#I’m not joking when I say I think they grow them in the garden in the Underworld

[delespresso]

WHERE BLOSSOMS BLOOM ━━ Fiyero x fem!reader

author's note; not exactly like elphaba (i didnt rlly wanna copy entirely) but i try hehe, took a bit from the real scene. also, part two coming?? 👀

prompts; “You’re the risk, I’m gonna take it.”

summary; fiyero always wants his best friend to bloom, but he realised he didn't want to miss it either

━━ ☄. *. ⋆

Fiyero Tigelaar was not the kind to think too much. He preferred to just glide through his days, remaining as carefree as ever.

But he wasn't an idiot. And he definitely wasn't blind.

When he met her in the garden in Shiz, while she was perfecting some technique that Morrible taught her, he knew she was different. She could grow flowers from a simple touch, creating the most beautiful of plants without even planting a seed.

She was magical. And she was beautiful.

Morrible wasn't the only one taken with her, albeit for a different reason. Fiyero found himself constantly within her vicinity, drawn to her in an inexplicable way.

He became a constant presence around her, sometimes bringing her a bouquet of sticks as a little joke, knowing she can grow the flowers as she liked. It became an inside joke, a little side project for them both — he went looking for broken branches and sticks with leaves but no flowers, and she'd grow them at will.

"You haven't done peonies," he commented one day as they were outside in a secluded corner of the university field, under a tree.

She was sitting against the bark, a book in her lap about magic from Morrible's own shelf. Fiyero was coming back from a bush, holding up another stray branch for her.

She laughed then, accepting it from him.

"My dorm is becoming a jungle," she mused.

"Then I'll keep some in mine," he shrugged, before urging again; "peonies."

The smile on her face was enough to make his typical cheeky and charming self soften into something more genuine. There was something about her that felt bright, warm — like a new bloom in spring.

She let her fingers gently glide along the small branch, intending deep in her mind and heart for it to bloom into a peony. It sure did — a beautiful, vibrant blue one.

"To match your eyes," she commented with a smile as she tucked it in his breast pocket.

He never let that peony go from that day onwards. It was an ever present part of his attire, always in his breast pocket. He quickly discovered whatever she grew, never wilted. It just remained as alive as ever, real long-lasting flowers.

She'd wanted to do something more. To grow something bigger. Or something with more flowers. She wanted to push the limits of her power, find out how far she could go.

Especially after another session with Morrible who told her about the Wizard. Meeting the Wizard was always a dream of hers since she was a child. Honestly, who in Oz didn't want to? But Morrible did say if she wanted to meet the Wizard, she should prove herself. Be better.

So that's what she was aiming to do. But, naturally, she didn't go alone.

She found Fiyero with some other students as he talked at them, because everyone wants to listen to the Winkie Prince. She was amused, but she couldn't let it prolong. So she went over and politely dragged him away from the others.

“Where to, flower?” Fiyero asked with a smile as he willingly went off with her.

“Forest. I have homework.”

His brows furrowed as he looked down at her, a little confused at the situation.

“You want to do homework in the forest?” he repeated, checking if he was correct.

She looked up at him, still linking their arms together as she led him out of the campus gates and towards the treeline. The only response he got was a smile and nod.

He chuckled at how nonchalant she was. He was curious, but by now he learned not to question it. That was exactly how their dynamics ran. Their. . . friendship. Best friendship.

Yeah. Just that.

She was trying to find a nice spot. He'd moved his arm so he could hold her hand instead, making it easier for them to navigate the terrain. Eventually she seemed satisfied with what she found, a small area by a little pond surrounded by bushes.

She led him to it, making them put their bookbags down on the grass before she knelt down by the pond. He might still be lost as to why they were here, but he was always one to go with the flow. So he took off his blazer and set it carefully over their bags, before coming to join her side.

“Morrible wrote a letter to the Wizard,” she finally informed.

With a smile full of hope, she looked over at him.

“She thinks I have a chance to meet him. But of course, I still have to be better. Prove myself worthy,” she continued.

He gave her his full attention as she talked, his eyes locked on her the whole time. Something bloomed in his chest as he saw how hopeful and excited she looked, like a child finally getting what they wanted.

“You're more than worthy,” he said softly.

She met his gaze, her smile so genuine and bright that Fiyero was certain she was the embodiment of the sun itself.

“I wanted to try something. Experiment some more,” she explained why they were there in the first place.

So Fiyero sat right there with her, keeping her company and giving encouragement as she tried multiple tricks. Trying to do bigger and better things. She often got frustrated when it didn't work, but he was always there to reassure her.

Like some kind of angel on her shoulder all the time.

It felt like a dream.

They were at the train station, a lot of her classmates seeing her off as she waited for the bullet train.

The Wizard had invited her to the Emerald City to see him — an absolute dream come true.

She was happy. Why wouldn't she be? This was what she's always wanted, everything she's worked for. To meet the Wizard and be his apprentice. To make Oz an even better place than it was.

Dreams, dreams, dreams.

Except something was missing. She looked around the platform, trying to find a pair of familiar blue eyes but they were absent. It didn't feel right to leave if she didn't see him first. She didn't even see him at Shiz earlier.

It was almost as if he was avoiding her.

Until she heard some thudding footsteps on the platform coming up behind her, making her turn her head and finally — there he was.

“No, I'm not late,” Fiyero spoke before she could even greet him. “I'm a prince, everyone's always arriving before me.”

She raised her brows in amusement, looking up at him knowingly. He had that usual charming persona again. The Winkie Prince everyone adored. But she knew better.

“Of course,” she went with it anyway.

They both simply chuckled together, standing in front of another with an odd sense of understanding. She was going off, chasing her dreams. They both knew this.

“You're going to do wonderful things, flower,” he said softly.

His eyes were looking at her like she was the only thing in existence at the moment. He was looking at his best friend like nothing else mattered. She was almost sure she saw a hint of longing there already, and she hadn't even left.

“Here's hoping,” she nodded with a soft smile.

“No, I know it,” he assured. “You're a remarkable person, you know?”

She gazed up at him with a gentle smile. Her eyes shone with something unspoken. She had so much she wanted to say before she left. She didn't even know how long it'd be until they saw each other again.

She suddenly wanted more time.

“It'll be different without you.”

She didn't quite expect him to be the one to admit that first. She knows. But she couldn't quite say it.

“You'll be fine. You've got the entirety of Shiz wrapped around your pinky,” she smiled softly.

Though it was more bittersweet than the usual bright ones that lit up even the darkest days. He noticed — he always would.

“They are,” he admitted, forcing a chuckle.

“None of them are you though.”

Her heart fluttered. His addition was so casual, but she could tell he wasn't just being charming as he always was. He was being sincere. He didn't think they compared to her. Not a single one.

She opened her mouth to speak, but then the train conductor called out for the passenger to board.

“Go,” he urged, giving her a smile when her head turned back to him instead of the train.

“Do what you do best. Bloom,” he said earnestly, reaching out to put a flower in her hair — the blue peony he'd been holding onto so dearly.

She nodded, about to step forward. She wanted to do something. One last thing. But instead she smiled, wishing him goodbye for now and got onto the train.

Fiyero stayed, watching her go. She was standing by the doorway of the train, waving everyone goodbye as it started a slow departure.

Her eyes were mainly on him though, a million unspoken words between them. He put his hands in his pocket, and only then did he realise he'd forgotten something.

“Wait!”

He jogged to get to her before the train could get past the platform, holding out a piece of paper. She held onto the railing, taking it from him.

“Keep it,” he said simply.

She unfolded the paper, finding it to be a drawing. She never realised he drew. It was a clear, pretty detailed drawing of her in pencil. It was probably from the day they were in the forest, when she was trying to do bigger tricks with her powers. There was a note in his familiar writing at the bottom;

'I hope you never stop blooming, wherever you find yourself to be — Your Fiyero'

She looked up, catching his eyes again.

Now or never.

“Come with me!”

Fiyero's eyes widened, before he jogged a little further to get closer to her. He was sure he heard wrong. She couldn't be asking that of him. Right?

“C'mon! You'll miss it,” she urged, holding a hand out.

They were inches away from the end of the platform. Inches away from her going away to the Emerald City indefinitely.

Fiyero hesitated. This was her dream. He'd never considered meeting the Wizard, not once. But he was starting to realise — he'd do just about anything for her.

Going off with her now was a risk. It could go badly, but then again, since when did he stress over rules?

He sped up, reaching out to grab her hand and letting her help him as he jumped right into the train. She nearly fell back when he jumped, both of them stumbling in.

His arms were quick to grab her, wrapping around her waist and keeping her close as he raised a hand to keep them both standing by holding onto a railing. Her own hands gripped onto his jacket, a laugh leaving her as she realised he just took that leap.

“I'll say, I didn't think you'd do it,” she admitted.

They were still flush against one another. Not that either of them minded.

His lips curved into a smile, almost flirtatious as he held her close like that.

“You underestimate what I'd do for you.”

She couldn't help it — she beamed up at him, feeling oddly happier now. Seeing the Wizard was always her dream. It's just that today, something felt odd. Until now, the second he took that leap to join her.

Fiyero had always found her fascinating. He was intrigued with her powers, first. Then he got to know her, finding out the kind of person she was. Oddly enough, they mellowed each other out perfectly. A good balance of reckless and organised.

They were perfect together. In every sense. He'd never been scared about making moves before. Usually it'd only take hours before he was shooting his shot with someone.

Not her though. It's been months of pure friendship first, despite the obvious attraction. But as he stood here, holding her after doing what was possibly the craziest thing in his life — which was saying something because he's done a lot in his short lifetime — he realised he wanted more.

Just friends wasn't enough anymore.

His eyes were locked with hers. She didn't look or move away. Her smile remained, even as her gaze momentarily drifted to his lips. She was sending all the right signals on purpose.

So he wasn't throwing away his shot this time. One hand went up to cup her cheek, caressing the swell of it gently before leaning in. A second's pause, just in case she changes her mind — she didn't.

His lips met hers sweetly. Finally. He kissed her like he was handling the most precious cargo, soft and slow yet they could both feel all the yearning that's been burning like a candle all this while.

He knew then and there; she was certainly a risk worth taking.

“I'll follow you anywhere, flower.”

