he might have been one of us.”

“Aren’t we, like, a product of this century?” you asked and put a nightgown on. “Come on, it’s late, let’s go to sleep,” you stood behind him and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“I’ve only just begun,” he explained. “I need these notes for Monday.”

When you managed to convince Erik to join you at school and teach history, he was unsure about it but he promised to give it a try. Just like you promised you would leave with him to live in peace somewhere else if he wouldn’t like the life at Charles’ school. But one semester later he was already very engaged in his work. Students respected him although you could see that they were also a bit scared of him, which was understandable.

“You’ve just begun?” you laughed a little.

“I was playing chess with Charles earlier,” Erik answered with a nod and hummed after underlining a line in the book.

“Is this why you’re so tense?” you asked as you slightly squeezed his stiff shoulders. “Did you lose?”

“I’m not tense,” he tried to shake you off.

“Talk to me, Erik. It’s not gonna work if you refuse to talk to me,” you reminded him sternly and he sighed before putting the pencil down and closing the book. “We need to be open about what is bothering us, you promised me we’d make it work this time,” you added.

“Yes, I know. But I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” Erik turned his head around to look at your face. You took a step back and furrowed your brows.

“What do you mean, Erik?” you asked.

He hesitated before saying anything and a million of possible scenarios started to come up to your mind.

“You don’t like it here?” You inquired. “You want us to move out?”

“No, it’s not about that… But…” Erik swallowed thickly and took a deep breath in. “I don’t like what you’re currently doing. I’m sorry. I don’t want to take your happiness out of it.”

“What am I currently doing?” you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Christmas and Hanukkah preparations,” he explained and you blinked a few times as your brain needed to process that information.

“Wait, what?!” you raised your voice a little. You didn’t want to scold him for expressing his feelings but you just couldn’t understand his reaction. “We’re going to celebrate for the first time in such a long time, and what’s more important, we’re not gonna be alone in this. We have our friends and students here. For the first time December is a positive time of the year to me… to us,” you tried to explain your point of view nervously. Erik was only looking at you and blinking slowly, patiently waiting for you to finish. “But I don’t do it for myself. I mostly am doing it for you, Erik. I wanted you to be happy, too. I wanted you to enjoy something that had been taken away from you a long time ago.”

“It reminds me of Hanukkahs with my parents,” he finally spoke up and you pursed your lips for a moment before opening your mouth again.

“So you don’t want to ever celebrate again?” you asked to be sure.

“No, I don’t think so,” he shook his head.

“Why can’t you let yourself be happy, why are you torturing yourself further? I don’t get it, I’m sorry,” you tried not to be irritated but you felt utterly disappointed. You sat on the edge of your bed and hid your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a killjoy.”

“Too late,” you murmured, fighting your tears back.

“I know that most of the students will be celebrating. I think I’ll just leave for a week somewhere. I have already discussed it with Charles and he said there are a few things I can do for him at that time,” Erik’s voice sounded casual like he was discussing business for you.

“You want to leave us during Christmas time?” you moved the hands off of your face and looked up at him angrily.

“(Y/N), please, I don’t want to fight about it…” Erik sighed. “Why can’t you just understand that I don’t want to…” he clenched his jaw and looked away. “I don’t want to create new memories like this because it would remove the ones I already have… with my mother.”

“And you think she wouldn’t want you to celebrate holidays with your new family? You don’t think she’d want you to be happy?” you stood up and looked down at him. You felt like a bitch but his explanation made you even angrier.

“I don’t know what she’d want because she’s dead!” He stood up and raised his voice.

“So, I won’t be able to celebrate ever?! Because you don’t want to create new memories?” you put your hands on your hips.

“I’m not forbidding you to celebrate.”

“I don’t want to celebrate without you, don’t you understand?!” you yelled and rolled your eyes. “And when our child is born, you won’t celebrate Hanukkah with them either?” you asked and then you closed your mouth quickly. Your anger made you reveal a few things too early.

“What child?” you could see Erik’s face becoming pale within a second. “(Y/N)?”

“It was supposed to be a Christmas surprise… But since you won’t even be here, I guess I can tell you now,” you shrugged your arms. “I’m pregnant,” you announced and turned around to avoid looking at his face. You were scared of his reaction.

You didn’t know how long it took him to finally do something. Was it a very long minute or was it ten minutes of a heavy silence between you two…?

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he finally whispered. Apologizing wasn’t his strong trait. You sensed him standing behind you and putting his hand on your shoulder shyly. You didn’t push him away but you didn’t lean back towards him as usual either. “For how long do you know?”

“Two weeks. It’s the second month,” you answered, your eyes focused on the wall in front of you as you tried to fight the tears back. “Are you even happy?” you dared to ask and your lower lip trembled because asking it out loud made your heart break.

You were trying to give him a normal life, to give him family and happiness, joy around Christmas time and all that. But he seemed to prefer to dwell on his past. You didn’t expect him to forget about his mother or about the pain, of course not. Your past wasn’t exactly pleasant either. But you wanted to be happy despite that, you wanted to have a family, you wanted a new start in life, another chance.

“Of course I am,” Erik answered and gently turned your body around so you would face him. However, you tried to avoid his eyes. “But I’m terrified,” he confessed.

“And you think I am not?” you looked up eventually as a few tears rolled down your cheeks. “I’m a monster, Erik. You think I’m not scared of hurting them by accident?” you asked.

When you were about twelve years old, you caused your parents’ death after having an argument with them. Your powers were out of control and you were locked in a mental institution for underage girls by people who didn’t understand that you weren’t crazy nor really dangerous. That was where you met the person who made you realize who you were and who was the only person there who wouldn’t treat you like a monster; although that was the word you could easily call him with. His name was Sebastian Shaw – but he introduced himself as Doctor John Smith. He was experimenting on you for a few years and although it had been a traumatic experience, you learnt how to control your mutation thanks to him. That was also how you met Erik – he found you not so long after you turned eighteen years old and left the institution. You started to work as a waitress and he was hunting for the man who had used your pain and suffering to perform experiments on you to deepen his knowledge about the various mutations. You decided to join Erik because your life didn’t seem to have any purpose anyway.

“You’re not a monster,” he sighed and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you. With one of his hands he held the back of your head and caressed your hair. “You were just a child and now you’re older, you can control your powers. You’re extraordinary,” he whispered the words of comfort and kissed your forehead. “I’m not scared about you hurting our baby, I would never. I trust you with my life,” he assured you and it was comforting to hear that.

“Creating new memories doesn’t wipe out the old ones,” you cried out and pressed your face deeper into his chest. “Believe me, I wish it worked this way. I wish I could forget. I begged Charles to make me forget but he refused to do it to me,” you confessed and Erik raised your chin to make you look at him again. He hadn’t known about that before.

“You haven’t told me that,” his face was full of pain and worry.

“It was when you were in jail. I begged Charles to remove all the pain, the memory of my parents, the memory of Shaw… Even you. I begged him to even remove you from my head. But he told me I wouldn’t be myself any longer. He was right and I hate that. I hate that what I am is made of pain and suffering,” you sniffled. “That’s why I want to make good memories so badly, do you understand? I want to celebrate with you like we never have before. I want to laugh and feel safe. Like I belong somewhere, surrounded with friends and students, with my husband by my side and my baby growing inside of me. Do you understand my point of view now, Erik?” you bit on your trembling lip.

“Yes, my liebling, I do,” he nodded and leaned in to kiss your forehead and then the tip of your nose, which made you giggle through the tears, until eventually he pecked your lips.

“But I don’t want to force you either,” you sighed. Now, when all your emotions were finally out and you calmed yourself down, you decided there was no point in pushing him into something that would make him feel uncomfortable. “If you don’t want to celebrate, it’s alright. We both have our right to deal with whatever that has happened to us in our own ways. I’ll still have fun with all the rest, don’t worry about me,” you assured him.

“No, you were right. About me choosing to torture myself instead of allowing myself to enjoy my life,” Erik caressed your cheek and you cracked a smile. “And I can’t miss my child’s first Hanukkah either.”

“I want them to have a happy childhood,” you told him. “Like we never had.”

“I know. I do, too,” Erik placed his hand on your belly and caressed it gently, like it was made of glass. “I will protect them from everything, I promise. No human will hurt our baby.”

You smiled at him and cupped his face before leaning in to give him a proper kiss this time.

But you didn’t tell him that what you feared more than humans hurting your child was actually the child turning out to be perfectly normal. You were afraid that a man so prejudiced towards humans as your husband wouldn’t love his child fully if they weren’t a mutant. You couldn’t tell him that, though. You didn’t want to fight with him anymore that night. Instead, you just kissed him. After all, you’d still have a few years before you’d find out if the baby was a mutant or not.

MASTERLIST

[jumpingjoltiks]

Um hiii!! Could I request an x reader for ingo and emmet (seperately) with a reader who is autistic but like. REALLY masks? Like a level of masking where the boys don't even know that they're autistic at first, and they're VERY different when they aren't out in public/don't feel the need to mask. I love ur writing btw >_<!!!

AAAA Thank you smmm! I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed my work! <3 <3 <3

I’ve already written a little bit about the twins being autistic already, so I’m happy to get to finally write some x reader stuff to go with it!

Biiiiig mood. I've spent most of my life masking, so I think a lot of this will probably come from my own experiences. I ended up making this a few different sections instead of just one, all coming out of different ideas I had. :)

The twins with someone who is also autistic, but masks heavily

Ingo Gets It. He understands the fear and the pressure to fit in. Emmet doesn’t, but he tries his best to respect your decision (though, secretly, he wishes you’d be more yourself. Both boys love when you’re being the most authentic version of you, but Emmet really wants to see it all the time).

Being actually comfortable around them takes a while (as it would with anyone) – its hard work to decondition yourself like that, to convince yourself you’re really, genuinely safe being yourself – but the twins’ (especially Emmet’s) refusal to mask is enormously helpful in this regard. Their unabashed devotion to being exactly who they are is inspiring.

Emmet devotedly listens to your infodumping, especially if it’s something he’s also interested in. Ingo is thrilled to find someone else who will listen to him too. Late in the evening, when Ingo is cooking and you’re all three in the kitchen together, you all talk like no one has ever looked at you strangely before – open and honest and genuinely excited just to share knowledge and enjoy this moment together.

There’s a certain amount of bluntness between you three, but none of you really mind. If hurtful words are ever said, you can be sure that they weren’t really meant to be cruel. You can always talk things out. Emmet, in particular, has trouble with his straightforward attitude, and sometimes says things that come out wrong – do you as well? He knows how hard it can be to find the right way to say things.

And if you don’t feel like spending time together right now, the twins understand that too. There have been plenty of days when one or the other will come home and lock themselves in their room for a while, just to cool down. If you should come home from your job or a grocery run and need some time, they’ll handle the rest.

Decompression

Would it surprise you to know that it’s Emmet who catches on first? There’s a good reason for that! He’s had a lifetime of keeping an eye on his brother, who also used to heavily mask.

Your own tells are different then Ingo’s, to be sure, but they’re there regardless.

After a tough day, you’re taking the subway home. He notices that your posture and gait are different & your expression is stiffer. You’re clinging to your sense of self-control.

He’s got things he needs to attend to, but you’re a dear friend… your wellbeing comes first, he decides. Emmet doesn’t hesitate to fall into step next to you as you traverse through the station.

“Good afternoon! Are you doing alright?”

You know he’s not one for small talk… so what is he doing? The flash of a puzzled look crosses your face before you smile up at him. It’s humiliating, but you can’t seem to summon up words right now. This will have to do.

Emmet knows smiles. Yours is tight and strained, not at all like your usual smile. And you haven’t answered. He doesn’t like this at all. All signs are pointing to a systems crash.

“Your engine is overheated. I can tell. Do you need a place to step aside for maintenance? My office isn’t far.”

You stare at him blankly, trying to parse exactly what kind of metaphor he’s making.

But you’re too overstimulated and tired to put too much thought into it. Eventually, you sigh and nod. He leads you through the crowd with swinging arms and legs, and people part before him.

