#and maybe someone gets pregnant 🫢

[whoblewboobear]

Thinking about Porter’s daughter again 🤧 idk if she’d be too shocked finding out her dad tried to make an apocalypse happen bc he failed being a god. I think she’d be so conflicted bc she’s adventuring now. She stops people like him all the time. And when he died, her parent didn’t hold back in telling her that the reason they and Porter divorced is bc Porter fucking killed them.

I do think Sierra had a good relationship with her dad growing up. She loves her dad, and when they reconnect bc he’s alive- she’s just kinda like “oh I knew nothing about you like.. at all.” And that’s rough to realize. He bought her her first weapon and showed how to use it, she’s a barbarian because of him.

It’s hard to see him as cruel. He was the fun parent for her. Of course she adores Zel. Their relationship is just as strong as her relationship with Porter.

Ough and if Porter asks if she wants to meet his new partner??? I think she’d really like Jace a lot, like very much in a ‘hey, let’s take a walk and smoke weed and talk’ kinda vibe between them. She’s maybe in her late 20s/early 30s. She’s not trying to be the step-daughter. But- I do think she warns Jace that Porter killed her mother- resurrected- but still did kill. And Jace admits Porter did the same. And they both just go quiet because it makes something’s very real and very clear.

Jace doesn’t make to argue for Porter, he’s still hurt by his own death. He loves him, but he doesn’t know what could happen and that’s fucking terrifying. And Sierra likes Jace and wants to be happy for her dad. She sees how happy he looks when he looks at Jace, how excited he gets when talking about some place they went together or some joke Jace told. She wants to be happy but…

When they circle back around the block she takes Jace’s hands and looks at him. “If anything happens, call me okay?” She doesn’t know if she’d be able to go through with killing her dad if it came up, but she’s a hero right? An adventurer. They make the tough calls and do what’s necessary. She could do it.

She sees her dad through the window and he looks like he used to when Zel would drop her off on the weekends when she was little. She loved those weekends and she loves her dad, but she can kill him.

Jace starts thinking about if he could. He was caught off guard the first time. He let his guard down, more so now. He let Porter move in, sleep in the same bed, start an honest and true life with him.. would he kill him? He could. He’s strong enough, but would he?

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hello)) Blame this on my grandma, I watched too many soap operas with her growing and we still do it 😂

So basically 2022 James x younger reader maybe she was his sponsor after he got out of rehab after 2019 relapse and she stayed him him during the pandemic (let’s pretend he divorced earlier than 2022, im not a home wrecker) and obviously it evolved into romance. Since he got vasectomy, they kinda weren’t very careful with protection, but it’s actually proven that these can fail, so she finds out she’s pregnant. Of course he doesn’t believe her and thinks she cheated and demands a DNA test. Having no options and feeling betrayed by his behavior, she moves out and they do a tests a few months later. Of course it comes back confirming he’s the father, but she also sends him something like NDA saying that she will never file for child support and will not disclose him as the father + the note that she doesn’t want to do anything with him as he betrayed her by accusing her of cheating. So the moment they have a break in tour he comes to beg for forgiveness? It takes her a while but she finds the strength to forgive him? And then she even joins them on tour and even goes to labour at the end of one of their shows (that’s actually happened with one of the fans)

Damn those TV shows did make sure my fantasies run wild 🫢

Don’t worry, how many times watching a series I made a lot of mental films (and it’s better not to know them🤭) I hope you will like it!❤

A New Beginning

I could still hear the echo of the accusations in my head, ringing louder than the sound of the tour buses or the distant crowds that gathered for Metallica’s show tonight. “You cheated, didn’t you? You couldn’t have gotten pregnant by me… it’s impossible!”

I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the flood of hurt that still rose in my chest every time I thought about it. I’d never cheated, never given him a reason to doubt me. I had stood by him through his darkest moments, through rehab, through the pandemic lockdowns when the world felt like it was falling apart. I gave him my heart, my love, my everything. And in return, he gave me distrust.

The memory of how we met flickered in my mind like an old film reel—those early days, before the weight of fame and fear crushed us under its heel.

I had been his sponsor after his 2019 relapse. A fresh face among the older, battle-worn members of the program, I hadn’t expected to be assigned to someone like James. I still remember that first meeting—how he slouched into the room, the weight of the world on his shoulders, his eyes distant, almost lifeless. His tattoos were visible beneath the sleeve of his worn-out leather jacket, and his hands trembled slightly as he held a paper cup of coffee, more like a shield than a drink.

He was a legend, a rock god, someone I had grown up listening to, but none of that mattered in that room. There, he was just another man struggling to find his way back from the brink.

I had introduced myself, unsure of how someone like me could even begin to help someone like him. But as the days passed, we found an unexpected rhythm. He was raw, real, and unfiltered, and I wasn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit when he tried to downplay his struggles.

“You’re not invincible, you know,” I had told him once during one of our private sessions, my arms crossed as I stared at him down. He had tried to laugh it off, but I didn’t let him. “You might be James Hetfield to the world, but in here? You’re just another person trying to get better. And if you want this to work, you’re going to have to face the hard stuff.”

To my surprise, instead of pushing back, he had listened. Really listened. And slowly, over time, the walls he had built around himself started to crumble. We spent hours talking, not just about his addiction, but about life, music, and everything in between. I saw glimpses of the man beneath the rock star, the man who had been buried under years of fame and pressure.

The pandemic hit not long after, and somehow, through all the uncertainty and isolation, we grew closer. What started as a professional relationship morphed into something else—something deeper, more intimate. The nights were long, filled with shared stories and quiet moments where it felt like we were the only two people left in the world. And somewhere in the midst of it all, I fell in love with him.

He was still broken in so many ways, but I loved him for it. I thought I could help him heal. I thought I could be the one to put him back together.

But I hadn’t expected him to break me in the process.

Now, months later, here I was, sitting alone in the apartment I had moved into after his betrayal. The DNA test had proved him wrong, of course. The baby was his. But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.

I absentmindedly placed a hand on my growing belly, feeling the flutter of movement beneath my fingertips. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. He knew now, without a doubt, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about what he thought. I had sent him the NDA weeks ago, making it clear I didn’t want anything from him. No child support. No public acknowledgment. Nothing. It was his choice to betray me, to accuse me of something so vile, and I would never forget that.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I hesitated for a moment, not expecting anyone. Slowly, I stood, heart racing for reasons I couldn’t quite place, and opened the door.

It was him.

James stood there, looking more worn out than I had ever seen him. His eyes were puffy, as if he hadn’t slept well for days, and his shoulders were hunched, weighed down by regret. His gaze met mine, and for the first time in months, I saw something I hadn’t expected—tears. He blinked them away quickly, but not before one slid down his cheek.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice steady even though my emotions were anything but.

He shifted nervously, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. “Can I come in?”

I wanted to slam the door in his face. I wanted to tell him to leave and never come back, but a part of me—a small, treacherous part—still longed for the man I had once loved, the man I had thought he was before everything went to hell. So, against my better judgment, I stepped aside and let him in.

