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tetsuskei · 11 months ago

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synopsis: when a coworker brings their baby to work, that sets off the gears in kuroo's head to have some of your own

notes: first installment of oh, baby! repost from my old blog, with some editing done. please enjoy!

warnings: mentions of kids, unprotected sex, praise, body worship, cock warming, kuroo is horny on an astronomical level

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at first, everything is innocent. tetsurō knows his coworker only means well. but tetsurō should've expected that when ‘bring your child to work day’ came at the jva, that he'd encounter at least one infant.

his coworker asks him if he wants to hold their baby after catching him stare at the small child in awe. the resemblance between coworker and child clearly evident. he's so amazed at how strong genetics could be.

then tetsurō wondered how strong his own genetics would be when it came to your children.

to recall back, the conversation of children came up briefly between the two of you. you both decided that it would be logical to wait a little while before trying to have any. kuroo was focused on building up his career and so were you. you just wanted to have your priorities straight and be responsible. nothing's wrong with that, right?

and so the conversation had been left with a pin in it and you both moved on in life. you would question when to have children later.

when holding the child in his arms, kuroo only panicks for a moment (were babies always this small?) before the child naturally curls up into his chest. their tiny hand grabs ahold of his (ridiculously) large pinky before continuing to sleep soundly. they even coo with joy.

"they seem to really like you!" his coworker laughs. "you seem to be a natural with kids!"

tetsurō only crinkles his nose in confusion but he can't help the fluttering in his chest at those words. "i'm not really doing anything but holding them."

they laugh again and nod with understanding. "sure, but you seem to be the type to make a great father, kuroo-san. you're a good person. very patient and understanding. by the way, when do you and the missus plan to have kids?"

and so having been asked the question sent him on a spiral.

by the time he's asked, several years have passed since your first conversation about kids. both you and him are financially stable. you're both lucky enough to live comfortably, and you're both happy where you are in your careers. most importantly, you're both married.

honestly, just the thought of being married to you and having a little family turns kuroo on too much. but he wants to have a family that's better than the broken one he had growing up. the best thing he can do for his kids is show them a healthy and long lasting relationship with their mother. and god does he know he can do that. he loves you so damn much his heart aches. he'll walk across fire for you, and the best part is that he knows you'll do the same for him.

the man isn't really present for the rest of the day, having to be called out during a meeting for being unfocused, and eventually sent home after he lies and says he isn't feeling well. and it's partially true, because now that he knows he wants kids, he feels an empty hole in his chest almost as if a part of him is missing.

and if being 'sick' means trying to conceal the boner in his slacks, then so be it. he doesn't want to relieve himself of his problem, no. not when the only thing on his mind is cumming inside of you raw.

tetsurō comes home to the smell of your cooking, his second favorite scent right after you. just seeing you makes him crazy. he'd been thinking about putting a baby in you all day. his hands itching to get started.

you haven't seen him yet, but tetsurō doesn't waste anymore time. he simply eyes you intently, taking time to admire you and all the soft curves of your backside. your perfect ass. you feel the warmth of him before seeing him and that's enough to startle you.

a small gasp leaves your mouth as you look up at him surprised before a honeyed smile appears on your face. a smile that's only reserved for him. "hi! you're home earlier than usual."

he returns your greeting with a grin. "hi beautiful, how was your day?" he tugs you into his grasp. lean arms encasing you in his hold as he rests his chin on top of your head and massages your hips.

hips he knows that will bare his children.

"it was good tetsu, are you hungry? i'm finishing up dinner now, and we can talk about your day." you respond, focus retuned to the stove in front of you.

he has to admit, the food smells delicious, but he's hungry for something else this evening. and unfortunately he'll have to endure an earful from you later about letting the food get cold, but he doesn't mean any harm. he just has priorities.

he hums, turning you fully towards him. his eyes lower and become stuck on your stomach. brain stuck on the thought of you being round with his child. you would look so cute pregnant. your breast would be filled with milk, too. maybe you'll let him taste—

"'ro?" you voice snaps him from his thoughts. you try to make eye contact with him and he only smiles, not registering a single thing you just said. his large hands take your face in his hold and you feel his calloused fingers run over your cheeks before he kisses your nose and then all over your face.

"tetsurō, what's gotten into you?" you giggle. you didn't mind his affection, don't get it wrong, but there was something oddly...intense about the way he's acting that you know something is up.

the ravenette seems to contemplate his thoughts, carefully reeling over the words in his mind. "i just thought that...maybe we should start...tryin', that's all." he mumbles, mouth pressing kisses all over your skin. you shiver at his touch, at the way his scent and body crowd in on your space.

ah, there it is.

your cheeks heat up, and you know exactly what he means. his words always slur slightly when he's turned on, almost like he's delirious or hooked on lust.

that paired with his cock poking your backside through his slacks.

tetsurō only continues. "today my co-worker brought in the cutest little baby i'd ever seen. looked just like 'em, too. i didn't really understand how children could make someone so happy...but i'm startin' to." he explains, tugging off your pants and underwear in one fell swoop, the cold air hitting your folds makes you jump.

you swallow nervously, "tetsu—"

"made me realize how cute our kids could—will be. they'd be the cutest in the world, i'm sure. wonder if they'd have my eyes and your smile. and hopefully they'll inherit your hair or else we'll be in trouble." he laughs before he undoes his tie, then his shirt, and tosses the garments somewhere on the floor. his belt is undone next and he's quick to unfasten his pants.

you eyes widen, and your heart fastens at the mental image of a tiny child in your arms, the spitting image of you and kuroo.

your husband pauses again, his brows knitted in thought. "do you think...that i can be a good father? for our kids?" he leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes for a moment as he must be pondering the very question.

“of course.” you nod slowly. "i don't think so, i know so. you'll be great with our kids, tetsu." you answer, running your fingers along his jaw.

"yeah?" he breathes, pulling down his pants along with his boxers. "do you still want some?" he moves your body so that you're sitting safely on the counter away from everything else.

"w-with you? yes..." you answer, voice getting caught in your throat as he prods his fat tip at your entrance. you're already soaked enough that you know he can just...slide right in.

kuroo's breathing becomes extremely labored and his gaze darkens at your words. his single strand of restraint is being pulled taut. "then can we? can we start trying, sweets?" his hands are groping at your chest and hips, and he riles himself up the longer he touches you without relief.

you barely say 'yes' before he pushes himself into you, his jaw going slack as he is enveloped by you, cunt warm and inviting and gummy walls pleasurable beyond means.

his eyes glass over and he's completely enamored by the fact that he can be this close to you. that you trust him to hold you like he is now.

you look up at him with near helplessness as his grip on your legs doesn't loosen up. the stretch of him never is something you think you can get used to, as you feel yourself struggle to adjust to his size. the heavy and thick fullness of his cock is intense. you can feel how it throbs with need.

"do you think—" he moans as your cunt drags over his cock, sucking him in more, "that they're going to be interested in volleyball?" he lets his tip kiss your cervix and you keen, causing a groan to escape his mouth. "you think they're gonna be a middle blocker like me?"

"are you really asking me that right now?" you sigh, fingers frantically gripping the counter beneath you. you move your hips against him and hope that will shut him up.

spoiler, it doesn't. "why not—fuck, just like that baby—it's a genuine question." he buries his face in the side of your neck, and the smell of your lavender soap invades his senses before his teeth choose to bite and scrape at your skin.

"you're such a volleyball nerd, tetsu." you laugh but soon moan as both of your hips move synchronously. "when are you not thinking about it?"

he huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your temple as he presses you further into the kitchen counter. his lips linger against your skin before you felt them curve into a smile. "when i'm busy thinking 'bout your cute self, which is definitely more than volleyball."

you tried to formulate a response but only a refined moan escapes your lips again as kuroo pounds you. the sound of skin on skin filters out any remaining thoughts you had.

"you don't understand how crazy i've been goin' today." he grunts, nearly delirious in the way you cream on him so well. he can already feel himself twitch with the need to cum but as much as he wants to, he wants this moment to last a bit longer. he can't cum before you.

one of his hands lace with your own as he regards you. "been thinking about all the different ways to get you pregnant. of all the cute little maternity outfits you'll wear. of me taking care of you when you get tired and your feet ache. you're going to look so pretty carrying our baby, sweetheart."

he's rambling and you're not even sure if he's talking to you or if he's talking directly to your womb. but his words alone are enough to bring you to your first orgasm, pussy clamping down hard on his cock.

"jesus christ," he groans, struggling to keep composure, "it's like your cunt is trying to suck the life out of me."

you only whimper, legs quivering in a way you didn't know they could as you slip them tighter around his waist. with the way kuroo is bullying your insides he just might be successful at his agenda of getting you pregnant tonight.

he moves your legs over his shoulders, laying you down so your back is pressed against the cold surface of the marble counter. the new angle he decides to rut in you at causes you to cry out in surprise.

"so perfect, so pretty like this split on my cock. gonna be even prettier filled with my cum." his head bows so that he can kiss you and you eagerly meet his lips, the taste of him comforting, addicting, and familiar all at once.

he brings one hand down to your clit, moving his fingers methodically over your bundle of nerves as he coos and encourages you to cum again.

"tetsu, please," you whine, "you feel so good, wanna have your babies." the need and anticipation of getting your husbands cum is starting to make you frustrated yet needy all at the same time. yet the way he's making you feel right now makes you want this moment to last forever.

he must sense what you're feeling and hums, kissing you again sweetly. "oh you're not understandin' me princess," he breathes, hips moving in an animalistic way. "i'm gonna have you knocked up by the end of tonight. that's a promise."

"you promise?" you look up at him with doe eyes, mouth parted as little moans still escape you.

he'd give you the world if you asked. he'd pluck the sun from the sky, too. when he presses his forehead to yours he only professes his love to you like he's saying his vows for the first time. he can feel the tightening of his balls and burning pit in his abdomen as his release creeps up on him.

and when he pinches your bundle of nerves, you cum again for a second time. your eyes roll back in your head and your nails dig deeply into the muscle of his broad shoulders.

tetsurō nearly doubles over when his orgasm follows, and he spills thick, white cords of cum into you. his golden eyes look at you and you swear he cums just a little more from the eye contact you two hold. the hard throbbing and pulsing warmth he provides you makes you clench around him again, a feeling of wholeness and elation when you're finally full of him.

you're both incredibly still for a moment and you just hold each other. he sits you up with regard, and you brush back his sweaty fringe. his large hands massage your muscles before he carefully carries you to your shared bedroom.

he sits down and you realize you're both still very connected.

"t-tetsu!" you grab onto him, eyes widening as your taken by surprised at the new angle.

"fuck..." he hisses.

there's something sensitive in the way he moves inside of you, and you're not sure if that has to do with his cum inside of you or your cunt trying to hold in every drop.

kuroo always liked the notion of kissing your ring finger, because it reminded him that the two of you are joined—united. you start to speak but he does before you can even formulate the words.

"i hope you don't think we're done here." he murmurs, and by the twitch of his cock you know he's serious. him and his damned stamina. exhausted, you only shift your trembling hips to prepare for more.

it's looking to be a long night.

and so it's not surprising when several weeks pass by and when said coworker asks him again about kids, he proudly shows them the ultrasound photo hidden away in his wallet.

he only hopes that after baby number 1 you won't mind more.

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earthchica · 24 days ago

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Funny How Times Files | 7

terry richmond x black, fem!/plus size reader

summary: You and Terry get married and skip having a honeymoon to prepare for becoming parents. You go through your pregnancy feeling good until you have to give birth on New Year's Eve.

warnings: FLUFF, pregnancy, wedding, being in love, no honeymoon, childbirth, happiness, New Year's baby, protective husband, creepy flirt, a lot of happy crying, nicknames [ baby, sweetheart, mama & more ] words: 4k

note: I'm ending this with a bang. Cheers to 2025; thank you all who enjoyed this mini-series. There are a few errors, I'll edited later lol.

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The sun shone brightly through the window as you smiled and gazed at yourself in the mirror while gently caressing your baby bump. Your wedding dress looked beautiful, fit perfectly, and made you feel like a queen.

As you admire yourself, the door creaks open, and your dad steps in; his face lights up. “Wow, look at my baby girl! You look stunning, baby,” Your dad says with his southern twang, his eyes misty with pride.

“I can’t believe the day is finally here. You ready to walk down that aisle?” He asked, and you smiled wide, feeling the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

“Yeah, Dad, I’m ready. Just… a little nervous, you know?” you responded. He chuckles softly and scoffs, “Nervous? No, you're gonna be just fine."

Your dad cupped your cheek softly and said, "You’re a bride today. Just remember, Terry is waitin’ for you with all his love.” You placed your hand over his hand, nodding, trying not to cry.

With that, you take a deep breath, and he takes your hand, leading you out of the dressing room. You make it toward the double doors as the music swells.

The soft strums of the piano could be heard through the doors. Your heart races, and you can feel the excitement in the air. As the doors open, the sight ahead is breathtaking.

All your friends and family are gathered, their smiles beaming back at you. You lock eyes with Terry, and the world around you fades away. At that moment, it’s just you and him, your love glowing like the sun.

Your dad squeezes your hand, and you start walking down the aisle. Each step feels powerful like you’re floating. Terry was staring at you like his breath was taking away, a silent expression of love.

When you reach Terry, your dad gently kisses your forehead and whispers, “I love you, honey.” Then he steps back, letting you take your place next to the man who holds your heart.

Terry smiled and kissed your hand. "You look so gorgeous, baby I told you my breath would be taken away," He whispered, and you chuckled, cupping his cheek and wiping a tear coming down his face.

"I love you." You whispered. "And I love you too," Terry whispered.

The officiate begins the ceremony. “We are here today to celebrate the love between two incredible people—[Your Name] and Terry. Their journey together has been filled with laughter, adventures, and an amazing bond that brings us all here today.”

As the ceremony unfolds, you hear the sweet words exchanged, your hearts intertwining even more deeply. When it’s time for the “I Do’s,” you both respond with love and joy, the anticipation in the air palpable.

Then, it’s time for the vows. You speak from the heart, sharing your dreams and promises, while Terry's voice is filled with so much love as he reciprocates, promising to be there through thick and thin.

Finally, the officiate smiles broadly and raises his hands. “And now, by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride!”

With that, Terry pulls you close, and his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss. The world erupts in cheers and claps—family and friends celebrating the love that surrounds you both.

You and Terry pull away from the kiss and can’t help but laugh, feeling joy as you two embrace, knowing this is just the continuation of the rest of your lives.

As the reception kicked off, the atmosphere was alive with laughter and love. The warm glow of string lights draped overhead set the perfect scene.

Every corner of the room was filled with the joyous chatter of friends and family. You and Terry held each other close, swaying gently as the first notes of your song filled the air.

Terry leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. “I can't get over how gorgeous you look, Mrs. Richmond. You are a queen, a beautiful one at that.”

You felt your heart flutter and glanced up at him, caught between shyness and excitement. “Stop it, you’re makin’ me feel all good inside,” you said, playfully nudging him.

Terry chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. “I remember when we first met. You were so shy, I thought you were gonna disappear! I had to pull you outta your shell the whole trip.”

You laughed, recalling that trip vividly. “Yeah, well, you just had to keep talkin’ until I warmed up to ya, and it led us here!” You said, your smile is wide.

“I ain’t complainin’, though,” Tery replied, his voice playful but sincere. He paused, looking deep into your eyes. “I just can’t believe this is real. You and me, married and soon to start a family.”

Terry’s gaze softened, and you could sense the depth of his feelings as he continued.

