#'oh it has to look absolutely amazin'

[chuchuscoolhat]

/ artist advice of the day! how to impulse the habit of drawing art every day or on a frequent basis without burning out or feeling it like a pain? do ur drawings based on characters you truly love. It doesn't matter if only you and 3 other people know about them, it doesn't matter whether they are popular or not, it has to be someone YOU like a lot, and it doesn't matter if they turn out not looking like the way you envisioned, or even fisnished!, just keep drawing the same character ! i found that this makes warming up before taking on a bigger piece much more entertaining and comforting as u start with something ur comfortable with and then advance to something new; it is like ur fav character is cheering u on already before u take that big step, its like they are coaching u in a way !

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x fem!reader

Summary: Tangerine accidentally hurts your feelings.

Prompt: friends to lovers - "oh shit, are you crying?"

~ here you go @yourlocalnegroko, i hope you like this 🤍 ~

The hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses dance around the small, dimly lit bar in south London. The warm lowlights cast a shimmer over the faces of the customers and in a corner booth, you, Lemon, and Tangerine sit like you do every other thursday. 

You swirl your straw in your glass, your eyes distant as you look at the lime floating in your drink. This afternoon had gone to absolute shit. The man who had hired you had snapped, abruptly ending the hit you'd spent months preparing, so by now you're a bundle of frustration and exhaustion.

Tangerine, always the more observant Twin, had caught on to your foul mood. He's known you since you were teenagers and it has always been easy to read the tension in your shoulders as well as the tightness in your smile.

He leans against his seat and drapes his arm behind where your head is as he looks at you with a hint of a smile. "Why don' we all get piss drunk and knock yer frown upside down," he says a little sarcastically as his voice takes on an overly cherry quality and he pushes his index into your skin. 

You smile weakly and Lemon, who is sitting across from you, joins in. "Psh, fuck sloshed, bruv," he grins and turns to you. "You, me, Tan, and some  'Bohemian Rhapsody.'" he asks and looks to the small Karaoke stage, wiggling his eyebrows.

Tangerine scoffs and sniffs, clearly hating Lemon's suggestion.

You chuckle a little. "No one in here needs us butchering Queen, Lem."

Tangerine nods in agreement with you as he sends his brother a stern, disapproving look. He looks at you again and still sees the sadness in your eyes, his heart clenching. 

"Bullocks, you're a bunch of pricks. Alright, fine, no singing," Lemon raises his hands in surrender and then takes a sip of his beer, looking suspicious. He leans forward and points his index at you. "But hey, how about ya tell us what happened, huh?"

"Nothing." You answer too quickly.

Tangerine crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. "Nothin? Ya think we're stupid, Y/n/n?"

You hesitate, then sigh. "Fine. I lost that job—the one in Munich, y'know? The one that would pay thousands? The old prick said he wanted someone more experienced."

"What an arse," Lemon chimes in.

Tangerine nods, his eyes softer. "Yeah, seriously, what the fuck? The fucker needs to learn some fuckin' respect. You're an amazin' assassin and he's what, some dick who can't solve his own problems?" he huffs and sips his beer, "he the prick with that comb-over we saw last week? Who does he think he's foolin', huh?”

You laugh at the mental image, but then your smile falters.

Seeing your reaction, Tangerine pushed further, his tone careless as his anger and annoyance built. "Honestly, ya don't need a git like him— if he wants some arsehole to finish the job, let him finish it, perhaps it's for the best. If he thinks he can find someone better, let 'im,"

Tangerine means well. He always does but he's never been the best with words. You're a little confused by what he means and in your vulnerable state, everything sounds bad. Your expression shifts from amused to hurt.

"Someone better? Why would that be for the best?" you ask, misunderstanding him as your voice stays quiet, "This job meant something to me. I needed the money and it was humiliating that he made me feel inadequate in a field I've worked in for years."

Tangerine frowns, feeling defensive. "Pardon? I-I didn't mean it like that—"

But it was too late. The sting of his words, even if unintentional, had stung and you can't help that forming pit in your stomach. You turn away, warm tears falling down my cheeks as my mascara stains my cheeks.

Lemon, noticing the shift, opens his mouth to say something, but Tangerine beats him to it. He moves quickly, his heart hammering in his chest. "Shit, are ya crying?" he mumbles and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. 

You stiffen for a moment, still hurt by the implications in his words. Finally, you relax against him and allow the tears to fall as they stain his shirt.

"Darlin', I didn't mean to make ya feel like you're somehow less good than us or any other man in the field—you're amazin', better than most," Tangerine whispers, his voice hoarse with sincerity. "I was tryin' to say that that absolute cock is gonna have a hard time findin' someone as qualified as ya—I, fuck, I just wanted to see you smile."

His confession causes a warmth in your stomach and you sniff, holding him tighter. You're quiet for a moment until you finally speak. "I do realize that now, Tan. I'm sorry I misunderstood. It's not your fault. It's just, everything feels so wrong now."

Tangerine continues to hold you. "Ya don't have to carry it all by yourself, ya know? We're here. I'm here. And I promise, you'll find a new job sooner rather than later."

"Ya can always work with us again," Lemon suggests nonchalantly, popping an olive into his mouth as he looks at you and his brother, a knowing look drawn across his features.

Tangerine brother nods, pulling away with his hands still near your hips. "Ya know we love when we work as a trio—like old times," he winks and he feels like he won when he finally sees you smile.

You sniff and wiping at your tears with your hand, feeling stupid for jumping to conclusions. Your smile widens as Tangerine wipes his thumb under your eyes.

"Can I drive the car?" you ask him cheekily, knowing how much Tangerine loves his car and how possessive he is over her.

Lemon barks a laugh as Tangerine's eyes narrow. However, Tangerine can't bring himself to deny you anything so he nods. "Of course," he whispers.

When you disappear into the bathroom to touch up your smeared makeup, Lemon turns to his brother and smirks.

"You're so fuckin' whipped."

Tangerine's cheeks turn crimson but he doesn't deny it.

tags: @tansgirlfriend, @brokeaesthetic, @earth-elemental18, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld, @longlivedelusion, @thewinterv

[o-sachi]

Summer Festivals ‧₊˚ ⋅ childhood friends series (Request)

ଳ somehow sparks still fly long after the fireworks display ଳ character; karasu tabito (blue lock) ଳ tags; floof, afab reader, no y/n

[🐟]: Yes, I decided to make it a series because why not?

Of all the times it could happen, your stupid sandal decided to break now—when you were right in the middle of enjoying the annual summer festival of your hometown. It didn't help either that you were starting to feel feverish. Sweating while being cooled by the evening summer air simultaneously was a combination for disaster it seemed.

To make it worse, Karasu Tabito had to carry you back. He wasn't obliged to do so. You offered to simply trudge back home with a broken sandal and a prayer. But as soon as you told him and HIori that you weren't feeling good—he insisted that he accompany you instead.

You weren't quite sure what was heating you up, the oncoming fever or the concern that the usually nonchalant man was showing you.

You unknowingly tightened your arms that were clasped around his chest. It seems like it snapped him out of whatever train of thought he had.

"Ya doin' fine?" he asked. He hoped you were because your house was still far away.

You wanted to say yes, but absolutely everything made it not fine. For one, you felt like shit—both because of the fever and because Karasu now has to miss out on the festival because of you. But you were dejected since you looked forward to this festival. There was something alluring about its atmosphere, the food, and activities.

Oh, and you wanted to watch the fireworks display.

Thinking too hard, you hadn't realized that you failed to give him a response. "Hey, speak up."

You sigh. "I don't wanna seem like too much of a bother but... no, not really."

His expression softens, but it's not like you could see it. "Yer fever gettin' worse or what?"

"No... I'm okay... I just wanted to see the fireworks I guess."

"Fireworks huh?" he repeated.

"Yup. But I can always go back next year."

He slows his pace and next thing you know he was gently putting you down from his back. The two of you had traveled a good distance away from where the festival was held. You were in the grassy clearing that led to most of the houses in the neighborhood. You rarely stayed here mostly for the fact that there was absolutely nothing to be done here. The place was just trees, grass, and stones—one of which you were sitting on at the moment.

He places his hands on his hips and turns to look at you. "We're pretty far, but I'm sure ya can see the fireworks from 'ere."

A look of surprise appears on your face as you made eye contact with him. After having him carry you for that long—you didn't think he'd indulge you with your request.

"Thank you... and sorry you have to view it from afar."

He chuckles a bit before looking back up at the empty night sky. "Ya know—it's not really 'bout how amazin' the fireworks are. I mean, I know it'll be," he pauses.

A pensive sigh escapes his lips.

"...It's more 'bout the person ya see it with."

HIs words only served to make you flustered. You were sure he knew what he may have implied with what he said. And it made you nervous with how confidently he said it too.

You lost the strength to look at him—choosing to glance at your feet instead... at the sandal that put you in this predicament in the first place.

Karasu took your silence positively, however. He was well aware of how easily flustered you can be.

"I always see the fireworks with Hiori," he adds.

Since Karasu had to carry you back home, Hiori was left to enjoy the festival alone. He would have come with you, but his mother insisted that he wait for them so that they could all go home together. It was the least that he could do for opting to hang out with the two of you instead of his own parents... apparently.

You could only offering a sobering apology for breaking their yearly tradition to which he simply shook his head.

"Nah, I'm sayin' that I'm sick of that guy." He says that with the utmost affection, but more so because he was trying to tell you something.

"I'm telling Hiori," you managed to joke back.

He turns to look at you with his usual lazy smile and with his hands up in defense. "Hey, now... are ya really gon' snitch on me after carryin' ya all the way 'ere?"

You laugh. Of course, not. He has done more than enough for a guy who's supposed to be just a friend.

However, your banter was cut short with a loud bang. The two of you look up at the sky in unison and sure enough—the once dark sky was filled with a plethora of colors.

Your hometown might be incredibly simple in all aspects, but they never seem to go easy on the fireworks. Despite seeing this display every year since you were a kid—it never failed to leave you in awe.

