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[mxltifxnd0m]

amorcita i'm back to futher discuss the sub!sam headcanons <3

praise is maybe my favorite thing ever, both ways so... oh my god. i'm just thinking about sam doing everything and anything at all to gain your praise. he wants to be good for you so bad, he wants to make you feel so good so bad, and he'll do anything to make sure that happens. and he just needs to know that he's doing a good job, he needs to hear that he's making you feel good. so like you said, every word of praise, especially pet names like "pretty boy" and "good boy" and a personal favorite "sweet boy."

he wants you to praise him so badly, but he gets so soft and blushy and shy when you do. just thinking about calling him your sweet boy, telling him he's so good for you, and his face is pink and the tips of his ears are flaming so he hides his face in your hand. and you have to pull his hands away by his wrists and softly scold him, saying, "don't hide from me, pretty boy." bonus if you're on top of him and you can then pin his wrists above his head. bonus x2 if you kiss the tip of his nose and make him blush softer and be 100000x times more in love with you. then once you've gotten into it, your praise just fuels him and he works so hard and is such a good good boy so that he can hear you moan and praise him <3

as i mentioned, i think i have a thing for sub!sam cumming untouched LOL sooo two of my favorite of your headcanons was him cumming from eating you and and him cumming from just making out and you pulling his hair. like i said, one of the hottest things i've ever read!!! yeah i just think he'd get so shy and sheepish and it's pretty much the cutest most endearing and also hot things in the whole world. he's less embarrassed about cumming from eating you out because even when he's subby, he's so shameless about how much he loves to eat pussy! but uhhh thinking about making him grind against your leg/thigh until he cums <3 my poor sweet baby gets so shy about it, and his eyes get glossy and his voice is so shaky and whiny when he asks, "please, can i cum?" and then you praise him for asking like such a good boy. "of course you can cum, honey," you croon, giving his hair a good tug as you sense him tipping over the edge so that you can pull the most unfiltered, raw moan from his throat as he cums in his boxers <3

:DDDDD this is getting so long! i think maybe i could go on forever and ever about sub!sam!!! oh god!!! i'm going insane!!!! aaaaaaaa!!!!!

blink blink blink i need to reset my brain i'm broken....

bonus uhhhh thinking about him begging while looking up at you with his prettiest, softest, sweetest puppy dog eyes that are shiny with pleasured, unshed tears because he is sooo so so desperate!! ummm that's all for today! okay! i no longer feel anything akin to normal! and i have dance practice all day tomorrow! so i will go to bed now :)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH AHHHHHH i hope your pool party was fun!! <33 i'm excited to read your week recap when i get the chance <33 HAVE THE BEST NIGHT MY DARLING DAISY <3

-mari @prentissluvr

PLEASE MARI I JUST WOKE UP TO SEE THIS IN MY INBOX??

i- i- wel- can- @_@ *brain has shut down and restarted*

I NEED SUB SAM SOOO BADLY NOW OMG ALJDHFAIDHFDBFAUDFD

more specifically i need to see your variation of it bc i just know it'll be so good :))) i patiently await the day you make the post and then i'll reblog the hell out of it

arghh i literally have no more to add bc you've broken me and now all i can think about is sub sam grinding on my leg with wide, teary eyes because he wants is to cum @_@

ARGGH I LOVE YOU DOVE!! <33 the pool party was in fact very fun and i had a blast swimming with my friends!

oh take your time! ill know you'll get to it when you get to it hehe, but i hope your dance competition goes swell!!

love you always my sweetest dove <33

[fatuismooches]

SMOOOOOCHESSSSS!!!! AHHHH IM KISSING YOUR CHEEKS MY DOVE I AM SCREAMING!!!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

PART 3 TO THE DOTTORE FIC WAS ABSOLUTELY LOVELY AND YOU RELEASED IT SO FAST I WASNT EXPECTING IT SO SOON!!! gosh the pacing of it was so well, and I absolutely adore how you write fragile!reader and Zandik. AND THE NUDITY SCENEEEE!! >w< it was so so soft I absolutely adored it words cannot describe how much I was smiling during it. AND THE LITTLE ZANDY SNEAK WITH HIM BEING ALLOWED TO SEE ALL THE PREPERATIONS COLUMBINA IS DOING FOR FRAGILE!READER AND THEIR OUTFIT <33 AHHHHH!!!! Also the book scene as well 😭 SOB!! poor reader getting exposed out of nowhere because Zandik was “curious”… AND THE WEDDING SMOOCHES OH MY GOSH!!! I wasn’t expecting to read them getting married in this fic but im overjoyed to see you write it!!! their ceremony being private and the clumsy dancing after they’ve been officially married made me giggle and kick my feet in the air!!! honestly the marriage reminded me of an old ask I sent MONTHS ago!! fragile!reader and dottore having a private ceremony and how Dottore would most likely keep his ring in his box, but fragile!reader enjoys wearing it everyday as it’s a sign that Zandik truly does love them for who they are, and they’re bonded for eternity. :((( I would absolutely LOVE to see what type of rings you had in mind for them and what kind of suit you portrayed Zandik wearing!! I love these two so much that im honestly scared for the fourth and final part. :( my heart is not ready for angst…I loved all the hurt and comfort in this fic it’s literally my favorite thing!! and to say I will reread this AT LEAST 5 times, (just like I have with the first and second part) is an understatement. I always appreciate seeing you also mention me in your notes it’s so cute mwa mwa!! <33 make sure to rest sweetheart alright? currently dying because of midterms but I know part 3 will get me through it. AND BEFORE I EVEN FORGET THE MENTION OF BATHING TOGETHER ADJNDJAIJSJDK!!!! still one of my favorite ideas EVER im so happy to see it being dropped for a second in the fic it made me blush <33

But I truly hope you have an absolutely wonderful day and week and happy December cutie!!! Christmas will be here soon and I honestly can’t wait to bake. always imagining m fragile!reader because of my condition >_< im very delusional for him I think of him every second, minute, hour, day, every week!!! not a day goes by where I don’t think of him AT LEAST ONCE! but ANYWAYS!!! I give you loads and loads of cuddles and chu chus <33 I love you so much I just wanna hug you so tightly and swell up your cheeks because of how many chus I gave you!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

AHHHHH 🎐 ANON IM SCREAMING TOO!!! YOU'RE TOO NICE!! I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!! please, my weekend literally consisted of two things, writing that fic, and finishing a project for college, i kept alternating between the two 😭 I WAS JUST SO EXCITED I HAD TO! AND OF COURSE!! Bb Zandy gets all the privileges (he gets the last cookie in the jar too, much to the other clones' dismay) 😌

AND YEAHHH the book idea just came to me one day. i just thought it'd be not only cute but funny, since i also love thinking about the playful banter you two have 🥺 HEHE I'M GLAD YOU LIKED THE WEDDING SCENE TOO!! I JUST HAD TO WRITE IT SINCE I FEEL IT NEEDS TO BE INCLUDED IN THEIR LIVES!! and yeah i was thinking about your asks too, because i like to go back and reread the asks on your tag 😭💗 Dottore keeps his ring in his box so when he's stressed he can just pop it open and admire it, thinking about you if you're not around, and put it away again now that he's had some time to slack off thinking about you. You though? Oh boy everyone has every detail of your ring memorized by how much you've gushed about it (poor random Fatui agents)

AND I'm not gonna lie i didn't really picture the rings or outfits inside my head. 😭 but i did look up some rings rn to see if i could find anything that's cute!! (i think. I'm not very good at fashion/aesthetics and this stuff 😭) but i think these first three for reader are pretty!! i feel like they're pretty elegant but not too much at the same time! Dottore's as i said would be much simpler, i can't find a good picture but i feel like the last one would be similar, thin with fewer jewels though. But ngl, i always love this interpretation of the ring Dottore would give you!! It's so pretty and to think he'd make the ring yourself is so!! AND I WOULD GIVE YOU OUTFITS BUT IM SORRY IM SO BAD AT THEM. Honestly though. I'd probably imagine him in like, the classic black and white suit. Maybe with some pieces of blue here and there. There's a fanart i'd show you too but the comments are EXTREMELY down bad so yeah,,

🎐 ANON DON'T WORRY 😭 THERE WILL BE ANGST BUT HOPEFULLY THE FIFTH PART WILL MAKE IT BETTER!! AND OMG OVER 5 TIMES??? I'M HONOREDDD 🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗 MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO OKAY?? i know midterms are the worse but you got this!! And omg have fun baking!! I wish i could taste your sweets, they must be delicious!! AND I LOVE YOU MORE!! mwah mwah!!

[inkykeiji]

You made me really like Dabi through your stories and I'm so embarrassed. Cause I used to tease my partner about liking Dabi and now here I am tripping over him as well. >\\\\\< And Tomura? I just fell HARDER especially for Daddy. Urgh I love them to bits. And yuh I'm suoer shy so I hide behind the anon mask >\\\<

HEHEHEHEHE awwwww no don’t be embarrassed!!! this is so cute!!!!!!! <33333 i’ve been told something similar several times and i totally take pride in it hehe <3 i’m flattered that my work enabled you to like/fall for dabi!!! that’s such a compliment ahahaha (´∀｀)♡ aw anon!!! i feel u!!!!!!! just today i was having an actual attack to my boyfriend over how much i LOVE the todorokis (minus enji duh) <333

that’s okay!!! there’s absolutely no pressure to come off anon, my friend <3

[stay-curious]

ahh a drabble w these prompts in the rwylm au?

caring about each other’s health & holding hands in public

love ur writing <33

Thanks for this request! I hope you like it <3

Also, writing blurbs is so much fun 😊

605 words | series masterlist

Warnings: fluff

Natasha has been away for a month now to film her next movie.  She was in Atlanta for the continuation of the superhero series. After almost a decade of appearing in the series, she was finally getting a standalone film. It’s a character she’s been nurturing for so long that she jumped at the opportunity to explore deeply its complexion. That and the fact that the redhead was going to make her producer debut only added more excitement. But it also meant working at ungodly hours of the night.

This week consisted of long late-night shoots that were physically demanding. The result was a grumpy, sleep-deprived Natasha who also deeply missed her girlfriend. Unbeknownst to her, Y/N landed a couple of hours ago and was on her way to the set.