The silence that settled between us was heavy, oppressive. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to speak, to explain why he was here after everything he had done.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice rough and low. “I’m so sorry.”

I didn’t respond. What was there to say? Sorry wasn’t going to erase the hurt or make up for the months of pain I’d gone through because of his accusations.

“I was scared,” he continued, taking a hesitant step toward me. “I didn’t want to believe it because… I didn’t think I deserved it. You, the baby… any of it. I thought it was too good to be true, and I freaked out. I messed up. I know I did.”

“Damn right, you did,” I snapped, my emotions finally bubbling over. “I gave you everything, James. I stood by you when no one else did, and the second I needed you, you turned your back on me. You accused me of cheating—like I was some random groupie. Do you have any idea how that felt?”

His eyes dropped to the floor, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I know. I know, and I hate myself for it. I was wrong. You didn’t deserve that.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

He looked up at me, his eyes brimming with emotion. “I want to make things right. I can’t take back what I said, but I want to be there for you—for the baby. Please… I can’t lose you.”

For a long moment, I just stared at him, the weight of his words hanging in the air. His lips trembled, his hands shaking as they reached out for me, and that’s when I saw it—more tears. They fell silently, streaking down his face, and it shook me to my core. James Hetfield, the man who never showed vulnerability, was standing in front of me, broken and pleading.

“You already lost me,” I whispered, feeling my heart crack all over again. “The moment you accused me, you lost me.”

He took another step closer, his hands reaching for mine but stopping short when I didn’t move. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I’m sorry, that I love you.”

I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over, torn between the love I still felt for him and the pain he had caused. “It’s not that simple.”

“I know,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “But I’m not giving up. I’m going to fight for you, for us. I love you. I always have.”

The vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion, broke something in me. For the first time in months, I saw the man I had fallen in love with, the man who had been buried beneath his fears and insecurities.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

James nodded, his eyes glistening. “I’ll earn it back. I promise.”

We stood there, both of us broken and scarred, but maybe—just maybe—there was a chance to heal. I wasn’t ready to forgive him, not yet. But as I looked into his eyes, I realized I wasn’t ready to walk away either.

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Months had passed since that heart-wrenching conversation, and though the pain hadn’t entirely vanished, we had started to rebuild—piece by fragile piece. James and I had taken things slow. He had apologized countless times, not only with words but with his actions, showing up for every doctor’s appointment, staying by my side during the hardest days of pregnancy, and fighting to earn back the trust he had shattered.

By the time the band’s tour kicked off, I had grown more comfortable with the idea of us—tentatively agreeing to join him for a few weeks. There was something cathartic about seeing him on stage, in his element, pouring his heart into the music. It was the same passion I had fallen for, the raw energy that made him who he was.

That night, the crowd roared as the band played their set. I stood backstage, watching James from behind the curtain. The energy of the performance was electrifying, but as the night wore on, I felt an unusual pressure in my belly. It started out mild, but soon a sharp pain gripped me. I pressed a hand to my stomach, my breathing becoming shallow.

I knew what it was. The baby was coming.

Another wave of pain surged, and I leaned against the wall, trying to steady myself, but it was no use. My knees buckled slightly, and panic flared in my chest. No, not now, not during the concert!

I winced, unable to call out over the blaring music and the chaos of the backstage area. The crew was bustling around, completely unaware of my situation. My vision blurred, but I managed to catch the eye of a stagehand nearby, my voice barely a whisper as I gasped, “Get… James…”

Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw the state I was in. Without hesitation, she rushed off, navigating through the flurry of activity until she reached the side of the stage. She tapped on the shoulder of the band’s tour manager, urgently pointing toward me, and within moments, a message was relayed to James over the in-ear monitors.

It didn’t take long. Within seconds, James glanced toward the side of the stage, his expression shifting from focused to alarmed. The guitar in his hands stilled mid-song, and the rest of the band kept playing as he tore off his in-ear monitors, rushing offstage toward me.

By the time he reached me, another contraction hit. I was clutching my stomach, struggling to breathe.

“The baby’s coming,” I managed to say between breaths, my voice weak. “Now.”

James’ face went pale. “Oh God, okay, okay… we need to get you to the hospital.”

He quickly helped me up, supporting me as I leaned on him, and together we moved through the maze of equipment and crew members. The sirens wailed in the distance as we made our way to the ambulance parked outside.

Once inside, James squeezed my hand tightly, his brow furrowed in worry. “You’re going to be okay. I’m right here,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, but I could hear the tremor beneath it.

The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity, each contraction more intense than the last. James stayed focused on me, whispering encouraging words, but I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital, and I was rushed into the delivery room. The world outside faded as I focused on the task at hand, the pain consuming me but accompanied by James' steady presence.

 

After what felt like hours, the moment finally arrived. The cries of our baby filled the room, and I looked at James, who stood by my side, tears streaming down his face.

 James leaned down to press a soft kiss to my forehead, the weight of the past finally began to lift. The room was filled with the soft coos of our newborn daughter, and in that moment, I felt a warmth spreading through me—a mixture of hope and love that I had thought lost forever.

“Can you believe we made her?” James asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced down at our daughter, who was peacefully nestled in my arms.

I smiled, my heart swelling with emotion. “She’s perfect.”

“Just like her mom,” he said, looking back at me with eyes full of adoration. There was a sincerity in his gaze that sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of everything we had been through together.

He gently reached for our daughter, and I carefully transferred her into his arms. The moment our baby was in his embrace, his expression softened, transforming into one of sheer wonder. He gazed down at her as if he had just been handed the greatest treasure in the world.

“Look at her,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “She has your smile.”

I watched as James became utterly enchanted, rocking her softly as if to soothe a restless heart. “But those eyes,” he continued, his breath catching in his throat, “she has my eyes.”

I leaned closer, gazing at our daughter, and my heart swelled with love as I saw the truth in his words. “You’re right. She has your eyes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “And your spirit, I can tell already.”

James grinned, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I can’t believe I get to be her dad,” he said, emotion pouring from him. “I promise to always be here for you, for both of you. I want to build a future—a real future—with you.”

A thrill of excitement raced through me. “Really? You mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, looking up at me, his gaze steady and sincere. “I’ve learned so much about myself, about us. I won’t let fear or mistakes dictate our lives anymore. I want to be a family, to share every moment with you.”

As he continued to cradle our daughter, a soft smile spread across his face. “I can’t wait to teach her about music, to show her the world,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “I want to be the dad who’s always there, who shows up to every recital, every birthday. I want her to know she’s loved.”

My heart raced at his words, overwhelmed by the love radiating from him. “I want that too,” I said, feeling tears of joy prick at my eyes. “I want to share everything—the good and the bad.”

James took my hands in his, his grip warm and reassuring. “Then let’s do it together. One step at a time.”

As he leaned in, our foreheads touched, and the world around us faded into a soft blur. In that moment, everything felt right. We were two people, imperfect yet wholly devoted to each other, standing on the brink of a new chapter.

“I love you, James,” I breathed, feeling a sense of peace enveloping me.

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Always.”