“I love you more than I can even say. You’ve changed my life, baby, you know? I can’t wait to take on this journey with you, watchin' our little one grow.”

Feeling a rush of affection, you breathed to steady yourself, then poured your heart out.

“Terry, I love you. You’ve always believed in me and made me feel special. I’m so excited for us, for our family. I can’t wait to see what life has in store for us and our baby.” You said softly.

Terry pulled you closer, kissing you softly. It was a sweet moment amidst the lively celebration for the two of you.

“Ain’t nothin’ gonna stop us, you hear me? Just us against the world. I’m grateful for every moment with you, and I promise to always have your back.” You nodded, feeling the weight of his words.

"And I promise to always cheer you on, just like you’ve done for me. No matter what comes, we’ll face it together.” As your dance continued, with laughter and cheers ringing around you, it felt like the world faded.

Seven months pregnant has been going well; there have been ups and downs, but with Terry by your side. He has been an incredible husband, constantly attentive and caring, especially during this time of anticipation and change.

As you head to Terry’s workplace, a cool breeze brushes against your skin, adding a lightness to your step. You gently cradle a lunchbox filled with his favorites- thoughtfully prepared with love.

Today, you are excited to share lunch with him at your uncle’s jiu-jitsu school, a special tradition you’ve established over the past few months.

You’ve always looked forward to these midday breaks, where you can catch up, share laughter, and reconnect amidst busy schedules. The anticipation of seeing Terry's smile as he opens the lunchbox makes your heart flutter with happiness.

As you approach the building, you think about how lucky you are to have this time together, building cherished memories before the arrival of your little one.

As you walked through the gym area, a guy you didn’t recognize approached you. He had that cocky smirk, and you could tell he thought he was smooth.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he said, leaning against a wall, his eyes roaming too freely. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing here, trying to learn to kick.”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling a little annoyed. “Uh, no, I'm here to see my husband, I’m married,” you said, lifting your hand to show him your ring and resting your hand protectively on your baby bump.

“And I ain’t interested.” You added nicely, and undeterred, he walked closer. “Come on now, don’t be like that. You sure have a glow about you. I can tell you know how to have fun.”

Terry’s presence surged through the space as he approached, and you could feel the energy shift. He was coming from the training area, and you could see that protective fire in his eyes as he reached you.

“Hey, that's my wife; what's wrong with you?” Terry said, his voice low and steady but filled with an intensity that could clear the room. The guy instantly backed away.

His bravado crumbled when he realized who you were. “Uh, my bad, man, I didn’t know,” he said, holding up his hands in defeat and backing away more with an awkward little shuffle.

Terry’s demeanor didn’t change as he stared the guy down. “Well, you know now. She’s off-limits, understood?” There was something undeniably alpha about Terry at that moment.

You couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth and admiration for him. It turned you on a little, that protectiveness and confidence radiating off him.

“Yeah, I got it. Sorry!” The guy muttered before quickly exiting, shame lighting up his face. Once he was gone, Terry softened, turning to you with a slight smile.

“You all right, baby?” Terry asked softly and sweetly as his eyes searched yours and you nodded, feeling all your earlier tension fade away.

“Yeah, I’m good, Terry. Thanks for stepping up like that; it was hot. You always know how to handle things, my strong man.” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Terry chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you toward his little office. “That's what I'm supposed to do, You’re my wife, baby. I’m just lookin' out for you and our little one.”

You felt your heart swell as Terry guided you towards his office. Both of you settled into his office. "Thanks, baby. This looks good" Terry smiled, took the food out, and dug in, talking about your day.

As you enjoyed your meal, you started imagining the future. “You know, Terry,” you said, your fork paused mid-air, “We should start brainstorming baby names. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”

Terry leaned back, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Oh, I’m ready for this. I’ve had a list in my head since we found out. You think we should go with something traditional or a lil’ unique?”

“Why not a mix of both?” you suggested, recalling how you loved blending various cultural influences in everything you did.

“Like a name that honors our families but also stands out. I was thinking about something like Aaliyah for a girl—strong and beautiful.”

Terry nodded, clearly considering it. “Yeah, I can see that. And for a boy, how 'bout we stick with something like Malik or Elijah? Names that carry meaning.”

You smiled, imagining your little one growing up with a name that told a story. “I love that idea! Whatever we pick will be special, just like our little one.”

After enjoying a delightful lunch with Terry, you returned home feeling content. As you settled into your cozy living room, you began to feel gentle, rhythmic kicks from the baby, who seemed to happily respond to the afternoon's activities.

Each little push sent a wave of joy through you, making you giggle with both surprise and delight as you placed your hand on your rounded belly, cherishing this beautiful connection.

You leaned back against the couch, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun streaming through the window.

Placing your hand on your belly, you smiled and began to talk softly, “Hey there, little one. Can you hear me? I wonder what you’re thinking in there.”

A gentle kick nudged your palm, as if to say, “Hello!”

“Ah, I see you’re moving in there a lot!” you chuckled, feeling affection wash over you. “Did you enjoy that lunch with me and Daddy? I hope you liked the pasta. It had just the right amount of cheese!”

Another kick flicked against your hand, and you laughed again, “So, you’re a cheese fan, huh?!” You paused for a moment, lost in thought.

“What do you think of names? I want to give you a name that matches how special you are. Something unique but also meaningful.”

You felt a series of quick little taps in response, and your heart swelled.

“Really? You like that idea?” You smiled broadly, imagining your little one growing up with a story behind their name. “I love that idea! Whatever we pick will be special, just like you—whoever you are!”

A soft kick felt like a playful response, and you giggled, “Are you giving me your approval? Do you like the names?” The little kicks became more rhythmic, almost like they were dancing.

“Okay, haha, I hear you, little one! You’re going to be lively, aren’t you?”

You settled back more comfortably, continuing to chat. “I can’t wait to see your little face and hear your first laugh. I think we’ll have so much fun together. Are you ready for all the cuddles and bedtime stories?”

Another series of kicks, more energetic this time, made you burst into tears of joy. You felt an overwhelming sense of connection with your baby.

Hours later, Terry was home, and both of you just finished eating dinner; both of you were on the couch cuddling as the baby sent gentle kicks that made you giggle.

“I can’t believe how quickly the time is flying,” Terry said, placing his hand on your hand that's on your belly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles.

“Yeah, before we know it, in the new year, we’ll be holding our baby in our arms,” you said, a radiant smile spreading across your face as you envisioned the future.

“Just imagine all the memories we’ll create together as a family.” Your heart swelled with joy as you squeezed his hand, feeling excitement and anticipation enveloping you both like a warm blanket.

Terry leaned in closer, his expression tender and sincere. His eyes, greyish blue and a hint of green sparkled with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be a wild ride," Terry said softly, his voice full of emotion, "But I wouldn’t want to go through it with anyone else but you. I promise to be the best husband and dad I can be.”

The sincerity in his words made your chest tighten with happiness. "You already are, Terry," you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you leaned in to capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

The warmth of his embrace wrapped around you as you nestled closer to his chest, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, which always made you feel safe and cherished.

You and Terry enjoyed a wonderful Christmas surrounded by family, filling your home with laughter, cheer, and the warmth of togetherness.

As the New Year approached, the excitement grew with the anticipation of welcoming your little one into the world. You decided to keep things intimate, opting for a cozy celebration at home.

The sounds of your favorite songs filled the air, creating a joy-filled atmosphere. Although you were nearly nine months pregnant, you felt a burst of energy and couldn’t resist dancing, swaying your hips and letting the music move you.

As you twirled around, Terry sat on the couch, watching you with admiration and tenderness. His eyes sparkled with pride as he took in your sight, glowing and radiant.

Terry's smile slowly faded when he noticed the expression on your face. You gasped as an odd sensation rippled through you, and you stiffened slightly, a flurry of emotions rushing in.

"Baby, you okay?" Terry asked, getting up from the couch and placing his hand on your lower back.

“Uh…I think something’s happening.” You answered, and he looked down at you, concern flickering in his eyes.

“What do you mean? You feelin’ all right? I told you to take it easy on dancing?” Terry started and you took a deep breath, the realization washing over you.

“No, I think my water just broke!” You answered, closing your eyes for a second. His whole demeanor shifted in an instant, a calm intensity taking over.

“Oh, Oh. Okay, Okay. I need you to stay calm for me, yeah? I’ll grab the bag we packed, and you call your folks. You got this, and I’m right here with you.” He said with a light smile.

With a nod, you reached for your phone, your fingers trembling just a bit. You hit dial and waited as the phone rang. “Hello?” your mom’s voice came through.

“Mom! It’s happening! My water broke! We’re heading to the hospital!” You blurted out.

Her excitement kicked in immediately. “Oh my God! I’ll be there as soon as I can. Do you need anything?”

“Just you and Dad get here when you can; don't rush, okay? We’ll be waiting!” You hung up just as Terry re-entered the room, the hospital bag slung over his shoulder.

“I got everything we need; you called your parents?” Terry asked, moving quickly, helping you put your jacket on. “Yeah, what about yours?” You answered.

“Yeah, I did...um...okay...we need to go?” Terry said with a nod, seeing the fire in his eyes—the blend of excitement and determination made your heart race.

“Right, just a little nervous,” you admitted, rubbing your bump. “It’s finally time.” Terry smiled, stepping closer to you, a reassuring hand on your belly.

“You’re the strongest woman I know, baby. You got this; take some deep breaths with me.” Terry said, leading you out of the bedroom, and you nodded, letting your breathing steady.

As you both stepped outside, the evening air hit your face, the coolness juxtaposed with the moment's warmth. Terry held the door for you, and you climbed into the seat.

Terry climbed in, starting the engine and giving you a reassuring smile. “Let’s roll, mama. Our baby’s gonna be here soon.” Driving through the city, he kept glancing over, ensuring you were all right.

“You feelin’ any stronger contractions yet?” Terry asked, placing his hand on your legs for comfort. “A little, but I can handle it. I just want to be at the hospital.”

When you pulled up to the hospital, Terry was quick to jump out and help you. “C’mon, baby, I got you,” he said, assisting you as you entered.

You could already see the nurses preparing to help, and adrenaline rushed through you. Holding Terry’s hand tightly, you felt ready to take on whatever came next.

As the hours ticked by, it was around 10 pm, and the atmosphere in the hospital room was a blend of excitement and nervous energy. You and Terry had decided to keep the baby’s gender a secret, wanting to embrace the surprise that was to come.

Now, though, the moment was drawing near, and the anticipation was almost overwhelming. With each contraction, waves of pain coursed through you, but Terry was right by your side, holding your hand tightly.

“You got this, baby. Just breathe. I’m right here,” Terry said, his soothing voice cutting through the haze of discomfort. You looked up at him, his expression a mix of pride and concern.

How he wiped the sweat from your forehead and his gentle yet firm touch reminded you how much you loved him.

“Ugh, Terry, this hurts so much,” you groaned, squeezing his hand tighter as another contraction hit. The pain was intense, but having him there was grounding.

“I just wanna see our baby already,” you panted, trying to focus on your breathing.

“Just a little more, just a little more,” Terry encouraged, his voice steady, contrasting your emotions.

“You’re stronger than you know. We gon’ meet our little one real soon. I can feel it.” He leaned in close, his forehead almost touching yours, a comforting presence amidst the chaos.

“Why did we think this was a good idea?” you laughed through gritted teeth, your humor trying to break through the moment's intensity.

“Like, I’m not sure I signed up for this pain level!” You added. He chuckled, a soothing sound.

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout? You did all the signing—I was just here for the fun part,” he teased, bringing a smile to your lips despite everything.

“Nah, for real, you’re doin’ amazing, baby. Just remember how we said we wanted to wait to find out? We gon’ have our little surprise soon enough."

“Okay, okay…” you murmured, finding strength in his words. Eventually, it was time to push, and you were about to deliver your little one.

Your doctor and nurse were present, and Terry, was by your side. Terry’s encouragement filled the air with each push, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

“You’re almost there, baby. Just a few more, and you’ll be holdin’ our child,” Terry said, his voice filled with unwavering faith in you.

“Terry, I don’t know if I can do this anymore!” you cried out in frustration, the pressure building.

“Yes, you can! You’re so strong, baby, and I’m so proud of you,” he replied, eyes shining with admiration.

“Just a couple more pushes; I promise you’ll see how this is worth it.” You focused on Terry’s voice with a determined breath, feeling the love radiating off him.

“All right,” You pushed again, the intensity of the pain almost blinding, but then…relief. A newborn cry filled the room, and your heart soared.

Terry’s eyes widened in disbelief and joy as he gazed down, the overwhelming awe washing over him like a warm wave. “Oh, sweetheart, you did it! We have a beautiful baby boy!”

His voice quivered with uncontainable joy, and a radiant smile spread across his face as he turned to look at you. “You were absolutely incredible, sweetheart!” Terry exclaimed, tears of happiness.

The nurse gently placed your newborn son on your abdomen, carefully cleaning away the remnants of birth; his tiny body glistened under the soft hospital lights.

You looked down, your heart soaring as you took in every detail of your son, so tiny and perfect, with a delicate little nose and slight hair.

“Oh my god, Terry. He's beautiful,” you whispered, your voice barely rising above the sweet sound of his first cries that filled the room with pure, unrefined joy.

You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as you touched the soft crown of his little head, marveling at the miracle of life before you.

“You’re a champ, baby,” Terry said, his voice thick with pride and admiration as he leaned in to gently kiss your lips. “And look at our little man! He’s got your spirit already,” he added, beaming with pride.

As the nurse carefully took your son for a moment, bustling him away for a quick cleaning and weighing, Terry followed close behind, unable to tear his gaze away from the little life you both had created.

After the whirlwind of giving birth and addressing all that comes with it, you and Terry finally find peace, alone in the quiet hospital room with your newborn son.

The warm glow of the moonlight streams through the window, casting a soft night on the three of you. You have just finished breastfeeding as you gazed into your son’s tiny face.

Now, he sleeps soundly in your arms, his tiny chest rising and falling rhythmically, wrapped in a cozy blanket. Terry sits beside you, his eyes filled with admiration as he sees his child.

The two of you exchange glances, a silent understanding passing between you, both overwhelmed by parenthood's immense joy and responsibility.

A gentle smile plays on your lips as you continue to look at your little boy, his tiny fingers curled and delicate features soft in slumber. The room is filled with calmness, and everything feels just right.

“We have a son, Terry. What are we gonna name him?” You shifted your gaze to Terry; his expression was pure bliss at the miracle you had both created.

Terry kissed your forehead softly, a sweet gesture that radiated warmth. His light, expressive eyes sparkled with emotion, revealing how much he cherished this moment.

“How about we name him Elijah Terrance Richmond?” Terry suggested, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

You smiled, feeling a surge of pride. “Elijah Terrance Richmond,” you repeated, savoring its sound. “It’s perfect—strong, amazing, just like his daddy,” you added with a bright smile, your heart swelling.

Terry's eyes widened, glanced at the clock, and realized the time—it was the new year, and the world outside was alive with the sounds of celebration with fireworks.

Terry wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you and Elijah closer together, creating a cocoon of warmth and love. “Happy New Year, Baby,” Terry whispered.

“We have so many memories to make this year, especially with little Eli.” His words wrapped around your heart like a comforting embrace, filling you with hope and excitement for the future.

“I know, baby! I can’t wait to start this parenthood journey with you,” you replied, beaming at him with pure joy. “Happy New Year! I love you, Terry.”

With a playful glint in his eye, Terry squeezed you tightly. “I love you too, and here’s to our new family.” You shared a glance filled with dreams, plans, and an unbreakable bond, ready to face whatever the future held together.