You messaged Yelena, letting her know you were only 5 minutes out. She met you at the entrance and gave you a visitor’s pass. The blonde had it sorted out prior to your arrival, and you will be forever grateful for it. The two of you walk towards Natasha’s trailer and once you’re there, you pull her into a hug to say your goodbyes.

“She’s had a rough week. She needs you,” she admitted. You nod and watch as she goes into her trailer.

You knock softly on the door and a sleepy Nat greets you, evident signs of tiredness on her face.  She takes a few seconds before she recognizes you, a smile that doesn’t quite reach her cheeks forming. “What are you doing here?” She asks with a shocked tone.

“Just visiting my favorite person. Can I come in?” You joke wholeheartedly. She steps aside, letting you in. You tug at her sweatshirt sleeve and pucker your lips. She takes a hint and quickly gives you a passionate kiss.

You take a quick look around and spot an empty jar of peanut butter sitting on the counter. “You’ve been living off pb & jelly sandwiches, haven’t you?” You would lie if it didn’t concern you.

“When I didn’t have the strength to make a short trip to crafts, which was probably 80% of the time.” She confessed.

“Well, let’s forget about that.” You wave it off. “By the way, you have tomorrow off, and I made lunch reservations.”

“Babe, you really didn’t have to.”

“As if I couldn’t spot those bags under your eyes from miles away,” you half-joke. “Do you happen to have a bath?” She hums and points her head in its direction. You gently push her towards the bathroom, and she offers no resistance.

 Natasha sits on the counter, watching you as you turn on the water. She opens her arms, and you hug her tight, running your hands up and down her back. When the bath is filled, you step in, relief instantly washes over the actress's body, and she lets her body relax against yours.

---------

The redhead had remembered to turn off her alarms before succumbing to sleep. Natasha can’t recall the last time she had slept in. God, did it feel incredible. A few more hours of sleep did wonders to her body. Sleeping next to her beloved too, but that goes without saying.

It’s lunchtime and the couple stroll hand in hand down the road, making their way to the restaurant. The actress's mood has notoriously improved since the surprise visit, as seen in her sparkling eyes and the vibrant look on her face. Her chest swelled with love as she thought about all the times you’d gone out of your way to take care of her.

[kagejima]

Oh-kay so I just spent the last however much time catchin up on your blog from the last week and a half —cause I usually have your post notifs on but I’ve been not on here in a minute.

BUT all this to say that I’m thinkin bout some nsfw Ushi things and since Wakatoshi Wednesday is upon us I thought I’d share with ya

—so I guarantee it’s been though of before but it’s fine lmao

Wakatoshi who doesn’t really acknowledge the size difference between you at first, because most everyone’s smaller than him so yeah of course his new partner is smaller that’s not abnormal

Wakatoshi who doesn’t pay attention until Tendou meets his partner for the first time and makes some comment like “they’re so small compared to you!” and “jeez that’s quite the size difference” and “you’re careful with them right?” in a teasing tone as he’s wagging his eyebrows “knowingly”

Now it’s “knowingly” in quotations because y’all haven’t done anything yet because Ushijima is respectful and the relationship is still on the newer side

But Ushijima is slowly becoming more aware of how much smaller you are than him—he thinks it’s … cute? Thinks you’re adorable

And when he finally decides to put you between him and a flat surface, caging you against the wall, with Tendou’s words hot in the back of his mind he realizes just how small you are. Just how much he towers over you and how much bigger he is.

Ushijima who can lift you off the ground like its nothing, like you weigh nothing. Who can twist your body to his liking and have you hovering over his cock that you think won’t fit. Because you’ve been aware of how much bigger he is than you.

Ushijima who encourages you with soft kisses and praises calling you his “pretty baby” and “you’ll be good for me right?” but still pauses and checks in with “you okay baby?” and “it’s okay if you want to stop” as he splits you open on his cock.

Ushijima who can’t help but get even harder as you whine about how big he is inside of you. Who can’t help but feel pride swell in his chest when you complain about being “so full” and he’s not even bottomed out.

Ushijima who watches as your eyes glaze over and jaw goes slack when he does bottom out.

Ushijima who realizes maybe he has a thing for how small you are compared to him. Who uses you like his personal fleshlight, bouncing you up and down on his cock as he praises you “how cute you look taking all of me” “look so small in my arms baby” “look so adorable all stretched out around me” “so pretty when you cum for me, do it again baby?”

Ushijima who fucks you until your whole body goes limp and you can’t do anything but babble his name and about how big he is.

Ushijima who now, every time he’s reminded of how much smaller you are than him, has to refrain from picking you up and manhandling you into whatever position he deems fit at the moment to have you babbling about him all over again.

…anyways. THAT WAS WAY LONGER THAN I MEANT— it’s 2245 for me…I need to go to sleep smh

Hope you have a good day !! <33

KAZE!!!! KAZE???!!!?!??! KAZE!!!!!!!!!

KAZE, HELLO????? HELLO???????????

im sendING YOU MY FUNERAL BILLS BC THIS TOOK ME OUT.

MY SIZE KINK JUST GOT FED SO WELL ohmyFUCKINGGOD!!!!!!!!

YOU GOTTA COME TALK TO ME MORE OFTEN, OHMYFUCKING GOD!!!!!!! MY BRAIN IS BROKEN HOLY FUCKING SHIT nobody look at me right now i am exPERIENCING

also my apologies for having notifications for me and expecting quality stories and its just text post goblin nonsense LMAOOO NFJSNFNSN 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ also when did tumblr start doing that, i gotta start doing that for moots!!!!!!!

[pwarkluv]

❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along. 

[volleychumps]

hcs for kageyama , ushjima , akaashi and iwaizumi with an s/o who's a really popular libero on their own volleyball team? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Tehe I’m writing this from a female perspective- so popular libero on their school’s girls volleyball team~ This has been in the drafts for awhile so thank you for your patience<33!!!!!!

And these get longer w/ every boy idk why 

Kageyama, Ushijima, Akaashi, and Iwaizumi w/ a Fem! Popular Libero S/O 

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Kageyama 

- This awkward baby was shook to the core when you accepted his confession, mainly because you were known to deliver kind rejections after claiming about your devotion to volleyball 

- Plus you were really pretty and popular around school, and he’s probs the type to confess just so you can reject him just so he can move on 

- Until you said yes like wHAT I didn’t think I’d get this far

- 100% feels bad when practice time overlaps his own, but still does his best to fucking run mildly speed-walk to the girl’s gym after practice just so he can claim he was “on a light jog” to happen to run into you 

- “Light jog? You sound like a hyena.” “...Do you want to go home together or not?” 

- Comes to all your games when he can, which is often considering the girls either play before or after the boys depending on what school they’re at 

- Tanaka and Noya defintely call him a simp when he blushes every time you send a wink his way from on the court, blowing kisses and such just to mess with him 

- Finds out about your fanclub of boys the hard way- and blue-eyed baby becomes hella jealous when you offer a sweet wave in thanks for the support 

- like what are you doing look at him and him only 

- His deadly glare is enough to frighten your fanclub into sitting like they’re in church lmfao 

- Feels pride swell in his chest for every point you’re able to salvage for your team, and can’t help but think he’s the luckiest guy in school when you help your team deliver a solid win

- “Wipe that smile off- it’s creepy.” “Tsukishima, I swear-” 

- Overall, awkward setter boy is extremely proud yet not super showy about how much he appreciates both you and your talent, and it shows when you go to give him a high-five after the match-

- and he hugs you instead super quickly, mumbling into your shoulder before running off for his match 

- “Tobio-?” “It’s not fair. You’re so perfect you have a damn fanclub.” “...I just played a whole ass game and that’s what you want to say to me?” 

Ushijima 

- Intimidating love met you through walking into the gym off-practice time to see you practicing by your lonesome, working on your digs before his voice makes you jump 

- “This is the boy’s gym.” “Sorry! I heard you were uh, off today and I wanted to get away from-” 

- Raises a brow when you yelp at the familiar call of “Y/N-chan~? Where are you?” 

- literally wtf Wakatoshi just wanted to spike some balls on his off-day, but instead he’s facing a group of six to seven boys in search of you, bored expression on his face as he leans against the door of the entrance

- “Ushijima-san! Have you seen Y/N?” “...No.” as he glances at your obvious gestures of said word, sighing in relief when they leave 

- “Are they gone?” “I assume so.” 

- blinks once as you bow in thanks before gathering your things, asking you what you were doing before you awkwardly clear your throat 

- “I can find another place to practice-” “No. Stay.” 

- You find yourself agreeing after gaping at the offer, and eventually surprised when he offers to help you practice 

- “W-Won’t your spike like, kill me?” “Only if you let it.” “...Did the Ushijima just make a joke?” 

- Surprised at how well he lets his guard down around you, and can’t explain the feeling in his chest when you leave him your number to meet up to practice “only if he wants to”

- Definitely finds himself calling you up on your next off-day, and starts to notice you more and more when the girls play before the guys do, the stark difference in color of jerseys making you stand out to the spiker 

- BIG impressed with your performance, and clears his throat when you approach him afterwards giddily, grinning widely as you flex your win

- “All that practice paid off, no?” “...I like you.” 

- Remains indifferent as both you and his team all silent at the same time, and you attempt to laugh it off as a joke before you realize he’s not laughing 

- “...Wait, really?” “Would it be troublesome if I meant it?” “N-No...!” 

- Doesn’t spare a glance to your crying fanclub before leaning down to your height, staring at you dead-on as you turn into a blushing mess when he brushes some hair out of your face before nodding once

- “Good. Then I’ll be taking you out after I win this match.” 

- And you can bet your ass he won his match, feelings for you hot on his heels while a similar heat bloomed in your cheeks as your team teased you from the stands 

Akaashi

- He had heard of you before, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to meet you in the library, huddled behind an unpopular selection of books upon a bookcase as soon as he rounds the corner, a book on volleball techniques clenched in your hold

- Simply stares when your eyes widen at his form, laughing a tad sheepishly while whispering- 

- “This isn’t what it looks like.” “...Well, I sure hope it’s not.” 

- Goes to simply grab his book and go before a shout rings throughout the room 

- “Y/N-chan!” “sH this is a library!!” 