"Ain't this beautiful?" you ask, thinking that he was looking at what you were looking at.

But you'd be wrong because his eyes were on none other but you.

You hadn't even noticed that he sat down beside you or that he was looking at you directly.

"Yeah. It's pretty darn beautiful a'ight."

The softness in his voice juxtaposed the blaring sound of the fireworks. You were expecting a more enthusiastic response and not such a subdued one.

You turned to look at your side where he was now sitting. You were unexpectedly met with a small smile and delicate gaze. It was an expression he spared to no one else but you.

All this time you knew him... you had never seen such a face on Karasu.

It was gentle, kind, and almost affectionate in a way that it had your heart thumping at the same time the fireworks would go 'pop'.

"You're so silly..."

"Yeah? Ya don't hear me blamin' ya for doin' this to me, don'cha?"

The fireworks were slowly dying out and you had missed its finale because you were staring intently at something else.

Now that the gaudy noise was gone, all you could hear was your heart, your combined breathing, and the crickets. The silence nor the impromptu staring contest felt awkward.

It was just you and him—existing.

That being said, there was no need for you to start the conversation again or break the ice because... as you've established—the stillness of the moment felt comfortable.

But for some unconceivable reason, you leaned in. You had offered your lips to his and he was in no position to refuse—not like he'd turn down when you gave it to him so kindly.

You pull away, wanting to keep it innocent and sweet. His gaze was more intense than ever.

"Should prolly bring ya to more fireworks displays huh?"

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[mysticficti0n]

can't help but miss you

Tom Kaulitz x Y/n Y/l/n

anonymous- I have a request, obvi you don’t have to do! Maybe like a 2023 smut with Tom Kaulitz( him and Heidi are dating not engaged) Reader and Tom had a thing/dating when he was younger/ aka when he had the dreads and they reunite at a party and the reader is like so pretty like model type and she’s like maybe a little younger than Tom and when they meet each others eyes Tom can’t seem to stop looking at her and like Heidi asks him what’s wrong but he just shrugs it off and later on when Heidi went to go get a drink or something the reader walks up to him and they end up going to the restroom and the smut happens… and then Heidi runs into him after but reader alr left and shit. ALSO I LOVE YOUR STORIES OFC YOU DONT HAVE TO ANSWER THIS REQUEST

No I absolutely love this- the worst thing fucking happened I deleted the wrong concept (baso I had two of these like a story set out and a write up and I deleted the write up x_x) but I re-wrote it and hopefully its better than the OG one ❤️

(smut/fluff)

people under 16+ please don't interact, if you do it's not my problem you've been warned!

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warnings- cheating, toxic relationship, fingering, sex, ownership, hair pulling, swearing, rough/smut into fluff, drugs are mentioned

words- 4k

(oh this is your outfit btw just without the gloves- black n white dress)

The music was blaring as I walked into my old friend Gustav's 35th birthday party, I wasn't expecting a blow out like this but I mean when I herd Bill was in charge it didn't fully surprise me, I looked around and everyone was dressed in black and white as we were told on the invitations. I turned to Beth my sister who'd been invited too and she was already laughing and smiling with some women, I carried on through the venue telling her I'd catch up with her later on

I saw some people I recognised but I'm nearly 15 years older now, freshly 31 years old, I turned around a corner and saw the smiling faces of three of my old best friends "Holy shit! Y/n oh my god!" Bill ran over pulling me into a hug- his hugs I've missed for years "you look amazing!" he let go and I gave him a spin

"you two! look at this outfit- Bill you never dress badly I swear to god" he giggled grabbing my hand and pulling me to the group

"look who it is" Georg smiled pulling me into a hug and I held him back "its been so long!"

"I know, ten years... shit thirteen I think since we last saw each other" I shook my head in disbelief at how the time has flown by, when we all last knew each other Tokio Hotel was going on their biggest tour and I was just getting big in the modelling world- now I'm one of the top models and they still do crazy big tours around the world "Gustav! happy birthday!" I called seeing him come to me and hugging me like the other two

"hey- I didn't even know you were coming! thank you by the way" he smiled- he looked different- they all did but none bad "how's life?"

"pretty good, Beth moved in with me not long ago, mom and dad are doing well and jobs just keeping me busy, how about you I herd you had a baby! what the fuck" a smile creeped onto his face as he pulled out his phone showing me all the pictures of the small girl and how she's already so grown up "god she's beautiful"

"just like her mom" he chirped pulling a women forward "Linda this is Y/n, childhood friend" a brown haired women stepped forward giving me a smile- she was beautiful. Our conversation continued till I felt a tap at my shoulder and I I saw him for the first time since we'd split back in 2010, his hair wasn't in long black braids, clothes not baggy and lip piercing still there no- his hair was brown and blonde waved and around his head, in black slacks and matching button, lip pricing gone "holy shit! hey!" Tom's arms closed around me giving me a huge hug, tighter than the rest

"Hi, fuck it's been so long!" he hummed into my hair pulling away but his hands still holding my arms "you look amazing!" I smiled hearing his voice again

"you too! the hair is new" he nodded playing with the ends like a kid "my god I can't believe I haven't seen you guys since I was like 19, its crazy" everyone said a string of 'yeah' and 'fuck its been long' but were interrupted by a voice that called Tom away, I looked to see a tall blonde women who I immediately recognised, Heidi Klum

"oh Y/n this is my girlfriend- Heidi this is-" the women stepped forward and grinned

"Y/n Y/l/n right? I saw you in vogue, you looked gorge in that red lace" I nodded feeling flattered a model like her had seen me but then it clicked GIRLFRIEND?- I would never have expected it

"lovely to meet you- I've seen some of your shoots and you're beautiful, especially " she blushed grabbing my hand. we kept talking till my sister came over and pulled me to go get drinks and I waved to the group

TOM'S POV-

My jaw could've fallen off when I saw her, she was even more pretty then before and I didn't even know that was possible, her hair looked perfect around her face, longer than before, make up made her look sexier than I could even imagine, her eyes were lighter than the smokey eyes she'd do daily, and the dress- god how it went around her thighs and fit her curves perfectly

I couldn't help but feel my heart skip when I looked over at her, I had to stop, I have Heidi but... but I couldn't.

the night went on but I couldn't stop thinking about Y/n- every memory of her, remembering those feelings that were flooding back from 13 years ago- the time I made the worst mistake

-flashback-

"are you fucking serious? what are you talking about?" Y/n spoke staring at her boyfriend who was leaning on the kitchen counter staring at the girl, eyes had dark circles around them, lips looked dry

"we should break up-" Toms voice was strong but he was falling apart inside, hearing those words come from his mouth felt like stabs to his heart

"Tom what the fuck!" the girls voice got louder and she slammed her bags into the floor, Y/n had just got off work and was more then excited to get home- it was Friday meaning date night but came home to see loads beer bottles thrown in the bin on the drive and cigaret boxes hiding between them "what happened within the 6 hours I was gone. you.. you were saying how much you loved me this morning and kissing me and now- now you want to break up?" her voice cracked even mentioning breaking up, she loved him more than life its self and had for the last 3 years they'd been dating, he helped her buy her first house, spent Christmas and birthdays together- why did he want to end it? is all she could think of

"well I was wrong and- I didn't mean any of that shit, I don't fucking love you... I haven't for years" his voice slurred. Y/n thought she'd faint, years?

"you're drunk- ah don't even deny it I saw the bottles Tom" he rolled his eyes walking to the door where she was stood and went to open it "what are you doing?" her voice quivered "Tom what are you doing... Tom please what are you doing!" she started to yell as he just stood over her looking to the door "TOM PLEASE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" she broke down grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him to look down "TOM! TOM LOOK AT ME! FUCK SAKE JUST LOOK AT ME TOM!" she screamed and the boy looked down seeing her, mascara running down her face, eyes full of tears and screams leaving her mouth but his mind was a blur with the mix of alcohol, tobacco, weed and the pure sadness he felt, he felt he was slipping from reality

"Y/n let go-" he spoke calmly "you need to let go of me" his voice began to shake as he tried to pry the girl off him

"NO! NO WHAT HAPPENED! WHAT DID I DO TOM PLEASE FUCKING TELL ME, DON'T JUST LEAVE!" Y/n poked her finger into his chest and again he just walked back into the kitchen and to the fridge pulling another beer out "stop drinking- just tell me!" she stormed to the kitchen and snatched the bottle from his hand

"you did nothing Y/n-" the girl argued back but he soon cut her off "Y/N I FUCKING CHEATED OKAY- I CHEATED ON YOU" he caught himself of guard screaming at her pointing his finger in her face and slamming his first onto the table, she cowered down but soon her eyes narrowed

"YOU FUCKING CHEATED!" with the bottle in hand the girl threw it toward the boy missing his face by inches she watched it smash onto the wall and explode "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU CHEAT ON ME? WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? DID I NOT GIVE YOU ENOUGH?"

