#made me tear up a bit when i received this ngl

[stellar-collective]

Just sending anon love because I'm a bit shy. /silly

I love your art and I love how you do expressions. It's always a treat to see them when I do.

Please continue as long as you want to. I look forward to it. /gen

I honestly feel inspired to share my own creations whenever I see people like you enjoying what you do. It's contagious and I want you to know that.

i got this message a little while ago and i’ve been hanging onto it bc it made me smile every time i opened my inbox :] truly the artist’s dream to hear something like this!!!!! the sweetest thing EVER thank you so so so so much

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. reposted from wp!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, ryuunosuke tanaka, osamu miya, yu nishinoya, hajime iwaizumi

female implied reader but no specified pronouns were used so could be gn too

➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ok the idea of kids for oikawa is just >>

⌗ LOVES YOU SM && IS THE SWEETEST TO YOUR KID && SO UNDERSTANDING LIKE PLEASEEEE HXJDKDKD

⌗ your kid likes him more because he shares his milkbread with them && spoils them completely with gifts🧍‍♀️

⌗ "y/n-channn it's not my fault they like me more than their own mother😝"

⌗ loves you equally as much as your child && would do anything to keep you both happy; if he finds the father eeeek sorry for that unfortunate soul who bouta receive the wrath of oikawa LMAOOOO

⌗ you asked oikawa to watch your kid for the day while you went for a job interview && he ended up showing them the entire star wars franchise🧍‍♀️ when you came home they were all like "hello there"

⌗ also annoys you 24/7 abt having more kids cuz he wants yours to have a buddy😭 but also cuz he-

⌗ "y/n-chan pLEASE WE JUST NEED FIVE MORE FOR A TEAM🥺"

⌗ "I SAID NO >:("

➫    𝓣𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔   𝓡𝗬𝗨𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗  at first- you didn't tell ryu about your kid cuz you were afraid he wouldn't wanna see you anymore, but ofc he found out-

⌗ he wasn't mad or anything, he was just awestruck && uH- tearing up a bit cuz your baby is just so cute🙈

⌗ "can i hold them🥺"

⌗ dhdjksk he's so gentle with you && your kid, always making sure to treat you both so sweetly with extra love && care ❤️

⌗ tanaka can't cook unfortunately- but he makes up for it by playing all the time with your kid && taking them out to the park && stuff, yk?

⌗ definitely picnics together awww

⌗ talks about his volleyball adventures with you guys && how they took down a bunch of "shitty boys"

⌗ you yelled at him for that one when your kid started saying "shwitty boys" LMAOOO

⌗ y'all would totally be a badass family ngl, i can see y'all walkin into the mall w shades n sum kinna dorky matching shirts w the baby in the stroller, shades on n a bottle in one hand LMAOAOAO

➫    𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔   𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ngl 'samu was awkward at first with the idea of kids, so warming up took a bit eeek

⌗ but once he did- my gosh was he so sexy to watch; like girl watching him put the baby to sleep with a story made your heart soar && the way he speaks so softly >>>>

⌗ HE COOKS, LOTSA ONIGIRI

⌗ not that you mind, but damn he makes loads of diff kinds of dishes that are sooo immaculate

⌗  'tsumu comes over every now && then to visit && he's all like 🥺🥺

⌗ "OH! y/n-chan, seems like they like me more than 'samu HAHHAHAHAHA"

⌗ you just laugh at their back to back banters about who was better && the baby just giggles, clapping their hands together which just makes the boys melt ahhh

⌗ "stupid 'tsumu.. y/n, yer seriously not going for that piss head, right?" idk i feel like he'd ask at you at some point if he's feeling a little down

⌗ "why would i when his brother is all i need && what our sweet little one needs as well?" eeek he felt so touched xhsjskks he could almost cry but he didn't ofc👨‍🦽

➫    𝓝𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗬𝗔   𝓨𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ CHAOS.

⌗ okay when nishinoya saw that you had a kid he was like a kid on christmas day; he was so damn excited he nearly tore down the entire house LMAOOO

⌗ ngl he gives your kid more attention than you sometimes🧍‍♀️there's either two reactions you can have here: either you're giggling at how adorable that is or you're jealous asl LMAOOOO

⌗ good luck in the bedroom later noya🤠

⌗ ANYWAY- although he's always playing with your kid, he always offers for you to join && together you all play cute little games or with toys, depending on their preference && stuff like that yk

⌗ cannot cook && do not allow this man ANYWHERE near the kitchen OR your baby- cuz girl one day you left nishinoya w your kid while you shopped for groceries && you came home to an italian dinner gone wrong😐😐

⌗ "y/n-cHaN pLEaSe- WE WERE JUST MAKING YOU A LOVELY DINNER DON'T TAKE THE POPSICLES AWAAAAYY!!1!1!"

⌗ "if you didn't eat the last oreo, then i woulda been more forgiving, now hurry up so i can make something edible🙄"

⌗ that entire night both noya n your kid follow you around like lost puppies on sum 🥺🥺

➫    𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜   𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ NGL IWA'S THE REAL MOM HERE LMAOOO ITS YOUR KID BUT HE'S BETTER AT THE MOTHER ROLE

⌗ you had reason to believe this had to do with his previous affiliations with volleyball🚴‍♀️

⌗ always takes care of both of you, cooks, cleans && just shdjsks he literally does everything to make you feel as if you're both on cloud nine

⌗ oikawa invites himself over a lot to your house to play with the kid eeeek iwa gets annoyed sometimes, but he appreciates the company && your kid's always like "papa, isn't he from tv?? the volleyball player who kicked your team's butt!"

⌗ iwa glares at oikawa cuz he knows he prolly said sumn && oiks jus smirks before giving your kid the sweetest smile && the teary eyes LMAOOOOO

⌗ you laugh at this && just to annoy hajime you allow tooru to join you all for dinner && he goes on abt how iwa used to be as a child && teen, stuff like thatt

⌗ lowkey your boyfie gets embarrassed LMAOO YOU'D CERTAINLY GET IT TONIGHT

⌗ "haj but his stories about you both were so cuteee, please let him come over more! he can even babysit too while you and i do something special.. y'know🥺👉👈"

⌗ "ughhh, fine. but you owe me a lot i hope you know! especially if he gets to hangout with them all day," he's very much attached to your kid && it shows dhjsksksks

notes. single mom headcanons was cool and all.. but single dad hcs sound kinda nice too🤭 maybe after exams..

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[xoxoxoz]

hiii how are you? :) i hope you’re doing welll ! ngl but im missing your updates a lot :( hope to hear from u again !

— jeemin anon :D

Omgggg hi Jeemin anon😭🫶🏼

I’m so sorry, I was stacked with studies the past week because of my exams.

Here’s a draft I kept. Just for you🩷🩷

Bang Jeemin x F!Reader

📝: Jeemin broke up with you the night before prom after a terrible argument, and your new prom date stood you up. You deemed it was the worst moment of your life, but Jeemin decided to return in order to fix what she started.

⚠️: lovers to strangers to lovers, a bit angsty, happy ending

You looked up from your cup for the nth time and looked at the opened gymnasium doors with hope, thinking Sunghoon would be come running in.

Yet it wasn’t.

Your heart grew heavier by the minute and your friends came to check on you again after spending a few minutes with their own prom dates. Moka held Chanelle’s hand while she rubbed your shoulder.

“Y/n, he’s not coming” Moka whispered.

You fiddled with the empty red cup in your hands and sighed knowing that she was right.

“He wasn’t worth it anyways. You look like an absolute 10 tonight” Chanelle commented to cheer you up but all you could give was a half smile.

“I knew he’d bail. He’s a dickhead” Yunah scowled which earned her a nudge from Jiwoo.

“Watch your language, Noh Yunah”

“But I’m serious! I’ve warned him to not hurt Y/n and he did anyways. I’m giving him a piece of my mind later”

You turned around to face them, tears already streaming down your face. “I’ll be okay…”

“I’m sorry about Jeemin, Y/n…” Jiwoo sighed.

The name alone gave you terrible flashbacks from the previous night when Jeemin decided to end the relationship after a disagreement she had with you. She had opened up that she received a scholarship to leave Seoul and pursue her Uni studies in Australia but you weren’t willing to accept a long distant relationship. Jeemin even insisted on having you move with her but leaving your hometown just like that didn’t seem so easy.

That’s when Sunghoon decided to step in as your prom date but he didn’t even pick you up, let alone arrive at the event. It felt like your world was falling apart.

“This night couldn’t get any worse, could it?” You sniffled and accepted the tissue Jiwoo prepared.

Moka looked up and her eyes suddenly widened, shaking Chanelle’s hand to gain her attention on the same thing. “No way..”

Yunah looked too and a smile slowly crept up her lips.

You finished wiping you tears, in hopes that it didn’t totally ruin your makeup. But then a heart warming voice filled your ears.

“You look so beautiful, Princess”

You spun around so fast, it almost gave you whiplash. Jeemin stood in front of you, wearing a black dress that matched your white one and her smile made your ears turn red. “Jeemin?”

Jiwoo signalled for the others to leave with her, allowing you to have some privacy with the taller girl.

“What are you doing here?” You asked in a tone of anger. “Aren’t you supposed to be catching your flight to Australia or something?”

Jeemin looked down with shame. “I cancelled it.”

“What?”

Her eyes returned to you. “Look, I know you’re still mad at me and you have every right to. That night we argued, I thought you’d be happier for me that I even received that scholarship because I’ve told you about my dream so many times. Then once I got home, I realised how stupid I was for focusing so much on my own happiness that I forgot to prioritise our relationship first”

You crossed your arms and looked away but Jeemin was quick to grab your chin and face her again. “Please look at me, pretty girl. I’m so sorry for fighting. I should’ve thought about your feelings first, and I promise I won’t let this happen again in the future. Give me that chance to love you properly and keep you as mine”

Jeemin’s hand moved from your chin to your cheek and you immediately leaned into her warm touch as more of your tears began to fall.

“Don’t cry please, Y/n”

“No I should be sorry, Jee. You’ve been dreaming of this for so long, why should I stop you from achieving it? I was just so worried about what would happen to us and I keep predicting the worst” you cried into her arms.

Jeemin held you close and stroked your hair like she usually did to comfort you. “If dropping this scholarship means being with you forever, then so be it. My happiness is always with you and I wouldn’t have it any other way”

“No Jeemin, I have a better idea” you said and looked up at her. “Take the scholarship and I’ll go with you”

“Y/n you don’t have to do that”

“No I mean it. It’ll be a big step for me to make the sudden decision but as long as I’m by your side, I know everything will work out in the end”

The taller suddenly captured your lips, her hands resting on your sides lovingly. You were quick to accept her kiss and it felt like forever since you last tasted them but you were happy to know that your night got better.

You got your girl back and you weren’t going to let her slip away.

Jeemin pulled away and rested her forehead against yours. “Be mine again, Y/n. We’ll be okay this time, I swear it”

“You’re the only person I want Bang Jeemin. My future pharmacist” You giggled as you touched noses.

“And you’re my one and only…future nurse” She replied sweetly.

“Wait but how about your flight? Won’t you miss it?”

Jeemin shook her head. “I’ll email them and ask if we can fly over next week instead. I have my ways, baby”

You allowed her to rest her chin in your head. “Alright I trust you. My night was going crappy”

“Oh I know. The moment I cancelled my flight, I drove to your house to talk but Yunah called me to say that some dude stood you up at the prom so I got dresssed and came here as soon as I could”

“Thanks for saving me—“

“Yo you’re just gonna steal my date like that?” Sunghoon appeared, grabbing your waist to pull you into his arms.

“Get your hands off my girlfriend”

“Yeah right. She wouldn’t have accepted my promposal if you were”

Jeemin clenched her fists. “You stood her up anyways, dickhead. You may have been her prom date, but she’s been my girl for 4 years, so back off”

“Tsk, let’s get away from this chick, Y/n” Sunghoon scoffed.

You surprised him with a hard punch to the jaw, making him fall on his ass. You dusted off your dress before returning into Jeemin’s arms. “There’s a lot of things wrong with you Sunghoon. Go fix it before trying to woo another girl. You messed with the wrong one”

“That’s my girl” Jeemin smirked and kissed your temple. “Let’s enjoy our night, Princess”

“Gladly”

As you and Jeemin walked away, Sunghoon was still processing the punch as he touched his bleeding lip. Yunah, Jiwoo, Chanelle, and Moka reappeared around him like a cage, staring him down like a prey.

Sunghoon looked around cautiously, fear evident in his eyes. “U-Uh…”

“While our little Y/n-ie goes to enjoy her night, we’re gonna give you a lesson for ruining it in the first place” Moka chuckled sarcastically and cracked her knuckles.

“You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her, Sunghoon” Yunah growled, scaring the boy even more.

“W-Wait a second”

They in fact did not wait a second.

And spent the remainder of the night beating his ass.

[tubborucho]

Number 17 for the frubbo thing? :D

17.

Guns and Roses – ally on a poppy field

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“No!”

A horrified scream deafened the facility. Or maybe people there were already deaf – no hearing pleads and cries and kindness, aren’t people supposed to be kind? That’s what Tubbo told him.

“No! What did you do to him?!”

He turns around to look at The Census Bureau in front of him, who’s face is as perfectly neutral and emotionless as always. There was time when Fred admired that about them. But now this lack of humanity is nothing but disgusting.