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Party (2)

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

A/N: Please don’t be mad at me, but I think there will only be 1 or 2 (maximum 3) other parts of this fanfic! Thank you all for your support, love, and comments! Much love! xx

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, alcohol and nausea, angst!

Enjoy!

Previous Part

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"What if you were pregnant?"

he asks suddenly, his voice quiet, almost hesitant.

I blink, the question catching me of guard. "What?"

He shrugs, though there's a serious look in his eyes. "I mean, what if you were? What would you think? We've joked about it before, but... I'm asking for real."

For a second, I don't know what to say. The thought had crossed my mind before, but hearing him say it out loud makes my heart skip a beat.

"I think I'd be happy." I say softly, searching his face. "I mean I love kids and if it happened, if we ended up with one, especially with you.." I pause, a smile tugging at my lips. "It'd be like winning the lottery. You're the most amazing dad."

His eyes soften, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. "You really think so?"

"I know so." I say, my voice steady now.

"I see how you are with your kids, how you care. You're perfect. And if it happened... it wouldn't scare me. Not with you."

For a moment, he just looks at me. His expression unreadable. Then, he leans down and presses a soft lingering kiss to my lips.

"You amaze me everytime baby." He murmurs against my skin.

The music was still thumping softly as Hugh and I made our way back to the party after our little escape to the storage room. The air felt lighter between us, the tension gone, but the heat still lingered. I caught Hugh’s eye, and he gave me a playful smirk, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back as we rejoined the crowd. I felt a little flushed, still high from everything that had just happened. His shirt was slightly rumpled, and I knew my lipstick had to be smudged from where I’d kissed him.

It didn’t take long for someone to notice. Ryan and Blake were sitting near the bar, chatting with some of the stragglers who remained. The moment we approached, Ryan's sharp gaze caught the lipstick stain on Hugh’s neck, and he raised an eyebrow. Blake followed his gaze and let out a knowing giggle.

"Well, well, look who’s been busy!" Ryan said with that signature mischievous smirk of his. He pointed at Hugh’s neck, leaning forward with a mock-serious expression. "You’ve got a little something there, mate. Lipstick, hickeys... did someone interrupt you?"

Blake playfully slapped Ryan’s arm, trying to hold back her laughter. “Come on, give them a break. It’s her birthday!” she teased, winking at me. “Though, you guys could be a little more discreet.”

I laughed, the alcohol still buzzing through my veins, making everything feel funnier than it probably was. “Oh, come on! Like you and Ryan haven’t snuck off at a party before.”

Blake threw her head back in a dramatic laugh. “Touché.”

Hugh, ever the composed one, just chuckled and shook his head, his arm tightening around me. “What can I say? You know how it is. She’s irresistible.”

Ryan held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m not judging. If anything, I’m impressed. Just don’t blame us if Chris or Scott see you and start giving you a hard time.”

The party had thinned out, most people either drunk or already heading home. I could feel my legs wobbling a bit more than before, the room starting to spin slightly. I had drunk a lot tonight, more than I probably should have. The champagne, the cocktails, the shots - especially the shots with Chris and Scott. I swayed on my feet, leaning heavily into Hugh for support.

“I think it’s time to get you home.” Hugh whispered into my ear, his voice filled with warmth but tinged with concern.

I pouted, not ready for the night to end, my mind still in a drunken haze.

“Nooo, I’m fine! Let’s dance more!” I slurred, tugging at his shirt, my hands brushing over his chest. My fingers wandered lower, more out of impulse than intent, but Hugh caught my wrists gently, chuckling at my tipsy boldness.

“Love, you’re completely wasted.” he said softly, his voice full of amusement. “I’m here sobering up, and you… well, you’re ready to pass out.”

I frowned up at him, my body warm and heavy with alcohol. “I’m not ready to go!” I protested weakly, though my words were slurred, and I could feel my body growing sluggish.

Hugh just smiled, ever patient. “I know you’re having fun, but it’s time. Let’s get you home.”

I tried again, tugging at his collar playfully, but Hugh was already maneuvering us toward the exit, his arm wrapped securely around me to keep me from stumbling. I could feel my legs giving out beneath me, but Hugh, ever steady, guided me gently, never letting me fall.

Ryan and Blake followed close behind as we stumbled our way outside, where a cab was already waiting. “Need some help getting her in?” Ryan asked, though I could hear the amusement in his voice. He was clearly enjoying my drunken state a little too much.

Hugh shook his head, already opening the door and helping me inside. “I’ve got it. She’s just affectionate when she’s drunk.”

Ryan snorted. “Affectionate is one word for it.”

Blake laughed, climbing into the cab after me. “Come on, let’s get you home before you start a new round of inappropriate touching.”

“You’re doing God’s work, Hugh.” Ryan said, a grin on his face as we closed the doors. “Getting this one home in one piece.”

Hugh just laughed. "I'm sure it won’t be the last time."

I put my head on Hugh’s shoulder and put my arms around him, trying to pull him as close as possible to me.

"Baby, I'm still not tired." I slurred, my fingers running over the buttons of his shirt again.

Hugh just shook his head with a soft chuckle, gently catching my hands and keeping them still. “Sure you’re not.” he said, his voice full of warmth and amusement. “But let’s get you home, and we’ll see how awake you are then.”

Once we were settled, the cool night air and the soft hum of the car's engine started to lull me into a sleepy daze. I slumped against Hugh’s chest, my head heavy on his shoulder. The warmth of his body, combined with the gentle rocking of the cab, had my eyelids drooping almost instantly. I could feel Hugh’s hand stroking my hair, his fingers running through the strands in a soothing rhythm.

“Shh, just rest. I’ve got you.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I sighed, my body sinking further into his embrace, completely safe and content.

The next thing I knew, we were home. I barely registered the door opening or the cool breeze as Hugh scooped me up into his arms. My head lolled against his chest as he carried me inside, his steps quiet and careful.

“I can walk..” I mumbled, though my body betrayed me, limp and uncooperative.

Hugh just chuckled softly. “Sure you can, love. Just relax.”

He carried me up the stairs to our bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. I was half-awake now, my mind hazy but aware enough to realize I was still in my dress. I groaned, trying to kick off my shoes but failing miserably.

“Let me help.” Hugh said, kneeling beside the bed. He removed my shoes and then gently tugged at the zipper of my dress, helping me out of it with a tenderness that made my heart swell even in my drunken state. I managed to help him pull one of his T-shirts over my head, the soft fabric comforting against my skin.

As he tucked me under the covers, I reached for his hand, my fingers curling around his. “Thank you.” I mumbled, my eyes barely open. “I love you.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I love you too, y/n. Get some rest.”

I fell asleep almost instantly, the last thing I felt being Hugh’s warm lips pressing a kiss to my forehead.

The next morning, I woke up with a groan, my stomach twisting unpleasantly. The light streaming through the curtains felt too bright, and the pounding in my head made me wince. But worse than the headache was the nausea rolling through me in waves. I barely had time to think before I shot out of bed, racing toward the bathroom.

I barely made it to the toilet before I started throwing up, my body heaving violently as I emptied the contents of my stomach. I felt someone rush in behind me, and then Hugh was there, his hands holding back my hair, his voice soft and full of concern.

“Shh, I’m here. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” he whispered, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back as I retched again.

Once I finished, I collapsed back against him, my body weak and shaking. He handed me a glass of water, helping me sip it slowly.

“You okay?” he asked gently, his eyes scanning my face for any signs of distress.

I nodded weakly, though I felt far from okay. “I feel like death.”

Hugh chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to my temple. “That’s what happens when you drink half the bar with your friends.”

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Never again. I am never drinking like that again.”

Hugh smiled knowingly, helping me to my feet and guiding me back to the bed. “You say that now, but we both know you’ll forget by the next party.”

I shook my head, wincing as the movement made my headache worse. “No, I mean it this time.”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to it.” he teased, pulling the blankets up around me. “I’m going to make breakfast. Try to rest for a bit.”

I nodded, sinking back into the pillows, my stomach still churning. Hugh kissed my forehead again before leaving the room. I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would take me again, but the nausea was relentless. Hugh disappeared into the kitchen, and I could hear the faint clinking of pots and pans.

After a few minutes of lying there, my stomach still swirling, I figured it was better trying to eat something than to keep lying there feeling like death. I dragged myself out of bed again, my legs shaky but steady enough to make it to the kitchen.

Ryan, Blake, and Hugh were already there when I entered, laughing about something I couldn’t quite catch. Ryan was standing at the stove, poking at a pan of sizzling bacon, the smell instantly hitting me like a wave. My stomach churned violently, and without a word, I turned on my heel and rushed back to the bathroom, the nausea hitting me harder than before.

I barely made it to the toilet before I started throwing up again. It was worse this time - my stomach heaving painfully as I coughed and retched, bile burning in my throat. I collapsed to my knees, clutching the sides of the toilet as my body shook. I heard soft footsteps behind me, and this time it was Blake who appeared, crouching down beside me, rubbing my back as I tried to catch my breath.

“Oh honey, that doesn’t sound good..” Blake said gently, her hand moving in soothing circles on my back. “Take deep breaths.”

I nodded weakly, leaning back against the wall as I wiped my mouth with the tissue she handed me. I felt shaky, weak, and utterly miserable.

Blake glanced toward the door before looking back at me with a concerned frown. “Are you sure this is just a hangover?”

I blinked at her, my head still spinning, my stomach twisting with the aftermath of throwing up again. “What else would it be?” I muttered weakly, closing my eyes for a moment to block out the light.

Blake hesitated, biting her lip. “Well… you know, it could be something else.” She paused, watching me carefully. “Y/n, have you thought about doing a pregnancy test?”

Her words cut through the fog in my brain, and I blinked at her, the thought landing like a rock in my stomach. Pregnant? The idea seemed so far-fetched, so out of place, that for a moment I just stared at her, trying to process what she was saying.

“No. ” I said, my voice hoarse. “I mean, I had my period last week, so I can't be.. you know.. It’s just a hangover.”

Blake’s frown deepened, her hand still rubbing my back. “That’s not always a guarantee. Some women still get light bleeding in early pregnancy.” She tilted her head slightly, her eyes soft but serious. “You’ve been really sensitive to smells, throwing up, and you’ve been more emotional than usual… It might be worth taking a test, just to rule it out.”

I sat there, blinking at her, trying to process her words through the fog of nausea and the pounding in my head. The idea seemed so absurd that I almost wanted to laugh, but at the same time there was a small, nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Could she be right? Could all of this be something more than just a brutal hangover?

Blake gave me a soft, encouraging smile. “Look, I’ll grab a test later today. Just to be sure. You never know.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I-I don’t know, Blake. It seems unlikely. I mean, we’ve been careful. Mostly.”

Blake raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Mostly?”

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling unsure. Had we been careful enough? The thought sent a ripple of nerves through me, and I suddenly felt a little more sober than I had just a few moments ago.

Blake squeezed my shoulder gently. “Don’t stress about it, okay? Let’s just check later, and if it’s nothing, then it’s nothing.”

I nodded slowly, still feeling a little dazed. “Okay,” I whispered. “Just to be sure.”

Blake smiled warmly and helped me up, steadying me as I wobbled on my feet. We made our way back to the kitchen, where Ryan was still standing over the stove, flipping the bacon with a grin on his face.

“There she is! Feeling better?” he asked with a laugh, glancing over his shoulder.

The moment the smell of the bacon hit me again, my stomach lurched violently. I pressed my hand over my mouth, barely managing to shake my head before I turned and bolted back to the bathroom. This time, Blake was right behind me, rubbing my back again as I heaved into the toilet for the third time that morning.

When I finally stopped, I collapsed back against the wall, my body trembling with exhaustion. Blake knelt beside me, her expression serious this time. “Okay, y/n. We’re definitely getting that pregnancy test.”

Blake and I stepped back into the kitchen after my second round of nausea, and the moment we entered, the smell of bacon hit me like a wall. I flinched, my stomach rolling violently. Blake was quick to jump in, giving Ryan a pointed look.

“Ryan, put the bacon away. Please.” Blake said, her tone somewhere between commanding and concerned.

Ryan raised his eyebrows, clearly confused, but he nodded, lifting the pan off the stove. “Alright, alright!” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “No more bacon. I thought we were having the classic hangover cure breakfast, but I guess not.” He shot me a teasing grin, but I could barely manage a smile in return. I still felt nauseous, and the smell lingered in the air like a bad joke.

“Thanks..” I muttered, sitting down slowly at the kitchen table. The wooden chair felt unusually hard beneath me, and the room swayed slightly as I rested my head in my hands. The world felt too bright, too loud.

Hugh, who had been standing near the counter, came over and placed a hand on my shoulder. His eyes were filled with concern. “You alright?” he asked softly, crouching down so that he was level with me.

I glanced up at him, forcing a weak smile. “Yeah, just a huge hungover.”

But Hugh wasn’t convinced. His brow furrowed, and he leaned in closer. “You sure it’s just the hangover? You haven’t been able to keep anything down since you woke up.”

Before I could answer, Blake chimed in, her voice light but purposeful. “Maybe we should all skip the bacon for now and just go for something lighter.” She glanced at Ryan, who finally relented, wrapping the bacon up and placing it in the fridge.

Ryan, with his usual flair for dramatics, gave a mock sigh. “Fine, fine. Guess we’re having toast and eggs then. Maybe some fruit if you’re feeling fancy.”

Blake shot him a grateful smile, but I could still see the concern lurking behind her eyes as she glanced at me again. We both knew there might be something more going on.

Hugh stood up, but he didn’t stray far. I could feel his eyes on me, the warmth of his hand still lingering on my shoulder. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked again, his voice quieter this time, more intimate. He knew me too well. He knew when something was off.

I looked up at him, my heart clenching slightly. There was something about the way he was looking at me - so protective, so deeply caring - that made my throat tighten. “I’m okay, I promise.” I said softly, but the words felt hollow, even to me.

Blake cleared her throat, sensing the tension. “Let’s just have breakfast!” she said brightly, pulling out a chair and gesturing for Ryan to start serving up the toast and eggs.

The four of us settled down around the table, the atmosphere easing up a bit as we started to eat. But I could still feel Hugh’s eyes on me from time to time, his silent concern hanging in the air between us. I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the food in front of me, though every bite felt like a chore.

Blake glanced at me after breakfast, a knowing look in her eyes. The subtle exchange between us was enough to make my stomach twist. We both knew what we needed to do, but there was no easy way to get through it - especially with Hugh and Ryan lingering around.

“I’ll go grab something at the drug store.” Blake said, her voice calm but determined. She stood from the table, adjusting her sweater as if she was about to run a quick errand.

Ryan looked up from his phone, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What do you need to grab? You just went grocery shopping.”

Hugh chimed in. “Yeah, Blake, what secret are you hiding from us? If you’re buying ice cream and not sharing, we’re going to have a serious problem.”

Blake rolled her eyes but smiled, her hands resting on her hips. “You boys and your ice cream obsession. It’s nothing - just girl stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious but too lazy to press further. Hugh, however, looked from Blake to me, his concern still evident.

Blake waved them off with a casual laugh. “You three just stay here and look after y/n!” Her tone was light, but I could tell she was eager to get out the door before they asked more questions.

Ryan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. “Alright, but if you come back with some girly drama that needs solving, I’m out. Hugh, it’s all on you, man.”

Hugh gave a half-smile, but his eyes remained on me, his concern still present even as Blake slipped out the door. The boys didn’t ask any more questions, and I was grateful for Blake’s smooth distraction.