- Sweatdrops when you tug your shirt higher to shield your face, ducking your head down low as your “Rejects of the Beautiful Y/N” fanclub drop their voices to a whisper, but seem to be getting closer 

- Next thing you know, the tall stranger is standing in front of you, shielding you from anyone looking into the aisle as you simply blink in surprise, watching as he shrugs his jacket off before dropping it into your lap

- Hums as he reads his book, mumbling a low, “It has a hood.” 

- Steps to the side when you awkwardly shove his jacket on, slipping the hood over your head before rushing past him, nodding your head thanks with a light blush on your cheeks as his scent surrounds you 

- “Where can I come return this?” “The Volleyball Club after school.” 

- So when you make your awkward entry at the instructed time, you blanch when all of the Fukurodani boys seem to still, watching their setter jog up to you and accept his jacket back from you before chaos emerges 

- “wHAT AKAASHI’S THE ONE TO DATE Y/N-” “Why are you yelling.” 

- Feels the tickle of a smile on his lips as you become flustered, explaining that wasn’t the case before you run away, blush on your features after thanking him again with a bow of your head

- Tightens his grip on the ball in his hand as he watches you jog off, ignoring the barrage of questions from his teammates as the tickle of a smile becomes a full one, hidden behind the setter’s hand at how you lived up to the rumors: 

- cute and sweet indeed. 

- So imagine your surprise when he pops up at your next game, looking at you with a mild expression when you see him in the stands before he sees the pink hue light up your cheeks

- Already has his jacket off when you meet him after your win, and you shuffle nervously in place as the setter slips the material around your shoulders, ignoring your doe-eyed expression at what was happening

- “You don’t have to return it this time.” “Akaashi Keiji...right?” 

- “Hm. Seems like we both know of each other.” As he zips it up, and confirms his feelings for you when you don’t push him away, practically feeling the racing of your heart as the setter silently claims you as his own in front of everyone 

- “Shall I take you out to celebrate your win?” “...Out as in like a date?” 

- smirks a little at your bewildered expression before leaning back, mild expression making you feel like his eyes were boring into you as pretty setter boy shoves a hand in his jacket pocket, tugging you a little closer

- “It’s no library, but I think we can make do.” 

Iwaizumi

- The first time he saw you, it was to watch you play, his fist tightened in the collar of a leaning Oikawa’s shirt over the bar, who was rambling on and on about how perfect you were 

- Hardly focused on girls, especially since it seemed like every girl at Seijoh was interested in Oikawa- but as soon as you looked into the stands and locked eyes with him on accident, you both shared a blush at the fact that you had caught the spiker staring

- Can’t explain the thump in his chest when you offer a bright smile from your position on the sidelines before jogging back out onto the court

- “Nope, Iwa-chan, I called dibs.” “You have dibs on every fucking girl in the school.” 

- Gets taken off guard at his possessiveness over you 

- Notices you a lot more, especially being flirted with as you awkwardly laugh it off while trying to step away in the halls of Aoba Joshai, and it takes a lot of Iwa’s willpower to simply stroll on by in his usual I-only-care-about-volleyball nature 

- Until on a certain day, this one bastard got too handsy, and as soon as you let out a surprised squeal when said bastard tugs you into his chest by the waist- 

- Iwa has him up against the wall two seconds flat, dark eyes spinning dangerously as a part of him wondered what it was about you to make him act like this 

- “Beat it. Don’t touch women like that.” 

- He got that respect-women juice

- “Y-You were the one in the stands...” as you put a hand over your mouth at the tumbling of words as a smirk tugs at the ends of Iwa’s lips as he feels pride at the blush on your features

- so you remembered him. 

- “What is this- the fourth confession this week?” “You’ve been counting?” 

- sweatdrops at his mess up as you erupt into a fit of giggles that had his heart thumping a bit more than usual 

- “No. This is a public hallway.” “Mhm. Sure. Mr. I-pin-guys-against-the-walls-in-said-public-hallways.” 

- Rolls his eyes at your playful smile, but remains grateful when you seem to relax around him, and your next joke takes him off-guard-

- “What, do you wanna make it five?” 

- Finds himself leaning into you, a hand resting on the wall by your side as he eyes you seriously, watching you gulp as a satisfactory grin tugs at his lips

- “What if I said yes?” “I’d say...I don’t even know your name...Iwaizumi?” as you read off his nametag, Iwa leans in a little closer in the empty hallway, watching as you clench your fists and look away in embarrassment 

- “It would make all the others leave you alone.” “Hm. Tempting.” 

- Smirks when you find stability in your voice, a small smile making its’ way onto your face at how natural it felt with the boy you locked eyes with merely once

- “Then, Iwaizumi, would you like to be number five?” 

- “Number one would work better, but eh- five works too.” as he leans a little closer, breath mixing with yours at the proximity as you squeak, shutting your eyes tight as Iwa grins at your cuteness

- “Hm. Not yet, princess. Let’s take it one step at a time.” 

- So that’s how the ace grabbed your hand and tugged you along, heart swelled with you wishing he had closed the distance

- “Where are we going?” “Practice. Let’s see how well you can dig up my spikes, Ms. Popularity.” 

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[lostinwildflowers]

Soft Erwin Smith HC’s

Erwin Smith x Reader

Summary: 

Word Count: 0.4K

Warnings: Sickening fluff

A/N: HI JOY!!! THANKS FOR REQUESTING<33 I hope soft Erwin is alright cuz I need this rn😂 I love you more😘- Birch <3

~ Erwin is such a big softie with you. Everyone sees him as the stone faced commander who will not hesitate to send hundreds of soldiers to their deaths, but you see the soft and caring side of him.

~ If he wakes up before you in your shared bed, he will press a gentle kiss to your forehead before tucking you back in. Sometimes he will go as far as to place a pillow next to you so you can cuddle that while he goes to get his early morning workout in.

~ With that in mind, he will make extra coffee or tea, depending on which your favorite is. When he’s not in a rush, he will scrawl a small note out next to the pot of coffee or tea expressing his love to you.

~ You are my north star, you guide me home whenever I am lost or in need of direction. 

~ My dear, you make my heart swell at the thought of you loving a broken soldier like me. 

~ The ethereal smile on your lips is what drives me to save humanity. I dream of days and nights with you where there is nothing but peace in this world.

~ You would wake up clutching the pillow he had tucked under your arm, a smile sliding across your face at his thoughtfulness. When you would walk into the kitchen to see your piping hot drink, you couldn’t help falling in love with him even more.

~ You would curl up on the couch while sipping on your drink, eyes constantly rereading the small note he would set on the counter. His small actions of love always made you want to do something in return for him.

~ So, you would do his laundry at the end of the week, while picking out his nicest shirts for when he had important meetings. You would drop by his office with a small snack to make sure he ate something throughout the day.

~ He had come to love your small visits, as you were constantly out training your own squad. Erwin most definitely tried to steal you away for all of his lunch hours, even if he didn’t get that many.

~ Your presence is what grounds him, keeps him fighting and sane in his hectic world. Erwin knows he’s not the perfect man, he has made many mistakes, but you always look past his flaws to see him for the kind man he is.

[mandoalorian]

Rach could you please do something soft like it’s maxwells birthday and you and alastair plan a small birthday party ( just the three of you) and he is so overwhelmed with love he can’t believe he got so lucky after everything ❤️ then you tell him you’re pregnant.

Also no pressure to write you can totally ignore this 😊

Birthday Surprise [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]

Warnings: pregnancy, allusions to sex, food mention, mention of infidelity/cheating, mention of poverty

Word Count: 3200>

A/N: It’s April 1st which means it’s officially Max Lord’s birthday! <33 Thank you for all the Max requests people have sent in over the past week. They’ve truly been a joy to write. & Thank you @supernaturalgirl for this lovely request. I hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Once upon a time, Maxwell Lord had these big, extravagant parties to celebrate his birthday. He’d host at fancy venues and it would be formal, strictly black-tie, and only the elite were invited. But the truth was, he was incredibly lonely. He had no friends, only colleagues and business associates. His wife would hang on his arm, wearing real fur, and Chanel couture earrings, parading around the room, flirting with other businessmen who might’ve been more successful than Max.

He didn’t like his birthday. Growing up, he didn’t celebrate much either. The Lorenzano family could barely afford to buy Maxwell new shoes or clothes that fit, so expecting gifts and parties was the last thing on his mind. Every year though, without fail, his mother would cook him a small cake and light a candle. “Make a wish, Maxwell.” she’d whisper. It was funny how things turned out.

And when he married for the first time, it was his wife who insisted on these big, luxurious celebrations with balloons and music. The attention was nice, sure, but it always felt like it was more for her than it was for him. He’d never say anything though. Just smile and nod. As long as she was happy. She sure seemed happy when Maxwell caught his wife with her tongue down another man’s throat at his 32nd birthday party. Thankfully, that marriage soon ended, and whilst Maxwell swelled with heartache for a good few months, better things were soon to come.

Like meeting you.

About a week before Maxwell’s birthday, Alistair was... hyper, to say the least. It was way past his bedtime, and yet he was bouncing up and down on yours and Max’s bed, clearly trying to get his father to leave the room.

“Daddy, could you go make me some french fries?”

Maxwell peeked up from his newspaper and furrowed his eyebrows together. His son’s question even ruffled you slightly, as you looked up from painting your nails and tilted your head slightly.

“Alistair, it’s eleven at night. No french fries.” Maxwell sighed before looking back down at his newspaper.

Alistair hummed, looking around the bedroom.

“Daddy, did you remember to feed Lady her evening biscuits?”

Maxwell looked up from his paper again, and stared at his son.

“I fed her this evening,” You said, trying to work out what kind of mischief Alistair was getting up to now. “Ali, is everything okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” The six year old replied, and well, it was a fair response. You and Maxwell exchanged a glance before getting back to your business. About ten seconds passed.

“Daddy, can you make me some warm milk?”

Maxwell sighed, this time dropping his newspaper completely and rubbing his tired eyes. “You don’t need warm milk Alistair.”

“But I’ll struggle to sleep without it.”

“I’ll go get you some,” you told the child, but Alistair quickly extended his arm, stopping you before you could get out of bed. 

“No mommy, you’re sick. Besides, I asked daddy.”

You blinked, taken slightly aback. Alistair was a sweet child with wonderful manners, that  much you knew, but even his decorum right now took you by surprise. He was speaking like a fully grown gentleman. Processing his words, you simply shrugged your shoulders before shuffling back into bed and getting comfortable.

