#MY BLUEBERRY SON IS GONNA BE BACK

[epicfirestormer]

Me after seeing the Ashoka teaser:

[loopscereal]

Day 4: Pride i wrote it on his shirt instead of the black text in the bg like I've done for the past days, since the space is surprisingly occupied Okay so i kinda went crazy with this one... If you wanna read my decisions and thoughts behind this thing feel free to read below the cut !

Anyways, Pride. Bon. Where the hell do i start. I see Bon as a very proud person, at least proud of his craft, at what he excels at, which is playing guitar. SO. Why is he so many colors and shit? Hes the colors of the people closest to him. Friends. Malva/Usagi is the blue, Mangle/Meg is the pink, Toddy's the red, Joys yellow, and Bonnie's purple. All the different colors and expressions represent what they sorta do to Bon? How they affect and influence him n shit... All with his pride at the center of it. Malva/Usagi. Shes his sister, his twin. They are directly compared what feels like constantly to Bon. He's specifically in his school uniform because school is where they show their true personalities most. Where they differ the most. Malva is organized, in control, plans thing out, is a natural leader, book smart. She's always 'on top of it' and mature. All things he feels he lacks/inst enough of. A point of shame and envy within him, at least in comparison to her. Same situation and she can somehow 'handle it all better'. Whether that's all true is a different matter lol. perception and reality am i right? Anyways onto Joy. Yellow. All the toys boost each-others egos and shit, but where Bon and Mangle are comfortable being brutally honest and blunt, but giving genuine compliments is sorta few and sparse, laced in their silly stupid sarcasm and fake hatred of each-other. Joy just says what she wants straight up. If the others are going off, she'll say it, if they're blowing it, she's gonna say it straight up. Shes always energized, and imbues the other two with that same energy. For Bon, Joy is someone who pushes that cocky side of him further out. Full of himself, thinking he's hot shit. (I mean thinking that isn't completely undeserved, hes impressive for his age n shit, but kid has an ego is hat I'm saying lol) She brings out his fiercer energy. She gasses him up, inflates his ego, and his pride gets the better of him and can turn kinda shitty and egotistical and mean ect ect Mangle/ Meg, lol. haha stupid stupid stupid decisions. They are both. very proud of their craft and Mangle is someone who has peen put through and continues dealing with a lot of pain. He pushes through it though. She pushes through her pain, through their days, through everything that's handed to him because she's determined to get through shit and not let things like constant aches and loss of balance hinder him. They'll do what they want and it doesn't matter what hurts. Bon. Was already a dumb-ass with that sorta mentality, but alongside mangle they both push each-others pride to being a detriment to their own health and safety. lol

Toddy. Toddy, Toddy, Toddy. Longtime family friend, has known that blue rabbit family since. ever. okay? Okay. She knows. She just knows what the fuck is up with their house and situation, she's seen Bon at his worst and helped him. Moments he'd rather not be aided, moments he'd rather not be seen. Moments of shame. Along with that shame of being seen, comes the discomfort and shame of being known. They know each other, they do, yet they feel like strangers at the same time. They can hang out and have fun, but they don't click in the same way Bon clicks with the Toys. There's a seed of shame in Bon that he cant be the good friend Toddy wants and needs. The friend she feels she had. The friend she feels she lost somewhere. Bonnie. Bonnie. End of sentence I cant do this anymore I cant fucking tackle that one i cant do it you cant make me- Okay what if you someone really pissed you off. Like super pissed you the fuck off. You have this one thing you're really good at, you have this one thing you you are GREAT at, you consider yourself unmatched. Then you get matched. Then you aren't an untouchable god at your craft. You're tumble down from your pedestal, you ego is more bruised than you can admit. Then he bugs you cause he think you're cool and can teach him shit. Even though you feel like you totally lost just by being matched, and part of you hates it cause he's a walking reminder that you aren't untouchable. but part of you likes it because someones fucking gawking at you and looking at you with admiration, directly. SO you fucking cave and do it and whoops oh shit you kinda vibe with this guy. Shit he likes Zelda. shit hes letting you use is switch cause you mentioned never having played any of the Zelda games even tho you've both been passionately ranting about the games for a while now. You became friends with the guy who irritates you good job doofus. Goodluck with the weird mix of friendship and resentment idiot. And the underlying romantic bullshit cause fuck you , fuck you royally. And scene. Killing Bon fnaf highschool my curse to carry. lololololol

Pride, Shame, People.

[rafesangelita]

୨ৎ omg i need pogue!sweetheart!reader meeting ward and the family

warnings: rafe and ward have a good relationship, both reader and ward are a nervous mess lol, playful banter, found family

a/n: you could consider this a continuation of the fic i did w/ pogue!sweetheart!reader and rafe’s first time together!

“do you think i should’ve made blueberry instead?” rafe looked down at the freshly baked pie in his hands, both of you waiting for someone to open the front door. rafe could sense you were nervous by the way you were fiddling with your necklace. “apple is perfect.” he leaned down, pecking your temple. smiling down at you, rafe muttered a ‘don’t worry, they’re gonna love you.’ before rose appeared behind the door.

“y/n!” she squealed excitedly, briefly looking over at rafe before raising her eyebrows at him, “well, she’s absolutely beautiful, but we knew that already.” she laughed, welcoming both of you inside. “oh, god, your dad has been out on that grill all day, he insisted on making his ‘famous’ burgers since you mentioned y/n hasn’t found her favorite yet.” you nearly cried at the sentiment, a pout forming on your lips.

“aww, that’s so sweet of him..” rose led you two outside to the back, rafe squeezing your hand once his father came into view. “ward? she’s here, honey.” rafe laughed at the sight of his dad scrambling to clean his hands, his head shooting up in your direction. “hey, there!” he walked up to you, taking your hand in his. “hi, mr. cameron.” you smiled, your heart beating in your ears. “oh- please, call me ward.” rafe watched you two introduce yourselves with a grin on his face.

after you and rafe got settled in your seats and wheezie practically tackled you with a hug, your nerves melted away and you couldn’t help but feel ridiculous for feeling nervous at all. “wow, this looks amazing.” you laughed as ward placed your plate in front of you. “alright, moment of truth, tell me what you think.” all eyes were on you as you took a bite. “it’s not that good..” you watched ward’s smile fall, “because it’s amazing!”

everyone yelled, ward sighing in relief as you took another bite. “did i get you?” you got up, embracing ward’s back before you patted his shoulder. “uh, yeah! i was one second away from just ordering pizza.” he laughed. rafe’s heart felt full as he watched you get comfortable with his family. once everyone was seated and in smooth conversation, the evening went by quicker than you expected. “shall we cut this pie? i’ve had my eye on it since you two got here.”

you nodded, rose motioning you to follow her inside for a knife. ward waited until you were out of earshot before he got his son’s attention. “she’s lovely, rafe. very funny too.” rafe smiled, leaning forward in his seat. “yeah, i don’t know what she see’s in you.” sarah joked. rafe moved his attention towards you and rose in the kitchen. “you should’ve seen how nervous she was coming here.” rafe shook his head. at this, ward scoffed.

“y/n was nervous? this is the first girl you bring home, i mean- i was the nervous one. rose had to stop me from changing my outfit for the third time this morning.” rafe stifled a laugh. “and you thought a suit and tie was appropriate for some burgers in the backyard?” ward took a sip from the beer in his hand. “don’t be a smart ass.”

you, rose, and wheezie came back out with a cake knife and some paper plates in your hands, rafe smiling at you as you cut into the pie. “anyone wanna take a guess at what flavor it is?” you looked around. “i say cherry!” wheezie adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “blueberry is my favorite so i’ll go with that.” at wards’s words, your eyes widened in rafe’s direction. “i knew i should’ve made that one!”

[starhvney]

heyyy can you do drabbles of the guys with you baby please? like just some nice domestic stuff :) maybe with garroth, laurance, gene, and dante please. thank youuuuub

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys dante, garroth, gene, & laurance

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: it’s the little simple moments with them that end up sticking the longest

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: why is every mys man sassy? idk, it really is the sassy man apocalypse, anyways so much fluff, & slice of life

𝐂𝐖: none unless you're easily susceptible to baby fever

𝐀/𝐍: um, perfect prompt for father’s day i guess? yes i made all of them girl dads except for dante because i can what are you gonna do about it??? also i realized i either included sleep or food in each of the drabbles for babies cause like what else do you do with them?? like i love babies but i’m the baby of my family so like i’ve never even changed a diaper before lmaoo i just hold them sometimes if there’s one around i guess. ok i'll stop yapping sry

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

at first you weren’t paying much attention, the goofy laughter of dante and your baby pretty common occurrence in your home. you mainly were focusing on some paperwork in front of you on the counter, something you had really been needing to get to for the past week and just hadn’t gotten a chance yet.

your hand is rubbing your eyebrow as you lean over, trying to process the words you're reading. nothing is really coming through, however, especially when another round of laughter comes from the two.

you could never be mad at the distraction, especially when the sound was the joy of both of the people you cherished and loved the most. you couldn’t help but investigate, though, especially since dante was just supposed to be feeding your son.

how funny could that be, for them to be laughing more than any eating was getting done?

just as you turn into the dining room, your met with the sight of yogurt and a blueberry meeting the floor with a comical plap.

very slowly, your eyes drift back up to the two boys in front of you, accusatorily squinting at the one that was supposed to be more responsible than the other.

dante sucks in some air through his teeth, looking guiltily at you before back to your baby in the chair. said baby’s mouth and hands are covered in yogurt, the boy blankly staring back at you.

a moment of silence passes, both of them staring at you like a deer in headlights before dante leans over to the boy, whispering out of the corner of his mouth.

“we’ve been caught.”

“are you two…having a food fight?” you question, hands on your hips.

“no!” dante defends, lifting another scoop of yogurt up to the boy. “he just refuses to actually eat, and then i laughed when he got it everywhere… and now he keeps smacking the spoon away to try and make me laugh again.”

you sigh, watching as your baby grips the spoon, smearing the yogurt in his hands and smearing it over his mouth. dante’s head falls forward, landing onto the edge of the high chair’s table as he quietly laughs at the spectacle.

“what is he doing? it’s so dumb, i don’t know why it’s so funny. look at his little face.” he laughs, lifting his head and pointing at the baby who sends the both of you a proud look.

“don’t—” your voice wobbles as you hold back the urge to laugh yourself. “—don’t encourage it, dante.”

“i’m not trying to!” he insists, lifting the spoon back up to your son’s face.

“dude, just eat the food!” dante giggles, the spoon of baby food shaking in front of the boy’s face as his whole body trembles with his laughter. 

this time, it gets a little out of hand, his chubby hand smacking the spoon completely out of dante’s wobbly hands and splattering it onto the floor.

“alright, no more.” you say sternly, causing the two to look at you with pouty eyes. “i’m gonna clean him up and he can have a gogo squeez.”

you pace forward, scooping your son up from his seat and groaning when he smears his yogurt hands onto your clean shirt. dante stands up, grinning sheepishly and leaning forward to give you a peck on the lips.

“sorry.”

you smile sweetly, giggling when you raise your little one up to dante’s face, allowing him to also give a big ‘ol kiss onto dante’s face, therefore smearing yogurt all over his cheek.