While Blake was out, the rest of us stayed in the kitchen, casually cleaning up and chatting about the party last night. Ryan, as usual, kept things light with his jokes, but Hugh’s attention would drift back to me every now and then. I could feel it, the quiet, worried glances he gave me when he thought I wasn’t looking. My stomach churned - not just from the remnants of the hangover, but from the anxiety creeping up inside me.

When Blake returned, she had a small paper bag in her hand. She slipped it into her purse quickly, her movements smooth, as if she’d done this a hundred times. She didn’t say anything right away, just casually joined the conversation as if nothing had happened.

Hugh looked up from his spot at the table. “You’re back quick. Everything okay?”

Blake smiled brightly, her eyes flicking to me for the briefest of moments before turning her attention back to Hugh. “Yup! Everything’s good.” She clapped her hands together, clearly ready to move things along. “Alright, boys, let’s set up a movie or something. How about we go pick something out?”

Ryan groaned. “Ugh, really? But not another rom-com, Blake!”

She laughed and grabbed him by the arm, leading him and the others out of the kitchen. “I’ll even let you pick, Ryan. But you’re banned from all superhero movies, deal?”

I watched as Blake expertly herded them into the living room, leaving me alone with the test still hidden in the bag. My hands were trembling slightly, the weight of what was about to happen starting to settle in.

The bathroom felt impossibly small, the silence pressing in on me as I stared down at the pregnancy test in my hand. My fingers trembled as I looked at it, my reflection in the mirror barely recognizable. I was almost 30 years old. That thought kept echoing in my mind, louder and louder, until it drowned out everything else.

My heart raced, pounding in my chest like it wanted to escape.

I couldn’t stop the whirlwind of thoughts. How would Hugh react? He was already a father - his kids adored him. But this… this would be our child. Our baby. The idea of it thrilled me, but it also terrified me. I hadn’t expected this, not so soon. Not after one and a half years. My stomach twisted at the thought, nerves gnawing at the edges of my excitement.

What about my family? My mother would be overjoyed, but what would she think of me having a baby with Hugh? And my friends - they had no idea what was coming. Could I even handle all of their opinions? I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to steady myself.

Two minutes. I just needed to get through these two minutes.

The timer buzzed, and I hesitated, my heart pounding in my ears as I reached for the test.

Two lines.

For a second, everything froze. I couldn’t process it. I'm pregnant. I was actually pregnant.

My knees felt weak, and I leaned against the sink, trying to catch my breath. A mixture of disbelief and joy surged through me, but beneath that, fear crept in. This was real. It was happening. I had to tell Hugh.

I left the bathroom, the positive test still clutched in my hand. Blake was waiting near the door, her eyes searching mine. She didn’t need words - she knew. I gave her a weak smile, and she nodded, offering silent support. But I couldn’t stay here with her. I had to talk to Hugh, had to tell him.

As I walked into the living room, I saw Hugh sitting on the couch with Ryan, both of them laughing over some joke. My stomach fluttered nervously. How could I tell him? How could I explain that everything was about to change? I cleared my throat, my voice barely steady as I said, “Hugh, can we talk?”

Ryan, always the joker, raised an eyebrow. “Uh oh, bedroom conversation time? I’m sure nothing serious, right?” His tone was light, teasing, but I barely registered it. My heart was too heavy, too full of what I had to say.

Hugh noticed my tone and immediately stood up, his smile fading into concern. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, his voice gentle as he approached me.

I managed to smile, but it felt fragile, like glass about to break. “Can we talk in the bedroom?” I repeated, trying to keep my nerves in check.

Ryan chuckled as he leaned back on the couch. “Sure, just leave the door open so I can hear all the juicy details!”

Hugh shot him a look but followed me into the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. As soon as we were alone, I felt the full weight of what I was about to say, and it hit me like a wave.

I started pacing, my mind racing, words tumbling out of my mouth without making sense. “You know I've been feeling weird for a while now.. and I thought it was from drinking too much last night and because if my period but it wasn’t, and now I don’t know how to say this, I-”

“Y/n.” Hugh interrupted, his voice calm but full of concern. He stepped closer, his hands gently resting on my arms to still me. “Hey, you’re scaring me. Just tell me. What’s going on?”

I met his gaze, my heart pounding. I took a deep breath, feeling the tears start to sting the back of my eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

The room fell into an almost deafening silence as Hugh stared at me, his expression unreadable at first. My stomach flipped, unsure of what he would say, how he would react. Seconds ticked by, feeling like an eternity. Was he shocked? Was he upset?

Then, slowly, his face broke into the widest smile I had ever seen. “Wait… you’re pregnant? You’re serious?”

I nodded, biting my lip, feeling my own emotions teetering on the edge. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, and before I knew it, he was lifting me off the ground, swirling me around in a tight circle. I laughed, clinging to him as he spun us around.

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed, still holding me tightly. “We’re having a baby!” His voice was filled with pure joy, and my heart soared.

“Hugh!” I laughed, trying to catch my breath as he set me back on my feet, both of us giddy with happiness. “I can’t believe this is real.”

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to fall. “You’re amazing.” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “This is the best news I’ve ever heard. We’re going to have a baby.” His eyes were shining, and I could see how much this meant to him, how deeply it touched him.

I felt the sob building in my chest and buried my face against his chest, my body trembling as I cried.

A sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. My body tensed as the memory of last night's party flooded back - how much I had drunk, how wild everything had been. My breath caught in my throat, and I pulled back, staring up at Hugh with wide, panicked eyes.

"Oh my God, Hugh!" I whispered, my voice shaky. "I-I was drinking. I got wasted last night, and I’m pregnant! What if I hurt the baby? What if- "

“Hey, hey, love.” Hugh interrupted gently, cupping my face in his hands, his eyes full of warmth and reassurance. “It’s okay. You didn’t know.”

“But- ” I started, my chest tightening with anxiety. "What if something’s wrong? I should have been more careful, but I didn’t even think- "

“Shh..” he soothed, pulling me even closer. His voice was soft but firm. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It was one night, and the baby is going to be fine. We’ll see the doctor, and everything will be okay. You’re healthy, and the baby will be, too.”

I blinked up at him, still feeling that knot of fear twisting in my stomach. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I love you so much.” he murmured, his lips pressing softly against my forehead. “I can’t believe it.”

“I love you too.” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t know how you’d react. I was so nervous.”

He pulled back slightly, his eyes still shining with unshed tears as he kissed me softly, tenderly, over and over. “How could I not be happy?” he whispered. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted with you.”

I smiled through my tears, my heart swelling with love for him. “I was so scared.”

“I know.” he murmured, his fingers gently brushing through my hair. “But we’re in this together, always.”

After a moment, he pulled me back just enough to look into my eyes. “Wait... is this why Blake went out earlier? To get a test?”

I nodded, laughing softly. “Yeah, she knew I needed to find out.”

Hugh chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m going to have to thank her later!”

I wiped at my face, feeling lighter, freer than I had in hours. “We should tell Ryan and Blake.” I said softly.

Hugh smiled, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “Yeah, let’s tell them.”

We called out to Ryan and Blake, who came into the bedroom looking curious. Ryan, as always, was already grinning, clearly suspicious that something was up.

“Alright, what’s the big secret?” Ryan asked, crossing his arms with a mock-serious expression. “You two have been waaaay too quiet!”

Hugh and I exchanged a look, and then I took a deep breath before saying, “We have some news... I’m pregnant!”

Ryan’s eyes widened for a second, and then that trademark grin of his spread across his face. “Well damn, Hugh, looks like you’ve got pretty good aim!”

Blake slapped his arm, but she was laughing, tears already welling up in her eyes. “Ryan, stop it!” she scolded, though her smile was just as wide.

Ryan chuckled, shaking his head. “Seriously, though, congrats, you two. That’s incredible!” He pulled Hugh into a hug, then turned to me, his expression softening. “You’re gonna be amazing at this.”

Blake immediately rushed to hug me, her voice quiet and full of emotion. “I’m so happy for you! And I'm so proud of you!” she whispered. “This is huge.”

I smiled, hugging her back tightly. “Thank you, Blake. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As we all sat down, the conversation naturally shifted to the baby, to the future. Hugh held my hand the entire time, his thumb brushing back and forth over my skin as we talked about doctor’s appointments, ultrasounds, and everything that was to come. Through it all, I felt Hugh’s love and excitement radiating from him. And I knew, without a doubt, that everything would be okay. We were going to be a family.

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mybelovedwoo · 7 months ago

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midnight ramen and longing hearts

san x f!reader

fluff, childhood best friends to lovers, angst, suggestive / wc: 2.9k

note: they went on their first official date. it gets a little suggestive at the end, oopsie!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

A few days had passed since San and Y/n had confessed their feelings to each other. Tonight, they were going on their first official date, a mix of excitement and nerves buzzing between them. They decided to keep it simple and meaningful by taking a walk along the Han River, a place that had always held a special significance for them.

The night was cool and clear, the city lights reflecting off the calm waters of the river. As they strolled along the riverside path, the familiar sound of water lapping against the shore and the soft murmur of other couples created a peaceful backdrop for their evening.

San walked beside Y/n, hands tucked into his pockets as he stole glances at her. She looked beautiful under the soft glow of the streetlights, her smile lighting up the night. They chatted easily, discussing Y/n's latest book and her friends, topics that made her eyes light up with excitement.

"So, how's that new book you're reading?" San asked, genuinely interested.

Y/n's face lit up with enthusiasm. "It's amazing! I'm in the middle of a really intense chapter right now. The protagonist is finally starting to realize her true strength, and the plot twists are incredible."

San smiled, loving how passionate she was about her reading. "Sounds like a page-turner. I might have to borrow it from you when you're done."

Y/n beamed at his words, feeling encouraged. "I'd love that. We could discuss it together."

As they walked, Y/n continued talking, her words flowing easily as she shared stories about her friends and their latest adventures. "So, Chaewon and I went to this new café last week. It was so cute, and their pastries were to die for. We ended up spending hours there, just chatting and catching up."

San listened attentively, enjoying the sound of her voice. He wanted to reach out and hold her hand, to feel the connection they had always shared, but every time he tried, his nerves got the better of him. He'd awkwardly lift his hand, then quickly drop it back to his side, hoping she wouldn't notice.

Y/n, caught up in her stories, didn't seem to notice his struggles. She was talking a lot, her words flowing easily as she tried to mask her own nervousness. "And you remember Jiwoong, right? He finally got that promotion he's been working so hard for. We're all so proud of him."

San smiled, nodding. "That's great to hear. Jiwoong really deserves it."

As they continued walking, San felt his heart racing. He wanted so badly to hold her hand, to show her how much he cared, but he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Each failed attempt made him feel more awkward, but he tried to focus on their conversation, hoping to find the right moment.

"And then there's Sua," Y/n continued. "She's planning this huge trip to Europe next summer. She's so excited about it, and I can't wait to hear all her stories when she gets back."

San felt a surge of warmth at how animated Y/n was when she talked about her friends and her life. He loved seeing her so happy and engaged. Slowly, he lifted his hand and gently brushed his fingers against hers. To his surprise, Y/n didn't pull away. Instead, she turned to look at him, her eyes soft and warm.

Without a word, Y/n intertwined her fingers with his, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. San felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over him. He squeezed her hand gently, and she squeezed back, a silent confirmation of their feelings.

They stood there for a moment, just holding hands and looking out at the river. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of warmth and affection.

"This is nice," Y/n whispered, leaning slightly against him.

"Yeah," San replied, his voice filled with emotion. "It really is."

As they continued their walk, hand in hand, the awkwardness melted away, replaced by a comfortable silence that spoke volumes. They didn't need words to express how they felt; the simple act of holding hands was enough.

They were nearing a quieter, more secluded part of the river path when a group of rowdy guys approached them, clearly intoxicated. Their loud voices and unsteady steps signaled trouble, and San immediately tensed up.

One of the guys, a tall and scruffy-looking man, swaggered closer to Y/n, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Hey there, beautiful," he slurred, leering at her. "Why don't you ditch this guy and come have some fun with us?"

Y/n's grip on San's hand tightened, and she moved closer to him, her face reflecting discomfort and unease. "No, thanks," she replied firmly, trying to keep her voice steady.

San's protective instincts kicked in. He stepped in front of Y/n, shielding her from the group. "Back off," he said, his voice low and menacing. "She said she's not interested."

The drunk guy's friends laughed, egging him on. "Oh, come on, man, we're just having a bit of fun," another one said, stepping closer.

San squared his shoulders, his eyes flashing with determination. "I said, back off. Leave her alone."

The tall guy sneered, clearly not taking the hint. "Or what?" he challenged, shoving San lightly. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Before San could respond, Y/n spoke up, her voice shaking but defiant. "Let's just go, San. They're not worth it."

San glanced back at her, his eyes softening for a moment. He nodded, then turned back to the group. "We're leaving. Stay out of our way."

As they tried to walk past the group, the tall guy grabbed Y/n's arm, pulling her back. "I don't think so," he said, his grip tight and unyielding.

That was the final straw for San. Without thinking, he swung his fist, landing a solid punch on the guy's jaw. The force of the blow sent him stumbling back, releasing Y/n. The other guys, momentarily stunned, hesitated, giving San just enough time to pull Y/n away and start running.

"Come on!" San urged, holding her hand tightly as they sprinted away from the group. The sounds of angry shouts faded behind them as they put more distance between themselves and the troublemakers.

They didn't stop running until they were safely back in a more populated area, the bright lights and presence of other people providing a sense of security. Panting and out of breath, they finally slowed to a walk.

San turned to Y/n, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.

Y/n nodded, her breath coming in quick gasps. "Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?"

San nodded, though his jaw was still clenched in anger. "I'm fine. I just couldn't let them treat you like that."

His mind replayed the scene, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He was usually the one to find peaceful solutions, always calm and composed. But tonight, seeing Y/n in danger had triggered a primal instinct to protect her, no matter the cost.

Growing up, his father had always told him, "San, you have to protect your girl. Always." Those words had echoed in his mind as he swung his fist, and they still rang in his ears now. He had acted without thinking, driven purely by the need to keep Y/n safe.

San took a deep breath, his protective instincts still on high alert. "Let's head back to my apartment," he suggested, his voice steady. "It's safer there."

Y/n nodded, trusting him completely. "Okay, let's go."

They continued their walk, moving quickly towards San's apartment. The familiar route felt reassuring, and San's presence by her side made her feel secure. They reached his building and headed up to the apartment he shared with his two roommates, Seonghwa and Mingi. Y/n knew them both very well, having spent countless hours here with San.

San unlocked the door and ushered Y/n inside. The apartment was warmly lit, a comforting contrast to the chilly night outside. Seonghwa and Mingi were in the living room, playing a video game. As soon as San and Y/n stepped inside, Mingi looked up with a mischievous grin. "Well, well, if it isn't the new couple. About time you two made it official. I always knew you both had feelings for each other."

San rolled his eyes, but a small smile played on his lips. "Not now, Mingi."

Y/n blushed, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Hi, guys," she greeted, trying to keep her voice steady.

Seonghwa, sensing that something was off, paused the game and stood up. "Hey, is everything okay?"

San nodded towards Y/n. "Y/n, why don't you go relax in my room for a bit? I'll be there in a minute."

Y/n hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. Thanks, San." She gave a small smile to Seonghwa and Mingi before heading towards San's room.

Once she was out of earshot, San turned to Seonghwa, his expression serious. "We ran into some trouble by the river. A group of drunk guys were being rude to Y/n."

Seonghwa's eyes narrowed with concern. "What happened?"