The office is an open space that is fastidiously tidy. A sofa is tucked against one wall, opposite is a set of shelves with all kinds of books and files neatly arranged. A pair of matching desks are stationed toward the back of the room. You’ve never been in here, but somehow you instinctively know that this is a safe place for you.

“I have a mini fridge. You are welcome to any of the snacks and cold waters I have. There are also noise cancelling headphones if you want. I know that Gear Station can be verrrrry noisy when overstimulated.”

You think that’s the longest stretch of words you’ve ever heard Emmet say, and you can only stare up at him wordlessly in response. You didn’t realize he had you figured out. Shame threatens to creep in, but then he smiles as he holds out a bottle of ice water to you. He smiles like he knows. There isn’t a single trace of pity or belittlement in it, only understanding.

You take the bottle of water with a small, genuine smile of your own. It’s the first one you’ve had all day.

When you sit down on the couch, Emmet takes off his coat and places it over your shoulders. It’s pretty big on you… but it’s also really heavy. You hadn’t realized it was weighted this whole time. The pressure feels nice, and you bury yourself into it. Emmet seems pleased, like he knew this would happen.

“I am going to do some paperwork at my desk. Would you like the lights off?”

You nod wordlessly and he flicks the light switch off in response. The only light in the room is the warm glow of a desk lamp, focused down onto his work station and away from you. Even the faint hum of electricity that would usually come out of a lamp like that is silent, which is an enormous relief.

The only sound for the next hour is Emmet’s pen near silently sweeping across the pages of his work. You stay quiet and buried under his coat, eyes closed and dozing somewhere between sleeping and waking. You feel safe.

After what feels like an age, you shift from under the coat and re-emerge, feeling much better. Emmet’s eyes flick up to you.

“Do you feel any better?” he asks. His voice is quiet.

“Yes.” You answer, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

He cuts you off. “Do not apologize. Ingo and I have spent many afternoons doing the same. I’m just glad I was there to offer help.”

From that point on, things are… different between you and the twins. Emmet must have told his brother about what happened, because Ingo is more open around you.

You’ve been friends for a long time, but something seems to have unlocked now. The three of you quickly catch like a struck match.

Parallel Play

You spend a lot of time over at their place, and they at yours. Expect Ingo to politely ask if he or Emmet or both can come spend time with you.

This worried you at first, when you were still friends and not yet dating, but the twins don’t actually want your attention, per say. They just want to be in the same room as you while they do their own thing. Not having to “host” takes so much pressure off of you that you wonder why anyone entertains any other way.

Ingo will be reading, curled up in one of your chairs or on a couch, so still you’d think he was asleep if not for the intermittent turn of a page. Emmet is reviewing battle plans and notes, spread out across your table, one leg bouncing. Occasionally, he gets up to pace and mutter to himself, not looking at either you or his brother. You’re working on one of your hobbies in the living room. Not one of you bothers the others. It’s… peaceful. And nice, just having them unobtrusively nearby.

Do you stim? They have a cache of puzzle-y, twisty toys and clickers in a drawer. You’re more than welcome to them, or to anything else you need.

Eventually, if you’d like, you can curl up with Ingo underneath the weighted blanket he’s got spread across his lap. He’ll swing an arm around you without looking up from his book, and you listen to his heartbeat and steady breathing as you nod off.

Or Emmet might come over to you and quietly offer you a warm mug of hot chocolate. The two of you sit back-to-back in silence, sipping your drinks and working on your respective projects.

How nice it is, you think, to spend time with those who understand.

[httpsdana]

Didn’t know you also wrote for ansu so if you don’t mind could you write something with 118&140 for him? Been really starved with ansu content lately

In the Heat of It~Ansu Fati

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

this one was so nice to write. enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

118-"Are you flirting with me?" "you finally noticed?"

140-"fucking hell, shut your mouth" "make me"

It was another one of those nights, with y/n and the group hanging out at a casual get-together. Laughter filled the air, friends chatted around, and, as usual, Ansu was there—just close enough to be within earshot, but far enough to avoid eye contact.

Which, honestly, suited y/n just fine. He’d always been the thorn in her side, constantly pushing her buttons with that cocky attitude and annoying little smirks.

Tonight, though, there was something different. Ansu seemed to linger a bit closer to her, every now and then dropping a comment or two that had a bite of sarcasm to it but also a weird undertone of… playfulness?

“Nice shoes. You going for a clown look or…?” he muttered, barely loud enough for her to hear.

She shot him a glare. “Maybe I am. Why, is it bothering you?”

“Oh, not at all,” he shrugged, that cocky grin pulling at his lips. “Just didn’t realize we were doing circus-themed outfits now. Would’ve worn my jester hat.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but his attention never wavered. Even as she turned away, she could feel his gaze burning into her, as if daring her to say something back. Eventually, the two of them ended up standing side by side near the snack table, and she couldn’t help but notice him glancing at her every few seconds.

“What?” she snapped after catching him looking for the fifth time.

“Just wondering how someone can look that irritated all the time,” he replied, crossing his arms and leaning back slightly. “What’s the matter, grumpy? Not enough snacks for you?”

y/n scoffed. “Not everything is about food, you know. Some of us have lives.”

“Oh really?” he quirked a brow. “Then why are you here and not… living it up somewhere else?”

“Maybe because I can’t abandon my friends,” she shot back, sarcasm dripping from her tone. “Even if that means tolerating you.”

He let out a dry laugh, giving her that once-over he always did when he wanted to push her buttons. “You know, I’d call you cute if you weren’t so… prickly.”

She blinked, taken aback. “Cute? Did I just hear that right?”

He shrugged, nonchalantly stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I mean, can you blame me? I’m not blind. And it’s kind of adorable how you act all tough.”

Her cheeks heated up, but she shook it off. This had to be some kind of joke—Ansu Fati didn’t flirt with her. “Are you flirting with me?”

A lazy smirk crossed his face. “You finally noticed?”

She felt a flash of anger. “Oh, I noticed alright. But why are you flirting when you’re so obviously annoyed by me? What’s the game here?”

His expression hardened, the smirk falling away. “Game? I’m not playing any game. You’re the one who always acts like I’m the worst person in the world.”

y/n scoffed, crossing her arms. “I act that way? You’re the one who’s constantly throwing digs at me, acting like I’m a nuisance!”

He laughed bitterly, looking genuinely frustrated now. “Maybe if you’d stop bitching at me for one second, you’d realize I’ve been trying to get close to you.”

She rolled her eyes, feeling her own frustration boiling over. “Get close to me? By making fun of me, criticizing me, and… and flirting just to mess with me?”

Ansu groaned, running a hand through his hair. “God, you’re so stubborn. Can’t you see I’m trying? You think I flirt just for fun? Do you know how many times I’ve tried to say something, and you just throw it back in my face?”

“Maybe because you don’t know how to say anything without making it a joke!” she shot back, her voice growing louder. “Maybe if you were actually genuine for once—”

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as he looked at her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat. “Fucking hell, shut your mouth.”

Her eyes flashed with defiance. “Make me.”

That was all it took. In one swift move, he grabbed her face and crashed his lips against hers, the kiss rough, almost bruising.

His fingers pressed into her cheeks, and his other hand slid to her waist, pulling her in until there was no space left between them. y/n barely had time to process it before she found herself kissing him back, all of her frustration and pent-up feelings pouring into it.

For a moment, it was all just heat and tension, until finally, he softened. His hold on her loosened, and the kiss turned from urgent to gentle, his lips brushing against hers in a way that made her heart pound. When he pulled back slightly, his forehead rested against hers, both of them catching their breath.

“God,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t think you’d actually… I didn’t know you’d kiss me back.”

y/n rolled her eyes, a small, genuine smile creeping onto her face despite everything. “What can I say? Maybe I finally noticed.”

He chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze softening in a way she’d never seen before. “Does this mean we’re done pretending to hate each other?”

“Maybe,” she replied, giving him a light shove, though there was no real force behind it. “But don’t think I’m gonna start liking you overnight.”

Ansu grinned, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “That’s alright. I’ll take what I can get.”

And as he leaned in to kiss her again, this time soft and tender, she couldn’t help but think maybe the bickering had been worth it all along.

[harlowsbby]

Fluff concept: Maybe Jack is having writers block in your home studio so you go and give him some words of encouragement 🥹

My baby love

“Where is he at?” You mumbled to yourself and looked at the time seeing it was almost 4 in the afternoon.

You’ve spent the entire day deep cleaning your house with Jack he said he’d be in the home studio for a few hours to finish up a few verses and unfinished songs but that was at 7am that morning.

You quickly finished platting your dinner which consisted of pasta noddles and meatballs, tonight was a easy meal type of night. Once you finished you went to the indoor studio Jack had built.

You smiled and traced all the pictures placed in the hallways. They were pictures of Jack and Yourself throughout the years and some of Jack with his family or You with yours. You stopped for a second when you came across your latest picture.

It was Jack standing behind you with his hands resting on your baby bump. You coo’d at the picture before placing your hands on your belly.

“We can’t wait to meet you baby girl.” To which she responded by a few kicks, you giggled and shook your head she was definitely going to be one smart cookie.

“Jack? Are you in here baby it’s dinner time.” You opened the door to the studio quietly just incase he was recording something.

“I’m over here baby.” His voice came from inside the booth. Once you made it fully inside you were met by a somewhat happy Jack.

His curls were a mess probably from him running his fingers through his curls due to him being frustrated. He looked as if he hasn’t slept in ages and he just looked overall drained.

“Hi baby how are my girls doing?” His attitude picked up a bit seeing you. When you were close enough he was able to place his hands on your belly before leaving a few kisses here and there.

“And what about my kisses? I am the one that’s carrying your little Princess for another four months.” You sassily spoke and tried your best to cross your arms over your chest but the belly in your way was preventing that.

“You know I couldn’t forget about my main girl now pucker up.” You puckered your lips out and Jack gave you a few pecks here and there before sitting back down again.

“What’s got you so stressed? And don’t say it’s nothing because I can see how tired you look.” You threatened him.

“It’s just I have to get this song done and sent to Drama and Neelam by tomorrow and I don’t know where I’m going with it, I don’t want to seem like some one hit wonder you know.”

His eyes grew teary, lately the blogs and articles have been calling Jack a one hit wonder or everyone’s favorite rapper as of last year. They’ve also stated how he’s quote on quote “disappeared from the scene.”

“Look at me Jack.” He sniffled but didn’t look up he hated whenever you saw him cry. “Jack please look at me.” You rubbed his back in small circles and eventually he looked up. His nose was red and his cheeks were a bit puffy.

You hated seeing him so upset especially since he’s been working himself out and trying his hardest. You knew him not winning any Grammys took its tole on him mentally but he’ll win one eventually.

“Jack, you’re no one hit wonder and I know lately you’ve been feeling a bit discouraged but trust me you can do anything you put your heart and mind to.”

Jack hated feeling this way but the pressure was on he wanted to make it known that he was here to stay and that he wasn’t some temporary rapper.

“You’re right baby.” You huffed “I know I’m right.” He rolled his eyes playfully at you and went back to writing some lyrics down but you stopped him.

“No you’re taking the rest of the night off you’re spending it with me because I’ve been missing you. I’ll text Neelam and tell her you need more time but for now you’re mine.”

He couldn’t help but to laugh. “Yes ma’am I’m all yours.” He saluted you and let you take him to the kitchen. The both of you ate in a peaceful silence after you were done eating he cleaned up and went to put a movie on for the both of you.

Jack sat behind you in the bed while you laid between his legs. The two of you were watching The Little Mermaid.

“I wonder if our girl is going to be a singer.” You sleepy asked Jack. “If she wants to be a singer I’ll support it but we’ll see what she’ll wanna be when she’s older.” You nodded and closed your eyes before dozing off into a peaceful slumber.

“Thank you baby for always taking care of me I appreciate you baby girl.” When you didn’t respond he sat up and noticed you were fast asleep, he chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Ima love you forever my little love bug.” He finished up the rest of the movie and rubbed your belly the entire time. Once the movie was over he managed to tuck you into bed and fell asleep shortly after.