“Resident 0025 was proven to be difficult. He received his punishment”, the voice is neutral too if not a bit sadistically smug. The Census Bureau looks behind him at the ice chambers, and Fred is too aware of them as well.

His heart is squeezed into a juice of pain, and Fred can feel tears forming in his eyes – it’s not the first time he is crying, but first time he shows this level of humanity in front of Federation higher ups. He will be punished later. He doesn’t care.

“Please”, the plea escapes their mouth before he can even think of it. “Please. Freeze me to. I deserve the punishment. Please”.

The Census Bureau laughs.

“No”, they answer, and Fred thinks he dies here and now. “Your memories will be wiped, as a valuable worker, and we will make sure this never happens again”.

Fred feels how somebody – probably guards – grab him and tug him to the Memory Facility. The Census Bureau smiles. Fred holds back a grim smile as well. Working in the Memory Facility for a long time means he knows the ways around full memory clearance.

He will may not be remember Tubbo, but he can remember feelings. And he will be there. A worker with a wiped life, when Tubbo is out of the ice as well.

He can wait.

He will wait.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

ngl @cindersnows made me go svelehekldjdjddldk with their au of tubbo m and fred knowing each other before tubbo was frozen. so here.

[reanbowful]

“not prince charming”

if you married someone else

I saw a tiktok about this type of prompt and it reminded me of Taylor’s songs (any swifties here?) AND I WANNA MAKE U GUYS CRY WITH ME AHAHAHA

*I highly suggest reading this slowly and queuing the songs for each characters because it’s soo fitting

(gray, ben, alex, gerard, jake, donald, wolf)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

coney island - taylor swift, the national

You and Gray’s relationship were never really rough. Or particularly filled with fights.

In fact, you guys barely ever fought. Never actually.

Which was why everyone was in complete shock when you two broke up.

Gray never told anyone the reason of your break up. Well, it’s quite hard to do so without invading the other person’s privacy so he kept it to himself.

It was a mutual breakup. You guys fell out of love with each other and meeting up to date began to feel like a chore than actual love.

The breakup went well and smoothly. And you and Gray moved on with your life well after that.

When he received the invite, he thought he was going to be fine.

Sure you popped up in his mind once in a while whenever a picture perfect scenario reminded him of you in his day to day life. But it wasn’t like he was still in love with you.

He just.. sort of misses having you.

Seeing him in the mirror with a suit gives him off putting feelings, so he didn’t check his appearance for long before heading straight to the venue.

When the door opened, and you walked in. Your bright, beautiful smile. And the white ballgown you’ve always talked about when you were still his.

Gray felt his eyes began to sting, tears threatening to fall.

You were not his bride at that moment. He wondered if things had been different would he be standing at the altar instead right now?

Nonetheless, he clapped his hands, watching you and the person you chose place the wedding bands on each other’s fingers.

You deserve to be happy. Even if it’s not with him.

ben park / park humin

the 1 - taylor swift

High school sweethearts. You and Ben.

You did everything together. He has all of your firsts, as so do you.

You were also each other’s first boyfriend/girlfriend.

All throughout high school and university, even with the distance between you guys, you kept strong.

Everyone thought you were going to end up marrying each other.

But everyone only saw the good part.

You guys never told anyone about the break up. It was a messy, tearful, and toxic situation. Not even Alex knows.

It’s been a year since.

And now you’re here.

Ben gulped nervously looking at his figure in the mirror.

“Hi, y/n. Congratulations. No.. Y/N! Hey! Congratulations! Is it too friendly..?”

He’s been practicing for 30 minutes now to get his smile just right. For you. And in a way, for him as well.

Perhaps with this, he can finally make peace with the situation.

All thought left his body when he saw you walk down the aisle, though. The way your bright smile lit up the room as you giggled, watching your groom from across the room.

He smiled, you look so excited to be married. To have finally found someone you want to spend the rest of your life with.

Without even noticing, a stray tear left his eye.

After the ceremony, Ben left to sit by the bar. He planned to leave, but then remembered his goal of congratulating you himself.

“Ben! You made it!”

Ben turned, you look radiant as always.

“Hey! Yeah, of course I would. Couldn’t have miss it if I want to.”

You smiled knowingly.

“I’m glad you’re here. Really.”

Ben nodded, “I’m very happy for you.”

Before you could continue saying anything, someone called you for the first dance.

“Oh! I gotta go, I’ll see you later!”

Feeling a bit urgent, Ben grabbed onto your hand.

“Wait, y/n!”

“Congratulations.”

Well, that was perfectly just right.

alex go / go hyuntak

maroon - taylor swift

Ngl, I feel like Alex would have an entire breakdown when he received the invitation.

Your relationship with Alex was the definition of toxic.

Your situation was similar to Gray’s. But with more.. screaming and fighting involved.

In any case, it was a more difficult situation.

Don’t get me wrong, Alex loves you. He loves you so much. He feels so lucky to be able to have you. But sometimes he just can’t help but feel like he’s not good enough, you know.

For context, you were a premed student. And he didn’t go to college.

Being a med student, you were bound to be so busy. And Alex supported you with everything he’s got.

He stayed up late to accompany you, brought you food, and was just overall a supportive boyfriend.

But college doesn’t get easier, does it?

When you were stationed at a small hospital outside of Yeongdeungpo, communications got less and less frequent. So does the time that you get to see him.

When you guys do meet each other, you will either be too tired or would only talk about stuffs that happened during your shifts.

It was at these times that you guys would begin to argue. Small arguments at first, then it would just escalate into full blown screaming at each other.

By the three months mark, you told him.

“I don’t love you anymore, Alex. Let’s just stop.”

I feel like what really crushed him from the invite was that, you kept being happy. You moved on and continued being happy, he’s just no longer a part of your happiness.

And he would wonder. Whether it was all his fault. Did he drove you away? But he had only wanted to fix the situation. Or was it inevitable in the first place.

These thoughts would run through his mind in a daze as he drove towards your wedding venue.

A certain anger bubbled inside him when he saw your groom. A doctor. Just like you.

He would never be good enough for you. If that’s the kind of guy you chose, then he really had no chance, did he?

(I feel like this situation could really happen to Alex where his ‘insecurities’ ruined the relationship between him and his partner)

gerard jin / jin gayool

back to december - taylor swift

Honestly, Gerard would be the most civil person here.

He’s quite mature, so I feel like he would accept that some situations happens just because it’s meant or not meant to be.

And if your 6 years of relationship ended with you marrying another person within a year, then I feel like he would be the one person who could genuinely accept it without much drama.

If you ask, he would even gladly sing at your wedding.

Tbh, you would be the one nervous about inviting Gerard.

But anyways.

When he received the invitation, Gerard would immediately call you to congratulate you himself.

“Y/N! I received the invitation, thank you for inviting me. I’m really happy for you and your husband.”

“…you’re not mad?”

“Uh.. why would I be?”

When he arrived at the venue, he would be the absolute sweetest too. He would bring you a thoughtful wedding gift and volunteered to stay and help you with cleaning afterwards.

He just wants to, you see. Gerard still think of you as one of the most important people in his life.

So, he definitely still loves you.

Just no longer in a romantic sense.

jake ji / ji hakho

the moment I knew - taylor swift

Jake is the guy who lost the girl because he never confessed. And then it’s too late.

It was really the ‘what could’ve been’ scenario came to life.

Those who know about his situation would be heartbroken along with him honestly.

Like Eunchan and Timothy are both literally bawling their eyes out, making sure once again if Jake really doesn’t want to confess.

Because they will risk it all for him to do it.

“It’s okay. I’m just happy for them.”

As they walk in to the reception hall, Jake begin to regulate his breathing to prevent him from crying just being in the room.

Dean, noticing this, pats his back to try and console him a little.

“You idiot. Why don’t you just let us do this for you? You’ll never have your peace like this, you know.”

“I can’t. I just love them too much for that, Dean. It’s better like this.”

He doesn’t want you to bear the burden with him. Of what could’ve been.

When the bells starts ringing, and everyone rise from their seats. Jake gulped nervously.

The doors opened, and there you are.

The most beautiful bride he has ever seen. You eyed your families and friends. A sheepish smile when you meet eyes with the groom.

Can’t contain it anymore, tears started free falling from his eyes. Oh how you were so perfect.

Inhaling shaky breaths, Jake tries his hardest to keep his smile.

This is for you. As have everything he’s sacrificed. This shall also be one of the many.

donald na / na baekjin

getaway car - taylor swift

No matter how nice of he is to you. I feel like it would be hard for any parents to feel okay handing over their kid to a guy like Donald.

(I mean.. I would be fucking worried for my child too)

So, you and Donald’s relationship was not approved by your parents.

In a sense you understand. Donald deals with dangerous people, and might not exactly be the best person to settle down with.

Your parents are people from the high society. They have been since the old generations. You’re a bit of an old money let’s say. Your family is no longer as glorious at they are back in the day, but your name is still prestigious.

And they want to keep that prestige for as long as they can uphold.

For you to marry someone like Donald would be a huge blow on their family name.

So they did everything they could to break the two of you apart.

Donald fought with everything he’s got, no matter what happened to him. He stuck with you through all times.

Even as they strip him off of his tiny empire, Donald kept his head up.

He was strong. But you don’t know how much longer you can see him get ruined just for staying close with you.

“Donald.”

“We have to leave. I bought tickets to get out of here. We’ll stay in Busan for a while, and I-I’ll borrow some money-“

“Donald..”

“We can get married there, I’ll register our-“

“Baby, please.. This isn’t going to work. They’re not going to stop, and I can’t watch you get ruined because of me.”

Your eyes were filled with glassy tears when Donald came over to hug you tight.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that this all happened..”

You sobbed into his shirt. How are you supposed tell him?

“Donald. My parents called today.”

He tensed, but didn’t say anything.

“They said they found a good man. They told me that if I.. if I do it, if I signed the registration then everything will stop. You will also get all of your assets back.”

Donald let you go, and you feel so defeated you want to vomit.

“Please tell me you didn’t. God.. Y/N, tell me you didn’t-“

“Why…?”

All you could do was shake your head. You’re just so so tired of everything.

When the day of the wedding comes, a spark of blonde was seen from the very end seat of the church seat.

No one dare to speak to him. Nor did anyone dare to escort him out of the place.

(he has the getaway car ready. author dislike sad endings)

wolf keum / keum seongje

death by a thousand cuts - taylor swift

Wolf wanted to punch someone when the envelope came.

You decided to go with the teddy bear theme Wolf was so insistent not to do back when.. well, when you guys were still together.

The reason you guys broke up was not because of toxicity or constant fighting. It was due to his immaturity.

You were studying for two years in Europe to get your masters degree. And Wolf was proud of you. You really wanted to get into the program and you succeeded and he was very proud of you.

What he failed to think about back then was just how much the time difference would affect your time together.

You two settled on a designated time to call each other every single day. 8pm for you, and 4am for him. Because that’s the only time you have any ounce of free time. (I’ve gotta say, Wolf really put in a lott of effort for you)

So anyways. There was this one time when your friends invited you over to a party, and you agreed. You did let Wolf know through text already.

BUT. Because your calls were always at 4am. He set his alarm on that time and would go to bed quite early to catch some sleep for school the next day. So, you guessed it. He was still asleep.

And boy when he saw those texts. He was not happy.

He sent you multiple missed calls and what felt like a thousand texts for you not to go and reply to him. But oh well, you’re passed out on your friend’s sofa. Who the hell even knows where your phone is. (spoiler alert: it’s broken beyond repair)

A lot of things happened since then.

He couldn’t be contacted. Nor did he contact you. In a sense, you thought he broke up with you. And Wolf officially fucked up.

So, now he’s sneaking around your waiting room. Ready to knock out anyone that dare interfere.

He saw some girls walking out, getting some drinks maybe. He didn’t hear them quite that clear. Hard to do when he’s looking at you ngl.

“Wolf?”

He jumped, turning to see your shocked face.

“Uh.. hey.”

He really doesn’t know what to say. What can he say?

“How have you been?”

I miss you. I don’t want to see you get married.

“Great. I’m doing quite well. How are you? You seem very happy, noona.”

You chuckled.

“Yeah.. things have been quite rough actually. But then I meet someone and I.. I’m getting married! Crazy, huh..”

I wanted it to be me. It should’ve been me.

“Well, noona. I just- I wanted to apologise-“

“Wolf. It’s okay. We were young and stupid, and it didn’t work out. It’s not your fault.”

It was my dream to marry you though.

Wolf wouldn’t cry seeing the woman he loved, still loves about to go and marry someone else in a few hours.

“I suppose you wouldn’t be crazy enough to leave right now, would you?”

You smiled at him sadly, shaking your head.

“Not even if I beg you and say sorry?”

You reached out to him, taking his hand into yours.

“I’m sorry, Wolf.”

“I love you, noona. I promise to marry you in my next life.”