San sighed, running a hand through his hair. "One of them grabbed her. I... I punched him. I didn't want to, but I had to protect her."

Mingi's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by genuine worry. "Are you both okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine now. I just didn't want Y/n to feel more uncomfortable by talking about it in front of her."

Seonghwa nodded, placing a reassuring hand on San's shoulder. "You did the right thing, San. Protecting her is what's important. If you need anything, just let us know."

"Thanks, guys," San said, appreciating their support. "I think she just needs some time to calm down."

San took a deep breath and headed to his room, where Y/n was sitting on the edge of his bed, looking a bit lost in thought. He sat down beside her, his presence immediately making her feel more at ease.

Y/n tried to lighten the mood with a playful grin. "Well, that was unexpected. I didn't know you had such a powerful punch, San. Remind me not to get on your bad side."

San chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yeah, I've had a bit of practice I guess. Just a black belt in Taekwondo not much."

San's smile widened, enjoying the light-hearted moment with Y/n. But behind his amusement, he couldn't shake off his concern. "Y/n, are you sure you're okay? I didn't mean to scare you back there."

Y/n's expression softened as she looked at him. "San, I know you. You're not the type to throw punches unless you have to. You were protecting me, and I appreciate that."

San nodded, grateful for her understanding. But he could see the concern in her eyes, and he knew exactly what was bothering her.

"I know," he admitted quietly. "If anyone recognizes me, it could cause trouble. My image as an idol is everything."

Y/n's brows furrowed with worry. "Do you think anyone saw you?"

San shook his head. "I don't know. I tried to keep my face hidden as much as possible. Hopefully, no one noticed."

Y/n squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Let's hope for the best. Maybe it was dark, and they didn't get a good look."

San smiled faintly, grateful for her optimism. "Yeah, maybe."

They sat in silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts. San couldn't shake off the nagging worry about his career, but he also felt a profound sense of relief knowing that Y/n was safe.

"I'm sorry," Y/n said softly, breaking the silence. "I didn't mean to put you in a difficult position."

San shook his head, turning to look at her. "Hey, protecting you was worth it. I'll deal with whatever consequences come my way."

Y/n nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, San."

San leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll always protect you, Y/n. No matter what."

Y/n smiled, leaning into his touch. "I know."

They stayed like that for a while longer, finding comfort in each other's presence. Despite the uncertainties ahead, they knew they could face them together, their bond strengthened by the challenges they had overcome that night.

Eventually, Y/n pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting his with newfound determination. "Let's not dwell on this tonight. We should focus on us."

San nodded, a sense of peace settling over him. "You're right. Tonight is about us."

He looked at Y/n, a playful glint in his eyes. "Are you hungry? How about some ramen? It's nothing fancy, but it'll hit the spot."

Y/n grinned, her stomach growling in agreement. "Ramen sounds perfect right now."

San busied himself with preparing the instant ramen while Y/n sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen, fidgeting nervously.

As San boiled the water and stirred the noodles, Y/n bit her lip, unsure of how to break the awkward silence that had settled between them.

Once the ramen was ready, San handed a bowl to Y/n and took a seat beside her. They ate quietly at first, both acutely aware of the underlying meaning behind their late-night ramen choice.

After a few minutes of uneasy silence, Y/n finally spoke up, her voice hesitant. "San... about the ramen... I know what it implies."

San paused mid-bite, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh... um, yeah. I didn't mean for it to be... I just thought... we could have a late-night snack together."

Y/n's cheeks were tinged with pink as she glanced down at her bowl. "Right, of course. I understand."

San shifted uncomfortably, wanting to ease the tension. "I want you to know, Y/n, I'm not trying to rush anything. I've waited for you for so long. I can wait a little longer."

Y/n looked up, meeting his gaze. "I know, San. I appreciate that."

They finished their ramen in subdued silence, the atmosphere in the room heavy with unspoken emotions. Each bite seemed to carry with it a mix of longing and restraint, as if they were tiptoeing around the feelings that hung between them.

San set his bowl aside and glanced at Y/n, his voice soft but sincere. "Y/n, it's getting pretty late. Why don't you stay here tonight? We used to sleep together all the time when we were younger. It doesn't have to be awkward."

Y/n looked at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of surprise and relief. "Are you sure? I don't want to impose."

San smiled warmly, shaking his head. "You're not imposing. I'd actually feel better knowing you're here and safe. Plus, it's just like old times, right?"

Y/n's lips curved into a gentle smile as she nodded. "Yeah, just like old times."

San stood up and began to set up his room for the night. He found an extra pillow and blanket for Y/n, laying them out on his bed. "I'll take the floor. You can have the bed."

Y/n frowned and shook her head. "No way. We're both adults now, San. We can share the bed. It's big enough for both of us."

San hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded, trying to keep his composure. "Okay, if you're comfortable with that."

They both climbed into the bed, lying on their backs and staring at the ceiling. The initial awkwardness began to fade as they settled into the familiarity of their shared space.

San turned his head slightly to look at Y/n. "Remember when we used to have sleepovers and tell each other ghost stories until we fell asleep?"

Y/n chuckled softly, his eyes warm with nostalgia. "Yeah, and you always insisted on keeping the nightlight on afterwards."

San laughed, the sound light and carefree. "Well, I was scared! Your ghost stories were way too realistic."

Y/n chuckled softly, the tension easing between them. "I guess I did have a knack for storytelling."

As they lay side by side in the dim light of San's room, Y/n shifted slightly, turning to face away from him. "Hey, San, do you mind... um, cuddling me?"

San's heart skipped a beat at her request, but he tried to remain calm. "Sure, Y/n. No problem."

He moved closer to her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/n sighed softly, feeling a sense of warmth and security in his embrace.

For a while, they lay in silence, the only sound in the room being the soft rhythm of their breathing. The tension that had hovered between them earlier had dissolved, replaced by a quiet intimacy that felt both familiar and new.

After a couple of minutes, Y/n thought San might have fallen asleep behind her. She was starting to drift off herself when she felt a slight pressure against her back. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what it was—San's arousal pressing against her.

Her heart raced, unsure of what to do or say. She didn't want to embarrass San, but the heat of his body against hers stirred something deep within her.

Y/n took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "San... are you awake?"

San hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice low and hesitant. "Yeah, I'm awake."

Y/n bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed. "I... I felt something."

San's arms tightened slightly around her, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Y/n felt a pang of sympathy for San as she sensed his embarrassment. She gently placed her hand on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. "San, it's okay. I understand."

San forced a small smile, though his eyes still held a hint of shame. "I just... I told you I could wait, but..."

Y/n brushed her thumb lightly across his cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. "San, it's natural. We both have feelings for each other. It's okay."

San's shoulders relaxed slightly at her words, his gaze meeting hers with gratitude. "Thank you, Y/n."

They settled back into the pillows, finding a comfortable position in each other's arms. The tension that had momentarily clouded their evening melted away as they lay together in the quiet of San's room.

San brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face, his touch gentle and affectionate. "Goodnight, Y/n."

"Goodnight, San," Y/n murmured softly, her eyes drifting closed.

They both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's warmth.

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synthetickitsune · 7 months ago

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Oh, Death ✧ y.jh

Pairing: grim reaper!Yoon Jeonghan x reader (gn) Genre: angst without plot Summary: You've always thought death was beautiful and then you’re proven right just before your very own death when he comes to take you away. Word count: 1.3k Warnings: reader dies, implied suicidal thoughts and body image issues (very brief mentions for both) A/N: based on three banger lines (in bold in the fic) that @hanniedream dropped into my dms and then wrote her own amazing fic (with plot!!) that's much better than whatever this is so go read that (i'm just freeloading on bibi's big brain here)

You've always thought death was beautiful and then you’re proven right just before your very own death when he comes to take you away.

He stands there like an apparition of moonlight on a cold and rainy night, a single beam that would break the stormy skies and bring silence upon the world.

As if covered by a heavy blanket of snow, as if the time has stopped, all sound disappears from the world, from the street, from your room. You take a breath and you’re so startled you gasp again, self-conscious of the loud noise in the perfect silence.

His breathing is quiet and slow, methodical, as if he’s counting the beats of your heart before he breathes each time. It’s slow, you find, your heartbeat. Almost artificial in its steady tempo.

Somehow you feel like it’s stopped beating a long time ago, now only a memory meant to soothe you. Your body trying to save your life one last time, the memories of your cells working all together to keep you alive keep going even after their purpose was fulfilled until the last second. You look behind you - mean to look.

You can’t.

Not with the cold but gentle fingertips softly touching your jaw just as you’re about to turn back to take a look.

You’re startled again when your gaze turns towards what’s in front of you. He moved without a sound, crossing the expanse of space between you in just one second. Where are you? It feels like a dream. The split second of time between sleep and waking up, the short infinity when a lightning flashes in perfect silence and wakes you up from your sleep. You think you see stars, but they lose their shine against his eyes.

They’re the color of ice but hold the gentleness of melting snow, the water freed from its icy prison and searching for someone to embrace and mold itself against their shape. His touch is just like that snow, stealing your warmth slowly. You don’t mind it being drained as long as he keeps his fingers on your skin. He never warms up. His touch remains freezing and he looks apologetic for that. Yet there’s no reason. His cold is one of a breeze on summer’s day, a cold towel on your forehead when you’re tormented by fever.

You think you love him, death.

You understand that’s what he is. That there’s nothing that can be done about it, or about your demise. It’s not his place to decide about it, only to carry it out. He’s gentle. Quiet. As cold as his touch is, it doesn’t hurt you. You don’t remember any pain. You feel light, something akin to happiness buzzing under your skin. Elated. That’s how you feel. A reverent sort of happiness that you suppose comes after the hardship is over.

Is it an act of mercy that he won’t let you see the body that kept you alive? Or is it a rule he has to follow? You wish to see it. For all the complicated feelings you might’ve had towards it through your life, it was yours. It treated you as best as it could.

You lower your eyes like a child being scolded when his fingers stroke your cheek gently, preventing you from turning back for the second time. He’s patient. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do, but you’re sure it’s not lingering on the border between life and death, between the then and the to-be. Yet you do. It’s strange. You craved death so dearly, like a sweet candy after a bitter medicine, yet now that you’re parting with life you’re hesitant. Like wondering if you forgot to take your keys with you the moment the door is closed. Only this time, there’s no one to help you. Shedding your skin, like shedding your life in the world of living, is perhaps truly an act of mercy.

Of course you weren’t prepared for death, and for what comes after. No matter how much you longed for it and wished for it at times. It feels awkward. You’re glad someone is here waiting for you, guiding you. You’re sure he’s meant to guide you. It feels familiar. Did a similar scene happen before? Your memories are so hazy, your entire life flashing through your mind on a loop. Perhaps he’s there too somewhere, waiting like he’s waiting now for you to notice him.

You raise your gaze again and meet his eyes.

You always knew there was a reason you thought about and loved death as much as you did and now that you're face to face with him, everything made sense. death was beautiful. Death is beautiful.

You wonder if someone told him before.

Slowly he lets his hand fall, tracing your skin down your neck and towards your collarbones. Then lower. He caresses your sternum until his fingers stop just below it. You shiver. Like a deer staring into the scope of a rifle, you hold his gaze. They’re kind, his eyes. He’s kind. You feel no pain.

His soft eyes reassure you and comfort you. You start crying, and you see tears pooling in his eyes too until a single one overflows. You feel cold. The cold of staying in the pool for too long. The cold of sitting in the shower after the water stopped running, the droplets cooling on your skin, barely any heat remaining trapped in the fold of your curled body.

His lips part only slightly. You want to hear his voice but he doesn’t say anything. Your breathing is erratic and too loud, you can’t even hear him breathing. Another tear spills. His other hand comes to hold your face like he did before. Gently, a barely-there touch. His hands are always gentle. Careful not to cause pain. Something is being ripped from you with his icy touch, but it doesn’t hurt. Does it hurt him? Is he taking your pain away? If so, you wish he didn’t. Seeing him cry is like watching an angel weep. It should never happen. No matter if he’s the opposite of an angel.

It feels like an ice shard is being pulled from your body, so slowly that the sharp edges don't cut you. Something heavy is being taken from you. Something that kept the blood, the hurt, inside you. What are you going to do without it? His fingers move smoothly to hold your chin up, so you don’t see what it is that he took from you. There’s a void in your chest left behind. A black hole swallowing everything, starving to fill the emptiness. It’s not hard to guess what it was that he took from you.

One more tear falls. You want to tell him it’s okay. Instead he leans closer. His soft breath caresses your skin. You close your eyes when he’s so close you can see the web of galaxies in his irises. His lips are like petals of a frozen flower against the skin of your cheek. When you open your eyes again, he’s crying. Silently.

He extends a hand towards you, stained ruby. You take it. It’s sticky and cold. It binds you together.

If the stain remains, if it’s never washed away, will the blood spin itself into a string that would guide you back to him?

Without an answer, you follow him. For now, you only need to hold his hand. You don’t need to look for him if he found you.

And for now, that’s enough.

For now, you feel him.

Later you’ll look for ways to find him too.

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otomehoneyybearr · 8 months ago

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The Beast's Love is Unstoppable

Kagari's Story MDNI please!

This is the script version of the story. The lovely @caffedrine posted amazing summaries of Kagari, Matias and Azel's story! Please check them out (≧◡≦) ♡! Thank you!

Today’s the day Kagari will be coming to Rhodolite.

There’s still a few hours until our meetup, so to calm my excited heart, I went out, but then—

Kagari: "Princess, I've finally found you."

Emma: "K-Kagari!?"

My eyes widen at the sight of him as I was dragged into an alley and pinned against a wall.

Our long-awaited reunion was unexpectedly sudden, and my surprise outweighed my joy.

Emma: "You came much earlier than the scheduled time."

Kagari: "I wanted to see your face, even if it was one second sooner."

(So Kagari felt the same way.)

Emma: "I've been restless wanting to see you too."

As he caressed my cheek, a warm feeling spread in the center of my chest.

(As much as I want to savor this reunion.)

(Right now, taking him home is my top priority.)

Kagari "...Princess."

(…!)

Suddenly, his perfectly handsome face came close enough that I could feel his breath...

Kagari: "Finally, I get to be with you. Hold me as tight as you can."

(I was too late… No, I think he was already like this.)

Before I knew it, there was a thick, syrupy heat in his emerald eyes, and alarms started going off in my head.

Dealing with this needy general outdoors is akin to fighting a losing battle.

Emma: "Of course, I'll give you plenty of hugs and kisses. Now, let's head home."

Kagari: "I've had enough of holding back. Now is fine."

Emma: "Please just hold off on... Ah..."

Ignoring my plea, Kagari entwines his legs with mine as he presses his body against me and starts to kiss my forehead, cheeks, and neck without reservation.

I struggled desperately to escape, but he didn't budge. Needless to say, my resistance only encouraged him more.

Kagari: "Your heart is pounding so hard and your body is so warm... It’s adorable how you're so conscious of me, Princess."

Emma: "It's not because I'm conscious, it’s just because you’re coming on so strong—ah, please don't bite too hard..."

Kagari: "I'm being a good boy, so I won't leave any marks.”

Emma: "Doing this outside makes you a bad boy...!"

(It seems like the disliking for doing this outside doesn’t apply to the current Kagari.)

While enduring frustrating stimulation, I desperately searched for words to break free from this situation.

Emma: "I want to be alone with you without anyone interrupting, so please wait until we get home!"

Kagari: "To be alone with me, huh…? I'd like that."

The sparkle of anticipation I saw in his emerald eyes wasn't just my imagination.

