#I can maybe make one gif at a time and then have to restart my computer

[housewifebuck]

buddie + sharing looks part 2 (p1)

[https-bobreynolds]

a favor

pairing: robert ‘bob’ reynolds x reader

summary: bob has been having trouble getting sleep, so he asks his crush teammate for a favor.

warning: reader is sooooo whipped for bob

author’s note: so pissed rn i was already halfway with the story then my phone decided to restart and i didn’t get to save it :) this is based on one of my headcanons of bob that you can read here

it was half an hour past midnight on a regular friday, you were already fast asleep, given the fact that you just went home from a long mission. you thought that you were going to be able to enjoy this sleep more than you did, until you heard the constant knocking on your front door.

you sighed, being awaken from your dreamland. you quickly sat up and walked to the front door, wanting to murder whoever was disturbing your sleep, “i swear to God, if it’s- oh hi bob.”

the man stood there with a guilty face, fidgeting with his sleeve, a nervous habit. there was a long pause before he started, “h-hey, y/n. can i ask you something?” his voice was hesitant, his gaze flicking to you for a moment before darting away again.

“of course you can” you quickly said, looking at him with a mixture of genuineness and confusion.

he took a deep breath, as if steeling himself. therw was a moment of hesitation, then he spoke again. his words came out in a rushed tumble, almost like he was worried he’d lose the courage to say them if he didn’t hurry. “can i… can i ask you for a favor? it’s sort of… it’s kinda dumb.” he admitted, his cheeks flushing a bit brighter.

“anything, bob. what is it?” you replied softly. at this point you were already cursing at yourself at how obvious you were that you’re absolutely whipped for this man.

he chewed nervously on his lower lip, the nervous habit seemingly taking over. he was still avoiding eye contact, his gaze dropping to his hands that fidgeted on his lap. “i- i uh… i know it’s stupid,” he said, his voice quieter now. “but i’m just… i’m having a hard time… falling asleep is all.”

“oh!” she exclaimed, a bit surprised as the favor but nonetheless, “no, no it’s not stupid. how can i help you.?” she asks, genuinely nervous uncertain on what to do.

he shrugged again, his gaze still averted. he was uncomfortable, whether from his own request or the realization that he couldn’t just power through his insomnia on his own, you weren’t sure. maybe both. he looked tired, and his expression was conflicted. bob fidgeted with the sleeve of his shirt, refusing eye-contact. ”i-i don’t know,” he muttered. “it’s just… could you… uh, could i sit with you for a bit?”

you could only nod to the man, leading him right to your bed. you sat on one side, patting the other one down to let him know that it was okay to sit there, to which he immediately does- a bit too fast for his liking.

you moved closer to bob but still maintaining a small distance, afraid to make him more uncomfortable than he already is. you thought to yourself for quite a while before asking softly, almost coming out as a whisper, “can i touch you, bob?”

he finally looked up at you, his expression caught between surprise and hesitation. he was still nervous, but there was something else there too, something almost like hope. his gaze flickered to her hand, then back to her face. he swallowed hard, then nodded. It was a small motion, barely visible. a silent ‘yes’.

you nodded back at him, one hand moving to carefully caress his arm, almost as if you was writing down something. and the other moving to play with his hair gently, massaging his scalp from time to time, “this okay.?”

he shivered at the contact, but it was a shiver of pleasure. hus eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a soft sigh. bob leaned into your touch, his body losing some of the tension it had been holding onto. despite the initial hesitation, he clearly craved the physical contact, needed it, maybe. his body spoke volumes, even if his words couldn’t. “y-yeah,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “that’s… that’s more than okay.”

you hummed as a response, letting your hands continue the magic… eventually, you started humming a lullaby your mom used to sing for you, back when you couldn’t sleep as a child. the flood of memories making you a bit more sleepy as well.

bob’s expression relaxed even further as you hummed that old lullaby. his shoulders slumped, and he almost seemed to melt into your touch. it was strange, the all-powerful sentry, reduced to a puddle under the slightest touch and some old song. he leaned in, his head tilting to the side, almost like a stray cat being stroked.

you noticed his movement, somewhat understanding what he wants- needs. you moved the hand that was caressing his arm to his jaw, ever so slightly tracing his jawline. the other stroking his head, all still whilst humming the lullaby.

he leaned even further into your touch, practically purring like a cat. it was fascinating, truly, this powerful man, reduced to a relaxed mess just from the simplest of touches. he seemed desperate for more, like he’d never been on the receiving end of such gentleness before. and now that he was, he couldn’t get enough. every brush of your fingers against his skin made him shiver, and each hum from your lips made him melt just a little more.

the sudden realization of your close proximity, the fact that you’re caressing a man on your bed, made a blush creep up your cheeks but she still continued nonetheless. you have also realized that you, have in fact, had never done this kind of skinship before. and the fact that you’re doing this with a profound friend, a teammate even, made your cheeks even more red than it already is.

unbeknownst to you, bob was very much aware of your proximity. the way your knee gently brushed against his leg, the touch of your soft fingers on his skin, the way your breath dusted across his face as you hummed that lovely little song.

you were so close to him, and it was messing with his already rattled brain. he couldn’t deny the way his heart raced and his eyes fluttered shut every time you skimmed a finger against his jaw- he opened his eyes, and saw how red your face was.

the way bob looked at you out of nowhere, caught you off guard, this time you were the one avoiding eye contact, unable to hide your blush. “uhm don’t mind me...” you said softly, pulling away your hands from him, “goodnight bob”

“no, wait, don’t go.” his voice was soft, almost pleading. he reached out, almost on instinct, and caught your hand in his. it was the barest of touches, but the intention was clear.

“o-oh, no yeah, i won’t.” you answered shyly, mentally cursing at yourself once more at how you stuttered with your words. you caressed his hand and said a bit more firmly this time, “i won’t leave you, bob”

his lip twitched at your words, the hint of a smile forming on his face. bob’s grip on your hand loosened, but he didn’t let go. instead, his thumb moved gently over the back of your hand.

”s-stay with me…” he said.

the words were quiet, but there was a hint of desperation in them. he sounded almost like a lost child, searching for comfort in the darkness.

“i will, as long as you’ll have me” you replied, with a smile.

his eyes widened at your response, as if that was the last answer he’d been expecting from you. ”good,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “don’t leave me. i don’t… i don’t want to be alone ever again.” he sounded vulnerable, lost, and more like just ‘bob’ than anything else.

“won’t.” you whispered softly, coming a bit closer, getting rid of any distance the two of you had, “i won’t ever leave you, bob.”

his heart skipped a beat as you came closer, the air between you growing thick with unspoken feelings. his eyes darted over your face, roaming your features as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he looked away.

”p-promise?” he asked, his voice cracking. he searched your gaze, looking for any hint that you were being dishonest.

you looked at him with a genuine look of affection, some might even say… look of love? “i promise, as long as you promise to stay with me too…” you said, carefully caressing one of his cheek, making him let out a shaky sigh.

he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. it was as if your hand was a lifeline, anchoring him to reality and keeping him from sinking back into the darkness of his own mind.

he leaned forward, bringing his forehead to rest against yours. his breath was warm against your face, and he spoke in a low, almost reverent tone. “i promise… i’ll stay.”

almost as if saying ‘please do, please stay’ you nodded lightly, afraid to lose his touch- like you might never be able to touch him ever again.

he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, seeming to relax at your gesture of affirmation. the tension in his shoulders melted, and he allowed himself to lean in a little closer, basking in the comfort of your presence, pulling yourself to lay on his chest.

for a moment, there was only silence.

he looked down at you, a wide, satisfied smile spreads across his face when he realized you had fallen asleep. he gently brushes his fingers through your hair, taking a moment to admire you. he felt oddly at peace- comfortable in a way he never had been before. there was no tension, no anxiety, no fear… he was just… content.

bob let out a long sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you closer, your limbs tangling together. he was tired- exhausted, really- and he let himself drift off into sleep, a small, faint smile still on his face.

bonus: the next morning

“that favor doesn’t seem so stupid now, huh?”

“n-no, not so stupid at all…”

[beuxwhoyouare]

Getting Away with It

I almost got away with it. Truthfully, I didn't even know I would go as far as taking him out. But I mean he had it coming, I heard all the horrible things he had done that I could hear through the penthouse walls in the building I worked in. All the times he'd abuse a partner, slur people in the halls, not to mention act like he was a god because he made good money in sales or whatever.

He crossed a line one day, as I saw him nudge someone into the street nearly getting them hit by a bus. So sure was it right to take him out? Maybe not, but did I feel good taking one bad person off the streets...absolutely. Unfortunately, what I did was caught on camera and the legal system takes that narrative with no context and runs with it.

So I mean yeah I almost got away with a drastic good deed. But now I'm here on a life sentence for murder. I like routine in my day and in here the days are so regimented it's not exactly the kind of routine I find myself a fan of. I remained on good behaviour until the guards took pity on me and recommended me for supervised community service aid. Basically, still in jail but instead of working a job in jail, I could go out and help them clean garbage off the side of the road with parolees on the outside and random others doing a "good deed."

That's where I met Jacob. He was on parole for driving while intoxicated. Truthfully, I find that way worse than what I did. Like that feels so selfish...getting behind the wheel while drunk. Despicable. But clearly it's been the catalyst for him to turn his life around. He was in jail for a year and been on parole ever since. He started working out in jail while getting certified as a trainer. There aren't alot of jobs life after lockup that don't discriminate against you for your record so it makes sense that he'd want to do something where you can be your own boss.

We were in the van being taken to the stretch of highway in between developing parts of the city. It's crazy how looking north and south you can see parts of town and smack in the middle there's this road with tall weeds and shrubbery lining it. We were joined by a class of university student volunteers who were advised to keep their distance from us. Something we all sort of ignored since there's so much trash to pick up.

"Hey Lu, I gotta show you this thing this crazy old hippie gave me back in town." Jacob quietly told me as we scoured the brush for bottles.

"Dude we have things to do and I don't really want them to take me off this shift." I begrudgingly replied.

"Nah nah the guards aren't even looking at us they're flirting with the female students over there."

Sure enough our bozo headed guards were chatting it up with some girls that were supposed to be helping us. That's when I glanced over and saw Jacob holding what looked like an antiqued golden coin or rounded stone with a symbol scratched into it.

"The dude gave it to me in a box and said if you hold it in your hand and then make skin-to-skin contact with someone else you like transfer consciousness."

"So I see life on the outside is just as crazy as it is in here."

"You mean to tell me you don't even think it could be a little bit true? C'mon bro this could be your chance to get out out of jail. Shit if you don't try it I might as well. I'm tired of all these probationary restrictions. I just wanna hit restart."

"You're already out. It can't be that bad?" I said as I turned around to see him sneakily hurrying off towards one of the college students.

"Shit what is he doing."

I rushed over to where Jacob was and pulled him by the loops of his jeans to not cause a scene. Stopping straight next to one of the students picking up trash a little bit away from his group.

"Dude I don't know what you're aiming to do but if it doesn't work you're the one that's going to look like the insane paroled convict with an ambiguous item in his hand that could be misconstrued as a weapon."

"Listen, if it works it works, but if it doesn't there's no harm no foul and we can call it all a joke."

Before I could even protest, Jacob turned on his confident charisma to whistle over the nearby student. As the curious student walked closer I could hear the narrative Jacob was intricately weaving pretending to care about what he was studying and if he could tell us both more about it.

"I'm so sorry kid, I didn't even catch your name. I'm Jacob and this is Lu." he said with a devlish smile.

"I'm Mark." he said with a slight hesitance.

"Well Mark you shared so much with me can I share something with you? A party game you can take with you to your friends back at school?"

"Uh sure yeah."

"So you find a smaller coin or stone and one person places their hand on the bottom of it and the other on top. The person with their hand on the bottom has to try to and tap the person with their hand on top without flinching"

These rules made absolutely no sense and why would they Jacob's plan was himbo incarnate. Like it was so dim I could see Mark tense up and begin to shift away back towards his friends. He tried to say goodbye to Jacob but that's when I saw this crazed energy flood Jacob's eyes. The next things that happened felt like a blur in slow motion.

Mark turned around to return to his classmates with haste. Jacob quickly began following without running to not alert the guards yet shouting for him to wait up because it's all good fun. And before I knew it I took off running to stop Jacob from taking advantage of an innocent person.

Jacob leaped at Mark and tackled him to the ground but it's only the moment when I got there to break it up did the guards finally notice what was going on, rushing over.

He pulled the stone out and tried to grasp at Marks leg under his wider legged jean, while I reach out to stop that hand. THEN BAM. Everything became darker and several flashes of light happened.

When I came to the guards were pulling me up. I heard what I thought was Mark's voice saying the one in the jumpsuit attacked him. But I didn't run after him? As things pulled back into focus for my eyes after the darkened haze. I saw Mark being calmed down by a professor and a guard but then I saw who he was point at.....I was my body but I was to the other side.....

My body turned to me matching my confused expression and began crying hysterically asking what was going on. I looked down and saw the confirmation of what happened. I was wearing Jacob's clothing. And if my body's surprised too....then that means....God no!