With a renewed sense of hope for our future, we shared a tender kiss, the promise of a beautiful life ahead lingering in the air.

As he continued to cradle our daughter, he looked down at her with a mixture of awe and determination. “You’re going to be so loved,” he said, his voice a gentle whisper. “And we’re going to take care of each other, always.”

Together, we would face whatever came next—hand in hand, heart to heart, as a family.

[moochalove]

Last Nights Mistakes and New Beginnings (Pt. 3)

(yandere!kazuha x pregnant!reader x scaramouche)

This one took me awhile to write bcs I was thinking about all the possibilities….. 🥹 I think i’m okay with how this one turned out… I promise the baby will become relevant 🗣️ (next part, trust)

word count: guys next part i’ll add a word count i promise…

not proofread 🫢 just pretend my mistakes aren’t present 😋

TW: Alcohol mention

You try to get up out of bed but there’s a weight on you. Opening your eyes you’re met with the sight of Kazuha, he’s resting on you so peacefully. It totally contradicts his actions from before. He’s holding onto you as if you were about to disappear. Trying to recall why he was here causes your mind to feel numb but also ache.

Once you realize your position your heart starts beating faster and faster. Was he gonna keep you inside by force? Or was he gonna just get up and leave? That’s something he’s good at doing… But from what you know he probably won’t wanna let you go so soon… Should you kick and scream your way out? Hmm… It wouldn’t be too ideal to run out of your house buttass naked either… If you had to you would. Or… You could try and manipulate Kazuha into thinking you’re willing to accept him as he is and coax him into letting you outside even for a second before bolting to one of your acquainted neighbors' homes. Surely they’ll understand and let you in, that is if you can make it to them before he catches up with you. You know for a fact the door is unlocked since he’s been glued to you ever since he broke in.

Going through with this plan meant you would learn shame and humiliation but if it meant getting your freedom back and possibly this creep locked up, you knew you could do it. You had to.

Hands snake up into his cream-colored hair, gently massaging circles into his scalp. He returns the favor, arms with slight a bulk hug around your waist, his head lays on your chest, “You’re up.” You want to push him away and curl up into a ball but you know in order for your plan to work you’ll need to be open with him. “I’m sorry about earlier, maybe I was overreacting… Will you forgive me?” eyebrows furrow with deceptive guilt as you pout ever so slightly. Pulling him into a hug you can feel him smile into your neck, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” If only you could truly be clean of his touch, at first you treasured it but now it’s something you want to run from. “I’ll go get the warm water started, wait here.” After placing a small kiss on your cheeks he leaves your room, leaving the door open so he can keep an eye on you.

You take this chance to grab your phone and message Scara since he’s the only one who understands the situation to some extent-

“He got me. send help.” Alongside the message you send your address, someone will surely come help this time.

You shove the phone into a pillowcase and leave it on the floor. Rushing to lay back down and act like nothing happened Kazuha walks back into the room before scooping you up with ease (no matter your size) and is carrying you to the bathroom.

Holding a clear glass of what looks to be water? He nudges it against your lips implying for you to open. Hesitantly parting your lips you slowly gulp down the liquids. Once it passes your throat you’re coughing it up, it was alcohol. Instinctively your face scrunches up and you fear the worst for your baby, you’d rather consume no alcohol during your time but unfortunately, you weren’t able to do so. Kazuha on the other hand is laughing at the way you choke and cough it up, he takes a swig of it before he kisses you, forcing more down your throat. “We drank that the night we met, don’t you remember? Actually, probably not. It’s pretty strong,”

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Scaramouche had been napping lightly on his uncomfortable bed. He shoots up immediately when his phone goes off, blurry eyes scan through the short message, and he’s immediately calling the authorities. Much to his surprise, they called him to the station that wasn’t too far. They wanted to see the message to make sure it wasn’t some cruel joke. Running as fast as his legs would take him he finally arrived at the police station clutching his phone in hand. Quickly pulling up the message he shows them it, immediately they realize they got a call from the same number a while ago they decide it’s worth investigating.

Someone at the front desk tries to calm him down and assure him you’ll be okay but he’s more angry at himself. He should’ve just stayed with you, even if it meant Kazuha would be upset with him, not like it meant much to him anyway. After a few minutes of beating himself up an image of you flashes in his mind calming him down.

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You can’t really remember much but all of a sudden you’re in a beautiful dress, your makeup is done slightly, and your hair is awfully soft from being brushed. Pacing around the living room you’re hiccuping every couple of minutes and your face feels hot. Every time you try to form a coherent thought it feels like it’s being melted away by something invisible. Suddenly your hand is clasped by a large one, it strokes your thumb and gives your own an affirming squeeze. He holds onto your shoulder and you both start to sway to the soft music in the background. Laying your head on his chest with a gentle smile you hold onto him dearly as his hand snakes around your waist as he spins you around before dipping in for a kiss. Upon release, you smile happily as giggles erupt from your chest. Everything feels so wrong but you can’t seem to distinguish the fact that it’s wrong.

There’s a loud bang on the door that causes you to hold your head. Something about it is familiar. He lays you on the couch and places a blanket over you to keep you warm from the cold outside air.

To his surprise it was two policemen, they tried poking their heads inside but were stopped by Kazuha shifting his body.

“Can I help you?” he asked so innocently. “We received a report of domestic violence and we just wanted to confirm everything was alright.”

“Is that so… Well, my niece did accidentally call the authorities. Although me and my girlfriend have been drinking, perhaps we were being too loud-“

“We would like to come in and inspect the house.” without warning they push him aside and immediately they are met with a wasted you.

“Kazu~ You didn’f tell me you w-hic were inviting people over!” Lazily throwing the blanket off of you and attempt to stand but immediately fall back onto the couch. “Mmm sorry, can’t seem to hic- stand..”

“How much have you been drinking?” one of the cops asked flatly. “Mmm not mmmuch- hic” your words slurred. “Would you happen to have your phone on you?” he seemed fed up with your drunken behavior. “I don’t… I don’t know where it’s a-at…” a sudden wave of sleepiness crashed over you, you stretched out your limbs before curling into the blanket. Once you sober up you’re going to regret your actions.

“Well, she’s out cold.” Kazuha rubbed the back of his neck before apologizing quietly to the officers. Before they left they wanted to inspect the house quickly, so he showed them around, in the bedrooms, bathrooms, backyard, and kitchen. They seemed impressed with how nice the house was and with Kazuha’s smooth talking they were out just as quick as they came in. Once again, he apologized for the inconvenience and wished them a good night.

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Once the cops return they tell him the situation and he probably misunderstood it. Scara is a mess inside his head. Guess you really can’t rely on cops to do anything, huh. He needed to get to you and confirm you’re safe and sound if he didn’t want you around someone like Kazuha at first- he most definitely doesn’t want you around him now. It’s already late and if those cops were telling the truth, which he doesn’t see why they would lie, you’d probably be sleeping. (Hopefully not comfortably in Kazuha’s arms) Huffing out a sigh he walks back home. Even though you officially just met he’s fallen so hard for you, this wouldn’t be the first time.