Yeah, you’d been throwing up the past few days, in the mornings mostly, but you’d drawn it down to food poisoning. It was sweet how Alistair was seemingly looking out for your health. Maxwell’s gaze flicked between you both but, in defeat, he got out of bed and padded downstairs, into the kitchen to prepare his son’s bedtime beverage. Once he was gone, and you could hear him begin to steam the milk, you snapped your fingers to get Alistiar’s attention.

“Alright Ali,” you sighed, folding your arms across your chest. “What’s going on? Why have you been trying to get your dad to leave the room for the past...” you checked the time on the alarm clock which was positioned on Max’s nightstand. “Half an hour.” Gods he was persistent. Just like his father.

“We need to do something special for daddy’s birthday.” Alistair announced, and as he uttered the words, you already knew that there was no room for questioning him. He and his father were similar in that sense too.

“What do you have in mind?” you wondered out loud. You knew Maxwell’s birthday was approaching, despite your husband never talking about it. You hadn’t even thought of what to get him yet, which was a problem. 

“A party. But not like the ones daddy has for work,” Alistair explained, referring to the many galas Maxwell had hosted in attempt to gain sponsorship and investments for his company. “Like, a small tea party. Just us. All his favourite snacks and the birthday cake granny used to make him when he was a kid. I know it’s his favourite. And balloons and banners and streamers. I can draw a picture. And music. And—“

“Okay okay baby slow down, I see where you’re coming from,” you smiled, pulling Alistair into your lap. “And I like the idea. Do you know if your dad has ever had a small party like this before?”

“I don’t think so.” Alistair replied softly and you nodded in understanding.

“Well, we’ll have to make sure it��s perfect. We can start planning tomorrow morning when he goes to work, okay? But keep your mouth zipped tight Ali, it has to be a surprise.”

———

The day of Maxwell’s birthday started like any other. He left for work at 7:30, his driver waiting for him outside. He graced you with a quick peck on the cheek and told you he couldn’t wait to see you tonight. Now, Maxwell hadn’t uttered one word about his birthday in the past week, but even today, he hadn’t mentioned it. You’d planned on giving him his present this morning when he woke up, but your nerves got the better of you. 

You’d waited to give him this gift for a week already, you could at least wait a few more hours until he got home from work. 

At 9am, your best friend arrived with an abundance of helium balloons, birthday banners and streamers. At 9:30am, you tried to help Alistair pick out a smart outfit, although he was begging to wear one of his new Star Wars Ewok costumes. 

“How can you eat all the cake if you’re dressed as a massive teddy bear?” you asked the boy. He sighed, knowing that you had a point. 

Alistair looked adorable in his button down shirt and pants. You even fished in Maxwell’s closet to find a bow tie, hoping it would complete the look.

“I look like dad.” Alistair mumbled, fiddling with the wonky tie that you’d haphazardly wrapped around his neck.

“Exactly. You look wonderful.” you grinned, enveloping him into a massive hug. 

At 12, you figured it was the best time to begin baking the cake. But to do that, you needed the recipe. When you called Ms Lorenzano, your heart blossomed upon hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Oh darling! Hello! It’s so lovely to hear from you.” she spoke into the phone, and you could just imagine her smile on the other end of the line. It was identical to Maxwell’s. 

“Hello Ms Lorenzano,” you greeted, nervously curling the telephone wire around your finger. “How’ve you been?”

“I was just packing away my groceries. I got the bouquet of flowers you and Maxwell sent me yesterday. They look beautiful on my dining room table. Thank you, darling. They really lighten up the room. How is my son? Is he there?” Ms Lorenzano quizzed.

“Max is great, actually. He’s working at the moment but we were thinking about flying out to see you this weekend. If you weren’t busy? Alistair misses you very much.”

“Oh that would be wonderful! I’ve missed my little cherub so much. Let me guess, a big party planned tonight for my Maxwell’s birthday?” She beamed.

“Not quite. It was Ali’s idea to plan something small - a tea party of sorts. He was telling me about this vanilla frosting birthday cake you used to bake when Max was younger? And I was hoping you’d share the recipe with me. I’d love to try and recreate it… although my baking skills are nowhere near as good as yours.” you giggled. 

“That recipe has been passed down our family for generations,” Ms Lorenzano explained and you felt your heart sink into your chest. By neither law nor blood, you weren’t family. Would she really not give you the recipe? You’d been dating Maxwell for years now. And Ms Lorenzano did always say you were like a daughter to her… “Of course you can have it.” she smiled and you felt  a wave of relief wash over you as she began to list the ingredients.

“Thank you Ms Lorenzano, it was so lovely to speak to you. Max is gonna give you a call tonight. Take care, okay?”

“Okay darling. I send my love. Give Alistair a kiss from his ol’ granny. I will see you Saturday.” 

Now, the smart thing would’ve been to call over the house chef and have her prepare the birthday cake. At least then, it would be void of any errors. But this was strictly a Lorenzano family recipe and the last thing you wanted to do was to disrespect Ms Lorenzano and immediately give it to the house chef. So, you figured you’d give it your best go. At least then it would be sentimental. 

Maxwell was a fussy eater, only eating the most delicious and well presented foods. You weren’t sure if he’d even step a foot near this cake. As you stirred together the ingredients, something wasn’t right. It was lumpy and bubbling and -- no matter what, you just couldn’t seem to fix it. You called Alistair in, who had been colouring in a family portrait he’d drawn, to take a look, but of course, he didn’t know any better.

When the cake came out the oven, it was lop-sided and slightly burned. You figured it would be okay if you just covered it in the vanilla frosting and placed the sliced strawberries intricately on the top. But no. Luck wasn’t on your side today. The strawberries slipped off and the icing was uneven. At least you managed to put the cake on one of the fancy ‘special occasion’ plates. You could just tell Maxwell that it was made with love.

Ali helped you decorate downstairs, which proved to be a challenge. The rooms in Lord manor were extensively sized and tall, but you did your best. 

“Ali, I’m going to quickly get changed okay? Would you do me a favour and bring down your dad’s presents from upstairs? You could place them on the dining room table.”

Alistair nodded obediently and did as he was told. You went up to yours and Maxwell’s shared closet and looked around, trying to decide on what exactly you should wear. You opted on a beautiful, fitted champagne coloured dress that glittered in the artificial lighting. It was one of your favourite gowns and you had worn it last summer at one of Black Gold Cooperative’s charity fundraising events. You knew how much Maxwell loved it too. If Alistair was dressed in his father’s bow-tie, and Maxwell always looked presentable, there was no reason you couldn’t make an effort to look good too. Besides, you didn’t know how long you’d have left before you wouldn’t be able to fit into these dresses anymore.

You didn’t have long before Maxwell was due to finish work. You quickly style your hair and adjust your makeup, before padding downstairs and into the dining room. Just like you had requested, all of Maxwell’s presents were neatly piled on top of the table, courtesy of Alistair.

“He’ll be home any second Ali,” you said, handing Alistair a party popper and adjusting the cone shaped party hat on his head. Alistair was absolutely beaming, his big brown eyes twinkling like starlight as he anticipated his father coming home from work. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Alistair grinned.

“Okay. Good. Let’s go find a place to hide.”

Ducking down behind the stack of gifts, you waited for about five minutes in silence, until you heard the front door unlock. Alistair squeaked excitedly, hearing his dad come home and you bit your lip, quietly shushing him but unable to contain your own smile.

Maxwell was surprised when he came home. He wasn’t greeted like he expected to be. Normally, every evening after his shift, you and Ali would run into his arms and envelope him into a hug. The lack of running and hugs concerned Maxwell. The house was dead quiet, and he even found himself wondering if either of you were home. 

When he padded into the dining room and switched on the light, you and Ali jumped out and screamed in unison; “Happy birthday!”

Maxwell froze, his jaw dropping open and his eyes going comically wide. He was presented with an abundance of gifts, a decorated dining room, his son and girlfriend all dressed up, and a questionable looking cake with a wax candle stuck in the top. You and Alistair ran into Maxwell’s arms and hugged him tight.

“Daddy! Daddy! It’s your birthday! Look! We planned a surprise tea party all by ourselves!” Alistar squealed, tugging on his father’s arm.

“I- I- wow!” Maxwell gasped, genuinely speechless. You bit your lip and swayed your hips as you lovingly gazed into his brown eyes. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact the whole day was leading up to this moment, or perhaps just an imbalance with your hormones, but you had missed him so much. Just seeing him again made you want to weep in his strong arms. You loved him so much.

“Happy birthday.” you whispered, raising your hand to cup his face. He nudged his nose against yours and you kissed him sweetly. 

“You did all of this for me?” He asked after reluctantly pulling away, still in genuine shock.

“It was Ali’s idea.” you replied, letting your body lean against his. You rest your head into his chest so much so that you could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You look… breathtaking, darling.” Maxwell hummed, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Come sit down,” you said, taking his hand and guiding him over to the dining room table. “You have all these presents, and we have cake and music…” 

“The cake…” Maxwell pointed and quirking an eyebrow. “Is that… it can’t be…”

“It is, I called your mom for the recipe.” You confirmed with a nervous smile. 

“I-- don’t believe it. I haven’t had this cake since--”

“I know. Again it was Ali’s idea,” you informed him. Alistair looked bashfully proud as he anticipated the cake cutting. “I know it doesn’t look the best…”

“Are you kidding?” Maxwell asked, cutting you off. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Would you like to try some?”

“Would I like to try some?” Maxwell repeated incredulously. “Of course!”

You lit the candle and held hands with Alistair and Max as the two of you sang happy birthday. As Maxwell blew out the candle, you told him to make a wish.

“I don’t need to wish for anything. I already have everything I could ever want. Right here.”

Maxwell got a variety of miscellaneous gifts for his birthday. A porcelain statue of a dog, a small desk flag with his company logo on it, a basket filled with biotin supplements, and of course the artwork that Alistair had created earlier in the day. It was a beautiful crayon illustration of you, Max, Ali, and of course your cat, Lady Lord. Maxwell promised to frame it and put it on his desk at work. Little did he realise though, the best gift was yet to come.

Once Alistair was tucked into bed, you and Maxwell decided to settle down and have an early night. All the eating and dancing had exhausted you both. 