[alisonfelixwrites]

hi i just wanted to say that i just read lucky penny on wattpad and i'm... trying to figure out how to say this. i'm not well. i'm kind of. fuck. words. struggle. ugh. i'm in a really dark spot in my life. and i stumbled across lucky penny, not knowing what to expect, it's the first thing i've ever read by you. and i just needed to tell you how much it means to me. the amount of times i couldn't fight off the cheek splitting grins, blushes, and giggles that story caused me to have is insane. the most from anything i've ever read. and in a time in my life where i don't wear a drop of makeup anymore because i know that most of my days i'll end up crying it off, smiling and laughing is... not common. i was overwhelmed with so much giddiness when reading it. tiny squeals and hiding under my blanket when overcome with all the joy i felt. and it's such a foreign feeling right now. i know people say things like that a lot - 'giggling and kicking my feet', 'screaming', etc. etc. and its probably lost its impact to think you've made people feel that way... but for me, it's so unusual. it's like a drug to me right now, that kind of joy. and i've never felt it as strongly.

i also didn't expect to find that the relationship penny was in is just like a previous one of mine, and the way you wrote it... only someone who's been through it could write it like you did. and so for that, you have my heartfelt empathy. it's so hard to describe that relationship, and sometimes it still is... to somehow put it into words. it's always seemed intangible when explaining it. but you put words to it. the way you've shown it through different points of view is beautiful and a real talent.

the story is lovely. and there's so much fun with it. the friendship dynamic added such a lovely layer to the story, and was so refreshing to have that comradery so present in the storyline. it makes me yearn for something similar. the sexual exploration. the dialogue. the silly goofy. the playfulness. all of it was just really beautiful and i can't remember the last time i've felt my heart beat out of my chest like that. i can't wait to re-read it again.

i just wanted to say thank you. i saw your notes on it as i continued to read and realized that you' wrote 'd written it during a tough period in your life. so it was an escape for you. it was therapeutic. and that's exactly what it is to me.

hi :'(((((( this HAS TO BE one of the sweetest messages i ever received omfg i don't even know what to say. i'm so glad i could make you smile for a little bit and that lucky penny was sooo positive for you! i actually wrote it in a very similar point in my life, when I was very sick and bedbound. i wrote 70 chapters in like 6 weeks lol, I was just writing non stop and they meant so much to me and did so much for me. it's crazy to me how they can do so much for others too. ngl I was thinking of lucky penny lately and reread some of it and sooo many things made me cringe and i seriously considered reworking it/ rewriting it to fit my current writing style more - but the story is so charming even with the mistakes i made when writing it. i wrote it so quickly and it all came so naturally that i didn't think twice of the stuff i wrote, so it feel so pure to me :)) i'm so sorry you went through such a horrifying relationship and lost so much of yourself in it. i promise it gets sooooo much better!!!!!! thank you for this, i wanna give you the biggest hug, literally omg you made me tear up MWAHHHH <3333

[a-kaash-me-outside]

TORIII!!! TORIIIII MY BUB!!!!!!! OH MY GOODNESS I'M SCREAMUING AJKFBJKSDB HOLY MOLY JSNFDJKSD!!!!!

i already took a break to calm myself down so that i can form a coherent reaction but now that i'm sat here on my laptop, i am once again hit by WAVES OF EMOTIONS!!!!! (*≧∀≦*)

first off!! when we knocked on tsumu's door and he was only wearing his hoodie and athletic shorts I FREAKIN GASPED BC!!!! WOW THAT'S FREAKIN GENIUS!!!! we met tsumu in that fit the first time AND LEMME TELL YOU that fit was the *reason* why i fell in love with tsumu in this fic!!! i can just imagine his toned thighs and and his abs and I AM LOSING MY MIND bc this fit MADE A COMEBACK AHGJKHSDJKGH I LOVE IT

then their convo?!?!?! tsumu saying that we're good n great, and he knows that he's been real shitty, he's aware that he's been an ass— i was reading that part with bated breath, hand on my chest, tears rimming my eyes!!! SO GOOD!!! i mean granted he didn't directly say "sorry" but i felt that in our first kiss (and quite frankly by how he fucked us senseless right after that sdhjfks) he was so gentle and patient and he wanted us to take the lead and then he just hit us with "but can i kiss you for a little longer first?" LEMME TELL YOU!!!! I FREAKIN DIED!!!! I THINK MY CHEST EXPLODED THAT TIME IDEK SDJKLDNSGJKS

and then the part that we've all been waiting for THE SMUT

I MEAN WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?!?!?!? how do i even describe all the emotions that i felt during that?!?!?!? can one even form a coherent response while tsumu is out there making us SEE STARS?!?!?!?! AHWFJSHJKSGBK

i'll be honest tho. i'm not really into m! receiving oral (in general) bc just reading abt it makes me physically gag and idk i hate that kind of sensation BUT for atsumu??? I. Will. Go. Through. It and the way we was so confident??? dayum, we was so HOT fr fr if reader decides to have a seminar or a crash course abt being hot and confident like that and even just abt sucking dick, i will be the first to sign up jsfhjksdh

and tsumu saying "and you’ll be so sore ya can’t get out of bed and walk to yer room" OH MY GOODNESS that is so filthy BUT IT IS SO HOT OH MY GOODNESS HNNNNGGGGG and his accent??? I WANT TO HEAR TSUMU TALK (and whisper) TO ME LIKE THAT EVERY NIGHT NGL SLJKGHSJG

and also!!!! i read in one of your asks that your fics are chubby coded, i couldn't believe it at first bc i haven't noticed it but then !!!! "you lean your weight into your wrists, he can feel it all on his sternum. the pressure is incredible, like he couldn’t take control if he wanted to right now." THIS MADE ME SO FREAKING HAPPY I'M UGLY SOBBING RN AJKSJKHS THIS LINE MADE ME FEEL SEEN AND LOVED (づ◡﹏◡)づ♡♡♡

i wouldn't elaborate any further bc this will just be me quoting your lines back to you and my ask is already getting out of hand. i know that i've already told you in my previous asks that this fic is so good but i just want to tell you again how GOOD your writing is!!!! i just LOVE how you write complex emotions, friendly banters, and just everything!!!! you are an amazing writer, tori ( ◡‿◡ )♡

okay one last scream

WOW HOLY MOLY THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS AN OUT OF THIS WORLD EXPERIENCE FR FR THANK YOU FOR FEEDING US A GOOD MEAL, TORI BUB!!!!! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

OMG OMG. BABE. THIS?!??!?!?! this ASK omg. i'm literally swooning bb swear to god. i can't. i was smiling and smirking the whole way through this shit. ALL of the things that you pointed out are things that i absolutely loved writing or hoped people would pick up on so i'm just AH thank you T-T

AND YEA YEA. i'm glad that you noticed and picked up on it. i really do write for chubby readers, just like? lowkey? not over the top and in your face or anything, just like! i am! so when i visualize the scenes, i put myself in that position. SO YEA. i'm glad you picked up on the little bits that i put in there and stuff. <3 and that it made u feel seen <3

i'm sososoos glad you loved it and let me just AH tell you that AH. this shit? made me <3 yes <3 thank you so much. <3 so happy. TT

[malinaa]

2022 WRITING REVIEW

tagged: @rosesau @ttimbradford <3

1. number of stories posted to ao3: 27 (±2 bc i updated 2 fics that i started last year) but i reached over 100 works on ao3!!!!!

2. word count posted for this year: 101,410 (technically More bc i wrote ofic but that is obviously not posted anywhere)

3. fandoms i wrote for: marvel (spider-man), dc (batman, superman), pjo, the atlas series, six of crows, the raven cycle/the dreamer trilogy, hp, and goncharov 😭

4. pairings: petermj, petergwen, percabeth, libbynico, kanej, bluesey, blue/adam, clois, gonchandrey

5. stories with the most

kudos: accidental heroism (the batman) 3,357 bookmarks: the jones-watson-parkers (spider-man) 844 but since that was posted last year it's technically accidental heroism again w 640 comment threads: yet again... the jones-watson-parkers with 133 but it is still accidental heroism with 47

6. work i'm most proud of (and why): ummmm idk actually the work im most proud of is my ofic theo and i cannot Show that to u anyway it's bc i have never rly fully revised smth like. overhauled it n all that bc i finally Understood theo's character and it was such a RUSH to work on her fr and ive produced some of my Best Writing To Date!!! for fic tho uh??!??!?!? im pretty proud of most fic ive written this year bc i have tried rly hard ok 😭 usually i can pinpoint a single fic but i think ive written consistently well ???

7. work i'm least proud of (and why): a home for two (spider-man) mostly because i did Not vibe writing it i was literally pulling teeth trying to finish it but ppl seem to like it idk

8. share of describe a favorite review you received: this comment from a fic i posted last year bc "this fic is so PRETTY, literally poem in prose form im weeping. there's such a... melancholic vibe to it. or perhaps nostalgic. just, wow." has stuck w me forEVER!! and genuinely any comment i have even received from ao3 user Fairy527...u will ALWAYS be famous 2 MEEE!!!!!!

9. a time when writing was really, really hard: uh not for fic but i was tearing my hair out writing theo partially because of the content and partially because it is quite literally Difficult to write what's perfect in your head and i haven't even written theo to my own standards ngl

10. a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: the entirety of final goodbye because. Well. who knew i would be writing goncharov fic actually who knew goncharov would even exist fr

11. a favorite excerpt of your writing: ok not to have an ego but there r a fair few bits

Here's the thing about loss: sometimes you grow up and around a person, fitting and stretching and expanding to add them to the patchwork of yourself, and when they leave, there's a scar between both bodies. One here, one gone. An open wound. It's surprising how much time you can spend with someone and still come out the other end empty-handed. (slip of reality | spider-man)

Touching her eclipses his image of Elysium. ANDDDD Annabeth faces her past self, a funhouse reflection of who she once was. Neglect and trauma have warped Young Annabeth into something smaller—into someone smaller. (the annabeth project | pjo)

The Ronan after was broken, a raven of a boy, all hollow-boned. Yearned for flight, yet trapped by a cage of his own making. (the living lynches | tdt)

The very fact of her breathing astounds him for some reason. There are working lungs, a network of veins, a beating, beautiful heart hidden inside her body. She is wonderfully, colossally alive. (a kiss without a kiss | trc)

12. how did you grow as a writer this year: oh i have learned to appreciate writing first person bc of theo <3 and writing a little longer things bc i am a serial 1-2k oneshotter and i have Exceeded that a bit

13. how do you hope to grow next year: perhaps i will Finally finish a multichapter fic jesus christ

14. who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc): seedemma <3 u made me worse as a person. also tangentially em's professor . why has that random man infiltrated my life i've never met him. anyway jack im also kithing u on the mouth btw

15. anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: none that i can point out at the top of my head ! well. except for theo 🧍🏻‍♀️ i gave her too many lysisms which is concerning considering everything wrong w her n her chronic patheticness

16. any new wisdom you can share with other writers: new wisdom??? god not rly but here is some OLD wisdom that i feel like other writers shld always listen to... read MORE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!! i swear u can taste the visceral difference btwn someone who writes and reads n someone who writes without reading n like ive read a fair few books this year and it has def seeped into my writing fr

17. any projects you're looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: working on the Novel™ n also attempting to finish all these wips i have left in the grave

18. tag some writers whose answers you'd like to read: ngl i forgot who writes fic im sorry so @bluepinstripes & @ogiroud (who won't see this until jan fr)

[eleanor-bradstreet]

Sometimes the stars just align. My heart was in need of some comfort this week and you posted this incredible story that helped mend it in so many ways 💙 Ben’s self doubt and frustration - it spoke to me. The hopeful, transformative power of love - it filled me with warm fuzzies. And peppered all throughout are your wonderful, characteristic little bits of humor and nods. 🥹 It was so much more than I imagined when you described the prompt, ngl. Every scene is vital, every emotion is so poignant. This has already made it onto my favorites list for your stories.

Omg just the opening. “A familial insurance policy…your whole existence can seem like a contingency plan.” So succinct and cuttingly true. Ouch 🥺

Baby Ben having his archery success so completely ignored 😭😭 “Perhaps next time, they will notice.” Ahhhhhhhhhhh!! He is already learning to quietly shoulder the oversights. To curl in on himself and accept that he’ll never be the center of attention. My babbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyy 😩😩😩😩😩😩

The debutante and mama’s commentary at the ball, how she can do better. Reminded me so much of Ben’s anxieties around the masquerade in AOFAG. He ONLY became a catch because the titled one was taken, and even then, no one knew his name. Always the Number Two. The Tall One. The consolation prize, as you so aptly put. 

Then you RIP my heart RIGHT THE FUCK OUT by describing Violet and Ben’s first ball since they lost Edmund 😭😭😭😭😭 This is a scenario of their grief I never pictured before. Only Ant and Ben would have been old enough to go out in society at that point, and the primary purpose would be to scout for the next Viscountess and try to inject a bit more stability into their family. But Anthony doesn’t go. 💔 Omg the VOLUMES this speaks for all these characters!! Anthony doesn’t go because he doesn’t want to be addressed as the Viscount or receive anyone’s condolences. He doesn’t want to be reminded of the pain he’s trying so desperately to avoid. He doesn’t want to find a match because he refuses to love. He is probably exhausted from seeing Violet’s grief too and just can’t bear it in public. So he goes to drown his sorrows. But where does that leave Violet? Bereft and dependent upon the one other child that could be considered something of an adult - Ben. His role as emotional laborer and support animal is kicked into high gear as he has to step up and try to heal the hearts Anthony is too crushed to acknowledge. “Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not” *screaming* You packed so much into a small scene here, it’s expertly done. “her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul.” 😭😭 I’M TOAST.