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[spoofyleaf]

Every weed I pick away from my plants serves as a reminder that I am caring after vegetation that I will one day harvest and feed to those I care about

I need you guys to know how proud I am about the zucchini’s I’m growing. They’re gettin big >:)

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

fem plus size mutant!reader, wc: 664.

a/n: OH ME OH MY!!! i haven't written for a new character in so long! it's so refreshing!! forgive me if logan is a bit ooc and a lot of things probably don't make sense, i'm still in the process of watching the movies so i tried to keep things as vague as possibly aside from the spoilers i've been given! i have fallen so deeply in love with this man so he will definitely be making an apperance on this acc more! ty for your request! @hicanivent

You never thought in all your years of living, you would be the one thing that managed to scare away Logan, and all it took was a kiss.

Maybe it was your fault or possibly the tension that had surrounded the two of you since you had joined the mutant school as another professor.

Either way, what was done is done, and you couldn’t sleep.

You stared up at your roof which was decorated with all sorts of plant vines. Though you were a mutant as well, your ability was minor. You were able to manipulate plants; you could make them move, grow, or wilt. It was nothing too impressive, but the children enjoyed your gardening class.

Gardening wasn’t the only thing you taught, there was also the history of different herbs and species of plants and how they were used throughout time. 

That’s where your dilemma of insomnia lies. With an aching heart and an active brain, essays sat delicately on your desk in your classroom, and you were contemplating on whether or not you should just grade them. The kids weren’t expecting them back anytime soon, but what else were you to do?

A part of you is afraid that maybe you’ll run into Logan stalking through the halls like he does sometimes when his brain gets too loud. It was like he always had something to run from, and somehow he’d always find himself knocking on your door at all hours of the night. Sometimes he wouldn’t even talk, just sit there and find comfort in your presence.

You weren’t ashamed to say that you’re worried about him, but Logan was probably the most stubborn man you had ever met, so if he didn’t want to do something, you couldn’t force him. Sometimes you wish you could.

You threw your blankets off of your body, sitting on the edge of the bed and held your head in your hands. You felt the exhaustion seeping into your bones and you let out a prolonged sigh.

A hesitant knock on your door pulled you out of your tired stupor, your head shooting up in alarm.

You honestly thought it was one of the kids, definitely not a very shaken up looking Logan.

A very bitter part of you wanted to turn him away, but a very extremely soft part of you – the part that was in love with him – led you to open up the door wider with a small encouraging smile on your face.

He looked unsure for a moment before breaking through the threshold. 

“I’m sorry.”  Was the first thing he had said before you even had a chance to turn around after shutting the door.

He was standing in the middle of your room, the midnight glow shining through your window casted an enchanting shadow against the naked skin of his arms that was exposed by his classic plain white undershirt. 

You don’t know how you managed to speak through the dryness of your throat.

“It’s okay.” You spoke quietly, looking up at him through tired eyes. “No it’s not.” He denied. You approached him slowly before you cupped his cheek. “But Logan, it is.”

Your words had a plethora of meanings behind them, that you forgive him, that you were waiting until he was ready. 

You stare at each other for a moment, his large battle worn hands rest on the plumpness of your hips, and the supernatural warmth of his body sends a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“If I kiss you, are you going to run away again?” You joke, breaking the intense atmosphere. 

A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips ever so slightly. “Nah, I think I’ll stick around this time.”

Logan doesn’t give you time to retort because he had already found himself kissing you, the scruff of his mutton chops scratching at your cheeks ever so slightly. It tickled and you giggled, smiling into his mouth.

You felt him smile too.

[awrkive]

Hi dee!! Im in a bit of a reading drought lately I feel like I read every good fic on here, my favourite manhwa is on a hiatus and I cannot fucking figure out ao3 all I see is about ot7 and hybrids but I’m a chill guy I’m not into alphas or harems (no judging whatsoever I my self might look into that in the near future heh😼) Do you have any recommendations on ao3/wattpad? It can be on here too I dont mind but I’ve probably read it lol. Maybe awrkive nation also has recommendations??

I mostly read for jk and tae yoongi as well but I’m open to whatever if the writing is good!!

Ps I already follow your rec account so yup

hiii!!! i feel you smmm i also feel like ive already read all the good fics here 😭 unfortunately i dont read on wattpad, and its been really really long since i visited ao3 for a fic and tbh i havent been reading a lot of fanfictions at all im so sorry </3 whats on my rec page are all my current reads </3

but off the top of my head i can list u these fics that ive read on ao3 like yearssss ago (these fics are old as hell im sorry if ur looking for more recent ones as i said i gen havent been reading a lot of ffs at all on any platform) 😭

arranged (hobi x freader) by obiwrites - idk if i have ever mentioned it here but miss obi is my favorite fanfic writer of all time easily top 3 best bts x reader writer OF ALL TIME AND SHES NOT TOP 2ND OR 3RD!!!!!!!!!!!!! hall of famer in everybody's hearts i dont make the rules and arranged is her best fic and best bts x reader fanfic of all time its true u ask every army and ther mamas that existed from 2018 to 2020 out there thats gonna be their answer. unfortunately she has privated almost all of her works now and u can only access some if u have an ao3 acc but arranged is still up there!

bound (yoongi x freader) by obiwrites - this is an unfinished fic but i cant not mention it 😭😭😭 the tddup series (this and arranged) is my roman empire and it completely changed my brain chemistry this is not a joke. series stopped updating in 2021 and i still check it time to time like girl move on

crimson park (jk x freader) by heartbeatan - soo so freaking good. the plot twist made me put my phone down. so so well written and saur sexy ): i think about this jungkook and this oc all the time they are so yummers you would wish you were their third ):

devil's garden (tae x freader) by heartbeatan - its another unfinished fic im so sorry but its kind of like in the same universe as the fic above but its so good i didnt mind even if it was not completed ):

toys series by heartbeatan - series ft. ot7 but not poly. each part is with a member x (diff) fem reader (is it getting obvious that im a big fan of heartbeatan)

the lowlander (jk x oc) by foxymoxy - it deals with a lot of heavy themes so make sure to proceed with utmost caution. but trust me when i say it is very well written. the whole worldbuilding ate so bad miss foxy is a genius. also the rest of her stuff is really good so make sure to check them out as well!

growing pains (jk x freader) by univsa - honestly u should check out all of her works!!!!! such a talented writer but this fic in particular nearly put me on sewercide watch it was so angsty

the devil skates on thin ice (yoongi x freader) by seokeros - miss ivory was on tumblr before but im not sure if she still has her works here and if uve come across them but her stuff is still on ao3 if ur interested in checking it out

a ticket to the sun (yoongi xfreader) by seokeros - highly highly recommended!!! i cried ):

until you make it (joon x freader) by versigny - so freaking cute i nearly died. the writer also has a huuuge bts masterlist so make sure to check them out!

the wedding arrangement (joon x freader) by sugalights - u need to have an ao3 acc to access their works first of all. but yeh this fic quite literally changed my life

im sorry for the lack of tae fics in this but i gen dont rmr any tae fics i read on ao3, only on tumblr 😭 if ur not familiar with @/prolixitae on tumblr, she wrote my most fave tae fic ever which is called "fate of the fast and furious" and make sure to check out the drabbles and extras about the couple as well!!!

these are just some of my favorites that i can still remember.. sorry if the list is saur short hope u enjoy reading them nonetheless!! (im sure u will... these writers are some of the best to ever do it <<<3)

also if some of u guys have more recs from ao3 feel free to drop them on the reply section!!!!!

[theemissuniverse]

I love your writing! I saw that your requests were open do to mind doing Johnny Cage x reader? (Gender is your choice) like reader is a god/goddess and somehow falls in love with an earthrealmer?

“TOO CLOSE TO THE HEART” JOHNNY CAGE X GODDESS!READER

A/N : surprisingly this is my first Johnny fic lmao. Also a little bit of info the goddess is of nature and virtue

WARNINGS ; none

MASTERLIST

Johnny was a ladies man. Usually he turned on the charm for every woman. But then he met you and his sole attention was on you.

You’ve told him time and time again that you did not mingle with mortals but he didn’t give up.

Johnny often flirted with you but not like how he usually flirted with women. He still kept it respectful because at the end of the day- you were a goddess.

Usually you were able to not fall for his advances but this time you couldn’t resist.

You were in your garden and helped your pretty flowers blossom. You looked over to your left and saw Johnny looking upset with a flower pot. He was sitting at a picnic table.

The flower pot held a flower that was barley alive.

You were quite concerned for Johnny. He was usually full of light but he looked really upset.

You walked over to him and sat down next to him. “What’s the matter? Someone make fun of one of your films?” You chose to joke.

Johnny sighed. The joke didn’t hit with him. You now were extremely worried. He scratched the back of his neck and he passed you the dying flower. “I know how much you like flowers so I was trying to grow one myself for you but…taking care of a flower is a lot harder than I thought.”

Something about this notion was incredibly thoughtful. You were the Goddess of Nature. Flowers were your everything. So, for Johnny trying to bloom one for you melted your heart. It meant he did care about the things you cared about.

You took the pot. “Lucky for you, I am Goddess of all things nature so…” You used your power and the flower started to regenerate into a healthy golden tone. “It’s all healed.”

Johnny smiled at what you did. “That’s pretty cool that you can do that.”

“Oh really? Because what I heard from Kung Lao, you thought it was pretty lame.”

“Well-that was before I got to know you and now I think it’s kick ass.” Johnny stated. You chuckled a little.

You then thought of something. “Why did you do this or try to do this for me any way?”

Johnny gave you a look like it was obvious. “Come on, doll. Don’t be naive. You know I like you.” He sighed a little. “But you don’t got a thing for mortals so I probably should just leave it be.”

You watched as Johnny was about to stand up from the table. You grabbed his arm and made him sit back down. “You are sweet…when you want to be Johnny and it’s not that I don’t want to but it’s unrealistic to be with you. I am immortal. One day, you’ll die.”

“Hey, I’d be one lucky old man to have you on my death bed and you’ll still look that good.”

You shook your head slightly. “I have a lot of responsibilities. We can’t be together twenty four seven.”

“And I’m a hot shot director now. Same here.” Johnny could see that you were starting to get convinced so he took your hands in his. “Come on! One shot. That’s all I’m asking, babe.”