[motthe]

I've never requested anything from anyone before, so I don't know if Im doing this right or not haha, but I was wondering if you could write a mer!reader x Viktor in a lab with some like earning trust or something.

I'm a new fan, your writing is so good. Also congrats on graduating!!

congrats on requesting!!! i know it can be scary but it’s awesome and i’m happy to have you here ❤️ also i’m no longer doing the mermay prompt event, so you don’t have to limit yourself to the lab and earning trust prompts!!! but i’ll stick to them bc you were interested in them!!!

“I’ve read through the notes of the last three scientist who’ve attempted to study you,” Viktor hums, paging through his own abbreviated text and the information he wanted to explore a bit deeper. “Killing the first was not very smart on your part. It limits contact, do you know what that means?”

He places his notebook under his arm, leaning on his cane as he finally looks at you. You’re in the same place you’ve been the last three days—hunched in a corner, various attempted meals left to rot bobbing on the service.

“It means sedation. We’ll have to force you to sleep to get the intel we need.”

There’s new tension in your shoulders. He walks closer to the glass, vaguely aware of his own reflection in it.

“I know you can understand us. I know you’re scared,” he says, eyes lowering to stare at his curled fingers gripping at the handle of his cane. “People do not tend to like ‘different.’”

He pauses, eyes roving to your back once more.

“I am not one of those people. I am a scientist, yes, but I have morals. The procedures they’ve followed prior to this have been canceled now that you’re under my authority, I promise not to sedate you, but if you refuse to eat I will have to force feed you.”

The speed you push off the wall to slam into the glass is a marvelous addition to the studies. Twenty-five feet in less than 2-3 seconds? All with two days without food? You’re a predator, through and through, but he doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t so much as take a step back as you bare your fangs and hiss through the water. He simply stares and understands why the last scientist had gotten a bit too close. His notes had been enough of an indicator of him being drawn to your beauty.

“You will not starve yourself to death,” he tells you sternly. “I understand you wish to be released from such horrible treatment. I can do my best to give you more freedom, perhaps with enough time and answers, I can get them to release you.”

You blow bubbles at him through your nose, tail slapping the tank as you go back to your corner. Such an attitude.

“Eat. You’ll need your energy for my tests coming up. I hope you like to puzzles—they’ll give you something to do until we can learn to trust each other a bit better, yes?”

You refuse to look at him. He expects as such and turns, the clack of his cane echoing louder than any step.

“Until tomorrow, then.”

You’ve eaten by the time he returns, but it takes two days before you quit ignoring the first puzzle he’d thrown in. Since you’ve shown signs of understanding his language, a simple word search should suffice. When hey gets it back, all the words have been found and give even added a little note at the bottom—Fuck you.

He adds to his notes that night that you have a modern understanding of writing, reading, and comprehension. He has yet to know if you can speak it, however.

A month goes by when a group of men dressed in black show up to start trouble. Big wigs that fund this current experiment and research study are getting antsy, they say. They want more answers—he’s going too slow.

Viktor isn’t at the lab when they show up, but with the phone call he gets there too late. They’ve already dragged you from the tank, four men holding you down and attempting to sedate you. Many have fresh wounds, even a chunk taken out of an arm.

“ENOUGH!”

You stop thrashing, heaving under all the weight. “You promised!” you screech and he can hear the pain.

“It can speak?” someone mutters.

“Release her,” Viktor demands, stalking closer. “Now!”

You bite another arm and the group lets you slither back into the pool, trails of blood following in your wake.

It’s a long day. There’s more than enough pressure on him to get his research done. They’re pushing for an anatomy dissection, but luckily more people want you alive than dead.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he calls, taking a seat on a bench that overlooks the entrance of the tank. There is no glass to separate you when your head breaks the surface, eyes glaring at him from where the water meets the floor. “As you can see, my investors don’t take kindly to a slow and steady process.”

“I thought you’d sent them.”

He takes in your voice even when it is silent, working it over in his mind. The fantasies make sense; he concludes your singing could very well be a luring device.

“No. The only person I’d send is my work partner, but he won’t be back from vacation until Monday.”

You hum and say nothing else.

“Do you know weekdays?” he asks.

You scoff, rolling your eyes and he holds back a chuckle.

“You did well keeping the others in the dark. None of them even assumed you could understand us.”

“What gave me away?”

“You get very, eh,” he shrugs, glancing away, “tense, when someone mentioned experiments, procedures. I thought, perhaps, you’d learned to memorize those words because of trauma, but I wanted to see if you knew more.”

You blink at him. “So you guessed.”

“Scientific hypothesis, more so.”

Your hands curl over the edge, hoisting your torso into air as you squint at him.

“Fancy words, but they still mean you guessed,” you huff, diving back into the water.

Finally, he thinks, we’re getting somewhere.

[askachroma]

tell faba i'd give him a little kiss on the cheek

(He is very embarrassed and also a bit shy)

I have so many more hcs guys,, if you’re still reading this, buckle up.

Okay, Faba’s not what you could really call a nice guy. He’s a bastard, with heaps of bitchiness on top, right. But I do like to think underneath all that he can be quite shy, and very considerate and loving of people he actually gives a damn about. Personally I hc him as being diagnosed really, really late with autism (like not until late twenties), which has given him a lot of social trauma. He’s late thirties now right so that’s given him so much time to build up resentment and bitterness towards everybody. He has the capacity to be nice, but with 99.9 percent of people he just thinks: what’s the point? It’s not like they deserve kindness. They never tried to include HIS socially awkward ass in anything, they were never understanding of HIS struggles.

He didn’t have a social life growing up, but you know what he did have? His brain. It’s the only thing he felt superior in, so he clung to that lifeline and gradually built his entire personality around it. He’s smarter, better than everyone, career orientated… it’s the only thing he feels he has going on for him so of course he’s going to gradually condition himself into being a workaholic. He even convinces himself he doesn’t even care about people at all, that he doesn’t want any kind of relationship because they’d distract him from his work. Of course eventually that does change— in fact, when he met his ex-wife and Colress and finally had a connection with someone, that was probably the only thing that saved him from completely going off the deep end honestly. ‘He’s bad now but he could have been way worse’, kind of thing. When he did get divorced from his ex though it just made him even more bitter and lonely and turned him absolutely desperate, causing him to cling onto his career and making very questionable decisions (AHEM rainbow rocket [although I’m still undecided if that’s a canon event in my au]) because he was just in a big, spiralling panic. Since then the friendship Colress (and now finally Knox) have shown him have softened him up a bit, but even so he’s still very distrustful and bitter.

I think that’s part of the reason I like writing him so much, because I can see bits of myself in him. The whole late diagnosis, not really fitting in with others and not knowing why, developing bitterness and a lot of fear because of it, I really get that. Of course, not everyone who is diagnosed with adult autism is going to be as hostile as Faba, (Or hostile at all. I may relate to the bitterness but I wouldn’t consider myself an asshole!!) but it’s definitely one of the things that can happen. Not that it excuses his shitty attitude/behaviour either, but it definitely explains it.

…Man. All that because of a ‘kiss on the cheek’ ask LOL

Realistically if someone he didn’t know well were to say they’d give him a kissy on the cheek, he’d probably be very cynical and think it was mockery, buuuut I do like drawing a soft Faba so I’ve taken some liberties with my hcs for this one.

TLDR: A late autism diagnosis gave Faba trauma, and now he’s making it everyone else’s problem, half consciously out of a want for revenge, half subconsciously because people frighten him (but he would never admit it)

[annabtg]

Okay for the director’s cut ask I want all the details on this little scene from NDP:

By lunchtime, he’d made decent progress on his report for the Department of Magical Planning and Construction. He figured it was a good time to take a break, and then come back to work on the Diagon Alley Apothecary one, have something to shut Pimhill’s mouth with.

He stretched his arms and back, and looked at Lily at the desk across from him; she moved from one report to the next with quiet speed and precision. A stack of papers teetered next to her; he had no idea when it had got so big.

“I’m going to get lunch,” he told her. “Want me to get you anything?”

“I’ve packed my own,” she replied without looking up.

“Coffee? Tea? A Muggle treat?”

She made a tiny pause at the last one; it seemed to have tempted her. “No, I’m fine,” she ended up saying. “Just don’t take too long.”

“You know me.” He grinned at her, even though she wasn’t looking.

“That’s why I’m saying it.”

Ask me for director's commentary here!

NDP my beloved! ❤️ I was hoping to get some asks about it!

Putting this under a cut for length.

As I've said before, I write mostly linearly, with no detailed outline in mind. So this was one of the first parts I wrote, and to the best of my recollection, did not go through any edits/revisions. It came out like this and stayed that way.

At that point, I hadn't yet decided a) whether we'd be getting a Lily POV or not and b) what exactly her feelings towards James were. I was sure that James would be perceiving her as hostile - or, more hostile than he'd like - and that he'd be a bit of a nuisance for her. He initiates conversation and pressures her despite her disinterest - but he means well, it's his way of being thoughtful and caring. (He's like my mom.) At the same time, we know he's a bit of a cocky prat, so of course he grins and teases ("You know me") but Lily, of course, isn't falling for it.

Lily, at this point, doesn't have any feelings for James yet. She knows about his background and career, she knows his outward personality, but she doesn't know him deep down, as a person. To her, she's just a colleague. She doesn't hold resentment towards him since the Academy - it's been years - but she's not making a habit of thinking about him/pondering him either. She's single-minded, there to do her work and leave. She's always known him as a distraction, and while she's not actively avoiding him, she just resists.

This dynamic - James pursuing contact, Lily resisting despite the fact that his presence draws her attention - is pretty consistent with their canon dynamic, I think, so I enjoyed recreating it here in a slightly different context! Lily's problem, in any universe, is that she refuses to acknowledge James - the moment she does, it's impossible not to know, if only somewhere deep inside she won't admit, that she is head over heels for him.

In other news, this scene is set up to give us a glimpse at their daily routine without having to do another round of exposition like we did for James's childhood: Lily has packed her lunch, whereas James hasn't - they obviously don't get lunch together, don't seem to spend any time together outside the office while they're both working. James still refuses to adhere to strict norms - he's perpetually late, he takes long breaks, goes out to get lunch - while Lily keeps a low profile, and is even thrifty.

Also - this is something I've been worried wasn't very clear in the text, but James is impressed by Lily's skill, intelligence and work ethic (he notices the stack of papers). In his introspection, we see him mostly lust after her, but in reality he appreciates her for much more than her good looks. I think his whole interaction with and attitude towards her here shows - without telling! - that his interest in her is genuine and deep. That's not how you act towards someone you just think is hot, and it's not how James would act towards any random colleague (note how different his thoughts about Pimhill are, and he's his superior). James doesn't make a habit of being nice for the sake of being nice - but when he cares about someone, he can't hold it back, and this is what's happening to him here.

Wow, I had more to say about this than I thought I did! xD Thank you for this ask, Ray, it was so much fun!!

[janeykath318]

Science Talk: TaserTorch

Prompt: “I haven’t seen you since you blacked out and threw up on my shoes at that party last year.”

“So, is that a no to the date, then?”

“Heads up Darcy: your flaming admirer is on his way over here.”

Clint whispered a warning to his friend, who turned and sighed when she saw Johnny Storm coming toward her. The man was cute, but a walking red flag.

“Thanks, Clint. I’ll dispose of him quickly,” she murmured.

“And I’ll help you get rid of the body,” Clint muttered with a much too eager grin.

“He’s not THAT annoying,” Darcy sighed.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Johnny said, sauntering up beside her with his usual obnoxious smirk. (Okay, it was kind of cute, but she’d be dead before she’d admit that.)

“Ugh. Storm.” She sighed. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Nice to see you too, Lewis. Thought you might like to talk a little science.”

She didn’t believe him.

“I haven’t seen you since you blacked out and threw up on my shoes at that party last year.” Darcy reminded him, hoping he’d be a little embarrassed at his idiocy. Those had been very expensive shoes, after all.