You don’t remember since it was so long ago but you both used to be childhood friends. Both of your parents were always busy with work-related stuff and it was too easy to leave you both at a daycare. At first, you didn’t get along, both of you would argue about which color was better, which fruit, who had a better imaginary friend, and the list goes on... Over time you both learned to agree with one another and eventually, you started sharing things. The staff were always amazed at how you both went from disliking each other to practically being glued to each other. After some time your mother decided to quit her job so you wouldn’t feel alone so she pulled you out from daycare. This had Scaramouche confused and hurt. Did you dislike him? Had he done something wrong? Maybe he was being mean and didn’t notice. Ever since you left the staff noticed how he played by himself in the corner often with a scowl on his face. It felt like a part of him was missing.

Once again, both of you are now in middle school. Immediately he recognized you but held his tongue. Your seat was in front of his for art class but you never seemed to talk to anyone other than your friends. He wanted so bad to talk to you but could never build up the courage. Throughout the whole year you never once spoke to each other, he took it pretty hard… After all that time, you’re still upset with him.

The final time you see him is in high school, you’re both sophomores. You had dropped something in the hallway outside of your homeroom, a very fancy mechanical pen, to be exact. Scaramouche didn’t grow up poor but he wasn’t too fond of asking for specific things because he didn’t want his mom to think he was interested in it and end up buying him boxes of said things. It immediately caught his eye, he looked around before he went down to snatch it. His face went cold with fear when someone else’s hand bumped into his. Usually, he was careful with these things yet this time he would surely get caught. Immediately he played it off with an awkward laugh before pulling away, yet his heart skipped a beat when he was met with familiar e/c orbs staring back at him. It’s not awkward at all, staring into each other’s eyes it looks like you both long to say something but it’s immediately cut short when both of your friends approach from behind.

“Hey Y/n, what’s taking you so long- is this guy tryna steal from you- Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll make sure he never tries to steal from others again-!”Breaking the longing stares you turn around to call down your Oni friend Itto. “Woah woah- Calm down Itto- Nobody is trying to steal anything from anyone- Kokomi come get him, please.” She yanked him by the back of his jacket, trying to ease the situation by removing him.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should pick on someone your own size, buddy.” Replied a certain ginger who looked like he was already throwing off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves.

“For goodness sake- we’re going to be late. Let’s go!” The tall blond lady replied in annoyance, she’s pinching the bridge of her nose.

Scaramouche awkwardly picks up the pencil before handing it back to you. After that, he just removes himself from the situation.

Childe is yanking Itto’s longer hair, in return Itto has his larger hand on Childe’s face, and both look ready to take a swing at each other. A small crowd has formed around them both. Signora simply grabs Childe by the scruff of his shirt before dragging him away. “You’re making a scene, ugh. All over one measly pen. Pathetic, both of you.” Signora’s scoldings were always hard and cold. “It doesn’t matter I already returned it-“ “Oh? Who knew you had a heart! I’m sure that girl is practically head over heels for you now.” She spat coldly as she navigated both of them through the crowd of people who gathered to watch the brawl, halfway through she dropped Childe, “Ow- thought I was getting a free ride to class, guess not.” “As if, I just got my nails done. Now on your feet.” Scaramouche laughed at their interactions, he knew some people might view them as cold and scary but to him they were his friends. “What are you laughing at, it’s creeping me out.” Signora feigned a disgusted voice but she was also smiling. “Oh, nothing. Let’s get to class, Teach is probably mad that we’re late.”

Meanwhile back at your group Kokomi is scolding Itto in a mean voice, the next second she’s apologizing to the teacher in a calm and collected voice. Itto doesn’t really care he’s more upset that someone tried stealing from his friend. He immediately stands straight when he hears Shinobu’s cold voiced ask what all the commotion was. He should probably run…

You, on the other hand, are fiddling with the pen. Have you met that person before? He looked like he knew you and wanted to say something.

Originally you wanted to thank him (even though he was trying to steal your expensive pen…) as an excuse to talk to him and get to know him but… he always seemed to be surrounded by his large group of friends. You knew they wouldn’t let you talk to him alone either... As much as it bothered you, you let bygones be bygones.

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By the time he’s done thinking about he’s already home. So surely, getting some rest will make some of the stress go away, right?

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When you open your eyes your head pounds and aches into your skull. What happened? Something about this feels familiar. You should feel sad and alone but the warmth behind you proves otherwise. Blinking a few times you try and figure out your best move. Should you just get up or should you try and coax him to get up with you? What did it matter? He’s holding you captive in your own home. The doors are probably locked anyways… Thoughts freeze in place when you feel warm kisses placed on the nape of your neck.

“Good morning, beautiful.” his voice is raspy, laced with sleepiness. If the circumstances were different you would probably be kissing him from how sexy he sounded. Luckily? Unfortunately? The circumstances are waaayyy different.

Curling up into a ball you let out small painful whimpers while holding onto your head. You always had the worst hangovers when you didn’t have something to worry or be sad about in the morning. Odd… This is something you should be worried about but… you can’t help but feel yourself play the part too well. Maybe it’s the numbing fear getting to your head, hmm…

Once again he’s bathing you and dressing you like his own personal doll. “Today, I was thinking we could go get you some new clothes. Your life will be changing from now on, so you’re gonna need a new, and cuter, wardrobe! No offense but I noticed you've gained some weight since we last spent the night together. Don't worry though, I think it's cute!” a smile crept up on his face as he brushed your hair before placing cute hairpins in it. Fighting the urge to tell him off how you didn’t want to wear whatever he had planned for you and that he should go find someone else, you hold your tongue back, painfully. Instead, you reply with a hum and nod. Your hand laid over your stomach, for the sake of your baby, you're going to get out of this situation no matter what.

Guiding you to his fancy and expensive car he, like the gentleman he is, opens the door for you and buckles you in. Immediately you notice the harsh perfume smell and spot fake eyelashes, sealed condoms, and a very certain tone of blue hair on the floor of the car. Just seeing the hair strand made you feel upset at Kazuha, surely Ayaka’s brother would beat the shit out of him if he knew he wasn’t loyal to his younger sister and that one day he may break her heart. You felt bad for all the girls he’s treated badly in his life, what brought him to the point where he felt the need to treat such amazing women so badly? Not dwelling on the thought too much because you’ll make yourself sad, you look forward at all the passing cars and people.

If only they knew you were being held captive. Not for long though, a certain Scaramouche is currently deciding his best move to get you away from Kazuha’s tight grasp.

♡ taglist: @swivy123

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

Could you maybe write something about Dimitri’s birth? I would love to read about how andrei reacted with becoming a boy dad!! 🫢🫶🏻

oh 100% it’s happening!! a few anons have asked for this and it’s something that i was toying with writing anyway - it all just takes me a hot minute lately to get in the writing mindset. BUT that being said, i do have a few words written for this and since i’m missing interacting with you guys, what i have written is under the readmore 🥰

“Mama!” Alina shrieks for your attention and your heart skips a beat at her volume, mild fight or flight kicking in before you catch sight of her in the doorway and see that she’s fine.