You thought about it. Johnny had been showing relentless interest in you. And after the flower thing, you couldn’t help but say yes. “Alright. We’ll give it a shot.” Johnny fist pumped the air and you rolled your eyes playfully.

Your eyes glowed a bright green. (Because of your Goddess nature.) Johnny tilted his head as he stared into them. “Say, how do you walk out in public with your eyes like that?”

“I don’t.” You stated simply and your eyes changed to your human eye color. Johnny blinked his eyes in shock as he saw them. “Wow. You should wear your eyes like that more often.”

You return your eyes back to their God like nature. “You don’t like my eyes, Johnny?”

“Nah. You look hot either way, babe.” Johnny leaned in to give you a kiss but you placed a finger on his lips.

“In time I will see if you are worthy of that.”

“You know I like a challenge.”

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 5: PREGNANCY Kyoraku Shunsui 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: @the-witch-of-one-piece ➡ Hello my beautiful soul sister!!! Ahh I’m so excited for this kinktober! I raced into your inbox trying to calm down my feral kink coming out of me 😂😂 if it’s okay to request Shunsui with a fem reader for day 5 pregnancy! This man would be the best soon to be daddy 🥺💜🛐 thank you so much my beautiful soul sister!!! TE AMO MUCHO !!!!!!! ➡ también te amo mucho my soul sister! 💖 tw: mdni. pregnancy kink. reader IS pregnant. nipple play. semi public sex. humping. vag sex. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The outcome of so many nights of passion showed beautiful in your body. The little bump growing strong and healthy, your anatomy changing, your mood somethings swinging.

You were preparing yourself, and the house, for the new life that would be there in some months. And while you did, the general captain of the Gotei 13 couldn’t help but praise you.

Sitting comfortably in the garden of the Shunsui manor, the soon to be dad enjoys a sip of his beloved sake. While you, comfortably enjoy gardening under a soft spring breeze. It was calmer than ever before, after all that had happened with the invasion none of you had time to be at peace for a long time.

“You are a goddess, my love” Kyoraku chimes, leaving the cup on a little table next to him.

“Shut up, you! I am getting fat, look…” you joke, you love more than anyone how beautiful your belly looks.

Shunsui stands up, sighing. He can’t let a queen think that way of herself. Walking a few steps towards you, he takes his hat in between his hands and bends over to where you are.

“I am not trying to be rude, so I will ask you to please excuse my language… but fat is how I get down there when I see you, miss” he murmurs, acting innocent despite saying such thing.

You leave the little gardening tool in your hand to look at him with your mouth open.

“Kyoraku Shunsui, would you mind watching your mouth in front of your baby?” you scold him, sweetly, while acting incensed at his words and caressing your belly.

He takes his hat to his naked chest in signs of being sorry, but all of a sudden he snatches in arms as if you where less heavy than a feather.

“Honey- what? What are you doing?!” you protest, while safe resting in his embrace.

“Listen here, the eyes you just gave me… you being pregnant, everything about you… ugh- believe me that the baby won’t tell for now” he says, walking calmly to the wooden swing you have in your garden.

Shunsui sits back, with you still in his arms. Despite your pregnancy he is way bigger than you in every sense.

He grunts and comfortably sits you over his lap. “Com’ere” he purrs, opening your yukata with absolutely no worries.

You are silent, but with a huge smirk on your face. You know what’s next and you want it so bad…

Shunsui seems to be gloating at how full your breasts are looking; pregnancy is making your body an experience he doesn’t want to miss; he wants to love you in every single stage of yourself.

“Allow me, before this belongs to someone else ~” he scoffs, while his hands cups one of your breasts and takes it to his lips.

You moan instantly after he plants the first kiss over your hard nipples. Everything has been feeling a lot more sensitive.

He sucks, slowly. He nibbles, kindly. He doesn’t want to hurt her precious wife nor coming baby.

Your back curls as he keeps playing, changing from breast to breast and sometimes burying his head in between them. His huge hand, lies on your warm back flesh, holding you for you to lie as comfortably as you please while he gives you pleasure.

You can’t help but begin to move back and forth, humping on his hardening crotch. You can feel his growth hitting against your core and in both cases getting wetter and needier. The motions of the swing also accompany yours, edging you two a state very close to climax.

“I…” you whine, urging your husband to fuck you. “Already? But what if I hurt you…?” he asks, knowing too well he won’t. Kyoraku Shunsui enjoys your begging for his dick. He wants you to plead to be penetrated and pleased.

Panting, reaching his lips with yours, needy… “please, fuck me… do it…”

“How do you ask properly, doll?” he asks back, already lifting your hip enough for his hakama pants to slide down.

You swallow. You have always called him “daddy” and now, it won’t be the exception; this time Shunsui deserves more than ever to be called that way.   

“Daddy, fuck me… please ~” you purr, letting your yukata to fall to the ground to show him in full display your beautiful “mommy” body.

He smirks, pleased. His hands first reach for your swollen belly, up and down and around your waist.

“Now, if I may… let daddy fuck you the way you deserve my sweet, beautiful mommy” “Nghh… deeper… go- deeper, daddy!” ~

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[morgana-larkin]

Hey hey hey I was wondering if I could do a request for everyone’s favorite nanny Chessy? I need to see more looove for her on this app (and just for Lisa Ann Walter in general 🥰)

Okay but my request is smutty af, I’m not sure if Chessy would be one to have a mommy kink but I was thinking about Chessy in her khaki pants (yk the iconic outfit) and the reader only in panties who grinds a wet spot onto Chessy’s khakis 🥵

Hi Anon! Ok so this took waaay longer than I thought it would but here it is! It’s smutty and fluffy 🥰. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: ‘Worth It’ fans for Melissa will be happy to hear that it’s in progress and I’m at 1000 words so far!

Her Company

Warnings: smut, lots of fluff

Words: 2.2k

You see the car pull in and see Hallie and Nick get out, followed by Chessy running out screaming and hugging her. You smile and shake your head at her actions as she can be a real goofball. You then see Chessy motioning for you to come over and you stop working on the grapevines and make your way over to her side.

“What’s up Chess?” You ask her when you reach them.

“Hal, you remember Y/n right?” Chessy asks Hallie and Hallie nods. “Well we kinda got into a relationship while you were at camp.” She says and you look at her curiously.

“What do you mean by kinda?” You ask her and she looks at you with a smile and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Congratulations to you both.” You hear Hallie say and then she goes to the house.

“I gotta get back to work.” You tell Chessy and she nods and holds your hands.

“I’ll see you later though right?” She asks you and you nod.

“Of course, go have fun with Hallie.” You tell her and she gives you a kiss before she goes to help Hallie unpack.

*A few hours later*

“I don’t know, she just seems different.” Chessy says as you’re listening to her ranting from her bed as she’s pacing around her room.

“Well she’s almost 12, Chess.” You tell her and she looks at you. “She’s growing up.” You add and she comes to sit beside you. You wrap an arm around her and rub her arm for comfort.

“I don’t like it.” She admits with a pout and you give her a kiss on the cheek.

“I know but that’s what kids do if you keep feeding them.” You joke and she chuckles.

“But there is something different about her, almost like she’s a different kid.” She says.

“Well who else could she be? I mean it’s not like she has a secret twin.” You tell her with a smile and she looks at you like she wants to say something but then closes her mouth before she does.

“You’re right, she’s just growing up.” She settles on and then you put your head on her shoulder and she wraps an arm around your waist. You pull your head up and kiss her and she kisses you back instantly. She puts a hand on your cheek and you put your hands on her neck and keep her close to you. “I love you.” She tells you as you both pull away for air.

“I love you too.” You immediately tell her and then you go back to kissing each other. She then pushes you back on the bed while still kissing you and you giggle at her actions.

*The next day*

You’re picking out grapes when you see Hallie burst through on her horse and run into the house. You shake your head at that and go back to working. Nick comes a few minutes later and sees you.

“Did Hal come here?” He asks you and you nod.

“Ya, she ran into the house.” You tell him and he thanks you before following after Hallie.

You see Chessy coming out a few minutes later and she looks to be crying. You take off your gardening gloves as she’s coming over to you and you immediately wrap her in a hug.

“Chess, what's wrong?” You ask her when she pulls away.

“Can I tell you something but you can’t tell anyone?” She asks you and you nod.

“Of course.” You immediately say.

“Remember how I was concerned that Hal was acting differently?” She begins and you nod. “Well the truth is I just found out that she’s not Hal.” She continues on and you look at her confused. “She actually does have a secret twin and Nick told us to never tell her but I guess they were sent to the same camp. And that girl in there is her twin named Annie.” She explains and you take a few seconds to process what she just told you.

“Oh, wow.” You say and she nods. “How are you feeling?” You ask her.

“I haven’t seen Annie since she was a baby, it’s so nice to see her again. I couldn’t help it and I hugged her while crying even with Nick right there.” She says and you chuckle. “She doesn’t want Nick to know, I think she came here to meet him.” She tells you and you nod.

“Well you know they’ll have to get switched back at some point so why not spend time with her while you can.” You tell her and she nods.

“Ya, I’m actually going to make some lunch now. Do you want to come keep me company?” She asks you and you nod.

“Sure, I’m certain Nick won’t care if I take a break.” You say with a smile and then she grabs your hand and leads you into the house.

You sit down at the counter but before she can start to make anything you hear a bell ringing and Meredith calling for Chessy. She looks at you confused and then walks to where they are, you follow after her.

“You rang?” Chessy says, voice covered with sarcasm and her trying not to laugh. Meredith then asks her for two martinis and you can tell Chessy is looking perplexed at Nick.

“Please Chess.” Nick says and she turns around and goes to the wine rack to make the martinis. You follow her to the kitchen and she gets the glasses and you burst out laughing and she turns around to look at you.

“I’m sorry but that was hilarious.” You say through giggles and she shakes her head at you with a smile.

“You are such a goof.” She says.

“Oh come on, I can tell you were trying not to laugh as well.” You tell her and she snorts.

“I’ll be right back.” She says as she goes to bring them the martinis. She comes back a minute later and then gets ready to make something to eat.

“Have I told you how good you look in that outfit?” You tell her and she smiles at you before going to kiss you on the lips. She deepens the kiss and cups your cheek.

“Well this is new.” You hear and immediately pull back from Chessy and you look to see Annie there.

“Hi Annie.” You say and she looks at Chessy.