“Thank you for today,” Maxwell mumbled, pulling the zipper down your dress. His warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear and you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach. “Why don’t we go to bed, hm?” he asked, peppering kisses down your neck and along your shoulders. 

You knew what he was hinting at, and you wanted it too. Of course you wanted it too. But there was something you had to deal with first. You were so nervous but you knew it was now or never.

“I didn’t give you your birthday present.” you announced, turning around to look your boyfriend in the eye.

“Wh-- what do you mean? You didn’t need to get me anything. This was enough. You-- you, my love, are enough.”

You smiled, rubbing his bicep and finding yourself once again getting lost in his eyes. You took a deep breath and pulled him into the en-suite bathroom. Although confused, Max didn’t say a word, and instead, he watched you in silence as you unlocked the drawer under the sink. It was where you usually kept your cosmetics, but Max’s gift had been waiting in there for the past week, wrapped up in tissue. You took it out and handed him it.

You anxiously watched as he unravelled the tissue, only to be presented with a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His eyebrows knotted together and you watched his Adam's apple bop in his throat as he swallowed. But then, only seconds later, his face softened and his eyes became glazed with unshed tears. “You’re… we’re…”

“We’re pregnant, Max.” you confessed, confirming his thoughts.

Maxwell choked up and wrapped his strong arms tight around you, squeezing you hard. “Oh my God, we’re really pregnant?”

“Mhm.” you giggled, as Maxwell pulled away and cupped your cheeks with his hand. He kissed you passionately and when he pulled away, his grin was ecstatic.  

“How long have you known?” He quizzed.

“A week.” you admitted.

“A week?!”

You swatted his arm playfully and shushed him. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise. We have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, to confirm it and everything. But with the sickness and… I can feel it, you know?” You took his hand and placed it against your stomach. “I can really feel it.”

“I love you so much,” Maxwell smiled. “I love you so, so much.”

“Happy birthday my dear.” you replied, guiding him back over to the bed. “I love you too.”

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[imagine-loki]

Omega Mine

TITLE: Omega Mine

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 33/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Loosely based on: Imagine Loki discovers the Avengers have an omega who has healing powers living with them. He’s an Alpha and he wants her, badly. 

RATING: M  

NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

Loki kissed you until you were breathless.  Only then did he pull back to let you catch your breath.  “You’re far too good at that,” you informed him as you were focusing on breathing again.  

Loki chuckled, “I am known as Silvertongue for a reason,” he replied with a seductive purr.  You kissed his nose, uninterested in anything having to do with sex after your week of heat.  Loki smirked, but respected your unspoken wish.  “There is something I need you to do for me,” he changed the subject, but gave you a gentle look that indicated that you probably weren’t going to like what he had to say.  Though unlike a lot of other people in your life, he was treating you like an equal, not like a helpless Omega.  

You looked up into his eyes.  “You need me to do something for you?” You asked incredulously.  What could you possibly do for him that he couldn’t do for himself?

Loki smiled.  “Yes, little Omega,” he said warmly.  “The mating bond is only half completed.  You need to finish your half,” he informed you.  He sounded like he was reminding you, but you had no idea what he was talking about.  Your hand went to the mating mark on your neck.  That was the only mating bond you knew about.  An Alpha claimed an Omega by marking them and the mating magic bound them together.  They could do so by force, though that was rare nowadays with all of the protections in place for Omegas.  But the entire mating was an Alpha claiming an Omega.  You’d never heard of an Omega having a part to play in the process.

“I don’t understand,” you told Loki softly.  “An Alpha claims an Omega and that’s the end of it,” you reminded him.

Loki’s eyes widened in shock.  “That’s…. Only half of it,” he said softly, searching your eyes for recognition of what he was talking about.  He cursed softly when he didn’t get that recognition.  “The bond isn’t complete until the Omega claims their Alpha in return.  Midgardians have apparently forgotten that part of the bond… no wonder…” he trailed off.  No wonder your society was so out of balance.

“So… you want me to mark you?” You asked him as you tried to wrap your head around the concept.  

Loki nodded.  “Exactly so,” he replied. “The bond remains incomplete until you do.  It is… a handicap to have it incomplete,” he tried to explain.  “Right now, it is only half a bond.  We cannot share our strengths, nor help the other…” he shook his head when he saw the expression on your face.  “Please, Elskling, please trust me,” Loki asked.  He didn’t ask for a lot, but he was asking for everything now.

“But… Loki, it’ll hurt you!” You protested.  You would have to bite him, to break the skin and draw blood.  Alphas usually did it at the moment of orgasm to mask that moment of pain with pleasure.  

“Just for a moment,” Loki agreed.  

You paled and gripped one of his hands with both of yours, needing the grounding of his presence. “You’re my Alpha, I can’t hurt you!” You insisted, panicking over the thought of hurting him when he’d been nothing but kind to you.

Loki chuckled and pulled you into his arms.  He stroked your hair gently to soothe you.  “Elskling, it’s alright, I promise.  It will only hurt for a moment and I have been through much worse pain in my life,” he reminded you.  He’d been tortured by Thanos before he’d been sent to Earth to find one of the infinity stones hidden here. 

“Torture?” You mewed.  You didn’t want to do anything that would remind him of that pain and torture.  You couldn’t stand the thought of your Alpha in pain.  It was an Omega’s nature to care for and heal your Alpha.  

“I need you to do this, Elskling.  I know it’s hard.  I know it goes against your very nature.  I promise, it will only hurt for a moment,” Loki told you gently as he stroked your hair and cuddled you close to soothe you.  “The bond needs to be completed,”

“Loki… I want to, but…” you couldn’t bear the thought of hurting him and marking him.  It was so foreign.  

Loki considered that and pressed a kiss to your hair.  “I understand that you do not wish to hurt me,” he said gently.  “How about a compromise?”

You looked up at him, grasping onto the hope he was giving you.  “What compromise?” You asked.

“I know you have no interest in sex after you were just in heat and I respect that wholeheartedly.  I would never press or force you,” Loki said quickly.  “However, it might be easier on you to mark me if you use the Alpha’s technique of making the mark at the moment of orgasm,” he suggested.  

You felt your cheeks heat at the suggestion and the image in your mind.  But you were also inexperienced and didn’t know how Loki was suggesting this happen without you having sex.  “H-how?” You finally asked stupidly.  He said he wouldn’t press you to have sex…

Loki chuckled.  “There are many, many ways to bring pleasure without intercourse,” he reminded you.  How many times had he brought you to that pleasure with his mouth or tongue while you were in heat?  

“Right…” you agreed, feeling dumb for not knowing that.  

Loki placed his fingers under your chin and forced you to look up at him.  He kissed you softly.  “It’s alright, Elskling.  We have centuries for both of us to get experience together,” he reassured you.  “For now, you can use a hand,” he suggested.  

A hand.  That was safe.  That wouldn’t hurt you when you were so repulsed by sex, but would give Loki pleasure and let you mark him when the pain would be negated by the pleasure you gave him.  You nodded. “Yes.  I can manage that,” you said softly.

Loki kissed your forehead.  “Good girl,” he purred.  You melted at the praise.  

A few kisses later and Loki vanished his clothes.  It left him in the vulnerable position as you were still fully dressed, especially the all-important fuzzy socks.  You realized that he was doing it to help you feel more in control, safer.  He guided your hand to his semi-erect cock and showed you how best to stroke, then to pump it once it was hard.  When you had the hang of it, he pulled you into a kiss.  The kiss didn’t stop his delicious moans of pleasure as you worked him. The skin of his cock was soft, though his erection was hard and large in your grip as you pumped.  He shifted his hips and made a noise, whining for you to increase the pace.  He acted like a needy Omega and you realized that was also for your benefit.  He was playing a role to make you more comfortable and you loved him deeply for it.  You gave him what he needed, working him hard and fast.  

He finally broke the kiss and pulled your head down to his neck.  You had felt his cock swell and knew he was getting close.  “Now,” he rasped, his voice husky and deep with the pleasure that was building.  

You hesitated a moment, unsure, but at his insistence, sank your teeth into his neck where he held you.  He cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as his orgasm hit at the same time.  You tasted his blood in your mouth and had a moment of panic at what you’d done.

That panic only lasted a moment before you felt the rest of the bond settle into place.  You hadn’t understood what Loki had meant until you felt the full bond.  He had been right.  You’d only been bound to him earlier, not the other way around.  He had been able to feel you, but that was it.  Now there was an open connection between you, one that couldn’t be broken, couldn’t be blocked or stopped.  You would always know when the other was in danger, or needed physical or emotional support.  Loki could take peace from you and you could take strength from him freely.  It was so much more and so much better than the bond had been.

Peace filled you both when the bond was settled in place.

Loki pulled you close to let you rest on his chest as the wound was healing.  He healed quickly so it already wasn’t bleeding any more.  “You did well, Elskling.  The bond is complete,” he purred.

“It’s amazing,” you agreed as you nuzzled close.  Then something hit you.  “Wait… did you say centuries?”

Loki laughed.  “Yes, Elskling.  With the bond complete, you’ll live as long as I do.  Which will be a few thousand more years,”

You just gaped at that bombshell.  Thousands of years?

[rainecreatesstuff]

LAMP Soulmate AU Bulletfic thing

Word Count: 2569

TW: Mentions and implications of abuse, mentions of anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, mentions and implications of death + illness

They’re all connected in different ways

Virgil is connected to Patton through that thing where marks on your soulmate’s skin appear of yours too

Roman through a thing where on your eleventh birthday at 11:11pm a name will pop into your head and wow its your soulmate’s

And Logan through the string thing

Roman is connected to Patton through a timer on his wrist

And Logan through a tattoo-like mark on your wrist that says your soulmate’s first words to you

Logan and Patton are connected through a soulmark (A tattoo or raised pattern on your skin that is also on your soulmate)

Patton is blind

so in this au different soulmarkers develop at different ages

So when V’s little he’s super excited to meet his sm, bc his parents are soulmates and everything he’s seen abt them is so sweet and exciting!

He turns six and doesn’t develop a timer, which is what he was hoping for

But that’s ok! There are tons of other soulmarkers!

And then he doesn’t develop a soulmark when he’s seven

Or a sentence on his wrist when he’s eight

And he can see colours

So he’s starting to get nervous

And hey! Mom’s sick, and in the hospital, and she’s just not doing too swell

But then when he turns nine, a beautiful red string has been tied around his ring finger when he wakes up!