“Christ,” you mutter to yourself, heartbeat returning to normal. The baby gives a violent kick to your kidney and you wince. “Sorry, bub,” you pat the side of your stomach, “that hit of adrenaline couldn’t have been fun.”

Alina shouts for you again and you level her with a stern look, “hey, what did Mama tell you about shouting like that?”

You’re too pregnant to be gentle parenting, but if you don’t remind Alina about her indoor voice, she’ll just run rampant over the next few months while you’re completely distracted with the new baby. She shuffles her feet and pulls at the little ruffles on the sides of her bathing suit.

“No shoutin’ unless someone’s bleeding or really, really sick,” she sighs and when you nod, she perks up with a toothy little grin. “But I had to shout ‘cause Papa says your frone is ready!”

“My frone?” You repeat, brows scrunched together in confusion. You repeat the word a few times under your breath until it clicks. “Oh! My throne?”

Alina nods and does a little wiggle, bouncing on her feet. “Come on, mama! We wanna show you!” She’s definitely still shouting, but your middle daughter has never understood the concept of an inside voice.

You smile at her and laugh, “okay, mama’s coming, Alya. Remember I’m very slow.” You brace one hand at your lower back, the other hand rubbing at the side of your distended belly. As scary as it is, you’re glad that you’re being induced tomorrow - your entire body is sore and your back and hips are killing you from carrying around this giant Svechnikov baby. Your actual due date isn’t for another two weeks, but since baby’s measuring so big, your ob/gyn made the call for a scheduled induction.

“Mama’s like a tuuuurtle,” she grins slyly, skipping back to the yard and leaving you shaking your head.

As soon as you get to the back door, you can feel the mid-August Raleigh heat and humidity, sweat already prickling at your hairline and armpits. You frown, already uncomfortable and not really in the mood to go outside. Leaving the air conditioning is going to be miserable, but the girls were begging you to join them and Andrei outside, so how could you resist. You scrape your hair back into a knot on top of your head, trying to keep as much of it off your neck as possible. Little pieces fall out anyway and curl with the humidity.

You wedge your feet into the pair of Adidas slides at the back door and step carefully over the lip onto the back patio. The heat hits instantly and you frown, cranky.

[reashot]

New Years Hangover

Jaune is woken up by the first sun of the new years.

Jaune: Uhhh my head what just happened... I felt like I been hit by a truck... Why am I naked?

Ruby: Ahhh Good morning... And happy new years Jaune. ☺

Jaune: R-Ru-Ruby why, why are you in my bed. And where are your clothes. D-did we do it last night?

Ruby: What? N--

Why yes... We did do it last night. Multiple times actually. And we did it all night long and in every position imaginable and unimaginable. You even filled me with so much of your baby batter I can't even close it right. 😏

Jaune: Oh gods I'm a monster... I'm a horrible drunk monster for laying my hands on you.

Ruby: It's true. You actually took my first time. And I didn't have the time to give consent. 🫢

Jaune: What? Say it is not so. Please Ruby tell me I didn't do you know what...

Ruby: I'm afraid so. You forced yourself on me Jaune... Even when I told you many times not to... 😌

Jaune: I, I, I will give myself up to the Vale Police the first thing I do... I'm sorry Ruby, I'm so sorry.

Ruby: 😧!!! Oh no you don't! You can't give yourself up! 😨

Jaune: B-but Ruby I did something horrible to you...

Ruby: Y-you just can't! Okay, because, because I'm pregnant with your baby!!! 😫

Jaune: You what???!!!!

Ruby: Y-yes that's it. Ain't no way I'm gonna let my baby daddy go to prison. You don't want little Jaune junior to grow up without a dad do you? 👶

Jaune: I, I guess not but a baby... I guess I have to take responsibility by marrying you then. I mean you're my best friend. So getting married to you maybe isn't so bad.

Ruby: Yes Jaune you have to take responsibility for putting a bun in my oven. Now you have no choice but to marry me. 😈

While Ruby gaslight Jaune into marrying her something stir under a blanket near the two of them.

Ciel: *Yawn* Good morning everyone... Oh it's this time already.

Jaune: Why are you naked too? Oh gods did I do something to you too?

Ciel: *grabs Jaune arm to snuggle* Can't you tell?

Ruby: What?! No don't trust that hussy! You only did it with me Jaune. 😡

Ciel: Actually you did it with both of us... You made us service you together, then you take your time taking turn with us, forcing us to came and then you finished inside both us... I think I might already be pregnant with your child, daddy.

Jaune: I, I, I....

Ruby: You lying Bitch!!! Stay away from my man! 🤬

Ciel: Hey all is fair in love and war... And besides a Man like Jaune is wasted on you. He is better suited with someone like me.

While the two girls trying to claw each other eyes out. Something starts to stir under the blanket again...

Penny: Salutation! Friend Ruby, Ciel and Jaune.

*glomp at Jaune's chest*

Ruby: Penny? What are you doing here and why are you also naked?

Penny: Greetings friend Ruby, both Ciel and I were invited to celebrate new years festivity. Then friend Jaune accidentally ingest some alcohol....

Jaune: That's it! Please tell me what happened Penny. Did I do something to both Ruby and Ciel while I'm blacked out?

Penny: Ahh.... No you did not do anything to both friend Ruby and Ciel.

Jaune: Oh sweet, mother of. Thank you, oh lord. I'm not a rapi-

Penny: You did it with all three of us.

Jaune: *internally screaming*

Penny: In fact after you done with both of them. You start lusting after me saying. "Ha, ha, now that I had both Rupus, and Cipus now I want the Ropus" Then you starts to ravish me, tore of my dress, then stuck your gigantic cable inside of me, then pour some white liquids inside of me. And now I might have a little mini penny soon.

Jaune: I-I think might need some time to process this...

Ruby: No Jaune she's lying, you only did it with me and Robot can't get pregnant. 🤰

Ciel: Yes you only have to take responsibility for me. Don't worry about these others two. Just dump them somewhere in the alley.

Penny: He, he Friend Ruby and Ciel this game is so fun.

Jaune: Don't treat me like I'm some sort of a game!!!

Meanwhile outside the room peeking inside to watch the scene of carnage.

Yang: LOL this is so much fun. I should give Jaune more alcohol if I get to see more of this.

Weiss: You seriously need to get another hobby.

Blake:

Heh, heh, *slurp* more, more, I need more. More fuel for my novel!

Yang: And I think Blake has lost it...

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[tadpolesonalgae]

Why does Rhys keep reader as a desk pet?

They probably have a backstory could you write about that too? Where they under the mountain with amarantha? Are they mates? Is she going to end up pregnant?

Do you plan on writing a third part where he is softer and it’s consensual?

Ooh, I’ve had some very simple thoughts about these but nothing too extensive…🧐

So in desk pet, Rhys says how he kept her safe for those fifty years (as well as everyone else in Velaris) which I’m taking to mean they weren’t together UTM. I also like to think she hasn’t been with Rhys for very long, maybe four months as of Play-Mate that she’s been in that situation?