"YOU WERE ENOUGH GOD DAMN IT YOU'RE EVERYTHING TO ME Y/N- I FUCKING LOVE YOU, I DON'T KNOW WHY I DID IT OKAY!" the boy shouted back but Y/n wasn't having it she started finding anything she could and throwing it at him, oranges, keys, glasses, soap bottles you name it, she threw it

"YOU PEICE OF SHIT DON'T TELL ME YOU LOVE ME! YOU WOULDN'T CHEAT IF YOU LOVED ME AND YOU JUST FUCKING SAID YOU HAVEN'T LOVED ME IN YEARS" her heart began to shatter at the sight of him to the point she had to hold on to the counter- the same counter they'd make dinner together on and celebrate birthdays drink together, he'd sometimes lift her onto it and they kiss for hours on end, Tom walked over to the girl grabbing her hand she wanted to let go but she couldn't not with the way her head was, the world was spinning and she felt she'd fall any second

"I'm sorry- Y/n I'm sorry I don't know why I did it please I- I can't even look at myself without feeling like I've destroyed the one thing I love so much- I still love you Y/n, I never for a second of any year stopped, I don't know why I said what I said, I never stopped loving you but I can't be with you- not after what I've done" tears fell from the couples eyes as they stood there

"you have fucked me over Tom- I fucking loved you, I'd do anything for you and I get this? you said you'd marry me, we'd have a family, grow old, watch life become better together ; why did you ruin this?" her hands pounded on his chest with every word "you have ruined me- everything was going so well and I want you to know what ever happens next- is your fault" her words stung like hell, he could only stare and regret everything he ever did with that women.. why did he let his old ways get in the way "fuck you Tom- get the fuck out of my house- I never wanna see you ever fucking again, come get your shit tomorrow when I'm not here and I don't want to hear from you again" and with that the two never spoke again, never saw each other again and the feelings just faded with the years

-end of flashback-

now I'm standing here watching her dance around to her old favourite songs and sing like she always did around the house- god I missed her so much. I still felt a pain when I saw her, when we broke up I saw her in magazines, tv, posters, everywhere and would need to smoke straight after and drink something strong to try pull my mind from her- Y/n Y/ln

"hun whats wrong are you okay?" Heidi tapped me, pulling me from my thoughts

"huh- oh yeah I'm good just looking for Georg" I lied seeing her nod and she quickly said she was going to the bar with some friends and walked away, my eyes drifted back to Y/n, laughing with people we knew back in the days but soon I realised she wasn't looking at them- she was looking at-at me. she waved of the group and came to me with the same grin I remember being in love with

"hey! are you alright you seem a bit- gone" I rolled my eyes seeing the girl laugh "or was my dancing just that amazing?"

"oh of course" I chuckled seeing her start dancing again "wow you could be a professional" she stopped taking a sip of her drink and placing the empty cup on the side "I can't believe its been thirteen years" I sighed seeing her nod

"yeah- last time I saw you was erm.. when we broke up" a awkward laugh escaped her lips "fun times"

"yeah- I wanna apologise for it- I... the way I did it was stupid I was drinking and smoking because I thought it would make it easier but fuck it only made things so much worse and- and I'm sorry Y/n" the girl looked to me, her doe eyes softening and a smile spreading back along her red lips

"thank you...you know for the next two years after we broke up I sometimes wondered if you'd come home or just come see me you know- In a way I'm glad you didn't but god I missed you" I felt my heart swell- I did Dave past her house arguing with myself just to go knock the door, or call her and say I needed her... but I could never bring myself to do it

"I wanted to but I didn't want a orange pelted at me" I played she giggled again hitting my arm "see you can't stop hitting me!"

"shut up Thomas" hearing my nickname nearly knocked me out "god I haven't said that in a while"

"...I fucking missed you" I caught myself of guard, her y/c/e shot into my gaze and I felt my breath hitch, but I wasn't some dumb teen anymore I wanted to tell her everything"I- I miss everything about us- the dates, your voice, the long nights we'd be up talking, making dinner, singing songs, dance at parties, hold each other, spend holidays together- fuck I miss our..." I halted deciding if it was right to say, Y/n gave me a small nod and with a single breath it came out "I miss our sex- nobody is as good or understands me the way you did and it sounds crazy but fuck its true- I miss you Y/n- I regret everything" her eyes seemed glassy but everything I said was true

"I- I miss it all too, no one is like you- nobody treats me like you did, I- I miss you fucking every day I try to ignore it but 15 years I still think about you, I'm happy we moved on but I want you back... as stupid as that sounds" it was like the world only had us in it- my mind could only focus on her I wanted to kiss her- god kissing Y/N was like a dream come true for me. Every time we locked lips, my heart would flutter and my stomach would get butterflies. I loved the way her soft lips felt against mine and the way she'd close her eyes and melt into me, like nothing else mattered in the world. I could spend hours just kissing her and never get tired of it. It felt like a beautiful escape from the real world, where all that mattered was us and the moment we shared. Even when we had to part ways, the memory of our kisses would linger in my mind and make me smile.

in a fast move I caught her lips in mine, hands wrapping around her waist it was like I was 16 all over again, Y/n wrapped up in my arms and kissing her any chance I got, for a moment she was hesitant but I felt her mold to me, her hand tangled in my hair- I'd never felt her grip there but it felt so right. Thankfully we were in the corner of the room and as the night got later the only lights that were on were the ones on the dance floor so we weren't in view of anyone unless they really looked, my lips moved from her lips to her neck- I nipped just below her jaw, I remembered everything about her body, every dip, curve, spot. A sweet moan filled my ear making me only hungrier for her "fuck- Tom people might see us, be careful" hearing my name fall from her lips took me back. I felt the girl pull back and look down, my eyes followed her

"shit- I..I'm sorry" I saw the tent formed in my slacks brushing against her thigh, my eyes met with hers again a smirk forming on her lips. Without any more words we slid away into one of the many bathrooms in the building through the corridor and down the stairs "god I've fucking missed you baby-" she smiled pulling my face to her, foreheads hitting, she pressed one last kiss to my lips and sat on the bathroom counter, shoving all the soaps and towels to the floor.

It had been 15 years since I last touched her let alone had sex with Y/n. I was nervous, excited, and scared all at the same time. I was worried whether I would be able to please her, whether I would be able to pleasure her, whether I would be able to make her feel the same way I had made her feel all those years ago when I could make her the most beautiful mess in the matter of minuets. I was scared of disappointing Y/n, of not being able to give her the same pleasure I had given her before. But despite all these fears, I was eager to be with Y/n once again, to experience the same feeling that we had experienced so long ago. I was ready to explore a new kind of connection with her, to explore the depths of our newly rediscovered lust. I was ready to fuck Y/n and have the pleasure that I had been missing for so long.

my hands wondered up her thighs onto the hem of the dress "can I?" she nodded lifting herself slightly so I could get the dress over her ass, I pulled it up revealing a small lacy black thong "fuck-" I groaned feeling my self wanting to rip it off her, she lifted her arms allowing me to get the dress fully off and I watched as her tits fell free , they were still my favourite eye candy all these years on "god I've missed those" I lunged forward taking her one boob into my mouth, swirling her nipple with my tongue hearing her soft noises escape her lips, her hands tangled themselves into my hair as she pulled me closer

"Tom- please i.. I need more" I pulled away looking to her face flushed red, I let my hands fall to her hips and play with the thong strap "please" she whined grabbing my hands and putting it to her heat, there was a small patch in the fabric- she was already soaking

"god still so needy hm?" she nodded "so wet for me-" my words came out in a almost moan and I watched her trying to roll her hips on my hand, I pulled away and shoved her hands back, I leaned down grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to me, my chin resting on her bare stomach "want me to take these off?" she hummed getting closer to me, I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh and grabbed both sides of the cotton ripping them apart

"TOM!" she yelled eyes widening at her panties in two "I-"

"its fine baby, I'll clean you up well so you wont need these, can be our little secret" her face went red again telling me I did a good job as I stuffed the fabric into my pocket "now- let me see that pretty little pussy" her legs parted and she was leaking already- she was beautiful, I let my ring finger slide through her folds hearing small whimpers string from her mouth "good girl, you like me touching you?"

"yes Tom- fuck I've missed this please- please I need more, don't tease pl-please" I laughed at her words pressing a small kiss to her head before letting my finger dip into her heat "SHIT-"

"shush- don't want people hearing you up stairs" she covered her mouth with her free hand and closed her eyes- I could've came at the sight but I knew I had to wait, I brought another finger into her feeling her tighten around me "good girl- you want more don't you?" she nodded opening her eyes that were already tearing up

"I need- I need you.." hearing her voice so quiet was music to my ears, she was so god damn hot "ple-" I sped up my pace adding a third didget and a cry spilled from her "I..I'm gonna- TOM!" I ripped my fingers out and let my mouth do the finishing part- tasting her for the first time in so long I hummed at the flavour "shit shit shit" she came, hands tightening around my shoulders

"you taste even sweeter doll" I grinned coming back up with my chin slick with her "think you can take more?" her mouth opened sucking for air "mh?" my hand cupped her jaw, thumb soothing her lips, I pulled away and brought the fingers that had once been in her, with no hesitation she took them into her mouth, cleaning her of me with a purr

"yes- I can please" with that I hand my hand back and unbuckled my belt, letting my slacks fall to the floor followed by my boxer, Y/n came closer unbuttoning my shirt reviling my chest, I pressed one last hungry kiss to her lips before lining myself up with her heat

"tell me when to stop-" she nodded her head and gently I pushed into her- the feeling taking me back, so warm and she fit so perfectly around me "ugh- fuck you never changed" a dopey smile appeared on her lips

"okay- you can move" she propped her self up on her hands, my hands holding her hips, I pulled out agonisingly slow "Tom please- don't tease me, not after this long" she breathed, eyes staring into mine. I snapped my hips out and back into the warmth quickly "SHIT" she screamed

"good girl- take it Y/n, I know you can doll come on" I spoke between thrusts, I grabbed her legs throwing them over my shoulders going deeper into her, a high moan flooded the bathroom as I pressed against her g-spot

"fuck right there babe- right there" hearing my old pet name sent me into overdrive, I pulled her off the counter and pressed her against the granite, ass slapping again my hips and I slammed myself into her, I watched her face in the mirror- tears of pleasure forming in her y/c/e's, mouth wide open "Oh my god- I forgot how big you- you are" a proud grin plastered my face

"look at yourself baby- watch how good I fuck you" her eyes opened wider as she looked at her self "look at you angel taking me so well ,cock feels so good in you Y/n" I whined pushing myself as deep as I could

I let go of her hip where my hand perfectly fit and twisted her hair into a makeshift pony-tail, pulling her head back, my lips in the shell of her ear "look so pretty like this baby- god I missed you" I pressed kisses to her hair line still watching her in the mirror, tits bouncing at ever push "so perfect for me... this pussy is all mine- nobody will ever fuck you better than me huh?"