“it’s fine! you’re going to clean it up, after all.”

his eyes widen, looking around at the mess before hitting his lower lip out, hands lacing together in a pleading motion. “no help?”

you raise an eyebrow. “dante.”

“yeah, that’s fair.” he immediately concedes, clearly not all that serious about making you help in the first place. he points in accusatory finger at your son, lips pouting as he bends down to meet his eye level.

“dang you for being so cute and funny like your dad, now you got me in trouble and you get to be pampered like you’re not the culprit.” he complains, and your son merely laughs at the stupid face he was making.

“you two are going to be a handful, no matter the age.” you sigh.

“but you’ll love us!” dante winks, leaning forward to kiss your cheek and very purposefully nuzzling his face against yours, smearing more yogurt all over your face, too.

“ugh, dante!”

“i love you~!”

𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇

there’s a certain fullness in your chest, something you can’t express in words at this moment. it’s such a simple, mundane day. yet, you’re lulled into an indescribable sense of comfort and love as the sound of your husband making your daughter’s laughter bounce off the walls fills the otherwise quiet house, all at the expense of him acting like a fool. 

a few times your eyes had diverted from the steaming pot on the stove in front of you leaning over to glance into the living room to see what they were up to. the first time he had been playing peek-a-boo, the next it was him crawling around on all fours while she babbled what was probably meant to be “yeehaw!”, and the next after that he had been tossing her up into the air and dipping her back down like an airplane.

you had to focus your attention on draining the pasta and taking the heat off the meat you were cooking, finishing the final sauces and seasonings when you realized you hadn’t heard garroth’s deep voice nor your baby’s elated giggles for a good while.

wiping your hands off on your apron you step into the doorway, peering into the now silent room. any slight concern you felt disappears, instead replaced by awe as you gaze at the endearing sight in front of you.

garroth is lazed back on the couch, somehow completely passed out despite being wide awake just ten minutes ago. his mouth is open, soft snores leaving his mouth. his hand rests firmly on your daughter’s back, keeping her in place as she rests on his broad chest.

before the moment is wasted you dash back into the kitchen to grab your phone, shuffling back as light as you can on your feet to not disturb the peaceful moment. your girl is tuckered out, cheek squished against her dad’s chest, drool dripping down onto his shirt, arms and legs sprawled out onto the rest of his torso.

you click a few pictures of the scene, crouching down for a second to admire the tranquil and frankly adorable memory you’re sure to keep even when your baby isn’t a baby any longer.

you lightly reach out to garroth’s shoulder, squeezing and gently shaking it to wake him up. it doesn’t take more than that—which was very surprising based on how hard he usually slept—for him to crack open his sleepy eyes. you can’t help the tiny giggles that leave your mouth at how he looked, the poor man’s eyes glazed and cheeks pink. a baby with lots of energy will do that to you.

“hey, my love. dinner’s ready.” you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss onto his cheek.

he squeezes his eyes shut with a sleepy groan, going to stretch before freezing, his hand still protectively on your daughter’s back despite his lack of awareness. you reach to pick her up before he lightly pushes your hand away with a jut of his lower lip.

“no, she’s cuddling me right now.”

you lean forward, head resting on the couch as you snicker at him. “yeah, and drooling all over you too, goofy.”

“at least it’s cute baby drool. when you drool on me though…”

a smack to his shoulder shuts him up. “i do not drool!”

“sure,” he retorts, his chuckles shaking the girls head and waking her from her light nap.

she reaches up to rub her little round eyes, lips spreading into an excited smile when she sees both her mommy and daddy are right there with her.

“time to eat! are you hungry?” you whisper, reaching forward to wiggle a finger against her stomach, making her giggle and squirm.

garroth chuckles again, lifting the girl up as he suddenly stands up. “ah! the tickle monster is gonna get you! don’t worry, my princess, i’ll save you!”

the girl squeals in laughter, still a bit sleepy as she leans on his shoulder as he rushes to the kitchen. you follow after with an amused eye roll, unfastening your apron and throwing it onto the counter as garroth plops the girl right down into her high chair.

as you pull down the plates garroth takes them from behind you, arms encasing you as he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“i got it. thank you for dinner, sweetheart.”

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄

this moment is perfect. sitting on one side of a blanket, your husband on the other side keeping your daughter steady on her chubby legs as you call for her to walk towards you. you felt so warm, from the setting sun shining on your skin and warming the blood in your veins, to the the swirl of love in your chest as you watch gene lift your daughter’s feet and march them forward.

he looks so soft like this, skin glowing and eyes shining with a certain warmth you would’ve never believed could be seen on him a few years ago. soft coos and high-pitched chants comically leave his mouth, cheering the little girl as she takes a step towards you.

“come on, baby girl. you can do it.” he says, proud smile on his face as she takes another step. “there you go!”

a moment later her legs wobble and give out on her. though it would’ve been a short fall onto a soft and padded ground, gene’s hands still shoot forward, lifting the girl up with a small, “woah-!” leaving his lips.

while this maneuver had worked several times before, it would seem your baby was quite fed up with this practice, frustrated whines beginning to leave her lips and feet kicking out in the air.

“it’s getting kind of late, huh…” you note, watching the sky begin to slowly dim and a few fireflies light up above your heads. 

“yeah,” he says, cradling the little one to his chest similarly to how he did when she was even smaller than she was now. “and she did so good, right sweetheart?”

she seemed quite set on throwing a fit just mere seconds ago, but melts into her father’s arms with a giggle when he wiggles his fingers against her sides.

you feel yourself melting too at the sight, scooting forward and saving your daughter from the clutches of gene’s wrath with a clean scoop into your arms.

“aw, c’mon—” he starts, before his eyes drift to a firefly that landed right on his knee.

your baby’s attention immediately drifts to the soft flash of light from the bug, the cutest little gasp leaving her lips as she leans towards it in your arms.

he imitates her tiny gasp with his own, eyes reflecting the yellow-green glow from the bug as he carefully cups his hand around it, lifting it up towards her face and cracking them open for her to peer into.

“wow!” she softly gasps again, tiny hand wrapping around one of gene’s fingers to steady herself as she sleepily wobbles.

gene opens his hand, letting the firefly go off into the air. she sleepily blinks up into the dimming sky, lower lip beginning to wobble and eyebrows furrowing in irritation.

“oh, someone’s getting sleepy.” he coos, taking the girl from your arms as you start to gather the blanket up.

he holds her like a newborn, rocking her and ghosting light kisses against her forehead. she immediately flutters her eyes shut, one hand grasping onto his shirt and the other curling by her face like a little princess, just as gene had spoiled her to be.

“she’s getting so big. soon enough she’ll be too big for you to carry her like that all the time.” you say, pressing a kiss on her forehead as you two begin the short trek back into your neighborhood.

“not true,” he defends, voice quiet as he stares down at the features of her face. “i can carry you, so i can carry her until she doesn’t let me anymore.”

you don’t say anything to this, noticing the sentimental gleam in the deep color of his irises. 

“someone’s feeling soft.” you lightly tease, brushing your shoulder against his. “whatcha thinkin’ about?”

he doesn’t respond for a second, eyes slowly blinking before he finally looks at you, the amount of love in his eyes not diminishing in the slightest.

“thank you.” he says, voice quiet and tender.

“…for what?” you softly return.

“if you told me in high school, no, even after that, that i was married to you and had a baby and was living a happy life… i would’ve laughed in your face.” he takes a deep breath, leaning over to kiss your forehead and doing the same to the girl in his arms. “i never knew this is what i wanted until i met you. thank you.”

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

once again, like clockwork, the shrill cries of your baby girl interrupt the peaceful quiet of the night. once again, your tired eyes peel open, muscles flinching for you to get up and comfort your child despite the exhaustion that settles deep into your bones. 

before you can even prop yourself onto one arm, your husband’s hand settles firmly on your hip, keeping you from leaving the warm comfort of your shared bed.

“no, stay in bed. i’ll deal with her this time.” he leans in to whisper in your ear, voice raspy from a lack of sleep and the late hour.

“you got her last time, though.”

“and you take care of her all the time when i’m working.” his hand moves down to your hip where he squeezes, pressing a kiss onto the side of your face. “go back to sleep.���

any further protests die from your throat when you feel the bed dip as he leaves, quietly closing the door behind him to go to the nursery across the hall. as soon as the door shuts so do your eyelids, as you feel yourself involuntarily drift back to a half asleep state.

it’s not until you wake back up quite a few moments later, hand reaching to laurance’s side of the bed only to find it empty and cold. you groan, turning to double check before catching the faint sound of the water running in the bathroom.

with a sigh, you leave the bed, holding back the shiver as the chill of the cool bedroom bites at your skin. cracking open the bathroom door, you find the lights off, room lit just by a candle and the nightlight by the sink. steam fills the whole room from the hot shower that ran, and you see laurance in the center of the room, gently rocking your little girl back to sleep.

he looks up to you, usually bright eyes heavy lidded from lack of sleep and shoulders slumped. his hair is a little dampened and flat from the moisture in the air, skin glowing as the heat stuck to his skin. despite this, he can’t help the soft smile that stays curved on his lips as he looks from your daughter to you as you approach him.

“she’s just now falling back asleep.” he whispers, voice barely audible over the water hitting the shower floor. “

you nod, standing in front of him to gaze at the girl in his arms. her eyes fluttered as if she were still trying to stubbornly fight off sleep. her little lips pouted as a bit of bubbled drool left her lips, perfectly content and comfortable in her daddy’s arms. 

you quietly hum a small tune, one of your fingers lightly ghosting along the slope of her nose. it has the same curve as laurance’s, just as the similar shape and color of her eyes to the man that held her.

you couldn’t help the surge of affection that overwhelmed you, reaching forward to plant your lips on his and place a few more along his face and neck. he leans forward as you pull back, quietly groaning before looking down at the small girl that was keeping him from making any hasty decisions. 

“if your mommy isn’t careful we’re gonna end up with another one of you.” he sweetly coos, gently rocking her.

“…i just kissed you.” you quietly giggle, looking down to see the girl had officially drifted into dreamland.

laurance merely smiles in return with a raised eyebrow, following after you back into the nursery. his focus diverts as he ever so gently sets your daughter back down to rest, releasing a sigh of relief as she doesn’t make a hint of protest, merely settling down into the crib.

you find yourself drifting to his side before he can turn back around, arms wrapping around his waist as you gaze down at the little girl in the blankets.

“she’s exhausting, but beautiful.” you quietly sigh, finger reaching down to brush against the soft skin of her cheek.

“just like her mom.”

it takes a moment for the tired and content fogginess in your brain to clear, realizing what he just said. 

“…excuse me?”

silent laughter shakes the both of you as he hugs you closer, dipping you down into his arms and pressing a kiss against your cheek. 

“i’m just joking, of course.” he giggles, peppering kisses along your jaw.

“a terrible joke. awful joke.” you say, though you couldn’t help the laughter that threatened to bubble from your lips, voice trembling with amusement. 

“i’m a dad now, i’m allowed to make bad jokes.”

“oh whatever, you nerd.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[kairismess]

❝THE SMELL OF BLUEBERRY PIE.❞

🏐 genre: fluff ~~~ ✒️ word count: 1,000 💭 summary: kageyama is a sucker for your pastries, and to have you give him a delicious treat made by you on his special day after school, in front of the rest of the first years... you make him want to melt and squeeze your cheeks out of embarrassment. 🫐 happy birthday to tobio kageyama my son !!