The guards rangled up the convicts and put them all shackled back onto the van as another came to apologize to the university professor and her class along with "Mark". Another guard came up to me saying he knows that Lu is a murderer and that I didn't start any of this so I was getting a slap on the wrist, especially after "Mark" insisted I tried to stop the attack. The guards left and told the rest of us we could go.

The student approached me with that same devilish smile I recognized from before. His voice coming out unfamiliar in sound but with an all too familiar malice.

"Hey thank you again from saving me from that gruesome murderer mister. I didn't even catch your name. I'm Mark." he said with a wink.

"Jacob what the fuck are you doing?" I frantically asked.

"I'm giving you a way to get away with it all and me a clean start. But I gotta go back to school so here take my number down." the imposter student airdropped his details to me before scurrying away.

I was still in shock from everything that just happened. Like this cannot be real how the hell is this happening. Where do I go okay I can do this. I fumbled through my wallet as I searched for an address to head to. Eventually I made my way to Jacob's place. It was a hotel that was turned into extended stay studio.

I walked into the foreign "home" that was now all mine. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. This can't be happening that poor kid is now in jail. Oh god....wait. I'm not on the run why am I this stressed. Think think how do I fix this. An exercise ball peaked out from the side of the bed. My new athletic stature made me think maybe catering to it's physical senses could help me breath and calm down.

I did a few crunches but still felt a pang of guilt hitting my stomach. Oh god I need to fix this but where is the coin? I can't leave that kid incarcerated, that's robbing him of his whole life. Almost like clockwork my new phone buzzed with a text.

"Hey. Thanks again for saving me stud." the unknown number made itself known with that context.

"Jacob we need to fix this. That poor kid doesn't deserve this."

"Who's Jacob? This is Mark! And I think I deserve all the opportunity I've worked hard to get. Hey by any chance have bodily urges hit you? I'm not gay but after the incident when I saw you I got realllll hard all of sudden. I think this kid's gay or something."

I was furious reading these texts still skirting responsibility.

"Enough! Where are you we have to talk this is ridiculous."

The phone buzzed as I opened to see a location pin as a picture came in...my jaw dropped.

"Oh you wanna meet irl daddy? Come on over."

I stormed over to the location of the pin…I’m not going to let him get away with this.

[janovavalen]

hi, can i request percy x fem!reader or just reader if you don’t write fem.

Basically percy is dating someone from the mortal world and she asks percy to attend these important dates for her because idk she’s in ballet or something and he misses it because he’s always doing quest with annabeth and the reader feels like he’s going to leave her. happy ending pls.

a/n: awhh omg yes ofc 😭!!

✧MISUNDERSTANDING || percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: up above!

word count: 3393 (bruh i was aiming for like 1k not MF 3K WHAT IS THISSS MY THUMB HURTS…and im tired ☹️)

warnings: a bit of hurt reader and percy, miss communication, fluff and comfort in the end

y/n breathed heavily and steadily she made sure her feet were pointed and flexed to perfection. her arms being outstretched perfectly and her fingers pointed towards the walls of the studio her teacher, miss.yana, instructed her to finally move.

‘now! close your feet!—‘y/n did just so. as she held them together, unmoving she breathed steadily through her nose, making sure not to flex her face that would cause the whole class to restart.

she didn’t particularly hate ballet, she loved it beyond measure. she loved it so much—it was her mother’s favorite thing to do when she was young and when she had a small incident that stopped her from doing ballet all together, y/n promised her at the age of nine that she would continue her love for ballet.

and now here she was, four years later still doing ballet with a small collection of good metals at home to make her mother proud.

‘open feet! close, open feet! close!’ the teacher shouted to the class. they all did just as she told with no hesitance and no mistake.

if there were any—from anyone. that person would be the punching bag until next week. luckily y/n has never had to experience that, she made sure she was always perfect for the class, teacher, herself and her mother.

‘rest…good job today class, you are now dismissed. julia! make sure you keep stretching i saw slight hesitation in your leg stretches, if you need it checked out please get that down before next month.’

next month just so happened to be one of their important plays that would be watched by one of the most popular and well paid ballet teachers of all time in new york. she would be watching the class y/n so happens to be in to see who is most fitted for her privet class, and y/n had to make sure she was picked, she had to.

as y/n rested and walked over to her duffle bag that held all of her supplies, her friend maxine walked up to her. she always wore pink leg warmers and her hair in one of the tighter buns y/n had ever seen before.

‘hey y/n! were you able to hang out tonight? me and rebecca were thinking we would do a small movie night at hers? we all get these cute little themed colored snacks and watch like, horror movies or something?’ maxine smiled down at y/n who gave a tight lip apologetic smile.

‘awh i’m sorry…maybe we can reschedule on it? i’m supposed to be meeting percy today’ y/n threw on her sweats and sweatshirt to match. her new shoes being simple brown boots and her hat on to cover her head from the windy weather outside.

maxine smile and awed—‘oh! you guys are so cute together in so jealous, i though you’d said he was studying abroad?’

yeah and by that she means some place far far away were humans can’t even enter.

‘yeah…but he’s visiting today and we were going to see that new movie in theaters’ y/n smiled at maxine who nodded her head with a warm smile.

‘awh! you two have fun okay? text me the details later!’ as she walked away y/n waved her goodbye and made her way to the opposite door. leading her way out of the studio and right into to the sidewalk of new york city.

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when y/n got home she made herself known by yelling out to her parents—‘mom, dad! i’m home!’ she yelled. just then she quickly heard footsteps coming from the both of them as they smiled and hugged their daughter.

‘my sweet! how was practice? i’m so happy you got back safe i keep telling you dad here to get you a bike or a car! ah! was that nasty teacher mean to you today? huh?’ her mom rushed to her side as her dad gave her a shocked look at what she said about the car and bike.

‘you didn’t tell me—‘

‘shut up i did!’

‘nuh-uh!’

‘yes! yes (f/n) i told you a hundred times you were just always half asleep when i told you—‘

‘wh! well maybe if i weren’t half asleep i would have know—‘

‘okay guys! it’s okay i’m back! i don’t need a car but i will like a bike? and no she wasn’t mean today, i did pretty good’ y/n praised herself as she set down her bag which was quickly picked up by her dad who went to put it in her room.

‘awh that’s good to here, oh! and what about you and percy? huh? you told me you two were going out tonight is that still on?’

‘yes mom. i’m going to be leaving around five or six and back at nine like always, maybe he’ll stay, maybe he won’t.’ y/n shrugged as she was walked by her mom arm in arm.

‘well, i’ll cut fresh fruit just in case, now i know your tired so go take a nice bath! get ready for your date’ she sang while y/n felt her face warm.

‘mom! don’t say it like that’

‘well! i mean you’ve been together for how long now?’

‘two years—‘

‘two years! and you still get nervous! i still think it’s adorable don’t worry, im sure he does too’ she teased while y/n groaned and made her way to her room.

when she got there she immediately went to rush for her phone and unlocked it. her homescreen being her pet and lock being her and percy at the beach. she loved that picture so much, she’s probably posted it about a hundred times over and over on her photo dumps.

going into her contacts she was quick to text her boyfriend, percy. hoping she wasn’t interrupting him or anything.

‘hey percy! i just got back from practice. everything going well at camp?’ she texted. and almost immediately he responded.

‘hey! yeah, everything is good, i’m getting my things packed for movie night, i should be getting to you pretty soon. miss me?’ he teasingly sent making y/n turn off her phone for a second to smile with her hand over her mouth.

breathing out and unlocking it once more she texted him—‘of course i did, how could i not?’ he hearted her message and replied quickly.

‘well don’t worry i miss you just as much. i’ll see you soon okay?’ she heated his message as well and sent back a meme that he would always send her and closed off her phone.

deciding it was time to get ready she went to collect her bathroom things and started to get ready for her night.

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after about two hours of getting ready, listening to music and texting percy non stop, she finally saw it was time to leave the house. rushing to grab her purse and shoes she used down to the front door and made her goodbyes that consisted of hugs and kisses to and from her parents.

rushing out the front door, she signaled for a taxi which likely saw her and picked her up.

‘were to?’ he asked

‘the movie theater please’

as y/n said that and the taxi driver started to move, she texted percy that she was on his way which she was left with a ‘seen’.

strange…frowning her eyes bowed she kept the message open and waited for his response. he was usually really quick with this, never leaving her on seen nor delivered without a small warning beforehand of course.

‘hm…’ she mumbled.

‘we’re here!’ he told y/n who looked up from her phone in a hurry and looked to the side to see the movie theater.

‘oh, thank you’ paying him plus tip he smiled at her and said his bye which she did the same.

making her way out of the car and into the movies, she paid for the two tickets with the money percy sent her a few days prior, getting popcorn with her own money and some other snacks which was expensive as always.

looking down to see she was left on seen almost ten minutes ago, y/n double texted which she hated.

sending a small pic of the things she bought and the tickets that were next to the popcorn she held them all and walked to the movie room.

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sitting down into her seat she kept her focus on her phone, the big screen and the entrance of the movie room. hoping that one of the blondes that would walk in was her boyfriend who hopefully had a small explanation to leaving her hanging with the texts…twice!

sitting back as the room became dark she decided it was time to call him. he said he was on his way? and she didn’t mean to be obnoxious but she needed to know he was at least okay.

walking out of the room she called him…it rang. and rang…and rang.

then she heard his voice—‘hey!’

‘percy where are you—‘

‘this is percy and you’ve reached my voicemail box. if i didn’t pick up i’m either with my amazing girlfriend, slaying monsters or just sleeping, leave a message.’ scoffing a bit at his voicemail she spoke.

‘percy im at the movies and i just wanted to know if you were okay? or if you're on your way? the movie started and i'm going to be watching this amazing movie without you…call me back, please?’

hanging up and looking down at her phone and time she sighed and closed her eyes, ignoring the slight plained pit in her stomachs and heart she pushed it aside and walked back into the movie room.

sitting down and watching some of the movie she would occasionally look at her phone, the entrance. the screen. her phone, the entrance, the screen.

over, and over. until soon, without realizing it had been the end of the movie.

she still felt herself trapped in the endless loop she created for herself. her phone, the entrance and the screen.

soon enough she realized what she didn’t want to think was true, he wasn’t coming. he wasn’t showing up once again.

this happened five times in the last five months on each date that was planned every five months.

pressing her body against the seat, she sighed and placed her hands on her face. letting out a shaky breath, y/n picked up her things and made her way out of the theater.

walking until the sidewalk of new york, she felt her phone vibrate.

picking it up in a hurry she saw percy’s name flash across the screen—she answered.

‘percy—‘

‘n/n! listen im so so sorry! i—i lost track of time, i was set on a quest the second i was going to leave and i—‘

‘so what? the quests mean more than me? hanging with annabeth—‘

‘y/n please…don’t say that it’s not like that and you know it.’

‘well i sure feels like that percy! you stood me up! you left me alone again just like the picnic, the dinner, the fourth of july, my birthday!? percy…are your trying to tell me something—‘

‘no! y/n! no, it—no! stop what your thinking because it isn’t true okay? please—it isn't like that at all okay? i just….its—‘

‘explain to me percy…i’m listening.’ as y/n stood on the side of the building she felt her eyes well up with a bit of tears as her grip on her phone tightened. her purse being clutched by her side.

‘it’s….’

‘explain to me percy…please.’ she helplessly begged while holding the phone. on the other end, all she heard was a bit of noise and his breathing.

‘i—i can’t.’ he mumbled. scoffing y/n threw her head back slowly while rolling her shoulders. trying not to embarrass herself by crying in the middle of the sidewalk.

‘of course. bye percy.’

‘wait—‘ just as he said this she hung up and placed her phone in her purse. it vibrated, indicating someone was calling, seeing it might be her mom she looked and it was percy.

she didn’t pick up.

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when she got home, y/n was met with a silent house. her parents were sleep and she was kind of happy with this. she could walk to her room with no trouble.

once she got their, she immediately broke down, her hands finding ways to her mouth to silence her cries, y/n shook her head a bit and bit her lip.

the pain in her chest grew and grew to which it felt like she couldn’t breath.

was this his way of breaking up with her? was this is plan all along since she and him had to split? this whole time he was in camp…he could’ve been talking to someone else. this whole time.

sighing and crying a bit more she wiped her tears and breathed heavily, a shaky breath as she made her way to her closet and picked her pajamas.

after taking off some of her makeup, and putting her hair in a more comfortable up-do. she placed her phone on the bedside table and turned to the wall, her widow being slightly open to show the moons shine from space.

feeling her body shake a bit from her cries she suddenly heard—tik.

quieting down, y/n stopped and waiting just to hear another—tik, tik—one became two and two became four.

sighing she sat up and looked at her slightly ajar window to see there were small rocks being down at her window.

what kind of drunk is doing this so late at night? and why her window? and why on this day as of right now.

groaning she sat up and grabbed her bat to make sure bod is was handing from her window. stepping slow and close to her window she saw curls then a face—with a black hoodie on. screaming she went to swing her bat but was stopped with—‘oh my god! stop! stop! it’s me!’

stopping her movements…she knew that voice. placing the bat down and aggressively taking off his hoddie she saw it was percy.