Kagari: "You won't go back on your words, will you?"

Emma: "..."

Kagari: "Princess."

Emma: “I… I won’t."

As if urging me for an answer, he nibbles on my neck, and I nod repeatedly...

Kagari swept me up in his arms and dashed towards my house at a terrifying speed.

.....

Kagari: "Ah, I love you... Without you, Princess, I'd be left with nothing but killing people."

(Well that’s alarming... But what's scarier is that it doesn't seem like a joke.)

Kagari: "Princess, you're loosening your grip."

Emma: "Oh, sorry."

As I readjusted my arms, I ran my fingers through his red hair, and he, much like an affectionate beast, nuzzled into my neck.

For the past few hours since we arrived home, I had been sitting on Kagari's lap on the bed.

As expected, our time apart seemed to have turned him into quite the needy general.

(No matter how many times I see it, this behavior is always such a stark contrast to his usual self that it baffles my mind.)

Emma: "Isn't it uncomfortable to have me on your lap for so long?"

Kagari: "Not at all. In fact, I've been wanting to do this."

Kagari: "Your warmth, heartbeat, weight, scent, texture, touch... It’s all of you. Having you here with me."

(He looks so happy.)

(But since I've invited him into my home, I should start offering some hospitality. And if possible, prepare dinner too...)

As I gently moved my hand from around his back, he held onto me tighter, as if unwilling to let go.

Looking up at me with his face buried in my chest, it was clear how much he yearned for this.

Kagari: "No, I still want to hold you. Please, don't leave me."

Emma: "I'm just going to get the tea and dorayaki I prepared."

Kagari: "As tempting as the tea and dorayaki sound, right now, I just want your attention, Princess."

Kagari: "Are you going to leave even when your kitty is purring so contentedly?"

Kagari: "Your kitty can be quite a handful when he’s sulky, you know."

(I... I'm well aware.)

I still vividly remember the time when I got so engrossed in reading that I ended up ignoring Kagari.

…Only to be kept in bed the next day, unable to get up due to his overwhelming affection.

(At least if I get the dorayaki—)

Kagari: "Please dote on me... I'm begging you, Princess."

(Welp, there goes that plan...)

Under the rain of pleading kisses, my lips naturally part, tickled only in the most vulnerable spots inside my mouth.

His eyes and voice were so sweet they almost made me feel dizzy, and my resolve wavered...

Emma: "...Just a little longer, okay?"

Kagari: "I love you, Princess."

Seeing his smile, overflowing with affection, made me realize I could never truly win against him.

Suddenly, the hand that had been around my waist moved to my head, gently stroking my hair as if combing it.

It was unexpectedly soothing, and I tilted my head in response.

Emma: "Um, what is this?"

Kagari: "Turning the tables. You could also say I’m returning the favor."

Kagari: “I must have made you feel lonely while we were apart.”

Kagari: "That’s why this time, I’ll be the one to dote on you, Princess."

Pulling me closer, he embraces me and resumes stroking my head.

Kagari’s hand moved downward, gently patting my back in a soothing rhythm.

(Being pampered like this feels a bit embarrassing.)

(But somehow, it’s also comforting. Maybe because it’s Kagari doing it.)

(…I was pretending to be fine, but I was actually feeling really lonely.)

Unable to resist the realization of my own feelings, I buried my face into Kagari's neck.

Kagari: "You're just as needy as I am, Princess."

Emma: "I don't think so."

Kagari: "Is that so? Maybe you’re also just as clueless as me."

Emma: "Ah, it tickles!"

Kagari: "...is that all it does?"

Emma: "Huh...?"

(Come to think of it... His touch feels different…)

His previously indulgent hand had somehow slipped off its gloves, boldly trailing up my thigh and slipping beneath my skirt.

The moment I felt the warmth through my underwear, alarms went off in my head once more.

Where did the gentleness from earlier go?

Emma: "Ah, Kagari...if you keep this up, it won’t be ‘just a little longer’."

Kagari: "I know."

Emma: "So you lied...!"

Kagari: "Can you really say that when you've been carried away the whole time?"

(Uh...)

As I stumbled over my words, his green eyes narrowed with what seemed like amusement.

No matter what I say now, they’ll just sound like excuses.

(If that's the case, maybe I should just throw away all restraint and let my true feelings flow.)

(Just as Kagari was doing in front of me.)

Emma: "...Then please don’t hate me if I become an insufferably selfish, needy brat."

Kagari: "I never planned to."

Before I knew it, I was lifted and gently pushed onto the bed.

His eyes, gazing down at me, were endlessly sweet, binding my body and soul so tightly to the point where I could hardly breathe...

Kagari: "I won't let you go for as long as I live. No, even in death, I'll always love you."

Kagari: "No matter what you do, I’ll fall in love with you over and over again, Princess."

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri translations #kagari amagase #ikepri kagari

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chiiyuuvv · 11 months ago

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[DAY 15] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

— " "is it okay.. if i kiss you?" B askes A in front of their doorstep, their hands crading A's face while slowly leaning in " ; mutual pinning

♡list : @lecheugo , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @starryriize

The chirps of the crickets and the hoots of the owls were quiet compared to the sound of your shared laughter, walking down the cold sidewalk with your shoulders brushing the other, wanting to encirle their arm or hold their hand — wanting a bit of physical contact for warmth but too shy to ask.

Anton was still counting down the seconds to when he would awake to the sound of his blazing alarm, unable to believe that you — the girl he had been pinning over for months — was walking next to him, laughing along to his stupid jokes that his friends would have whacked him for.

He had to be daydreaming again, chanting to himself "I'm so lucky" as he stuffs his fidgeting hands into his pockets, his head down to conceal his flustered smile and deep laughter considering he was soft spoken, wasting a second or two to steal a glance at your smile; how its engraved with such beauty, almost like it was stuck in its place.

He thinks back at how he nervously gulps, opening your chair with shaky hands so he could sit you down, before pushing you in and doing the same process with himself, taking in the restaurant that was marked as your first date, and hopefully more to come. He prays that everything goes well, almost losing his breath at the outfit you decided to wear today, almost like you were mocking him with your beauty.

But then again, you were always beautiful, and what you were wearing wasnt anything special; just a plain shirt that hugged your curves perfectly, along with your favorite pants and shoes to pair. He remembers trying not to stare at your lips as you talk, but failing miserly, licking his own in anxiousness. He felt like an idiot under your gaze, feeling all warm and fuzzy in his stomach as butterflies swarmed carelessly, yet another stutter leaving his lips. Stop doing that!!

"My house is just down the block," you inform anton, pointing to the array of houses as anton nods, before a frown forms on his lips. He was having so much fun, he didnt want to leave. But it was probably a good idea, so he wouldnt do anything stupid to embarrass himself, and so he can spend the next hour or so screaming into his pillow, kicking his feet like a schoolgirl in the process.

You always liked how happy anton seemed to get whenever you were near, constantly biting his lip to hold back his smile, his head always hiding behind one of his friends or in his arms. It was cute, you adored him; he looked so cool with his amazing talents and achievements, plus, you loved how soft the boy was, never wanting to hurt a fly.

You thought your liking towards him was a little obvious, but maybe the boy was blindly in love, missing all of your hints that drove his friends crazy with annoyance. You wanted to capture the look on antons face when you agreed to go out with him, his jaw dropped and eyes shot open looked a little silly, and you pictured yourself laughing about it with the boy, teasing him for his adorable flusterness.

"I had so much fun today," anton quietly admits as you walk into your driveway, going up the steps in a slow pace, almost like you wanted to savor each and every moment, every feeling of this magical night. "So did i," you share a smile, looking around to think of something that would conclude your time.

"The moon looks so pretty today," you admire what was over antons shoulder, his head turning to acknowledge it before turning back to you, his heart swooning at how perfect you looked. "Yeah.." he says in a lovesick tone, his eyes going over each and every part of your face, studying it deeply like there was going to be a quiz that would be presented the next day. You looked beautiful.

Time seemed to stop when you finally turn your head to say something else to the boy, never expecting him to be already looking at you with so much love in his eyes, like he would protect you from anything and everything, his angel.

His mouth opens to say something but nothing never comes to his dismay, just using the time to admire your presence, his eyes slowly traveling to your pink, parted lips. His eyes move back to your as you unconsciously take a step forward, so close that anton hunches over without a thought, cradling your soft face into his warm hands.

"Is it okay.. if i kiss you?" His sudden words hit you like a train, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you take in how he stares at you like he hasnt touched anyone in years; he needed you. So with a nod, you slowly close your eyes, tilting your head so anton could have better access to your pretty lips, closing the distance between you too.

The feeling of your arms around his neck excites him, setting the pace to a slow movement, but able to convey the want and desire through his lips. His arms slides down to your waist to hold you closer as he presses his lips against yours repeatly before breaking, his forehead rested against yours as his eyes were still closed, basking in the after glow. Oh, how he never wanted to wake up again.

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n0vazsq · 24 days ago

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Christmas dinner | JMM21 x Reader

pairing . . . pepe marti x gf!reader

summary . . . Celebrating the holidays with your boyfriend's family couldn't get any better

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.2k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . idk pepe's sisters' names so i just made up a random one!! also i'm pretty sure he's the youngest so yeah

. . . The air in Barcelona was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the faint aroma of churros from the corner cafe down the street.

You adjusted the scarf around your neck as you and Pepe walked hand in hand toward his family home. The twinkling Christmas lights strung across the neighborhood made the evening glow with a warm, festive cheer.

"I’m warning you now," Pepe said with a grin, his fingers squeezing yours gently. "My family goes all out for Christmas. Like, all out. You’re in for a wild night."

You laughed, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. "I’m sure I can handle it. Besides, how wild can it be? Singing carols and eating turrón doesn’t sound that dangerous."

Pepe gave you a troublesome look, his dark eyes gleaming. "Just wait. My abuelo always has a surprise up his sleeve, and my sister has been plotting something since last week. You’ve been warned."

As you reached his house, the sight of his family’s beautifully decorated home made your heart warm. Fairy lights framed the windows, and a Christmas tree glowed through the living room curtains.

When Pepe opened the door, the sound of laughter and lively conversation spilled out, along with the comforting aroma of roasted meat and freshly baked bread.

"Pepe!" his older sister, Camila, called out as she came to hug him. She stopped mid hug when she saw you, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Oh my gosh, you’re finally here! We’ve heard so much about you!"

You laughed nervously as Pepe shot her a warning look. "Camila…"

"What?" she said innocently, giving you a grin before pulling you into a hug. "I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking."

Pepe’s mom appeared next, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel as she greeted you with the same warmth. "Welcome, carino," she said, pulling you into a quick embrace. "We’re so happy you could join us. Pepe’s told us so much about you."

"Only good things, I hope?" you said teasingly, glancing at Pepe.

His mom winked. "Mostly good things."

The evening was spent in a whirlwind of laughter, delicious food, and family traditions that made you feel instantly at home.

Pepe’s grandpa brought out his guitar at one point, making everyone sing a bunch of Christmas carols. You caught Pepe watching you during the singing, his gaze soft and adoring, as if he couldn’t believe you were there.

Later, as everyone gathered around the fireplace for dessert, Camila nudged Pepe with a sly grin. "Aren’t you going to show her the family tradition?"

Pepe groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Camila, no."

"What tradition?" you asked, curious.

His mom chuckled. “Every year, the youngest in the family has to wear the Santa hat and hand out the presents.”

Pepe groaned again, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. "Wait, you’re the youngest?"

"Unfortunately," he muttered, reaching for the red Santa hat Camila was already holding out.

He put it on with a dramatic sigh, but the sight of him in the fluffy red hat made you giggle. "You look adorable," you teased.

Pepe raised an eyebrow at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "You think this is funny? Just wait until next year when it’s your turn."

The thought of being part of this family tradition warmed your heart more than you expected.

As the night wore on, you found yourself in the kitchen with Pepe, helping him carry mugs of hot chocolate to everyone in the living room. He paused for a moment, setting down his tray and pulling you gently into his arms.

"You’re amazing, you know that?" he said softly, his gaze searching yours.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I could say the same about you."

"Thank you for being here," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "It means a lot to me. You mean a lot to me."

The warmth in his words, combined with the cozy glow of the holiday lights, made your heart swell. Pepe leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to meet your eyes.

"I’m really glad you’re here," he repeated, his voice full of sincerity.

"Me too," you murmured, leaning up to kiss him gently, the sounds of his family’s laughter filling the air around you.

In that moment, surrounded by love and holiday magic, you realized there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

Later, dinner was lively, the table piled high with steaming dishes that Pepe had enthusiastically described to you earlier.

His grandpa was at the head of the table, recounting a story about how Pepe once accidentally fell into a fountain as a kid while trying to catch a pigeon. The entire family burst into laughter as Pepe groaned, shaking his head with a sheepish grin.

"I told you that story stays in the past, Abuelo," he protested, but his embarrassment only made the moment sweeter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with them, feeling more at ease with every passing moment. It was hard not to feel like part of the family when the room was so full of love and warmth.

"So, what about you?" Camila asked, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?"

You nearly choked on your drink as everyone turned their attention to you. "Oh, no, no, no," you said quickly, holding up your hands. "We’re not turning this into a roast me session."

Pepe chuckled beside you, reaching out to squeeze your hand under the table. "Careful," he teased. "Camila’s relentless."

"Hey, I learned from the best," she shot back, earning another round of laughter.

As the plates were cleared and dessert was brought out, Pepe’s mom suddenly turned to you, her eyes warm and thoughtful. "You know," she began, "I noticed you really liked the paella."

Your eyes lit up as you nodded eagerly. "It was incredible! Honestly, the best I’ve ever had."

Her smile widened at your enthusiasm, and she reached for a small notebook on the counter behind her. "Then it’s only right that you take the recipe," she said, handing it to you. "This is my signature dish. I don’t share it often, but I think you’ll do it justice."

You stared at the notebook in disbelief, touched beyond words. "Are you serious?" you asked, your voice tinged with awe.

"Of course," she said warmly. "You’re important to Pepe, which means you’re important to us."

The sincerity in her words made your chest tighten. You glanced at Pepe, who was watching the exchange with a soft smile, his gaze full of quiet pride.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft but heartfelt. "This means so much to me. I’ll make sure to do it justice."

As the family moved on to sharing more stories and teasing each other over dessert, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Being here, surrounded by so much love and acceptance, felt like stepping into a holiday movie. Maybe even better.

Pepe leaned over, his voice low enough for only you to hear. "Told you they’d love you," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection.

You smiled, squeezing his hand under the table. "I can see where you get it from," you replied softly, your heart full of warmth and gratitude.

In that moment, you knew this would be a Christmas you’d never forget.

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celestelunia · 6 months ago

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Just a small story that I did in between requests to celebrate being over 100 followers 🫶

Azul x reader have an established relationship.

You and Azul were walking through the town on a date, the snow crunching under both of your shoes. Both of you had spent the afternoon on a date, and as the sun was starting to set, Azul led you up to the very spot where you both had your first date. It was a nice secluded area that had a breathtaking view of the ocean. "It's amazing how much a season can make a place look so different."

"I rather like it." You said with a smile as you took in the cold salty air with a deep breath. "This is turning into one of my favorite places. I rather like how it looks with all the snow."

"I couldn't imagine being here with anyone else," the house warden chuckled.

You smiled as you wrapped yourself around your boyfriend's arm and glanced up at him. "Good. I might not look like it, but I can get rather jealous, you know?" You added with a soft giggle.

Azul looked down at you and smirked, asking, "Even though you know that you have my heart and soul?"