'dammit, i'm hungry,' thought the setter as he walked home with the rest of the first years on the team. kageyama was stuck in his own head, thinking of what to eat as an after school snack this time around. it wasn't that he usually thought about these things too often, rather, he felt like he wanted to change something up about today because... today was his birthday.

he didn't tell anybody on the team, much less hinata, who'd make a big fuss over him finally being the same age as them all and being teased for being the baby of their ensemble. surprisingly, yamaguchi had suggested they all go to this nice little hole in the wall cafe that kageyama frequented often, only when he met you, since your parents owned the place and you worked there part time to help them out.

"hey, kageyama, doesn't your partner work the—" "another word, and i'm gonna slap the orange out of your hair, dumbass hinata." kageyama seethed as he glared down at the short tangerine haired boy, which he understood clearly and backed off, hiding behind yamaguchi and tsukishima, who honestly couldn't be bothered if the two of them began brawling and tearing each others' heads off.

as the group stepped into the cafe, they were greeted by the smells of assorted baked goods, snacks, and drinks... especially the scent of blueberries that wafted in the air. the sound of hurried foosteps and the clanging of assorted pans and pots rang in the kitchen in the back, and out came you, ready to take the customers' orders... your boyfriend's order for tonight.

"a-ah, tobio! and friends... wh-what can i get for you all tonight?" you asked in a sweet voice as you glanced over at kageyama, who caught your gaze at him, making his face flush in embarrassment and shyness and turn away from you, mumbling out he'd take whatever, and you were determined to make that "whatever" he ordered something spectacular for him for his special day.

after you had served the others' orders, you smiled at kageyama and whispered in his ear, "i have a surprise for you tonight, tobio." your whisper sent shivers up his spine, he always got flustered and ticklish by the ears whenever you did that, he kinda wished you'd do more often, though. "a... surprise?" he echoed, confused and a little anxious, but your little giggle and nod reassured him somehow.

after a little while, you came back with a cloche in your hands and revealed your surprise for your dearest: a blueberry pie that was freshly decorated, everything made by hand. it was difficult to make and took you almost two days to piece everything together, but you were more than happy to see how it turned out, even happier at the sight of kageyama's eyes shine while he blushed at the fact you went out of your way to make something so adorable and thoughtful for your little blueberry boy.

hinata and yamaguchi praised your culinary skills, while tsukishima teased kageyama for not being able to look you in the eye because of how flustered he was. "it's rude not to thank someone for a gift. what, is the king too proud to say thank you?" tsukishima jabbed, with kageyama immediately taking your hands in his, and in a loud, shaky voice and with a red face that made him look like a breed between a tomato and blueberry, kageyama thanked you from the bottom of his heart, all his voice coming from the depths of his lungs as he looked you in the eye, so shy and thankful for your gift.

you blinked and chuckled, smiling up at him sweetly. "anything for my tobio, i made it blueberries because... they reminded me of you. i hope you like it, love." you uttered, kissing his cheek, effectively freezing him in place as his face got hotter and he started to look more and more like a tomato because of how much of an effect your kindness and sweetness had on him.

needless to say, kageyama ate up the pie with happily and full of gratitude; hinata was annoyed he only got one serving, begging for you to please make him one for his birthday, with kageyama snapping at him that hinata was too shameless to ask you for such a thing when you went out of your way to make him one he didn't need to ask for. yamaguchi meanwhile praised you after tasting a slice of the pie, trying to mediate the squabble between kageyama and hinata at the same time, while tsukishima listened to music on his headphones and silently enjoyed his slice of pie, nodding in approval.

kageyama leaned over and whispered in your ear, now, while having his toned arm wrapped around your waist a little possessively. "hey... thank you, so much, love, for this. you're too sweet for me, you and this pie, but... you bring the right amount of sweetness in my life, the right amount of sweetness i need to keep going. thank you, love." kageyama awkwardly murmured to you in a low, husky voice, making you smile like a dork and get all bashful and shy, brushing off his compliments as he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, trying to convince you that you're the best partner and pie maker there ever was, not caring if the others stared and made fun of you two, he'd beat them up tomorrow and whip them into shape during practice.

sure, the pie you made him was the most filling treat he's ever had... but you're the only treat with the sweetness he needs to find the goodness of his everyday life, you fill him up with so much love and joy, more than what he knows what to do with, and he couldn't be any more grateful than he is now that he has you, his beloved.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Oh captain, my captain ☆—

request: Quinn telling Honey he’s captain

Who ever sent this in ILY!!! cause I've been dying to talk about them but no one ever wants to talk about them...

Au Masterlist!!

Honey and Quinn had barely seen each other since they arrived back in Vancouver, she understood, the offseason had been so relaxing and calm so the entrance back into the regular season meant that intense training would be starting up again.

Baby Warren babbled on his soft foam mat, drool all down his chest as his mum made his first bottle of the day. Her hips swayed along to the music playing on the radio, a grin on her lips as she finished brewing her second coffee of the morning. The music ended and the radio hosts started to ramble about the weather as she grabbed the year-old up off of the floor to put him in her high chair, a bottle in her hands and a little plate of sliced blueberries in her hand just in case he was still hungry.

The grin on Honey's face grew as she watched Quinn walk down the stairs in a dress shirt and pants, the collar undone as she fixed the cuffs of his sleeves. Her smirk doubled in size as he planted himself in front of her, a shy smile on his face as her hands ran over the soft fabric that covered his chest, landing on the buttons of his collar, doing them up for him. She stood on her tiptoes to place a messy open-mouthed kiss on the underside of his jaw, a shy smile appearing on his face as he abandoned the task at hand to grab her by the waist.

"You look so sexy, all dressed up," she grinned, he dipped down to place a slow kiss on her lips, both their cheeks a vibrant shade of red as she pulled away with furrowed brows, "Wait, why are you dressed up, I thought you were just training?" His lips formed a straight line, "I have a surprise," he grinned as her face softened, a look of wonder taking over her demeanour.

She fluffed up his hair, his thumbs running over the exposed skin of her torso, a grin taking form on his lips as he looked down to see her in her kinda revealing pyjamas shorts and an old Canuck shirt from his rookie year, the fabric of the neck stretched to expose her collarbone and shoulder. "Remember last weekend, when mom and dad came up to visit and the owners of the Canucks took us out to dinner?" she nodded and then let out a hiss of pain as Warren threw his bottle at the back of her legs, an apologetic look took place on her face as she grabbed their son from his high chair. "Sorry," she mumbled as Quinn took his son out of her arms and kissed his cheek, a giggle leaving Warren's mouth at the attention he was now receiving, "I do remember that though, it was nice."

Warren's hands gripped at his father's freshly styled hair, a laugh leaving Quinn's mouth as he wrangled his curls out of the baby's grip, "Q, I love you, but you're making me anxious," Honey said, her hand fixing his hair once again and then she positioned his gaze to look her in the eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled, She motioned for him to spit it out, "Sorry, so we went to dinner and then later that night I got a call, and they asked me to be the captain, I was gonna-" she stopped his explanation and slammed her lips onto his. "Oh my god Q," she hugged him, placing kisses all over his face out of excitement.

"I don't even know what to say," She stopped kissing him and smiled at his shy grin. He looks at his smiley son and then back up at his wife, "I would've been okay with a 'congrats'" he shrugged. she shook her head at his stupid suggestion, "Dinner, maybe Brock can watch him, me and you dinner, with a nice dress," her eyebrows raised as Quinn nodded. "Or, we ask Brock to take him for the night, we order in, wine, no dress, no nothing, and-" he was cut off with a kiss as he chuckled into her excitement-fuelled kisses.

"Sounds perfect," she winked and snatched their son right out of his hands to feed him some blueberries, "You're gonna be late if you don't finish getting ready and get out the door," she motioned over to the clock on the stove, he kissed her one last time, and then placed a kiss to his son's cheek before he left to retrieve his suit jacket.

She smiled softly and placed Warren back into his high chair to give him the sliced blueberries, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as Quinn made his way to the door, "I'll be home early," he grinned and toed on his leather dress shoes, she turned to him nodding as he walked over one last time. she placed the plate away from her son, a grin on her face as her arms wrapped around his neck placing a slow kiss to his lips as he grinned into the long kiss.

"You're gonna be late," she mumbled against his mouth, as he pulled away. "I know, I know," he fixed the collar of his suit and his hair, a flustered smile on his face as he looked down to a blueberry-covered Warren who was waving him goodbye, "bye bud," he said wiping the mushed up fruit off of his son's cheek.

"Make us proud," she grinned, "Captain," the word sounded sultry rolling off of her tongue, Quinn grew flustered as he kissed her cheek and made a bee-line straight for the door.

Let's just say this is the night that Hayden is conceived...

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[basiccortez]

Goodnight, Baby - R. Abbott

note: just a cute little Rhett moment. It's actually from a prompts list called 50 wordlesss ways to say 'I love you' and I am tempted to bring it back again. . . also, my requests on this blog are open! read the pinned post for questions:) word count: 630 Rhett Abbott Masterlist

Rhett sighed as he walked into the house, quietly kicking off his boots. It had been a long day of working out in the hot sun, moving cattle and fixing the broken fence on the Abbott Ranch. He had sent you a text telling you not to wait up, that he would be home late. He hated not being home for dinner, or getting ready for bed. It sucked when it was just the two of you, now that there was a baby in the mix.

Jude Elliot Abbott had turned one a couple months, and Rhett felt like he had missed most of his life already. There were milestones that Rhett had missed due to being on the road for competitions or moving cattle. He hated it. You had told him over and over again that it was okay, that Jude wouldn’t even know the difference if Rhett was there or not. It still didn’t help Rhett feel any better. 

He moved around the kitchen quietly as he warmed up the plate of food you had left for him. He smiled at the new picture on the fridge that looked like Jude had drawn at daycare. The front of their fridge had become covered in pictures of Jude and them, pictures Jude had scribbled at daycare, or projects they had him do. Rhett cherished every single picture like it was a masterpiece.

When Rhett was done eating, he walked up the stairs quietly, looking at the various family pictures that littered the walls as he walked to the bedroom. He smiled at your sleeping frame as he moved around in the half lit room, taking off his clothes and putting on something more comfortable. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, and hung up the wet towels that you left on the floor after Jude’s bath. He walked over to you, and gently ran his hand over your hair, and leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek. 

You moved slightly at the feeling of his body, and gave him a sleepy smile, “Mm, welcome home.” 

“Hi,” Rhett whispered and leaned back down to kiss your lips, “How was your day?” 

“Good. Jude drew a new picture at daycare.” 

“I saw. Might need him to draw my new base drum cover.” 

You let out a tired chuckle, “You eat?” 

“Yeah,” Rhett nodded, “Go back to sleep, I’m gonna go check on our boy,” You nodded and Rhett kissed your lips once more  before he walked down the hallway to his little boy’s room. 

His heart felt warm as he walked into the room, and could see his son’s sleeping face, with his thumb tucked into his mouth. Jude was fast asleep on his back, small little sighs leaving his mouth as he slept. Rhett crept over to his crib, leaning over it as he watched the little boy sleep soundly. He watched his chest rise and fall, still scared that he was going to have a lapse in breathing. Jude had finally grown out of his sleep apnea, but it didn’t stop Rhett from still being worried about it. 