‘what—‘

‘i know i know, what are you doing here? why are you here? what do you want you pertinacious douchebag—i know but please? let me explain…please.’ he silently begged her as y/n firmly looked down at him. giving up as she saw his blue eyes, she placed down the bag completely and stepped beside it let him in.

once he was in he turned to her. y/n had her arms crossed and her face flat, filled and prominent with upset, hurt, anger and confusion. the slight previous look of tears in her puffy eyes made his heart sink.

‘oh y/n…i—‘

‘why did you ditch me all those months? huh? i asked you and i will keep asking…if you can’t give a reason at all and it’s related to your demigod duties i will respect that and leave it alone but please just tell me something? anything.’ y/n hopelessly looked up into percy eyes who looked down at eyes and sighed.

placing his hand on her arms that were folded she let then loosen as he pressed his body against her own, embracing her with the warmth of her preciously covered body and his naturally warm one. she melting into his hind immediately and tested up again.

‘is this you breaking up with me? i don’t get it i—‘

‘i was trying to clear up my schedule to make it to your play next month.’ he answered, finally.

pulling away immediately she looked into his sad eyes that watched her own as a small tear dropped.

‘what?’

‘you were telling me for six months now about how important and exited you were for this big play so i worked and worked on many of my quiets that were already ahead of me to make sure none of them interfere with your play. i want to make there so i can see you dance, i know i’ve been really…horrible with being a boyfriend and making it to our dates and im so so sorry, half of it was planned and half of it was pure coincidence on being caught in a quest…’

‘planned?’ she asked, eyes eyebrows turning up and he nodded.

‘yeah planned…i know how serious you and ballet are and i know your always stressed at being this perfect image for the world when in fact your always perfect and there isn’t anything that can’t make you ten times better than you already are. some of the dates i missed were meant to be missed like the picnic, and the ice skating rink and your birthday…i was there, you just couldn’t see me. and now that i think about it sounds creepy and weird—‘

‘yeah it dose’ she laughed as he smiled.

‘but i didn’t show up because i knew you needed the time to freely open up and relax. your picnic was what i made you, the food and stuff i made myself that’s why—‘

‘that’s why some of the things were blue…’ she recalled.

‘mhm…and your birthday?’

‘a ocean view with blue ribbons around the napkins and flowers…but why didn’t you tell me?’ she looked up in wonder.

‘it would ruin your surprise’ she shrugged while she tilted her head in a bit of confusion.

‘my surprise?’

picking up the bag that was set next to him that she failed to notice he handed it to her and she grinned up at him, a bit nervous he watched her open the blue bag. seeing another box, she opened it.

inside were his and her favorite blue colored ballet shoes. y/n smiled and picked them up immediately, placing the box and bag on her table, she looked at them and saw a small note inside.

in it was what said—

from here on out from all of my accomplished quested i have even granted a two year stay in new york with you, and for these two years i will stay by your side non stop to make up for my missed dates, and missed hugs and talks. your favorite — percy jackson.

looking up at him with teary eyes, she launched herself at him with her arms around his neck, y/n felt percy rub her back soothingly and she immediately spoke.

‘oh my god i’m so sorry! i was so mean to you over the phone and i almost hit you with a bat! and i wa thinking of doing it anyway seeing who you were oh my—im so sorry percy oh my gosh’ she squeezed him even tighter as percy laughed a bit and held her closer.

‘it’s okay! it’s okay! i would to the same, i hoped you did so you would forgive me then baby me back to health’ he revealed making y/n pull away and push him with a scoff.

he smiled at her and pulled her in by her hand, one of his other hands making their way to hold her face soothingly and pulling her in for a sweet kiss. he was always one for words and actions. smiling and melting into it y/n kissed back all until—

‘who’s in here! my baby—what!’ the two of them turned to see y/n’s mother and father holding bats only to immediately relax.

‘percy!’

‘hi mrs.l/n…hi mr.l/n’ he shamefully waved at the two who rolled their eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

‘my god—percy please. next time use the front door’ he dad groaned as he went to walk away and back to bed only to feel his wife want aorund. turning to see her staring at the two with an adored face painted on her she awed.

‘my babies! look at you—‘ just then she was picked up and taken out of the room by y/n’s dad—her husband—‘wait! i was just checking on them!’

‘they’re fine’ he replied.

y/n smiled and covered her face with embarrassment as percy looked down at her and smiled as well, grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her face he kissed her once more.

[espressheauxs]

we came close from far || samira mohan

summary : serendipity and samira go hand in hand

words : 1.3k of whatever nonsense this is lol

pairing : samira mohan x fem!reader

warnings : nothing explicit, lots of queer yearning, it's all very fluffy, really.

notes : wrote a little something for our resident cutie patootie for Pride ever since finding out her actor is part of the alphabet mafia IRL lol not beta read but fuck it we ball

a/n : if I see you reposting, stealing, feeding my FICS into AI or some other fuck shit, don’t. 👀🫵🏽

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Unlike most people, Samira didn’t hate Mondays. 

Ever the positive person, she saw them as a way to refresh and restart. A new start to a new week with a clean house and a newly stocked fridge. 

Hopefully she could get to actually eating the food before it went bad. 

There was a small coffee shop on the way to work that she liked going to on Mondays. The baristas there knew her order ( “iced London Fog with regular milk, please!”) , and she even got a sweet treat today - a scone studded with candied oranges and a raspberry glaze, warmed up just right. 

It’s as good as her Monday seemed to go, until she grabs her order and turns to leave. But the scone and the coffee clatter to the ground as she bumps into someone. 

Phones clatter to the ground, and there’s a blur of rushed apologies and “oh god I’m so sorry that was so fucking stupi–” 

“Samira”? is chorused from your lips at the same time she calls your name - like an unsure, delicate thing. 

Like she couldn’t believe her eyes. 

The shock melts from her warm, brown eyes as she quickly scans over your body before they land on your face. It happens so quickly, so minutely, really, and then it’s like the sun beams on her face before she realizes it really is you. 

Of all places. 

“Wow, h-how have you–oh sorry,” The both of you move to the side to let the poor barista clean up the mess. She looks back to you, happy surprise painted all over her face, “how are you? It’s been years.” 

“It really has, geez.” You motion for a hug and she eagerly accepts. You didn’t realize how much you missed them, missed her until that moment. Samira was known for giving the best, and the right kind of hugs. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks, “Just visiting?” 

Samira doesn’t really want to think about when you left. It was all a huge fit of tears, hugs that were hard to let go and words that were hard to say in case they weren’t real. 

“Just moved back, actually.” Her eyebrows practically are up to her forehead, and her warm, brown eyes sparkle with shock. It makes you laugh bashfully, hands itching to wipe at the sheen of sweat on your nose , “Few weeks ago, haven’t really had a chance to get settled yet. It’s hard to keep track of time when you’re so busy.” 

“I feel that, honestly.” She laughs, forgetting about her caffeine conundrum, but you did not. “Ugh, I really am sorry about that mess, ‘mira. Can I get you another?” You offer hopefully, not really waiting for her answer as you step back into line with her. 

Coffees and sweet treats back in hand, Samira somehow finds herself magicked into one of the booths near the large window, sat across from you. It’s then she finally gets to take in all the details of your face, how it’s not really changed at all except for the slight signs of sleeplessness around your eyes. 

Samira catches you up on her life, her job at the hospital. You tell her about yours, and how it’s brought you back to the place you can now call home again. It’s like time between you two hadn’t passed at all, and yet there is a frail, fragile bubble of promise of tomorrow, hopefully of something more floating between you two again. 

“I gotta go,” You mention, your voice wistful as you glance at the time on her watch, “Maybe we can exchange numbers? Catch up some time?” 

Samira’s eyes light up, “of course, yeah. I’d love that!” 

You pat your pockets to find your phones, and the both of you laugh, realizing that you’ve got her phone and she has yours. The exchange is quick, and the both of you walk out of the coffee shop together. 

There’s a small pick up in the conversation as you walk down the block together to the corner light, and then the disappointment bubbles up again. 

She can see it all over your face, and it reminds her how you truly couldn’t hide anything you felt. It always showed. 

“I’m going this way.” You practically mumble under your breath, motioning with your head. 

“I’m that way.” She adds, also feeling strangely disappointed despite the connection hanging between you two again. 

Why was it always so hard to say goodbye to you? 

“I’ll um…call you later? Or text?” She adds, “I have a double today, but um..yeah, I’ll let you know when I’m done, if that’s okay?” 

“Of course, yeah.” You laugh a little, wondering if the anxious perspiration is on your nose again. “I’ll be around.” 

Of course you are, she thinks. You always are. Somehow. 

Half way down the block, you can’t help but look back to just watch, and appreciate her a little before she’s gone for most of the day, and night. 

The texts that follow that day into the following morning are not frequent, but they’re thoughtful. Even when Samira only had a small window for a break, she’d send a laughing reaction to a meme you’d send, or a heart emoji to help you decide on what kind of plates to get for your kitchen. 

Samira practically yelps when Dana scares the ever living shit out of her at the station, stuffing her phone away guiltily into her pocket. 

Dana raises a knowing eyebrow and laughs, as if she knew Samira was going to pretend she wasn’t smiling at her phone, “Yeah, yeah.” 

— 

Once Samira finally gets a break and isn’t on doubles, the texts and calls are replaced with video calls when she gets home. 

On more than one occasion, either one or both of you would fall asleep while still on the call. It was the same now, with Samira getting ready for her night shift at the hospital, and you’re all but dead on your feet as you drag yourself over to bed. 

You’re dozing off when she calls your name, and you only manage to look at her long enough to watch her gather up her beautiful, soft curly hair into the claw clip she always uses. 

“..mira, I’m so sleepy.” You mumble, struggling to keep your eyes open as you look at your phone, propped up against the lamp on your bedside table. “but I wanna keep talking.” Samira would really rather not think about the way her heart squeezes a little as she watches you curl into the blankets, half of your face hidden by the fluffy duvet.

“Let’s keep talking this weekend,” She says without really thinking , “I can come over, or you can come over mine.”

“Are you really asking me to netflix and chill?” You wheedle, and the both of you burst into a small fit of giggles. 

It was always easy to joke around with her like this. Had you been anyone else, it would’ve flown over her head. But she knew you far too long to not understand your sense of humor. 

“I have a golden weekend coming up, let me know?” 

“Yeah, I’ll let you know.” You yawn again, “Goodnight, ‘mira.” 

It’s a little easier saying goodbye this time, but not so much when Samira tries to shake the feeling that’s creeping up in her chest. Or the way you seem to come up in her thoughts as she’s charting during a rare lull in the night shift. 

She feels a little silly, or even presumptuous to think you’d want to spend time hanging out with her after work. But having her friend (yes, a friend) back in her life after all that time apart sparks a little thrill in her heart she didn’t know was there. 

She feels Dana’s eyes on her again. Only this time, it seems like Perlah and Princess know without knowing too. 

Samira rolls her eyes, continuing her charting as her proverbial middle finger to them. 

Yes, a friend is what you are. 

And catching up, she hopes in whatever way that means, is the only thing that’s happening. 

Wait, what the fuck? 

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© espressheauxs, 2025

[stnkiconverse]

Hii! Can you do headcanons (or whatever you wanna call them) for the creepypasta boys reactions after their partner asks them if they could make a baby? Female reader pls only if you want too!

Creepypasta Boys After You Tell Them You Want To Make A Baby

T I C C I T O B Y / T O B Y

- You don’t just say it. You catch him off guard.

- Maybe he’s laying on his bed, throwing a ball and catching it, maybe fidgeting with a pencil.

- You lean into him, soft, quiet, a little shy, and drop it:

“Toby, what if we… made a baby?”

- He laughs at first. A short, awkward bark of a laugh. He thinks you’re joking…you have to be.

- But when you keep looking at him like that, he freezes.

- The fidgeting stops. His hands twitch against each other.

“You’re… s-serious?”

- The thought alone short-circuits him.

- Toby loves animals, has a soft spot for innocent things… but a baby? His baby?

- Something about that idea hits a raw spot in his chest he didn’t know was there.

- He’d stutter through questions.

“Are you-…Why? W- why me? You know wuh-what I am, right? I can’t e-even sleep half the t-tuh-time-”

- You’d have to calm him down, touch his hair, tell him you want it to be him. That you trust him.

- That trust breaks him a little —in a good way, a terrifying way.

- The part of Toby that sketches kittens in the margins of his notebook? The part that pets stray cats and leaves food out for them in hopes they return?

- That part wants it. Wants something his, soft, warm. Proof he’s more than the mess in his head.

- But the rest of him, the half that never stays still, the one that chews at old wounds, the one that curls up alone at night doesn’t believe he can do it.

- Doesn’t trust himself not to ruin it.

- He’d pull you close, mumbling into your hair:

“If w-we ever did… I’d t-try. I’d try s-so fucking hard. B-but I don’t w-wanna hurt y-you. Or t-them. Y-you know?”

- It wouldn’t be an outright no.

- It’d be a soft, hesitant “I want to want it.” And he’d stay up late that night, turning it over in his head.

B E N D R O W N E D / B E N

- Ben’s reaction is pure record scratch.

- You say it, dead serious, and he stares at you like you just shit in your hands and clapped.