Then Miss Bradstreet, omg 🤣🤣🥹🥹🫶🫶 You are too sweet to pop her in here. I was cackling with glee! To think she made Benedict’s palms sweat… 😮‍💨 Then I got a bit peeved at her when she was so dismissive to Ben. But like…who could say no to Anthony either?!?!? I just want to shake her and scream “GO FOR THEM BOTH, GIRL! SWOON SO THEY BOTH HAVE TO PICK YOU UP AND CARRY YOU INTO THE SHADE! INSIST THAT YOU NEED ONE ON EACH ARM TO WALK YOU BACK TO SAFETY!!!” I feel like maybe she didn’t have her wits about her that day. Or she’s blind in one eye from some dreadful embroidery incident. That’s the only way she could pick one over the other rather than just hyperventilating at them both 🤪🤪

Then we get to Reader - a fatherless second daughter, how absolutely perfect so that she can understand where Ben is coming from. 🥹 The way you describe the love at first sight, the sensations and chemistry just tearing through both of them - its gorgeous. I was holding my breath, so so happy for them both 💙

“A tall, baby-faced young man” pppfffttttt 🤣🤣 I immediately knew who that was. Bravo.

The hand kiss….THE HAND KISS!!! NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE HAND KISS!!!! 😍😍

All of Benedict’s fantasies - the cottage life, the garden, and you loop back around to the archery!! FUCKING BEAUTIFUL FAYE!!! At last someone who will acknowledge his skill and join in the fun with him 🥹🥹🥹 Fourteen years he’s been waiting and now he has found The One. I’M EXPLODING INTO RAINBOWS OVER HERE 🌈🌈🌈

“and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.” Oh shit 🥵🥵 well, this is Faye’s fics after all 😉 hot damn

“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. -yep, that’s what it feels like 😅

“ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.” AAAHHHHH!!! Thank youuuuuu!!!!! 😁😁😁😂😂😂🫶🫶🫶

Guhhh, their conversation before the gallery. He still has these insecurities, so deeply ingrained he’ll probably never truly banish them. But he can dismiss them once they arise thanks to Reader’s reassurance. He has his own family now where he is the protector and provider - the one and only. First in everyone’s hearts 💙 And it’s so incredible and novel to him, he just gazes in wonder. I can’t….🥹🥹

“Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice.” The bow on top. The perfect conclusion. So beautiful. 👏👏👏💓💓💓

Everything you write bowls me over but this one gave me an extra knock around the block. You take short and sometimes vague prompts and weave so much magic with them - you are so talented. This is sweet but not treacly; it addresses real angsty feelings that are completely canon for the characters; it explores our favorite character in a nuanced and important way; and the happy ending is so satisfying. I needed this. I love this. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. 💙

Second Son

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: The second son is, for once, the first choice...

Warnings: none really... mild angst, family dynamics, love at first sight.

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: Request fill for anon here, about Benedict being the second choice for everything.... until his love turns up. Thanks for this request; I hope this is angsty enough for you anon. Im not sure about it tbh. Sorry that it's taken more than three months to get to it on my WIP list. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

Benedict Bridgerton was born into privilege and can have few complaints. Except perhaps that he is always second. The spare. The just-in-case option. Being a familial insurance policy lends one more freedom than the burden of being the titled first son, perhaps, but it also feels like your whole existence, in some respects, can seem like a contingency plan.

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His stomach swoops with excitement as the arrow pierces the target dead on the bullseye. And on his first ever archery lesson, just after his twelfth birthday.

He turns around to see if anyone is there to witness his triumph, but it goes unmarked. All his young siblings gathered around Anthony, patting him on the back for his achievements in doing the same moments before. Being a good shot is an essential skill for the next Viscount indeed. The fact that he has been receiving instruction for months already and this is Benedict’s first lesson hurts a little.

But he doesn't bother to bring attention to his arguably more impressive feat. It seems pointless now. Wordlessly he shrugs and walks towards the target, plucking out his arrow and starting again. Perhaps next time, they will notice.

____

“Is that the new Viscount Bridgerton?” Benedict hears a young girl murmur as he sweeps into the first societal event of the season, the spring following his father's death. 

“Oh no, my dear, sadly not; I believe that is one of the brothers,” her mother replies, acting as if he has no sense of hearing, even trying to ignore it as he is, surveying the crowd.

“Such a shame,” the young girl huffs, “he is so very handsome.”

“Yes, dear, but sadly not titled. We can do better,” her mother chides, moving them along out of earshot.

He will never get over how cutthroat the Ton can be, a part of his tender seventeen-year-old heart sinking. Not that he had a potential interest in that girl, more the principle that he will somehow be rendered as an also-ran, at best a consolation prize, for the rest of his life.

What is most galling, perhaps, is that, when his mother needs their presence the most on a night like tonight, the new VIscount is nowhere to be seen. Has not even bothered to show his face, running off to some spurious gambling den and brothel, spending the night indulging himself rather than facing society. 

So here Benedict is, stepping up to play the dutiful son that his elder brother should be. Being the support their mother so desperately needs at her first event as a widow, her arm looped heavily through his, her whole bodyweight seeming to use him as her literal pillar of support. As he escorts her around the room, he is filled with admiration at her brave face. He can see the overwhelming sadness in her eyes every time the word dowager is invoked, and his heart cracks a little at the loneliness he can feel emanating from his mother’s very soul. 

“Tis a shame the Viscount did not deign the first event of the season worthy of his patronage,” she states pointedly as she sips champagne.

“I am sure he has very good reasons for his absence,” Benedict replies soothingly, covering for his errant brother, attempting to shield their mother from the truth of his philandering ways. Benedict knows it is Anthony’s way of dealing with the responsibility of the title of Viscount being thrust upon him so young. But sometimes, just sometimes, Benedict wishes he could escape his grief in such a manner, Anthony taking his turn attending a stuffy ball and playing guardian to a grieving woman. Their burdens may be different, but the wish to escape them is often not, Benedict realises.

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She catches his eye at a garden party at Aubrey Hall. She is a pretty young lady, maybe eighteen to his twenty-three, with bright eyes and a sweet, happy face. She makes his palms slightly sweaty. He watches her from a distance, uncertain how to approach or what to say, feeling a little tongue-tied, even. 

Just then, Anthony materialises at his shoulder.

“Who is that pretty young thing?” Anthony asks, tracing Benedict’s line of sight.

“Miss Bradstreet,” he replies, watching as she turns to face the sun, closing her eyes, basking in its warmth. The light captures her cheekbones perfectly, and he itches to have his sketchbook and capture her likeness. He would very much like to get to know her better.

“Let's go provide a warm welcome,” Anthony smirks, clapping a hand on Benedict’s shoulder and practically dragging him across the lawn.

Benedict reluctantly follows, a flutter of excitement as her eyes land upon them as they approach. 

“Miss Bradstreet,” Anthony swaggers. “Viscount Bridgerton at your service; I am so very pleased to be your host today,” he bows.

Benedict's stomach plunges as he watches her practically melt into the lawn right there, virtually swooning at Anthony’s feet.

“Oh, and this is my brother, Benedict,” Anthony adds, almost as an afterthought. 

She flicks her head to the side briefly to politely acknowledge Benedict before returning to Anthony. All of her undivided adoring attention on him as he regales the story of his latest hunting triumphs upon her insistence. Benedict heaves a sigh and watches as yet another young lady he likes chooses his brother over him. He is almost used to it now, but it doesn't stop the sting every time.

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Your world grinds to a halt as you see him. He is descending the stairs with what you assume is the rest of his family. He is very much in the middle of a tight circle, walking behind what appears to be his mother and perhaps older brother. Quite the most beautiful man you have ever seen, your heart pounding in your ears, your throat suddenly dry despite the lemonade in your hand. You assume they must be the hosts, seeing as they are the very last to enter the ballroom here at Bridgerton House, and there is no announcement of their name.

“Who is that?” you whisper, leaning towards your elder sister. She has been out among society for a year and knows the Ton better than you.

“That is the Bridgerton family, of course,” she replies. “Illustrious in the extreme. Our hosts for this evening. The Viscount there is the most eligible bachelor of every season… and every season, he has resisted a match. So I wouldn't bother if I were you,” she sniffs.

“Which is the Viscount?” you check, your eyes unable to leave the beautiful man with a cravat tied in the most unconventional fashion.

“The one with his arm looped with their mother, the dowager Viscountess, naturally,” your sister rolls her eyes as if patently obvious.

“And what of the others?” you inquire keenly, realising the man you admire cannot be the one your sister is referring to. “Do you know their names?”

“I do not,” she admits, “such things are not really important when one is looking for a titled husband,” she points out airily. 

You nod, knowing the responsibility your sister must carry as firstborn to find a suitable match that can provide for your widowed mother and, indeed, perhaps yourself and your younger sister should neither of you be able to find a husband. You don’t envy her position one little bit. 

You are, however, desperate to get closer to the most beautiful man you have ever seen. And so you spend your evening working towards them, in as polite of a fashion as you can, your stomach in knots of excitement to know him.

“Dowager Viscount Bridgerton, it is an honour and a pleasure to meet you,” you curtsy, heart pounding as he now stands a few feet away, unable to look at him so close by.

“Hello, my dear and you are?” she asks politely.

“Miss y/n y/l/n, it is my very first season; I am so honoured to be here,” you explain. “I must provide the apologies of my mother, Mrs y/l/n, who could not attend tonight due to a cold, but she is so very thankful for the invitation.”

“Oh, of course,” the viscountess smiles. “I am so sorry to hear of her illness; please pass on my best regards… Anthony!” she turns to her side to grab the attention of a man. The viscount’s head whips around from where he is in discussion with another. “Come meet Miss y/l/n,” she needles pointedly. “Miss y/l/n, this is the Viscount Anthony Brdgerton, and he is so pleased not only to make your acquaintance but also for your presence here tonight,” she welcomes on his behalf, and you do not miss the subtle nudge in the ribs she gives him.

Then his regard is drawn to you. He is handsome certainly, and you appreciate his polite but absent-minded greeting. His attentions are obviously elsewhere, but then you cannot fault him as yours are the same. Your gaze strays over his shoulder to the man who first captures your attention. And your breath is stolen by how his hazy blue eyes stare intently at you.

____

Benedict is twenty-six years old when he is struck by lightning. Not literally. But that is the sensation that runs through his body when he first lays eyes on you—politely introducing yourself to his mother and thanking her for your invitation to this ball. 

He thought he knew what attraction was until this point. He thought he knew the depths to which one could fall in love in an instant. He was an utter fool. He looks at you, and at once, everything is so quiet and loud all at once. He is desperate to know you in a way he has never felt. To grab your hand, take you somewhere, and ask you a million questions to get to know your soul. He also wants to kiss you so much that his lips tingle. And inside, his lungs want to scream as his mother does the natural thing and introduces the beautiful, polite young lady to her most eligible son… Anthony. 

Then his heart jolts as your eyes stray from Anthony and meets his, your pupils dilating in a way that makes his lungs too small to inhale air. It is the first and only time a young woman has had Anthony’s full attention and has looked away from it. And to him, no less. The tidal flood of chemicals in his system makes it feel like he is vibrating in his very shoes.

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You try your best to be polite and look at Anthony as he speaks, but your sight is drawn to this other man like a moth to a flame. From appearance, the second son, as you are the second daughter. A flare of understanding and sympathy in your chest as to how that is. You want to grab his hand and run away with him.

“My lord,” you find your voice and snap your eyes back to the Viscount, “would you do me the honour of introducing me to the rest of your wonderful family?” your ask, almost timid.

He looks temporarily taken aback, as if mystified why anyone in the Ton would care about the status of anyone beyond his mother and himself. You smile at him expectantly and do not miss, from the corner of your eye, how the beautiful man’s face is awash with surprise at your request.

“Oh, most certainly,” Anthony seems to snap out of his temporary stupor and turns to introduce his siblings in attendance. A tall, baby-faced young man stands to attention as Anthony moves from left to right. “This is Colin; he has just returned from his travels in Greece,” you nod and smile politely, knowing nothing of the subject. “And this is my sister, Eloise; it is her first season, and she is not in the slightest bit happy about that,” he adds dryly, and you can't help but giggle and feel a kinship with the spirited young lady who returns your wry smile. “My eldest sister, the Duchess of Hastings, who is visiting us,”

You curtsy and bow your head. “It is an honour, your Grace,” you add, and she smiles sweetly at you, her arm looped in her mother's.

“Obviously, you have met my mother,” he continues, and suddenly he is the last in the line. You feel your palms clench, sweaty in anticipation of learning his name “... and this is my brother, Benedict; he hopes to be an artist.”

You are finally brave enough to meet his eyes again. He is so achingly beautiful that the rest of his family, indeed the whole ballroom, melt away from your view—he is all you can see.

“Oh, I adore art,” you stutter, mesmerised, offering your hand to him, the first and only person in the family you do so to. Unseen by you, your gaze only on one man, Anthony’s mouth drops open in surprise.

Nothing can prepare you for when Benedict’s gloved hand gently touches yours, him bowing to kiss the back of your hand. You catch a woody citrus scent that makes your mouth water as he does so. And then you feel the warmth of his lips through your glove, and you are utterly undone.

“Miss y/l/n,” he rumbles quietly, the sound making your insides melt even more; it's deep and resonant and makes every inch of your body tingle.

“Please call me y/n,” you murmur, moving closer, knowing how scandalous that might be, but seemingly unable to stop yourself. He has a hypnotic hold over you that you don't want to fight.