For some of their backstory, I think it was the case of reader having known Rhys previously (in the way that everyone else does in Velaris) and had wanted to do what she could to help him after enduring Amarantha for so long. Reader already had feelings for him (how could she not? We all know he’s stupid pretty and a good orator) before he decided to take her for himself, which obviously devastated her since she had hoped for a happier ending.

As for what made him decide against waiting, I like to think there was some sort of tension between her and someone else, or she nearly got hurt, and Rhys decides he’s not going to risk waiting and losing her so that’s how things end up the way they do :)

(I also think Rhys is intentionally acting in his court of nightmares persona to readjust her, so when he’s nicer she’ll feel grateful and her desire for safety will override the memories of the things he’s done to her, and she’ll learn to love him again)

‘Are they mates? Is she going to end up pregnant?’

I haven’t thought about whether they’re mates or not, however, coupling how they’ve been going with Rhys’ breeding kink… 🫢

I probably won’t write anything with pregnancy or children in though? Maybe in a fluffy fic but I’ll doubt I’ll put anything like that in this universe :)

‘Do you plan on writing a third part where he is softer and it’s consensual?’

I honestly hadn’t, but getting to answer your questions was so fun, I now want to put it into writing properly? Maybe kind of how Stockholm Syndrome was for Az, where we get to see them working in unison while also getting some of their past? Also I just like that dynamic a bit more, where it’s mutual obsession and kind of takes the edge off of the dark themes 🧡💛

(Thank you so much for asking these! It was really lovely getting to think about it so hopefully I’ll get a chance to put it into another fic in that universe 🧡💛)

[zenia62]

Theory about Daendels Missing Childrens?

Hii guys!! ✨️ As I promised, I'll be talking abt my theory of the two missing childrens from Daendels family. In short, Daendels n Aleida was recorded to have 15 childrens together in which 5 of them died early age n 2 of them were oddly missing 👀 Reminder that all of this are js theory from me, I don't have any evidence to back this up so js take them for fun 😊

So, abt 2 years ago, I found this book that was written by a Dutch writer. The book talks abt Aleida, Daendels wife as the main character, grow to become an independent woman despite her husband being controversial. Now, this book were told to have some factual information so its like a combination of both fictional n non-fiction (?) As I was going through the story, in one of the chapters, the story goes on how Aleida was helped by a horseman named Dirk. Since Daendels was mostly absent in her life, Dirk become sort of her helper n comfort figure. Keep in mind that Daendels knows Dirk too.

Now eventually, as the story progress, Aleida started to have feelings for Dirk. So both ended up having a secret relationship behind Daendels back. Aleida told her sister, Ida aswell abt her relationship w Dirk. This is already weird in my opinion, but hold on its abt to get worse. One day, Aleida was pregnant n Daendels was on his hiatus from politics in this moment. Daendels doesn't seemed to be suspicious abt Dirk in the story plus Daendels seemed to be working abit far from his house most of the time. When the time comes where Aleida gave birth to a boy, the story revealed that this child turns out to be from Aleida n Dirk. But Daendels never knew abt this I think.

When I read that, I was shocked as hell 😭 From this, I started to create a theory abt what happen to the 2 missing childrens in the family. My theory was that, since Aleida lived longer than Daendels, abt 30 ish years more, she could be having an affair w someone once he died. When Daendels died, Aleida was 50 yo. I asked my mother if its possible from a woman to be pregnant at that age n she said yes 😶 Now some of y'all might say that Daendels could be the one but in my defense, I had never found any documents abt Daendels having any affairs w other women. There is barely any women mentioned in his life besides his wife n his mother 🤔 I mean like, its quite odd for someone like Daendels to be loyal for me 🫢 but maybe if he is then I respect that still. Until there is evidence, I'm a believer in Daendels being loyal to his wife until his death.

But at the end, its still a mystery on who were those 2 missing childrens. I can't blame Daendels or his wife cheats as there is no evidence on it. Their marriage were very closed as well. Aleida rarely appear in his life too, it could be that Daendels js wanted his personal life to be hidden or for other reasons. Their relationship interested me alot but with almost nothing to tell how they interact w each other, its impossible to tell 😔 I hope maybe one day I can find a letter of Daendels to his wife to at least understand them.

That's all I want to say for now 🫡 If u guys have any added information or questions, feel free to ask/tell me! 🫶 Again, this is js my own theory so don't take it seriously. Thank you guys for coming to my yapping session n have a nice day everyone 🌙

[sparklingchim]

No i dont feel like jk is cheating.. yet. I can see he’s so protective and in love with her but he’s defo hiding something. The thing with the condom might be his way to stop oc from opening the compartment, i feel like. Or maybe he wants to do it raw.. when he texted someone right after, i think its not a girl? Idk i was thinking maybe its jk who’s incapable of getting her pregnant 👀

oh that's a new theory !! 🫢

[sehodreamsthoughts]

yess i kinda like slapping tbh but the slapping in that fic was wild omggg it was hot though it suited them so well<333 im glad u liked them though!!! i need wooyoung really bad 😓

PLSSL I FUCKIN NEEED HEESEUNG SO BAD (i need everybody) like i want him to hunt me for sport pls :( tie me up and torture me plspslsllslss😓😓😓

um i have this rly disgusting idea though too (and im kinda thinking about it with yangyang but also whoever) and its not very well thought out but basically you’re being held against ur will or like kidnapped or smth and u can leave, but only once you’ve been made to cum X amount of times🫢 and it’s like some number that will maybe take a few days, and ur torn between being overstimulated, and begging to be fucked so u can cum, so u can leave :( like trying to squirt for him because u want to be freed (why does that look weird spelt, that is not how u spell that) but u just end up fucked dumb and he ends up even more obsessed with u :( um. not sure if that’s just me but yeah.

ALSO!! i meant to tell u about this a while back but okok so my friend at work lmaoo reads like erotic books sometimes and she was reading one and telling me about it and it was like breeding kink where the man holds the woman’s legs up in the air after he cums inside her to try to baby trap her… um.. and pls i had to be like “wow, that’s fucked up… that’s so nasty…” but i’m blushing and thinking sungchan eunseok kun hendery heeseung sunghoon in my head and like.. it was humiliating. like she was like that’s so wrong i had to stop reading it and im like um… gimme. although ill explain later maybe but the book is not worth reading but i just. loved. that part. omg.

- 🥟 anon

I hate slapping in real life but in fics it's SO HOT, I think it was perfect for him 😭

Omg Heesung hunting! I don't know if you've read a fic of Heesung and Wonbin following a bunny!reader in the forest, it felt exactly like that and it was so fucking good because the word hunting felt perfect in it 😭 my beautiful mutual wrote it and I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH IT because she also plans to drop a Shotaro fic with an hybrid!reader THAT I CAN'T WAIT TO READ!

Omg that sounds like a manhwa/manga plot 😭, lately I've seen that there are more yandere/stalker concepts that leave me speechless because they're pretty elaborated haha, and I feel squirts would be perfect for such concept too!!