“…Huh? You mean, like, a real one? You don’t want… like, a Tamagotchi?”

- You tell him you’re serious, you want his kid. A real baby. Your baby…together.

- First thing he does is deflect with sarcasm.

“Wow, sure, let me just pull out my parenting stat points… and Oh! Look! None.”

- He’s pacing. Kicking the leg of his desk chair.

- He hates how the thought makes him feel something warm under all the snark.

- Underneath it, he’s wired with fear. Ben’s selfish by nature.

- He likes freedom, control, games he can pause and restart.

- A kid? That’s real. That’s forever. You can’t reset that. (Unless you kill the kid and have a new one 😭.)

- He’d flick his eyes at you, serious for once.

“Why me? You know I’m an…asshole, right?”

- You’d say yes, but he’s your asshole (cringe…booo…🍅🍅🍅🍅).

- And that maybe, just maybe, he’d be good at loving something —someone— that didn’t expect perfection, just love.

- The thing that breaks him is the idea of someone trusting him to stay, to care. He never really had that.

- He wouldn’t commit on the spot.

- He’d joke about names, make dumb comments like,

“We can name it after a Vocaloid, a Zelda character even.”

- Then curl into you that night, eyes open in the dark, thinking about it for real.

- He’d get attached to the idea before he admitted it out loud.

- The first time he calls you “mommy” under his breath (not in a sexual way (😭😭), just an ‘ours’ way) you know he’s all in.

J E F F T H E K I L L E R / J E F F

- Oh, this guy.

- He’d bark out a laugh first, genuinely thinking you’re messing with him.

“Make a baby? With me? You tryin’ to end the world or what?”

- But when you stay quiet, dead serious, it gets under his skin.

- He’d scoff and roll his eyes, but something about it sticks.

“You got a death wish or something? You want my DNA running around? You sure?”

- He’d say it like a threat, like the world would end if it happened, but his chest would tighten.

- Jeff doesn’t do vulnerability (sure 😐).

- The idea that you’d want something permanent with him, something that can’t be undone (unless you kill the kid x2), pushes against every broken part of him.

- Part of him wants to mock you, make it a joke.

- But he can’t. You’d see right through it. And it pisses him off.

- He’d sit with it. Try to think about it, try to smoke a cigarette, and stub it out twice as fast.

- When he can’t stop thinking about it, he’d glare at you like you put the idea in his head on purpose 😭😭

“If you ever got pregnant…” he’d mutter, voice low, “…you’d be fully mine. Forever. You know that, right?”

- There’s possessiveness in it. An animalistic thing.

- The idea claws at him: Something his. Something that proves he’s real.

- He’d never be the soft dad type.

- But he’d protect that baby with the same ugly, brutal, loyalty he gives you. Even if it terrifies him.

- He’d growl something like,

“Don’t bring that up again. Not unless you mean it.”

- But secretly… he wants it as much as you do.

- But he’s unmedicated, unstable, and he’s scared of that.

E Y E L E S S J A C K / J A C K

- Jack goes quiet when you say it. Too quiet. You’d think he didn’t hear you at first.

- He sets down whatever he’s reading. Turns to you, tilts his head and speaks.

“You want my child.”

- He says it in that extremely monotone voice of his. It’s not disgust. It’s disbelief, wonder.

- Like he’s turning the idea over like a specimen on a tray (😭😭)

- The logical part of him kicks in first: genetics, risk, your safety.

- He’s a half-demon thing now, what if it’s not human? What if it’s like him?

- He’d tell you simply:

“You know what I am. You want to risk that?”

- But then your hands are on his. Warm, steady.

- You tell him you trust him, that you’d love anything that came from you two (🙁🙁)

- His fingers curl slightly, he’s careful not to touch you too roughly.

- The thought of innocence, his bloodline carrying forward, hits him deep.

- He remembers being human. He remembers wanting a family once.

- That part of him is still buried under the mask.

- Jack would study you for a long time, then pull you into his lap.

- You’d feel the rumble of his voice in your chest.

“If we were to go through with this… I’d never let harm come to you. Or to them.”

- It wouldn’t be a yes or no. It’d be quiet planning, caution, and unspoken hope.

- He’d probably ask a thousand practical questions later, genetics, prenatal care, etc.

- But behind the science, he’d secretly love the idea of a child who might carry a piece of his old humanity.

(i’d be terrified cs like…what if they baby eats you..from inside out 😭😭)

H O M I C I D A L L I U / L I U

- The word “baby” hits him like a knife in the ribs, because on his worst nights, that’s all he ever wanted.

- A normal life. Family. Something to protect instead of destroy.

- When you say it, Liu goes still. He studies your face, like he’s waiting for you to flinch, to laugh, to take it back.

“You’re serious?”

- His voice is soft, fragile in a way he hates.

- Sully perks up immediately.

- The conflict shows on the way his jaw tightens. Sully sees it as weakness. But Liu wants it.

- He’d run his thumb under your eye, brushing your cheek.

- You’d see how badly he wants to say yes, and how much the guilt holds him back.

“I’d ruin it,” he whispers. “I ruin everything. I couldn’t—”

- But you stop him, remind him you see him, not Sully, not a monster.

- The thought of you round and safe with his baby pulls at every protective instinct he’s buried under all that trauma (🙁🙁)

- He’d be gentle with the idea.

- Treasuring it but scared to break it.

- He’d start spending more nights in his apartment, imagining what it would feel like to bring you somewhere safe, normal.

- If you were truly serious? He’d try. For you. For them.

- Even if Sully claws at the edges of his mind the whole time.

T I M W R I G H T / M A S K Y

- Tim’s reaction is stiff. It’s like you flipped a switch in him that he didn��t know was there.

- He’d frown first. Pull away a little.

“Where’s this coming from?”

- He’s used to you grounding him, to you being his anchor.

- The idea of you wanting to tie him to something like that forever makes his stomach twist.

- He’d pace. Rub his palms together. Masky’s the piece of him that says don’t get attached.

- But Tim is attached to you.

“You really think… with me?”

- He’d stare at the floor, wrestling with old dreams of normal life he buried a long time ago.

- If you tell him you trust him, that you want that with him, you’d see him look away, eyes glassy.

- He’d hate how much he wants to believe you.

- He’d mutter something like,

“I’d have to keep you safe. All the time. No more missions for you. Nowhere near this place.”

- If you reassure him, promise him you’re serious, he’d pull you in tight, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

- It wouldn’t be instant, but the thought would linger with him.

- The one thing bigger than the mask: you, and something —someone— you made together.

B R I A N T H O M A S / H O O D I E

- Brian’s knee-jerk reaction? Laugh. Dry, sharp.

- He’d say something like,

“You’re messing with me.”

- When you don’t talk, the humor drains from his face.

- It’s the loss of control that rattles him, because he’s good at plans, stealth, fixing problems.

- Babies? Not part of the plan. At all.

- He’d lean back, fold his arms, and avoid eye contact.

“You sure about that?”

- His voice would crack, just once.

- You’d see the way his fingers tap his arm, overthinking.

- He’s calculating all the ways it could go wrong.

- All the people, the things, who’d want to hurt you just to get to him.

- If you touch his face, tell him you’re serious, you’d feel him go still.

- He’d rest his forehead against yours, quiet.

“I’d have to keep you out of this. Out of all of this. You understand?”

- The idea of a family claws at something human he tries not to feel anymore.

- He’d want it more than he could admit.

- Hoodie’s mask stays cold as Brian holds you closer that night.

- Fingers at your belly like he’s trying to picture what it would mean to keep something that good alive.

- It would terrify him, but he’d try. For you, he’d try.

I loved writing this 😼😼

(I love pretending like they wouldn’t just get up and walk away)

AHHHHHH I LOVE FEELINGS

[bjornswoman]

One more

Author's Note: Hello folks! I've been away for too long and I'm so very sorry about this fact. This is my official comeback with this little fic that I found in my drafts. The question is though, is our fandom still alive and active? Have fun with this one and take care P.S. Requests and taglists are open.

Pairing: Ubbe x Reader.

Genre: Mini!au, smut, romance.

Summary: One more morning with Ubbe.

Warnings: Smut.

Strong hands pressed your body forcefully on the mattress. Hot – burning – lips were devouring the flesh of your neck. Hungry eyes were running up and down your body revealing that he had only dirty thoughts about you at that very moment.

You were trying to resist in his dangerous charm and his deadly touch, but your body was out of your control. It gave you away each time, because it was reacting to him – to his teasing touch – in all the ways you didn't want. Your hands tried to push him away by his muscular chest, but to no avail. The man was much stronger than you to make him stop by force.

"We should stop..." You suggested and made one more effort to stop him from going any further. However, your effort was dismissed as your previous one.

The prince's left palm forced your hands on the furs by your wrists and kept you still under him. The free hand of his was drawing imaginary paths on your torso. His touch was so soft that it almost felt innocent, but it was anything but it. Instead the right adjective to perfectly describe it was inviting. It was tempting you to give in to his insatiable desires.

"Ubbe." You said his name in an desperate way to distract him from going forward. However, it was pointless to try resisting him. It had already been a difficult task for you because you desired him almost as much as he did. But Ubbe made it even worse for you.

He had always been like this in a way that felt like he was trying so hard to blow your cover and let your spicy secret escape from the prying halls who kept it sealed.

His hand was getting closer to your thighs and as it was approaching, his movements were slower, but impatient – matching his temper. That stubbornness of his was able to get you in serious trouble, but the man didn't seem to care much about it. Unlike you who minded deeply about this whole situation.

"No." You told him and it was a warning for him not to continue on touching you. Ubbe was dangerously close to restart the actions of the previous night, when the first rays of the sun were making their appearance. A sign that you should have been far gone by now. You should have sneaked in your own room, under your own furs, pretending that you were sleeping all night instead of laying on the prince's bed.

The prince caressed your inner thighs and touched slightly your centre, in return you gasped trying to keep your breath steady and your voice stern. Before you could even try to voice your next protestation, two of his own skilled fingers found their way in your entrance and this time you weren't able to keep yourself from groaning.

"My prince, please not again." Your voice was breathy. The prince smiled when he heard you and placed a sloppy kiss on your bare chest.

In the meanwhile, your hands wrapped around his wrist and with some effort you placed his hand on your stomach and your own hands on his messy hair.

"You can take one more." Ubbe insisted and you tried to make him look at you, by moving your palms on his cheeks. When his darkened blue eyes met your face you could say that your face reddened.

You swallowed nervously as you were gathering your thoughts along with words, though this wasn't easy because he had inserted two of his fingers inside of you and he didn't move them at all. So you were trying not to move, as not to worsen your situation.

"Maybe, but we don't have any time left. Its almost dawn." You reasoned and he placed a finger above your lips preventing you from saying anything else.

His lips closed the distance between the two of you. Firstly, they just touched yours and caressed them in the most teasing way you had even felt. Afterwards, he kissed you passionately – hungrily. It felt like both of your lives were depending on this kiss.

That was the moment when his fingers started moving in the fast and hard pace of his that you were used to by now. Though each time with him it felt like a total different experience.

You moaned within the kiss and the prince bit your lip driving all of your senses on their peak.

[twistedmafiaau]

𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥

You entered the lounge all finely dressed with your best clothes. The dim lights hid your nervous blush very well — you were about to meet your favorite after all, who could blame you? 

The head waiter with their polite smile approached you and asked:

“You wish to be seated with Thorny Rose correct?”

As you nodded they gently led you to your assigned table, him waiting for you while sipping a glass of his favourite alcoholic beverage.

Ready to start the night?

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” you screamed at no one — except maybe the Almighty in the skies above — at your nth failed attempt to get your car started. You had been trying to restart your car for half an hour, which had left you stranded in the middle of the road, without success. No way, the wreck had left you hanging.

Your forehead bumped against the steering wheel, exasperation mixing with desperation when you got to realize you were never gonna make it on time to the exclusive lounge and meeting up close Thorny Rose, Riddle Roseheart, boss of the aforementioned mafia family.

You had fought tooth and nail to get a reservation and now that you’d spent days figuring out what to wear and what to say your stupid car abandoned you when you needed it the most. 

You got out of the car and tried to push it, hoping it would at least move that inch that made the engine start again, but the only thing you got was a tear on your best clothes and lots of sweat running down your skin. You were tempted to say in desperation “Can’t go worse than this.” but held it back — if luck would have it, it would’ve gone worse.

You started kicking the heavy wheels, a curse bubbling up your throat. 

“You damned junkyard wreck! Of all the days you had to decide to leave me in the lurch, you had to do it today! This one’s the time I decide to scrap you once and for all.” yelled a voice not too far from you, high and colleric like few you had heard so openly.

You turned your head in the direction of the yell and saw a person not much taller than you, in your same position — kicking the tires of an old Volkswagen beetle of a lovely red shade, his black jacket hanging from one shoulder with his hair pulled back to avoid it getting in his face.

“Rough night for you too, uh?” you said, letting the words slip past your lips before you could stop them. 

The stranger turned in your direction. Agate grey eyes pointed at you and the moment you recognized those eyes and those scarlet red strands, shame built in your stomach faster than food poisoning.