“Only if you shall call me Benedict,” he breathes, and it takes Anthony clearing his throat to make you spring apart, suddenly remembering where you are.

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His lips touch the silk of your glove, and he is gone. 

Already planning a future, his mind supplying images of you at his cottage out in the country, the lady of the house. Tending to the herb garden, reading happily curled up in front of the fire in the drawing room, fearlessly plucking a bow as you stand in front of joint archery targets gently teasing him for losing to a girl, and finally, the image that truly knocks the wind out of him, you naked under him, desperately moaning his name as you move together, entwined in ecstasy.

He hears your sharp inhale, and his heart skips at the idea you feel it too. That you are the first woman ever that sees him and not Anthony. Really sees him. Not as the second son. Not as a consolation prize. 

And when your body seems to sway towards him, he is already mentally asking his mother for a betrothal ring from her grandmother, which she said she is keeping just for him.

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“Benedict,” his name feels wonderful in your mouth, like a gift from the heavens. “Please, may we take a turn around the gardens?” you implore, the boldest you have ever been in your whole life. 

“It would be my very greatest pleasure,” he responds.

And you know with absolute certainty you have met your husband, the father of your children, your very future. 

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“It is not as if this is my show….” he sighs.

“You should not do that, darling,” you say affectionately, ruffling his hair as you move to fix his cravat; it definitely needs to be more jaunty, in your opinion.

“Do what?” he breathes, his wedding ring catching the light as he places his hands gently over yours and stills your motions.

“Think of yourself as second,” you argue, running your hand over his cheek. “This gallery opening may feature others' work too, but you are the star of the exhibit,” you reassure, tilting his forehead down so it rests upon yours.

There it is again. That look that always floors you. Even now, a year later. Like you are the most wondrous creature, and he can scarcely believe you are his.

“Never forget, you will always be first to me,” you utter fiercely, watching his eyes soften with devotion. “And not just me….” you guide his sizeable warm hand onto the swell of your belly, “to us. We love you so much, Benedict,” your tone is ardent, wanting him to believe he deserves this recognition, that he should believe in himself the way that you do.

“I love you, too,” he responds quietly, reverentially. “So very much. Both of you are my whole world,” his voice choked with emotion, and you throw your arms around him and squeeze hard, wanting to telegraph just how much he is the very centre of your universe.

An hour later, you clutch your hands over your chest as you watch him being brought onto the raised stage and introduced to the crowd as they applaud him and his work rapturously, awaiting to hear him talk of his art. As he does so, you stroke your belly unseen under your cloak, beaming with pride for your wonderful husband.

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He sees your face in the crowd, and as ever, it calms him, especially at this landmark moment. So as he finishes the speech that he has rehearsed for days now, he decides to do something perhaps unconventional but something he seems unable to resist.

“Lastly, before I allow you back to your champagne,” he jests, finally at ease with the attention and recognition. “I want to thank my life’s inspiration, the very reason I stand before you today. My wonderful wife. Thank you, my love, for being the light of my life; for always making this second son your first choice. You will always, always be my first choice. I love you.” 

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[lovehyyuntold]

hiii <3 sorry it took me like forever to send this to you, i just couldn't find the right words to express my gratitude.

your reblog was so nice, i think i shed a tear or two ngl 😭 i've been writing for a long time, even before this blog, and i have to admit that i've been discouraged a lot (that's why i never finish my stories lmao). anyways, what you said about reading 'lost warmth' made me realise that maybe, all this time and effort i put into this hobby isn't for nothing. really, thank you so much!! there was so reason for you to be this nice to me but you were and i'm just 😭 sobbing really.

your words really made my whole day, week even 🩷 and i swear this is the nicest thing someone has ever said to me. I hope that somehow, i will be able to return all the joy your beautiful self managed to make me feel <3

I hope you have the best day ahead, and don't forget to take care of yourself!! 🩷 i'll be back to scream in your reblogs whenever you post another masterpiece (i'll be the first one there, nobody is beating me 😡)

also, i would loove to read those two stories you mentioned!! if you ever want to share, i'm here <3 getting to read your writing is an honour in itself 🩷

Oh dear, hellow, hi <3

I feel slightly flustered to even answer your ask, ahh. Please, let me tell you, I couldn't even express half of what your writing felt to me at that time. I am so honored, truly, for you to say you shed a tear to my comment, I actually don't even know how to feel right now?

I'm so awkward, help. But genuinely speaking, Lost Warmth absolutely broke me to the core. As odd as this sounds, I can be quite self-indulgent when it comes to angsty stories. Up to the point where my friends call me sadistic as a joke. They believe that it's more challenging for me to write a happier ending compared to a bitter one. Sometimes I find myself in that spot, which I slightly need to work on, but I think that's why your story clicked so much.

Lost Warmth flickered inspiration including another story (that I seem to have forgotten the title too) in me that I ended up writing about the seasons, the feelings these changes emits yet the loneliness stayed. While your story showcased one's feelings that stayed, even after being apart—the love, the memories, its still there, and its agonizing. I cried, heavily. I think I was sitting on the couch one day, a little bit of downpour, and the perfect weather for your fic. I ended up watching and listening to Winter Falls on repeat after. A huge point from this is that, if I had not read your fic, if I had not stumbled upon your story, I wouldn't have received the amount of inspiration I had that day.

I went through my drafts and the dates, I genuinely starting writing winter first—which felt so perfect for each year, winter ends and starts us off. So thank you for that, for posting that story, I wish I had said all of this sooner, I wish more people could share their honest thoughts in stories, because inspiration thrives within these narratives.

hdjshsjsh nice to you? YOU'RE SO KIND TO ME TOO 😭 I genuinely kicked my feet after seeing that reblog, now this ask 🫠

A lil turn in convo, when it comes to writing, discouragement comes in so many forms: writer's block, lack of energy, overthinking, lack of feedback, nobody to talk to when it comes to the story, etc. I really truly wish that every story, even if people don't write their thoughts, it could pop up in our notes, even the smallest telling of an emotion they felt while reading. But anywho, you telling me about your support is the absolute sweetest thing ever, thank you, thank you so much.

I hope to return more feedback to your stories when the time comes 🤗 you take care of yourself as well, okay? I'll come out of nowhere and beat whoever's making your day miserable—you need to have a beautiful one. 🥰

As for my stories, it's actually only one but I made a 100 word story which is why I said two. But it was like a starter pack (I wrote it for a friend, like a little snippet of your story in I guess a different sense?) for the actual seasons story. However, since you're interested, dm me anytime whenever you're ready, and I'll send screenshots from my drafts 🥺🩷

[vampsquerade]

i beg of lion x reader x doc aftercare.

you needn’t beg, dear anon! what you ask for, you shall receive…i really popped off with this i’m ngl i just really liked writing this i guess. don’t know what really possessed me but yay! it has been a long time after you requested and i’m so very sorry for that, sometimes a mf like me gets a lil busy yk…but i hope you enjoy this…

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Lion x Reader x Doc: Two Gods’ Gentle Caresses

Trigger Warnings: after sex aftercare, cleaning each other up, literally 99.9% fluff i swear

Laying down sprawled out in your own bed in your own home, you were in and out of sleep for the past 3 minutes. Your two lovers just finished a very…rigorous “training session” and you were exhausted as all hell. Your entire body is completely limp and numb, memory struggling to completely return to you, and vision blurred by tears you hadn’t known were welled up in your eyes. “Mon amour, are you feeling alright? We weren’t too much for you, were we?” Gustave asked. He had grabbed a small and clean towel, gently wiping you clean before tossing it in your dirty hamper. “Wait for Y/N to get their consciousness back. I think they’re still lost to us.” Olivier chimed in, causing you to turn and look at him. You simply stared blankly at him, blinking a few times to familiarize yourself with the reality you were a resident of.

“Ah…sorry, I hadn’t realized I was completely blissed out still…” you say hoarsely. “Don’t worry, mon amour. Is anything hurting?” Gustave asked. You shake your head, “Not yet, at least…” you mumble. Olivier leans down and kisses your forehead then reaches up and removes the handcuffs that bound you to the bed. He then gently grabs your hands, rubbing at the red marks that covered your wrists before kissing them gently. “Merde, I hadn’t realized I put them on you a bit too tightly. I can ice them if they start to feel raw for you.” Olivier said. “That would be lovely, thank you.” you say, smiling. “Now then, get cleaned up. Allons-y.” Gustave said before lifting you up.

Your pair of lovers then walked towards the bathroom with you, turning the shower head on to a warmer setting. With the changing in lighting, Gustave frowned slightly at you. “Is something the matter?” you ask. “You have a plethora of bruises…we’ll be sure to treat them once you’re all cleaned up.” Gustave said. “Oui, Some of them may have been made by me, and for that I apologize.” Olivier said, causing Gustave to sigh. “Well, we’ll still treat them.” Gustave said, shaking his head. Olivier simply laughed sheepishly as he ran a hand under the water. “Okay, it’s warm enough, Let’s help Y/N in.” he said.

Gustave nodded, gently helping you inside and holding you up. Olivier then stepped in after the two of you, and both he and Gustave helped wash you down. Both their hands gently yet firmly worked into you, causing you to sigh in relief as they helped you clean off. Combined with the sensation of wonderfully warm water, your body was relaxing quickly. Gustave then gently began to massage your scalp, Olivier doing the same with your shoulders, pulling out soft moans from you. “It’s so cute that you moan at just the deepest touch. We’re just getting those knots out of you, you’re really worked up.” Olivier said. “Y-Yeah…work’s been absolutely awful lately. Thank you for your tender loving…” you praise blissfully. “Anything for you, mon amour. Here Olivier, let’s take turns holding them up so we could dry off.” Gustave said, gently having you move towards Olivier so he could wash himself off.

Olivier pulled you close to him before draping his arms over your shoulders, effectively holding you up like that. You tilt your head back slightly, kissing his jaw as you hold onto his forearms. If there was one thing you were obsessed with in regards to Olivier’s figure, it was his forearms. They were just so beefy (incomparable to Saif’s, Sam’s, and Aleksandr’s however) and you loved the way they felt when they were wrapped around you. And on Gustave himself, it was his hands. They were so gentle and delicate, making intricate and meticulous moves. Even now as he rinsed his hair, his fingers and hands wove through delicately, and you couldn’t help but stare. “Entranced, aren’t you?” Olivier teased, snorting when you gently pinched him. “Perhaps I am…now switch, you need to clean up too.” you said.

Olivier then passed you to Gustave, who gently rested his head on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Merci for holding Y/N up and keeping them entertained.” Gustave said. Olivier chuckled, shaking his head as he began scrubbing at his body. His muscles flexed with every movement, the way it did for Gustave when he was scrubbing himself. They were both magnificent, and every time you gazed upon them you constantly thought about how lucky you were to have snatched both of them up. Not only were they the kings of fucking you into oblivion, but they were also the kings of aftercare. They kept you company, even helping you clean up because they knew you were too weak to do it yourself. Ever since the first time you all had your first threesome with both your lovers, they took exceptional care of you. “I love you both so much.” you praise, slightly turning your head to face Gustave.

He turned his head a bit before giving you a soft smile, kissing you tenderly and pulling away. “You know we love you too. Always.” he said. “Oui. Nobody could ever replace you, and we love you very much.” Olivier said, giving you a wink before he began rinsing his hair. You hadn’t realized how quickly your shower was going, and it was making you a bit sad. Gustave noticed this and gently nuzzled your neck, “What’s on your mind?” he asked. “Almost done showering…” you say somberly. “Oh don’t worry. We’ll dry off then get dressed for some cuddling. Does that sound good to you?” Olivier asked. After thinking about it, you give him a nod and a soft smile. He smiles back before turning the water off, moving the curtains so the three of you could carefully step out.

Gustave then begins to dry off your body, with Olivier using a separate towel to dry your face and head. Once you’re dry enough, Gustave sits you onto the counter of the sink before drying himself off with two new towels, Olivier doing the same with himself. “Next time you should let me dry their body off.” Olivier teased. Gustave laughed, causing you to smile and gently push him, “Don’t laugh, let him try it!” you tease. “I will! Just…not this week.” Gustave joked, now causing Olivier to lightly push him. “Come on, mon ami! Please let me do it next time!” Olivier begged. “Fine, fine.” Gustave sneered, gently pushing Olivier. He simply gave him a grin before stepping out of the bathroom, “I’ll go and get us some clothes. Stay here with Y/N.“ he said as he stepped out.

Gustave just turned to you and shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips a bit. “What can you do, right?” he asked. It made you laugh a bit, shaking your head, “Oh come on, let him live a little. I’m his first relationship with somebody new after like what, eighteen years or so now? I understand why he’s so eager the way he kind of was when he was younger. Except, now he’s doing it much more safely.” you say. Gustave simply sighed, resting himself between your legs and embracing you like this, “I suppose you’re right. I mean, I was never really in one at all until you joined Rainbow alongside Olivier so I don’t think I understand the big excitement the way he does. And if anything, I’m more nervous about messing this up. It’s 2022 now, and he’s definitely changed from what his records show.” he said. You kiss his cheek, gently caressing the back of his head, “See? Now keep up that attitude. Except for that nervousness, because I will love you always and no matter what.” you reassure.