Omg not the baby trapping in romance books 😭, I haven't touched a romance book in a long time and I don't particularly enjoy those books (it feels like maybe it was part of a dark romance one) but I can totally understand the feeling 😂, sometimes I see or hear things that are fucked up and that I would hate in a physical book BUT IN A FIC, YOU'LL HAVE ME THINKING OF EUNSEOK TRYING TO TRAP READER FOR HOURS LATER.

I've also been thinking of baby trapping but it was a bit reversed haha, and with Eunseok 👹

Not long ago I was watching a movie about cartels/narcos and it made me think of Eunseok working for a dangerous group and visiting reader every now and then to check on her in her little town in which they have a big control. Reader at first doesn't want to be involved with him but after seeing the benefits of being with him she can't just leave him. It's like, you know it is wrong to be with someone like him, but he pampers you so much and is so soft with you when you're alone that you can't do much more than accept him, and the sex is nasty and rough at first but then it becomes so tender 😭🩷 (not me romanticizing any scenario 💀), wtv the point is I imagined reader thinking how to make him quit and getting pregnant on purpose just so he would take her with him and run away 🤧😂 (so yeah, I really think I'm the worst because I have to always put sometimes romantic even in these thoughts 👹)

[aajjks]

or that someone in their friend group is—uh oh 🫢 i said too much

mommy issues!JK

“jungkook, i’m fine” you smile. “fine. i’ll go take a bath and leave you alone okay? if you need anything just let me know” you kiss jungkook’s lips before leaving him alone and heading to the rather large bathroom equipped with both a bathtub and standing shower parallel from one another.

using your favorite aromatherapy bath gel, you fill the tub up with warm water and bubbles to soak in and once you’ve filled it up enough, you strip naked and…wow…

as you take a look in the mirror, you’re a little disgusted with yourself. although your stomach has gone down a lot more since moon’s birth, you can’t ignore the flabbiness of your stomach and the stretch marks. maybe it’ll go away after a month and your body will go back to normal.

turning your attention away from the mirror, you get inside the tub and try to relax your mind and body. you close your eyes, breathe in through your nose, exhale through your mouth, and repeat until you’re asleep in the warm water.

breathe in….

breathe out….

breathe in….

AAAAAHH!!!!! j-jungkook? JUNGKOOK!! b-baby?? c-can you hear me?

breathe out….

l-look at me. oh my god. SOMEONE HELPP!!! PLEASEEEEE!!!! stay with me okay? look at me—LOOK AT ME!!

breathe in….

don’t close your eyes okay? everything’s gonna be okay. i’m right here

breathe in….

i got three bodies. a bleeding pregnant female

breathe in….

an unconscious male

breathe in….

hold on, okay? hold on….

you jump from your sleep in a panic. your heart is racing, your breathing is ragged, and all you can think about is whether or not everyone is okay. you get up from the bathtub, drain the water, and put your bath robe on. you don’t even throw a pair of clothes on before rushing downstairs to see jungkook and seol sitting on the couch with moon wide awake in his arms watching tv.

you let out a sigh of relief when you see that everyone is okay, just how long were you asleep?

“hi mommy!!! look, moonie is awake!!” says seol as he points to his sister who’s doe eyes are focused on everything else but the television.

“i see” you pant. “are you guys okay? are you hungry?”

you need to calm down. everything is alright. see? everything is alright.

~🫧

“What- Yn look at us- we are completely okay.” Jungkook says, smiling at you, waving moons little hand at you, Seol laughs at Jungkooks action, finding his sister so adorable.

“I’ll take care of lunch don’t worry sweetheart just continue your business.” Jungkook speaks. Looking at you with concern.

You’re not relaxed, you’re so tense, you’re fidgeting your hands. The color from your face seems drained. “Baby what’s wrong…” Jungkook gets up from the couch with moon in his arms.

“Hey.. you okay?” He whispers, looking at you. “We’re all safe and okay I promise..” he coos, he can’t hold you; his eyes convey his message for him.

You nod, Jungkook wants to help you in the bath but he can’t- since his bandage is still there. The truth is that he’s supposed to be pampering you. But he’s unable to.

“Go yn..” he says, assuring you.

•••

It’s evening now and Jungkooks mother has come over, she really cannot last her without seeing her grandchildren for long these days.

Especially moon, she’s so obsessed with her, “yn dearest… what’s wrong? You seem so weak..” she’s sitting beside you, Jungkook is with Seol in his bedroom, playing with him for a little while.

Jiyeon notices your tense face. It’s not good. “Yn… I consider you my like my Jia… what’s wrong.” She looks at you with affection.

You’ve just given birth, she understands your feelings. “I know you’re really overwhelmed… if you want we can take Seol in for a few days.”

“Or… did Jungkook say anything to you?”

[blucassiopeia]

hi! so in your main fic masterlist the preludes have a star next to each spinoff BUT Kuroo and Osamu have two. Osamu’s prelude is a two part story DOES this mean Kuroo has another part -yet to be released- too? 🤔🫣

also in the chapters list, after ch15/ch16 (don’t remember) all the preludes boys are listed: does it mean that’s where part of all the preludes stories take place (chronologically speaking)?🤔🫣🫢 Is that chapter Ran’s wedding?

i have yet to read Osamu’s prelude, but excluding Kags’ and Sakusa’s ones, Ran’s wedding day is one of the main topics on the spinoffs…

does it make sense? i dont know how to english anymore 😑

Also, while reading the warnings/tags i saw something interesting 🤨: Ran’s illness(?)…Is that why Kuroo is going to be up Ran’s ass so involved in Ran’s life even after she’s happily married with kids? at a certain point in her life, Ran was/is/will be ill 😷

im the anon that a while ago sent a long ask about the spinoffs and i was lowkey happy to see kuroo suffer 🤭

…so, im about to get - once again - in my kuroo angst hole 😬😬

reader (kuroo’s story) is not dying, bc you said she won’t. but she will get into an accident (saw your ask about your 2nd fic + the ideas you have for the plot - kuroo’s war flashbacks 🤭🫣). In the end of the kuroo spinoff i got a feeling that he realised he MIGHT be a little too late in accepting his own feelings towards reader (that’s why i thought she was dying) like they were already there but he REFUSED to accept them and at the same time by being so present in Ran’s life he kept fuelling his one-sided love towards Ran EVEN tho he knew from the beginning that he never had a chance with Ran (he asked this question to kenma if im not mistaken)

so giving my two cents to this 2nd story: the main couple is going to be kuroo x reader and time wise is going to be AFTER reader’s incident and we (readers) are going to know what happened through flashbacks (possibly from kuroo’s pov bc he saw with his own eyes what happened to reader) 🫣🤭

last thing: gut feeling (don’t know if it’s because you have hinted something/replied to someone) but Kuroo not so lowkey hates Osamu. Imagine if Ran got ill bc of Osamu 🤔🫣 like what has Osamu done to make him feel so guilty and wanting to redeem himself towards Ran 👁️👁️

sorry for the long ask

ps. wishing all the best to canon!Kuroo BUT the kuroo in your universe deserves all the angst until proven wrong (just bc he make reader suffer) 😇

oooooHhh the starss, you should listen to them, those are the soundtracks i listened while writing the preludes. you noticed the c2:saitama skies? it also has one already too.

the boys are listed because they'll be playing a big part of that scene after what happens there (also in Ran's life hskshwkhl), it'll be like a "breather" because the following chapters are heavy angst so i needed my readers to relax a lil bit then hit y'all in one go. noticed the last one being still empty? that's ran's hubby's special chap. so the scope of those chapters are from the moment they met ran, to the present [5 years after she got pregnant and got married].

yep, ran has illness, you should really read sakusa's prelude to give you a heads-up 🤣 and yes, that's one of the reason why kuroo's so involved, and i mean all of them too. but that's just not all of it. you'll know sooon.