Rhett sighed and leaned his head on his arms, closing them for a second when he heard Jude stir. Rhett picked his head up quickly and watched as the little boy moved around, readjusting to get more comfortable, and shifting the soft blanket that covered him. Once Jude was settled back into sleep, a deep sigh leaving his mouth, Rhett fixed the baby blanket, slightly tucking him back in. Rhett gently patted the back of his head, feeling his soft brown curls, and then leaned in to kiss his head. 

“Goodnight, baby,” Rhett said, and left the room to go lay down next to his wife.

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[mara-tevith-solo]

Sing a Little Song For Me

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Part 6 of the drabble set and yes, it is more smut, enjoy!

Warnings: Birth Control, smut, foul mouthed characters, wrap it before you tap it! P in V, light kinks, talk of consensual bondage, biting, blood, Quaritch is his own warning still 

Pairing: Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar named f!reader/oc 

Rated 18+

Words: 1.7k + 

Taglist: @rayurbay​  @tinyfairies​ @perseny​ @kimqueenofhell​ @blueberry-thrawn​​​​​

"What's that?" Miles asked as he leaned over my shoulder and took a sniff before recoiling "Agh! Smells like rotten lawn clippings." He moved quickly, his hand under his nose as he continued to scowl at my cup of tea.

I laughed softly at his antics as I shook my head, taking an exaggerated, loud, sip while staring him down "It is a very special tea, ma Miles." I hummed, voice thick with amusement.

"What's it do?" He asked cautiously, still eyeing it like it could potentially be a bomb.

"It prevents pregnancy." I shrugged serenely, still smiling over the mug at him.

He blinked at me for a moment, disgust forgotten before he nodded understandingly "I was gonna ask how we prevent... all that. Not that I don't..." He trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck, his entire face tinted lilac.

I smiled gently as I set down the mug and closed the distance, taking one of his hands in mine and playing with it "Now is not the time for babies." I finished for him, peeking up at him through my lashes. "Maybe," It was my turn to blush as I focused on his hand between mine "one day, we can have a little girl, and maybe another son."

He gripped one of my hands, closing his fingers around it gently "Woman." He rumbled in warning, though his eyes gave off a different kind of heat as he stared down at me.

I smiled innocently up at him "What? I've done nothing!" I insisted with a laugh.

He pulled me closer as though he didn't care who was watching, pressing his forehead to mine with a warm smile "You know exactly what you're doing."

I devolved into a giggling pile of goo as I hung onto his biceps, wondering if I'd ever been that happy in my entire life "And what is it I'm supposedly doing, Colonel?" I asked, forcing the words past the laughter bubbling in my throat as I tried to be serious for a moment.

He growled softly as his grip tightened, though he didn't do anything further, not wanting to give the watching eyes a show "Remember what I said the other day? Don't make me repeat myself, Lieutenant." I did, in fact, remember. I just enjoyed ruffling his feathers.

"Shame." I winked as I pulled away, knowing my tea would get downright foul if it got cold "Well, I'm gonna go finish my tea, and then take care of myself." I finished my tea in one nasty gulp as he watched my every movement like he was unimpressed, arms crossed over his chest, supporting his weight on one leg like he had all the sass in the universe. As soon as he was sure I was done he was throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, gripping my thighs so that I didn't pitch either way as he walked, leaving me to yelp loudly and try to push myself up on his middle back "Colonel!" I admonished, trying not to laugh at his caveman behavior.

When he got to our room he made sure to lock the door before putting me down on the bed, instantly shucking off his clothes "So what was that about taking care of yourself?" He asked lowly.

I bit my lip as I grinned up at him "Mental note to self: calling you 'Colonel' gets you hot and bothered." I slipped off my t-shirt slowly, giving him a little show before standing and pulling off my shorts.

"Only when you say it." He groaned, palming himself as I moved. When I turned around to take off my necklace and place it on the nightstand, his hands found my sides, his palms smoothing over my skin as he explored. His touch was electrifying as he collected my hair and kuru, moving it all over my right shoulder with care before his lips slowly, torturously, lavished the left side of my neck. The soft moan that his attentions pulled only spurred him on further as I pressed back against his chest. He was gentle as he pushed me down onto the bed, his hands moving from my shoulders as my knees settled in the mattress, down my spine, pushing me down onto my forearms as he settled on his knees as well. His touch was tender, loving, as his hands moved from my back to my hips, pulling me back until my pussy was swallowing his cock inch by delicious inch.

"Feel so fucking good, sweetheart," He praised with a groan, digging his fingers into my flesh as I reflexively clamped down on him as soon as his head was pushing against my cervix. "So fucking good."

"Oh fuck." I practically purred when I realized that he hadn't even bottomed out, exhilarated at the anticipation. "Miles." I breathed as he began rocking, making the shallowest thrusts he could while driving me wild. Without warning, he was hilting himself with every thrust, pushing in as far as he could possibly go as I bit into the blankets so that I wasn't screaming for the whole ship to hear.

"That's it, oh fuck ya, so wet for me, so good. So perfect, Ani." He babbled, barely making any sense as he continued, sending me into delirium with pure pleasure. When I started rocking back into him I thought he was going to blow a gasket, gripping the base of my tail and using it for leverage to fuck me harder, deeper. The mattress could dampen only so much of my cries and wordless begs, but it was doing a damn good job from what I could tell "Cum on my cock, Ani. Can you do that for me? Cum on my cock like a good girl." The tone of his voice, mixed with the pleasure and his grip sent me vaulting over the edge, making me shudder and curl in on myself just enough to change his angle. He began thrusting harder with the aftershocks, my walls convulsing for all they were worth as he groaned loudly. "Ani, I'm, I'm, fuuckk!" He came with a hard thrust, the head of his cock breaching my cervix with a loud pop and a quick shock of pain that made another orgasm rock through me, turning my vision white as I clamped down on him hard enough to send his teeth into the back of my shoulder with enough force to draw blood. It took us both a few minutes to calm down enough to pull away from each other without being too over stimulated, my core aching so good as I sagged down onto the mattress, shivering from the occasional aftershock of the last orgasm. "Fuck! I'm sorry, Princess." Miles cursed sharply as he quickly pressed what felt like a balled up shirt firmly onto the bite.

"Worth it." I assured him with a tired smile, blinking up at him as though it was midnight of day four with no sleep.

"I shouldn't be hurting you." He argued, guilt riddling his voice. It was... it made me warn and almost gleeful that such a harsh man, a strict man, someone who closed himself off to nearly everyone else, was soft and caring towards me. It felt like a gift, to know the vulnerable side of him. It made my heart swell as my sleepy smile broadened. 

I tried to push myself up into a sitting position, but the combination of the amazing sex and the pressure he was applying sent me right back into the bed "I like it." I admitted with a satisfied hum "I enjoy pain in the moment and get off on it. Especially when it's from you."

He blinked down at me, dumbfounded, face suddenly ablaze even as he hit me with a seductive grin "You kinky little vixen." He praised.

"Only for you." I repeated what seemed to have been becoming my favorite line for him, closing my eyes to rest up a bit.

"I've still gotta doctor this, so it doesn't become infected and cause real problems." He pulled the shirt away, even as it stuck a bit, leaving the bed entirely to get the medkit under the bathroom sink. "This'll sting, Princess. Just grab on if it hurts too much." Was all the warning I got before the wound began to burn, an alcohol swab being damn near dug in to every nook and cranny.

"Ow ow ow ow! Not sexy! Very not sexy!" I hissed and yipped, trying my hardest not to squirm away as I gripped his offered ankle tightly, trying to not dig my nails in. He stopped for a second, giving me a chance to breathe, only to come back in with a second swab. I was near the point of tears when he finally stopped, securing a gauze pad and waterproof bandages over top to protect it. "Ouch." I sniffed as I finally relaxed and let go of him, ignoring his chuckling as he cleaned up.

"Well you didn't punch or bite me, so I'm gonna label you as an excellent patient." He praised as he laid down next to me, weird angle and all, letting me turn over and snuggle into his side as he held the hand I laid on his chest.

I smiled with a soft laugh, shaking my head against the crook of his shoulder "You have very low standards, my dear." I teased him, my tone gentle so that he had no reason to think I meant anything bad by it.

He just scoffed, covering a short laugh as he held me closer, shaking his head at me "Ha ha." His hand came to rest on my hip and gripped gently "You better be careful, or I might just punish you." His voice was low and sultry as he moved to pressed his nose against my forehead.

"Oh really?" I giggled softly, pressing my thighs together as a wave of need rolled through my being. He scratched gently at my hip, goading me on with a devilish grin.

His thumb stroked the back of my hand in a soothing pattern as I continued to fidget "Mhmm," He hummed as though he was unbothered by my actions "I might be nice and let you cum next time. Or, if you don't behave, I might just tie you up and take my time." His eyes flashed with excitement as he spoke lowly, his words sounding like they were coming directly from his chest with how deep and rumbled his voice sounded.

[blueberryinko]

Request: The Festival

Another request for my good friend @EnriqueTorq!

“Frank, bills are due again.” Julia sighed, sitting on the couch. Her seven month pregnant belly stretched across her lap, taut with triplets. They were beginning to be really tight on utilities and it was taking its toll. Julia worked from home as much as possible, but sales were slow this season, which had massively damaged her commission income.

“They’re not that bad right now, right? It’s the middle of spring, energy has to be going down about now.” He murmured, sitting down on the couch and rubbing her belly. She shifted, her stomach riding up to reveal her big pregnant gut, swollen and ripe with child. This was her eighth pregnancy, having had six children already, her eldest being eighteen and her youngest two being a year old. “Yeah, but remember we have two more mouths to feed than last time and we spent expenses on the nursery…” Julia wondered if they were doing the wrong thing, having so many kids.

Frank pulled down her shirt, veiny swollen breasts full and heavy. After a mastitis infection last winter, Julia often got engorged, and right now they were heavy and full. “God, I need release…” She moaned, breathy. Frank squeezed, and watched as milk trickled from her boob. Frank grins, starting to suckle. She arched her back, whimpering. “Oh, Frank!” Her breath hitched as his hands went to her thighs, kneeling over her.

“Y’know the Wonka festival’s up soon.” He offered, grinning. “I know the village clerk offered you Violet’s role.” Both Julia and Frank had a blueberry kink. Julia wanted to swell big and ripe with juice, and Frank wanted her to be his berry for as long as she could. But right now that wasn’t possible for them. So they’d take what they could get. “I-i know! Nnngh!” Julia moaned. “I’m so… so excited.. b-but.. may have to leave early.. the babies are on such a set schedule now-“

Frank shushes her, drinking more of her milk. “Nnnaaahhhh!” Julia whined, curling her back over and clutching Frank’s head. “I have the costume ready again.. and with this big belly I’ll really look the- nnnghh- part!” She exclaimed. “Nnngh.. you’re gonna look so good.” Frank promised with a guttural growl, shirking off her jeans.

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The day of the festival had arrived two weeks later, and Julie was having trouble getting dressed. She’d been standing in her bedroom for twenty minutes just trying to button up these damn pants. “Frank! I’m too fat!” She grumped, causing Frank to come running. There she was, stood in just her bra and tight pants, the blouse sat to the side of her snd the belt just the same. “Here baby, lemme help.” He offered.