“You told her?” She asks Chessy and Chessy nods.

“She’s my girlfriend and I needed to tell someone. I mean this is big, I haven’t seen you since you were a baby.” She says.

“So why are you here and how did you meet Hallie?” You ask her and she looks to make sure her dad isn’t around. “I wouldn’t worry about him, Ms fancy blonde is keeping him busy.” You tell her and she nods before taking a deep breath.

“I met Hallie at camp and we realised that we were twins after a little bit. Then we wondered what the other parent was like so we sort of… switched places.” She explains in her British accent.

“And I see you’re from London.” You ask and she nods. You, Chessy and Annie all continue talking for a little bit and then Annie leaves.

Chessy then finishes making food for everyone and prepares you and her a plate first.

“Eat up.” She tells you and then leans closer to you. “I have nothing to do for a couple of hours so best to keep your energy up.” She tells you and you look at her surprised and she winks at you.

You both eat quickly and she then lets everyone know that lunch is ready before taking your hand and dragging you to her bedroom. She quickly takes your shirt and bra off and cups both of your boobs while sucking on your neck.

“Mm, Chessy.” You moan quietly so no one could hear. That gets her to take your pants off but leaves your underwear on as an idea comes to her mind.

“Sit on my thigh.” Chessy tells you as she sits on the bed and pats her thigh. You smile at her before sitting on her thigh and wrap your arms around her neck before you start grinding on her thigh. “Mm that’s it, make yourself cum on my thigh, make it soak your underwear and my pants.” She says and you rest your forehead on hers. You keep grinding on her and you start to feel your orgasm build and your breath gets heavier. “Are you getting close, lovely?” She asks and you nod.

“Yes Chess.” You say and she smiles at you and then she tenses her leg muscles, bringing you more pleasure. “Oh Chess, I’m so close.” You say a bit louder than you should have and she silences you with a kiss as you come. She continues kissing you after, as you come down from your high, and you’re not complaining as you love kissing her. “Mm Chess.” You say as she pulls back. You then get up from her lap and sit beside her on the bed and you start blushing as you look at her thigh. There, exactly where you were grinding, is a wet patch on her pants and you hide your face in her neck from embarrassment and she laughs.

“Don’t be embarrassed, lovely. I see it as proof that you enjoyed yourself on my thigh.” She tells you and you let out a pout while still hiding and she giggles. “Hey.” She says and gently pushes you out of her neck and you look at her. “I don't mind you making a mess, especially if I’m the one that’s causing you to be messy.” She says and you smile at her.

“I did enjoy myself.” You say softly and she smiles at you. “Although I should get back to work.” You say and she grabs your hips and pulls you back on the bed when you get up. “Ahh!” You yell as you didn’t expect her to do that. “Chess!” You say through giggles. “I have to go back to work but I can see you tonight.”

“Not yet, not until I’ve had my taste of you.” She says and goes for your neck.

“Chess, I can see you tonight to continue.” You tell her as she continues kissing and sucking your neck.

“I feel like I don’t get nearly as much time with you as I’d like.” She says as she pulls back and you cup her cheeks.

“I know, but you know that you’re welcome to come out and keep me company anytime that you’re free.” You tell her and she nods.

“I know, and I know you have to go back, but can I get one more orgasm out of you before you do? And I can keep you company for an hour after.” She tells you and you roll your eyes playfully before nodding.

“Alright.” You say and she takes your underwear off before pulling you more on the bed and circling your clit with her finger. She kisses you again when you start making noises and you wrap an arm around her neck and pull her closer to you. She keeps circling your clit faster and faster and then you’re right at the edge and come with a gasp. She gives you kisses all over your face as you come down from your high. She places the last kiss on your forehead and then she tucks your loose hair behind your ear and looks at you fondly.

“I love you.” She says and you smile at her.

“And I love you too.” You tell her. “You know I just realised that Hallie still doesn’t know that we’re together.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“I have a feeling she already knows. I mean we got together a month before she left.” Chessy says.

“Ya, I can’t believe it’s been 3 months and we still can’t stay away from each other.” You tell her before getting up and start getting dressed. Chessy sits up and stares at you as you get dressed with a smirk. “What are you smirking at over there?” You ask her playfully as you put your shirt on.

“That I got the most beautiful girl and only I get to see her naked.” She says and you snort before leaving the room.

“You’re such a flirt.” You tell her when she follows after you.

“And you love me like that.” She says as you reach the front yard and you turn around and walk backwards.

“I do, I love you just as you are.” You tell her and reach the vineyard and put your gloves on. She goes behind you and wraps her arms around your waist and gives you kisses on your neck, both of you smiling like idiots.

Inside the house Annie uses the phone to call Hallie.

“Hey Hal, I forgot to mention that your nanny Chessy is in a relationship.” She tells her.

“Oh please tell me it’s with Y/n. It’s been obvious that they have feelings for each other for like 4 months.” Hallie says.

“Yep, it’s with Y/n, and they’re all giggles and kisses.” Annie replies with and looks out the window to see the scene.

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[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ WHEN SPRING COMES . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀呪術廻戦 ; megumi fushiguro x fem reader

⊹ ⠀⠀ your love for megumi can be compared to a snowflake; delicate and beautiful, stunning and unique. however, spring is coming— and eventually, all snowflakes have to melt. (1.2k)

contains; hanahaki au, rejection, angst, implied death author's note; this is 2 years old pls forgive me,, n hanahaki used to be my favorite trope IM SORRY I POST IT SM ajskl

it’s been over a decade, fifteen years really, of the never-ending winter that you’ve grown so accustomed to. the settled snow has been your comfort zone, a weighted blanket tying you down to his presence since primary school, freezing the ribbon that tied your heart to his for eternity— though only now, you realize that ribbon is a chain, shackling you to a hopeless series of unrequited feelings that could never be returned. you’ve imprisoned yourself to an idea of love that never was. love that you viewed as your personal one-of-a kind snowflake between the two of you; something special and passionate with no barriers or boundaries, which softly flurried around you for your entire lives...

...but snowflakes melt when they touch the ground.

the soft powder is nothing but water now; dirtied water on the blood-ridden pavement, speckled with pink petals of a flower that you used to love. the snowflake is dying. it’s dead. and spring has come.

“tilt your head up,” megumi murmurs with the softest, most lovely voice you’ve ever heard. “you’ve still got some on your chin.”

he’s being generous with his words. you know your skin is stained red, dripping with blood and broken leaves that refuse to be wiped away. luckily for you, he tells you that red is his favorite color— that the scarlet shade compliments your complexion and makes you look beautiful— but you know he’s lying.

the deep clots and black chunks would send anyone into a nauseous fit, he’s too kind to you.

you wish he would be horrible. that he’d hurdle insulting comments, awful remarks, and unforgivable curses— but he’d never.

— and you love him for that.

it’s too bad that he doesn’t feel the same.

he never has. 

he never will.

“does that feel alright?” his washcloth is cold and damp. it’s a muddied mahogany after previously being a gorgeous forrest green. “it’s still warm, right?”

you nod, believing that one more lie won’t hurt your already dreadful situation. “i think you’ve got it all,” the reflection before you is one you recognize, a person of the past that you can’t seem to let go of no matter how many hours you spend wishing them away. “thank you, really.”

despite the normal appearance you now display, with rose-tinted cheeks and swollen eyes, there’s a garden growing in the sink. vines slithering their way down the drain as the water stream attempts to rid them from view. torn tulip petals are strewn across the bathroom floor, and in another life perhaps it would have been romantic to see a flower petal pathway leading towards the bedroom— that’s not your life though. you’ve been left with emptiness and a void of feelings with no return. 

“i’m always here to hold your hair back, i hope you know that.” he smiles with kindness, a genuine goodness that can only be portrayed by him. he’s the best person you know. there’s no mystery as to why you fell for him all those years ago, and why that love has followed you through adulthood. “it’s almost pretty…y’know, in a morbid way.”

hm, funny. morbidly beautiful.

“yeah,” you reply in a snap. “maybe they can be my funeral flowers.”

you've made him angry.

“don’t even joke about that, what the hell?” megumi always gets upset when you say those type of things. his vision turns red and he’s blinded by his own sadness that he forgets that he’s the cause— he’s the calamity that uprooted your formally blissful life. he’s the one who fell in love with someone new. 

winter could’ve lasted forever had he not gone to class that day.

it could raged onwards had he not met her.

you could’ve been hand-in-hand dancing beneath the moonlight on a snowy eve if she hadn’t asked for directions to the library. his kisses could’ve been peppering your face rather than hers if only you’d been more fun, more outgoing, more persuasive, more everything, then maybe he would’ve stayed. 

but megumi didn’t stay...

...he left.

he left as the leaves grew on the barren trees and pollen drifted through the breeze. he said his brief goodbyes to your heart while his chased her’s in yearning. he didn’t so much as glance your way as the hanahaki roots planted themselves in your heart— only choosing to show concern after they’d already grown terminal. he disappeared from your point of view before you could even acknowledge his absence— which was and continues to be unfair.

megumi was yours and now he isn’t. it’s as simple as that. as awful and simple as that. 

“we both know i’m dying.” you murmur, hands folded together as if they're the only things you have left to hang onto. you wish one of those hands could find their place in his warm palm, but the black marker ink etched onto his skin in the shapes of mini hearts and smiley faces are more than enough to drive you away. “there’s no point in denying it anymore. i can barely breathe.”

he shakes his head, backing away from you despite your obvious need for physical comfort.

you thought he knew you better than that. you thought he’d know exactly how to ease your pain, but he doesn’t. he’s very clearly not your soulmate, but for some reason your heart tells you otherwise.

“you’d be able to if you’d just get the surgery,” he says. “please.”

he's begging for something he could solve.

megumi's eyes look dark under the overhead light. “please don’t make me have to see you in a casket.”

the surgery in which the roots are removed from your heart is a tricky one. a procedure that many endure and survive, where they get to continue living their lives healthy and happy— though, are they truly living if they’re void of the love that once consumed them?