Gustave gives you a chaste kiss once again, turning away once Olivier came back into the bathroom. He and Gustave then helped you get dressed, making sure you were wearing your most comfortable sweater and pajama bottoms to keep you warm. The duo then dressed themselves before whisking you away to your room once again. You see that Olivier changed the sheets and blanket, making sure the one now on the bed was sufficiently warmed. He then set you down before covering you with said blanket, smiling at you. “Would you like tea, coffee, water, or juice?” Gustave asked. “Water would be ideal, thank you.” you say. He nodded, walking out of your room to get you a glass of water. “How are your wrists feeling? Do you still need that ice I promised you?” Olivier asked, sitting next to you.

You shake your head, giving him a smile, “I think the muscle tension relief I got from both of you somehow spread through the rest of my body, combined with the warm water, helped me feel better. Thank you, honey.” you reassure. Olivier leaned down and gave you a tender kiss, gently cupping the left side of your face before pulling away. “You’re welcome. Is anything else potentially hurting?” he asked. “Aside from my hips feeling a bit numb, everything else is also completely fine.” you say. “Good, good. We can treat your bruises tomorrow once they form a bit more.” Gustave chimes in once he came back into the room. He got the three of you glasses of water, handing one to you and Olivier. “I’m surprised you came upstairs with these. That’s really hard to do.” you say. “When you’ve got tedious hands like mine, you’ll understand why it’s so easy. Now drink up.” Gustave said, giving you a smile.

You nod and drink your water, leaving the glass nearly completely empty, much to Olivier’s dismay. “Drink the whole thing please.” he commanded gently. Flustering a bit, you do as you’re told before handing your now empty glass to Olivier. He then hands it to Gustave, who then places it onto the dresser across the room alongside his own. Olivier then passes his cup once he gets his fill of water, and Gustave carefully takes them back downstairs. He then turns off all the lights as he’s down there before coming back for a final time. “Come join us in bed now! Olivier’s getting impatient, and I’m starting to feel a bit touch starved.” you say, laughing softly. “But of course. Who would I be to leave mon amour feeling half full with affection like cuddling?” Gustave asked theoretically.

He and Olivier then crawled under the blanket with you, the duo wrapping themselves around you. Their hands gently roam your body, touching more sensitive spots in a way to help your mind understand it was time to relax and go to bed. Your guard was completely down at this point, whittled away by two lovely gods that wanted nothing more than to aid their mortal lover get to their much needed rest. You inhale deeply before exhaling, closing your eyes, “I love you…” you mumble drowsily. “We love you too. Now go to bed, lupin. We’ll be right here for you when you wake up.” Olivier said. You nod once more, finally succumbing to the comforting sleep that had been waiting to greet you all night long. Gustave and Olivier then wish each other a good night’s sleep, drifting off right after you to join you in the realm of dreams where you can spend the rest of eternity with your gods.

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

WARNINGS: pregnancy, angst at the first half, mentions of miscarriage (dw, it doesnt actually happen), kind of a crack fic ngl

"I'm pregnant, Jotaro! I'm pregnant!"

When you first said those words to Jotaro, you said them with such joy that you were sure that for a moment, you were the happiest woman in the world, with tears of joy fogging your sight.

But now, you yell at him with fury, tears of frustration already rolling down your cheeks, your voice raw from screaming at him and fists balled up. What frustrates you, even more, is the usual indifferent stare that he continues to look at you with, as if his pregnant wife isn't currently yelling at him with anger.

As if this whole argument hadn't been his fault, as if you hadn't been mad at him for not spending time taking care of his own pregnant wife. He tried to reason with you at first, that his job was important, but you bit back at him with "and I'm not?" and since then, Jotaro had remained silent. Eerily calm even, glued to his place as you yell at him.

And he remained in place even when you turned your back and walked out on him.

That was a few days ago, you had been staying over at a friend's place for a bit, and you have yet to receive any phone calls from Jotaro which made you agitated. You thought of calling him first, but your hormones got the best of you which made you pettier.

Why should you be the first to call when it was his fault?

The park that you're currently in is empty, your friend leaving you to go to the restroom and allow you to have your thoughts to yourself for a while, as you sat on the bench, you can't help but hug yourself as you curse your own husband under your breath.

"I wish you knew how hard this whole thing is for me," you whisper under your breath with absolute disdain for the man, glaring at nothing "I wish you were the pregnant one instead!"

Just as the words left your mouth, you were suddenly struck by something that made your stomach ache so badly that you immediately doubled in on yourself. It was a sharp pain, spreading from your abdomen down to your legs. The pain was so bad that you couldn't even scream for help, the last thing you see is the night sky, the gentle rustle of the leaves from a tree at a distance, and the concerned look on your friend's face as they hurriedly approach you before you lost consciousness.

From the comfort of your shared home, Jotaro felt restless and had felt extreme anxiety ever since you walked out the door. He thought of searching for you time and time again, thought of calling you but had always backed out just as he was about to press the 'call' button next to your contact name.

You might need time, he reasoned out. And so, he settled for just sitting down in the dining room, his phone placed on the table as he waited for your call. Instead of receiving your call, however, what he received was a sharp pain hitting his abdomen out of nowhere. As the man doubled over in pain, he lets out a groan, his mind running rampant as to what might be going on.

Is it a stand attack? Had he eaten something bad? Are you alright?

The pain had been so bad that he hadn't felt himself fall sideways out of his chair, his cap flying a few feet away from him and the side of his head hitting the floor with a thump, his arms accidentally swiping his phone to the floor with him. He never did figure out what was going on and the last thing he saw through his blurry sight was your friend's number flashing on his phone, calling him.

-

That morning, when you woke up, you were surprised that you were feeling like your best today. You didn't feel any fatigue, didn't feel nauseous at all and you didn't have any weird cravings for breakfast. Must be a good day, you thought to yourself with a smile, you hadn't felt this refreshed in a while.

But that happiness didn't last for the whole day.

Upon seeing you awake, your friend immediately insisted you go to the hospital. You found no need to do so, as you were feeling amazing today, but they insisted. They worried for your child, they said, as it isn't normal for pregnant women to suddenly feel pain in their abdomen. You finally agreed, only if it would stop them from fussing over you too much.

Only for you to be devastated by the result of your check-up from your ob gyne.

In your uterus, where a fetus should be resting, where you should be hearing your child's heartbeat⁠—there's now nothing to be found. You choked on your words as you asked how would that be possible, only to be reminded of the sharp pain you felt the night before.

Your friend gathered you in their arms, as you mutter to yourself and shake your head. That can't be it, there's no way. You didn't- you hadn't- it couldn't have been that simple, that easy. Maybe the ultrasound was broken? Yeah, maybe that was it! Your baby is fine⁠—you know she is.

Your friend's phone started ringing and you watch as they fetch it from their pockets, the name flashing on the screen made your heart drop to your stomach.

Jotaro.

God, what were you going to tell him?

Jotaro paced back and forth in the dining room as he called your friend again, they left him with an ungodly amount of missed calls last night, which made the man more anxious than he already is. So anxious, in fact, that he felt nauseous, feeling like he would throw up at any minute.

He felt like his stomach is cramping in worry and extreme fatigue from worrying. Or maybe that was from passing out on the floor of his dining room.

He curses under his breath as he was sent to voicemail once again, feet stomping on the tiled floor in worry and agitation. Why would they flood his phone and then not answer his calls the next day? Had something happened to you? He felt bile rise up in his throat at the idea and he did his best to swallow it back, dialing on his phone once again for the nth time that morning.

Before he can press the call button again, however, he suddenly heard the front door being opened. He felt nauseous but never had he run faster to the front door until that very moment. To his relief, it was you, in one piece. A sigh of relief almost made its way past his lips but the sight of your teary eyes froze his entire being.

"Jotaro..." your voice sounded so small, so scared, and he dreaded what the next words that'll come out of your mouth would be. He tried to ignore the way your dominant hand came up to cradle your stomach.

don't say it. don't say it. don't-

"She's gone, Jotaro."

A tense silence filled the room as the both of you stood still, you can see Jotaro's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape as he processes the information, and you can pinpoint the exact moment when he finally registered what had happened⁠—the silence was broken by the sound of his phone slipping from his hand, meeting the floor as it cracked open.

In all of your years being together, Jotaro had always been the strong one. He was your pillar, a shoulder to lean on, he made it his responsibility to be the one you can lean on at any moment. He leaned on you time and time again but never once had you seen Jotaro cry.

But as the old adage goes, there's a first time for everything.

Tears cascade down his cheeks like a dam opening its gates, his eyes are glued to yours as he took quick, huge strides towards you before gathering you in his arms, burying his face in your hair. And for the first, and probably the last time in your life, you heard Jotaro sob.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was my fault. I'm sorry."

It was muffled, but you can hear him muttering, or more like chanting softly into your hair. His arms held you tightly, protectively, and you were too stunned by the whole thing to say anything, to reassure him, so you settled on wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in his chest.

The two of you cried in each others arms for the rest of the day.

-

The next few weeks were horrible, but it was more horrible for Jotaro, you noticed. He always seemed so tired and felt nauseous most of the time, there were even times when you would wake up to the sound of him throwing up in the bathroom, and he was moodier than he had ever been. You chalked it up to grief at first, and you ended up constantly reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, but then came the weird cravings.

"Do we have peanut butter?" He asked you one time while you were resting on the couch in a blanket burrito, waiting for him to join you.

"We do," you answered nonchalantly, "but we're out of bread."

"That's alright," He hums, and you look at his back with a raised brow as he walks back into the kitchen,

"What's the peanut butter for?" you asked out of curiosity,

"The pickles." The way he responded was so nonchalant as if putting peanut butter on pickles was a normal thing that everyone does.

You didn't mean to judge your husband, not especially when you are currently dealing with grief yourself. You tried to remind yourself that dealing with grief differs from person to person, but your husband went from placing mustard on cookies, to dipping nuggets in ice creams, and now this...

If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that Jotaro was...

You scrunch your eyebrows in concern, your lips tuckered into a pout. That was a ridiculous thought, was it your grief messing with your ability to think logically? Your eyes went to gaze over at Jotaro, and you hadn't noticed it before, but now.... his toned stomach seems to have a bump now.

Was it because of his stress eating? Or was it because he was- It would explain why he had been so open about his emotions recently-

No, that's ridiculous. Very much so. But still, you worry about him feeling nauseous most of the time and the constant throwing up he had every morning that ended up being a routine for him now, as well as the cramps he's been feeling every now and then, and the constant fatigue...

"Jotaro, dear?" you called out, and upon hearing the sound of his hum from the kitchen, you finally told him something that had been on your mind for a while.

"What do you feel about going for a check-up?"

-

"I'm what?!" Your husband yelled out in surprise as you, Jotaro, and the doctor gape at the screen.

Jotaro was quick to agree to go to the doctors, as he had not been feeling well recently and he fears that his grief might have caused some kind of illness. He thought of just going to a regular one, but you ended up insisting to get one of the Speedwagon Foundation doctors to check on him, to which he begrudgingly agreed to (after giving you a lecture on how his connections to the SPW Foundation shouldn't be used for such simple things).

After hearing Jotaro's symptoms, you can see in the doctor's eyes that he already had an idea as to what Jotaro was feeling, but he still said that it would be better if he used an ultrasound to check on his abdominal organs, just to make sure that it's actually nothing serious.

It was then that all three of you figured out that it was something serious.

Your heart dropped to your stomach at the familiar shape, your eyes bulging out of your head. At first, both you and the doctor thought it must have been some kind of tumor, but there was a sound coming from the machine. A sound that Jotaro did not recognize, but something that both you and the doctor were familiar with.

A heartbeat.

"How could this be...?" you heard the doctor mutter to himself, panic written all over his features. He moved the ultrasound on Jotaro's abdomen, the said man just laying back with an expressionless look on his face.

but still, no matter how much he tried to reject its existence, there it was. Something in Jotaro's stomach that was supposed to be in yours.

"Mr. Jotaro...." he started out, voice shaky, unsure of himself.

Jotaro's eyebrows scrunch in worry then, and you can see his anxiousness as clear as day. You braced yourself, maybe it wasn't what you thought it was, perhaps, it was some kind of tumor and you were just so out of it that you thought it was-

"A fetus... There's a fetus in your stomach." The doctor said, voice breathy in disbelief, as if even he, himself, couldn't believe his own diagnosis. "You're pregnant, Mr. Kujo."

Silence filled the room, the doctor still looking at the monitor with a bewildered look. You gaze swept over to Jotaro, only to see that his azure gaze was already glued onto you, and then...

"I'm what?!" Jotaro's voice was so loud as he yelled in surprise, leaning on his elbows to lean over and take a look at the screen, both you and the doctor still gaping at the screen.

"That can't be! How is that possible?!" Your husband yelled out in anger and confusion, looking at what was unmistakeably a fetus found in his abdomen.

"I-I don't know, either!" The doctor is still panicking, "It shouldn't be possible but-"

"Are you sure it isn't some kind of tumor?!"

"No- I.. You have a uterus, Mr. Kujo. You're pregnant.."

Jotaro then scoffs at the doctor, rolling his eyes and turning his head to look the other way. His whole demeanor was enough to let you know that it was so ridiculous that he doesn't believe it at all, while you were still too stunned to speak.