“So, is that a no to the date, then?” he persisted, looking only slightly chastened at the memory.

“What do you think?” Darcy retorted. “If you genuinely want to talk science, we can talk right here in this semi-crowded room filled with nerds and superheroes.”

She fixed him with a challenging stare, expecting him to brush her off or double down on the flirting, but Johnny just nodded.

“Fair enough. I’m far from the level Reed or Banner or Stark are, but I’ve always found space fascinating. Your article on supernovas was really interesting.”

“You read that?”

Darcy’s eyebrows rose. She’d thought the only thing he would read would be Playboy or Popular Mechanics.

“Yeah. I had to google some terms, but it was really interesting and informative. Also, you have a very engaging way of writing that stands out among some of the dry as sawdust stuff in those journals.”

“Thanks,” she replied, with a slight chuckle. “That’s one of my pet peeves in the field. I want to make science fun and fascinating, not bore people to sleep. I could go on a whole rant about that, but that might drive you away.”

“Try me,” Johnny stated.

“You mean that? Cause we might be here awhile,” she warned him.

“I don’t mind,” he replied. “It’ll be way more interesting than dealing with Reed’s condescending attitude. He’s a good brother in law, but totally insufferable sometimes.”

“So I’ve heard,” Darcy agreed, glancing over to see Reed and Tony chatting. “Jane gets all ragey for a solid day after meeting with him. If you’re serious about listening to my impassioned rant, we’d probably better go sit down in the lounge.”

“Sure,” he agreed, happy she was willing to talk to him about it. Finally, some common ground.

Much to Darcy’s surprise, Johnny turned out to be not just a good listener, but an actively engaged one as well. He was genuinely interested in learning about her studies and asked very good questions that kept her on her toes. As a result, she let her guard down and they talked about a lot more than science.

She found herself laughing as Johnny described the pranks he’d played on Reed and Ben and the all out war he��d had against Clint, another champion prankster.

The time sped by, and before they knew it, the place had emptied out and the time was late.

“Whoa. How did it get to be 11:30?” she wondered.

Johnny looked up in surprise. “Wow. I have no idea. You needing to leave?”

She nodded.

“Yeah. I turn into a pumpkin at midnight. But it was nice talking to you. When you’re not a horn dog, you’re actually really interesting.”

Johnny turned a bit pink.

“I’m working on turning over a new leaf. Thank you for this. I’ve learned a lot tonight. Walk you to your car? I’ll behave.”

“Given how late it is, I think I’ll take you up on that,” she said, as she rose to go collect her things. “I hate going out in the dark and you have a handy built-in lighting system.”

Johnny chuckled. “Yup. Occasionally I am useful for something.”

He was as good as his word and lit the way with a flaming fireball in his hand.

“Not gonna lie, that’s really cool” she admitted as she opened her car door. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?”

“Most likely. Try not to get yourself killed in the meantime,” Darcy urged him.

Johnny smiled at her. “I’ll try. Have a nice night, Darcy.”

As she drove off, he ambled slowly towards his own car, thinking happily how nice it was to be able to be himself for once and how refreshing Darcy was. He was sick of simpering fangirls who just wanted to get him in bed and he was sick of not being a person someone like her would ever want to be with. He knew he’d have to work for it and it might take awhile, but he felt she was definitely worth it.

[burinazar]

under the cut, many words of an Ebil pondering whether it’s writing Wazukyan well or might be flanderizing the character by making him Care Too Much, in an attempt to overcompensate against readings where he Doesn’t Care At all:

i spent most of my initial viewing of s2 not particularly trying to understand what Wazukyan was 'really up to' as far as the motivations behind his actions bc i was too busy worrying about The Other Two Sages (as points of comparisons, i loved Vueko from episode one and liked Belaf from the same point but didn’t glom on to him SO hard until after ep7/8 and now I love them both so excessively much that it’s ridiculous.) But after finishing it and looking at the story as a whole it became clear analysis of that character was really rewarding in the context of the other ones i already liked, and now that i have/do try to put effort into 'getting’ him and became more interested in depicting the character as a result...lately I’ve become concerned that I risk adding to Boring Silly Readings Of Him. 

there’s two interpretation that i think are not very interesting: ‘common fan take #1: he’s completely ruthless and uncaring, gives zero craps about Vueko, Belaf, Irumyuui, and likely the rest of the Ganja-tai, and only prioritizes his own wish to continue the journey’ (because this is simply not that interesting to think about and risks turning him into Bondrewd 2.0; though i also feel it is contradicted by some canon, but there is room for discussion there. feel free to throw an ask or message my way if this piques your interest or you’d like to Argue Politely over it) and ‘common fan take #2: LOL Wazuchad did Literally Nothing Wrong’ (this is mostly an attitude thing, and is distinct from ‘after consideration of the situation I personally believe his actions were justified’ or something. what i mean is people who meme about ‘Wazuchad’ are generally sweeping away the idea that there might have been any moral consideration to make at all and that is, again, boring. the entire arcs of all four characters (five actually, Fau too) fall apart as compelling if you aren’t even willing to consider the questions involved or accord any validity to not wanting Irumyuui to suffer.) 

Readings i think are interesting tend to deviate from both of these either a little or a lot by adding complexity to how one views his goals, actions, and motivations, so that even if they may still land in the general category of ‘bad guy and did an indefensibly bad thing’ or ‘not a bad guy, did a bad thing but for compelling and human reasons’, he hasn’t been totally condemned or totally absolved on the way to either conclusion. Both of the flatter readings obfuscate the possibility he harbored genuine fondness for the other characters, and that’s what I want to push back on. I especially like thinking he cared about them a lot but this was counterbalanced by the need to save the rest of the crew (I always bring this up but it’s way too easy to forget 90% of the Ganja were already dead and drowned when they hit the Abyss, he can’t not have had thoughts about that?) and, of course, also his own ambition and desire (and yet in my reading his ambition was directly linked to the idea of a home for his people, not merely himself; the sense of homesickness and desire to journey on that Wazukyan articulates seems to be thematically linked to all of the characters in Ganja and be a cousin to the desire to see what’s at the bottom of the Abyss that most of the entire show’s cast feels). It’s complicated and sad and great. 

BUT LIKE. 

i’m afraid of accidentally creating  ‘boring reductivist fanon #3′ if my depiction accords TOO charitable an interpretation to the guy and paints too rosy a picture of how much he cared about the others. 

Like am I going too far in the other direction when I make him goofy and silly and a bit bumbling and genuinely caring, especially if I haven’t written all caps front and center in the same piece of fanwork that I understand the character has notably dark aspects to his actions and interactions with the others and the grim things his choices and his influence on them others’ choices ultimately lead to?

i don’t want to erase that he did stuff that makes your blood run cold, I just think it’s compelling to read the character as someone who did that while being very human and caring a lot about the others in the situation, because that’s a lot more interesting. I’m wrestling with this bc in the thing I want to finish next Vueko is thinking about how he was like a surrogate guardian to her at points in her life, and since it’s Vueko she obviously hasn’t forgotten anything he did towards the end of their time together and what it meant for her and her family and that comes up directly afterwards but I feel like someone could think ‘what is this story even doing, what is this apologism and flattening of Waz into some kind of friendly grandpa’. As much as I don’t want to see people Bondrewd him or Wazuchad him, I don’t want to Friendly Bumbling Grandpa him, which risks being boring and reductive in its own way. Alright that’s all, just wanted to ramble, input and comments from other san ken likers welcome tho.

[miko-nekoo]

"Kinda Poetic..."

Summary:

Yuji Itadori has died, and Megumi realizes something about Yuji he had never thought of before…   It’s just a little bit too late for that.

Notes:

I guess this is an AU where Yuji dies, and it’s my own rendition on how Megumi feels about it/him/his death. Honestly, probably one of the saddest things I’ve ever spent time on writing. I’m not a very skilled writer, but this deff had some kick to it.

You know… I never thought that I would miss him this much. It never really occurred to me that I couldn’t save him from any possibility that this reality shoved down my throat. It’s truly a mystery in my mind how it even happened… so abruptly. I truly thought that what I was seeing was some sort of joke. Some sort of vision, some sort of shadowy figure like the ones I saw as a kid. Sadly though… it wasn’t any of those. It was indeed the truth of the matter at hand. I lost him. For good.

The only things that I really had left of him were the pictures we took of Tokyo when we went. Granted, I wasn’t really in the mood for any of it, nor did I want to have my picture taken by those two idiots. Sometimes I felt as if they were truly one brain cell smooshed into the both of them. Tied together somehow, forming two separate entities, but still remaining at one with one another. Same thoughts, same attitude towards things, same disdain about overly complicated puzzles. Kinda poetic now that I think about it. Must… must have been nice for the both of them to have had something like that. Someone like that… rather.

The other thing that I had left of him was his hoodie, you know, the red-hooded one. More of a school uniform basically, but he also liked it a lot more than his normal hoodies he wore. Before he had left the land of the living all together, and for good this time… he had laid it on my bed in my dorm room. Folded neatly, leaving the pin brightly shining in the dim moonlight. Letting the gold color seem like it was more than just a single color. Swirls and spirals of light and dark champagne, seemingly infinite in range… Going on and on, continuing with the flow of time. To me, I think he knew the whole time he was going to depart, or that he wouldn’t be able to make it through this time.

Those were the only things left of him in this world, besides my memories and his gravestone… Which, I didn’t like to visit it too often in fear of certain emotions rising up in my chest like they have been here lately. Keeping my mind focused and steady was important, and he often sidetracked my thoughts completely. Making it a bit harder to study or even go on missions. Everything, literally everything, reminds me of him. You’d think it would eventually pass, and I’d stop seeing his dumb face, but it never does. It’s hard enough to lose a friend at any given moment in time, but this for some odd reason was different.

Felt like a different kind of pain, something I’ve never been able to grasp. Death was eventually the resting place of anything that’s on this earth. It’s the outcome, the ending, the conclusion, the resolution, the beginning, you name it. It’s there, not like I wasn’t expecting it or anything like that. I knew deep down, one day I’d have to face this… I had envisioned it being less challenging. Less emotions draining from my eye sockets every night. Always happened late at night, when the whole world was completely quiet.

That’s when my mind would dance around the ideas I’ve concocted up. The ways I could have saved him from this fate, the way I could have been the one to leave for good, the way maybe someone else would’ve handled it. Gojo-Sensei always told people that ‘Love is the most twisted curse of all’, but honestly speaking? I feel like it’s more or less the misfortune that comes from knowing death that’s a bit more twisted. More curse-like I guess. Sure, love is love and all... Love can easily be taken away, or used wrongfully, or sacrificed for the greater good, making it a massive curse for someone to end up handling, sure. Whatever. But… death? Death is ultimately the most twisted curse of all.

If you really think about it, like sit down and contemplate it for a moment. MOST of the curses we exorcise are formed from negative human emotions and have some soft connection with death. For example, It could be a curse that was made from, I don’t know, the fear of humans themselves. Humans, generally speaking… usually form some sort of fear of death in their lifetime. So, it’s only natural to assume that THAT would be a powerful curse in itself. Or, another example, is like… a curse that sprung to life from the fear of something small, like spiders. WHY do we fear spiders? Well, for the most part people think about a spider and immediately think of the ones that can kill you, with just a single bite. Resulting in, you guessed it, death.

It’s unfortunate that something like that can wield that much power over the top of the food chain. Kind of ironic. Something that small… something that insignificant, can make the largest difference in this world. Then again… maybe unfortunate isn’t the right word… because if the spider didn’t have a way of defending itself, or killing its prey, it would cease to exist. If humans didn’t fear death like they often do, maybe there would be too many of us at one time? Or maybe we would lose the ability to have that fear of death. Resulting in something that no Jujutsu sorcerer could handle. It’s rather cruel how that always plays out, for anyone on this retched planet.