"no- shit no, this pussy is yours Tom- all yours" I felt my cock twitch and my legs go weak "fuck... Tommy I'm so close" I let her hair go, pulling out and twisting her around so I could see her face, she grabbed my cock lining it back up and I sunk back in

"cum for me babe- fuck, just like tha-" before I could finish my sentence I felt her tighten around me, squeezing me In all the right places, her eyes squeezed shut and a sob good enough to be a porn star erupted from her throat and soon I felt myself cum into her, pumping her full, our liquids running down my cock and on her thighs

"fuck yes- feels so.. good" her voice was a whisper as she clung onto my shoulders "good-so good" I could tell her mind was blank, as we both came down from our high I stared to her face, eyes closed as she caught her breath- I missed her, not just because of the sex but being able to walk up and wrap my arms around her, talk to her on the phone the whole night on tour, give her gifts and spoil her, be there when she cried

"I love you" I spoke pressing a kiss to her cheek "I love you so much- I miss you Y/n" her eyes opened, head nodding at all my words

"i... I know Tom but- we can't, you- you know that, you have Heidi now- I'm just a memory; but I love you- and I want you to know that" she panted catching her breath, her hand cupped my jaw as she pressed a small kiss to my lips, where her favourite piercing was

"i... I don't want you to be a memory Y/n-" she wrapped her arms around me and I couldn't help but hold her again tears pricking my eyes "I don't want to lose you again"

"it's over Tom- but I'll always be here, I'll always love you but we can't be together" I nodded my head, peppering her face with kisses and finally to her lips; it wasn't hungry this time- passionate, longing and meaningful, painfully as I knew this was the last time

after we cleaned up and hugged one last time we made our ways out, going our separate ways once again- I knew she'd be going home- back to the house where I ruined everything.

I went over to the bar ordering a shot of vodka and taking it quickly, I felt arms tangle around me and rush of hope filled me "y/-"

"darling where have you been?" Heidi kissed my cheek raking her hands through my hair

"just in the bathroom" i spoke seeing her nod her head- only if she knew

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　

[galaxy-lilies]

for the kiss prompt! maybe a scarian and a good morning kiss 👉👈

Grian woke up with a sneeze. Now normally this wouldn’t be too strange. Living in a household with a cat has led to many mornings where he woke up with Jellie’s tail all up in his face. She had started to make it a habit to rest on his chest while he slept, though this time around he didn’t sense her familiar presence. He curiously cracked open an eye, half expecting to see her peering down at him but instead a translucent, feathery wing was what met his sight.

“Scar, what did we say about personal space.” Scar startled at his voice, his wings fluttering in surprise earning Grian another faceful of feathers. “Oh my gosh Gri, I’m so sorry-, but look! My wings are growing bigger! Soon we’ll be able to fly together like old times, it’ll be absolutely amazin’.” 

Grian let out a huff as he batted Scar’s wing away though a soft smile graced his lips seeing his earnestness. “I think we can make a date out of it. But first, I think you’re forgetting something.” Scar let out a confused hum, shuffling around their bed to face Grian. “Forgetting something? I don’t have anything planned for the day and I already fed Jellie. Plus none of the other hermits asked for a favor…” He glanced over at Grian. “Maybe you can give me a reminder?”

Grian grinned as he leaned forward, capturing Scar’s lips in a kiss. Scar let out a noise between a squeak and a surprised hum though he eventually sank into the kiss.

Grian’s the first to pull away, a mischievous grin still on his face as Scar recovered. “Was that enough of a reminder that you didn’t give me my morning kiss?” Grian teased and Scar let out a breathless laugh. “More than enough,” he said, pressing an apologetic kiss to Grian’s cheek. 

[serpentinefairy]

Can I have some romance in a greenhouse with grayson. I want a reader at an event who has social anxiety just doing her best and escapes to look at plants and grayson looks for them and they dance a lil and stuff

OMGOMGOMGOMGKGM IM FUCKINH IN LOVE STOP IM DOING THIS RN WTFFFF

Fem!Reader x Grayson

Tonight was the night.

You were invited to a red carpet event to celebrate Progress Day. Definitely wasn’t your cup of tea at all, you’d rather be at home reading or finishing a project you had. But you had intel.. Grayson was going to be guarding the event along with other enforcers.

You had spoken to her a few times but it was never anything more than a simple “hello”, “how are you”, “I’m fine”, “that’s good”. She had this aura that was so inviting. You stared into the mirror fixing a few stray strands of hair before taking a deep breath and stepping out into the ballroom filled with sophisticated people.

As your eyes lock with stranger after stranger, you give them a small smile, making your way to the food table. You grab a few grapes and place them onto a small golden plate, trying your absolute best not to draw attention to yourself. You keep your eyes on the ground until you hear a voice next to you.

You look up to see a tall man standing over you with a grim smirk on his face. “Hey beautiful. You here alone tonight?” You chuckle softly as your grip tightens on your plate. “Oh what you don’t wanna tell me?” He takes a step closer, moving a strand of hair from your face. “I- uh-“ The stranger laughs wrapping his arm around your waist, not understanding a single boundary. You gasp and kick him in the shin causing him to grimace in agony.

Without looking back you make a B-line straight for the balcony. Seeing that it’s full of people you turn around trying to find another exit, then you spotted it. Large glass doors at the back of the party. With a soft grunt, you push the heavy door open, noticing a green house in the distance.

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Grayson had been at the event for hours. Guarding the door, patrolling the perimeter of the building, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. After swapping places with Marcus again, Grayson makes her way into the ballroom, her eyes looking out for a specific person. She sighs as she realizes you weren’t there.

She makes her way around the party, standing out in her uniform. As she turns to make her way back outside, she sees someone familiar open the back exit door towards the garden. “Y/n..?” She mutters to herself before following behind you.

Grayson watched as you open the doors to the greenhouse and decides to join you. She admires you from afar at first as you softly touch the flowers there. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” You softly gasp and place your hand on your chest, locking eyes with the woman that you can never stop thinking about. You feel a since of relief seeing her soft smile.

Grayson chuckles as she takes a few steps closer. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Why aren’t you inside with everyone else?” You shake your head. “I didn’t even last 5 minutes. And there was this guy..” You groan in disgust while Grayson face gets more serious and her stance more firm. “Did he disturb you?” She looks at you with concern. “If you can identify him you know we can-“

“No it’s fine.” You interrupted. “I just want to move on with my night. How’s yours going?” Grayson stance softens as she lets out a low sigh. “As boring as ever. Until now.” Her smile comes back as she locks eyes with you. “You know, we can still hear the music.” Taking a step back, Grayson bows and offers her hand to you. You chuckle softly and do the same, bowing to the woman you always admired from afar, before taking her hand.

As she pulls you close, you can feel your heartbeat accelerating. Grayson lets out a low hum as she rocks side to side, one hand on your lower back, the other intertwined with yours. “Feels nice to slow down for once, hm?” You smile, not wanting this moment to ever end, not even for a second. “Feels amazing.” You whisper as you lay your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.

[seventeenlovesthree]

Quick thoughts on the Digimon Adventure 25th anniversary PV

First things first: It got me incredibly teary. It was beautifully nostalgic while still giving it a fresh paint to some degree. I feel like this is what Butterfly could have been if Toei decided to merge Digimon with One Piece - because just like it's the case with OP openings, there are always so many things going on that it takes numerous rewatches to see what's going on. So let's break it down, shall we?

So the PV was an overall homage to some of Adventure's most famous/prominent scenes - but instead of re-animating it 1:1, they merged several scenes that didn't happen in the exact same way. The only 1:1 shots could be seen when the 8 kids got their "sad moments montage" each. So, what's new, what's memorable, what does the PV tell us about the characters?

They animated the novel scene of the baby Digimon meeting their partners - which was absolutely adorable. If you didn't go "awww" at Tsunomon, Tanemon, Pyocomon, didn't chuckle at Pukamon and didn't melt at Koromon, I cannot help you!

Then we got the montage - and the amount of "low res shots" I will take in the next few weeks will be insane, because they were absolutely beautiful. But let's go step by step - I will not discuss every moment, just my favourites, since we got A LOT of group shots!

Here we already see a lot of common themes: First of all, Taichi is depicted to be incredibly curious, basically exploring the entire time. Of course he radiates happy MC energy overall, which I will always adore, but also seems more serious than we're used to. (Unless... he's bickering with Yamato. Which is a common theme for him after all, but I will get to that in a second.) The other theme is Mimi's >o< face, which I will never get tired of. They really hammer down the point that she is NOT happy with the situation they're on and finds something to complain about throughout the first few episodes;

We even get a merge of episode 5 and 10 here! Koushirou is usually seen thinking and theorizing (before he's being interrupted by something/someone). Sora's theme overall is... Being pretty chill, I'd say? We'll get to that in a minute as well. Yamato is the resident cook of the group (THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH EGGS THOUGH) and Takeru's job is just being adorable (meanwhile Hikari unfortunately suffers from a severe lack of screentime, but that was to be expected)...

But what about Jyou, you may ask? I feel like he'd deserve his very own post, because... Boy is straight up not having a good time and may or may not have several life crises in a row. Aside from Mimi, Palmon and Taichi, Jyou might provide the best low res screenshots and, like I said, I will have a blast looking for them.

I also really love the snowball fight there. Oh look, Takeru is attacked by snowballs again, where have I seen that again in the past 12 months??? Sora's helping Jyou to build up his safe space, meanwhile Koushirou has to play mediator between Taichi and Koushirou (welcome to your life for the next 30 years at least, my boy). Speaking of Yamataishirou...

You may have noticed that the scenes are out of order - and I also noticed a little mistake in this screenshot here! hile it is true that Taichi, Agumon, Yamato and Koushirou were missing from the group and the others were ordered to mediate - Patamon was not Patamon yet though, but still Tokomon!

Again, there are so many scenes to show, and I will just post a few more, but will only talk in more detail about two scenes here;

I absolutely ADORE the Gennai scene, oh my God. There was absolutely no need for these absolute dorks to collapse on top of each other, and yet here we are, 5/6 are, once again, not having a good time... And THEN THERE IS MIMI, who we saw complaining the whole time, and now she's having the time of her life falling on top of her found family pile (Sora and Koushirou in particular by the way). Meanwhile Takeru is just like... What the heck did I just look at. Absolutely amazing. 10/10, would watch again.