"Doooo I?" You hummed softly before you laugh. "I do. I do know that." You said before you gently pulled on his arm a bit, and once Azul was close enough, you stole a kiss from him. "I do love you with all my heart and soul." You whispered.

Azul kissed you back deeply before he turned you around so your back was resting against his chest, arms snaked around your waist holding you close as you both watched the ocean together.

After a few moments, he covered your eyes with his hands so you wouldn't see him blushing heavily. "You know... you were a wild card for me at first, but now I don't think I can live without you."

Feeling Azul cover your eyes, you blinked before you held back a laugh. You noticed he tended to try to hide your gaze from him when he got embarrassed, and you thought it was such an adorable side to him. "I still remember the day you asked me out." You said as you decided to leave his hands over your eyes for now. "I almost passed out in the hallway." You said recalling how nervous you were that day. "But I'm so happy you did." You replied as you reached out and gently placed your hand against his arm.

Azul pressed a kiss to the top of your head before moving his hand away your eyes but still kept them at you eyelevel before a chain fell from his hand with a beautiful pearl ring dangling from the necklace. "Then would you like to make a deal with me...?"

When you felt Azul move his hands from your eyes, you opened them, and as you did, you saw a chain hanging from his hand. As he spoke, your gaze moved to the pearl ring hanging from the chain as you felt like her whole world came to a sudden stop. It was beautiful. "...I would." You whispered before you leaned your head back up against his chest to look up at him as your whole face flushed red. Your heart felt like it was exploding from your chest right now!

"You know you would be signing away your life, right?" The housewarden asked, grinning as he dangled the chain with the ring in front of you. He dived deeper than he had ever dived last weekend to find this rare pearl. Not that he wouldn't tell you that he almost died for it...

At his very "Azul" like questions, you just laugh as you spun around, so you were chest to chest now. "If it's to you, I have no issues with signing my life over to you." You said before you suddenly placed your head on his chest to hide as if to hide. "I really love you, Azul...." You muttered against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his wrist. There were no words that could describe how much you loved this man before you, and now you felt embarrassed as your overwhelming feelings were getting the better of you.

Azul hugged you tight to his chest as he kissed you deeply before whispering, "I love you so much..."

"Mm." You hummed softly as you took in his warmth. "This pearl is beautiful...where did you get it?" You asked as you tried to calm down, but you could still feel the blush hot against your cheeks.

"Oh, I have my ways," he chuckled out as he took it off the chain and gently slid it onto your finger. "Think you can be patient until we graduate?"

Deciding to drop the question on it for now, you glanced down at the ring on your finger before you gently touched the pearl with your free hand. "When it comes to you, I can be patient." You said with a smile. "This is more than enough right now...." you whispered as you felt your blush deepen even more as you brought your hands up to cover your face. Now you understood why Azul always wanted to hide when he got embarrassed.

Azul smiled softly as he reached out and gently removed your hands from your face. He just loves seeing you flustered like this. "I love you, Y/N..."

"And I love you, Azul Ashengrotto." You whispered before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. The snow fell around them as they continued to kiss and bask in each others presence.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #twst #twst x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #celeste lunia writing

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luna0713hunter · 1 year ago

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almost kisses that are interrupted by a third party with shanks? thank u 💗

Author's note : this is the last request for the kiss prompt!!! I'm so happy i did this prompt cause all your requests were amazing and i had a blast writing them!!! Pls look forward to my new prompt that'll be opening soon!!!

"almost kisses that are interrupted by a third party"

Based on this prompt

Warnings : not much, slightly suggestive,age gap relationship,pet names as usual

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"do...do you think they're gone?"

"i have no idea, princess. But i must say, I'm not complaining about our current... situation."

You groan and smack your captain on the side of the head and try to peek from the slight crack of the door.

"i cant see shit!"

"you dont need to get upset. The guys will soon find us anyways." A gentle hand rests on your shoulder and you relax slightly under the touch.

"cant believe they ambushed us like that." You groan and your forehead lands against the wooden door with a soft "THUD".

The hand on your shoulder moves until its between your forehead and the door;not letting you bang your head again.

"it happens,my love. I'm just glad we got out without a scratch."

"we ran,Shanks. It was humiliating."

"running is not humiliating. Fighting without a good reason to is." He rests his chin on your head and you feel his smile in his voice, "there's no need to fight when we don't have to."

Your sigh fills the small closet in the back of a crowded bar; that was one of the many reasons you loved Shanks. Unlike other men,his first choice was never violence. He rathered get beaten up and have drinks poured on him,but never starting an unnecessary fight.

Unless,his friends and loved ones were in danger.

You were one of the very first people who experienced how royal Shanks was;when one night a drunken man started hitting on you with the most inappropriate words ever heard,Shanks had stepped in and punched the man so hard,it had him flying back and laying down unconscious.

Maybe that was the first time your heart beated so hard and fast for the red hair pirate.

Years had past since then,and never,not even once, you'd left Shanks on his own.

"i know," you softly whisper and lean back until you feel Shanks pressing his hard chest against your back, "just hated the way they bad mouthed you."

"i dont mind,doll," he whispers back,like sharing a secret. Like you already didnt know how selfless he is.

Like you didn't love him already.

"well,i do." You huff and turn slightly so you can see his face in the dim light coming from the crack between the door, "you should've let me beat their ugly asses."

You feel his lips on the top of your head and despite your anger,your lips twitch slightly.

"what kind of man would i be if i let my princess fight my battles?" His arm wraps itself around your middle and pulls you closer to his chest, "i would never want my baby girl to get hurt."

"you know I'm strong!"

"i fully well know that. But sometimes the strongest pirates get hurt as well." His lips find their way to your cheek,and then your temple,making you squirm slightly upon feeling his stubbles, "and i would rather die than to witness that happening my dear."

You close your eyes; basking in his presence and warmth. The moment feels so precious,that has you holding your breath in fear of breaking it.

And you know Shanks feels the same way;with the way his thumb rubs your hip and his lips travel up and down your face. You flutter your eyes open,you eyes immediately find his lips. You lean closer,feeling his breath on your lips and you're closing your eyes-

Before a loud banging on the door makes you jump where you stand.

"Yo!" You recognize Yasopp's voice while trying to calm your heart from jumping out of your ribcage, "you guys in there?!we should get going while its clear outside!!"

You hear Shanks chuckling and his lips press a gentle kiss to your nose.

"continue this later in my room?"

You smile and press your own lips to his cheek.

"see you there, Captain."

#opla shanks x reader #opla shanks #shanks x reader #one piece shanks #one piece live action x reader #one piece x reader

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latenightdaydreams · 9 months ago

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Hii! This is actually my first time requesting anything from anyone, so I'm shy especially since I'm requesting from such a wonderful writer (it's you btw 🫵🥹) Just got into your works recently and I love love LOVE them ❤ I just adore your writing so much and love how you portray König ^^ So I was wondering if you could write fluff for wife!reader who wants to have a family with König but has a deep seated fear of childbirth, though that doesn't stop her from considering it. However, let's say König went on deployment for a quite 'awhile' and some unspeakable things has happened to his dear wife— that deep seated fear of hers is then now accompanied with trauma and perhaps König then finds out her thoughts of actually considering having kids just finally goes down the drain. How do you think it will go from there?

My request most probably doesn't make sense and forgive me for the sudden dark turn 😭 but I just have this twisted(?) story belief that the darker the past, the most utmost delicate comfort is needed to smother them. If it seems too much, feel free to ignore the request 🙇‍♀️ Have a great day or night ahead! Make sure to take care of yourself too 🫶

You're too sweet🥹🩷 I'm so happy that you're enjoying my writing! I hope this is along the lines of what you were asking! I love soft König so much😮‍💨🩷 I hope you have an amazing day🥰

König x Wife!Reader (fem)

All fluff🩷

For more click here: ✍🏽🩷

>cw: fem/afab, family planning, mention of feelings from past assault, fear of rejection

You just dropped the bomb on König that you are no longer willing to consider having children. After your recent traumas mixed with your deep-rooted fears, you just couldn’t bring yourself to bring a child into this world. Sitting across from you on the bed, König tilts his head as his gaze softens as he listens to you explain your feelings. You feel hot in the face as you think this will be the end.

“I understand if this isn’t the life you want,” your voice trembles as you say those words. Losing König, especially at a time like this, would just ruin you. “I don’t want you to miss out on having a family.”

Your eyes study König’s face trying to see how he is feeling. His blue eyes studies yours as well. His heart pounding in his chest, all he wants to do is reach out an embrace you. He is a strong man, but seeing you, the woman he loves, broken like this breaks him. He has a heavy guilt weighing on his heart for asking for children.

König looks down at your trembling hands and back to your eyes. His eyebrows furrowed as he opens his mouth to speak but stops. Instead, he grabs your waist and pulls you gently to his lap. His arms wrap tightly around you as he rests his head on yours.

“Liebling, you are my family.” He whispers gently stroking your hair. “Kids or no kids, I just want you.”

His words shatter what defenses you put up, ready for rejection. Your tense body relaxes more as you allow yourself to take in his warmth, his scent. His arms squeeze you a little tighter as he rubs his hands along you body to sooth you.

“I don’t want you to settle,” You begin to sob, crying into his black shirt as he holds you to him. He lets you cry and just sits silently with you, rocking his body back and forth. Once you begin to calm down, he begins to kiss the top of your head.

He grabs your puffy tear-stained face as he brings your eyes up to meet his, “You’re my wife. I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you as corny as that sounds,” he chuckles lightly. “I have nothing without you. I can live without children if it means I get to have you.”

You look up at him with glossy eyes threatening to burst with tears again. König can see the pain in your eyes, not just about the kids, but from what happened to you. A deep rage inside of him feels as if he let you down, he wasn’t here to protect you. He can’t go back in time and stop the assault. All he can do is be here and help you heal. Kids don’t even matter to him, you come first. Always.

Moving your bodies so you both are lying on the bed, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. He gently kisses the top of your head as he listens to you trying to control your breathing.

“Liebling, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m sorry.” His own eyes begin to water but he holds back his own emotions to be strong for you. “I promise you’re safe with me now. We will live a happy long life together. We can adopt a cat or dog- even a snake, I don’t care.” He chuckles.

You smile in his arms and move your hands to his chest as you begin to fidget with the fabric of his t-shirt.

“What about a tarantula?” You tease knowing he is scared of spiders.

“Anything for you Liebling, just don’t expect me to be an active father.” He laughs, causing you to giggle lightly.

He looks down at you and kisses your forehead, you lift your head to let him kiss your lips. His hand gently moves to your cheek and cups your face softly. His lips press against yours as if you’re made of glass and he might break you. His precious jewel.

“I love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too König.”

#konig #konig x y/n #konig cod #konig x reader #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #cod konig #konig x you #konig fluff #könig x y/n #könig x you #könig fluff #fluff

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victoryverse · 11 months ago

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i don’t know if you already did something like that but could you write about single dad simon with a daughter (around 4-5 years) introducing reader as simon’s new girlfriend and reader and simon’s daughter bond directly?🤍

sorry if my english is not that good, it’s not my native language🥲thank you

You are nervously standing at the front door of Simon Riley's house, dressed in your best outfit. You take a deep breath and knock on the door, your heart pounding in your chest. You have been dating Simon for a few months now and things have been going really well. But today is a big day - you are finally going to meet his daughter.

The door opens and Simon greets you with a warm smile. 'Hey, you made it,' he says, stepping aside to let you in.

You take a moment to compose yourself before stepping into the house. You are immediately greeted by the sound of laughter and giggles coming from the living room. Your heart melts at the sound, knowing that it's coming from Simon's daughter.

'Come on, I'll introduce you,' Simon says, leading you into the living room.

As you enter the room, your eyes immediately land on the most adorable little girl you have ever seen. She has long curly hair and bright eyes, just like her father. She is playing with some toys on the floor, but as soon as she sees Simon, she jumps up and runs over to him.

'Daddy!' she exclaims, wrapping her small arms around his legs.

'Hey, sweetie,' Simon says, bending down to hug her back. 'I want you to meet someone. This is Y/N, my girlfriend.'

The little girl looks up at you with curiosity in her eyes, and you can't help but smile at her. 'Hi, I'm Y/N,' you say, kneeling down to her level.

She looks at you for a moment before a smile spreads across her face. 'Hi, Y/N! I'm Lily,' she says, holding out her hand for you to shake.

You are taken aback by her manners and you can already tell that you are going to get along with her just fine. You shake her hand and she giggles, making your heart swell with happiness.

'Would you like to play with us, Y/N?' Lily asks, tugging on your hand.

You look up at Simon, who nods with a smile. 'Of course she can,' he says.

And just like that, you are welcomed into their little world. You spend the afternoon playing with Lily, building forts, and having a tea party with her stuffed animals. You can't help but notice how much she looks like Simon, not just in appearance but in her mannerisms as well. You can see why Simon is so proud of her.

As the evening approaches, Simon brings out some snacks and you all sit together on the couch, watching a movie. Lily snuggles up between the two of you, her head resting on your chest. You wrap your arm around her, feeling a sense of warmth and love that you have never experienced before.

'Y/N, can you come over again tomorrow?' Lily asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

You can't help but laugh at her eagerness. 'Of course, sweetie. I would love to come over again,' you say, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Lily's face lights up with joy and she cuddles closer to you. You can feel Simon's eyes on you and you look over at him, seeing the love and adoration in his gaze. You know in that moment that you are exactly where you are meant to be - in the arms of the man you love, with his beautiful daughter by your side.

As the night goes on, you and Lily bond even more, sharing stories and playing games together. When it's time for you to leave, Lily gives you a big hug, telling you that she can't wait to see you again. You promise her that you will be back soon and she gives you a big smile before running off to bed.

As you say goodbye to Simon, he pulls you in for a kiss and whispers, 'Thank you for being so amazing with Lily. I can see that you two are going to be great friends.'

You smile up at him, feeling grateful for this perfect little family that you have become a part of. And as you drive home, you can't help but think about all the future playdates, family dinners, and memories that you will make with Simon and Lily.

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swiftiethatlovesf1 · 4 months ago

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A race for love p.4

Hii guyss, I'm so happy that Franco and Ollie were able to win some points today :) If you've missed part 3 here it is.

- Austrian Grand Prix 2023 -

The days leading up to Sunday are a whirlwind of activity at the Austrian Grand Prix. Although you don't get to see Franco or Oliver in person, you and Franco haven't stopped messaging each other. Every free moment you get, your phone buzzes with a new text from him. Each message is friendlier, funnier, and sometimes even a little flirty, making your heart race with excitement.

The playful banter continues over the next few days, filled with inside jokes, teasing, and a growing connection that feels deeper with every exchange. You find yourself smiling whenever you see his name pop up on your screen, your stomach fluttering with anticipation each time.

By Sunday morning, the excitement in the air is palpable. It's race day, and the paddock is alive with energy. You make your way to the F2 and F3 paddock, eager to wish Franco good luck before his race. As you approach his garage, you see him standing with a few of his team members, going over last-minute strategies.

Spotting you, Franco's face lights up, and he quickly excuses himself, making his way over to you. "Y/N!" he exclaims, looking genuinely happy to see you. "You made it!" "Of course," you say with a smile. "I wouldn't miss it for the world." He grins, his eyes twinkling with that familiar playful glint. "I'm glad. I need all the luck I can get." You roll your eyes, laughing. "Like you need luck. You're going to do amazing, I just know it." Franco steps closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "Thanks, Y/N. It means a lot to have you here. Really." You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks at the sincerity in his voice. "I'm happy to be here," you say softly. "And I'll be cheering for you the whole time." A mischievous smile tugs at Franco's lips. "Just cheering? Not throwing roses onto the track when I win?" You laugh, shaking your head. "No promises. But I might consider it." He chuckles, reaching out to lightly touch your arm. "I'll hold you to that."