I am often sick and tired of these thoughts bouncing between the corners of my mind late at night, when I really should be resting. Resting my mind took a lot to do though, it was as tedious as ending a wildfire spread across a whole state, or even continent. Constantly burning everything that inhabits it, spewing out flames of anger and the greedy ways it takes and takes… till there is absolutely nothing left for it to steal. I mean, eventually… in that case at least, the ground will remain dirt and things will once again grow and become what they once were.

In my case however, it doesn’t work like that. I haven’t really been telling anyone that I’ve been struggling with things since he has passed, but that’s sort of a given. Considering the first time it happened, I barely knew the guy. Shit, I barely knew him when I ‘saved’ him from dying in the very beginning of our… friendship. Instinctively knowing somehow, that he was a good-hearted person. The type of people I wanted to keep in my life. The only type of people that inspired me. Only type of people that I held higher than my own self.

Funny thing about all of this is that I never understood why I cared SO much about it. About him, I mean… I couldn’t really place my finger on what was causing me to be affected so badly. Entirely too much time has been spent thinking about him, and how things went. Entirely too much time wasted… Occasionally, very rarely, I would end up at his gravestone holding a couple pictures of us in the dead of night with a tiny little candle. Lighting it in his honor. You know, the polite thing to do… something he would’ve done for me, maybe?

No, I’m pretty certain it isn’t a maybe. I’m sure he would do the same for me. He’d probably do the same for anyone he was friends with hell, even anyone he barely knew. He was so loving and kind-hearted that I couldn’t comprehend his level of thinking sometimes. He may not have been the most talented man, academically, but … when it came to emotional standpoints, or whatever, he sailed to the top in the charts of it all. Pushing past anyone else I’ve ever known. No one else, truly, has caused this much discomfort in my existence.

Put a massive crack in what I thought held me together. It’s fine though, someone once told me that somewhere in this world, people used to use gold to seal up the cracks in pottery. Making it into a seemingly beautiful piece of art. I sometimes think that’s what happened with us… to me. If anything, I have become a completely different person from experiencing Yuji Itadori. All in all, I can see the difference at least.

I usually end my nights reading a book or two, escaping from reality for just a second… but, tonight, I think I will go to his gravestone and hang out for a bit. Just to speak to him again, to pretend that I’m not talking to a slab of concrete and pebbles… pretend that he will reply to me, in his own little way of sarcasm or positivity. Maybe he could explain to me why he did everything that he did in the long run… why he bothered with someone like me? Maybe I’ll leave something there this time, to show him that I’m still here, still thinking about him… I guess.

Hopefully, he would be able to see it from wherever he is. Or feel it from the overbearing amount of emotion I have seeing the thing I’m going to leave there. I just wanted him to realize that even though he cared so deeply for other people, even though he showed it all the way to the end of his existence, even if he never saw it within himself… I just want him to realize that I felt it. I wasn’t numb to it…

I should’ve… I should… I should have told him how he made me feel. Deep down, I think he knew… least I hope he truly did. Something about it all… These days, I try to smile more, laugh more, and I try so hard to help anyone I come across. Just as he did. I can’t show my emotions like most of everyone can, I can barely comprehend them half the time. I just… wish I could’ve taken back every ounce of criticism I had given him about how much he cared… Every single second I wasted thinking he was a nuisance. It wasn’t out of hatred or anything, it was probably more likely out of spite for the stupid reason I couldn’t be happy like he could.

Maybe it was instilled in my brain as a man that I couldn’t show someone the absolute horrifyingly large amount of happiness I had, the insanely tall pedestal I placed them upon. I could never be inferior enough to tell another person that. It would show ‘weaknesses" and the inability to keep myself grounded. All in all, it’s a pretty unintelligent way of bringing up a kid, in my opinion… I thought of it more or less of a way to protect myself, maybe. Keep me from going down the dangerous path that he did. One where he kept his emotional displeasure… or pleasure, on his sleeves.

I didn’t know what to say when I ended up going to the gravestone tonight. I probably re-read the words etched into it, over and over again thousands of times.

“Beloved grandson, irreplaceable friend, and loyal Jujutsu Sorcerer”

It wasn’t that I really needed to say anything though, no one was going to hear it. Just me hearing my voice alongside the wisps of the cold front coming in, and occasional clink of wind chimes. Felt needed… I wasn’t even expecting a response. As I read the gravestone out loud to myself, the harsh reality of his life slowly kicked in. Gojo-Sensei had told me about a friend of his that Jujutsu society had failed, due to relentlessly using him, more than likely there’s more to that… but I think that’s partially the reason why he’s so strongly opposed to younger Jujutsu sorcerers doing dirty work constantly for the higher ups and the shit they throw down our throats, even if we aren’t even that powerful… I used to think it was nonsense and he was just a spoiled man, but I think I get it now.

He meant in a sense that his friend had their youth stolen from them, society in itself is bad enough, but when you are a literal tool for the ‘government’ to use, it becomes a whole lot uglier. His friend apparently had done some cruel things in response to all this, and did things that Gojo-Sensei could’ve never pictured him doing. Ended up dying at a young age over the whole thing too. I wasn’t one to ask for details, so who knows what else… All in all, Gojo-Sensei lost someone dear to him, because they couldn’t let off for a half-fucking-second and let someone rest. Let someone live, like they should live when they are that young.

The wind stopped flowing for a minute and as I tried to hold myself together for another unbearable moment. I hadn’t realized that every time the wind chimes clinked together, another tear would fall from my eyes. The way it would travel down my cheeks, causing the brief chill down my spine to appear. Causing me to realize something I had hidden deeply within myself. As I glanced to the picture I was holding. It wasn’t a fond memory of mine or anything, but we had gone to a Cafe somewhere and had our picture taken by a maid working there.

It was just a silly picture to me, and he had lost it at some point. Later on Gojo-Sensei had given it to me, and I ended up keeping it in a small drawer. In the picture, we are wearing these little ‘angel-like’ costume type things together. He had his usual dumb little smile on his face, and I wasn’t particularly happy looking. He placed his hand on my shoulder and held his other hand up towards the maid and in front of me sort of, creating a shape with their hands. A heart to be exact… My heart ached. It felt as if the arteries were bursting at the seams, releasing painful poison into my veins. Slowly causing me to become a bit number… a bit colder. A little amount of time passed as I was feeling this weird sensation, when It finally grabbed my attention. Everything I had been feeling since he left me, made sense.

I loved him, didn’t I…? How else would I possibly explain to anyone else that I felt this distraught over him? It doesn’t make any sense why I’m realizing this now, staring at this god awful picture of us… but, I loved Yuji. The tears were becoming more rapid and felt more purposeful as I stared at the photograph. I know I didn’t look happy, but I was. I was so content in that moment, even though we weren’t doing anything special, he was there with me. Alive. He had a fucking pulse, god damnit. I gripped the photograph like it was going to disappear any second if I looked away from it. Held it to my chest like it was worth millions of dollars, like I didn’t want to drop it. I couldn’t drop it.

Is this what it’s supposed to feel like when someone who you love dies? Is this what heartache feels like….? I thought I knew what heartache was, being surrounded by it damn near constantly and all… maybe it slipped from my knowledge? Maybe I forgot how to feel it? Now it’s back? Or… or have I just never loved someone quite like that…? Did he really, truly, make me feel unapologetically happy…? When I think about it, I know he tried to make me laugh a lot. He always made horrible dad jokes or tried cheering me up on bad days and such… but did he feel the same way….? Or was he just being nice to me…?

I … don’t think I’ll ever get the chance of knowing that answer now. I guess… I guess that’s what I get for not proving to him that even though he didn’t feel like much, he meant the whole world to some people. To me. He changed my life, for better or for worse, he changed it so easily. Like it was almost natural for him to appear in someone’s life and turn them into a brighter star shining in the night sky. More noticeable, stronger willed, more… seen. More loved than before.

I held my head down, staring at his smile, as the tears fell from my eyes like the snow was falling around me. The painfully loud thumps they made as they hit the photograph, against the harsh and cold quiet of the night. I felt as if my lungs couldn’t empty enough to keep up with my sobs. They were quiet sobs, even though I felt as if I was screaming into the vast void of pain. I did this to myself, I know I did. Knowing that, didn’t ease any of the pain though. What would he have done if he knew how I felt…? Would he have stayed that night, far from the danger we went headfirst into? I guess I shouldn’t think like that… past is the past as most would say.

I lifted my head, staring at his gravestone once more, glancing down at the messy rubble and dirt in the shape of a coffin. His body wasn’t in there of course, but that is where we all decided to bury his ashes… I looked at his name, etched forever in that grey stone. The intricate little scrapes and stab marks, the detail of the cursive was so impressive. Intricately designed to be unique in every universe. No one else’s grave would ever be just like it. No one could ever replace it either… no one was like him, no one felt as much as he did.

I would never feel his pulse, ever again. Never hear his voice. Never get the chance to tell him. Never hold his hand. Never hit him upside the head every time he dumbly spaced-out during missions. Never correct his English homework. Never attempt to tutor him for an important math quiz. Never stare into those eyes. Never ask him why he was in my room at 3am on a school night. Never feel him lean on my shoulder as he fell asleep on the train. Never….

When I finally broke the silence of the world around me softly speaking….Embodying the type of voice you think of hearing when someone sounds like they are speaking of a nostalgic moment in their life. Kind of speaking from the heart and soul… I gently smiled up at the deep, dark indigo sky… as the snow fell all around me, as if it was just me alone in this world… speaking into the night air, keeping the image of us in my mind. The image of that stupid picture I had held close to my heart. Lighting a sweet smelling incense, and placing the picture of us as angels under a small rock on top of his gravestone, I quietly spoke as if I were speaking to him once again…

“You were never made to wear a halo this early in life, Yuji…”

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Maybe love is the most twisted curse of them all.

[hope you enjoyed.

sorry, not sorry.]

[sneakyswag]

Mwahahah your turn!

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GAHH long post jumpscare

🧠- What fictional character do you relate to the most?

I think I’ve done a similar one to this one before, but in a different ask game. For the fun of it, I’ll probably have to say X or Axl.

X stresses so bad it’s exhausting. Kind of like me. I’ve been struggling with that lately. As well as body aches caused by stress (gah my shoulders qwq). But pushing those worries away, I’ve gone through loads of emotional turmoil. So much so that it’s made me bitter in a way. Sure, I’m kind and polite, but I never open up. Sure, in some asks I do, such as this one, because it’s a good question. But in real life? No. You will see me in a corner, arms crossed, smiling at the people having fun, but never actually interacting.

Axl, because he’s silly as frick and has bad timing with jokes. Likes guns and is the life of the party (depends on who I’m with). Axl is also a pretty good friend despite being a goofball. You’d think because he’s young he’d be immature, which he is sometimes, but other times he’s very mature and deals with situations accordingly. I do say that our difference is that he leads and thinks with emotion. I only do that when writing.

Also someone else, @bruggle ‘s Brook. No way like when I wrote fics with her in them, I was like “holy crap she is so me” and wrote her based off of experiences I myself had. Bruggle actually told me I wrote her well, which I thank Brugs for. Though I might be projecting juuust a little bit. Brook is so so angry and bitter it makes my head spin, but she can also be so so funny and silly at the same time. She’s a good friend and a good person, just angry at the world for what it did to her (come on, we’ve all been there). Anyways wow this is a stretch I’m so sorry- BAHAH

🌂- You have to choose three fiction characters to help you survive in the apocalypse, who are you picking? (I could write an essay over this one)

Ah, geez. I’m terrible at this. Zero from Mega Man X. He’s tactical, smart, strong, precise, will probably help out a lot if it means we all make it out. Only bad point is, he’s reckless. Even so, he’s strong as frick and also, Reploid! So even stronger than your average fighter.

Ralsei from Deltarune. With his powers, he can mend and also help Zero with his injuries from time to time. Ralsei has all kinds of powers that would be useful and his attitude would be perfect to maintain that optimistic attitude within the team. He can also be a good distraction!