In case you haven't noticed, I feel like Mimi got pretty much the biggest piece of cake in this PV - and thus we were blessed by the most beautiful Jyoumi scene we've seen in a while. Wholesome. 10/10, would watch again. Also, Sora just enjoying her tea - GOOD FOR HER.

I just love all of this so much, I do love the following montages, the fight against Apocalymon, the ending got me teary again... I love them all so much.

[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

Beautiful Bloodshed

Otis Driftwood x Transmasc! Reader. (18+)

Chapter Two

(Chapter One below)

Same summary and warnings apply here. Please enjoy this absolute shit show of a book.

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(Chapter two starts two weeks after Chapter One, Baby and Y/N have been hanging out almost every day.)

Y/N's shitbox truck pulled up infront of the now somewhat familliar Firefly house, idling for a few seconds before finally turning off. Y/N got out and excitedly ran up to the door where Baby met them, equally as excited as they were.

"Y/N! I've got something really fun for us to do today!" Baby squealed excitedly, her blonde curls bouncing as she jumped around, looking like she drank several redbulls before coming down to greet them.

Y/N giggled at their friends giddiness. "Oh lord, what crazy plan do you have cooked up for today?" Baby's plans ranged anywhere from laying around her room and listening to music while they painted eachother's nails, to going out and luring unsuspecting men back to the house for Mama Firefly.

Baby grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the house like she always did, but this time she pulled much harder, dragging them to her bedroom, giggling and laughing the whole way. She stopped outside her door, turning to them with a crazed grin on her face.

"Okay, get ready, because this is going to be wicked cool!!" She put her hand on the door handle, turning it and counting to three before swinging the door open so hard it hit the wall with a loud 'BANG'. "Ta Da!!" She yelled as Y/N peered into the room. A brunette girl sat on a chair in the middle of the room, bound and gagged, looking terrified. "I thought you and I could turn her into a living doll today!" Baby giggled, pulling them into her room.

They spent about three hours dressing up the girl, doing her hair, and putting makeup on her. Baby seemed quite pleased with the work the two had done, looking over it with a proud smile.

"She looks great! But I'm hungry now, wanna go make lunch with me?" She asked as she walked out the door. Y/N nodded and followed her, walking out out into the hall, stopping, when they see that Otis's door is open. He could see some of the art Otis had drawn on the wall around the tv, mostly a bunch of small doodles around some bigger, more detailed drawings. He was really good at what he did, and they had to admit they really did love the art of his they were able to see. Baby noticed they weren't following her anymore and went looking for them, finding them standing in the hall infront of Otis's door, staring into the room in awe.

"Hey, whatcha lookin' at?" She asked curiously as she approached them. Y/N jumped and looked at her, trying to think up an excuse but coming up with nothing.

"O-Oh! Uh, nothing! Just got lost in my head..." they lied, but Baby wasn't fooled. "Yeah, sure, whatcha lookin' in Otis's room for?" She asked, playfully nudging them, attempting to relax them a bit. Y/N let out a defeated sigh. "Okay, okay... no matter how many times I see the art on the walls in his room, it's always so... amazin', I've actually been meaning to ask you about it." They clear their throat. "You know anything about any of his art?"

Baby crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "why don't you just ask him, man? I'm sure he'll tell ya if you ask." The thought of talking to Otis made them nervous, not because they were scared of him, no, it's because they didn't want to bother him while he was busy (and they probably wouldn't understand the philosophical answers Otis has been known to give, and has given them many times in the past when they asked a question.) "N-No, it's fine! I'll ask some other time." He shook his head quickly, attempting to walk past Baby, but she caught him and guided him into Otis's room. "Otis! You got a sec?" She called out. Otis looked up from his book, about to say something rude or snarky in response, but stopped himself when he realized Y/N was there. "Depends, what for?" He asked, setting his book down on the bed beside him. Baby grins, gently pushing Y/N toward Otis. "They wanna know about your art, can you tell him about it?"

Hearing this actually shocked Otis. Y/N wanted to know about his art? Well shit, he'll tell them anything they wanna know!

He clumsily got off his bed, excited to finally spend more time with Y/N.

Otis mentally cussed himself out, he wasn't supposed to feel that way toward ANYONE, let alone someone of the same gender... but he couldn't help himself. The few times they hung out together (mostly drinking and talking shit about people) he'd feel his heart flutter when they laughed at one of his stupid jokes, and he'd get the feeling of butterflies in his stomach every time they looked at him with those damn doe-ish eyes or gave him even just a slight smile. Jesus, he felt like a teenage girl getting her first highschool crush and he hated it.

Baby left the room, happily leaving the two alone. Otis wasted no time in beginning to explain each piece to Y/N, getting less and less philosophical when he realized they didn't quite understand it as well as he did himself. Actually, he began to ever so slightly touch on the emotional side of it, allowing himself this one instance of vulnerability. Y/N listened intently, finding each piece and the meaning behind it extremely interesting. Otis found himself smiling as he answered Y/N's questions, feeling those same feelings he felt when he first saw them.

Shit, it's just gunna get worse....

Since Y/N was so interested in his art Otis decided to test just how far he could go before his art grossed them out or scared them. He first asked if they wanted to see some of his other art, and after they said yes (maybe a bit too excited) he pulled a few of the smaller bone sculptures from behind the curtain that hid the more grotesque pieces he'd done. He showed them one of the sculptures, one that was made to look like a bouquet of flowers, it was morbidly beautiful. Y/N let out a soft gasp, their jaw dropping in absolute awe.

"Holy shit, it's gorgeous! How the fuck...." the words left their mouth quicker than they could stop it, gushing over the tiny bone flowers.

Y/N's reaction made Otis's smile bigger. Someone loved his art, truely loved it, saw the beauty and emotion behind each piece....

There was no escaping it, Otis's feelings for Y/N were already too strong.

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End of Chapter 2.

Hope everyone enjoyed this shit! Chapter 3 coming soon. :)

[brooklynislandgirl]

[Contents of the gift box] 💜

~*~

Beth hadn’t intended to really make much ado about her birthday this year. However, she was absolutely clued in to the fact that something was happening when Andy insisted in ushering her out of the door as soon as she was showered, dressed, more-or-less awake. A fact further confirmed when she caught the sometimes oppressive silence as Jay and Andy traded nonchalant glances while getting breakfast. Not one to spoil a mood, she let her brother guide her along and keep her out for most of the day. The party went off without a hitch, fun and joy was had with her closest friends, and Cory’s efforts were exquisite. She loved every bit of it and maybe had more of the shave ice than she might normally consume. She was grateful for the bridge of gifts between dinner and cake, which itself was the best. She still has no understanding how anyone makes graham cracker sand. It isn’t long before she gets to Cory’s gift, and she begins looking through the photos with curiosity and glee. She laughs. “I do have plenny vacation time save up.” A glance at Andy, at Jay, at Cory herself. “We’re not really takin’ time off from work types, are we? But au rite. So we lookin’ a’ Hawai’i, yeah? I can work wi’ dat.”

“Oh! I know dese guys. Well, by reputation, if not personally. Dey do amazin’ work.” The idea of a new board gleams in her eyes and for once Andy doesn’t complain about the five that already adorn the walls, interrupting his preferred decor. In her mind, she can already see the glossy wood body, more than likely a short-board designed for manoeuvrability and speed... “Yeah, yeah dis is really sweet and kind of you.” Beth, with the soul of a raccoon in the moment, finds the earrings and immediately puts them on and gives them a little shake, sending the sharks swimming against the currents of her hair. “Pure aloha, dese.” “I mean, if you nevah been, you should stay at Turtle Bay resort, Nor’shore. It’s everykine bes’ about O’ahu, an’ it’s gorgeous dis time of year. Or, if ya like, we could all just...” An inscrutable look passes between the siblings.  “Our house still dere, sittin’ empty excep’ when groundskeeper an’ house keeper come by. Bes’ of bo’d worlds...you could live local an’ use it as a base camp t’ explore all of my island.” She reaches up and hugs Cory tightly for a minute or two, before breathing softly and then pulling back, her eyes damp. “Mahalo, Cory, I don’ know I deserve everyt’ing but know I feel it here.” She touches the spot on her chest where her heart hides.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Can I get setting prompt 29 for Finny or Snake please?

absolutely! I went with Finny bcus sunshine baby excited about flowers <3

↪ 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

The greenhouse on your property is something you’re very passionate about.

It really is the envy of many other households; while your estate itself is nothing overly grand, your garden and greenhouse are what you’re known for. You can definitely thank your gardener for that, but to say you don’t spend a lot of your time here tending to it as well would be a lie.

While your brother talks business with Ciel Phantomhive, you’ve been able to slip away to the garden. The greenhouse in particular is where you feel happiest and most at peace, lying on the ground among the bushes and potted plants. It’s quite warm inside, so (much to your brother’s and the gardener’s exasperation) you often end up taking a lovely midday nap there on the dirt amid the flowers.

You’re there right now, although you haven’t fallen asleep quite yet. You’re simply relaxing, soaking up the sun and breathing in the exquisite mix of fragrances the flowers give off.

Sometimes you feel a bit trapped in the manor, having not found the talent for business that your brother has, and with no other hobbies. You think you’d be rather more content to just stay out here and garden. Who cares if you get your clothes and hands dirty? If it makes you happy, then why not do it?

The sound of the glass door opening jolts you gently out of your lazy daydreaming. You push yourself up, though you’re mostly hidden by the plants to whoever’s come in.

However, you can see him. It’s a young man with short blonde hair, tucked back with hair clips in a few places. He’s got a wide-brimmed hat strung about his neck, dressed in very casual, revealing clothes, and… those eyes. They’re bright teal and sparkling as he looks around the greenhouse.

“Incredible!” he breathes, almost a whisper of disbelief. He takes a step forward, only for his focus to be pulled in every direction all at once. “Stargazer lilies… Lenten roses… gladiolus… chrysanthemums… daffodils… look at them all…!”