That was none other than Riddle Roseheart. 

If your car could start you would’ve run away faster than lightning.

Riddle sighed, deep and frustrated. “Yeah. — he said, answering your previous question — Let this be a lesson to me. This way I learn to take the first bunch of keys I find around. I thought I had done the MOT on this car, and instead…” 

“I thought that you were to be driven around by one of your subordinates, or at least drive some high-class racing car.” you blurted out those words, once again, before you could even stop them.

Riddle looked at you, one brow raised to the sky. “I like vintage, okay?” he said while subtly bobbing his head. “I’m no princess that needs to be driven around, I can do it on my own…and despite my outburst I’m still deeply attached to this car.” he said, giving loving pats to the rearview mirror.

You stared at the old car, still somewhat not convinced that a boss of a well known family would drive such a thing. A Volkswagen beetle that had honestly seen better days — with cream car upholstery fading into an old yellowish, a beat up convertible radio on the dashboard and the red paint chipping away in some places — more fitting for a grandma than a mafia boss.

“I use this one for personal outings, like the one I was driving to, so that nobody knows it’s me. It draws less attention than what you think.” he explained, tone somewhere between reproaching and offended. He must’ve interpreted your staging for something akin to disgust most likely. 

As you opened your mouth to apologize a car passed the both of you at breakneck speed, tires hitting a nearby puddle that drenched you with a rain of murky water. You both froze, like deers in the headlights. 

Your immediate response was a deep, frustrated sigh that climbed up your throat almost like reflex; you exhaled and looked at your soaking clothes with a sorrowful look — the pinnacle of misfortunes that had befallen you, which had officially ruined the evening you had longed for, before it had even begun.

When you glanced up at Riddle, soaking wet himself, he was wearing a terrifying mask of silent rage. His agate irises so small they almost disappeared into the void of pure, incandescent white, his mouth a stern rigid line that seemed sewn with surgical precision, his fists clenching at his sides like he was trying to control himself.

He gave you one quick glance.

“Pardon me for just a moment. I need to take care of something.” he said, quietly yet deadly, the calm before the storm.

He marched up to the owners of the car that just splashed the both of you, parked not too far away, crooked, the young couple — a pimp with more holes in his jacket than money in his pocket and a woman on his payroll, obviously — crowding a vending machine stationed in a alley. 

You don’t know why you decided to follow him.

“Excuse me, you two.” Riddle said, loud enough to attract the attention of the squawking couple. The both of them stared at the redhead like he was a nuisance.

“You splashed us when you passed by with your car. As you can see you drenched good clothing meant for an important night. Please apologize.” Riddle said firmly, not even an inflection in his voice. 

The pimp twisted his mouth in disgust. The woman merely giggled from behind her manicured hand as two more men got out of the car. Looks like he wasn’t going to apologize.

Riddle just lightly wiggled his nose, like a little mouse. “Well, seems like good manners are beneath you. — he said as he rolled up his sleeves — Looks like I need to teach you all a lesson.”

You grabbed him by the shoulder, squeaking in alarm at what he meant. 

“Wait, wait! Hold up a sec, we could get arrested for this.” 

Riddle wasn’t at all fazed, cracking his knuckles instead.

“Good thing many in the police department owe me a few favors then.”

“Wait! You seriously want to beat them all up?”

Riddle just gave you a look, the same look that said "I mean business".

“Did I stutter?” 

The fight was over before the sirens of a police car could approach, both you and Riddle hiding in the shadows offered by your parked car. Your legs were still trembling with shock while Riddle massaged his sore knuckles, now a lively red. 

“Thought you were more collected and diplomatic than this…” you muttered as you saw the bright blues and red of the police forces driving away with a small beaten up gang in their backseats.

“You don’t know me much.” deadpanned Riddle. “Though I assume that is the reason why you were driving to the venue…and why you looked so defeated when that car splashed you.”

You remained quiet for a few seconds, processing.

“Is that why you got so mad?” you inquired, voice shrill and incredulous.

“They ruined perfectly good clothes and refused to apologize for their mistake. That’s how I am. Plus, judging by how many times you called to make a reservation it seems like you were looking forward to this night.” he replied. “I was going to offer you a ride and those brutes basically ruined your night by making your only clothes unusable, it’s only natural I’d get bloody mad by such an untasteful behavior, those people needed to be taught some manners.”

“You’re so hot when you talk like that…” you muttered, the words flying out before you could have the chance to stop them. 

Riddle looked at you shocked, eyes wide, shoulders pointing up and mouth slightly agape; his cheeks looked a bit more pinkish too.

“I…I appreciate your fondness for my dialectic, but maybe use your inside voice next time we get together.”

“Wait, does that mean..?”

“Our cars are down and both our clothes are soaked like we walked inside the sewers. I suggest we postpone our meeting to another date. Tomorrow night is good for you?”

“Tomorrow night is very good.”

✠ Would you like a table? ✠ Bullettin Board

Thank you so much for requesting anon. Apologizes for the late answer and I hope you enjoyed yourself. I await your next patronage.

Signed - Boss

[666anxiety666]

May I ask for a Pressure tickle fic? Where the player / y/n is a 16 year old (In my country if your 15 ur legally go to jail, and the 16 yr old committed a crime in self defence) and Sebastian noticing the anxiety, pressure (pun inteended) and paranoia he decides to cheer the kiddo up to make em feel like a child again and just melt away their worries? So basically Lee 16 yr old Y/n and a Big Ler snake that gives off HUGE older brother vibes

That's such a cute prompt, omg 😭

Tickle monster

Sebastian and TEEN reader

LEE: Y/N LER: Sebastian

Warnings: none :)

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Ever since you had been sent down here, Sebastian hasn't let you leave his shop without him. You don't blame him. You wouldn't go out on your own anyway. A sixteen year old should never have been in a place like this to begin with.

Sure, it got boring, and yeah, maybe at first Sebastian claimed he was only protecting you cause, "he had to." But over time, you and him have become quite close, like a sibling kind of way...

However, as of recently, your anxiety and paranoia has gotten worse. Ever small nosie made you jump. You always hid behind Sebastian when a new expendable came down. You were never away from Sebastian, always clinging to him.

Currently, you and Sebastian were getting ready for bed. You always slept with Sebastians tail curled around you. But on this "night," you couldn't sleep.

Your eyes darted all over the place, your heart rate picking up as you head what must have been one of the anglers, banging on a wall in the distance. Sebastian opened one of his three eyes and glanced at you.

"Don't worry, kid. They do that all the time... just try to drown it out, yeah?"

But you couldn't. every noise made you jump. You were scared. You shouldn't even be here to begin with. You wanted to go home... Sebastian noticed your fear and worry.

"Come on, kid. You've got nothing to worry about..."

But Sebastian's words did little to ease your fear. Sebastian sighed. He turned around to face you fully. His tail is still wrapped around you.

"What can I do to help you calm down?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. You shrugged shyly. Sebastian sighed again. He rested his cheek in the palm of his hand as he thought of what to do.

"Come on, kid. There's gotta be something..."

Sebastian poked your side as he said this. You jumped at the poke. Letting out a small squeak. Sebastian paused, raising an eyebrow. Then, it hit him. A massive grin spreading on his face

Yours blood ran cold, and you instantly tried to get up to run. But Sebastian's tail kept you down. You struggled. But it was too late.

"Oh no, kid. You ain't escaping... the tickle monster!"

Sebastian cackled. Latching onto your sides, raking his claws up and down. You squealed, kicking your legs desperately.

You grabbed at his wrists and tried to shove him off. But it was no use. Sebastian moved his third hand to your tummy. You squealed louder.

"Look at you, squealing like a little school girl~"

Sebastian teased. You tried to pull your way out of Sebastian's grasp, but it was useless.

"Aw, how cute! You think you can stop me? You think the tickle monster shows mercy to kids like you?"

Sebastian exaggerated. Moving his hands up to your ribs. Your laughter got louder. kicking your legs harder against the floor.

"Say... im quite hungry... how many ribs do kids like you have, hm?"

Your heart dropped. You tried to push him away, but it was no use. You begged, but your pleas fell of deaf ears.

"One..~ two..~ three..~"

Sebastian started to "count." Wiggling his fingers at each rib as he did. It tickled so badly. You kicked and squirmed harder.

"Come on, kid! You made me lose count! Now I have to start all over!"

Sebastian exclamied before starting his "counting" from the beginning. This went on for what felt like forever. Your squeals and belly laughter filling the shop as Sebastian would restart at every struggle you made.

"Ugh, you know.. if I can't have get at your tasty ribs... maybe I'll have to try something else...!"

Sebastian then pretended to start "eating" your stomach. Blowing raspberries and making munching sounds.

Your face flushed. This was so childish. But you couldn't escape. You were stuck. You kicked and squealed. Shoving at Sebastian's head.

Soon, after what felt like an eternity. Sebastian backed off.

"Man... I think I've had my fill..."

Sebastian grinned as he backed off. Leaving you panting and giggling. You hugged your stomach slightly. You're face bright red for laughing. Sebastian chuckled, ruffling your hair gently.

"You good kid?"

Sebastian asked. You nodded. Pushing your hair out of your face. Sebastian chuckled once more.

"See? Told you everything was fine. You just need a good tickle every now and then."

Sebastian joked as he poked your side one last time. You yelped and giggled. Sebastian smirked and lay back down.

"Okay, okay, I'm done.."

Sebastian mumbled. You also lay back down. Resting against Sebastians tail. Sebastian pulled a blanket over you before wrapping his third arm over your shoulder.

You felt your eyes droop. You were tired. Not only from today's work, but all that tickling you went through. Sebastian smiled slightly.

"I've got you, kid..."

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Thank yall for the requests‼️ I have two more fics coming🙌

[dioslesbianwife]

GIRL- I'M SO GLAD YOU HAD A GOOD TIME ON YOUR TRIP

My request is- sorry it's part 3 related again

After the final battle with Dio, the reader got hurt and they're unconcious (they woke up after Joseph) and Jotaro can't stand it and goes out of the truck (i know they come for them and stuff) and the reader goes after him and they hug cause they got scared of losing eachother and they kiss (maybe <3)

I hope that maked sence and sorry for the bother

TYYYY lol that's never an issue, part 3 is my fav part! it's no bother, hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting ^^!

You wake up to the sound of quiet voices, the rumble of an engine, and the weight of bandages wrapped tightly around your middle. Your entire body throbs, not with pain- well, not only pain- but with something sharp and horrible buried in your chest.

Where’s Jotaro?

You remember his silhouette in the final moment, Star Platinum’s fist driving through DIO’s skull like it was paper. You remember screaming for him when time restarted, falling to the pavement when something exploded behind you. You remember the rush of blood- your blood- and then nothing else.

“Joseph?” your voice comes out hoarse and dry.

He startles, turning toward you with wide eyes, and immediately calls out. “They’re awake!”

Joseph leans over you with a wide, relieved grin- his nose is bruised, and there’s blood in his hair, but his hand is warm where it grabs yours.

“You’re okay! Thank god. You were out longer than I expected- but look at you!” he teases.

You smile weakly, but your eyes dart around. “Where’s Jotaro?”

Joseph’s face falls just a little. “He… stepped out a few minutes ago. Didn’t say where. I think he needed some air.”

Something twists in your gut. Jotaro, who never breaks composure- who carries everything in his back and never says a word- left?

You get up before Joseph can stop you. You’re slow and sore and dizzy, but you make it to the back doors of the truck and push them open, stumbling out into the cool night air.

You see him.

Jotaro is standing under a streetlamp, his hat shadowing his face, his shoulders tense. His hands are clenched at his sides, and for once he looks lost. Not angry. Not cold. Just- quiet. Haunted.

You call his name, and he whirls around.

He looks like he’s seeing a ghost.

“Y/N,” he breathes. He moves without thinking, striding toward you faster than your legs can handle, and you nearly collapse into him when he grabs you. His arms are tight around you, pressing you to his chest so hard you feel like you might bruise- but you cling back just as desperately.

“I thought you weren’t gonna wake up,” he murmurs into your hair, voice rough. “I thought you were gonna die.”

“I’m okay,” you whisper. “I’m okay now.”

His hand comes up to cradle your head, long fingers threading into your hair. His breath shakes against your temple. Star Platinum flickers behind him briefly- just for a second- and his stand’s eyes are sad. Your own stand pulses softly beside you, resting its hand over Star’s as if in thanks.

You pull back a little, just enough to see his face.

His eyes are tight. His jaw clenched. He’s trying to hold it in.

You reach up and cup his cheek, thumb brushing against the scar near his mouth. “You don’t have to pretend around me,” you whisper.

His eyes widen just slightly- and then he kisses you.

It’s not rough like you expected. It’s firm, sure, a little desperate- but soft. One hand at your back, the other cupping your jaw as he leans down to you like you might vanish if he lets go. The taste of blood and dust is still faint on both your lips, but neither of you care.

When you finally part, foreheads pressed together, you whisper, “You saved me.”

He swallows hard. “You saved all of us.”

You both hold each other in the dark, the quiet hum of the truck behind you, the warm hands of your stands gently reaching for one another like a silent prayer.