He kneeled at her front, hands on her belly. He kissed it, rubbing it gently as he moved towards her pants button, trying to close the clasp over her expanse. “You got it yet?” Julia whined, trying to peer around her bulging womb, unable to see her beloved husband. “Just about,” Frank grunted, pressing the clasp together as hard as he could, and as Julia felt her belly tighten she moaned. “Oooh~!” Finally, the button clasped, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Now.. now for the blouse.” She sighed, turning to the deep blue, sleeveless blouse. Frank chuckled, holding it up. “Come on, into it.” He ordered. Julia pouted, unbuttoning it and pulling the sleeves over her arms. One by one, she started buttoning the blouse, but as soon as it got to her belly, she began to struggle. Frank took over, starting to clasp them together. But they just weren’t coming together, so Frank had an idea.

“Percy! Come here and help your mother!” He called. Their son came out from the bedroom, noting his mom’s clothes struggles. “Are you sure about this costume idea, Mom?” Percy asked, moving in to help his father button her up. Julia grumbled. “It’s either that or go as a toilet paper mummy. I’m sticking with this.” She crossed her arm over her bountiful breasts, and as her two boys struggled to button her up, finally they managed to squeeze her into the blouse. Every breath she took made the fabric screech in protest, ready to pop at any moment.

“Okay, I think I’m ready to- nnk!- go.” Julia murmured, waddling heavily towards the car. Every groan of her blouse made Julia think that she was the one that was going to pop, every kick from the babies making her veiny, swollen boobs wobble. Their minivan was able to fit all of their kids, thankfully. Julia heaved herself into the passenger’s seat, Frank grinning as he set the car in motion.

“Alright there tubby?” He joked, patting her belly. Julia whined, rubbing her belly. “I thought you liked me being chubby?” She pouted.

Frank chuckled. “Of course I do,” he murmured, rubbing her belly as he drove. “And I love this bulging baby-maker of yours.” She giggled, and after an hour’s drive, they arrived at the festival. It was booming, music playing and children running around. But Julia seemed to be one of the stars of the show, her gravid bump swinging and heaving as she waddled through the crowd. She felt people rubbing her bump and grunted. “H-hey, hands off the merchandise!” She scolded, arms over her swollen boobs.

She spent the day waddling around with her kids, doing some of the prize grabs and games, watching as they went on the fairground rides. She got a ton of stares, rubbing her maternal swell with pride. A button burst as she stretched, her popped navel showing very plainly, a linea negra a faint imprint on her form. “Whoops!” She squeaked, wincing as more of her blouse began to pop. “Frank! Take our picture before I’m topless in public!” She was lactating too, her front soaked.

Frank rushed over with the kids, setting up the camera. As soon as he had all their kids in the frame, he rushed around Julia’s back, snaking a hand into her trousers, grabbing her ass. “Annh!” She grunted, biting back a moan and hiding it with a grin. Julia pouted after the photo was taken, posting it on their social page. “How do I look?” She grinned. She was definitely going to post on her blog about this later as well.

“Like a fertility goddess.” Frank assured her as they loaded the kids back into the minivan. Julia was happy, even as she heaved herself back into the van. Back to their bills and worries. And her due date, creeping ever closer, ready for her next pregnancy.

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Three days later, Julia was working from home when she got an email.

To: juliamartinez@webmail.com

From: anodyne@web.official.org

RE: Experiment Candidacy

To Ms Martinez,

I happened to come across your photo on your social media page. I must congratulate you on your pregnancy. I’m a representative of Anodyne, and we would simply love to give you the opportunity to try out our special drug, Vio-X! To try our new drug, we would pay you a whole sum of $50 million to be our test subject. Call us back if you wish to come in, I would recommend not missing this opportunity.

Best wishes,

Marcus Francois

Julia stared at the offer. This couldn’t be real, could it? “Hey Frank?” She called to him, starting to search around to check if they were legit. They were as well, to her awe. Frank brought one of the twins to her, whom she placed in her arms. “Look at this. 50 million dollars! This could be life-changing for us!” She exclaimed. Frank’s jaw dropped.

“And just to try a new drug? I can look after the kids for the day if you need me to?” Frank offered. Julia was excited now, practically bouncing in her seat as she wrapped her other arm around Frank. “I’m gonna call them back now!” She shuffled out of her seat, handing the baby back to Frank and holding her belly as she brought out her phone.

“Hi there, this is Julia Martinez? I’m calling about the Anodyne offer? Does tomorrow work for you?”

The next day, Julia had her mother-in-law drive her in to Anodyne’s headquarters. Waddling towards the reception desk, the green dress she was wearing immediately tore down the belly, exposing her tan pregnant gut. “Does everything I wear have to rip?” She moaned exasperatedly. Approaching the receptionist, she angled her belly to the side. “Hi there, Julia, here for the drug trial?”

“Julia!” There was the guy she’d been talking to on the phone last night. Marcus Francois. He was a blond corporate looking guy in a bland suit, rushing up towards her. “My god, you’re even bigger in person! And that ass!” Marcus greeted, smacking it with some force. Julia yelped. “H-hey, only my husband’s allowed to touch me like that!” Marcus raised his hands defensively. “Just a friendly greeting. Come, come, the lab boys really have something here!”

As she waddled along laboriously, she kept a hand on her back. “You have to be due any day now, right?” Marcus asked. Julia nodded. “T-two weeks.” She gasped. Marcus grinned. “You shoulda worn that Violet outfit. You know what we’re cooking up here, right?” Actually Julia didn’t.

“You’ve seen the movies, right?” Marcus asked. Julia frowned in confusion. “What, the Wonka ones?” She certainly had and confirmed as much to him.

“Why, what does that have to do with anything?” She questioned. Marcus seemed to vibrate, he was that enthused. “You’ve seen what happened to Violet in the movies, right?” No, he couldn’t possibly be talking about what she thought she was, right? Her nethers became warm, and she felt a damp spot starting to form in her panties. “No freaking way! Really?”

“Really!” Marcus confirmed. “I’m betting you wore that costume on purpose, right? You had to have known what you were doing, I mean, look at you, you’re the perfect candidate!” Julia gasped. “Wait, is that what I’m gonna be?”

Marcus nodded. “We recreated the three-course-gum, all effects included, in a tiny pill! We want to corner the fetish market with this thing, we can sell millions to celebs who can peddle this stuff!” He explained.

“W-wait, you can actually turn me into a blueberry? What about the babies?” Julia questioned. Marcus waved his hands. “Oh, they’ll be fine! Even with a blueberry as a mama, I mean, it’s not as if we’re able to juice you once it happens-“

“Wait, it’s permanent?” Julia asked. “But how will I be a mom to my kids, how will I hug them?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Marcus reasoned, shrugging his shoulders as he bounced down the stairs. “I mean, once you’ve transformed, we’ll have to do a little bit of poking and experimenting-“

“No experiments!” Julia protested. “I don’t do needles and I certainly don’t wanna pop!”

Marcus. “Lady, experiments are necessary for this to work, we’ve simmed this dozens of times but we need a live subject!”

“No, I don’t want to, I have to go, I’ll let you know later!” She snapped, waddling out, her nerves frayed. She forced herself to calm down as she waddled back to the van, being driven home.

Her mind raced on the way back. Why had she denied her chance to live out her dream, Frank’s dream? Because of a few needles, because she’d have to be tested and experimented on?

She imagined herself, a fertile blue ball crammed full of juice and babies, a big blueberry breeder for her husband. She eyed her mother-in-law, then slowly dug her finger under her dress, starting to pant.

She reached home later than she would have liked, but as she waddled back in, she noted Frank at the counter, tired and nursing one of the babies.

“Frank,” She murmured, taking the baby from him. “That drug.. it.. it can make me a blueberry.” She stammered, still reeling. Frank shot up, now fully awake. “Sorry honey.. repeat that?” Julia explained. “The company made the gum! In pill form! And I denied it because I was scared of a few needles! I’m so stupid-“ Frank stopped her.

“Hey, hey, calm, Jules, calm.” Frank murmured, a hand on her belly.

“They’ll be waiting on your decision, right? You can do this.” He encouraged. “We’ve wanted this for so long, right?” Julia knew he was right. “You’re gonna get so big honey, c’mon!” Julia and Frank had stars in their eyes, and Julia drew herself up to her full, pregnant height. “I’m gonna do it,” she decided, picking up her phone once again.

“Anodyne? This is Julia Martinez. I’ve made my decision.”

-

The next morning, Julia waddled out to the post office with Frank. Her heart raced, and she could tell by Frank’s heavy breathing and tentpoled pants that he was feeling the same. She finally reached the front of the line, and the cashier slid the package into the retrieval area. She felt inside, a small package meeting her hands.

“This is it,” Julia squealed, taking the gum out of the packet.

“You ready?” Frank asked, and Julia quickly popped it in her mouth before she could get cold feet. They waited for a few moments, and wandered out of the store. As she waddled, she could feel her skin heating up. She figured it was just a regular heat flush, then saw her arms. “Holy shit, it’s working!” Julia gasped, feeling herself as she was painted a deep cobalt hue.

Frank gazed at his wife, a radiant glow emanating from her body. “Babe.. you’re beautiful.. we gotta get you home before you can’t fit in the door!” Julia’s belly let out a deep, gurgling rumble. “Nnnff…” She gasped, shuddering as her already pregnant belly began to fill with juice. Her hands went to her belly, and she moaned happily. “Frankieee… it’s happening…” She groaned, ecstasy coursing through her veins much like the juice starting to fill her body.

“I know honey, and you look amazing!” Frank encouraged. Julia mewed, then felt a pressure in her hips. “O-oh my God!” She raised her arms. Her hips were swelling out, wider with every moment that passed. Her dress was starting to tear, the pink fabric thin and pliable as tears appeared on every part of her outfit. She loved it, her eyes rolling in the back of her head a moment.

“C’mon baby, keep moving.” Frank moved his hefty breeder along, watching as she waddled expertly, growing as if she was always meant to be a blueberry. Julia grinned, then she felt a twin pressure down below. “Oh my God!” She gasped, looking over her swelling shoulder. Her dress tore apart as her ass ballooned outwards. The gelatinous spheres wobbled and clapped as she took a step back, adjusting to her weight.

She’d always been a bottom heavy woman, but now she was truly pear shaped. Passers-by were staring and videoing, and Julie showed off, becoming ever more increasingly naked as SNAP! Went her dress, breaking into scraps and ribbons as she outgrew it. She was left in just her panties and her trainers, her panties waistband starting to press into her circumference. “You’re just getting bigger!” Frank marvelled at her burgeoning body.

“I know! I-I’m never going back, I have to get bigger!” Julia murmured, juice cramming every part of her. Her limbs became thick and heavy, and she could feel her womanhood becoming fat and juicy, dripping through her panties and staining the ground. She tried to waddle more than a few steps, almost losing her balance.

“She’s a balloon!”

“Look at those kicks, how pregnant is she?”

“She’s so fat! Look at that berry bitch waddling!”

The comments drove her wild, moaning and whimpering as she tried to reach more and more of her form, biting her lip. “F-Frank, oh, Frank, so horny, p-please..” She begged. Even if it was in front of all these people, she wanted him to fuck her stupid, breeding her big berry ass as hard as he could. And she was only getting more and more immobile.