Oh, this sweet thing! He’s named every flower he’s looked at perfectly. You can’t remember the last time a person got one of these right, unless they were looking at a common rose or tulip. Most people aren’t half as interested in plants as you are.

He’s a visitor, isn’t he? Maybe he’s with Lord Phantomhive. Even if he’s some kind of intruder, he’s the most pleasant one you’ve ever heard of. The idea of a burglar who breaks into a house just to fawn over someone’s plants makes you giggle.

“There are more over here!” you call. You lift a hand up to wave at him. “We have some gorgeous sunflowers just starting to bloom.”

The boy lets out a squeak, instantly turning toward you with those big doe eyes staring in shock at you. He does step toward you, although his face is starting to turn pink. “O-oh, goodness… I’m so sorry! Lord (Surname) said there was no one in here if I wanted to look around…”

You get to your feet and smile at your guest. “He’s my brother. He probably thought I was in the main garden instead of the greenhouse. I’m (Name), and it’s nice to meet you. If it weren’t a stupid question, judging by the way you rattled off all those flower names, I’d ask if you liked plants. So instead I’ll just say… I’m impressed that you knew them all!”

“O-oh… oh, (Lord/Lady) Name!!” He’s quick to offer a bow, and clutches his hands against his chest when he straightens back up. “I’m sorry! My name’s Finnian, but you can call me FINNY if you like. And… and thank you! I’m… Lord Phantomhive’s gardener. This place is amazin’… your own gardener must be a real dab hand!”

“Of course, she’s great. I spent a lot of time out here myself, though, so… I like to help where I can. This isn’t all my doing, but I love being out with the flowers.” You won’t pretend that your own face isn’t a bit red by this point too.

After all, you haven’t met anyone who likes plants the way you do. You’re actually not even sure the gardener is nearly as passionate as you are. “Actually… I spend a lot of my time out here. It’s a treat to find someone else who’d sleep in a garden if they could,” you laugh.

“Would if I could, certainly!” He beams at you, and though he’s still blushing, he’s refreshingly unabashed about showing his excitement. When was the last time you saw someone smile so big? You’re only too happy to turn yourself toward him, like you’re a flower and his smile is a ray of sunshine. “The best part of my day is realizin’ I’ve been workin’ in the garden so much I got dirt under my fingernails that ain’t scrubbin’ away.”

Just like that, his blush deepens, turning red all the way down to his neck. “Ahah, oh, gosh, no… th-that makes me sound like I ain’t clean or somethin’, though… I just mean…”

You shake your head. “No, I understand! I wish I could just roll around in the garden and get my clothes as covered in dirt and grass as possible without someone scolding me. You’re not alone in the feeling.”

After a few seconds of thought, you hold your hand toward him. “Would you… like a little tour of the greenhouse? I could show you the garden, too, if you like.”

He blinks owlishly at you, as if you’ve just offered him something he never knew he wanted but now he can’t live without. “That… that would be alright?”

“Would I have offered if it wasn’t?” you tease, and quickly take his hand before he has a chance to overthink it. “Why don’t I show you those sunflowers first?”

“O-oh… yeah…” Almost in a daze, he just nods, letting you guide him. “Please. Lead the way.”

Oh, you intend to.

[btnclmrttn]

Hi! Recently came across your blog and I absolutely LOVE your Saitama HC SM

Anyways I can here to request H/C  With Saitama, Genos, Garou, and mumen rider (all my fucking beloved) 

With a Fem!Be it friend or S/o that’s part Phoenix or is a result of a lab experiment, with a shit ton of scars from being hunted or tested on with her healing abilities (Phoenix example being like Marco from one piece, can turn into a giant blue flaming bird, and/or can turn her arms into flaming wings, have talons for feet near shit)

Please and thank you! Your amazin!

Man these animal requests are so cool I'm digging it. Thanks for asking! I'll give it my best! Sorry it took so long I've been working for days n days straight 😭

Asks the weirdest fucking questions. Nothing to do with the experiment, but like if you lay eggs or some shit

He thinks you look fucking sick when you on your flame shit

Hunters? What hunters? They've mysteriously vanished? A weirdly long strain of good luck? Who knows

If you're ever upset in anyway he always has a small fire extinguisher nearby and whips it out. Mostly to make you laugh but just in case he has no idea what phoenix's are capable of

Prick move but he's always buying sunflower seeds or nuts and giving them to you. The fact he's spending money to joke with you though shows he does like you and thinks of you often

If you got bird feets, it doesn't bother him. However, you CAN bother him if you like grab his knee with them or something it gives him the creeps

Also asks weird questions but he has answered most himself thankfully. By hyper analysing everything of you, of course

Trauma bonding! Woo hoo! (Not rly woo hoo y'all just find good connection with that)

Anyone that even stares too long is at risk of being deleted. Watch out for his canons

Can you heal a cyborg? Maybe? Y'all both wondering but by the time you find out he got his ass mowed he's at Kuseno's already.

The people that experimented on you are also now on his revenge list. You're not talking him out of it if you wanted to try.

Lots of drawings of you n your bird anatomy fill his notebook. He just thinks you're hella cool tbh.

He knows exactly how many scars and marks are on your body and WILL detect if there's a new one so to save you trouble just call/text him if something happens. Whether it was a hunter or you hurt yourself on accident

Oh lawd, this boi

He is extremely protective and defensive of you. Absolutely no one will lay a hand on you like that ever again

Straight up will just snap their neck or something unnecessarily overkill he has zero humanity for the hunters after you

Sometimes you'll catch him staring at your scars, but he won't admit it. He isn't trying to be rude. He just can't imagine how you got them specifically and it bothers him

Also trauma bonding but he has the vibe where he jokes about it and continues his day like nothing is wrong

Refuses. REFUSES to let you heal him if he's injured. He doesn't want to use you in any way.

If you wait till he falls asleep and just heal him a tad he won't notice. He'll believe he's just a fast healer, tbh. And he bragging like, "See, I healed just fine by myself!"

Lucky him you're a healer. Ass whooping magnet. Feels hella bad though despite saving multiple hospital trips.

Always complimenting you and your features/abilities you have. Literally your #1 fan

He wanna see if he is as fast as your top flight speed and always wanna race you on his bike. He's rly trying to get you both at your best speeds. Like fun training.

He's always checking up on you and is constantly worried about hunters. Like your mental health and recovery is one thing but the fact you can't catch a break kills him.

Never bothered tho unproblematic boi as usual he wouldn't flinch at the sight of your scars or feets or wings

He do worry about them scars tho but he never gonna ask like he'd feel so rude.

[ellewords]

WHEN HIS S/O IS BROUGHT UP IN AN INTERVIEW

❥   a smile spreads across atsumu’s face the second your name is brought up. anyone being interviewed with him just shakes their head and sighs, knowing exactly what was about to happen. he already talks about you way too much unprompted but when someone actually brings you up willingly? good luck trying to make him stop. his voice goes somewhat higher in excitement, barely able to stay still in his seat, “oh yn? they’re absolutely great. apparently people tell ‘em how lucky they are to be with me, but really…’m the lucky one. never thought i’d end up with someone so amazin’, y’know?” at one point meian had to put his hand over atsumu’s mouth to get him to stop talking. 

❥   everybody else in the room disappears for bokuto when your name is mentioned, but nobody really minds as they all swoon and coo at how much love he held for you. the team is always endeared at the way his gaze goes soft when he talks about you. bokuto looks straight into the camera, unable to fight the blush that spread across his cheeks as he thought of you, “yn? yeah, they’re very supportive! they’d actually watch my interviews sometimes when they’re on break from work so…hi, yn! i love you and i can’t wait to come home to you.” he has to muffle his squeals of delight when you text him that you’ve seen the interview. 

❥   hinata becomes a blushy, giggling mess whenever an interviewer begins to ask about the team’s significant others. he gets antsy, bouncing his knee and biting his lip as he waits for his teammates to finish speaking so he can gush about you. however, when it’s finally his turn his mind just draws a blank. his lips part only to have nothing come out of them, “yn…they’re…cool.” everyone waits for him to say more but all he does is scold himself as the tips of his ears turn pink. when he gets home, he holds you and rambles everything he wanted to say: how much he loved you and how lucky he is to have you in his life. 

❥   sakusa doesn’t give the interviewer much to work with when asked about you. with his life in the public eye, he wanted to give your relationship some semblance of privacy. it’s not that he wants to keep you a secret, it’s just that he wants to keep most things between the two of you. he keeps his voice at its usual calm and steady tone, “me and yn? we’re doing fine. thank you for asking.” even as his teammates are elbowing his sides or the interviewer pressing for more, sakusa holds his ground. but anyone who saw the twitch in the corner of his lips, the fondness in his eyes, could tell just how much you mean to him.

[yourstarvic]

“Okay so,” You started, looking at Hana with embarrassment. Hana stared at you, laying her chin on her knuckled as she sat across from you in the booth at the regular bar. “At the wedding… I was very… Bold.”

“You were bold? Like…How?”

“Like seeing Rika and him trying to flirt with Tsumu made me upset and I,” You took a deep breath. “I may have whispered some things in Tsumu ear and we… You know… In the restroom.”

“Oh?” Hana's eyes widen. “You? You made the first move to do it in public?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” You whined, “I’m not like this! But it was so fun… and risky… and hot!”

“It’s the hormones,” Hana chuckled at you.

“Really?”

Giggling at you, Hana nodded her head, “Really.”

“Okay,” You nodded, feeling your face heat up at a memory. “That explains a lot.”

“But have you tried putting a pillow underneath?” Hana smirked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“No…” You shooked your head, “But what else should I do?”

As you and Hana were giving each other tips, at the bar were the four MSBY volleyball players chatting among themselves.

“When are ya asking her?”

Sakusa sighed, shrugging his shoulders as he responded, “I don’t know.”

“Do you have an idea when you’re going to ask her Omi?”

“I just said I didn’t know,” Sakusa huffed.

“I’m just trying to help,” Bokuto muttered.

“Why not do it this weekend?” Hinata pondered.