[morgana-larkin]

I got a prompt messaged to me from someone who would like to remain anonymous. The prompt is: Ok basically the reader is pregnant and Melissa is super protective. And they are married. Also somehow in the fic Mel got reader pregnant (like magic baby - or something like that)

I really liked the prompt and had a lot of fun writing the fic. So just pretend that Mel can get reader pregnant when she cums inside her. I mean it’s fanfiction, not realistic. Lol. Anyway…it’s basically just under 3000 words of protective and sweet Mel. I’m thinking of maybe writing a part 2 of Mel and reader has parents more since I wrote more of reader being pregnant. Let me know if you would want a part 2. As always, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: On to the Chessy prompts! I would also like to thank my 2 birds for not repeating any words that I said when tumblr glitched while I was posting this and I had to restart it.

Part 2

Mine

Warnings: smut, so much sweet Mel it’ll warm your heart (I mean it did for me and I wrote it 🫠), a bit of swearing at Mel but it’s funny

Words: 2.9k

Your hands clutch ginger hair as lips suck your nipple and you let out a gasp. The same lips go to your other nipple and sucks on it as well. That mouth is fucking magical with your body and those lips trail a path of kisses up to your lips and kisses you. As the kiss ends, you look up and see the lust in the eyes of your wife Melissa. Melissa is teasing your entrance with your fingers right now and she goes to lick the outer skin of your ear and give little bites and you let out a whine.

“Something you want, Amore Mia?” Melissa whispers seductively in your ear.

“Mel…baby, I need you.” Is all you manage to say.

“I’m right here Amore.” She teases you and pulls back to see your face and you look up and see the smile, the same smile that you love.

“I need you inside of me.” You tell her and she grins.

“As you wish Mia Amore.” She tells you then lines her strap with your entrance and enters you fully. You gasp in pleasure and your wife smiles at you and gives you a second. You nod then she starts moving in and out of you slowly then speeds up. “You’re so beautiful Amore, so fucking beautiful.” She says and you grab her head and pull her down to kiss her. You love it when she compliments you, it’s one of your love languages and she knows it and she loves complimenting you.

Melissa goes to rub your clit as she’s close since the strap is rubbing her clit everytime she moves. “Mel I’m so close…so fucking close.”

“Let go Amore, I’m so close too.” She tells you and that pushes you over the edge as you come with a moan, your wife comes right after and you feel it drip inside of you.

*3 months later*

You make it to the toilet just in time to lift it and throw up as Melissa holds your hair up. Melissa ran after you, knowing you’re experiencing morning sickness again.

“It’s ok Amore, let it all out. Not disappointed at all that our baby is rejecting my food.” She jokes and you laugh then throw up again. Melissa rubs your back soothingly and you lean into her touch. “I’m sorry that you keep having morning sickness everyday.” She tells you with an apologetic smile.

“It’s ok, we wanted to become mothers and I’m happy you got me pregnant.” You tell her and she smiles warmly at you. “I hope they have your hair and eyes.” You add and she laughs.

“Well I hope they have your cute little nose and chin.” She says as she boops your nose and you giggle. “Are you done?” She asks and you nod and flush the toilet. She lets go of your hair and helps you up. She gets you some water, mouthwash and gum to which you accept all gratefully.“We gotta go to work now Amore.” She tells you and you nod.

You both get into the car and she drives you both to school. You both met at Abbott when you started there 6 years ago. She tried to avoid you at first but couldn’t resist your charm and became attracted to you and you couldn’t help but get attracted to her either. She got the courage to ask you out after flirting for 6 months then got married 4 years later.

You both walk into the break room with one of her arms around your waist. “Here, sit down and I’ll make you some tea to hopefully get right of that morning sickness again.” She tells you and you nod.

“Still having morning sickness every day?” Barb asks and you nod.

“That little Tesoro keeps rejecting my food. Starting to wonder if they’re actually mine.” She teases. You give her a look and she smirks at you and giggles. “Here you go Amore.” She says as she hands you the tea and sits down beside you. “You’re starting to show Amore. I still can’t believe we’re having a baby.” She tells you excitedly.

“Well I haven’t had sex with anyone else so it’s obviously yours.” You joke to her and she laughs. From the moment you both found out that you’re pregnant, she vowed to protect you and the little Tesoro at all costs. She already protected you anyways, she’s even punched a guy in the face at a bar when he wouldn’t let you go.

*3 more months later*

“Hey baby.” You ask Melissa as you’re laying in bed and she’s brushing her teeth, getting ready for bed.

“Yes Amore?” She tells you and spits the toothpaste out of her mouth into the sink.

“The little devil is kicking inside me again.” You tell her with a pout and she giggles.

“Give me 2 minutes and I’ll scold them.” She tells you with a laugh.

“I still don’t know why they only listen to you. They’re already favourtising.” You pout and she laughs again.

“Oh hun, don’t worry, they’ll love you as well.” She says as she gets into bed next to you.

“I hope so. I’m the one carrying the devil.” She smiles at you and gives you a kiss on the lips. She then puts her head on your thigh and talks to the baby.

“Little Tesoro, what did I say about kicking mommy?” She says and rubs your belly. As she rubs it, she suddenly feels a kick and jolts up then looks at you then back to the belly then back to you. “Was that a kick?” She says and you nod.

“I’m happy that you finally felt one.” You say. You told her the baby kicked for the first time 2 weeks ago and she pouted as she missed it. She tries to get them to kick again but never catches it. This was the first time. You look at your wife who’s watching your belly and her eyes start to fill with tears. “Oh come here baby.” You tell her and open your arms out to hug her. She moves and puts herself in your arms and rests a hand on your stomach. “Of course they stop kicking me after you talk to them. I was telling them to stop for 5 minutes.” You say and she lets out an airy laugh. “They better listen to me when they’re outside the womb.” You complain and your wife looks at you with a smile.

“I’m sure they will.” She says and kisses you. You could find out the gender at your ultrasound next week but you both want it to be a surprise. “Do you have any ideas for girl names?” She asks and you nod.

“I was thinking Caterina.” You say and she lifts her head and looks at you surprised.

“You want to name the baby after me?” She asks and you nod.

“I remember the meaning of your middle name when you told me. Pure. Which both you and the little one are.” You tell her and her eyes fill up with tears again.

“What about boy names?” She asks as she curls up in your arms again.

“I thought of Luca, meaning…”

“Light.” She finishes for you with a smile.

“Ya, do you have any ideas?” She nods.

“For a boy I was thinking Nico, and for a girl I was thinking Amelia. If it’s a girl and we name her Amelia then you can nickname both of us Mel.” She states proudly and you laugh. “Are you sure you want to go with an Italian name? Cause we don’t have too.” She says and you smile at her.

“I already told you that I want to do an Italian name. I love a lot of Italian names that I saw when looking. Your name is Italian and I love it.” You tell her and she kisses you.

You’ve been getting a lot of attention lately with your belly since you’re 6 months pregnant and a lot of people have been touching your stomach and it’s driving Melissa insane. She keeps giving glares and sometimes actually grabs the hand on your belly and pulling it off. She doesn’t like people, that’s not her, touching you.

She did that with Janine last week. Janine touched your belly but then Melissa came into the break room and saw it. She quickly stood beside you and pushed Janine’s hand off then hugged you and mumbled “mine” while glaring at Janine. A few parents have been doing it too but then quickly stopped when Melissa kept coming beside you with an arm around your waist and glaring at them.

You and Melissa have started building the baby room with a crib, a rocking chair, a little bookshelf with baby books to read to them and a couple stuffed toys.

Every day at lunch, she kept moving a chair over so you can put your feet up and then after a week, the chair suddenly stayed there, you think Melissa had something to do with that. Every morning and afternoon or whenever the halls were busy, she wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you through the hallway of children so you didn’t fall.

Melissa keeps attending to your cravings every day, she always asks what you’re craving tonight before she makes supper. She makes whatever you’re craving for you and sometimes has to make something for herself if she refuses to eat what you’re craving.

“Your cravings are getting worse.” She told you one night and you pout.

“Tell that to the little one, not me.” She laughs and does just that.

“Tesoro, will you start craving some Italian food, your mommy is missing my cooking.” She tells your belly and you giggle.

“I really am.” You say and she smiles and kisses your forehead.

You go on maternity leave a month later and you’re bored out of your mind. Melissa texted you on your first week off at every chance she got and video chatted you on lunch and during her prep period. When she got home she cuddled with you on the couch and nuzzled her head on your chest and talked to your belly while listening to your heartbeat. The first time she heard the baby’s heartbeat she was filled with tears and she got a video of it and plays it all the time.

She helps you up the stairs ever night, she started that when you were 5 months pregnant and she hasn’t stopped. She got you a little shower seat when you couldn’t stand for long without your back hurting too much. Every night she motions for you to lay down between her legs and gives you a small shoulder and neck massage. She’s always careful and makes sure not to push on any point that might send you into early labour. You usually fall asleep between her legs while she massaged you and she quickly became an expert at removing herself and lying down beside you without waking you up.

As for the sex, your sex drive went through the roof when you hit 4 months pregnant and it hasn’t slowed down since. The first day it hit you, you two had sex 4 times, she didn’t complain at all. At least until it happened 5 days straight and you kept waking her up at midnight cause you woke up horny and couldn’t fall back asleep. She’s given you quickies many times in the car before school, during lunch and after school. A few times she’s even done it in school in one of your classrooms as you two both had a prep period at the same time, she had to cover your mouth the entire time. She had to get a vibrator for you that was quiet in case it got really bad and you needed to get off and she was either busy or tired.

It seems the more pregnant you get, the more touchy and protective she gets. She’s next to you as much as possible and always has an arm on or around you somewhere. She wants to cuddle all the time at home while talking to the baby. In public places, like the grocery store, she usually has an arm wrapped around your waist as you push the cart. If you need anything, even small things, like refilling your water bottle, then she’s on in a second.

In your 8th month is when she was full on momma bear. She kept insisting that you stay seated, she went grocery shopping alone or said you had to be in a wheelchair if you came with her (which you stayed in the car every time), she got whatever you needed so you wouldn’t have to stand and got you headphones so you can listen to music if the baby was being a little devil and she wasn’t around. One day you did trip and fall on your stomach and she rushed you to the hospital and they told both of you the baby was fine after checking. And that only made her more protective and you barely stood all day.

One day while she was at work, you felt contractions getting closer and closer together. You thought it was Braxton Hicks contractions since you're only 8 months pregnant but they didn’t stop, you knew you were in labour. You quickly called Melissa to which she immediately threatened Ava to sub for her and rushed home to bring you to the hospital.

The labour was long, it was 10 hours before the little Tesoro was born. You kept swearing and yelling at Melissa, especially when she kept telling you to breathe like you both were shown in parenting classes. Barb was there too, holding your other hand and kept trying not to laugh when you kept yelling at Melissa

“I AM FUCKING BREATHING!” You yelled at her ones. “YOU GOT ME INTO THIS MESS *screams when contraction hits* YOU FUCKING BITCH!” She didn’t take any of it personally.

“That’s it, let it all out, yell at me about anything and call me whatever you want.” She told you when you first started yelling at her. At one point, one contraction got so bad that nothing she was saying was helping so she screamed with you.

When you were pushing, she kept telling you that you’re doing great and to keep pushing.

“I AM FUCKING PUSHING SO FUCK OFF! TELL ME TO PUSH ONE MORE TIME AND I’LL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE!” You yelled at her when you got annoyed.

“And I’ll still love you.” She replied to that and kept holding your hand. You squeezed so hard while pushing that you almost broke her hand, she didn’t complain about it at all. The baby finally came and they said it was a girl. As soon as they brought her to you for skin to skin contact, you named her.

“Hi, little Amelia.” You said and she looked at you and welled up with tears.

“You went with my choice?” She said and you nodded.

She kissed you while the baby was on your chest and Barb took a picture of you all as a family for the first time. After 10 minutes of skin to skin, then you handed Amelia over to Melissa to hold. As soon as the baby was in her arms, she started crying while talking to her daughter for the first time face to face.

“Hi my little Tesoro. So you’re the little trouble maker who kept kicking your mommy.” She joked and you laughed. Melissa looked at her daughter with little ginger hairs and her green eyes with your little nose and chin, just like you both imagined.

“My two Mel’s.” You said to her as she held the baby and she giggled.

You fell asleep after breastfeeding Amelia for the first time, and Melissa stayed awake and held Amelia while sitting in the chair next to your bed. She kept humming or singing some Italian lullabies that she sang to your belly at night when you were pregnant.

Melissa got a month off of work after Amelia was born. Ava had it all set up for her when Melissa requested a month off after the baby was born when you went on maternity leave.

The first month you both kept taking turns when Amelia cried. You had to use the breast pump and a bottle as she was premature and couldn’t suck the milk out of your breasts long enough.

After a month, Melissa had to go back to work and kept calling you and requesting pictures throughout the day. The first day she went back to work, you brought Amelia to see her at work at lunchtime. Although you were a little early and got there a few minutes before lunch and surprised Melissa at her classroom. All her students said “aww” when Melissa held her baby before class ended. At lunchtime she brought you and Amelia to the break room and introduced Amelia to everyone.