Her gaining spree, her mass a whole globe of juice was just going on and on, flapping biceps barely able to hold even a few inches of her body any more.

Frank watched as her ass tore through her panties, stopping her in her tracks. “No, I think you’ll wait,” He grinned. ‘O-oh no, he’s in dom mode..’ Julia whimpered, her womanhood just getting wetter.

Her tits ballooned within minutes. What had already been huge milk jugs were just increasing in magnitude, hanging to either side of her voluminous gut, going from beanbag size to bigger than watermelons in moments.

She leaked juice copiously, like a weird form of fire hydrant, her tits lactating thick, nutritious blueberry milk any of her babies could nurse from. The babies kicked in her expansive womb, excited by their mama’s massive changes. BANG! “Aanh!” Her panties went, snapping to shrapnel, her ass slapping together with a triple CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! And her belly churning wildly.

Julia rounded out as her expansion slowed to a stop. Her hands and feet settled in her divots and her breasts blimped once more, throwing her onto her belly as they reached beanbag size, her ass like twin gym balls. She laid on her belly, gushing juice from her swollen labia, and Frank grinned, pulling out his phone. “Gotta take pictures for proof baby.” He teased, snapping photos of her at all angles.

“Dude! Look at that pussy, it’s super fat!”

“God I wanna see those cheeks clap again!”

“So lewd! I can’t imagine swelling up like that in front of my daughters like that!”

Frank sent the photos, and moments later, the 50 million dollars settled in their joint account. He looked at his wife. “Time to tell everyone just what you are and who made you this way, berry.” He murmured. Julia pouted. “But I wanna fuck!” She whined.

Frank hummed. “It’s just a few sentences honey, then I’ll fuck you all you want.” Julia’s eyes lit up and she nodded enthusiastically, as Frank rolled her upright.

“I’m Julia, and I’m a big berrygirl! Thank you Anodyne!” She crowed, flapping her hands happily. “I’m a big, pregnant berry mommy!” She knew videos would be up on the internet within the day, but right now all she could think about was how damn horny she was.

“That’s a good berry.” Frank growled, pushing her onto her back, then starting to roll her back home. Julia couldn’t wait.

[giggly-squiggily]

Efforts To Stay Awake (Hell's Paradise)

Back at it again with my Hell's Paradise BS *backflips into a crunchyroll sign*

akjekjakejrjkaejkr but really: I had a craving for Lee!Sagiri and needed to write it! I adore her so much, and the scene with her nearly falling asleep made me giggle. I hope you like it!

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@rachi-roo, @thatbigbisexual29 @cupcake-spice13

A small hand tugged at Gabimaru’s sleeve.

When he looked over, Mei was watching him, eyes big. Around him, the rest of the group talked on, stuffing their faces with fruit and asking Hoko about various elements of the village. The ex-shinobi had tuned out most of it- if it didn’t help him find the elixir and get home to Yui he frankly didn’t care.

“We should always show interest when others are speaking. It’s polite, and it means we’re good listeners.”

…Well, alright. He was about to nod in apology and start to focus on the chatter around him when Mei suddenly pointed. When he followed her finger, he found the sight far more interesting than whatever Senta was inquiring about.

Sagiri was falling asleep, head tilted downward and eyes half-lidded. Her stance seemed proper enough, but there was a clear dip in her shoulders as she struggled not to completely crash. Every few seconds her eyes would close and she’d start to lean forward- only to snap up again at the last second.

That..was rare. He swore these Asaemon were machines in human skin; never sleeping, constantly monitoring him and the other criminals, swords practically glued to their palms at any given moment.

Of course- they’d probably say the same to him, but that wasn’t relevant right now. The point is; Sagiri was drowsy.

And that meant opportunity was upon them.

“She’s gonna get a face full of blueberries if she stays like that.” He whispered to Mei, earning a soft giggle. “She’ll turn purple- she can blend right in with the monsters here after that.”

“I heard that.” Sagiri cut them a look, making Mei squeak softly as she hid behind Gabimaru’s leg. Softening instantly, she gave the little girl a smile.

“It’s true.” The ex-shinobi pointed out, unfazed. “You’d be all:” He made his face into a look of shock, wide eyed and jaw open. Mei giggled against his knee, covering her face with her hands. Sagiri’s eyes narrowed sharper before she turned back to the rest of the group, promptly ignoring him.

“She’s gonna be out in two seconds.” He decided.

“I will not.”

“Will too.” He smiled, winking at Mei before scooting over some. When he was within arm’s reach, he raised a hand, fingers wiggling. “No worries- I’ll keep you awake.”

Sagiri eyed his hand with a brief glare before returning her attention to the group. For the first few minutes, she was fine, focusing on the conversation.

Then sleep was there once more- the steam from the bath combined with the tea she was offered urging her to close her eyes. She blinked once, twice. They started to droop..

A poke to her side made her shoot up. Beside her, Gabimaru was unmoved- the only indication he did something was the slight twitch of his lips.

Another few minutes passed. Her eyes began to droop…

Poke, poke, poke. A succession this time. Sagiri bit the inside of her cheek to keep from making noise, swatting at his hands. The fourth poke attempted, she grabbed his wrist, giving him a deadly look. Cut it out.

No. His raised eyebrow said back. So stubborn!

From his right, Mei was watching with wide eyes, torn between amused and concerned. Pulling Gabimaru’s clothes once more, she gestured him down to ear level.

Good. He was distracted. Now she could move away-

Mei was deposited into her lap.

Wide eyed, she gaped at Gabimaru- the other was openly grinning at her now. That son of a-!

“Try to keep the noise down, Sagiri. Hate to interrupt the meeting.” Gabimaru whispered, his fingers flying as they poked at her ribs, leaving no spot untouched along her side. Sagiri prided herself on not being easily shaken in the face of criminals, but this- this was ridiculous!

“That’s mainly how things work- Sagiri? Are you alright?” Hoko asked, drawing everyone’s attention to her in the room when she ducked her face into Mei’s hair.

“I’m fi-ine! I’m fine. Please, continue.” She waved her hand, jerking some when Gabimaru jabbed her hip. She pinched his hand when it came by again, making him pull back temporarily. “You were saying about the village?”

“Yes- about the way things worked here well before the Tensen took over.” Hoko resumed his answer, Senta asking a few more questions in the process. Yuzuriha didn’t look away, eyes trained on the trio with mischievous glint.

“Gabi~ You know a good spot to go for?” She cooed, voice like a feather as she creeped over. Sagiri stared her down like a bug, leaning away some at the Kunochi’s grin. “If you go here, she’ll make the cutest sound~”

“Don’t you da-AHHAHARE!” Sagiri practically spasmed when her shoulder blades were pinched, a loud high pitched squeal escaping. Senta and Hoko looked over with curious eyes as Yuzuriha flopped over, laughing like a hyena. On her other side, Gabimaru was shaking, head ducked down as he tried muffling his snickers. Mei had fallen against Sagiri’s chest with a giggle of her own, smiling up at her with big eyes.

Sagiri sighed, cheeks red as she held her head. “Forgive me, you two…”

“Oh, you’re fine. We’ve realized we’ve been talking far longer than necessary.” Senta smiled, putting his book away as he turned to Hoko. “I believe this is a good stopping point in our chat, yes?”

“I agree. Thank you for giving me and Mei your ears.” Hoko bowed, the mention of the little girl’s name perking her up to join him as he stood. “If you need anything at all, please let us know.”

After they left, Yuzuriha rolled to her feet with a sigh. “I need another bath before bed. Tootles, you two! See you later, Sagirin~” She skipped away, Senta scrambling after her when he remembered he was supposed to be monitoring.

“And then there were two…” Gabimaru turned to her, finding Sagiri watching him with unreadable eyes. “Great work- you stayed awake the entire time. Though I doubt you remember half of what was said- I sure don’t.”

Silence. If anything, her eyes seemed to narrow. Gabimaru shifted.

“So…yeah. I think I’m gonna keep watch-”

“Run.”

Gabimaru was off at that single word, Sagiri flying after him with surprising speed. In the distance, Mei watched the two chase about the clearing like two birds- crashing to a heap against the dirt path when Sagiri managed to pin him.

“Gabi…maru…Sa…Giri…” She smiled, heart warming at the distant shouts of laughter coming from the small boy. “...Friends.”

Thanks for reading!

[eggcompany]

Sick Old Man

Legolas cares for Thranduil while he’s sick and Aragorn comes over to study. Domestic fluff to be honest.

“Ada, do you care if Aragorn stays over if we’re really quiet?” Legolas says as he squats down so his face is close to his fathers ear. Thranduil cracked open his eyes slowly. The dark circles under his eyes looked worse than they did in the morning. Legolas wanted to help make his Ada feel better and he had this morning but now he couldn’t. He had homework to do and he needed to study.

“Hm I suppose.” Thranduil said in a raspy deep voice. The older man then let out a harsh harking cough. Aragorn could hear it from where he stood in the kitchen.

“Ada, do you want anything? Need anything? I’ll get you anything you want. I could run to the shop or even to the pharmacy.” Legolas said as he slipped down to sit on his knees and placed his hand on his father’s shoulder. Legolas’s heart ached for his father. Seeing the usually strong stoic caregiver turned into... a poor sick man made his heart hurt.

“Darling boy, you don’t need to go anywhere. But you could do something for me.” Thranduil said as he sat up and brought his hand to Legolas’s shoulder. The taller man’s sweatshirt was rucked up so it showed his lower stomach. Legolas lightly pulled the worn grey fabric back down he then looked up from where he still sat down on the floor.

“What is it Ada? What do you want?” The son said. He would try to make Ada as comfortable as possible.

“Could you get me a few ibuprofen and a bottle of water? If you’re going to be studying in your room I’ll stay here but if you and the boy are going to be studying at the table or here I’ll move to my room.” Thranduil said and stretched his arms up above his head. Legolas stood to grab the bottle of medicine and water. He could hear his father’s back joints popping as he walked away. ‘ Poor old man’ thought the youngest.

Aragorn had sat down at the counter and was working on something on his laptop, his backpack sitting on the counter.

“Hey babes, I’ve just gotta bring Ada some meds and a drink. I think he wants us to be in my room. You can go ahead and get settled there.” Legolas said to his lover. Aragorn gave and understanding nod and took his backpack and computer and walked to his boyfriends bedroom.

Legolas quickly got a bottle of water from the fridge and three of the small brown pills and returned to his slumped over father.

“We’re gonna study in my room. If you need anything you can text me or ring me, I don’t want you to yell. Where’s your phone?” The younger man asked as the older took the medicine and drank down half the bottle of water. He looked around for a moment and then reached under his pillow and got his cell phone.

“Thank you. It’s pretty charged so it should be okay. Do you want more water? Have you been drinking enough?” The young man asked as he looked at his father. His hair was a mess, tangled and his braids where coming loose. Maybe he should brush it and braid it back later once Ada bathed.

“I would appreciate another water. I haven’t gotten up much all day but I drank a cup of water when I brushed my teeth.” Thranduil said.

Legolas fetched him a water bottle and some blueberries because every time he’s ever been sick he’s been practically force fed the things.

“Ah, old tricks. Thank you.” The older man said and popped a few berries in his mouth. Legolas watched him for a moment as he ate and drank and stretched his legs out. Legolas was about to leave but then an idea came to his mind.