“I could…” Sakusa pursed his lips together.

“I can ask her for ya,” Atsumu pointed out.

“No.”

“It’ll be easier for ya-”

“No.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Fine…”

“Speaking of moving in,” Hinata looked at Atsumu, “how’s living with (Y/n)?”

“Amazin’,” Atsumu's face broke out into a wide smile. “‘M lovin’ every minute with her, I love her-”

“…”

As Atsumu went to describe how much he loves being with you, he didn’t catch he admitted those words to them. As the three members listened to Atsumu talked, they all looked at each other with wide eyes, each holding shock in them. Looking back at Atsumu, Bokuto interrupted him, “Hey Tsumu…”

“Yeah?”

“Did you say you love (Y/n)?”

“…” Atsumu blinked, turning his head, and looked at you in the distance. You saw how you looked intrigued by what Hana had to say, nodding your head as what she was saying, he noticed the small things you were doing. The way you bit your lip, the bouncing of your leg, your hand rubbing small circles on your belly. You looked absolutely beautiful to him and his heart soared as he looked at you. “Yeah,” he smiled as he continued to look at you. “I love her.”

The Jackals smiled at their setter, seeing the lovesick smile on his face. Each of them was happy he found love and is happy. With a firm pat on his back, Bokuto yelled, “Let’s go back to the table!”

Going back to the table, Atsumu took his seat next to you while the others sat in their normal place. They took note you and Hana both stopped talking and had a shy expression on both of your faces.

“What were ya talking about?” Atsumu asked, dropping his arms behind you.

“Nothing!” The two of you yelled.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“We were… Just talking…” Hana tried to find the words. “About…how it would be different if (Y/n) never joined the group…”

“Oh…” Atsumu nodded.

"Anyway!" You quickly said, "The wedding is going to be next week, do you want to join us?"

"Can't," Hinata apologized, "I'm having a Reunion with my school teammates in Miyagi next week."

"We promised Hinata to join him," Sakusa hummed, "I hope Wakatoshi will be in Miyagi."

"He is," Hana pointed out, "I was texting him and he said he's visiting his old coach."

"You text him?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hana answer truthfully, "He has really good advice about plants."

"I want to pay against him!" Bokuto declared cheerfully.

"Ya sure ya weren't talking about something' else?" Atsumu pressed.

"Nope."

“But your face was red Hana,” Hinata pointed out. “And you looked shy (Y/n).”

“Um…” You gulped thinking a way to answer him. But an idea popped into your head. Looking at Atsumu, you whispered, “Eggplant.”

“We got to go,” Atsumu said quickly with a smirk, getting out of the booth and helping you out. “See ya!”

Taking a seat on the side of your bed, you took a deep sigh as you went back to lay on your back. Closing your eyes, you placed your hand on your growing stomach, your lips pursing together as you were in deep thought.

“Ya good?” You heard your boyfriend’s voice, feeling the bed dipped next to you.

“Yeah,” You moved your head to smile at him, “just thinking.”

Atsumu leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips before moving his body to lay his head near your belly, “Want to tell me 'bout it?”

“Just what Hana was saying,” You moved one of your hands to run through Atsumu’s hair as the other landed flat on your belly.

“What did she say?” He kissed your belly, making you smile at the touch.

“What would have happened if I didn’t go to you,” You whispered.

Creasing his eyebrows, Atsumu propped himself on his elbows as he looked at you weirdly, “What ya mean?”

“When I came to you in the wedding dress,” You smile softly at the memory. “She was talking about what would have happened if I never came.”

“That’s somethin’ I don’t want to think ‘bout,” Atsumu leaned back over to you, giving you a deep kiss. “That was the best moment of my life.”

“Yeah?” You giggled, looping your arms around his neck, “It’s one of mine too.”

“And ‘m ‘bout to show ya another moment I love,” Atsumu whispered in your ear before trailing kisses down your neck.

“Please do,” You said giggly, heart beating in excitement on the actions that were about to become.

Taking a deep breath, you stared at yourself in the mirror, patted down your beautiful white wedding dress as you forced a smile you perfected. The white fabric clung onto you amazingly, showing off the beautiful features you wanted to show off. Your hair was exactly how you wanted, topped with a crown and a see-through white veil covering the back of your head. Staring at yourself, you only had one thought running in your head.

It was your wedding day.

Taking a deep breath in, you exhaled slowly as you turned away from the mirror, refusing to look at your eyes in the reflection. You began to pace in the open space of the bridal suite, confused on why you weren’t giggly for your wedding like a normal bride would be.

“I’m probably nervous,” You whispered to yourself, raising your thumb up to your lips and nervously bit on your nail. “It could be cold feet. I’m happy. I’m happy.”

You knew deep inside yourself you weren’t, you knew the reason why you were feeling this way. But you refused to accept it. You refused to accept it when you remembered the blonde from the bar that one night, offering his help. You refused to accept Rieko and Haru’s will never stop their affair. You refused to accept the pain you were in.

Stopping the thoughts, you heard a knocked on your door, making you halt in your steps. Taking a deep breath in, you calmed your racing heart as you walked towards the door. Putting on the fake perfect smile you knew perfected, you opened the door.

“Dad,” Your smile turned into a real one, “what brings you here?”

“It’s almost time,” Your father walked in as you moved out of the way to let him enter. Closing the door behind him, you followed your father deep into the suite. “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous?” You shrugged, “You know?”

Your father chuckled at you softly before turning his face turned stern, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I do,” You gulped, answering with a bit of hesitation, hoping your father didn’t notice.

But of course, he did notice. He noticed everything about how you were feeling. Your father always knew about the affair between Rieko and Haru and tried to voice it to you, but you would shake your head and replied with a smile, “They’ve always been close, you must be confused.”

Holding your shoulders tightly, your father looked deep into your eyes with a serious and urgent look, “Just promise me, okay. Promise me that if you ever feel unsafe, unhappy, miserable, or want a way out, you tell me. You tell me and say: Dad, I am so happy. I am in paradise and I love it here. Do you understand?”

You blinked your eyes at him, feeling your chest tightening at the thought of why your father is telling you this. Your lips wobbled into a genuine, soft smile, knowing your father will always look after you and how much he loves you. Nodding your head at him, you pulled him into a hug as you breathed out, “I do, dad. Thank you.”

Meanwhile…

In the groom suite, Rieko sat on a desk, her legs wrapped around Haru as nuzzled her head in the crook of his shoulder as they both tried to catch their breaths. Pulling out of Rieko and away from her, Reiko whined at the loss of contact, “Haru… Can’t we go another round?”

“No,” Haru shooked his head, fixing his pants and attire, “it’s my wedding day. I shouldn’t be doing this. This is the last time.”

Jumping off the desk, Rieko rolled her eyes as she fixed her dress, walking towards Haru and wrapping her arms around his torso. “That’s what you said last night,” She hummed, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck. “And you told me you love me… What happened to that?”

“It was a mistake,” Haru pushed her off gently.

“The mistake was choosing (Y/n),” Reiko told him. “I’ve always wanted to be with you Haru… Every since college and then (Y/n) stole you away from me. Just how she stole everything from me.”

“She didn’t steal everything from you,” Haru shook his head at her. “You just don’t like how people favor her more than you.”

“But she stoled you from me,” Rieko pursed her lips. “I’m just reclaiming what’s mine.”

“I was never yours,” Haru glared at her. “Now is not the time to talk about this. The ceremony is about to start.”

“Fine,” Rieko eyed the collar of his shirt for a moment, smiling at the lipstick stain on it. Walking to the door, she turned the knob and opened the door for him, “Go walk down the aisle, but just remember, I’m always here for you.”

Haru didn’t say anything in return as he walked out of the door, and headed to his wedding. Rieko watched as he walked off, flowing behind him with a proud smirk on her face. She knew you were aware of the affair that has been happening. She sees the way your face will drop when you see the small things she would leave behind on Haru. Rieko was loving how miserable you were and loved it even more when you still buy her things and allowed her to use you.

But Rieko was still greedy. She wanted to end your relationship with Haru for so long but you still remain to be with him and he still says he wants to stay with you. She rolled her eyes at the thought when she entered the room and took her seat upfront, a perfect view to see your heartbreak expression when you see the marks and lipstick stain. The humiliation you would feel knowing everyone will see those pretty stains she left.

“Hello Rieko,” Your mother gave her a tight smile, her eyes narrowing a bit in a threatening manner, but to Rieko, it looked it was a close eye smile.

“Hello (M/n)!” Rieko smiled brightly at her, “Happy to see your daughter getting married?”

“Very,” Your mother let out a dry chuckle.

“But I noticed her father isn’t here…” Rieko said innocently, tapping her finger on her chin in a thoughtful manner.

Your mother smirked. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay…But I haven’t seen (L/n),” she questioned, turning her head around and looked at the sea of people in the room. “He’s Haru’s and I’s boss. I hope he brings his daughter with him! I’ve always wanted to meet her.”

“I believe they both are here,” Your mother smiled at herself.

“I hope so,” Rieko muttered, looking back forward.

(L/n) and his mysterious daughter, Rieko thought. A happy smile appeared on her face as she remembered the plan she made when she first heard about it. She would first, of course, meet the said daughter. Slowly become friends with her, convince her how she needed her. How she would make her think everyone was against her and she would be the one there.

And once she had the daughter of the richest man wrapped around her finger, she would announce the affair of you and Haru, but not out herself of course. Find someone else that could take the blame, the intern who she made her do things for her, maybe. Or maybe say you were having an affair? Rieko was still debating on it. And once you were out of the picture, she would have Haru with is an amazing fulfilling paying job, a new rich friend she could use, and a happy life. And it’ll all start tonight.

With the wedding ceremony starting, Haru walked down the aisle first, smiling at everyone as he walked. Few noticed the stain on his collar and smiled, thinking it was caused by you.

While you were in front of the closed doors that lead to the ceremony room, your hands tighten around the stems of the flowers you were holding. You gulped as you closed your eyes, whispering to yourself, “I’m getting married… I’m getting married. I’m marrying Haru…”

But you weren’t happy. You felt uneasy and had the urge to run away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, hold it, and slowly exhaled, feeling calmer than before. “Are you ready?”