Barb held her first, even though she visited a few times in the first month to help you guys get some proper sleep. All of them took turns holding Amelia for a few minutes and then handed her back to Melissa who smiled at her daughter and held your waist.

Barb looked at her best friend and couldn’t be happier for her as she looked the happiest she’s ever been, holding her daughter and her wife at the same time.

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[cameronspecial]

I’m just restarting my Tennis routine again, so maybe you could make like a fluff about Rafe with Tennis player!reader on how he loves her in her short cute tennis fits and everything. just a cute sweet something😆! thank you

Good Luck Charm

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Masterlist

The warming weather in the OBX only means one thing for Y/N and Rafe loves what it brings for him. Not only does it mean she comes to the country club with him more, the purple pleated tennis skirt she wears to play drives him crazy. He loves tennis season and he wouldn’t change a thing about it. Before dating her, he never used the club's tennis court. Now, every time he goes to the club with her, they play at least a round on the green rectangles. 

 “Rafey, are we almost done?” she whines from the cart. He takes note of where the ball lands and turns to her with a smile, “Almost, Baby. I just have three more holes. Think you can handle that?” A small pout falls on her face and her fingers play with the hem of her skirt. She rubs the fabric against each other. “I guess, but it’s getting a little late and if we get lunch before hitting the court, it might be a little hot once we get on the court. I have to practice my backhand.” He can see the worry in her eyes. He knows she doesn’t love playing later in the afternoon because there are a lot of people on the court and the heat causes her to get a little cranky. She grins as he makes his way over to her. His lips meet hers and he sets his club back into the bag. “Okay, then we can head to lunch now. It’s all good, Baby. I’m going to go get the ball and we’ll go.” She jumps with a small clap, causing her tits to bounce. His eyes follow its movements. “Thank you so much. I love you,” she thanks. 

———

After lunch, Rafe runs to the car to grab their rackets. The soles of her white Addidas that Rafe bought her slap against the green pavement as she runs over to him. She jumps into his arms with her arms wrapping around his neck. He picks her up by her waist for a second and puts her back down. Once he sets her down, he taps her bum to get her moving toward her side of the court, loving that her short skirt means the tips of his fingers can touch the skin of her bottom. He flicks his chin in her direction, “You start. And if you win, I may have a little something for you.” Her eyes sparkle at the teasing of a surprise and she eagerly nods. She bounces the ball against the floor, throwing it up in the air once her mind is in the right mind frame. Her racket makes contact with the ball and sends it across to him. The game has begun. 

———

With the ball hitting just outside of the line, a point is awarded to Y/N and she wins the game. “Yaayy!” she screams, jumping up and down with the racket in her hand. She runs over to Rafe and throws herself into his arms. “Congrats, Baby! You always do,” he felicitates. He peppers kisses all over her face and she giggles. She rests one hand on his shoulder and holds the palm up of her other one, “You owe me a gift, Rafey! You promised.” He chuckles, setting her down on the ground. He fishes into his pocket and pulls something out. “Close your eyes, Baby,” he orders. Her eyes flutter short and she feels him lift her hand into his. A weight falls on her wrist. Excitement fills her as she has an inkling of what it is. She has been hitting at it all year. His lips touch the shell of her ear, “You can open them.” Her eyelids pull apart and the Tiffany Victoria Line Bracelet gleams back at her. “Awww! Thank you, Rafey.” She smears his face with kisses, leaving her lip print all over his face. “What is it for?” His head tilts to the side, “I don’t need an occasion to spoil my girl, but if you really want one, then think of it as a good luck charm. I may not be able to be physically there for all your games, so this can be a reminder of how much I love you and am rooting for you.”

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[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Hello there! 👋🏽 If you don’t mind, I was wondering if I could make a request with Tech? With maybe a bookworm reader if that’s okay? I feel like it would be a cute dynamic! Thank you and have a good day! 🙏🙌

Bookworm

Tech x Reader

Summary- You and Tech have a moment alone on The Marauder. What better way to spend it than reading! Accompanied by Tech on his datapad, of course.

A/N- It's totally okay!!! I figured the best format for this kind of request was bullet point- but I am not very good at those. So, i compromised with this! Hope you enjoy, thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 990

Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, and Echo had all left the ship to go look for some dinner. A job you all completed recently left you with some spending money. You figured everyone deserved a real meal for once.

It left you and Tech alone in The Marauder. You could have easily went to hang out at Cid's bar, but you couldn't stand to be around her. You hated the way she poked fun at Tech's goggles.

Only you were allowed to call him 'goggles.'

The thought only temporarily distracted you from your book. You quickly resumed reading, only to realize you had to restart the whole page. This time actually process what you're reading! You thought to yourself.

Grumbling, you squeezed your eyes shut and straightened up in your seat. You happened to take a spot in the co-pilots chair. Tech always sat in the pilots.

"Something the matter?" Tech asks, not looking up from his datapad.

It was sweet, that he noticed your small movements. "Just trying to focus, I lost my place." You finally found a comfortable position, situating your book back in your hands.

"It can help to fidget with one hand, to increase your chances of focus." He informed, per usual.

You smiled up at him, he glanced up from the pad when he felt your gaze on him. He flashed a very brief smile- more of a grin, it was all you needed though.

You listened to him rant about his findings on 'focus' for a few minutes, knowing anyone else would have shut him up by now. Him talking never bored you or made you uncomfortable, despite many others complaining.

"Thank you, Tech." You simply said, returning to your book. He seemed pleased enough and went back to tinkering on his datapad.

A newfound silence came over, you read your book in peace. The story of the thieves with powers fighting the government amused you. What amused you more was the fact you had personally been on more dangerous missions, yet the book still captured you.

It was nice to imagine yourself in their place, even when you wouldn't change what you have for the word.

You'd go on a million death defying missions if it meant you were with Tech.

While you typically could put down over 50 pages in an hour, Tech interrupted you again. Not with any other intentions than to please you.

"Yes?" You responded after he called your name.

He reached in a compartment to the left of the console. A place Tech used to store his latest experiments.

He pulled out a neatly wrapped gift. It had swirls of color on the paper that wrapped it. He said nothing, just handed the rectangular item to you.

"For me?"

"That would be correct."

You tried to fight the corners of your mouth rising, but it was no use. Tech watched you violently, showing little expression.

You gently took the paper off, not wanting to make a mess of his careful work.

You slowly revealed it to be a new book, the fourth book in the series to the one you were just reading.

"Tech, I- I thought it was a limited edition! There was only a hundred made across the galaxy!" You looked in his deep brown eyes.

"Yes, it is." He confirmed.

"H-how did you get it!" You were baffled, the thought he put into your gift- and for no special occasion.

"It was not difficult. I was able to track all the shipping numbers to their respective planets, and when we had a mission on one- I located the book through its buyers." He said, nonchalantly. Like he didn't easily buy one of the most rare books you knew of.

"Why? Did I miss an anniversary?" You were slightly confused on why he gave you the gift. You hoped you weren't supposed to also have a gift prepared.

"Uh, no. You mentioned exactly 129 rotations ago that you wanted the book. I saw no problem in getting it." He remembered...

You were moved to small tears, now flowing down your cheeks.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, Tech. Of course I am." You rose to your feet, throwing yourself on him in a big hug. He hugged you back. While he didn't completely understand your acclimation to physical affection- he didn't mind you doing as you pleased to him.

He gently patted your back, and you pulled away. "Thank you, i'm going to have to finish this book quickly now. I can't wait to read it..."

"You are welcome." He responded, you let him be and lifted yourself off of him. He grabbed his datapad and clicked away.

What you didn't know was that sometimes Tech would watch you read. In times like these, when you found yourself sitting or laying next to each other. You reading, him on his datapad.

He would study your face, taking in every expression. He would think about what you were reading- was it sad, happy, thrilling? Feelings were a trivial matter to him, but he was always thinking of ways to make you happy.

He loved it when you read, sometimes out loud to him. It was soothing to hear your voice when he worked on a project or was fixing a part on The Marauder.

The way you tapped your foot, or bounced your leg when you got to a complex part in a book. Or, when you were both laying down together and accidentally hit Tech in shock at a twist in the story. He loved every bit of it.

You turned back to your original book, now more determined than ever to finish it.

You did, however, catch Tech staring this time. You met his gaze, a wide smirk on your face. You couldn't help but giggle briefly. He gave you an odd look, but went back to his datapad. Just as you went back to your book.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! Requests are about to be open, just one more to fulfill! As always, I am open to constructive criticism.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

YAY

Can I request a oneshot based off of your "posing nude for bloody painter's art"? SFW obviously!

Figure Study (Bloody Painter x Reader)

Based off of this post !! First time actually expanding a post into a full fic I hope you like this anon!

Prompt: Helen asks you to pose nude for one of his new pieces

Notes: GN reader, SFW post, established relationship, there is some tension if you squint/from the readers perception

Word count: 1.5k

CWs: suggestive but nothing explicit, non sexual nudity

Helen breathed down the back of your neck as one of his hands wrapped around your wrist and positioned it exactly how he wanted it, his other hand planted on your hip to keep you firmly in place. He wasn’t wearing his mask today, allowing his steady breathing to graze the hairs on the back of your neck. If he noticed your hairs standing on end he didn’t say anything. In a slow dragging motion he slides his hands off of you and takes a long look at your nude form. He takes a step backwards, and walks around you. Your eyes follow him, before darting away to focus on something else. Your body burned where he touched you, and while it wasn’t the lewdest act it had still left a fluttering feeling in your chest. 

You see him nod to himself out of the corner of your eye as he sauntered over to his own seat, easel already set up and decked out with the materials he would need.

“If you could hold that pose until I’m done with the rough sketch, I would appreciate it…” He mumbled. 

You were about to nod, but you stopped yourself before you had the chance to move. You only hum softly in response and direct your eyes away from him.

It’s quiet… painfully so… the only sound aside from your breathing was the sound of his pencil making strokes on the canvas. You almost wished you had asked him to put on some music before you agreed to let him pose you however you’d like.

Fighting a shuddering breath, you dart your eyes to his- blue eyes flicked intensely between the canvas and your body. Like his hands, his gaze left your skin burning. 

Judgmental or with adoration, the way his brows furrowed intensely made it hard to tell what he was thinking. His body language gave nothing away as his arm glided effortlessly in front of him, relaxed but controlled. 

“You’re tensing up… you’re doing fine, just relax,” He broke the silence. His words only made you stiffen more, abdomen tightening- doing the exact opposite of what he had asked of you. He stopped his process and leaned around the canvas to stare at you. Golden light casted from the window behind him, allowing the shadows to deepen the features of his face.

Your mouth twitches as you try to find the words, but it ultimately fails you. He gently puts down his pencil and stands back up to his feet. 

“We can do this another day,” He offered. “If you’re not comfortable.”

“No-” You insist. He stops in his tracks and cocks his head to the side slightly. 

“No?”

“It’s just… this is my first time doing this, you know? I promise I do want to do this- I just need to get into the… flow?” You offer a weak smile. He only hums softly. “I wouldn’t have agreed if I really didn’t want to do it… maybe it’s the position?” You continue. “Is it okay if I change? You’re not too far into the sketch, are you?” 

He shakes his head, and before you can ask him to clarify he does it for you. 

“No, I can restart…” He walks back to his seat. “Go on and find a new pose if you’re going to, I’m sure I can find something to paint on this canvas… it’d be a shame to waste the sketch already created.” 

You blink at him. “You’re keeping the original?”

He waves his hand in the air, and you take that as your que to stop asking questions and to shift in your seat. 

Thankfully, you had been smart enough to get one of the armchairs to rest in… you couldn’t imagine how sore you would be sitting in one of the chairs at the kitchen table… uncushioned against your skin… sore, and sticking to the material. Biting back a grimace you shift from the picturesque pose Helen had put you in in favor of something more comfortable.

Something more natural. 

So much better, even if it wasn’t as exposed as Helen may have wanted… at least, what you think he wanted. The way he had asked you earlier genuinely felt like he had no ulterior motive of seeing your undressed form. To put simply, he only wanted to practice drawing the human form, and you were one of the only willing subjects he had on hand.

“Is this okay?” You ask as you let yourself sink into the plushness of the seat. He finally finishes putting a new canvas onto the easel and takes a glance at you. He shifts his chair to the side to let the light from the window shine onto you- thankfully it was only facing the backyard, and far enough from nosy neighbors. 

He gives you a thumbs up after fully stepping out of the sun rays reach. Your eyes instinctively try to squint, but you manage to keep them just open enough to look mostly unbothered by it. 

“Wonderful… keep that position… I’ll get the bare basics down…” He mutters lowly and he returns to his work now refueled with a new vigor.

You remain perfectly still for what feels like a few hours, but given that the sun was still shining its light on you it couldn’t have been that long. 

With each stroke Helen seemed to become even more inspired, face twitching as he swapped between pencil and eraser to get the details just right. 

His eyes spared nothing, every part of you was on full display to him and you were sure he wasn’t going to let even a single mark on your body slip. His gaze would linger and drag, pausing when it met a mole or scar, freckle or dimple. Every divot was looked at with the same intensity he would give you when he would kiss you in the morning.

Blue eyes scorched into golden flesh, attempting to capture every single inch before the light went out. 