“i wouldn’t be able to live with myself, you know that.” your voice is firm, after having had this conversation many times before, “i’d know a part of me was missing. you’re too important for me to just…erase.”

if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’d rather remain in your eternal winter for the rest of your soul’s existence. yes, it’s cold and dreary, with little to no sunlight and hope of a new love or progression in your relationship with him— but it’s familiar. you find it comfortable and there’s no fear in the feelings that you’re already so accustomed to living with everyday. the thought of spring is terrifying. the season following your beloved winter that represents rebirth and new blossoming love is one that you’ll never come to know— which is completely by choice. there’s no point in limping yourself towards spring when there’s no one you’d rather love than megumi. 

these hanahaki tulips won’t see the sunshine they yearn for when the grass regains its color. they’ll simply wither away with you and the lock that refuses to fall, holding your feelings for him in an eternal slumber that will never be woken. 

“i love you.” you say, whilst knowing that that’s the last thing he wants to hear. “i love you so much.”

your confessions of love are a reminder of your little time left, and he hates it.

he wishes it would all stop; but it can’t and it won’t.

perhaps he should’ve given you a chance when the opportunity arose. then you may have been happy. however, he knows that there’s no forcing love.

you’ve been doomed since the moment you’d laid eyes on him. 

love isn't your happiness.

“i’ve only ever loved you.”

it's your demise.

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[alwritey-aphrodite]

its ur fav anon pookie!!

i’ve been thinking a lot about an arranged marriage/relationship with either sejanus or coryo. i feel like both of their guardians would want them to get to a higher ranking in the capital, so naturally, marrying their kid off to the capital sweetheart (reader) is the best option.

you don’t even have to write anything on this if you don’t want to, just a silly idea i had 🤭 i feel like they would both react so differently to being forced into something like that omg

Ok I love this idea so I’m writing one for Sejanus too, and I’ll link it here when it’s finished!

For as long as you can remember, there had been talks and jokes and quips about you marrying Coriolanus Snow, the grandson of your own grandmother’s childhood best friend. At first, the comments went well over your head, but the older you got, the more serious it seemed. And now, with Coriolanus at your elbow and your mother across from you at the dinner table, it seemed more serious than ever.

“In the springtime, of course, after you’ve both finished your studies,” your mother is saying, the two older women at the end of the table nodding along and whispering together, clearly planning their own sequence of events. All this marriage talk has made you lose your appetite, so you push yourself away from the table and make your way to the gardens, ignoring the shouts of your parents.

There are footsteps behind you, the heavy footfall of your betrothed, and you slow to a stop, despite the urges to turn and slap him across the face. He’s obviously pleased with this arrangement, gaining access to all that money he surely believes has long been his right, growing up with all the trappings of Capital luxury and none of the wealth.

The boy is as cold and emotionless as the statues that surround you, his eyes a pale blue that give the impression of a motionless pond. You wonder if your mother would let you choose the Snow cousin you’d want to marry, certain that Tigris would be much more enjoyable to spend the rest of your life with.

“Well, this must be wonderful news for you,” you sneer after a few minutes of silent walking, desperate for a fight.

“It is, I’m going to marry the most desired girl in Panem,” he says, his voice infused with pride, as if he’s done anything at all to win you over.

“The most desired fortune in Panem,” you correct, knowing exactly why all the boys at the academy fell over themselves trying to get close to you.

“Are you going to attend university?” He asks, changing topics as if he has any interest in what you want, any interest in you beyond the fortune tied to your last name.

“Yes, I am,” you try to be polite, but part of you is waiting for a fight, waiting for Coriolanus to finally snap and show you that he’s not an emotionless machine, “and I’m sure my parents would be more than happy to pay for you to attend as well, I can’t be having a deadbeat for a husband.”

You’re successful in riling him up, if the way Coriolanus crowds you up against one of the stone pillars near your house is any tell. You knew money would be a sore spot, and seeing his chest heaving with rage, his eyes an electric sort of blue you’ve never seen before, has a smile tugging at your face. He’s standing so close that you need to look up to look into his eyes, but you’ve never been one to back down from a fight.

“You have no right to speak to me like that,” he grits out, and you can’t help but scoff, the pride of this boy unbelievable.

“I was only trying to help,” you ply him with a sickly sweet smile, ready to complete the rest of your little experiment.

It’s difficult, with the way he has you crowded against the pillar, but you press your lips to his, cutting off any snide remarks he was waiting to use and resisting the urge to bite off his tongue. He’s motionless, hands by his side but his mouth is much more responsive, and when his hands start to catch up with his brain and he makes to grab your waist, you slip out from where he’d had you effectively trapped, sauntering back into the house.

When you look back at him over your shoulder, his chest is heaving for an entirely different reason, and you can’t help the grin that splits your face. He thinks he’s in control, but you’re the one who holds all the cards, and maybe this marriage won’t be as awful as you think.

I’m in love with this dynamic if anyone has any more asks for these two :)

[pepi1989]

Hi! Me again thank you for your kind words! I’m very scared when I think my English is bad. I loved the laver cup story, would it be possible to write a second part?? If it’s too much, it’s ok! Thank you for writing!

Hiii, don’t even worry about it! English isn't my first language either, but here I am trying my best to write for you guys. You're doing amazing!!

While I was writing the story, I was like, this needs a second part, Thanks for requesting it, love!

Rivals, or something like that P.2 - Ben Shelton

The buzz of the press conference still lingers as I make my way back to the locker room, trying to shake off the heat from all the questions about Ben. It feels like the entire world saw right through us today, like something shifted between us, and now everyone else knows it too. I keep my head down, focused on making a quick exit, but of course, I run straight into the one person I’m trying to avoid.

“Hey,” Ben’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I stop in my tracks. He’s leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, that signature grin plastered on his face. “Running away from me?”

I roll my eyes, though my heart’s racing a little faster. “Just trying to avoid another press ambush. You?”

“Looking for you,” he admits, his tone a little softer than I expected. He steps closer, his eyes searching mine like he’s finally dropping the teasing. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, just… tired,” I say, trying to sound casual, but there’s no hiding the way my pulse quickens. He’s close now, too close, and for once, neither of us is making a joke about it.

Ben’s eyes linger on mine before he glances around the empty hallway. “Want to get out of here? Just us?”

I hesitate, but the warmth in his gaze melts any resistance I might’ve had. I nod, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, okay.”

He grins, but it’s softer this time, more real. “Let’s go.”

We slip out a side door, avoiding the chaos of the media, and end up walking through a quiet garden near the hotel. The night air is cool, and for a moment, we walk in silence, the tension from earlier still hanging between us. My heart’s racing, not from nerves, but because I can feel it, something’s about to change.

“You know,” Ben starts, breaking the silence, “Frances wasn’t entirely wrong back there.” His voice is casual, but there’s a new edge to it, something serious underneath.

I glance at him, trying to play it off. “About what? You being annoying?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “About us. About… this.” He stops walking, turning to face me fully. His eyes lock onto mine, and suddenly, I feel like I can’t breathe.

“What are you talking about, Ben?” I ask, though my voice comes out shakier than I intended.

Ben steps closer, his hands sliding into his pockets, like he’s trying to keep it cool but is just as nervous. “C’mon, [Y/N]. You feel it too, right? This… whatever’s been going on between us.”

The teasing tone is completely gone now, replaced by something deeper, something real. I bite my lip, my heart hammering in my chest. “I, yeah,” I admit quietly, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

His smile grows, more genuine than I’ve ever seen. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Excuse me?” I raise an eyebrow, trying to cover up the way my pulse is racing.

Ben shakes his head, laughing softly. “You act like I’m the only one throwing comments and making this weird. But you, you’re just as bad.”

I’m about to protest when I realize he’s right. The playful banter, the lingering glances, it wasn’t just him. I’ve been part of this, too, whether I wanted to admit it or not.

“Okay, maybe I haven’t exactly been subtle,” I confess, my face heating up as I stare down at the ground, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

Ben takes a step closer, closing the distance between us, his voice softer now. “I don’t mind. In fact, I like it.”

I glance up, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. His eyes are locked on mine, and there’s no mistaking the way he’s looking at me now, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as I have.

“You like it?” I repeat, trying to process the sudden shift between us.

He nods, his hand brushing against mine, sending a jolt of warmth through me. “Yeah. I do.”

For a second, I can’t find the words. My heart’s racing, my mind spinning with everything that’s happening. This is Ben, my friend, my rival for the weekend, the guy who’s been teasing me all day. But now, he’s looking at me like I’m the only person in the world, and I can’t ignore the way my stomach flips in response.

“Ben,” I start, my voice barely a whisper, “what are we doing?”

He smiles, a little crooked but full of that familiar charm. “I don’t know. But I know I don’t want to just be friends anymore.”

My breath catches in my throat. “You don’t?”

Ben shakes his head, his fingers finally wrapping around mine, pulling me closer. “No. Not when I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. Not when every time you’re around, I can’t focus on anything else.”

His words hang in the air between us, and for a moment, everything feels still, like the world has paused, waiting for me to respond.

I take a deep breath, my heart racing as I look up at him. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

The grin that spreads across his face is nothing short of breathtaking. Without a word, he lifts my hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles, and I swear, my knees almost give out right then and there.

“So… what now?” I ask, my voice shaky but full of hope.

Ben doesn’t let go of my hand, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischief. “Well, now I get to take you out properly. No more tennis, no more teasing, just you and me.”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “That sounds dangerously close to a date.”

Ben grins, pulling me closer until there’s barely any space between us. “That’s because it is. What do you say, [Y/N]? Wanna give this a shot?”

I smile, my heart swelling with everything I’ve been holding back for so long. “Yeah, Ben. I do.”

He leans in, his forehead resting gently against mine. “Good. Because I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

Before I can say anything else, he closes the distance, pressing his lips softly against mine. The kiss is slow, gentle, and everything I didn’t know I’d been waiting for. It’s like the teasing, the tension, all of it has been leading to this moment.

When we finally pull back, both of us a little breathless, Ben smiles, his thumb brushing softly against my cheek. “I told you,” he murmurs, his voice low, “I’m not just playing games anymore.”

And for the first time all day, I believe him.

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊boba time ┊Mama’s Harvest ꒱

『♡』 pregnancy

Your fingers fiddle with the little flower bud in your hands and you use the back of your hand to wipe sweat from your forehead. The sun is beginning to beat down on you, drenching your skin in rays.

“Almost done?” Katsuki startles you, leaning over from behind where you kneel.

You bounce, dropping the flower and turning around to give him a glare.