And last, but not least, Jigglypuff from Pokémon. Do I even have to explain this one? Jigglypuff can get super tough enemies out of the way by singing his sleepy song and boom! They’re out. Also a good idea for sleepless nights we might have. So

Zero is the fighter, Ralsei is the mage/optimist, Jigglypuff is the ultimate distraction. Ralsei is also like super responsible so he’d probably have a lot of supplies on him. Zero has his weapons on him and will make sure none of us get hurt. Jigglypuff is that little ball of joy the group definitely needs. So yeah. My take.

🔥- Name a crackship, now convince me why it would work!

Ahah…ah, man. Alright so, I wrote for this ship months ago and when you said crack ship, my mind immediately went back to Samus and X. HEAR ME OUT-

I was playing Smash with a couple of friends and one of ‘em was drooling over Samus (no surprise there) and started making jokes about me getting my butt kicked by Samus (I main Mega Man) and made a couple of jokes. Another one of my friends, brought up the fact that Zero was in Smash as an assist and how he wished X was in as an echo for classic Mega Man.

After a little discussion, we imagined what X would be like as a fighter. The same friend that brought it up, decided it was a fine idea to google Samus x Mega Man and found a pic of Samus and X. It clicked for me and we started giggling like the idiots we are. Because Samus is like totally X’s type though. Girlboss, tall, blonde, can kick your ass and his in more ways than one, like what is there not to like? I haven’t looked into Samus’ love interests much because she’s still such a mystery, but my goodness she’s amazing. X would be head over heels for her, no way.

[crazydaisy710]

Aladdin= Ezra. Jasmine= Sabine. The question remains, who are Genie, Abu and Rajah? 😅

Okay, I’ve been thinking about this answer for a while, so apologies for the late response! It’s a really good question.

I’m about to take this insanely seriously, just to let you know. Also, most of my thought processes are for moving forward in their story, although I realize you may be asking me about in Rebels. (Which is really easy- Genie=Zeb, Abu=Chopper, Rajah=Hera protecting Sabine from character development 😅)

So, for Genie. I’m sure you’ve seen the meme where they show a picture of live action Aladdin and say “Unknown Space Colorized” or whatever and Genie’s supposed to be Thrawn. However, Thrawn does not have the good natured comedic tone that Genie has. I’d like to say a Force ghost? Maybe Kanan? But I still feel like it doesn’t match. I think maybe the best match up is the Purrgil because they always have great timing ( ba dum tss🥁) I also considered Zeb, but I don’t think Disney is prepared to make him live action.

Ultimately, though, Genie plays the role of the Supernatural Aid/Old Wise Wizard in Aladdin’s Hero’s Journey. He is also only helpful when he wants to be. This screams Rosario Dawson’s Ahsoka Tano to me. (I’m literally begging her to add a little lightheartedness to the role. It’s not the end of the world. OR explain what duty she has set out to perform and its purpose like Yoda or Obi-Wan.)

Abu, Abu, Abu, Abu. He’s one of my favorite sidekicks. He gets into shenanigans. He is a bit independent. Both Aladdin and Jasmine find him helpful and sweet, but mostly to Jasmine and not that often. I personally would always cast Chopper as Abu, but if we’re talking about the future it would also be really fun to have Grogu as Abu. (I started writing this like an entire year ago and am determined to answer this ask. That being said, the latest episodes have given Grogu more agency and less object and I really enjoy it. But this would be later in the Mandoverse.)

Rajah is a great question. Rajah is so protective of Jasmine, yet allows her to run away when she needs to. And Rajah has an attitude I aspired to have as a kid. My best guess is Rajah is somewhere between Hera and Alrich. Because Rajah is a replacement parent to Jasmine- she literally got the tiger from her dead mother. I’m assuming Sabine’s going to get a pep talk from Hera at some point in Ahsoka that will give her some hope. It would be cool to have some sort of reflection about her family, maybe how they felt about Sabine staying on Lothal, and confirm whether or not they’re still alive, but less expectations equal better enjoyment in my experience.

… I should’ve expected most of my answers to be the same.

TBR: Genie=Ahsoka, Abu=Chopper/later on Grogu maybe, Rajah=Hera or Alrich

Whoever asked this, I’m so sorry I made you wait this long. It’s been a wild year. Thank you for asking.

[mango-bango-bby]

Congratulations on 7k!! I've been a fan of your works for a while and you inspired me to write and make a blog of my own. Thank you so much for all the hard work mango!

May I request 💐 for Oikawa?? I don't mind if you make it SFW or NSFW, preferably NSFW- (again! Don't mind either way! ^^;)

Nothing could go between childhood friends! Especially, if one truly do loves the other. No one could never suspect the Prince sneaking his personal maid into his bedroom during late hours, No one questions where the prince has disappeared to with his maid. Because they've been doing this disappearing act since they were kids, even if his maid was helping him practice for his upcoming arrange marriage with another kingdom, he's getting more handsy. Even as king or betrothed to someone, he's still sneaking off to do much more with his maid because they're the only person he'll ever love.

I hope this request explains much, please don't overwork yourself mango! And once again, congrats!! 💕💕💕

♡ The Princes Personal Maid ♡

(A/N: Wahhhhhh I went a little overboard with this and ended up writing 1000+ words lol!! I love this idea but I also just love fantasy au, I’m so excited for this fantasy au event, I’m loving it so far. And thank you so much, I’m so glad I can inspire you, you’re just way to kind 🥺🥺)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, fantasy au, prince!Oikawa, maid!reader, insecurities, NSFW, possibly DUB-CON, oral (fem receiving), female orgasm

Summary: Prince Tooru finally confesses his feelings for you, his maid (Yan!Oikawa x Fem!reader)

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You love Tooru, you had a crush on him ever since you were a child but now you knew that you loved him. You met him when you were both young, you were told not to talk to him because you were just a maid. You were the only person around Tooru’s age, so he immediately tried to become friends with you. You were reluctant at first, but you two quickly became friends. Secret friends but friends nonetheless.

But as much as you loved Tooru, you knew it would never work. He eventually become king, eventually marry a princess or royalty from another kingdom and you would forever remain the maid who would only ever be his friend. Or at least that’s what you thought.

The truth was Tooru had been in love with you as well. Except he had been obsessively in love with you for years. He’s just surprised you haven’t noticed yet. He’s been taking you to the secret garden outside the castle for years, just to be alone with you and talk to you. You have your own room, instead of sleeping in the maid’s quarters. Hell, you were barely a maid because Tooru insisted that you were supposed to do as little work as possible.

“Psst~ Y/n~” Tooru calls out to you as you walk down the hallway. You turn immediately, a concerned look on your face. “Your majesty, I thought you were supposed to be over at the neighboring kingdom courting the princess” you whisper, as if worried you were going to be caught by someone. He was soon going to be crowned king, in fact already ruling the kingdom.

You squeal a bit, Tooru grabbing your arm to pull you into the bedroom, closing the door after getting you in the room. “Ehh, I didn’t want to go” Tooru says calmly. “I’m not going to marry her” He says, cheerful attitude as he admits he’s not going to marry that princess. “W-Why not!?” You ask, completely confused. The whole kingdom was convinced that he was going to marry the neighboring princess, all the maids as well. You included.

“Hmm, I’ve just had my eye on someone else” Tooru says, trying to allude to you however it seems as if you still don’t get it. He waits for you to respond but it seems as if you’re thinking. “Who is it?” You ask softly, still not getting it. Tooru sighs dramatically, laying his head against the wall. You were just so clueless.

“It’s you” he says simply watching your facial expression change as if you’re dealing with the new information. “Even if that’s true, I- well your a prince and I am a- a maid, it couldn’t work” You mumble sad you have to reject him despite the fact you would love to be with him.

Tooru pauses for a moment before a smile creeps onto his face. It’s not exactly as if you have a choice if the prince, soon to be king, wanted you to be with him. If he wanted you to be his, you would be his. You didn’t exactly have a choice. “Y/n~ Do you not like me?” Tooru whines, subtly moving closer to you so he can corner you into the wall. “Well n-no, your majesty, that’s not it-” You start only to be cut off again.

“Then what is it? Are you nervous because you’re not royalty?” He asks, noticing the way you pause. He knows you better than anyone else, he can see the look in you’d eyes. Tooru can only chuckle at but at the way you pause after his words, speechless. “So that’s it, hm?” He asks, a smile on his face. You open your mouth to speak, Tooru quickly taking advantage of that to pull you into a passionate kiss.

You bring your hands up to his chest, you want to push him off but you can’t bring yourself to do so. Perhaps it’s your feelings for him that keep you from doing so. It’s a feeling both of you dreamed of. Tooru dreaming of the day this would eventually happen, and you dreaming of it as you thought it would never happen.

Tooru runs his hands on your waist, this being the first time he was touching you that wasn’t your arm or hand. He pulls away, going back in for more kisses but rather on your neck this time. “Your maje-” you start, Tooru immediately putting his finger to your lips, shushing you softly. “It’s Tooru to you, darling” He shushes, backing you up against the wall even more despite you small protests.

“Tooru- what’re you doing?” You ask as Tooru smiles up at you, slowly dropping to his knees. “You’re nervous about because you’re not royalty, I’m showing you how much this prince wants you” he’s says, although it’s a thinly veiled excuse to touch you after having waited so long.

He waited forever for the perfect moment to confess to you, the perfect moment to show you how much he loves you. Tooru kept other male guards and maids away from you because he loves you so much. He kept you out of the maid’s quarters because he loved you so much. He needs to show you all that love.

“T-Tooru, wait-” you call out nervously, Tooru giving you a playful smile before he ducks his head underneath your maids skirt. You can’t see him so the sudden kisses and bites on your thighs send shock waves through your body. You squeal a bit, Tooru ripping down your panties. “Hmm, you’re wet already” Tooru mumbles, his breath hitting your cunt before he gently licks just to hear your small moan in reaction.

You don’t have any time to react before it’s not just small licks, you try to grip on the wall just end up failing and instead placing them on Tooru’s head which is still underneath your dress. You almost topple over at the feeling on him humming, the vibrations sending your vision fuzzy and your brain hazy.

Your stomach tightens as Tooru grips your thighs to keep you stable as he roughly tongue fucks you. You can feel his playful smirk against your skin, he loves feeling you trembling like this. He thinks for a moment, his movements purposeful as he gets even deeper, his nose purposefully rubbing harshly against your clit.

That’s the final straw, you try to grip onto his head, trying to moan his name only for a small whisper to come out. Tooru gladly licks up your orgasm, he’s only waited so long for this.

He would never love anyone else other than you, no matter the things that would be said, he was going to marry you. He was going to make you queen.

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So I’ve been thinking of a role reversal, with maybe a Pokémon hybrid s/o going into heat and (Ingo or Emmet I can’t pick) help their s/o through it but the heat is strong and the s/o accidentally overstimulates them, if that’s okay! Or doesn’t spark inspiration, don’t force yourself!