And wow! Mom look, I have a soulmate! Just like you and daddy!

And then a few months later he’s doing his homework at the kitchen table and the string goes limp before shriveling up and turning black

The doctors have no explanation, and V’s anxiety has really started to kick in

Mom doesn’t seem to be getting better either

So when he turns ten, he is fully aware that this is probably his last chance to develop a soulmarker

He writes on his forearm the night before his birthday

It says “Hey, I’m V! I guess we’re soulmates?”

When he wakes up there’s nothing new

Which is fine! Because that means his sm is probably in the same time zone as him!

But then he keeps waiting and

Nothing

Nothing for a week.

Eventually his dad convinces him to wash it off

Then on his eleventh birthday he knows how uncommon a soulname connection is, but he needs to try

So it’s 11:10 and he’s sitting at his desk with a marker ready to write it down and then-

Roman Prince

Roman prince? What do you mean Roman prince? That’s not a name! What the hell?!

So he’s really sad and anxious and stuff because he doesn’t have a soulmate and, yknow, that’s kinda upsetting for him

And hey, your mom really isn’t doing too well, we have to visit her after school, okay?

At first Virgil doesn’t understand why mom’s being so dramatic or why she keeps telling him she loves him

Then it hits him

And now he’s sobbing and hugging her and shaking and he can’t breathe he can’t breathe he can’t breathe

Fun fact! Turns out this is a regular thing and he has really bad anxiety.

And mom has been put in a medically induced coma

So a year later dad decides to pull the plug

Virgil’s anxiety has gotten really bad

He’s just not in a good place

High school goes by without much happening

Now he’s going to university! How exciting and stressful!

Roman, too, was entranced by the idea of soulmates. His parents aren’t soulmates, but they encourage his excitement about them!

And when he turns six, he develops a timer on his wrist! Score! What a romantic way to meet the love of your life!

Or friend of your life

His moms are so excited for him! They get him new paints and take him out to dinner to celebrate.

And then he wakes up on his eighth birthday to words on his right wrist

It says “If you could stop talking, it would be vastly appreciated.”

He’s a little pissed

His moms take him to the doctor bc “wtf why does he have TWO soulmarkers?!”

The answer is that he has two soulmates

It’s uncommon, but possible

So while he is ecstatic and ready to parade his soulmarkers around the school, his moms are a little less happy and a little more worried

They may have made the suggestion that he wears long sleeves most days, those ones that he hates because they will not roll up

But he did what they asked because they’re his moms, and he loves them very much

And then a few years later on his birthday he’s typing up a short story for school

It’s due the next day so he’s rushing through it a little bit

It’s still amazing

But anyways, he’s writing, and he suddenly just gets the name “Virgil Miller” stuck in his head

He doesn’t think anything of it bc he’s writing and that’s normal

He ends up naming the main character Virgil 

Logan grows up in a bit of a run-down part of town

His Mami and Dad are soulmates (he doesn’t think they should be)

They fight a lot, and sometimes Dad’ll hurt Mami, especially at night when they think he’s asleep

And he’s heard Mami on the phone with his Tia, talking about court cases? And laws, and soulmates?

Needless to say, he isn’t all too enamoured with the idea of soulmates

When he’s seven he gets a soulmark, some bumps over his heart, which is a little distressing

He’s never met this person, but he’s supposed to spend his whole life with them?

He’s very scared that his soulmate will be like Dad

And then he develops the words “Bold of you to assume I can stop talking” on his right wrist

And then a string when he’s nine.

He doesn’t tell his parents about any of them. “Soulless” people existed, and he knew his Mami was hoping he was one of them.

And then later that year Mami sits him down and tells him that she’s going to live with his Tia until she can find her own apartment, and that she and Dad aren’t together anymore

Logan cries for a while, and tells her about all the things he’s heard, and the bruises he’s seen, and begs to go with her

Mami says she was hoping he would

His Dad finds out the day before they leave and he hits Logan

Multiple times

And when his Mami steps in, Dad scowls and yells and stomps away and Mami picks Logan up and they run to the car and leave

When they get to his Tia’s he hides in the guest bedroom they said is his and he takes a pair of scissors and

Snip snip, he’s 33% more “soulless”

He steals Mami’s concealer and puts it on his wrist everyday to cover the words there

The only one he doesn’t cover is the soulmark on his chest, which he almost never sees because of his shirt

Whenever anyone asks, he just tells them he’s soulless

He tries not to get too close to people, but he usually fails and so he has a very small, very tight friend group 

Oh also he’s a grade ahead of his year

Patton’s family is very well off

He’s the oldest of four brothers

He’s trans, but his family is v supportive and helped him transition as soon as they found out

His service dog’s name is Cookie and she’s a golden retriever

He’s had her since he was eleven, and he loves her very much

Because he’s blind there’s certain things he didn’t know about growing up

For example, nobody told him about soulmates until he was nine

Which really explains the weird ticking he hears every once in a while, as well as the strange, tiny bumps on his chest (which spell out “Loved” in Braille)

He doesn’t think about it too often, but he’d be lying if the idea didn’t entrance him

He didn’t think he’d ever meet his soulmates, though, and if he did, he wasn’t sure they’d want the responsibility of a blind soulmate

On the day he turns ten, there’s this little tickling on his forearm, like butterflies gently taking off on him

He doesn’t really think anything of it, though

Despite being blind, Patton is super capable

He can’t cook by himself, but if he’s supervised he does a really good job. He’s the most prepared for “real life” out of his siblings, which is strange, considering he’s the oldest

He goes to public school, where most kids are really nice (sometimes antagonistically nice), but there were also some rude kids

“You don’t really need that walking stick, you’ve got a dog, and we need it to play our game!”

The amount of times he’s had to explain that no you dumbass I do still need the stick is ridiculous

But he keeps a smile on his face and forges through it

And then in grade eleven Roman’s studying in the hallway when he sees some kid being bullied

Well, not bullied, but definitely teased. Something was wrong, anyways

He’s been on edge all day because his timer keeps going down

But he’s not really thinking about it rn

So he goes over and gets the idiots to leave and

Holy hell did heaven drop an angel? They must have, because look at this boy with his golden hair and tanned skin and freckles and

Beep beep motherfucker. It’s soulmate o’clock

And Roman is just so happy

“H-hey, I’m Roman!” “Oh, hi, I’m Patton! Did... did your timer go off?” “Uh yeah! It did!”

And Patton

Just grins so wide and there’s tears, and he leaps up and hugs Roman so tight

And Roman is so freaking happy!!!! He asks Patton for his contact because duh and Pat’s like

“Uhhh well I can’t text”

“Why?”

“..... I’m blind?” “OHHHHHHH”

So they figure they can talk over the phone because Patton does have a phone for calling

So they have a cute first date and they fall in love and everything’s good and dandy and Roman’s going to college but Patton’s found this real nifty job that just so happens to be right next to Roman’s college so they move in together and Patton knows about Roman’s other sm and Roman knows about Patton’s other sm

And Roman’s in a lecture now

And he didn’t really notice but he’s been muttering

And he’s just kinda sitting there when he hears it from the guy next to him

So he looks up and here’s this ethereal looking dude with gorgeous brown eyes and dark hair and

“Bold of you to assume I can stop talking.”

He curses every known god for making his first words to his soulmate be a meme

They excuse themselves from class because holy shit

And Logan introduces himself shakily

And Roman asks for his number

And they go on a date where Roman tells him about Patton and Logan mentions having a soulmark over his heart

Logan is really hesitant to join their relationship bc he was hoping he would never meet his soulmates

So they don’t put a label on it right away

But they go on a few dates and hang out a bunch and Logan realizes that he actually really, really likes these guys and he doesn’t really want to live the rest of his life without them

So he talks to them and tells them about some of the stuff that happened when he was a kid

Roman and Patton are horrified but they hug him and promise that they will never lay a finger on him if he asks them not to 

And Logan just has a moment of “These guys love me. Like actually love me. And want me to be happy. And I think I feel the same?” 

So on their next date Logan asks both of them to be his boyfriends and obviously they say yes

And basically they’re just all really in love

They move into a bigger apartment together at the beginning of year two

So then they’re all cuddling one day when Logan tells them about his string

And so the other two are like “oh shit is there another???”

And Roman says that on his eleventh birthday he just suddenly had this name pop into his head but he just assumed he’d wanted the name for a character so

And Patton says that after getting his soulmark AND a timer he didn’t think to check for anything else

So they’re all kinda like well whoops let’s hope we still meet them!

And Patton’s at his job one day when this guy walks in and he’s one of the new employees

Pat’s got his seeing eye doggo with him but the vest is off cuz they’re both on break

And so V’s like “oh cool dog can I pet him?”

Bc usually he would never just go up and ask but he literally can’t stop himself because here’s this adorable dude in front of him and the universe is screeching at him to say hi

And Pat hears his voice and immediately falls in love

“Oh, yea sure! She’s my eye dog, but she’s on break so it’s all good!”

And V meets Pat and his dog

And they end up exchanging numbers because they are coworkers and well

Yknow

So a couple days later, after him and Patton have been talking a lot, Pat invites him over

So V goes over and meets Roman and Logan

And he hears Roman’s name and

Holy shit

And of course Roman is also freaking out because the name Virgil just really hasn’t left his head since he thought of it

So yknow

Logan’s a little unsure, but then the two get talking about astronomy and he doesn’t care if they’re not soulmates he is going to marry this guy

And they all get really close really fast

And then one day Virgil offhandedly mentions the string thing

And Logan freezes and just

Shows V his right ring finger, where they can both see this rotting string that’s still tied tight around it and

Fuck V can’t breathe are you kidding? right now?

So they help ground him, and Logan explains everything

And Roman tells him what’s up

But they’re not really sure how he’s connected to Patton but then he just

Grabs a marker and draws a heart on his hand and

It’s right there on Patton’s hand holy s h i t

So they take Virgil on a date and stuff and they make it official

And Virgil’s a little nervous bc like those three have been together for a while now and he feels like he’s intruding

But he talks to Logan and L understands bc Roman and Patton had been dating for 2+ years when he found them

He promises that V is not intruding and that they all really love him

And Virgil just full on starts crying because he hasn��t felt this loved since before his mom died and he loves his bfs so much

They find their bfs and just cuddle all night

Virgil moves in with the rest of them at the beginning of third year 

They get their happily ever after for the most part

Hopefully y’all liked this! I think I’ll be posting more writing on here, bc I have TONS of wips stacked up in a google docs and I’d like to get them out of there lmao

[baekberrie]

Hello! I’m so excited that you’re doing requests!! I was wondering if you could do one where baeks s/o has an anxiety attack or overwhelming senses and he calms them down? If it’s too intense I completely understand!