“Yeah, jus’ gotta finish pollinating the squash or it’ll produce less..” You remind, returning to the task at hand.

He chuckles, rolling his eyes and begins making his way through the garden with a basket in hand. Leaves rustle and the tell-tale sound of stuff flopping to the ground let’s you know he’s harvesting.

“Babe..” He calls and you glance over in his direction.

“Hmmm?” You wonder, nearly finished with your chores.

“How many peppers did you plant?” Katsuki inquires and you freeze.

“Uhhh..” Your mind races for an answer and you begin counting on your fingers. Whispering to yourself and naming off varieties.

“We’re gonna drown in peppers, holy shit.” He jokes, rounding one of the rows with a massive basket filled with different pepper varieties.

Katsuki rushes you inside, complaining that you shouldn’t be in the heat for too long and you pout. Still, you do as told and go inside to make lunch and relax.

There’s a lot of pros to your husband being a pro hero. One, you don’t need to work. You can if you want to but you don’t. Katsuki gives you all the money you want and more, no questions asked.

He doesn’t push unrealistic expectations on you, either. You had a career for years of your relationship and for the first two years of being married.

But when Katsuki came behind you with red cheeks and shy eyes, saying he wanted s little one, it was time for a change. Pregnancy is hard on the body and both of you thought it would be best to have you home for at least the first three years of the little melons life.

You aren’t far along, either. But your husband is persistent.

You watch from the kitchen window as he grabs another basket and scissors, only to come back with an abundance of herbs and fruits. Nothing in life rivals these moments.

You turn, grabbing s large knife and a cutting board to begin slicing a bunch of green onion. The knife hits the bamboo with a satisfying “knock knock knock” and you sigh in content.

Nausea bubbles in your throat and you push it down, thinking about all good things.

The door creaks open and Katsuki places the woven baskets on the table. You hear footsteps before his large hands are on your lower tummy. His head comes to rest on top of yours, where the places a kiss and sighs.

“So, when should we tell ma?” He ponders.

The cutting stops and you set down the metal utensil, turning to face him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders where they lay purchase, tugging your body closer to his own.

“Mmm.. not sure m’ love. Whadd’you think?” You mirror his mindset, unsure of what the best option would be.

“Well you’re the one growing the baby, so I thought you’d wanna do it a certain way- I dunno people get sentimental about this shit.” Katsuki’s damp lips come to rest on your forehead for a moment.

“Well I can’t hide it much longer- fuck it why don we just invite them over for dinner to get some of these peppers? We can tell em then!” You propose, shooting a look at all the excess fruit and vegetables.

“Yeah, we can do that, I’ll tell ‘em. What time?”

Katsuki’s breaking away, using his hip to bump you over so he can take over cooking. You smack his shoulder and he flinches. It stings even when he’s got a dark grey shirt on, no match for your mood.

You scowl and grab another cutting board and a bell pepper. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

“Baby I’m pregnant not dying. I’m cutting the damn bell pepper. And mm eight, we’ll do that.”

Before long, all the colorful foods are cut and turned into a large dinner. Sitting in front of you is chicken legs smothered in seasonings and drizzled in gravy over mashed potatoes. Your stomach grumbles and you nearly sigh in relief when his parents walk in.

The conversation continues as normal until you’re met with a wave of nausea. Your face scrunches and despite attempting to hide it- his mother notices. His father isn’t paying any mind, looking at the massive side salad you’ve prepared.

Her eyes narrow and her mouth opens.

“So, uh-“ Katsuki begins, cherry eyes flicking over to meet your own.

“I’m pregnant.” You reveal and his mother slaps the shit out of katsuki on instinct.

It isn’t malicious, she’s practically bouncing. A wide grin wipes across her face and she looks toward her husband with a giggle.

“Fucking FINALLY!” She yells and katsuki looks at her incredulously.

“Don’t look at me like that Katsuki! I’ve been wanting grand babies for years now!” His mother scolds, looking at you with a bright smile.

Katsuki takes a breath, nice and slow to steady himself, while your mother prods with questions. You’re eating, talking about the ins and outs of pregnancy while his father pitches in warmly.

He grumbles in the corner, telling his mom to shut up, and makes faces at some of the things he didn’t expect.

“Yunno, with this asshole, I really craved sweets. But the hardest part of being pregnant with him was probably the hemorrhoids and kicking. God- the kicking was horrible.” His mother explains, stuffing a last bite of mashed potato in her mouth.

You giggle at your husbands angry and confused face from the side. He seems almost offended that pregnancy could be so horrible.

“Why was the kicking so bad?” He pokes, much more gentle than usual.

“Ahh.. it feels like butterflies at first, yunno? But you moved a lot-“ she grabs a sip of water, tilting her head towards him, and places the glass back down.

“-that’s fine and all at first. But you got stronger and it hurt, at one point you had your foot pressed against my ribs for two hours! You’d just kick and it was a constant mild uncomfortable feeling..”

The blonde to your right furrows his brows and takes a sip of his own water. The metal fork he was once using placed on the side of his dish.

“Well, that… makes sense.” Katsuki thinks out loud and looks over towards you.

The dinner ends with kisses and hugs. His mother says she’s coming over in a few days with a couple pregnancy life savers and demands to have copies of the ultrasounds.

Katsuki takes his time that night while you bathe. He massages your shoulders and back, up your ankles and thighs and kisses your tummy. You catch him whispering for the little melon to be sweet to you and nearly coo at the man.

The next day, he brings in a large notebook and grabs a pen. “Baby Food” is messily written at the top and you smile.

A kiss is placed to the top of his head, then a kiss to your lower stomach, like it’s becoming routine.

There’s something fond, simple, and beautiful about the way he falls into fatherhood without question.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Blessed Be: Chapter 2

Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader

WitchAU

Summary: You and Bob have the perfect day, but you have to walk away.

Warnings: Witchcraft, Magic, Sexual Themes, Slow Burn, Mentions of Death, Alcohol, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Angst, I think that’s it?

- Chapter 1 Here -

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As agreed, Bob pulled up to your house at 11am. He got out of his car and adjusted his shirt sleeves so they rested comfortably above his forearms. He smoothed back his long hair and took a deep breath, before walking up the porch to your front door. He knocked softly and waited.

“Hi Bob.”

Bob swung around to find you behind him, slightly startled. “Mornin’ Bree.” He chuckled. God his eyes looked even better when the sun was on his face. You took a moment to admire him.

“Were you outside already, or do you have a secret door I don’t know about?” He joked.

You smiled, “I was just checking on my lavender down the end of the garden, heard you pull up.” You confirmed.

“Can I see your plants before we go?” He asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, sure.” You beckoned for him to follow you around the back to where your greenhouse and outdoor plants sat growing marvellously in the partial sun and shade from the large tree that hung over the porch.

“Wow.” He breathed, “You sure do have a green thumb. I love gardening but I wouldn’t say I’m great at it.” He laughed, bending down to rub a piece of lavender gently between his thumb and index finger. The smell filled his nostrils and his shoulders visibly relaxed.

“I think it’s all down to the soil and sun. But it helps to talk to them.” You said as you bent down to inspect your hydrangea bush.

Bob nodded with a smile but said nothing as he admired you. You looked beautiful in your white linen sundress, your hair falling over your eyes as you stood back up.

“Shall we?” You asked with a grin.

“We shall.” Bob quipped back, biting his lip gently as he followed you to the car.

Bob couldn’t help but relish in the fact that when he was around you, that almost constant tugging and gnawing feeling inside him disappeared. It was replaced instead with a sense of serenity, excitement and something else he couldn’t quite place, and it was becoming addictive.

Bob opened the passenger door for you and you slid into the seat. The first thing you noticed was how neat his car was, and the smell of citrus flooded your senses. It was fresh and for some reason reminded you of days down on the beach with your parents as a child. You relaxed into the seat and took a deep breath in through your nose.

As Bob climbed into the driver seat, he looked over at you with a grin, “Where to, Madam Tour-guide?”

You laughed and rested your head against the seat. “Hmmm… ok drive down to the harbour, I have a secret little place in mind.”

Bob bit the inside of his cheek as he pulled away to suppress the smile he so badly wanted to let out, but was afraid he’d look like a lunatic if he kept grinning this way all day.

You made small talk on the drive, holding back on bigger in depth questions that you wanted to ask but knew this would only draw you closer to him. Your giddiness was suddenly overcome with sadness as you remembered you were going to say goodbye to Bob for good after today.

“You okay?” Bob asked, noticing how suddenly you’d gone quiet as you stared out the window.

“Mhmm.” You lied, forcing a smile. Bob didn’t buy it, but he didn’t feel it was his place to pry, so smiled right back encouragingly.

You pulled up to the harbour and Bob quickly rounded your end of the car to open your door.

“Ever the gentleman.” You chuckled.

“So where are we going?” He asked, curiously eyeing the harbour for any restaurants, cafes or food stalls.

“Follow me Mr Floyd.” You said as you turned towards the cliff side, and Bob suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. Not a shiver of dread, or anticipation, no. A shiver of excitement at how you said his name. He wasn’t sure why but it made his heart race even more, perhaps it was the seductive way you said it, or the fact that you even remembered his last name to begin with.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, and followed you onto small sand bank that made way to a narrow path along the cliffside.

You walked for about 10 minutes, and eventually the small path gave way to a ledge overhanging the sea. It was high up enough that the waves couldn’t reach you, but low enough that he hadn’t noticed the gradual incline of the pathway. There were a few trees cushioning the ledge from the intimidating cliff behind you, and it was completely secluded from everyone and everything, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Suddenly you placed a picnic basket on the ground, and Bob was sure he hadn’t seen you carrying it around, but chalked it up to him being completely distracted by how beautiful you looked.

You sprawled a blanket on the ground and sat down, unloading the baskets contents neatly in front of you. Bob watched in awe as finger sandwiches, pastries, fruits, chocolates and chips in neat little bowls were laid out in front of him.

“This is… so sweet.” Was all he could breath out as he came to sit next to you.

You grinned, “Well I wanted to make you feel welcome, and this is my favourite spot on the island, couldn’t think of a better place.”

“I do feel welcome. Thank you for going through the trouble.” He smiled at you earnestly, piling the finger foods on his plate.

“You thirsty?” You asked, pulling out a bottle of your home made iced tea. Bob nodded, mouth full of sandwich.