-Jes

👀👀 You got it! I hope you enjoy this! I ended up taking a bit of time writing this, but I hope you like it! （*＾-＾*） Summary: When you start acting off around the house, your mate Emmet rightfully becomes concerned. When pressed, you tell him your about to begin your heat. Emmet happily agrees to endure it with you after you explain what it entails. When it comes to the act though, Emmet can’t help but feel he didn’t take your warnings about how intense it would be as serious as he should have... CW: Smut, Liepard Hybrid!Reader, overstimulation. Word Count: 3066 Words! - - - 🔞18+🔞

Emmet was a bit concerned, and a bit confused. His partner had been acting off lately the past week. You were a Liepard hybrid. That itself wasn’t unusual, but your actions as of late were becoming concerning, compared to your normal behavior. You two had been dating for almost a year, and this attitude was coming out of nowhere! You seemed to get irritated at the littlest things, and would spend time in the guest room for hours on end. You assured him nothing was wrong, and it wasn’t anything he had done, but he couldn’t help but fret the more he thought about it. It was also hard not to feel a little hurt when he would go to bed, and you were still huddled up in another room, upset over something. When you shut yourself away on his day off, Emmet decided to put his foot down. When you cooled off and finally left the guest room that evening, Emmet decided to sit you down and talk. Why were you acting this way? It was obvious it wasn’t normal behavior. Was it him? Had he done something? He wanted you to be honest, if he had done something, he needed to know. No playing around. You seemed to shrink in on yourself when he demanded to know what was up, your purple tail nervously flicking back and forth on the couch, and your ears were flat against your head. You fiddled with your hands, avoiding eye contact. That was okay, Emmet thought. He could be patient. “I’m not mad at you.” he reassured you. “I just need to know what I’m doing wrong to make you this upset, that is all.” You seemed to fight with yourself for a minute, before sighing. “I’m about to go into heat.” Emmet blinked, his smile twitching. Had he heard that right? “Heat?” he repeated. Emmet wasn’t dumb, he was fully aware of what a heat was. It had never occurred to him that you would go through one. He supposed it made sense, you being a hybrid and all. You nodded, and briefly explained the situation to him. Whenever summer approached, you would go into a heat cycle for about a week. Before this happened, you would get irritated easily at things. Sensitive skin and fur, your senses would sometimes overwhelm you, your hormones would go outta wack, and your sense of smell seemed to increase. Overall, it would screw over your mood half the time. You never wanted to snap at your mate, so you barred yourself away. Emmet thought for a moment, and you anxiously waited for him to say something.

“During your heat…” he began, and your face turned bright red. Your ears and tail twitched. ‘Cute…’ You explained to him it was like any other heat a Pokemon would go through. You would be insatiably horny for a week, your instincts begging you to mate. You’d basically be trying to get pregnant with a litter. Emmet went quiet once more. A litter? He felt his heartbeat rise. His hands twitched, and he thought about his options. He was well off, being a Subway Boss, and you did plenty of online work for a nice bit of savings. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford having some children. Sure they might need to get a bigger home, if you had several kits, but that shouldn’t be a problem. Emmet then thought about the idea of having children with you. It wasn’t like he hasn’t thought about it before. The idea of you swollen with his children had gotten him off on more than one occasion. Then the idea of having little ones running around, playing and laughing? Both you and him smiling as you both held your children in your arms? Emmet felt his heartbeat quicken. Besides, he was fully committed to you. You both were all but officially married, in his eyes. You were his longest relationship yet, and you already referred to him as your mate. All you two lacked were rings at this point. Yes, having a family was sounding more and more appealing by the minute, especially the part that included making them. Meanwhile, you weren’t taking his silence well. “If… If you don’t want me here, that’s fine! I know a place I can go hide out for the week ‘till everything smooths over!” you began, and Emmet’s attention snapped back to you. “I’ll do it.” You froze, and blinked up at him. “Come again?” you asked. Emmet’s grin widened. “I want to have a litter with you. I’ll help you out.” Your expression immediately perked up, and you practically pounced on him, nuzzling and rubbing all over him in a hug. “You mean that? You want to help? Want to have kits?” you asked for clarification, your tail swishing cutely behind you. Emmet held you by your hips, laughing at your eagerness. “Yes. I want kids. I want to help you.” He reiterated. You trilled in excitement, and continued rubbing up against him. “Okay, but just so you know, it won’t be easy.” You told him, now looking him in the eye, now completely serious. You proceeded to warn him just what being in heat would do to you, and would mean. At first, Emmet just assumed you would be horny for a week. Turns out, it was a bit more than that. You would practically be insatiable. If you weren’t sleeping or eating, you would be trying to fuck him, using him to get as much cum in you as possible. He would have to call off work for the week, because after you got started, you would not be letting him leave until it was over. There would be a chance he wouldn’t get a break. You would try to use him, even if he was sleeping. His only bouts of rest would be the brief time after an orgasm, or when you yourself were sleeping. Emmet smugly smiled at you, and told you he would be fine. He’d call his brother and explain the situation, to be ready to expect him to be gone for a week sometime soon. You huffed, your tail flicking, not sure he knew what he was getting into. But if he insisted he’d be fine, you’d let him join you. Emmet was excited. He was sure he could handle this! A week full of sex with you, and a chance to have a bunch of kids? He couldn’t help himself from being ecstatic. He almost wished your heat would come sooner rather than later. Safe to say, he was feeling confident he could handle you. It wasn’t a secret between the two of you that Emmet had a high sex drive. You both tended to fool around multiple times a week at least. You, being a hybrid, seemed to easily match his sex drive with your stamina, almost always eager to get intimate with him. Hell, there have been days where that’s all you two did. Emmet smiled brightly as you briefly scented him. Oh yeah. He could not wait for your heat to start. – Emmet wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke up, but it was sometime before his alarm was set to go off, he was sure. Feeling a burst of pleasure and warmth on his cock, Emmet gasped, and let out a choked moan. Quickly sitting up, Emmet tried rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and thrusted his hips upward with a groan. He felt amazing.

The warmth and friction around his cock seemed to pick up speed, and Emmet howled, falling back onto his pillow. Suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling, Emmet’s arms rapidly searched for something to hold onto as his pleasure built up. Eventually, they landed on whatever was aggressively trying to milk his cock. Emmet didn’t hesitate, and began thrusting upward in earnest. What was happening? Why did he feel so good? When he finally was able to get some of his bearings, some things began to register in his mind. You. You were the one giving him such pleasure. You were bouncing quickly on his cock, fast and wet, chasing your own release. Faintly, he could make out a bunch of moans and mewls from you as you did so. You looked completely out of it. Drool was coming out of your mouth, and you had a cock drunk smile on your face. Your tail twitched and flicked back and forth with each bounce as you awkwardly tried to balance yourself. Another thing he noticed was a heavy scent in the air. It smelled like you, but he wasn’t sure how to describe it. Almost humid like, it was almost suffocating. And yet… Emmet found the more he breathed it in, the better he felt. The smell was almost intoxicating. One final thing he noticed was how messy the covers were. Well, maybe not messy. He couldn’t be sure, the pleasure primarily taking over his senses, but the mess almost looked organized in a way. Pillows placed carefully, sheets tightly knit around them, like a fort, or nest of sorts. When had you made this? Suddenly it all clicked together in his mind.

Your heat.

Oh Arceus you began your heat. Emmet, now with an inkling of what was happening, felt renewed. In an instant, he grabbed your hips, and flipped you onto the bed. Without any hesitation, he began pounding into you hard and fast. You practically squealed at the feeling. Emmet buried his face in your neck, inhaling more of your scent. He didn’t know why, but he felt he had to. It was too addicting. When he decided to bite down, you yowled, and clawed into his back, and tore into his shirt. He’d worry about that later.

When he released your neck, he felt you finally clench down hard around him, and Emmet cursed, seeing white. With a few more thrusts into your warm heat, he came inside, making sure to cum as deep as possible. He stayed inside you for a moment, basking in your scent as you squirmed underneath him, coming down from your own orgasm. He pulled back just enough to look over you. You looked completely blissed out, your cat-like eyes completely blown as you attempted to catch your breath. Emmet giggled at how cute you looked. “Morning, Darling-” he began, but was cut off when you flipped them both, back to your original position. Emmet’s eyes widened in surprise. Sure, you were a hybrid, and was definitely a bit stronger than him, but he had never seen you use such strength like that before. It was kind of hot. Before he could comment, you immediately began rutting your hips against his, rolling them in a way you knew would get him hard quickly. Emmet’s breath caught in his throat at the sparks of pleasure that rolled through his body as you worked him up. He had stamina, and was fairly proud of his ability to bounce back after an orgasm, but not this fast. Not normally. So color him surprised to feel himself already getting hard deep inside you. Emmet bit his lip, and felt blood pool in his mouth. He was sensitive, and you kept going as if you hadn’t even came! If anything, you acted as if you hadn’t even had an orgasm yet. When you finally lifted your hips off of him, and slammed back down, Emmet nearly screamed. He could feel his legs twitching with each bounce, still adjusting from his first orgasm. His hips almost instinctively were thrusting back into your cunt. Despite being sensitive still, he grabbed your hips, and brought you down on his thrusts. It was beginning to be a lot. Emmet could feel himself beginning to sweat a little. It felt as if all his senses were amped up. All he could focus on was the pleasure of pounding into your cunt, the sweet sounds you made, and the scent that lingered in the air. It was almost maddening. Was this what it was like for you? Emmet found he didn’t envy you. Yet, it still felt so good. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Emmet grabbed you, and pulled you to his chest. You made a noise of protest when he stopped you from using him, but quickly let out a moan when Emmet began roughly pistoning into you. It was sloppy, wet and lewd sounding, but Emmet didn’t stop. He felt his mind beginning to blur as he chased his second orgasm. ‘So close so closesoclosesoclose…’ he repeated in his mind. Before he could cum, you let out another loud howl, and bit into his neck this time. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and he came once more. You practically milked him for all he had, with how your cunt tightened and squeezed around him. He thrusted a few more times, making sure you took every drop.

Emmet let out a sigh as he slowed to a stop, and attempted to slow down his breathing. He was definitely awake now. Reaching up, he began to pet you, and rub behind your ears. You happily purred in response. “Darling, I need to get up. I need to call Ingo and let him know I won’t be in for a few days.” He told you, and you whined in response, tightening the grip your legs had around him. Emmet nearly choked. “No. Stay.” You murmured into his ear, before liking the outer shell. Emmet felt himself shiver. “Dear-” he began to sit up, only for you to push him back down, and kiss him. You ground your hips against his, and Emmet bit his lip with a groan. Again? So quickly??

Slowly, you raised your hips, and slowly dropped them down, and Emmet felt his hips twitch. Slowly, you picked up a pace as Emmet’s cock began to harden once more. Emmet’s eyes widened, and his back arched off the mattress. He just came! Too much!! He opened his mouth in a silent moan as his body seemed to alight with pleasure and pain. It was so much! He felt his breath hitch when you picked up the pace even more, clenching down around him. At this rate, he was going to-! You leaned back and ripped his shirt off with your nails, and needily latched onto one of his nipples with your mouth. Emmet thrashed, and came once more, completely unprepared for the assault on his chest. You slowed down a bit, enjoying the feeling of Emmet cumming in you again, before lightly rocking your hips. Tears began to prick his eyes, and he whined. He was already getting exhausted, he hardly had time to breathe! You lightly bit down on his nipple while giving a rougher thrust, and Emmet threw his head back, tears beginning to fall. He was Emmet! He liked winning more than anything! He promised he would help you, and he would! The twin wasn’t going to let a few orgasms beat him just yet! But he was beginning to struggle. He couldn’t deny that. The pain from the friction was becoming more and more noticeable as it rode with the pleasure, and Emmet’s head was beginning to go into a fog. It still felt so good… the way you clenched around him, and continued to milk him. He could practically feel his spent in your cunt with how much he has cum inside you already. He was beginning to feel lost, and dizzy. You felt so good. He was being good for you, right? Was he satisfying you? Emmet felt himself drool. His body felt like electricity was running through his nerves, and began thrusting back up into you once more. You happily bounced back on his cock, meeting his thrusts halfway, mewling around his nipple. After a few thrusts, you picked up your pace, and latched onto the other nipple, and dug your nails into Emmet’s hips. Emmet came with a silent scream, his orgasm almost painful with how hard he came. His hips twitched erratically, before they collapsed onto the mattress. You didn’t move. Emmet felt himself finally breathe. Slowly, you lifted yourself off of his dick, and Emmet let out a sob at the sensation. Just the feeling of you moving was enough to hurt, and drive him to tears. You moved around him, though Emmet wasn’t sure what you were doing. He could hardly think, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as his body ached. “Emmet, sweetheart?” he heard you call out through the haze in his mind. He merely let out a noise to let you know he heard you. “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, seeing how utterly wrecked your mate looked. Gently, you placed a hand at the back of his head in his hair, and Emmet sighed at the softer touch. Emmet felt you move around, reaching for something nearby. You then placed your hand back behind his head, and lifted it. He made a noise of protest. “Honey, you need to drink some water. We both do.” you said, oh so gently. Emmet cracked an eye open, and you smiled. You looked just as wrecked as he felt.