“Ada, why don’t you go ahead and get a bath. We can study a while and then I can brush your hair. I can sit on the back of the couch so you can stay wrapped up in your blanket. Just tell me when you get out.” Legolas said and smiled as he watched his father nodded and stretched as he stood. He slouched for a moment and then stood up to his full height, so many pops and cracks radiated from his body.

“Hey Aragorn, we should do our homework first. Ada is getting a bath so I can do his hair. We can study while I do that, it’s an event. He’s sick so it’ll be like an hour.” Legolas said as he sat on the bed and leaned onto his boyfriend. He got a grunt in response and they got to work. They chatted a bit about work and school and this and that. And it did take an hour (and hour and a half actually) until there was a small knock at the door and Thranduil ‘s usually intimidating statue took up the doorway. He was slumped and his hair was hanging wet and loose around him, like a sad curtain. He had pulled on some sweatpants that ended above his ankle and an old worn light blue t-shirt. He looked at Legolas for a moment.

He didn’t say anything but went and sat back down on the couch and wrapped himself in the nice blanket.

Legolas got his brush, comb, leave in conditioner, and a container of hair ties. Aragorn got his laptop and pulled open their advanced zoology flash cards. He followed the blonde out to the living room where the elder man was sitting crisscross wrapped in his blanket.

The dark haired boy sat in the chair close to the couch and Legolas climbed over his father so his knees were beside each shoulder and he had access to the beautiful white hair.

“Ada do you care if we do our flash cards?” Legolas asked as he gather up all the hair.

“No, I don’t mind. My head doesn’t hurt too much anymore. What’s the subject?” Thranduil asked as he opened his eye and looked at the dark haired boy.

“Um.. zoology. We have finals next month. We have like 200 cards. It goes over everything. Sir.” Aragorn said and didn’t lift his eyes form the keyboard. Even in a sickened state Thranduil was quite intimidating. Legolas ran his fingers through the long hair a few times.

“Zoology... yes go ahead.” The father nods and closes his eyes attempting to find comfort in the hands running through his hair.

The boys went back and forth for a while, while Legolas ran the comb through his fathers hair.

“Ada did you know that a shrimps heart is in its head? That’s one of our fun facts we learned.” Legolas said as he gathered three up on the hair and separated it into three groups.

“I did know that. Yondo, I worked at a zoo and aquarium. I know a lot about a lot. Especially animals.” Thranduil said and tilted his head to help Legolas gather the hair closer to his face.

“Oh yeah... sorry Ada. How about you tell us one of your facts! I bet you can come up with a good one!” Legolas said excitedly. He started to weave the hair around his fingers into a beautiful pattern.

Thranduil hummed and thought for a moment.

“A platypus has no stomach.” The oldest man said. The fingers froze still in his hair and then his son laughed.

“Ada how would you know that? Aragorn did you know that?” Legolas said excitedly and he tied the end of the long white braid. Aragorn shook his head.

“Read it in a book. Anteaters have no teeth, platypuses have no stomachs, and meerkat mothers kill meerkat kits if they’re not their own. I could fetch my “Odd Behavior and Actions in The Animal Kingdom” book.” Thranduil said and leaned forward so his son could slide down to sit beside him.

“Oh that would be wonderful! I’ll go get it if you tell me where it’s at! Is it on your bookshelf or in your desk or what?” Legolas asked and stood up. Thranduil smiled.

“I’ll get it. I think it’s time for this sick old man to go to bed. I’m sure you are tired of caring for my icky self. Goodnight Mime yondo, Sinye... Seldo” Thranduil said as he unwrapped himself and stood. He patted his son on the shoulder before slumping to his bedroom. Legolas watched with sad eyes.

Aragorn picked up his laptop and walked back to the younger’s bedroom. But he turned and Legolas was still on the couch.

“Lisse? Babe? Are you coming?” Aragorn says questioningly. Legolas sighed and stood up to collect his supplies.

“Yes I’m fine. I just worry about him sometimes. I’ll put my stuff up and say goodnight to him and I’ll be right back.” The blonde said and walked passed his boyfriend planting a quick light kiss onto his lips.

As the the dark haired boy settled onto the rather soft bed with his laptop, Legolas put his things away. He finished and walked back to his fathers bedroom door.

He knocked lightly and heard his father call for him to come in.

Thranduil was tucked into his bed with his blanket pulled up to his chin. Legolas walked over and leaned down to kiss his fathers forehead.

“I said goodnight Son. What do you need?” Thranduil said and yawned. Legolas just stood.

“I love you Ada. Just wanted to tell you that. You’re the most beautifulest Ada ever. Me and Aragorn are going to be up for a while. Sleep well.” Legolas said and left.

Thranduil smiled. Legolas always said that when Thranduil was feel down or sick. It all started a long time ago when Legolas so so young.

Him and Legolas would sit together in an old rocking chair and Legolas would calm down from the day and fall asleep. It was Legolas’s mother’s chair but Thranduil rocked the baby to sleep in it each night for years.

One night when Legolas was more energetic than usual...

“Ada, do you think spiders are scary? Tauriel told me she saw one and that it was scary.” Legolas asked and looked up at his Ada.

“I don’t think they’re scary. Frightening and threatening, yes. But not scary.” Thranduil answers shortly. Legolas had just started his ‘curious about everything’ phase. Or the Million Question phase.

“What do you think is scary then? Do you even get scared anymore?” Legolas asked and shifted to get a better look at Thranduil ‘s face.

“Yes I still get scared sometimes. Like when you got sick or when you hurt your leg. Beasts usually don’t scare me anymore.” Thranduil said and snuggled his son a bit closer to himself. He heard Legolas gasp a bit.

“Am I scary!? Why are you scared of me? I love you! Don’t be scared of me!” Legolas said hurriedly. He wiggled until he stood up with his feet on each side of thranduils thighs. He was just tall enough to be even with his fathers face.

Thranduil laughed a bit.

“I love you too. I’m not scared of you, silly boy! I’m just scared of anything ever happening to you.” Thranduil said and watched his sons face come to realization.

“Good! I know I’m a big boy but you don’t need to be scared. I don’t think you’re scary either. My ada is far to~ pretty to be scary!” Legolas said and squished up his fathers cheeks. Thranduil felt his heart explode. Which happens maybe a million times a day. Thranduil thought for a moment though. His face fell into a solemn way when his son let his face free.

“Legolas... would you ever be scared of me? Evan if I didn’t look like this?” Thranduil looked into those pretty little blue eyes. He didn’t know how this would end but he hoped he wasn’t about to make a mistake.

“Oh course I would! I love you no matter what! Why wouldn’t you look like you?” The child asked.

“Legolas, Ada has a booboo. Remember when you hurt your leg and now you have that little scar? Well I have a much... nastier one on me. And sometimes it makes me ugly.” Thranduil explained.

“Well you can show me. You’re pretty! You’ll always be pretty! Cause you’re pretty in your heart!” The child said and waited to see his Adars scar.

Soon Thranduil looked down hand then half of his face warped and turned into a nasty melted hollow and one of his eyes faded to white.

Legolas gasped and his bottom lip stuck out. Thranduil thought he might cry but his son reached up and kissed his forehead.

“My Ada is the most beautifulest Ada ever.”

With that memory in mind Thranduil ‘s drifted into a deep sleep and the next morning he woke up feeling much better.

[shiftingsatyr]

Okay. I gotta hear more about your Pokémon DR!

BRO I'M ALWAYS DOWN TO TALK ABOUT MY DRs!! THANKS FOR ASKING!!!

This was really long so I put it it under a read more, don't wanna spam the Shiftblr fam with my long ass ramblings lmao /Joke

(Also sorry I took so long to answer, I'm sick rn >:/ )

Okay so my Pokemon DR is mostly set in Sun/Moon/Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon (Alola) but includes characters and pokemon from Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire (Hoenn) and Black/White/Black 2/White 2 (Unova) because my backstory and main pokemon team

So my backstory is basically that I'm childhood friends with Guzma, (Professor) Kukui, Plumeria and (Professor) Burnet but my family move away to Unova and I don't get to say goodbye to Guzma and it makes him think I abandoned him. I get the first two pokemon of my main team in Unova which is an Oshawott I name Jeffrey and a Larvesta that I name Vestia plus a few temp mons and with them I become Unova Champion before my family moves AGAIN to Hoenn and I get two more of my main pokemon party in a Mudkip (Mason) and a Ralts (Saka) plus more temp mon before I become the Hoenn Champion as well (Yeah I know what you're thinking "Dual pokemon champion in TWO separate regions?? Is that even allowed?" Well all I gotta say is it's my DR so I say it's rare but possible)

Many years later of defending my dual championships I get called by Kukui about him trying to start a Pokemon league in Alola and I accept the role of helping him run it but only because I secretly want to see Guzma again and so I move back to Alola, finding the last two of my main pokemon party in a Rowlett who I name Robin and a Goomy who I name Gooey. I'm not the Alola champion, preferring to spend my time away from Unova and Hoenn relaxing and catching up with my old friends which is when I decide to try and reach out to Guzma only to find that the sweet kid I used to know is now big boss of a criminal gang called team skull

The rest of the pokemon that aren't in my main party help me part time with running a nursery, raising newly hatched pokemon for first time trainers or they chill out in my apartment.

I know that's a long backstory but It's my reason as to why I have non Alola pokemon on my main team if the DR is set in Alola. My Love interest in the DR is (as you can probably guess) Guzma because he's my babygirl fr fr /positive and with the release of the Scarlet/Violet DLC(The indigo disk) and with it being heavily implied that Blueberry Academy is in Unova I have added in my script that eventually (Not sure when tbh, I'm gonna let the world decide) we both move back to Unova and have Drayton (I give up my Hoenn champion title but keep my Unova title)

Like you can't just give me a white haired kid with a punk attitude who lives in Unova and has a sweet tooth and NOT expect me to claim him as Guzma and I's son

And that's basically it! I may be missing some details but that's the jist of what my Pokemon DR is about, thanks again for asking about it! :D

[teiasviago]

Mother’s Day, 2008

“Mornin’, Mama,” Mulder rumbles from behind her, brushing her hair away from her neck to press a kiss there. “It’s your day...” His voice is a bit sing-song and she chuckles. “Don’t fall back asleep. I’m gonna grab Will.”

Scully nods against her pillow and pretends to be alseep as the bed dips, the floor creaking as Mulder exits the room. He returns shortly, his slower floor creaks mixed with fast-paced patters before their son leaps onto the bed and crawls on top of her.

“Happy Mommy’s Day!” Will greets, and she opens her eyes, letting her grin escape.

His face is right in front of hers but she doesn’t react, used to his lack of personal space when it comes to his parents. “C’mere, Wim,” she says, jostling him around as she rolls over onto her back and pulls up the blanket next to her. Will crawls underneath and snuggles into her. “You too, I want both my boys.”

Mulder obeys with a grin, also leaping onto the bed, and Will screeches as Scully laughs, the bed bouncing them around. He climbs under the blanket, completing Scully’s boy bracket. “What do you want to eat today?” Mulder asks, head propped up on his arm.

Scully stretches her arm around Will as he fiddles with her cross. “Mmm... Pancakes. Blueberry. Do we still have any?”