You handed him a glass of iced tea and sat back on your elbows as you watched the sea in front of you. This was your idea of a perfect date, but you knew you couldn’t get too comfortable.

Comfortable meant danger in your family, especially when it came to men.

“This is really good.” He said having taken a sip of the iced tea. He noticed the glass bottle had no label. “You made this?” He said in awe.

“Yeah, it’s just peaches and mint.” You chuckled.

Bobs eyebrows pulled together, “I love peaches, and mint. It’s like you knew.” He took another sip and let out an exaggerated moan.

Bob was getting comfortable around you, and as much as that made your insides flutter, you knew you couldn’t let him. Suddenly you stood up and walked to the edge, arms wrapped around yourself as you tried to push the fuzzy feelings away.

“Did I do something?” Bob worried out loud, standing and making his way over to where you stood.

“No, no it’s not you Bob.” You didn’t turn to face him, you couldn’t or you feared your desire would take over.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, his hand gently moved to touch your arm to get you to face him.

As soon as he touched you a spark of electricity ran from your skin through his fingers. Not painful, but hot and intense, like a flash fire.

Bob pulled away quickly and looked at his hand, this one was harder to ignore than the one you had felt yesterday in your store, and you spun round with wide eyes to look at Bob.

“Did you… did you feel that?” Bob stammered, flexing his fingers to make sure everything still worked. You nodded, rubbing the spot on your arm that he had touched.

“Are you okay?” You asked, still in shock at the sheer force of what you felt.

Bob nodded, and gulped audibly. “Are you?” He asked, eyebrows pinched together in confusion and concern.

You nodded. “Must be the humidity.” You mumbled.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Bree?” Bob pressed, moving back over to you, but remaining at a safe distance. If anything, he wanted to feel the electricity again, it was unlike any physical thing he’d felt before, and left him with a sense of adrenaline that had him practically panting.

You nodded again, but your eyes were sad. You knew in a matter of hours this would be over and you’d never see Bob again. For a stranger, you felt it painfully hard to let him go.

You faked a smile and suggested you finish your picnic, changing the subject quickly. You asked Bob about his childhood, what he was like in school, and if he enjoyed his job. Bob knew something was wrong but understood you didn’t want to discuss it, so bought into your distraction.

Bob told you that he was quite nerdy in school, but his job as a detective had hardened him slightly, and brought him out of his shell.

He asked you why everyone thought you were a witch, and you laughed and told him because you were. Bob thought you were joking and laughed back, the incident prior being quickly forgotten as you enjoyed your company in the baking early afternoon sun.

The hours quickly passed and the sun began to set over the ocean. You felt as though you had been there mere minutes, not wanting to admit the day was soon to be over.

You both packed up the picnic basket and dusted off the blanket, before making your way back down the path back to the harbour. It was a silent walk, and Bob could sense the shift. Something was still eating away at you.

Once you reached the car, he opened the passenger door for you, but you didn’t move to climb in. You stayed on your spot and bit the inside of your cheek, contemplating your next words.

You took a deep breath and sighed, “I really like you, Bob.”

His eyes lit up, and he smiled from ear to ear, smoothing his hair down as he walked towards you.

“I really like you too, Bree.” He breathed.

“But I can’t see you anymore.” You countered.

Bobs smile faltered. He laughed, “What do you mean?”

You sighed again, louder this time, covering your face with both hands as your frustration overtook you.

“Hey, hey! Bree, what’s going on?” Bob asked you, suddenly worried. He gently took your arms and pulled your hands away from your face, ignoring the force of the electric shock that shook through him.

You looked at him through watery eyes, “I wished for you, Bob.” You whimpered.

“Bree, that’s not a bad thing. I wished for you to.” He laughed gently, smiling down at you with so much affection it took your breath away.

You forced yourself out of his gentle grip and backed away from him slowly.

“You don’t understand.” You breathed.

“Then explain it to me, please.” He begged, walking towards you again.

“I can’t.” You shook your head, holding a hand out to stop him from coming any closer. “You need to go back home, Bob. I’m sorry.”

You turned and left Bob confused and dazed in the car park of the harbour, unable to comprehend what had just happened. His heart sank at the thought of never seeing you again, and the pulling feeling began to grow again, urging him in your direction as you walked away.

As you walked, you began to cry, and the further away from Bob you got, the darker the feeling inside you grew. Plants on either side of you began to wilt and die, as you climbed the steep winding road back to your house.

When you got home, you went straight to your bedroom. Your mom didn’t even need to ask what had happened, she knew, and she followed you to your bedroom to comfort you.

Bob climbed back in his car and just sat there for several minutes, he rubbed his jaw as he tried to make sense of everything. Bob had no idea what was happening, but he did know one thing.

He was not leaving.

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It took you a long time to fall asleep that night, and when you did, your dreams were plagued by horrible nightmares of Bob falling. He was falling deeper and deeper into a dark abyss, clawing at the air and crying out to you. His cries grew more and more desperate, until eventually he disappeared into the abyss and you woke up sweating. This happened three times, but on the third you woke up and the goosebumps were back.

You rubbed your arms in an attempt to get rid of them, but they stubbornly returned no matter what you tried.

Frustrated, you got up and went downstairs to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

About halfway down the stairs you heard the familiar clatter of the broom hitting the floor.

“What the?” You mumbled as you reached the bottom of the stairs. You walked into the dark kitchen and looked for any signs of life.

You snapped your fingers and the candles on the windowsill lit up, illuminating the kitchen in a soft glow. You filled up a glass of water and snapped your fingers again to put out the candles, before walking back up to bed.

You closed your bedroom door and walked over to your night stand, taking a sip of water and putting the glass down, before climbing back into bed in the hopes of getting a decent sleep until morning.

Laying back on your pillow, you closed your eyes and breathed. “Go to sleep. Go to sleep.” You begged yourself, focussing on the bursts of colour behind your eyelids.

Just as you felt yourself dozing off, you thought you heard a light tapping noise. Your eyes flew open as you strained your ears.

You couldn’t hear anything, so you closed your eyes again, but it wasn’t long before there was another slightly louder tap.

Sitting up in bed, you strained your eyes, trying to figure out what the source of the noise was.

Tap.

The window.

You got out of bed quickly and crossed the room to the big window that overlooked the back garden and cliffside.

Tap. A stone.

You opened the window and leaned out to check who it was throwing stones at your window so late at night.

Your breath caught in your throat as your heart stuttered.

“Bob?”

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- Chapter 3 Here -

Notes: I just wanted to say a huge thank you to every like and reblog so far💛 it means so much that people are enjoying this story and thank you in advance to everyone who shows the love!

[radioactive-mouse]

“I think I was meant to have a brother,” Scott confesses one day, lounging in the grass with his hand clasped gently with Cleo’s. His shoulder still stings from the axe she put into it this morning, and he’s sure Pearl’s does too. The two of them watch whatever kerfuffle she’s getting herself into with the ranchers from across the canyon as the early afternoon passes by.

“Huh,” Cleo answers, raising an eyebrow. “Okay?”

“Maybe that’s weird,” He admits, his free hand winding itself into the grass. “I never had a brother, for the record. Just been me and my mum and dad growing up. But…”

But the house always felt too big, He doesn’t say. He doesn’t tell her about how he’d grown up wishing for someone who’d stomp around in puddles with him on a rainy day, who’d wake him in the middle of the night to soothe their nightmares, who’d bring him bundles of dandelions from the back garden when mum asks them to do the weeding. He doesn’t tell her he’d always thought that his dad’s office down the hall should’ve been a bedroom.

“Maybe you’ve got a long lost twin or something,” Cleo jokes, because apparently he’s been quiet for entirely too long. “You’re a bit old for the whole parent trap routine though, if I’m honest.”

Scott laughs, shoving his shoulder into hers. He recoils, wincing at his still-healing wound.

[harrywavycurly]

Hello 🥰 I have been going through a couple of your series and I just love them so much! I really love the latest update to Bucket of Sunshine ☀️ I was curious about the conversation she had with Eddie when he came to the party for her—either at the party or the Benny’s date (because yes that is totally a date). Thanks so much in advance!! 🖤💗🧁

Hiii babes!! Awe I’m so glad you enjoyed the newest update!! I’ll gladly give you a conversation t for both, one for when Eddie got to the party and one while at Benny’s and I think this fits in perfectly for Fluffy Friday! So enjoy💖

-find all things Bucket of Sunshine here✨

*Eddie didn’t realize what all he was signing up for when he agreed to hang out with you and take you to Benny’s*

“What…are you wearing?” “Eddie remember it’s rude to start a conversation with a question.” “I’m here to recuse you from a house party and you’re giving me a lesson on manners?…really?” “That’s three questions in a row…wanna toss in one more to make it an even four?” “What are you doing?…with…that?” “That’s technically two but I’ll let it slide…now to answer you I’m wearing a sundress and I’m holding your hand…anything else you want to know?” “Uhm why…why are you holding my hand…like that?” “Oh sorry is interlocking the fingers too much? You said you don’t like walking into parties alone so…I figured this was how you wanted to walk in?” “I was just uhm…uh joking…about that.” “Oh okay…well then after you.” “You don’t…have to…let it go…it’s fine..uh it’ll actually make it easier to keep my eye on you if you’re uhm…attached to me…” “worried I’m going to run off huh?” “Not run…more like dance away from me.” “I do like to dance…now come on I’ll introduce you to Henry and Nick.” “Uh how about let’s skip that and go find the real party on the back porch?” “The real party?…” “oh…you’re cute when you’re clueless…come on you’ll be fine.” “Okay…oh look there’s Steve…where are you going?” “I’ll be right back…I have to talk to your brother really quick just…stay here.” “Okay..what’s wrong?” “Uhm…I need…my hand back…” “oh sorry…”