The two of you stand there for a moment, the noise and chaos of the paddock fading into the background. You can feel the warmth of his hand on your arm, the closeness of him sending your heart racing.

"Well, I should let you get back to your team," you say, reluctantly stepping back. "Don't want to distract you too much." "Too late for that," Franco teases, his smile widening. "But seriously, thank you for coming by. It really does mean a lot." You nod, feeling a surge of affection for him. "Good luck, Franco. You're going to do great."

Before you can second-guess yourself, you lean in and plant a quick kiss on his cheek. It's a small gesture, but the moment your lips touch his skin, you feel a spark of something electric pass between you. Franco's eyes widen in surprise, his cheeks flushing a deep red. For a split second, he looks almost stunned, and then a slow, delighted grin spreads across his face. "I think that's the best good luck charm I've ever gotten," he says, looking at you with a new intensity. You laugh, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Just win the race, Franco." "I'll do my best," he promises, his gaze still locked on yours. "Especially now that I have something to win for." You give him one last smile before turning to leave, your heart pounding in your chest.

You head to the paddock to watch the F3 race. The atmosphere is electric, with engines roaring and fans cheering. You find a good spot, eager to see how Franco will perform.

The race is intense, and you watch Franco skillfully navigate the track. He pushes hard, climbing up the positions, but ultimately finishes fourth, just shy of a podium. You feel a mix of pride and a bit of disappointment for him, knowing he gave it his all.

As the F3 cars leave the track, you decide to stick around and watch the F2 race. You're waiting near the paddock, lost in thought about Franco's performance when you spot Oliver walking toward you. He's in his racing gear, looking focused but cheerful.

"Y/N!" Oliver calls out, smiling as he approaches. "Didn't expect to see you here." "Hey, Oliver!" you reply, matching his smile. "I was just watching the F3 race. Franco did pretty well." Oliver's expression shifts slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he quickly recovers. "Yeah, I heard it was a good race," he says with a polite nod. "How do you know Franco?" "Oh, we met in the paddock in Barcelona," you explain, keeping your tone casual. "We've kept in touch since then." Oliver raises an eyebrow, curious. "So, are you two friends?" You hesitate, not entirely sure how to define your relationship with Franco. "I guess… yeah, we're friends," you say, though the uncertainty in your voice is hard to miss. "Or something like that." Oliver smiles, sensing your hesitation. "Sounds complicated," he teases gently, his tone light. You laugh softly, relieved by his playful approach. "Maybe a little." "Well, I'm glad you're here," Oliver says sincerely, his eyes meeting yours. "It's nice to have someone rooting for me." "Of course," you reply, feeling your cheeks warm. "I'm sure you'll do great out there." Oliver's smile widens, his eyes brightening. "Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot." He glances back at his team, who are busy preparing for the race. "I should probably get ready, but I'll see you after?" "Yeah, I'll be here," you promise, giving him an encouraging smile. "Good luck, Oliver." "Thanks," he says, flashing you one last grin before heading back to his team.

As you watch him walk away, Oliver's question lingers in your mind. Are you just friends? You can't help but wonder where you truly stand with both Franco and Oliver. Is this the beginning of a friendship with each of them, or is there something more beneath the surface? The uncertainty leaves you questioning your feelings and what this weekend might reveal.

Here's part 5

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #franco colapinto x you #franco colapinto imagine #franco colapinto x reader #oliver bearman x you #oliver bearman x reader #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #f2 x reader #f2

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 years ago

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Cuddling them out of nowhere

Izuku Midoriya: He'd be shocked at first. He wouldn't know what to do. But he'd start to relax and enjoy the cuddle if you did that too him. Well if you cuddled him out of nowhere, he'd probably first be shocked and then look to see who was cuddling him, then he'd probably realize that you were cuddling him and just wanted to, and then he'd reciprocate and cuddle back, but he'd probably first just stand there shocked for a few seconds.

Katsuki Bakugo: "Huh? What do you want from me!? Do you think you're going to cuddle with the great Katsuki Bakugo? Forget it! I have many better things to do with my time! I dont need your useless cuddles, I dont need anything from a worthless extra like you, I have many better things to do! So forget your lame idea of hugging or cuddling with me!" He spoke angrily as he still wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, knowing no matter what he said, you would still get your way on the matter.

Shoto Todoroki: Would let it happen. He doesn't mind being cuddled out of nowhere. It's just that he is used to being used to be left on my own. He would probably blush as well and be very surprised and flustered. He'd probably blush a lot and get really bashful. He might even try and push you away, but in his heart, he'd enjoy it.

Tenya Ida: Very surprised. After he gets those emotions/sensations out of the way, he'd relax and feel a bit more content with life, you know? a bit more warm and less cold, more loved and less stressed out he'd turn bright red and smile like an idiot, and not let go of you. He'd ask them questions like your day or what else you got going on.

Fumikage Tokoyami: It's not something that has happened to him very much. He thinks it’s really sweet that you’d do something like that. He’d probably start thinking about you a lot more than he would have otherwise. It would make him really happy.

Hitoshi Shinso: He would probably question your intentions and would be shocked but would soon adapt, his instincts quickly kicking in... he'd become all red and flustered. "Why did you hug me!?" he'd say, his mind running a mile a minute, wondering if he was supposed to get into character or something, as he's definitely not a touchy-feely person.

Denki Kaminari: Probably be a little shocked, then he'd feel incredibly warm and safe. That would probably be one of his most memorable moments in life. He thinks cuddling is so intimate and honestly loves when you surprise cuddle him, and that kind of genuine love and affection would stick with him forever.

Eijiro Kirishima: Would be like woah this is amazing, he'll hug you back and tell you how amazing you are and that you deserve the world while holding you close and giving you other soft affection like kisses or more gentle touches, he'd ask you if you wanna watch a movie together or something just so he can keep hugging you close to his frame.

Mashirao Ojiro: His immediate reaction to cuddling him out of nowhere would be one of surprise and delight. Cuddling is a very intimate form of physical affection, and having you initiate a cuddle without warning would make him feel special and loved. It would also be a great way to start or end the day, as cuddles can be very relaxing and soothing.

Mirio Togata: Would be surprised, but be flattered and would quickly accept your nice hold around him, as he's a very touchy person and likes having friends. He'd probably hug you back and maybe snuggle with you as well. "Oh! Well, I'm not used to being cuddled, but... I guess you could," he says, smiling.

Tamaki Amajiki: He would enjoy being held nice and close next to you. He feels safe in your arms and has even explained that only his close friends would hug him close to try and help him get used to it. He'd enjoy being held by the person that's cuddling him, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his own.

#izuku mydoria x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #tenya iida x reader #fumikage tokoyami x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #denki kaminari x reader #eijiro kirishima x reader #mashirao ojiro x reader #mirio togata x reader #tamaki amaiji x reader #my hero academia headcanons #my hero headcanons #my hero academia #bnha headcannons #bnha

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yichens · 22 days ago

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edits i made in 2024 ✨

thanks for tagging me krish @i-got-the-feels [x] ♥ am also trying to incorporate the tumblr top ten posts into this bc i don't want to do that as it is, so thank you for tagging me into that antania @riggerbison [x] and zey @fadelsburger [x] ♥

Post your most popular and/or favorite edit/gifset for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

tagging: @forcebook @thamepo @chezlalune @ruanbaijie @luna-lina @srnileforme @wanderlust-in-my-soul no pressure and if you've done this or something like this already, please send it my way or tag me into the post's replies! i'd love to look at everybody's creations and give them some love :')

JANUARY: morkday + holding hands [x]

the most popular and tbh my personal favorite was this morkday edit i made based on a quote that is from the damn city of bones (2007) by cassandra clare. i didn't know that back when this quote punched me in the face and made me think about it for a couple of days but i honestly laughed when i finally googled it... worked out very well tho! i love hand symbolism, especially in last twilight, and the golden colors are lovely for them ♥ i also ended up loving the last image in this set even if i first struggled with the composition.

this was my number 1 post on my tumblr top ten.

(also gotta add that it still feels insane that last twilight was still going on in 2024... it feels like it was ages ago. i barely remember most of it anymore, probably bc of the heartbreak and trauma. i'm a changed person in january 2025)

rest of the months under the cut bc i ramble!

FEBRUARY: valentine's day vice versa rewatch [x]

my best decision for last year was to rewatch both my school president and vice versa during the time before valentine's day. it healed me, held me gently, filled me with love and warmth. am happy that the set i made after that to show love, once again, for the romance show and soulmates couple of all time was both my most popular and personal fave ♥ i love how the set turned out and how the colors work in this. i will forever be thankful to vice versa for its colors and overall brilliance.

this was my number 8 post on my tumblr top ten.

MARCH: 23.5 episode 3 [x]

it's a close call between several of my 23.5 episode edits but this happens to be the most popular one during this month. i never finished 23.5 which somehow saddens me, but towards the end, i just lost interest, and so this edit series was also left unfinished. i liked the concept tho and loved playing with the colors each week!

tribute to mork methas [x]

personal favorite cannot be any other edit than this bc i put all my heart into creating it. i am still so angry about what last twilight did to mork as a character; how all his trauma and pain was pushed aside, how the story never gave him the space and time he needed, how on top of all else they managed to butcher this amazing man. i don't even want to look at him in episode 12 bc i cannot recognize mork there. he is no that person, at least not to me. mork my beloved, i wish the writers didn't hate you so much </3

(btw i have this whole explanation/essay written under this post in my drafts. it's mostly me sharing in detail the thought process behind me making this edit and going through the several elements in it. if anyone is curious, i can post it, just holler haha)

APRIL: us / thamepo pilot crossover [x] [x]

the most popular edit for this month deserves to be the edit i made for the us pilot that was revealed during gmmtv 2024 part 2. i am still very excited to see the show itself and follow their filming journey occasionally on twt. i am just soooo ready to break my heart over the tragic lesbians woven together with strings of comfort, self-discovery, and heart ache.

this was my number 2 post on my tumblr top ten.

i picked the thamepo sister set as my personal fave bc i cannot separate these two. it was fun to connect them together and switch around the dialogues we hear in these pilots bc they just worked. they had very similar vibes and both talked about somewhat forbidden love. no wonder am currently so into thamepo (i hope it stays that way, am done with all the disappointment i've experienced with shows lately).

this was my number 4 post on my tumblr top ten.

MAY: 23.5 episode 9 [x]

the most popular set of the month. not much else to comment. i love the shot of ciize in this one, she's so cute :(

puentalay k-i-s-s-i-n-g [x]

my favorite for this month! a very impulsive edit that happened solely bc this ear worm of a song (that puen would def listen to) wouldn't leave me alone. it's silly, it's fun, it's cute, it's sexy, it's passionate. it's everything i could ask for! i honestly had a ton of fun with this edit despite having to edit a bazillion (26) separate images for this. the fact that those images are mostly of puentalay kisses makes it worth it.

JUNE: we are episode 12 [x] / 11 [x]

during summer, i was deep in my we are era. i honestly loved each set i made for the series bc for the longest time, i've wanted to make sets like this. i had my struggles with some of them but they all worked out in the end! episode 12 was the most popular one and episode 11 is just my personal favorite bc i love the purple + hints of yellow/golden -combo.

JULY: we are final episode [x]

to honor this show and all its relationships, from romantic to platonic, i decided on a rainbow set. it worked super well and i am happy it was so popular ^^ i miss this whole bunch and the amazing summer we had together. (sorry about the quality of this screenshot, the set is too long to fit it on my screen hhh)

this was my number 10 post on my tumblr top ten.

morkday + pvris songs [x]

probably my favorite set i've made this year overall. my whole year was defined by pvris's music (my spotify top artist) and it felt appropriate to link it together with morkday (and puentalay). i love the layout of this set, the colors, the noise. getting into the lyrics and choosing fitting parts for each image was the best part. my favorite image in the set is the last one that i started from while creating this set. i love the background image for that so much. another one i like is the green one for anywhere but here, bc of the image itself but also bc of the song and its message.

AUGUST: we are couples [x]

due to traveling around a lot in august and being exhausted from that, i didn't create much. but i am extremely happy with this set that is both the most popular and my personal favorite! everything about this one just worked out. i feel like it really summarizes all of these couples and shows their different sides.

as a fun fact, i have to say that i never put too much thought into choosing the animals for each couple, other than picking the bird for chainpun (for obvious reasons). cat for phumpeem came through peem more than phum who is very dog coded to me. instead, dog (or wolf?) ended up with tanfang bc of tan's puppy-like nature. qtoey getting the bunny feels like a stroke of genius given to me during the making of this set bc looking at it now, it's perfect. they have that sweetness and energy in them i connect with rabbits.

SEPTEMBER: sanvee + moon phases [x]

ok i might have lied in the july part bc this might be my overall favorite edit i made in 2024. creating it was a battle tho, and i felt like screaming for the best part of the process bc nothing felt like it was working out and i had a ton of problems while figuring out the aesthetic and the typo and the texts. but it all came together better than i ever expected and i just love this set now. i was happy to see ppl liked this too, so this is the most popular edit of this month.

(oab)plawan + hurt by sleeping at last [x]

it's hard to pick a favorite for this month – despite the sanvee edit already being my obvious FavoriteTM – bc i also love my set for miss mhon (day's mother) [x] that let me went my frustration towards her and my puen x phum parallels set [x] that makes me feel wrong in the head. but i loved this love doesn't have long beans a crazy amount compared to how short and silly that show was. there's just something about oab and plawan - about sailub and pon. they dragged me deep into places with this show and this edit is my ode to that. it was fun to make in its simplicity, i love the colors in it, and pon as plawan is just too pretty (especially when he cries).

OCTOBER: pluto episode 1 [x]

considering how popular pluto has been and how desperate we all are for gls, am not surprised this set is the most popular one for this month. tbh all my pluto edits have been doing quite well in my standards. i love making these so am just happy you guys like looking at them ♥

pit babe pairs + cartomancy [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

never thought 2024 had a sudden pit babe obsession in its sleeve for me but i decided to embrace it. they've talked that the second season would start airing in april, after boys' journey s2 has ended most likely, and i am so very normal about all thi. i've fallen in love with all these boys, both the characters (more than i already was) and the actors, and this edit series only made everything worse. i haven't spent this much time researching things for an edit in a while and i just loved all the analysis i got to do. the process had its ups and downs but overall, i have to say i had a blast.

(picture chosen purely bc i vibed with this kim picture today, tho the kentakim edit might also be my favorite in the set bc the yellow is so good)

NOVEMBER: pluto episode 4 [x]

absolutely deserves to be the most popular set of this month! it's also my personal favorite out of all the edits i've made for pluto. the colors for this one just worked super well and the scenes are perfect, too. let's see how the series ends in two days, i hope i manage to find some fitting colors for the last episode, too :'D

this was my number 6 post on my tumblr top ten.

DECEMBER: yuanyi + you can love him, but you can't keep him [x]

the most popular set and also my favorite of this month, all bc i've gone down the rabbit hole with fangs of fortune. i spent an embarrassing amount of time making this set with all its details; starting from screenshotting the whole damn show and then picking the pictures for this edit from the over 400 images i got, to drawing the golden lines by myself on my drawing tablet so i got them just like i wanted. i shall be making so many more edits for this show, be warned.

this was my number 7 post on my tumblr top ten.