OKOK, ill make myself very very clear, maybe i said kuroo's yn will die or she won't, just y'all to keep thinking about what i truly mean in that last scene of kuroo's. that last scene is in the last chapters of the fic. it'll be branded heavy angst so you should expect some.. ykyk.

AND OHHHHH, the 2nd fic [EIGHT] is relatively different. it's apart of the 1st fic in some sense but still connected. it's not a continuation of falling stars. you shouldn't confuse yourself with that for a while. we still have 20ish chaps before that. 🤣

[1st fic] i might've mentioned kuroo being on the same stage as osamu. so that's maybe a hint of what really happened/will happen. both of them deserves all the angst i have. ✌🤭 if you ever read vanilla twilight, you'll have a huge idea what their relationship with each other and with ran is.

about EIGHT [2nd fic], it's still ran x her plushie, but in a diff sense. kuroo and the others will still be there, and kuroo and osamu will still play a bigger role than the rest, and some of the characters too.

and kuroo hates osamu because of something that i made a fic about......... or something 🤭 and i just answered something related to this. osamu made a grave mistake, and kuroo knows about it, shirabu knows about it, tooru too, and maybe yuki too. the last line in osamu's prelude is a hint. and noooo, ran didn't get ill because of osamu 😭

you'll know in the ficcc, i'll be back after 1-2 months because i'll be away with no wifi access with me so....

thanks for collating your queries agaiiin. i had fun answering and spilling some infos for ya guys ❤

[pleasingsatellite]

Liv I loved this post so much!! ♥️♥️♥️

Could I maybe request like kinda a part 2 where they show like throwback of when they met, her pregnant, when little girl was born 🥺🥺🤍🤍

But only if you can and want to 🤍♥️

I imagine they met right around her getting pregnant so he’s present like 95% of the pregnancy :)

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harrynews Harry today walking around NYC!

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harryfan1 he looks so good

harryfan2 omg this is my photo! I still can’t believe this happened

↳ harryfan3 omg what was he like? was he with anyone?

↳ harryfan2 he was so sweet! he was with some girl who was really nice too! she looked pregnant and was carrying bags from a baby store I was like 👀

↳ harryfan3 really? we’re they close?

↳ harryfan2 yeah, when they walked away he put his hand around her back and was asking if she was okay

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yourinstagram lucky to have found you 🫶🏻

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harryfan1 omg is that harry????

harryfan2 is harry having a baby? who is this?

harryfan3 I think they met after she got pregnant based on her instagram posts

harryfan4 I’m speechless

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yourinstagram about to pop

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harryfan1 so is harry the dad?

↳ harryfan2 no, during an insta live y/n said her and harry met right after she got pregnant

harryfan3 so can I call harry a dilf now?

annetwist you look amazing my dear!

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yourinstagram welcome to earth little one

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yourbestie omg omg omg

harryfan1 harry in the background omg

↳ yourinstagram you’d think he was the one giving birth with how dramatic he was

harryfan2 harry dramatic? never!

gemmastyles can’t wait to meet the little one I have so many presents

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hope y’all enjoy 🫶🏻

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Saying hello to month 9🥲🅿️🤍💙

If I have to be honest, this journey has been one amazing, yet emotional rollercoaster ride for me. I have gotten to the point of being uncomfortable and just ready to POP. I’m going to take my time and write down how I felt, and what I went through from month to month, up until this point.

Month 1.

More like let’s skip to the next month because I didn’t even know at this point that I was actually pregnant.

Month 2.

Pheeww🥲😅. A lot of emotions , yeah? My highlights of this month had to be wondering if I was actually pregnant, or if it was just an ectopic pregnancy? The wait was draining.

Month 3.

Sickness, sickness and more “morning” sickness. Don’t let the word “morning sickness” trick you ladies. It can happen at anytime! Can you imagine the torture of having to vomit water? Even doing something involuntary like breathing felt like torture 😂 like what? Am I allergic to the air now?

Month 4.

Still more vomiting, tiredness, a lot of mixed emotions. I started getting to the point of feeling isolated from most things. I felt like I actually lost myself and that I had no support system. I began keeping to myself, deleting all socials because I couldn’t stand the “embarrassment” of being a young mom, especially ME. I kept telling myself that the world would be disappointed in me because I should’ve known better, I mean, I am smart for this, right ? LOL. as if the world even cares, as if the world does anything for me? Girl please.

Month 5.

First bump. 🥰 such an emotional experience. From having a flat stomach and “what waist” ??? To looking bloated AF🥲😂 I still believe I looked cute. This month has to be the month where I had a mini pep talk with myself to “stop giving a fu*k”. This is the month where the few people who are close to me, found out about my pregnancy. I didn’t want to keep it a secret anymore, because seeing the bump made me realise how real things were getting. Yes, I still had A LOT of emotional days where I would cry myself to sleep and feel like I “lost myself” but after a few hours I’d be ok. (Maybe thanks to food as well) also, why am I forgetting so much ????? Am I sharing a brain 🧠😭?

Month 6.

Two brains in my body but I’ve never felt so dumb? Wasssss going on 😂😭? Why am I in the kitchen ?

Bigger bump and baby kicks 🥹🥹🥹🥹. How beautiful? Once you feel those movements and those kicks, everything seems to stop. You start appreciating life, you start realising how amazing the gift of nurturing a life inside of you is. You immediately become in awe 🫢 of how beautiful nature is? The gift of life ? It’s as if your baby can literally feel everything that you feel. When you’re having a day filled with tears and worry, and he/she starts moving like crazy, as if they’re trying to reassure you that everything will be okay.

Month 7.

Okay , I’m getting a bit tired now😭 I’m gaining wayyyy to quick? Stretch marks? Swollen feet? Can’t sleep? Everything hurts? Oh and the cherry on top, my baby just has to treat my bladder like a soccer ball 😭😂 but it’s the “joys” of pregnancy, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

Month 8.

Prepping for the nursery , baby shopping , still gaining, tired as ****, can’t wait for baby’s arrival , tired again, ready to really pop now because I AMMM TIREDDDD 😭😭😭 someone tell me why he’s kicking my ribs? Punching my bladder ? Come on😭 my feet are also on fire, send help.

Month 9.

At this point I just want my baby here. 🙂 please ? Please.

This pretty much sums it all up!