“You uh…have whipped cream on…your lip.” “Oh thank you..that always happens I think it’s because I drink it so fast but I just can’t help it they make the best milkshakes…Eddie why are you looking at me like that? Is there more?” “What? Oh…sorry what did you say?” “Are you okay? Do you need-” “I don’t need to eat if that’s what you’re about to ask me…” “it’s rude to just watch someone eat…” “I’m not watching someone…I’m watching you…there’s a difference.” “Whatever you say…you’re really not hungry?” “I promise I’m fine okay? Now…uhm..how was your day?” “It was good! Stevie took me to the library to return some books I got on how to start a garden…I’m trying to grow sunflowers and they are being a bit tricky.” “Did you just call Steve…Stevie?” “Yes? That’s what I’ve always called him.” “Oh god that’s fucking great! What does he call you?” “Most of the time he calls me sister…or sis.” “Sister? Really?” “Yes like when he comes home he shouts ohhh sister! I’m here! He’s very dramatic.” “Is he uhm..is he nice to you?” “Nice to me? Oh he’s the best…he does get kinda irritated with me at times but yes he’s nice to me…why?” “Just wondering…” “how was your day?” “Why are you so nice to everyone?” “Excuse me?” “Why are you so…nice to people you don’t know or legit assholes who don’t deserve a single second of your time…why are you nice to them?” “I just…I don’t know? I guess because if I’m nice to them they’ll be nice to me and…I just enjoy making people smile.” “I wasn’t nice to you.” “You weren’t mean to me.” “Yes I was…” “no…Eddie you think you’re mean but you’re really not…anyone who takes the time can see it’s just an act you put on…I know you’re not really an asshole.” “Yeah well i sure as shit tried to be and uhm…I shouldn’t have been…so rude.” “It’s okay.” “Are you cold?” “A little…sundresses are all cute and fun until the sun goes down…” “here…” “i need to get a jacket like this it’s so comfy and warm.” “You like it?” “Yeah it’s nice…you sure you don’t want any of my fries?” “Stop trying to feed me.” “Sorry…it’s a habit…”

[rukia-writes]

RoR men meeting their son from the future

Of course Tesla goes first 😭♥️🥹

🧬 “TA DA!”

🧬 Tesla was in his laboratory with all the other great minds (Galileo, Einstein, Isaac Newton) were talking about science, math, astrology, etc until BOOM! 💥 a pod lands in their laboratory and everyone is like: 👀👀

🧬 Tesla sees a young boy that resembles him and when they boy gets to talking about science he’s thinking to himself: “is this my son? From the future? (Name) and I had a baby?!”

🧬 “I’m from the future! I wanted to build a Time Machine and it worked! Hi, Dad!”

🧬 Tesla’s son hugs him with a smile and everyone is in shock 👀😳 Tesla just says “I knew it! That’s amazing you built a Time Machine-“ the two proceed to talk about the machine and science until Tesla introduces everyone to his son. (The two were in their own little world)

🧬 the shock on Tesla’s s/o face has to be unreal to see her son and husband getting along with each other and not finding the whole situation…odd? (That’s what happens when you’re with a scientist)

🧬 Once Tesla’s beloved get over the shock and oddity of it all the three definitely have a great time together, the son helping out in the lab with his father and everyone, helping out his mommy with anything. ♥️ (But the son usually hangs out with Tesla more)

🧬 When it’s time for the son to return home everyone cries except Tesla and his son; they are happy they got to see each other and know they’ll see each other again soon. ♥️

🍭Man was just eating an afternoon snack with his beloved and Kintoki when 💥 BOOM💥 a boy comes out this machine saying “I’m here!”

🍭Buddha just calmly says “Who is the brat?” “I’m your son!” Kintoki and (Name) are definitely: 😳👀 Buddha isn’t shocked or taken back. At first he thinks it’s a weird joke but the closed he looks at the boy and sees himself in the face Buddha believes him and he does like the boy.

🍭Building a Time Machine is new and Buddha definitely checks it out and now the four definitely chill all day. As the days go on Buddha call his son “My mini me.” The two are chill and get along well; Buddha’s son hasn’t reached his enlightenment and is working on it and as much as Buddha wants to help he knows his son has to do it on his own. (Aww ♥️🥹)

🍭Buddha will share his snacks of course and his son will share his; Kintoki will share the candy he makes with the two and he knows by the shared sweet tooth with Buddha that’s his son. ( 😆)

🍭Yes. Buddha does tease his son sometimes. “Have you gone thru puberty yet?” “Do you have a sweet one back in your time?” “Do you have brothers and sisters?” And the son always answers with “Sorry, can’t tell you that. Time stream could change.”

🍭Buddha’s beloved definitely puts a blanket on Buddha and their son when they take naps, whether on the sofa, bed, outside, etc. ♥️

🍭When it’s time for their son to go back home he definitely has hard time going back because both parents don’t want him to leave. Buddha puts several snacks in his sons Time Machine too and when his son waved bye Buddha says “They grow up so fast.”

🎵 Hermes and his beloved were just having tea in the gardens at Zeus’ palace when BOOM 💥 A young boy just calmly sits down beside them and says “Hello mom, hello dad.” And just pours himself a cup of tea like it’s nothing.

Hermes at first is like: “What’s with this child?” He’s calm but he’s like “Who is this? Did he just call me Dad?”

🎵 It takes awhile for the boy to realize he’s in the past; as Hermes and his beloved find out he’s actually speedster god like his dad. Apparently the boy was out late and needed to be home. Hermes pieced together that he may have ran a bit too fast and went back in time. ( 🏃‍♂️⚡️ 💨)

🎵 “Well, since you’re here you might as well have dinner.” Hermes takes it better than most and already has a room where his son can sleep and asks many questions all of which his son is happy to answer, somewhat, as he doesn’t want to alter the time stream but he also inherits his father’s mind and doesn’t tell all the information.

🎵 This is all for not because the boy ends up staying; Hermes just says it’s better for him to stay here and travel to the future whenever he wants. Which the son happily does.

🎵 Everyone is definitely surprised Hermes has a son, hell Hermes and (Name) married just a few days ago. Ares is the most shocked at seeing the boy, the whole time travel thing racks his brain but he’s glad to teach the boy combat 🗡️. Zeus didn’t approve at first but as time went on he definitely has a soft spot for his grand son ⚡️

🎵 Hell everyone likes the boy, Aphrodite, Hades, Apollo, Hercules and yes even Poseidon (Buddha gives the boy candy if he sees him, actually Buddha is the only that actually sees him running 🏃‍♂️ with his ability)

🎵 Hermes and the boy definitely compose a lot of music together; sometimes the slow music puts (Name) to sleep but that’s okay. Apollo asks for the two to play music for them and sometimes they do; all three do.

🎵 Yeah Hermes son is definitely the favorite and his father and mother doesn’t spoil him…not at all.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

[new-berry]

Don’t know if I want to call this We are six and eight and ten as a sort of play in the idea of youth and growing up and also their shirt numbers? Or call this Distant Embraces.

Honestly been looking for an excuse to use that as a title. But the first one

Although if I could think of a middle child title without it being a joke that could work as well. NSFW not true Lewis Miley /Jobe Bellingham creepy Jobe/AG. Anyway. Another threesome. Sort of.

Anthony’s hands crunch over the bannister. His hands clenched tight around it. He’s hidden under layers of hoodies and sweats, but Lewis wonders if he could see his body if he would be tense like before a game.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Anthony jerks his chin, sharp in the half light of the entryway, in Lewis’s direction.

“I invited him.” There’s a touch of defiance in Jobe’s tone. A taunt.

“Go home,” Anthony turns, “I’ll call you an Uber.”

“If he goes I go.” Jobe’s got more than a hint of defiance in his voice, there’s a challenge as well.

“So go,” Anthony doesn’t look at them “take a car,” this right to Lewis, “and pick me up before training.”

Jobe pushes past both of them, Lewis shrugs and walks behind him, Anthony’s swearing as they move past. Jobe grabs Lewis’s hand and pulls him down on the couch.

There are a dozen places Lewis could be. Sitting at home on the couch reviewing the under 21's match notes. Calling his girlfriend, jerking off to porn. Wanking while his girlfriend talks. Speaking to his mum and dad. His brothers are on read. Mason’s rambles about the contract that will be announced soon. Jamie complaining about the league and game time.

Lewis bites his tongue not to talk about PSG to them. He talks to his dad and for a moment he can feel it bubbling up and he feels as unprepared as he should be. Until Andy runs his hand over the hip that ended his career. Then Lewis laces his lips shut with his teeth until he thinks they will bleed.

He wonders of anyone will check he’s home. Thinks about his flat. About texting Michelle and taking Anthony’s car and picking her up. Thinks about fucking her on the bed he’s barely slept in. Thinks about Jobe in the car next to him. Talking to his father tired and happy, the chapter and verse of their last game, that he was crashing with a friend. The soft deep affection of the ‘love you dad’ he ended the call with.

Lewis sits next to Jobe on the sofa. He’s never been here before. But he’s been in this house. Anthony’s place looks like Tripp’s, looks like Callum’s, like Dan’s.

White furniture and white walls and big windows that lead to either the garden or another glassed in room. The pale couch has evenly spaced white cushions and one smaller rectangular pillow with The Beatles across it in black. The couch exactly opposite has the same except the smaller pillow says The Cavern Club in cursive writing.

There’s not room for three, not when they are their size anyway - Lewis remembers Jobe saying once; ‘I’m taller than me brother now! He’s cool about it, says I can’t borrow his clothes now.’ Jobe’s teeth are gleaming white as he smiles for the punch line ‘so everytime he gets something he gets me one as well.’

Anthony shoves between the two of them. Jobe doesn’t move over, he sprawls more, leg pressed against Anthony.

Lewis keeps waiting for one of them to say something. Tension hovering over their bodies. But Jobe just calmly watches them both and Anthony is staring fixedly ahead.

His shirt is soft against Lewis’s arms and he can feel the hairs rising up, he left his jacket at the bar. Nothing he’s attached to, probably has a sports brand on it somewhere. Left behind with some mints in the pocket and the numbers and Instagram names that seem to make their way into his pockets these days.

Lewis rubs his hand over his forearm to chase the tickle of anticipation that is hovering. He’s not even sure what it is in anticipation for. Jobe had run finger slowly over the number that Lewis had tattooed on his arm. ‘I could never,’ he said. ‘My mum doesn’t like them and Jude doesn’t have any.’

‘What about when we win the World Cup?’ Jobe laughed then, fingers digging down for a second before he picked up his phone again. ‘When huh?’ In the quiet of night at St George’s anything seemed possible. ‘When we win the World Cup, a little one where it’s hard to see.’ Jobe met his eyes for a minute. ‘Where people would only see if I wanted them to.’