They dart between you and the canvas when the stare is not focused on you. You fight every fiber in your body to not squirm under his eyes… but you don’t tense up like you had before. No, your body remains relaxed… limp almost as you let your limbs sink naturally against you while staying in place. 

As the light deepened and shifted, Helen finally deemed his piece satisfactory. The sound of him gently putting down the pencil was louder than anything. His elbows rest on his knees and he puts his jaw in his hands. He stares at the canvas, then looks at you… then back to the canvas.

He draws a long breath through his teeth. 

“I can only dream to capture your likeness,” He finally says softly. 

You shift in your position, ignoring how your heart skipped at his words.

Gloved fingers trace the edges of the canvas before hooking around it and lifting it from its mount. He takes one last moment to stare at it and compare it to your form in front of him. “I’ll need to polish this later… but you,” His eyes settle solely on your face. “Rest…” 

“Do I not get to see the sketch?” 

He stiffens, fingers clenching. “It’s rough, nowhere near perfect,” 

“I don’t mind that, I think everything you make is nice,” You smile at him.

A smile ghosts the corners of his mouth. “I suppose you’re right,” 

He seems like he takes your words to heart… maybe… even without the mask he wasn’t the easiest person to read. 

Finally, he turns the canvas over to face you. Even without color, the values and shadows blew you away. It still needed to be refined, but you didn’t care all that much.

Not a single detail was missing, each documented and accounted for in the piece. Each stroke was deliberate and captured you perfectly. 

“Helen…” You began.

He turns the canvas back to face him, before tucking it carefully under his arm- making sure not to smudge the graphite. “It’s only a rough sketch, a wip.” He said shortly.

He steps back to the window and draws the curtains, shutting out the last traces of the sun. “You can get dressed now, if you would like,” 

You’d nearly forgotten you were still nude. You almost feel foolish for feeling your shyness attempt to consume you. “Of course, let me get on that,” You finally pull yourself out of the arm chair. You put it back where it had once been, and before you left for your shared bedroom you gave him one last glance.

“I hope you come to bed tonight, don’t finish that painting all in one sitting… I like sleeping with you, you know,” 

You only get a nod out of him but it will have to suffice. You give him a grin, before fully turning your back to him, and slowly walked down the hallway leaving him alone with the picture of you.

[myunghology]

NOWAY SO UM, i was thinking of a prompt and then i remembered i haven’t seen this theme on ritsu so…

maybe a fic of knight!ritsu and reader being a princess/prince :3?

i have like two ideas for the fic, you can choose the one you like; the first time they meet or being in a secret relationship

Or maybe mix both 👀… ( /j but if you want oke :3 )

and em that’s all, i like your fics and smau, I’m your biggest fan wuuuu :3

✦ — REWRITE, IGNITE, RESTART.

summary a normal day in a royal highschool, you find yourself seeking warmth of a young knight, despite meeting him for the „first” time.

pairings ritsu sakuma x gender neutral! reader, ft knights <3, prince/ss x knight au!

warnings none!! wee bit of an ever after high au but i just stole the 'royal and rebel' group things for inspo HAHHA

a/n if only.

Right. How cliché. A school that seperates students from their origins.. You would complain, but it's not like you could do anything about it. You've made friends here, anyways.

Students separated into two groups— one's with direct Royal status, and one's far from it— or one's who usually served for them. This sounds scandalous, but it really isn't.

Take your friends for example! Tsukasa Suou, the next heir to his family. Of course he was bound to be famous for it. You were also included in that group— the only child of a queen! Obviously, you were close with Suou.

Hmm, yes. Him and his friend group of Knights. And one princess. You'd be lying if you said you didn't have a small girl crush on Arashi.

— "I have never said that! What on earth are you babbling about?!" You snap out if your thoughts as you hear the young heirs voice from across the school's halls, he seems to be arguing with one of his friends again, your eye twitching from the sudden noise.

You approach the noise, seeing the short ex-king, now bound to be a knight. And the up and coming king, Ah. What an old sight. Tsukasa Suou and Leo Tsukinaga, as always.

"Suo~ I was just kidding! You always take jokes seriously.. You're such a killjoy!" Leo growls at him as Tsukasa closes his eyes, as if bracing for impact. My God, don't they get tired from bickering all day?

You feel fingers hands tap you on your shoulder, you turn around and see Arashi standing in front of you. And thus— you can't hold in your complaint anymore.

"Don't they get tired from arguing all day? I feel like I want to shit myself from how much they do it. It's the fifth time this week and it's Wednesday!" You whine, making the young princess in front of you giggle.

"You'll get used to it soon enough," She teases playfully, as the sight unfolds, Sena ironically joining the argument. You sigh, whilst Arashi shakes her head and changes the topic.

"Anyway, love, have you seen Ritsu?" She asks, as you try to hide the visible blush on your face. "No.. Didn't see him in alchemy classes today, actually." You answer, pouting.

"You miss your husband, don't you?" She laughs at your pout, but somehow still managing to tease you. "Don't even... My own parents don't even know that me and Ritsu know each other." You complain internally.

The princess tilts her head, "Seriously?" She asks in pity, your pout slowly getting more visible, as she takes that as a 'yes'.

The day passes by quickly, you find yourself seeking for the young Knight. As a response— you end up going to his favorite sleeping places.

Haaa..~ the young Sakuma. Always wandering around. No wonder why this guy was distantly related to the Cheshire Cat. He was almost exactly like him.

The sun is almost about to set, the school's yard still looking as beautiful as it's always been. You've usually found Ritsu here when he wasn't in classes, I mean.. Who wouldn't? It's gorgeous.

You feel a hand cover your eyes, a frown plastering your face before a voice perks up. "Guess who?"

What a familiar voice. Wow, who could it be?

"Ritsu. I'll kill you." You scowl at him as the male scoff, removing his hand. "Language," Ritsu warned, before ruffling your hair, messing it up slightly.

"I'm sorry, my prince/ss. Do you want me to give you my lap for your royal nap needs? Want a pillow? A blanket, too?"

Ritsu could not be more sarcastic and teasing if he tried.

"What do you mean, 'Language'? I didn't even swear." A tired groan comes out of your lips as you say that, making him laugh. "What's up? You wanted to find me, no?"

". . . . Nuh uh."

"Hah."

"I'm gonna go back home for summer break. You coming with me?" You ask, raising an eyebrow slightly. Ah. That's what it was.

"So.. To put it in words, you're leaving me?" Ritsu asks, cocking his head to the side, replicating your eyebrow raise. "I literally just asked you if you wanted to stay with me." You huff, turning away from him.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah..." He whined, tugging on your hand before you got too far away. As if he already knew you were about to walk away.

"You'll get lost without me. And you'll get into trouble. Don't do that. You're mine, remember?" If anything, Ritsu couldn't stand boredom. He would rather spend his time with his prince/ss than lay around alone and have nothing to do.

"You're usually the one who gets me into trouble." You retort, trying to pull away from his grip, but it was already inevitable.

"... True... true..." He muses, a smirk spreading across his face as he kept his grip on you. "But you love me, remember?"

Ah yes. How could one forget Ritsu's insufferable teasing?

"Unfortunately." A pout plastered on your face, the knight letting out another scoff, shaking his head.

Ritsu gave you a teasing, slightly mocking gasp as he pretended to be offended at such a dry response. "You wound me. Here I am, trying to be a loving, supportive boyfriend, and you're giving me a unfortunately? Where's the 'I love you too?' or the I love you more?'" He groaned dramatically, putting his hand to his forehead.

"You aren't answering my question." Deadpanning, glaring at him as he sighs and caves in. "I can't.." He mutters unexpectedly, making your eyes widen.

That was a rare answer.

The male offers to take you back to your palace, a pout placed on your face the whole way there. Seeing this chance— Ritsu obviously teased you the whole way home.

The sun sets quickly and you're already back, your eye twitching once you hear from your mother to get changed into something proper, as something important came up.

You were now standing, right in the middle of the great hall with your parents, head tilted in confusion.

Until—

"Ah, yes! [Name], my darling," Your mother calls out, before continuing. "We've hired someone new for you— to keep you safe. After what happened before.. I wouldn't even dare to let you out our sight!" She exaggerates, making your head tilt.

"So.. Who's gonna be following me around this time?" You ask, sucking in a sharp breath through your teeth before a smooth voice interrupts you— your eyes widening.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Wouldn't be so much of a knight if I was late to meeting you, now would I?" You freeze as a familiar voice comes from behind you as you quickly turn around, seeing the same black haired male you once saw earlier.

Your dad smiles unknowingly, "Ritsu Sakuma, he's gonna be by your side 24/7, from now on!" You laugh sheepishly, before retorting. "Not in my sleep too, right?"

"Do you want me to?" He hums right next to your ear, making you shiver. "No- I just.."

"Relax, [Name]. Me and your mother will go out for just a short amount of time, so he'll be here to keep you safe for the time being." Your father says— in a rather calm voice. "I can take care of myself.."

"Sure you can."

myunghology: part 2 when hahahah idk bro

[magics-neptunes-things]

Football and Snow

Hi guys!

Thanks you for your reviews and your DM's, it's always a pleasure to read you :)

We are at the end of this serie for Christmas, maybe I'll do one more with Leila Ouahabi if you want to, after that I will restart my usual writing. I have some ideas for Ona and Alexia and I will start the big one with Leah :)

Please enjoy this one and have a wonderful Christmas!

TW : None, unless the cold bother you

Being the girlfriend of a professional footballer has several advantages, but you have to admit that tonight you preferred Laia to do another sport. For example swimming, which would allow you to stay warm in a pool to watch her swim. Because tonight, you find yourself shivering at the edge of a football field.

This is the last game of the year, after that there is the famous Christmas break. You look forward to it, going back to your home country to celebrate with your loved ones. You didn’t hesitate for a second to follow Laia in Manchester when she signed with the club despite the various problems that can bring you to your professional life. But you quickly found a job, despite Laia’s allegations that she’s making enough money for both of you. But it allowed you to meet new people and make a some friends.

Some of them sometimes accompany you to watch Laia and the girls, but tonight it's too cold for that and you understand them widely. You even hesitated not to keep your promise to Laia to come and see her play all her games, you know that she wouldn't have be mad at you for a single second. But you’re a woman of your word and you can freeze your entire body for the beautiful eyes of your girlfriend.

You’re at your third hot tea when the end of the game is finally whistled. In addition to the cold, it started to snow after twenty minutes of playing time. If it brings an almost romantic touch to the decor, it's still really cold. You’re concerned that these conditions will make the risk of injury greater, but you’re happy to see that Laia still seems to be whole at the end of the game time.

Manchester City won their last game of the year and you can’t wait to go for a hot bath at home. For once, before going to greet her fans, Laia hurries to join you. The box reserved for families and friends is almost empty.

"Mi Amor, go inside get warm. I take some pictures and I’ll join you."

You just nod, thoughtfully wondering if your lips have frozen. As if she could read your mind, Laia leans over you to kiss you tenderly. Her lips are hot against yours and it makes you shiver.

"I’ll be quick, okay?"

"Okay" you just answer with a smile, lovingly stroking her cheek.

Laia smile at you before turning and running back to the crowd. You look at her for a few seconds before returning inside. The temperature difference makes you shiver again and you take the opportunity to go to the bathroom. After all, you drank three hot teas, anyone can understand the urgency.

You exchange a few words with relatives of Laia’s teammates to pass the time, especially those who speak Spanish, commenting on the match you just attended. You just took off your scarf, beanie and gloves, not fully warmed when Laia appears behind you. Her hand behind your back makes you turn mechanically in her direction and you address her a smile before putting a kiss on her cheek.

"It was a very great game" you congratulate her

"Thank you. I hope it will be less cold next time"

She smiles at you maliciously and you shrug. The english weather has been the hardest thing for you since you moved to England. Yet it’s not like it’s your first winter here. But after all these years of enjoying the Spanish heat, it’s still hard for you.

"Maybe I should find a girlfriend who plays in Spain… Could you introduce me to one of the Barca players?"

Laia snorts but takes you in her arms possessively, laying a kiss on your hair before answering you.

"Count on it mi Amor. You’re mine."

"Only yours" you confirm, answering her embrace by holding her tighter.

"Are you ready to go?"

You nod with a smile and follow Laia to greet her teammates and their loved ones around you. When you find yourself outside again, the biting cold hits you hard, making you shiver from foot to head.

"I’ll buy you a giant heating pad for Christmas" Laia laughs, putting an arm around your shoulders to hold you tight.

You willingly let her do it, sticking as much as possible to her, craving her warmness. The snow continues to fall, coloring everything around you with white.

"We’re so lucky" Laia mumble quietly.

You raise your eyes on her and you realize that she's looking at you, certainly doing the same thing for a few seconds already. On your side you were rather careful to check where you put your feet, trying not to fall. When your eyes meet you can't help but smile and respond positively.

Yes, you’re cold, but you’re lucky. The woman you love deeply loves you back, you’re together when you could be separated by thousands of miles. Laia is tender, loving, passionate and will remind you when you return to your apartment that she makes the best pancakes in the world. You couldn’t be luckier.

"I'm the luckiest."