Slowly, you put a water bottle to his lips, and he began to drink in earnest. When you pulled the water bottle away, you set his head down, and ran your hand through his hair. Emmet let out a soft sigh, the gentle contact helping him finally relax. “I’ll go get your phone to call Ingo, okay? Then I’ll make us some breakfast. After that, you can get some rest. I’ll be fine for a few hours.” you assured, and Emmet gave you a hum. You leaned over, and gently kissed his eyelids, before pecking his lips, and getting up to grab his phone. Emmet felt the fog beginning to leave his head, and he groaned. He should have taken your warnings seriously. And yet, he couldn’t deny how content he felt as his mind drifted off, with you taking care of him. You were quick to help clean him up, and make sure he was hydrated, and even massaged his muscles. It was incredibly domestic, and Emmet’s chest grew warm with how much Perhaps he would enjoy this more than he thought, even if was for entirely different reasons.

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Worth it (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) Part 2/2

Summary: Your arranged marriage to Anthony seems fine, until it doesn’t.

Warnings: marriage, implied sex, angst-ish, fluff, pregnancy, crying, if you notice anything else let me know :)

Word count: 2.5k

The season passed in a blur with countless flowers and conversations that filled you with expectations about your marriage to the Viscount, you truly felt like love was around the corner for both of you and it was a matter of time for that corner to be turned. He was everything you had expected and more, you could tell he was wary about letting you in but didn’t want to push him so you let him open himself to you at his own pace. The had been some stolen looks, kisses on your knuckles that had lasted a little longer than they should and hand a bit lower than what was acceptable when you danced. To say the courting had been successful was the understatement of the season in your opinion, by the time the wedding day came you were counting down the minutes before you finally became Lady (y/n) Bridgeton.

Your wedding ceremony was short and the carriage ride to Anthony’s bachelor townhouse was even shorter. The wedding night had come with a surprisingly low amount of events, your virginity had been taken the sweetest of ways, with many kisses and whispered promises of pleasure that came true. By the end of the day, you were as happy as can be, laying on your husband's chest, feeling his heartbeat slowing down and smelling the sweet vanilla scent of his skin.

When you woke up the next morning the bed was empty and he had already left to work in his study back in the main Bridgerton home. He didn’t return until late in the evening and you were waiting for him so you could have dinner together.

“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said while taking a sip of his wine.

“It’s nothing, I like that we are finally spending some time together”

Anthony just nodded and continued eating in silence.

“How was your day?” You pushed for conversation, you had been alone all day and could really use some conversation with someone different than your maid, who was terrified of speaking freely.

“It was busy” he answered simply “how was your day?” He asked after seeing the face you made at his short answer.

“It was also very busy, I reorganized the books in the library, had the kitchen staff do an inventory on the pantry, and send the maids to the market to get some flowers for the table tops” you narrated proudly, hoping he might appreciate the way you ran the home.

“Good to see you’re settling in, darling” his small praise made you smile a little.

“You don’t mind that I changed some things?” You asked somewhat concerned by his silence.

“It is your home, you’re free to do whatever you please with it,” he said dismissively.

“It’s our home, Anthony, I want to make it perfect for you too”

After dinner, he walked you to the bedroom and after a couple of heated kisses you fell in his arms once again, the pleasure he gave you was addictive. Despite his cold attitude towards you in other aspects of your life, it was in the bedroom where you felt hopeful for a future where you both might learn to truly love each other, and then he would sneak out every morning making you feel like a worthless whore.

And so your days continued like this, every night was filled with passion and every day was lonely. You couldn’t even go to the Bridgerton home, you had been taught that a married lady was not to go out without her husband, so your heart slowly filled with sadness as you spent day after day alone in the townhouse. Anthony was none the wiser because he simply thought you enjoyed being by yourself, so it never occurred to him to invite you to his family’s home or anywhere else.

A month into your marriage you found out you were with child. You were extremely happy and Anthony had shown himself to be happy as well, but then that night he didn’t come home for dinner and didn’t make an appearance in your bedroom. He was more and more distant until four months had passed and he disappeared for two full weeks before you saw him again.

It was on the day of your birthday, and he had only gone to your room because the butler told him you had been very sick that day. When he entered the room he found you seating on the bed hugging your knees close to your chest, your eyes puffy from crying and silent tears still streaming down your face. You weren’t upset he had forgotten your birthday, you had never celebrated it so it didn’t matter he didn’t remember it.

“What happened? Is everything well? Is the baby-“

“Your child is quite well, Lord Bridgerton” you interrupted in the coldest tone he had ever heard from you “to what do I owe this joyous visit?”

“I apologize for my absence, I have been very busy” he answered measly.

“I figured out that much, husband” the word was said with venom.

“Are you upset with me?” He asked offended, you had never treated him so coldly.

“I am upset with myself” you started with a pained chuckle “I don’t need you to try and comfort me because you did nothing wrong, that is the reason for my anger” a small sob escaped your lips “I was taught to be a good wife, that my only job was to give my husband heirs and to keep the house running and I understood that and I didn’t fight it because at least I would have children to fill my life with love and a husband who at the very least would acknowledge me and my efforts”

“I-“

“I don’t want you to feel like you should change or apologize, this is not your fault, I feel miserable because I filled my heart with hopes and dreams of love but that’s just not how life is, at least not mine” you harshly wiped your eyes before finishing “I understand my place now, I’m nothing but a child-bearer for you and that’s fine because you didn’t even pick me in the first place” you got up from bed and opened the door for him “please leave me alone, I will be fine”

“I can’t just leave you here alone, have you even eaten today? In your condition-“

“Your child is perfectly well, my lord” your tone had turned icy once again “please go, I am tired and want to rest”

Unable to do anything else, Anthony left the room and went back to his family’s home. His mother had insisted for him to take you there that night, but seeing your state he didn’t even bother asking if you wanted to go. When he got there he was surprised to see the dining room fully decorated, his whole family dressed in their best clothes, even Daphne and Simon had paid a visit.

“Where is (y/n)?” Asked Violet.

“She’s not feeling very well” answered Anthony looking at the table that was filled with all his wife’s favorite food “What is happening? Why are you all here dressed as if you are attending a ball?”

“Anthony, please for the love of God almighty, tell me you didn’t forget your wife’s birthday!” Violet couldn’t keep his composure, how could Anthony be so clueless.

“I-I’ve been so busy lately supervising the building of the new house, it didn’t even occur to me that it was her birthday” Anthony felt terrible, as he should.

“It’s bad enough she doesn’t like us, son” Violet sighed, seating on the table “And now she thinks we don’t care for her birthday”

“Where did you get that idea, mother?” Daphne couldn’t help but ask “When she writes to us she says wonderful things about our family”

“Then why hasn’t she visited since the wedding?” This time it was Colin asking “Mother sent a tea invitation shortly after they got married and she never showed up, sent a poor letter apologizing but did not explain why she didn’t show”

“I might have an explanation for that” Simon spoke up “My aunt was a terribly strict mother, taught her that a wife was nothing more than a child-bearer and had no liberties like men do, for example: going out unaccompanied”

“Has she been out of the house since you married, brother?” asked Eloise, turning to face Anthony who was still frozen at the doorstep.

“I don’t believe so” he entered the room and sat defeated “I just thought she enjoyed being at home by herself, god!” he rubbed his hands down his face.

“I can’t believe it, the poor thing” lamented Violet.

“She hasn’t left the house in almost half a year” concluded Benedict.

“And here we were, refusing to visit thinking she had rejected mother,” said Colin.

“I would like to clarify, I never agreed with losing contact with her over one missed invitation” added Eloise, gaining the glares of everyone present.

“It matters not what we thought nor does it matter what has happened in the past” began Violet “right now I want you to go pick her up and bring her here, she deserves to be celebrated, especially after everything we put her through,” she told her eldest child, pushing him to stand and go to the door.

Anthony mounted the carriage and urged the coachman to hurry home and as soon as he got there he ran up the stairs to your room and burst through the door, jolting you awake.

“I am so sorry, love,” ha said kneeling on your bedside “I never knew you didn’t leave the house because you thought you couldn’t, you are free to do as you please, darling” he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles “I didn’t mean to make you feel trapped in your own home, and I am sorry if you felt like I abandoned you” he caressed your face and wiped some tears that had fallen without your notice.

“You did abandon us,” you said, trying to pull your hand from his grasp with your other hand protecting your belly.

“I was merely supervising the building of our new home, I was hoping I could surprise you before the baby arrived” he explained, now seating by your side “I can’t possibly ask my family to leave their home but I know how much you love that house, and so I chose to build a similar one not too far from here”

“You are building me a house?” You asked incredulously, hardly anything could justify his absence but this was in fact a reasonable explanation.

“Yes, love” he once again caressed your face “A home for our family” at that your eyes filled with tears, this time from happiness.

You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying with your face buried in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and shushing you softly to calm down your cries. You spent a while holding each other until he suddenly broke you two apart, remembering his family that was still waiting for you both to show up.

“My beautiful wife, I must take you out of the comforts of your bed” he began, apologetic “My family is expecting you in their home to celebrate your birthday with a lavish dinner”

“Heavens! You should’ve started with that” you ran to your door and called out for your maid “I don’t think I have a dress for such occasion, non that would fit me now, that’s certain”

You opened your trunk and began taking out your chemise and all other items you had to wear under your dress in such cold weather. You took off your nightgown not caring Anthony was there, he had seen it all before, after you had put on your chemise your maid ran in and help you put on the rest of your garments and helped you squeeze your small baby bump in the dress you had worn for one of the first balls you attended when Anthony was courting you. She put your hair in a quick updo and even managed to coerce Anthony into putting on your stockings and your shoes while she did your hair. With all that rush and hard work, you managed to be ready in under an hour and still made it to the dinner at a reasonable hour (half past 9 is reasonable, right?).

At the Bridgerton home, you were welcomed with warm embraces and merry wishes on your special day. You all sat around the table and ate the feast that had sadly grown cold. Colin didn’t seem to mind as he devoured everything in sight, prompting Violet to chastise him softly. You, however, ate small bites because the pregnancy had caused your stomach to be upset easily and you didn’t wish to offend anyone by running out of the room to empty your stomach. Anthony watched you eat and held your hand atop the table, smiling as he watched you laugh and converse with his family.

“Is the food not good enough?” Asked Violet seeing your plate almost full.

“It is just perfect, my stomach has just been iffy since the start of the pregnancy” you answered smiling apologetically, Anthony choked on his wine because he realized at that very moment that he had forgotten to tell his family about your condition.

“You’re with child? Those are wonderful news!” Exclaimed Violet with a large smile “When did you found out?”

“Four months ago” you turned to glare at Anthony “I assumed your son had told you”

“How could you conceal such joyous information from your mother?” Violet then noticed her eldest daughter had become quiet, as well as her husband “Did you know, Daphne?”

“I was aware of it, yes” Daphne admitted ashamed “I too assumed Anthony had told you”

“You assumed my eldest son had told me about his wife’s pregnancy and I had decided not to mention any of it in our letters?”

“I-I’m, yes?” Benedict and Colin snorted with laughter hearing their sister’s answer.

Violet only shook her head with a small smile, her children were truly a wonder. Anthony was nervous that you’d get mad at him for not telling them, but one look at your laughing face told him he didn’t need to worry.

Later that evening you both laid in bed after yet another passion-filled encounter, your breathing slow and even making Anthony think you were asleep. He was caressing your naked back with feather-like touches, kissing your sweaty forehead every few minutes.

“I love you” you sighed, kissing his chest “You need not feel the same, I just want you to know how I feel”

He took a shaky breath before answering.

“I also am in love with you, darling” he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head so you’d look at him “sometimes I’m scared of just how much I love you” he kissed you slow and deep, pouring all his love into the action.

The kiss was unlike any other you had shared before, this one was full of promise and hope. It filled you with love and certainty, you were now sure that no matter how difficult the road to Anthony’s heart had been, even if you didn’t want it at first, it had all been worth it.

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