“I think so. Still in the fridge last I saw.” He playfully trains his gaze on their son. “And we’ve got some chocolate chips, too, for the ragamuffin here.”

“Mulder...” she whines, but she’s still smiling.

“It’s been seven years of me calling him ‘ragamuffin’, Scully, I think it’s a little late to give him a new nickname.”

“I like it!” the kid pitches in, perching his chin on her boob.

Scully hisses and shifts him over, petting his head. “Not on my boob, baby.”

He gives her a gap-tooth grin, and it’s all Mulder. “Sorry, Mommy.”

“C’mon,” Mulder says, shifting out from under the blanket. “Let’s give Mommy a great send-off because work didn’t give her off today!”

Scully covers her face as she laughs, swiping it down before following her Mulder boys downstairs for breakfast.

[running2reanimation]

Birthdays

Happy Birthday, King!

King woke to the smell of something burnt. Not the best way to start a birthday, but still definitely not the worst way he'd ever started it. But that was almost another lifetime ago, or at least it felt like it.

He slid out of bed, making sure his feet thumped audibly against the floor and immediately heard, "NO! DON'T GET OUT OF BED YET! STAY PUT!"

King rolled his eyes and tucked his feet back under the covers. He settled back in bed, listening to his son scrambling in the kitchen for a few more minutes before finally appearing at his bedroom door, breakfast tray in hand and a bright smile on his face, "Happy Birthday, Dad!"

"Thank you, Gold," King looked down at the tray that had been set upon his lap. There was toast and two hard-boiled eggs, "So, what did you burn, and how bad was it?"

"Uh... the pancakes, but-but-but it's already cleaned up, which is good because we've got a big day ahead of us! After you finish breakfast we're gonna go to the park and fly a kite-"

"Aren't you a little old for that?" King asked between mouthfuls of egg.

Gold just shrugged, "Maybe, but I know you like to fly kites and it's your birthday. Moving on! After we get bored of that we're gonna take the train to the city, stop at Merlot & Lime's for lunch-"

"And where are you getting the money for that?"

"Don't you worry about that, I promise it's legal, that's all that matters. Anyway, after lunch, we're going to go to that used bookstore you like and you can pick out a book or two, then we're gonna check out the space exhibit at the museum and then supper at Coal's, then it's back home for cake - courtesy of Aqua, by the way - and presents. Sounds good right?"

"Sounds great, Gold, I'm impressed you planned this all yourself."

"Well, some of your planning skills had to rub off eventually," Gold grinned, collecting the dirty dishes, "Now, I'm going to wash these while you shower and get dressed and then we'll be off!"

And with that Gold practically skipped out of the room.

How did he get so lucky?

----

He hadn't even realized it was his birthday until he looked at the date on his phone after taking that call with Sky.

... It didn't really matter, the day was almost over.

Maybe he'd heat up one of the microwave dinners that had a dessert to celebrate. Gold... wouldn't like the idea that he'd done nothing special.

----

"Good morning, Baba!" King jerked awake at Purple's cheery voice, honestly grateful for the wake-up-call, "Happy Birthday!"

King blinked at him in confusion, "...How do you know when my birthday is? I don't think I ever told you?"

"Oh, I have my ways..." Purple smirked, coming in with a tray to place upon King's lap, a fruit, yogurt, and granola parfait and two blueberry pancakes with honey.

"After you're done eating, you need to get washed up and dressed up nice, we're heading to the city for lunch and a matinee concert, and then back here for a party later."

"A party?" King tried to keep the trepidation out of his voice, but he was sure Purple picked up on it based on the reassuring smile.

"It's just the Colour Crew, don't worry. Oh, and Aqua! She made the cake, said she knew what you liked and not to worry about it," Purple patted the big stick's knee, taking the dirty dishes, "Now, I'm going to wash these while you shower and get dressed and then we'll be off!"

And with that Purple trotted out of the room, clearly quite pleased with himself.

How did he get so lucky?

[aajjks]

aww poor baby 🥺

mommy issues!JK

you knew this jungkook would find out sooner or later so you tell your curious fiancé the same thing you told your friends and let’s just say, he isn’t too convinced that same random person took your ring. “you’re thinking too deeply about it, jungkook” you say as you brush his messy bangs away from his face to get a better look at him. “i’ll just wear a band. right now, we just need to focus on getting better”

if only it was that easy.

“i’m gonna finish getting moon’s bedroom together. i’ll be upstairs if you need anything, okay?” you press a kiss to jungkook’s cheek before tiredly heading upstairs to put the finishing touches on your daughter’s bedroom and all you can say is: wow.

the ceiling is painted with stars that glow in the dark when the lights turn off and her whole room is designed like the midnight sky with her name on the wall. you can’t wait for jungkook to get better so the three of you can take family pictures together.

technically, you’re supposed to be sleeping but lately, you’ve been struggling to sleep for more than 4 hours throughout the night. that horrific night haunts you, moon’s cries doesn’t give you the chance of trying to get more shuteye, and seol is officially out of school which means he’s home all day and starts his day at an early 8 in the morning.

postpartum? you don’t have time for postpartum! you’ve got two kids and a husband to take care of and ‘you time’ will just have to wait.

by the time you’re finished with moon’s room, the clock reads 7:45AM and you’re happy that jungkook seems to be doing okay with moon. you head back downstairs and start to make breakfast for everyone all while using your breast pump to pump more milk for the rest of the day.

usually it’s jungkook who’s in charge of the cooking but you’ve no problem switching those positions for him. you make blueberry waffles, smoked sausage, and cut up some fresh fruit for both of your boys. at 8 exact, seol rushes downstairs to give his father a big hug. “morning daddy!!” he cheers before pressing a gentle kiss to his sleeping sister’s head and lastly, giving you a big hug as well.

“hi bubba!! go sit at the table for breakfast”

“okeyy!!! can we watch transformers?”

transformers??

“blame your father for that. now seol is into transformers, sonic, and—,”

“THE AVENGERS!!!!”

“yeah that” you laugh as you finish making both jungkook’s and seol’s plates before placing them on the table. “i’ll take moon and give her a bath. go eat okay?” ignoring jungkook’s protests, you take the sleeping infant from her father’s arms and head upstairs to give the sleeping infant a bath while seol and jungkook sit and eat their food.

meanwhile…

“how could you do something so reckless!!!” curses mr. jang who continues to scream and curse at nara with her head hung low in shame. “you had one job—ONE and you could even do that right. you could’ve gotten yourself killed and the baby is still alive!”

“QUIET!!” says another voice. “our plan may not have been successful but we still have a chance. instead of trying to split them let’s just pit them against each other”

“how?”

“easy. i’ve got an idea and this time it will work and when it does” the person tosses nara the diamond ring, your diamond ring.

“jungkook will be all yours”

“he literally hates me. he’ll never be mine”

“all jungkook needs is one sliver of doubt about y/n and that’s it. trust me, i know my son”

“are you sure this will work, jae-eon?” asks mr. jang who takes a closer look at the mischievous man.

“i know it will”

~🫧

After breakfast, you help Jungkook bathe and help him with other things, as you do that- he can’t help but appreciate you even more, his heart is aching.

He’s basically useless right now… you’ve been going back and forth with the children and Jungkook. After being done with the shower, you change his bandages, he just can’t help but watch you.

You’re such a sweet woman, your kindness has his heart melting- he chose the right one. You’re the only woman who he will marry and make his wife forever.

You help him dress up, and you also take the liberty to do his hair for him. Jungkook is unable to speak because your care has him speechless. No one has ever cared for him like this.

“Y-Yn please… you’re so sweet.” He stops you- taking the hairbrush from your hands and he gently pulls you closer. “I-I love you so so much.” He kisses the corner of your mouth.

“I-I promise I’ll get better soon… I’ll take the weight off your shoulders.” He whispers, looking directly into your eyes.

No one can understand what he’s going through right now because he’s so used to being independent and doing everything for him by himself and it sucks to be dependent on someone-especially you because he wanted to take care of you and not the other way around.

He’s like a burden to you right now.

“Go rest now please… moonie is sleeping and Seol is watching tv. So sleep I can walk and my hand is able to move a little- I’ll take care of them- and I even know wheee you’ve put her bottles. You know I have a very good experience of taking of an infant all on my own…”

He’s rambling… out of embarrassment.

“Just rest please…” he begs you.

[yubel198]

Zero’s birthday gift

((considering that Micheal Kovach’s birthday is on the 17th of June, I figured I’d make a gift in the form of Zero getting a gift from Niles.))

Niles: *has a gift already ready for Zero* okay, not to give this to my blueberry~

Yellow: hey Niles!

Niles: *jumps a bit* Jesus Yellow don’t scare me like that.

Yellow: heh, sorry... but anyway, you a gift for your man?

Niles: oh yeah! I know he’s gonna love it! *smiles proudly*

Yellow: oh.

Niles: *notices* ... Woman what did you have planned?

Yellow: oh nothing~ *smirking at the thought*

Niles: if it’s me dressing in a suggestive outfit woman....

*On Zero’s birthday*

Zero: *super excited*

Axol: *chuckles* excited bud?

Zero: Of course!! I can’t wait to see what Niles got me too!

Mario: boooooriiiiiing.

Zero: *smirks at Mario* Among Us.

Mario: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Fred: *laughs*

Axol: anyway, what do you hope Niles gets you?

Zero: if I know him, it’s gonna be a super cute outfit.

Yellow: SMG0~! I got you something~

Zero: hm? Where is it?

Yellow: follow me.

Mario: Twenty bucks it’s Niles in a bunny costume.

Fred: that’ll be you if you don’t shut up.

Axol: !!! there’s an image I didn’t need in my head.

Zero: me neither....

*they hear Cree laughing*

*Yellow, Zero, Fred, Mario and Axol start running*

Cree: *laughing*

Niles: *dressed as Angel Dust, is not amused* at least I look good in this...

Garcello: *walks by, sees* !! ... Yellow?

Niles: yup.

Garcello: *Looks at Cree laughing* ... *smirks* y’know, Yellow could put you in far worse.

Cree: *stops* oh yeah? like what?

Niles: playboy bunny costume.

Cree: !!!! *thinking for a sec* .... wonder how Tari would look in one.

*the others see and hear that*

Mario: SIIIIIIMP!

Cree: *tackles Mario YOU SON OF A BITCH!

*the two fight*

Axol: *looks at Yellow* you love seeing them suffer don’t you?

Yellow: *grins*

Zero: *roles with it, smirks* so what can you do my effeminate fellow~?

Niles: *smirks, as Angel Dust* I can suck your dick~

Fred: *wheezes*

Niles: and before I forget, *gives Zero his gift* happy birthday baby~

Zero: *opens the gift, sees what’s inside*

*Zero runs off, comes back with the gift on*

*he’s dressed as N from Murder Drones*

Zero: how do I look?

Niles: very dapper~

Zero: *squees* dapper buddies!

*Niles and Zero hug*

Zero: thanks for the gift Kitten, I love you~

Niles: love you too Blueberry, happy birthday~

*the two kiss*

Fred: awww

Yellow: cute

Axol: I agree

Garcello: oh yeah

Mario: GAAAAAAAAAY!

Cree; *as Joe Swanson* SHUT UP!

Mario: okay...

((Happy early birthday to Micheal Kovach! you mad lad!))