"Mrs. Kujo, I don't know how this is possible but... that's a fetus" The doctor turned to you, his voice sounding like he was pleading for you to confirm what he was seeing,

"...it is." You spoke, breathless, eyes still glued to the screen, still too stunned to actually process whatever was going on. You were no doctor, but you would never forget how a fetus in one's uterus looks like "How far along is he?"

You ignored the pointed and questioning look Jotaro has sent your way, almost as if he was asking you if you were really believing this. The doctor runs his hand on his face, before answering you,

"I'm not sure... I'm not an ob gyne, Mrs. Kujo. But I could get you one if you'd like?"

"Yes, that would be great, thank you."

The doctor removes the transducer from Jotaro, lowering your husband's clothes before leaving the room to fetch you the ob gyne he promised.

"You actually believe him?" Jotaro asks you incredulously, "If I was pregnant, how am I even going to give birth?"

You sigh, not even knowing how to respond to his question. But if it were true, and in some kind of a miracle, your husband is pregnant, then you just know it would be a long nine months.

On the bright side, you knew Noriaki and Jean-Pierre would have the time of their lives once they find out about this.

[everafterkeiji]

Hi can i request a hcs for itadori,megumi and gojo react to their s/o death?.

Please Feel free to ignore this request if its triggering or u don't feel like writing it! Thank you<3

i love angst requests so it's really okay with me! thank you so much for requesting (ngl i did cry thinking abt yuji) and i hope u have a lovely day even if this was incredibly sad

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇

PAIRINGS: JJK BOYS x gn!reader

CHARACTERS: Itadori Yuji, Megumi Fushiguro, & Gojo Satoru

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

WARNINGS: heavy angst, character death, mentions of blood and panic attacks, as well wounds and bruises. mentions of Shibuya arc/implied location in Shibuya during that arc.

⟡ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 eyes dared to erase the sight ahead of him, his body was frozen—every sense began to fail for its purpose and nothing else was responsive except for the shout of your name that echoes through the battle field, the level of immensity to his voice that covers his throat with pain as every pace towards you was a step leading to a waste of a second that terrifies him the more his being tugged away by his own fears.

Dropping to his knees, he was numb to the sensation of the ache overwhelming his legs while he craddles you in his arms as every part of him shook with uncertainty, his hands didn't have the courage to hold you with as much as strength as he should've.

"..Y/N?" He whispers, a croak to his voice as if it was barely alive with droplets created from his sorrow began to trail down your cheek whilst your blood paints his hand in a hue he never expected to come from you. His mind was in the midst of being empty to a havoc that wanted to deny every rage in his system so he could love you even if he could tell how your chest wasn't rising the way it was supposed to do.

"Love?" Yuji calls out one more time as your eyes flutter subtly, signalling him not even an assurance for your state. His hand falls to your cheek, not caring if he couldn't hold you weakly because what matters more is that you held onto him. He painfully leans his forehead on yours, a loud sob escaping him with a struggle to catch up with his breath.

"Don't let me go, don't ever leave me, I beg of you, God!" He shouts as the gods grow concerned of the boy whose heart was wrecked to every piece as the sky began to cry with him. "Save them— God— Please! Stop taking everyone that I love and let me come with them." He begs, as he pulls you more as if the distance could've helped him better because even when you were close to him, he knew you were already at the farthest place that he couldn't reach. All that could be heard from him were screams where he forfeited ever begging for your life when everyone around seems to follow in your path.

"I'm so sorry, my love." Itadori confesses, arms tight around your figure as every beat of his heart began to die with you when all the seconds that he seemed to waste without you by his side began to haunt him. If he had gotten there sooner, maybe then he could've reminded you one more time that you were the energy—the surviving light in his life for him to exist without being told of his faith.

"I love you—so much so please remember that even when you're away." He couldn't even explain how his words manage to fall in such a manner, he could've sworn a second ago he only wanted to let time freeze so he could deny the view of your lifeless body that he miserably failed to save from the hands of death.

"I promise you, in the end, I'll be with you soon, Y/N." Itadori places a delicate kiss to your forehead, having no courage to leave the contact of your skin to his as his eyes went with the rain that poured over the two of you. He intertwines one of his hands with yours, shivering at the temperature he faces but with the other hand, he rests it on his cheek. Maybe if you looked at him now, you'd want him to smile because if you were the source of his reason to exist, Yuji's smile was the one to let your hearts worries disappear but sadly, the source has been removed from him and nothing else in the world could ever bring the joy in his smile no more.

"All I've ever wanted to do was to love you, so I hope you're willing to wait because when I see you.. I'm gonna embrace you with everything I've got," He then kisses the hand intertwined to his before he achingly pull his hand away and the regret closing on him but he had no other choice.

"And love you again and again, Y/N. Always and.. forever—like what we promised." Yuji, as torturous it was to let you go, he sets your hand that was on his cheek to your chest just like he did with the other before he ends his goodbye with a lasting kiss to your cheek.

"Stop crying, Yuji! C'mon smile for me, will you? I didn't come here to see you all gloomy."

And with the remaining memories left for him, it began to be the weak strings for his heart to compose itself because if he knows one thing that you hated, it was the sight of him crying.

So he smiles, the everlasting wish of yours being granted even if his body was corrupting as the love of his life enters a new realm where forever was possible for the both of you.

"We'll meet again, my love."

As he stood up, he hesitates to turn his back on you but once he does, the sun never looked the same to him ever again.

⟡ 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 encounters a feeling that he's been through before—a course of emotions that has his body in a tight hold but now, it seems the hold on him was deadlier than the first time. Your name had left his lips, draining him of his exhaustion to run to you before you could fall, every fiber in his body was holding on to his fear. He didn't need to feel the ache in his legs that were covered in wounds because his mission was for you to perfectly land in his arms even if he had to risk getting more injuries.

His heart began to pace in frantic pace when he catches you, there wasn't a split second of joy that entered him just because he made it in time. Instead, his eyes widen in trauma at the sight of your dull eyes that looked above to the heavens sky.

"Hey—hey!" He shouts, trembling hands feeling every bit of your skin and ends with it down to your cheek. "Talk to me—anything, please!" Megumi pleads as a drop of your blood that came from your forehead started to flow onto his skin. He gulps with his breathing unable to coordinate with him as his head frenetically looks up, any sign of help could've been the better reach but they were just in the mere corner of a building in Shibuya.

"Y/N? Please say something." He whispers, furiously wiping his tears while he despises the warmth of your blood that paints his hands. "C'mon please, let me hear your voice one last time." He sobs on your shoulder, embracing you with every corrupting piece of his heart, looking for a beat from your rather cold ones. His hands go to your hair, caressing it so lightly that he felt it resembled glass from how careful he was. Your head was buried in his neck, eyes barely awake for him to ever find that heartbeat.

"I love you, did you hear me?" Megumi says, gulping in the grief. "Say it back to me like you always did, please?" He doesn't know that begging would've been his lasting choice—maybe someone up above would take some time to listen to his pleads and eventually bring the life to his lovers body once again for you to say you love him back a thousand times more.

"Hug me one more time, will you? You told me you loved to do that." He desperately wishes your arms could just return to the place he loved, wrapped around his neck as his hands were to be on your waist or to your cheek with a smile to your lips. Unfortunately, your arms were covered in their own bruises—latched with dark purple hues and tints of red from the debris of buildings and cursed spirits.

"We have to go, Megumi!" One of the sorcerers shout, he didn't even have the time to decipher who it belonged to but he sniffles, reaching for his phone typing a quick message to the others to be able to take you out of this place with somewhere more deserving of a beauty that has passed.

"I'm not going to say goodbye because I know you'll always be with me, right Y/N?" He takes your hands, placing it on your chest on top of each other as his tear lands on your temple. He softly wipes it away before he kisses your forehead, closing his eyes shut at his misery.

"I wish I could've saved you. I really wish I did." He sobs, forehead in tact with yours but he seems to receive a sensation to his body at the wind that came his way.

"You've saved me the minute you met me, my love." You wish you could've whispered to him but he took it as the wind was the only embrace he'll ever get now.

"And you saved me too." Panda walks in to this horrid scene as he feels the sympathy rush to him. Megumi looks up at him with the liveliness dying along with you as your lover delicately holds your cheek one last time before kissing you on your temple muttering one more time,

"I love you always."

Standing up was the second hardest thing he had to do because turning his back to you came at first as his knees threatened to fall but alas, he has to do continue on because that's what you would've wanted right?

"I love you, Megumi. I'll be here waiting for you."

And the upcoming battles for him to face were laced with rage and the never ending bitterness that love seemed to haunt him with.

⟡ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎's phone rang as while he stops to stare at the caller. It was odd for him to receive a phone call from Megumi at this hour but he supposed it was probably for some guidance since they were sent to a mission. Being aware of their location, he didn't hesitate to transport as fast as he could to get there but there's this calling to him how it wasn't bound to be what he expected.

Panting heavily, Megumi ran with life on the line as he carried you in his arms without the ability to pace your breathing the same as his.

"GOJO-SENSEI!" He shouts with every power in his lungs the second Gojo had appeared, who stood stunned at the boy who was approaching him with a familiar figure.

"Y/N?" Satoru says, uncertain of what he just saw but when Megumi reached him, out of his breath as Nobara and Itadori followed behind him. His student places you in your lovers arm as he kneels down with a hand to your chest, alarmed at how your heartbeat was nowhere near notice. Fushiguro could see the worry in the mans eyes as he bites his lip in sympathy before telling the two to spare a moment for the so called strongest sorcerer who was now on his knees for only one person.

"We saw them being followed by a cursed spirit but they led Y/N to a trap." Megumi briefly explains as Gojo could only spare him a nod as your eyes would flutter once a while as the three students let them be.

"I warned you, didn't I?" He says, a low whisper as your hand weakly reach for his blindfold while Gojo's own rhythm of a heartbeat began to ache. Once he felt how you raised it with a cough of blood spoiling his uniform as his expression grow more frantic with every second.

"Hey there, pretty. You mind staying with me for a little longer?" He asked as if your ears were as attentive as it were before when his eyes stared back at your dazed ones. You didn't respond which was troubling him, what more was that your hand immediately dropped to your chest when he finally looked at you. A shakey sigh leaves Gojo while he rose, ready to fly you anywhere as long as you promised to stay.

"A little more please, can you do that for me?" He begs of you but instead, your head fell unconsciously in his arms with the threat of your eyes to close before he could ever look at you again, not too mention the flow of blood that came from your stomach that didn't seem to stop. He hasn't had the confidence to look at your body before because the fear on Megumi's face made him certain of how the damage had been rough on you. Up this close, he can see two massive wounds to your lower body as well as scratches on your forearms with some bruises on your wrist, hinting how their grasp on you was too strong compared to someone who was powerless.

The hue of his eyes appear to be less saturated than before and for the first time in the life of the honored sorcerer, his heart was irreparable and no amount of technique can reverse the way love his love for you had been the fault for your end.

Unknown to his own senses, his tears fall to your cheek as he pulls you closer like an embrace that didn't bring him his usual amount of comfort.

"Satoru, stop messing around!" You said as he spun you around, tight arms around his neck as he flew in the air, not bothering to listen to your protests of putting you down.

"I won't let you go, how could I ever do that to you?" He assures you, with his own arms tied to your waist with a bright smile on his face.

"And if I fall?" You asked him, glancing at the heights below you but Gojo only tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as you looked at him with the sun in your eyes since two lovers were up in the sky to reach for the clouds.

"I'll be there to save you."

But where was he when you fell from the skyscrapers?

"You hate me, I'm sure." He says biting his lip in agony as he buries his head to your chest, silent sobs and unsteady breaths coming from the sorcerer.

"I love you so much." Satoru breathlessly said. The head that was once on your chest began to move away when he heard nothing more than the silence that came from your heart. They were out to get you, how stupid was he to let you out of his sight just for a second? Maybe then he could've danced with you one more time, up in the sky for the two of you to conquer the heights of being in love.

"I'm so sorry, darling." He then kisses the side of your lip as his feet met in contact with the floor as the rest of the Jujutsu tech as Shoko lets out a saddened sigh.

"Wait for me okay? I'm not done loving you yet." He whispers to you one last time while he hands you over to Shoko as Megumi spares him a glance to notice how wretched his mentor looked.

"I have some things to do." Gojo announces, withstanding the grief to plot revenge to the ones who took you away from him as the rest didn't bother to object knowing there was no possible way to stop a man who had lost the love of his life in revenging your death. He disappears in a split second as the rest of the students didn't notice the tears that kept flowing from the person they look up to.

How can he be the strongest when he failed to protect his only weakness?

Until then, Gojo Satoru could only look at the sky to remember you since his infinity that he swore was to be spent with you died in his arms along with his lover.