Your hands flew to your hair, desperately fisting on it while you tried to make yourself reason again although any tentative was by now futile. Your lungs felt as if they were burned by the lack of air as tears blurred your whole view, your own frantic heartbeat resounding through your ears, suppressing away any other sound. You didn’t remember why you had freaked out this time- sometimes you couldn’t just help it when the smallest things could send your mind into a ballistic state, it was stronger than you and before you’d know it, there would be tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s okay,” You gasped to yourself, not giving up on trying to get yourself back together, you could do this if you tried harder. “I can-” When your eyes landed on the piles of unfinished work for the week, you remembered why you had been stressed in the first place. Cold fingers tightened around your heart as the anxiety bubbled its way up to your throat all over again, a sob stumbled over your lips and then it was really more than useless to try and stop it. Because the stress overflowed and you felt yourself succumb to it, waterfalls ushering from your eyes as your whole body shook desperately.

The noise of your sobs had been so loud that you hadn’t noticed or heard how the knob of the door had suddenly twisted. 

“Baby?” A voice called, it was familiar and warm, the kind of voice that would melt any worry away, that could lull you to sleep, however, it was just a faint sound in the background, you heard it in the back of your head but your body and mind wouldn’t react to it just yet. 

Gentle fingers appeared on your shoulders and you felt your heart almost jump out of your chest, startled by the sudden contact. Your pupils were wildly dilated as you tried to look make out through the tears whoever was holding you. Then a voice called again, this time it was way closer than it had been before, it actually managed to shake something within you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Concern dripped from his words and you could only remark how his voice was like a gentle caress on your frantic heart, spreading a warmth that made you feel like everything was going to be alright. The hands on your shoulders slid down to your arms, rubbing them comfortingly as if they knew exactly what you needed when you were in this state of mind. In fact, after a few moments, you felt like you could breathe normally again until there were no tears clouding your view anymore. 

Baekhyun.

Baekhyun, Baekhyun, Baekhyun.

When you realized it was him standing in front of you, staring at you with is starry like orbs that were so warm yet pooled with worry, you felt everything fall right back into place again, yes, everything was going to be alright now that he’s here. Nothing can go wrong if he’s here, if his scent is impregnating in the walls of your home, on your clothes. Just everywhere.

“Baekhyun-” You breathed out, crushing yourself against his arms, your heart swell when he didn’t hesitate to embrace you, his strong arms wrapping protectively around your body- gosh, you felt so safe, so protected that warm, comforting comets fell all over your body as he pressed you closer to him.

“Everything is going to be alright,” He murmured in your ear before loosening his hold slightly, just so that he could glance at you as if he had to make sure all over again that you were indeed fine, that there weren’t any more tears running down your cheeks. “Yes,” you agreed quietly, “Because you’re here,” You added as you lifted your own eyes from his chest to return his gaze. The way his face softened into something so sweet, so adoring made your breath hitch in your throat as he leaned closer. A quiver left your lips when his mouth landed on your cheek, kissing the salty stains caused by your tears, gracing every inch with his feather-light yet extremely warm, almost scorching hot lips. Your hands fisted around his shirt when his lips trailed up your face, closing sweetly on your eyelid, a little pucker echoed when his lips left your skin.

Soon after, your face was pressed against his chest all over again, his absurdly sweet scent taking over your senses, pulling into an extremely calm and relaxed daze, all you could do was lean into him and sigh contently.

🍓🍓🍓

aaand here goes this one! I hope it was good honey, again I’m so sorry for always taking so long to write these, I still have a couple left and I feel like I only have the time to write one a day which is really sad but unfortunately I have many things to do at school, so please forgive me :(💔

Thank you for looking forward to my works and for stopping by! It means a lot to know that you want me to write sweet things for you

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Cult of Luthor: New Friends

The last thing Sam Arias expects when she returns to school on a Tuesday is to find an unfamiliar face staring at her during homeroom. She's not exactly surprised by it, but she has gotten used to the student body having moved on from her scandal. Perhaps what most unnerves her is the way the new girl smiles at her as though they already know each other.

Sam grimaces a tight smile back, then focuses on her notes until the bell rings, at which point she slips out to door before new girl has a chance to make contact.

It does little good, because when she settles into her desk in algebra two doors down, new girl slides into the seat right next to her.

"Congratulations!" the dark-haired girl gushes, beaming widely. Excitement bleeds from every inch of her. "How far along are you?"

"Um," Sam stutters ungracefully. "Twenty-two weeks?"

"Oh, that's wonderful! Have you been struggling with leg cramps? It's not uncommon for mothers to have some of their worst muscle fatigue at this stage."

Sam blinks. "Yeah, actually..."

"There are stretches that you can use to strengthen and relax your muscles. I can show you-- but if the cramps remain persistent, you could be low on magnesium. Have you have any recent bloodwork done?"

"Um--"

"And if you're nauseous, I also know a tea that will calm any morning sickness, my sisters swear by it, and--"

All of a sudden, the girl seems to notice Sam's confusion, and mistakes it for discomfort. Her smile fades, giving way to apology.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry..." The girl pulls into herself, pulling her hands into her lap as her shoulders tighten. Her lips press into a thin, wobbling line. "I'm sorry if I overstepped. Where I'm from, childbirth and pregnancy are cherished, and I-- I didn't even stop to consider that you may be in a situation where it wasn't want-- planned. Where the pregnancy wasn't planned. Please forgive me…” 

"No, no, no! It's fine," Sam assures her. "Really. I, um... I'm just not used to such... enthusiasm. Especially in this school. Most people are more concerned with the fact I was stupid enough to have sex, than the fact my body is a giant ache.” Her eyes narrow, studying the girl carefully. “How do you know so much?"

The girl offers a tremulous smile. "I spent time shadowing pediatricians in our neonatal ward at-- back home," she amends swiftly. "And I've helped many of my sisters through their pregnancies."

Suddenly, the girl thrusts a hand between them.

"I'm Lena. I'm new."

Yeah, Sam scoffs inside her head. I can tell.

"Sam," she returns, taking Lena's hand. "Nice to meet you."

Oddly enough, Sam finds herself meaning it. Lena smiles at her, and Sam feels something in her perk up in surprise. 

"And thanks," she repeats. When Lena's features crease in confusion, she continues. "Lately, everyone stares at my belly when they talk to me-- like they don’t even see me anymore. Everyone except you."

"Oh," Lena says softly. Only then does her gaze drift down to the rounded swell of Sam's abdomen, before lifting back up to Sam's eyes. "Where I'm from, every new child has the potential to change the world, and so they’re awaited with eager hopes and open arms. But that potential can come at great cost to the mother, and we treasure her as well, for she is the one who risks her life and health to usher a new mind into the world."

Sam smiles at the sentiment, despite the oddly cultish verbiage. "I like that. Thanks.”

Lena’s eyes brighten into another smile, under which Sam nearly wilts. Guilt claws at her ribs, for having avoided this strange new girl who has nothing but kindness to give.

“But about what you said before...” Sam continues, clearing her throat as she shifts in her seat. "It wasn't planned, no. But she is very much wanted."

Somehow, Lena’s smile grows wider. This time, Sam musters one to meet it.

"And you're definitely right about one thing-- my baby's going to change the world.”

---

Sam shares the last class of the day with Lena too, and they walk out to the buses together. 

"Kara said she'd meet us here," Lena says when they hit the courtyard. "Which bus do you take?"

"Oh, um," Sam reaches for an answer that won't make her out to be even more of a sob story. "I've been taking the 33."

Lena blinks at her. "There are only nineteen buses." 

"The 33 is a city bus. It goes to Greenbrook."

"Isn’t that on the other side of town? I didn’t realize the school district was that large--”

“It’s not,” Sam cuts in sharply. “But I’m on the outs with my mom, so I’ve been staying with some friends."

Coworkers, really-- her shift manager at the movie theater and her fiance. Sam knows she has only another day or two tops before she wears out her welcome, which means she’ll be riding another friend-of-friend’s couch by the end of the week-- if she can find one. 

Lena doesn’t respond. When Sam meets her gaze, she finds those eerily intense eyes seeing more than they should-- more than anyone else in this school has.

“Your mother shunned you,” Lena says softly. 

Absurdly, tears lift to Sam's eyes. She hasn't told anyone at school-- not that anyone has cared enough to ask. No one knows and Sam has gotten used to it but suddenly Lena is looking at her with such tenderness that all Sam wants to do is cry.

"That's one way of putting it," Sam mutters, sniffling under her breath. "It's no big deal--"

Lena wraps her arms around Sam and hugs her firmly. Sam grips at her in desperation, like a woman who's only just realizing she's drowning. 

"I'm so sorry, Sam," Lena murmurs over her shoulder. "She was wrong to do that."

Sam nods, unable to speak around the lump threatening to strangle her. That simple acknowledgement nearly undoes five months of stoicism, leaving Sam teetering on the edge of uncontrollable sobs.

"Lena!" Kara's voice calls over the crowd. "Come on, let's go!"

Lena pulls away to search Sam's gaze for a brief moment. "I'll be right back."

Sam watches her go, and stands numbly as Lena exchanges a flurry of solemn words with Kara. Blue eyes dart towards Sam after a moment, warming Sam’s neck with a self-conscious flush. Despite sharing a school with Kara Danvers, they aren’t close, or even friendly. They’ve always orbited different circles, and suddenly Sam feels exposed in knowing her secrets are spreading.

When Kara nods and pulls out her cell phone, Lena returns to Sam.

"We'd like you to come home with us," Lena tells her. "Kara's calling her mother now to make sure it's okay."

"Oh, no," Sam stammers, "I couldn't possibly..."

"Sam," Lena says solemnly. "No mother should have to go through this ordeal alone. Please, allow us the honor of helping you."

Kara joins them then, ending her call with a tap. "We're good to go. Hey, Sam. I hear we're having a sleepover?"

Still, Sam hesitates-- until Lena squeezes both her hands, and looks deep in her eyes. 

"Please, Sam."

A nod bobs her head, almost of its own volition. She chokes back a sob, and cracks a tremulous smile. 

"Okay."

Continued: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Appendix A

[inkykeiji]

hi bestie!!!! idk if tumblr has sniping my asks but if they have that is very bestie-phobic >:( its okay tho i don’t remember what i said but it probably wasnt anything important tbh anywayyyy that tomura birthday piece...why do you insist on hurting us on his bday i am in so much PAIN rn i have never felt any sense of love or care towards this man but when you write him...good GOD i just wanna hold him cradle him in my arms and love him forever sigh anyway how r u ms. clarithella!!! i am doing okay school is a lot of work but that’s fine also my gf called me princess to make fun of me but i didn’t know how to tell her that that is top three pet names for me i was so EMBARRASSED she said it and i just went silent and then she started laughing at me i’m in so much pain fhjvsgjh anyway have a good day bestie ily!!! - bestie anon :D

HI BESTIE <333

aaaah i dunno!!!!! pinky promise i’ve been answering every one of your asks i receive, so :(( grrrrrrr stupid tumblr ヽ( `д´*)ノ i’m sorry bestie bb :(

AAAAH I’M SORRY D; i just seem,, to write angst for birthdays i dunno maybe it’s because i hate my own so much??? idk BUT aw thank you so much 🥺 he rly needs some love n cuddles hehehe <33

CLARITHELLA IS MY FAVOURITE NICKNAME U HAVE GIVEN ME THUS FAR oh my GOD that’s so cute!!!!! i’m okay!! rly tired lately hehehe and also a little anxious for absolutely no reason at all, so ._. hopefully that goes away soon ahaha

LMFAO AWWWWWW STOP THAT’S SO ADORABLE I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHH aw aw aw 🥺🥺🥺 hehehehe i really love the pet name princess too <33 thank you bb i hope you’ve been having a good monday so far!!! ily!!

[bowieandqueen11]

Hi! Can you do a ship for me? I'm 5'4, curvy, olive skin, with short brown curly hair and blue eyes. I'm really awkward and sarcastic, super stubborn, emotional, and super nerdy. I'm an artist but im also interested in true crime and social justice. I'm just kinda short, weird, and angry, basically.

Heya @space-may love I hope you’re having a wonderful week!

I ship you with: Roger Taylor!

Roger shifts his thighs against the cushion, it’s red velvet beginning to tickle slightly against his shorts as his legs lay splayed out beside your own, rubbing gently against them. He gazes at you, your small frame and curvy olive skin shining in the dim living room lights like the glow of a thousand fluttering fairies as you hold his hand, his heart swelling over as you literally glow against the cream walls. You gently grip the side of his knuckle, the nail polish gliding over his nails in a bright vibrant red as he smirks slightly, still unbelieving that you had managed to convince him to do this. He tears his gaze away from your sparkling blue eyes that swirl in his vision likethe soft azure surface of the southern sea to look down at his hands, his fingers tingling slightly at the intimate touch as your warm breath blows over the polish, sending shivers up and down his spine. He uses his other hand to tuck a stray curl of your brown hair behind the tip of your ear, the red nails tapping lightly against your flushed skin and as you make eye contact, you both blow into loud peals of laughter before Roger lunges forward, his legs wrapping tightly around your waist as he pulls you into his embrace and you both fall in a soft puddle to the floor.

He would find your awkward and sarcastic, but stubborn nature so adorable and endearing. He would love dragging you out to a local ice cream parlour he used to go to all the time in his childhood, you two meeting the boys there and sliding into small maroon booths, shoulders squished up against each other familiarly as Brian and Freddie smile at you from across the white plastic table attached to the wall, a slight blush rising up your face as you gaze down at your hands. Roger, knowing that it takes you a bit of time to grow comfortable, would slide his hand slowly across the table, his thumb bumping against your hand as it wraps slowly around your fingers, tugging them lightly as he places your intertwined hand on his lap. He strokes your palm tenderly, his eyes bright and joyful as he sees you relax as the afternoon goes on, snarking with John, joyful giggles leaving both your mouths as he watches you, a gentle smile on his face. A whole hearted laugh escapes his throat as you disagree with Freddie over ‘I’m In Love With My Car’, the whole table erupting in laughter at your antics as you thump him gently on the nose with your spoon, Freddie reaching up with a toothy grin to swipe the melting chocolate drops that run down his nose and place it in his mouth.

He would absolutely love your nerdy nature, finding it so endearing. He would constantly spend his breaks from the studio out with Brian,a dopey and blushing look on his face as he sits at the library, various books and dvds littering the table that sit at as Brian quizzes him on your favourite books and tv shows, Roger growing more and more animated and jumping on his chair, constantly hitting his knee against the table with each question he gets right. He would love your true crime obsession, so overjoyed to see you love something so much, which would just make his heart swell. He would lie in bed with you during cold nights, the last dying rays of the unforgiving sun falling through the Venetian blinds as he cuddles into your neck, laughing against your skin as his arm sticks flush against your waist, looking up at you like an excited puppy as the tv blares at the end of the bed. He would snuggle down, his cold bare feet wrapping around your warm ones under the lumpy mattress as he closes his eyes, your heartbeat lulling him once again into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of you as his hand fists into your pyjama top.

He would be so proud of your artistic skills. During days out at the park, the bubbling brook nearby filling the air with magical bubbling symphonies as Roger ties daisies together in a neat little chain, a grin tugging at his lips as he gazes up at you sketching on your notepad, he would strike a pose, yelling at you with childish giggles to draw him as he watches you glow like a goddess in the afternoon heat.

[lolabunnz-4-blog]

First Born Loss

I heard that writing about what I’m feeling will help so here it goes....

Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a mom. May sound stupid to some but that’s what I want(ed) I have a very close relationship to my own mother and I always wanted to have that relationship with my own child(ren). 

I met my husband at 18 and have been together for 9 years now (married for 5 years). We did in the words of my MIL “everything right”. Dated for a while, moved in together, moved away together, got married. Kids should be next on the list right? Well in August 2018 we got pregnant and something was wrong with that baby so it ended in a 10 week miscarriage, we grieved but knew that we wanted to continue our journey. In December of 2018 we got pregnant again, the pregnancy was A M A Z I N G; no morning sickness, no soreness, had a bit of swelling that started concerning me but was told it was “normal” and “nothing to worry about”. 

Overall I will say that I had a perfect pregnancy. 

Being a first time mom I was worried about everything.

If my steaks/burgers were cooked fully, how much caffeine I was drinking and making sure that it was under 200 mg, watching my salt intake, making sure the sushi I ate was cooked and never raw, everything I put into my body or considered putting into my body I triple checked to make sure I wasn’t going to cause harm. Towards the end of my second trimester I went on vacation to Mexico with my in laws, I was worried x 3 the entire time although my doctor said I would be fine. I drank regular coffee while I was there and felt SO guilty about it, that I was worried that I harmed my daughter in some way but she was still the happy and active baby that I grew to love immensely. 

We had a baby shower/gender reveal while we were in our hometown. The amount of love I felt that day was amazing, we got so many gift cards, clothes, diapers everyone was anticipating the arrival of our daughter. We decided to name her Stella Ann. After our moms. 

When we got back home everything went back to normal husband went back to work, nesting kicked in full force, we started setting up for our baby girl.

My swelling started to worry me, I couldn’t feel my knees because my legs were so swollen. Everyone was telling me it was normal, elevate my feet, drink water, watch out for your salt. So I did. 

Went in for a routine doctors appointment at  35 weeks and 5 days, blood pressure was slightly elevated at 140/80 when it was normally 120s/80s. Doctor ordered labs and a 24 hr urine test to be turned in the next day, which I did anything my doctor asked me to do I did. I was growing a life inside of me that was (is) so precious to me and I didn’t want to do anything to hurt her. 

I really regret not asking to see my Stella in an ultrasound that day, I keep thinking that if maybe I had asked for it, we could of saved her. Even if the ultrasound showed nothing alarming and what ended up happening still happened I would be able to sleep a little better at night. 

The next day I got intense cramps, I thought they were braxton hicks so I thought nothing of them until they wouldn’t go away. *rewind a little* I got these little pains before but they would go away when I got into a warm bath. Called husband who was working 30 mins away to tell him what was happening. 

so I get into a bath hoping they would go away but still pain, I called my doctor’s office and his nurse told me, he wasn’t in the office because he was in surgery and asked if I could wait until he was done, which I said “Yes, I think so” 

The pains still weren’t going away and I felt the intense urge to push, I sat down on the toilet and blood came out, frantic I called the nurse and told her what was happening, she said I needed to get to the hospital ASAP, called husband and he came home as soon as he could. 

Once in the hospital the nurses checked and said our daughter’s heart rate was slow and we needed to get her out fast. Everything gets dark and I wake up, to be told my daughter that I so very much wanted, loved, protected, preyed for was dead. 

27 years old and my first born child was dead at 33 weeks. 

They let us spend 3 days with her, parenting her but we left without our daughter in our arms. 

It wasn’t until the day after she died that I learned what happened to her. I had severe preeclampsia that was yet to be diagnosed, the tests that my doctor ordered was to see if I was developing pre-e. The results came too late.

He had no idea it was going to progress that fast. From the bottom of my heart I believe that he and his team did everything they could to save Stella. 

It’s been two months since that day, I grapple between anger, sadness, gratefulness that we were pregnant, hopefulness we will bring a living child home, envy of moms that were able to bring their children home, envy of pregnant women, fear that this will happen again. 

Yesterday was our anniversary and while I was happy that my husband is still here by my side and we are going to grow old together, I am sad. I am sad that our children are not here to enjoy this with us. I am sad that I haven’t been able to give him children yet. I am sad that I keep thinking that he deserves better than me and better than what has become his life. I am sad that our home is quiet. I am sad that my life has now become one huge question mark. 

I turn 28 in a week and have never been sadder. I want my daughter. 

I keep hoping that this was all a nightmare and I will wake up from the emergency surgery with my live daughter in my arms. I know that it wasn’t a dream though this is my life now and nothing I can do will change that. 

Here’s to hoping that we can bring a living child home. 

We love you and miss you Stella Ann