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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━ submissives and overstimulation

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, midoriya izuku, and kirishima eijirou

GENRE: smut

TAGS: overstimulation (male receiving), slight bdsm, oral, penetration, pegging, submissive males 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: my first bnha fic please-! i missed bnha so i rewatched a couple of eps of s4 and i got an idea-- a sinful one anyway-

━ bakugou ♡

surprisingly submissive. you both know he can throw you off him if he wants to but bakugou lives for the dominance that oozes out of you. 

a kinky piece of shit 

in the moment, he has absolutely no filter and is a fucking brat about it, hips jerking and moans loud as fuck that after you two finish, his voice is all scratchy and raw. 

but when you two are finished, he will get all embarrassed and angry if you comment about it like he wasn’t the one humping you like a dog. 

overstimulating katsuki is always so fun! 

bakugou growls whenever you two do something sexual but after a bit, it slowly turns into broken whimpers and you take pride on that.

his voice is just so fucking heavenly, his dick heavy in your mouth, and he taste absolutely delicious. 

one of the reasons you love giving him head is his cum. his cum just taste so amazing. there’s a hint of sweetness to it that gets you hooked and keeps you wanting more. 

so when it’s the 3rd time he came in your mouth, his voice is all raspy and raw and his body jerking nonstop but did you stop? nope. 

he’s too fun to tease to stop~ 

“f-fuck, (y/n)! don’t... s-stop--!” bakugou gasping through his 3rd orgasm for the night, body all sweaty and sensitive, as he felt you swirling your tongue around his dick’s sensitive head. 

you let of his cock for a moment, a lewd pop echoing in the room along with bakugou’s heavy pants. you smirked up at him, your hand encasing around his spent cock and rubbed him softly. it gained you a broken groan and a full on shudder, hips not knowing whether to lean away from your touch or thrust into your hand. 

“do you really want to stop, katsuki?” you asked, taking the reddening head of his dick into your mouth and licking around it gently but even that was too much for bakugou

“j-just-- let me breathe a second... geez, woman--” he groaned out and sighed in relief when he felt you stop though you didn’t remove him from your mouth. bakugou closed his eyes, breathing heavily and trying to calm his rapid heart. but then he felt a harsh suck making his eyes snap open in surprise and sensitivity and looked down at you with wide blown red eyes. 

“s-shit” his eyes rolled back to his head when you started taking more of him, your pace getting faster with each moment.

guess he just has to cum again, not that he’s really complaining. 

━ todoroki ♡

todoroki is a brat. thank you for coming to my tedtalk. but seriously though, he really is. he likes getting on your nerves and testing you and your patience as he tries out different things to get you to punish him. oomf--

he likes seeing you angry and getting punishments. his favorite is over-stimulation and orgasm denial, either is fine but over-stimulation has a special place in his heart~ 

he is a masochist. periodt. 

you don’t really like hurting him or call him degrading names cus you just wanna love him and kiss every inch of his body but shouto has different plans from you. 

and as time pass, you kinda got used to it but never really full on be dominant and sadistic on him.

so when you snapped one day, it lowkey scared him but damn, the punishment was amazing. 100000/10 todoroki will repeat again.

ngl though, shouto loves your aftercare more than any kinky shit you two tried. even if his masochistic side just wants you to leave him aching and covered with cum and sweat as he feels so worthless like a used sex doll, your aftercare was everything. 

it grew on you too, seeing him all bruised up and messy with cum and all sort of fluids raised a sick obsession in you. 

just imagining the big powerful pro-hero tied up in your bed and letting you do anything to him was making you horny. 

bratty masochist! todoroki is one hell of a ride. literally. 

ragged breaths escaped you as you stared down at the male beneath you. todoroki moaning at the pleasure, his hips trying to match yours but it was a little difficult with all the restrains you have on him. the burning ache on his wrists and arms being tied to the bedpost for who knows how long as the build up for his 4th orgasm made him dizzy. 

you bounced on his lap, feeling his large cock twitching inside you as it threatened to fill you up once again with his thick cum. over the haze of pleasure, you continued to watch your boyfriend get lost in the pleasure with his mouth open as a thin line of spit trailed down to his chin. 

growling when you felt him cum again as you ride him through his 4th orgasm, letting your hands fall down to his bruised chest and scratched him, leaving angry red lines on his marked up torso. 

todoroki groaned at the pain, hips frantically thrusting up to you and letting the overwhelming pleasure flood his entire body. broken moans and curses escaped the man when your thrust didn’t faltered even after his orgasm. 

“if you think we’re finish here then you’re absolutely wrong, you fucking whore. we’re only gonna stop if you make me cum, got that. you’re nothing more than a useless fuck toy.” you spat out, gripping his chin to make him look at you. todoroki’s half-lidded and fucked out eyes stared at you, letting out moans in between words. 

“yes-... u-use me more, m-mistress--” 

━ midoriya ♡

this boy is one whiny mofo-- goodluck 

midoriya may seem innocent but do not be fooled, he’s a sinful one. he may act all cute and stuff like that but when you two are alone, he will jump your bones like it’s no one’s business. 

he completely trusts you so you two try all sorts of kinks even if the other is unsure. it’s not gonna hurt to try. 

one kink he never knew he’ll have is pegging and you’re damn good at it. midoriya just can’t believe how well you just swirl your hips around making the dildo hit every spot in his walls that makes him see stars.

he’s really not afraid to be vocal and try all sort of things so sex is verryyy interesting. 

everytime you fuck midoriya into oblivion with a strap on, expect him to cum multiple times until he can’t anymore. he’s super sensitive too so yeah. 

midoriya cries when he’s sensitive but goddamn he looks so pretty like that. 

tears spilling down his freckled cheeks, his lips swollen, and his muscles contracting from the immense pleasure you keep giving him. 

he’s a greedy man though, even if he came multiple times he still gets soooo needy. loving the pain over-stimulation comes with. 

you love seeing the number one hero putty in your hands~ 

sounds of skin slapping and midoriya’s loud moans filled the room, your tiring hips started to get slower making the man beneath you whine at the decreasing pleasure. you clicked your tongue at that, stopping completely and leaned closer to midoriya, your chest pressed against his strong back while he heave heavy breaths. 

“s-sweets.. please m-move” he whined, grinding his ass to your strap-on and arched his back as he tried to get you to continue while he leaned against the pillow next to his head. his cock hanging between his thick thighs, cum spilling down his skin and to the blankets beneath him. he was still hard like he just didn’t cum 3 times already. 

you bit the broken skin on his neck as midoriya moaned at your sharp teeth sinking into his skin and arched his back even more, grasping the blankets. 

“good boys should take what they are given. no asking for more or less.” you said, hands moving to his chest as you thumb his nipples making him jerk his hips back and a hoarse moan escaping him. 

you started to move your hips again while one of your hands went to his thick cock, pumping him with the same pace as your thrusts, and midoriya’s eyes rolled back to his head, loud broken moans escaping him. 

you leaned away and pushed his head against the pillows, muffling his screams as you quicken your thrust. the strap-on hitting his prostate head on. 

“let’s see how many times you can cum before you pass out, izu~” 

━ kirishima ♡

red riot is a switch but leaning more into the dom side but this sweet boy loves getting praises and lives to please you. he will do everything in his power to make you satisfied and know that you are contented.

even when subbing, there’s still a hint of dominance to him. but! if you overstimulate him, his mind just melts and all thoughts and rationality flies out the window. 

his reactions are also so fucking yummy~ teeth gritting together, sharp inhales, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and hands gripping the covers of your bed as his quirk threatening to activate and just tear through the cloth.

i said it once and i’ll say it again, kirishima lives for praises. 

so please praise him. 

he’s also soooo sensitive. because when he was a teenage, he barely touched himself with how hectic UA was but when he finally had time and you came along, his libido just skyrocketed! 

at first, he cums way to early but do not fret, kiri will never never leave you unsatisfied. 

his oral techniques are top tier. you can’t change my mind. 

kirishima also is pretty quiet with just loud grunts and groans but when he already came multiple times, he really goes feral. 

he keeps on chasing the pleasure even though it probably hurts with all the sensitivity he’s feeling. 

his moans are broken and it only gets louder at that point. 

“baby girl, ahh- fuck--! you feel so good-” kirishima groans out, mouth open and showing those sharp teeth of his that you oddly had some weird fixation with. you looked at his lips, it was red and tender, as his teeth peaked out. you rolled your hips when you heard his small whine as your hand went to his mouth. shoving two fingers in his mouth, playing with his tongue that eagerly met your fingers. 

feeling his cock twitch inside you, you smirked down at the fucked out expression the man was giving you. you pressed down to his throat making him gag but his thrust never faltered and only quicken at your action.

“you look so fucking amazing, eijirou~” 

at your praise, his hips jerked and a loud moan followed it, a bit muffled by your fingers. riding him, you moaned at the pleasure he gave you as kirishima’s thick cock nudged your g-spot. 

the red-haired male groaned loudly around your fingers when he felt you clench around him, your velvety walls tight and warm as you rip an unexpected orgasm from him. 

hips jerking wildly when he suddenly came, pleasure coursing through his veins. a pathetic whimper escaping him when you continued to ride him. the sensitivity brought tears to his eyes but he didn’t stop you, body jerking when pain and pleasure hit him. 

“i wanna see you cum again, ei~” 

[summerdazed]

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I would like to hear more horny on the sushi and bird men.

If you have the time and energy that is

Okay so I was just thinking about posting some of the stuff I wrote yesterday so this is perfect!

Warning I’m bad with names and these headcanons will contain trigging materials to some cause these fuckers are crazy

Okie so first up is the love of my life, 244

Something about 244 screams tease to me. I don’t know why but I could see him as the type to run his hand down your thigh a little too close to the place you’re just absolutely dying for his hands to touch

Let’s be real here, birdie is a busy man and y’all are gonna have quickies most of the time or you probably won’t be getting any dick for awhile

He doesn’t exactly strike me as someone that would have sex wide out in the open, I could see him having semi-public sex or maybe just in places you could almost definitely get caught

Oh! This is slightly indulgent but imagine getting caught and he just keeps drilling into you

Bird brain is also skilled with his hands. Probably not as much as Sushi but he definitely knows just what to do to make you scream his name

You have a collar with his name on it. That is all.

Again this is indulgent but wearing 244’s shirt after sex? Are you just asking for a round two? (Ngl that shirt looks mad luxurious and if you know that reference I’ll love for forever)

We can all agree that he’s rather private cause he kinda has to be. Because of that I don’t really see him allowing near his cool ass office that we see in the newer chapters, however, if you happen to pop in one day he’s pushing you against that big ass window and fucking you. Especially if your afraid of heights like that cause he likes the way you clench around him.

Really not that horny in comparison but I could see him buying you pretty clothes and lingerie regardless of sex. Now I can’t really say that he takes you on many date cause he’s busy but if you wanna make this typically calm man hot under the collar wear the clothes and lingerie out. You’ll definitely be getting dicked down that night. I don’t make the rules.

I would say he cares a little bit more about your pleasure than Sushi would but if you happen to piss him off or he’s feeling particularly irritating that night, he’s not gonna let you cum OR he’s ruining every orgasm you have

Depending on how long you’ve known him or what your connects are, you might, big on might, know his real name. I can’t imagine this man hears it a lot in his day to day life but if you happened to moan it in his ear while no one else is around? Let’s just say you’re going to be awfully sore the next day.

Overall, I see Birdie as a relatively fun yet interesting lover. He definitely takes the time to learn your body and see what makes you tick.

Then again I’m bias cause I would let this man do whatever he wants to me for a singular corn chip

Well Sushi (who’s name I still cannot remember to spell)

He’s an interesting case really. He either is with you cause it makes him look good or he actually likes you. Depending on the situation, how he treats you will be different.

If he is just with you cause you make him look good, well then your pleasure is completely thrown out the window. You might as well be a flesh light lmao

Now if he likes you to a certain extent, I still don’t see you pleasure as a priority sometimes but he’s going to make sure you scream his name till your throat is raw.

Idk if y’all know this or not but with certain knives you can just use the very tip to cut through things like butter. Especially if they’re sharp. And I know y’all are like “duh summer that’s the point of knives” but I’m specifically talking about thin bladed knives that are really, really sharp. Sushi has carved his name into you before.

Likes seeing tears streaming down your face. Will specifically make you wear something like mascara or whatever to accentuate it

Has let you cockwarm him during his little meeting things with his company. Doesn’t let you do it again cause 244 made a comment about it. (That perceptive bastard!) He totally was jealous of it.

I just know he’s extremely possessive. Maybe not breathing down your neck but he definitely knows where you are at all times.

Buys you whatever you want but everything comes with a price. If you want the newest game or whatever you may just have to get fucked senseless for it. Definitely takes you on shopping sprees and makes you pick out and outfit to be fucked in later

I’d say he’s already pretty rough but if you ask him to be rougher and really manhandle you? He almost loses it. You ain’t walking tomorrow. And you sure ain’t gonna be awake by the end of it

Tbh being Sharkie’s partner is definitely something else. You pretty much have the world at your fingertips yet it seems like you can only ever get anything by giving up your body to him. Deep down, I think he probably cares a lot but tbh he’s never been gentle in his life

Y’all might be surprised, or not, but for my bonus round I wanna talk about the ever darling Wangguk

I want to make it well known that this man has my heart and he’s absolutely a darling lover except for one thing

He has no experience. Hell, y’all saw him he has no game either. Definitely doesn’t really seem out dating for a long time. However if you wormed you way into his heart, he wouldn’t just shut you out.

Blushy when it comes to touching. Probably takes his time with foreplay cause he wants to make sure y’all both have a good time.

Learns your body like the back of his hand. Cheeks were bright red when you moaned out his name cause he mad you cum with just his fingers.

Probably doesn’t do anything with oral whether than be giving or receiving.

Honestly, after you get him to open up he’s the absolute sweetest.

Well, not perfect by not bad. Y’all obviously know who I think about a lot just because of the lengths of each one lmao. Never really thought the first few things I wrote on tumblr would be horny thoughts so yea. Hope y’all enjoy and please add on cause I’m curious about what y’all think too!