Turning your head up to meet your father’s eyes, you gulped down your nervousness and nodded, “I am…”

“You don’t have to do this,” He told you sincerely.

“I know,” You smiled at him. “But I want to… I love him.”

“Sadly,” Your father muttered lowly to himself. Offering his arm to you, you hooked your arm through his, “Let’s do this then.”

Putting on a smile, the doors in front of you opened, revealing the open room filled with guests. The wedding march playing in the background became white noise as you looked at Haru with a wide smile. You noted how handsome he looked in his tuxedo and bit back a giggle at his confused face when he saw your father, his boss, walking you down. But your smile shrunk when you saw his eye glanced away. Following his eyesight, you saw he was looking at Rieko, her head down as if she was thinking. Quickly looking down, you took a deep breath before looking back at Haru, putting the big smile back on your face.

“How close is (L/n) with (Y/n)?” Rieko whispered to your mother, slowly turning to look at her.

Your mother grinned, not bothering to look at her as she responded, “There’s a reason why she considers him family.”

Rieko took a shaky breath in as she heard her answer. Looking back towards you, she saw you had reached Haru, who was now looking shocked, connecting the dots on why you and (L/n) are close.

Your father, gave you a final look with a nod when you smiled at him, silently telling him everything is going to be fine. Letting go of your arm, your father then went to take a seat next to your mother, glaring at Rieko and finding her scared expression satisfying. While you stood next to Haru, you smiled at him, thinking he was only looking at you in shock by seeing you in your dress.

But your smile dropped when you saw the stains on his collar, your chest tightening and feeling the remaining piece of your heartbreak. Quickly looking away from you and staring at the officiant, you swallowed the lump in your throat. The officiant looked at you with a creased eyebrow in concern, noticing how quickly the smile fell from your lip. But didn’t say anything, it wasn’t his business too. So he cleared his thought and started to speak.

As he was speaking, you tuned his voice out, too busy thinking about what you were doing, why you were doing this, and more important, why Haru keeps going to her. Seeing the lipstick on his collar, on this day. This special day was meant for you and him. The special day that was now tainted.

“-(Y/n),” You felt Haru softly nudged you, giving you a smile. Breaking out of your thoughts, you looked at Haru with confusion and then looked at the officiant, who was waiting for your I do’s.

“Oh,” You breathed out, ignoring the chuckle the guest gave as you turned to look at Haru fully. Taking a deep breath, you smiled, “I d-”

But you couldn't say it. The words stuck in your mouth as your eyes kept looking at the lipstick stain. Your felt your chest squeezed in pain as you gulped, taking a deep breath as you smiled at him and tried to say it once more, but your mouth just hanged opened.

And ya don’t deserve to be cheated on.

Those words rang in your head, helping you find your voice. Turning to look at your father, who stared at you eagerly, waiting for what you had to say. You gave him a smile in relief as your breathed out, “Dad, I am so happy. I am in paradise and I love it here.”

Ignoring the awes the guest gave, your father was quickly on his feet before you finished what you said. Tilting his head towards the door, he smiled at you, “Go.”

With a real smile, you quickly picked up the skirt the dress and dropping the flower bouquet as you quickly ran down the aisle and out of the building, ignore Haru’s please for you to wait. As you made out of the building, you quickly ran in a random direction, not knowing where you were going. As you made little distance, you turned your head back, making sure no one was following you, but with your head turned as you ran, you didn’t see someone in front of you. Colliding with something hard, you quickly turned your head back forward. “I’m sorry, I-,” You paused, blinking at the man you bumped into you.

“Ya ‘kay?”

“It’s you…” You muttered, looking at the blonde, who hold your arms to keep you steady when you bumped into him.

“Huh?”

“That’s the girl from the bar!” You heard someone say behind him.

“You remember her but you can’t remember to bring your wallet?”

“Ya the girl,” the blonde blinked at you.

“Y-Yeah,” You nodded, as you gulped. You opened your mouth but before could speak, you heard the man you left yelling your name. Turning your head back and quick back forward, you looked at the blonde with pleading eyes, “Hide me. Please.”

“Right,” His eyes widen, understanding the situation you were in. “Ya help me.”

The group he was with, quickly helped you. Rushing you towards a hiding place and making sure you couldn’t be seen. Making sure you were hidden, the black hair male stayed out in the open, acting as if he was waiting for someone.

You heard Haru’s footsteps approaching him, keeping an open ear as you listen to him asked, “Have you seen a woman wearing a wedding dress?”

You didn’t hear a response but you did hear footsteps running away. Staying in the hiding place for a few seconds with the people you met, you heard the man say, “He’s gone.”

You all got out of your hiding spot, helping you pick up the skirt of your dress as you did so. Smiling at everyone, you sighed out in relief, “Thank you all so much for hiding me.”

“No problem,” The blonde smirk at you. “But that’s the guy that hurt ya?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. Quickly realizing something, you snapped your head up to meet his eyes, “You remembered what I told you?”

“Course I did,” Atsumu chuckled. “Was waiting for ya to meet up with me.”

“You were?”

“He was?”

“I was! I kept talking about how I was waitin’ for her!” Atsumu barked at his friends, making you giggle at him.

“Sorry for being late,” You giggled with a smile at him. “I’m (L/n) (Y/n)!”

“Nice to meet you!” The girl introduced herself, “You can call me Hana!”

“Hinata Shoya!”

“Bokuto Koutarou!”

Miya Atsumu,” He pointed his thumb to himself. “Buy ya can call me Atsumu.”

“Or idiot,” Sakusa told you. “That’s what we call him.”

“OY!”

“Nice to meet you!” You smiled again at them.

“Do you want to join us?” Hana asked you, “We’re going to go eat before going to Hinata’s reunion and meet few others.”

“Are you sure?” You asked nervously, “We just met and I don’t want to intrude…”

“Don’t worry!” Hana waved it off, walking towards to stand next to you and hooked her arm through yours, and walking away from the boys. “You’ll fit right in!”

“Oy!” Atsumu followed the two of you, “‘m supposed to be talkin’ to her!”

“You talked to her that one night,” Hana rolled her eyes, “now it’s my turn!”

Your eyes followed to whoever was talking, a small tug on the corner of your lips went up as you observe them talked and banter with each other. You watched as they welcomed you into the group and made you feel welcome. You learned about each of them, how Hana is married, Sakusa always likes being clean and clean things, Bokuto hates green peas, Hinata went to Brazil, and Atsumu has a twin.

During the walk, Hana let go of your arm as she went to stand next to Sakusa and talked with him. With you having an opening, Atsumu was quick to sweep in and bumped his arms with yours gently, gaining your attention. Looking up at in, you smiled at him as he smirked down at you, “So… Ran from ya wedding?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, looking back forward. “Couldn’t stop thinking about what you told me.”

“Ya remember?”

“I did,” You smiled back at the night. “It was a memorable night for me.”

“Well, doll,” Atsumu smirked turned into a smile, “with us, ya gonna have a lot of memorable nights. So… What do ya say? Want to join our group.”

“I say yes.”

Blinking your eyes open, you slowly took a deep breath in as you slowly sat in your bed. Stretching your arms over your head, you let out a hearty moan as you did so. Dropping your arms back down to your bed, you looked over at Atsumu’s side and see he was still sleeping. Reaching your hand over, you ran your fingers through his soft locks as you watched him with soft eyes.

“I love you."

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[mrs-gucci]

Spread ‘Em Wide {Clyde Logan x pregnant!Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! happy memorial day everyone :) I’m so soft for Clyde and his pregnant girl...but I’m also horny. so, this is the resulting fic lol

**this is part of the Clyde & Pumpkin AU**

warnings: smut. fluff. literally just smut. error: plot not found. pregnancy/belly kink. some breeding kink (v light, though). use of a clit vibrator. a dash of dirty talk. 

(possible) tw’s: pregnancy.

“Oh pumpkin, oh honey…” Clyde sighs, kissing your lips as his hands gently hold your hips, pulling you further onto his lap. 

You whine softly into his mouth, already feeling your panties soaking. Pregnancy hormones were no joke, you’ve discovered, especially in the second trimester when you began showing. 

Luckily, Clyde is always ready and willing to help you out with your sudden feelings of intense horniness.

“Ye look so pretty, so fuckin’ beautiful all swollen like this.” He moans, hips pressing up against you. “Love havin’ ya on top of me, pressin’ yer big belly on me, pumpkin.”

You bite your lip, looking down at your handsome husband with lust-blown eyes. “Yeah? You like seeing me pregnant?”

“Shit, oh god, y-yeah.”

His cock throbs beneath his jeans and he groans, nodding eagerly, beard gently scratching your neck as he kisses and nips your skin.

Your hands run through his hair as he continues his assault on your neck, covering seemingly every inch of it with kisses.

“Wanna put ‘nother one in ye, pumpkin, keep ya swollen ‘s long as I can.” His hips buck up gently as he nips your collarbones. “Love burying my cum in ya.”

You moan softly as he pulls your shirt up over your head, licking his lips when his eyes come in contact with your breasts. You’ve grown two sizes during the pregnancy, and you practically spill out of every bra you own now, even if you buy the correct size.

Clyde loves it, though, and his mouth instantly gets to work on the exposed mounds poking out the top of the cups. “Jesus, I love these tits so fuckin’ much, love seein ‘em spill out of yer bra. So big, so full...fuck.”

“P-Please.” You whine, starting to bounce lightly up and down on him. “I’m ready for you, wanna ride your big fat cock, Clyde.”

He growls, holding your hips still.

“So eager, hm? I think I wanna take ye from behind today, pumpkin, get real far inside ye so that I can put my cum in nice n’ deep.”

The prospect makes you shudder with excitement. “Where do y-you want me?”

His lips curl up into a small smirk and he leans forward, mouthing at your earlobe, breath hot.

“Go on upstairs n’ bend yourself over on the bed. Take these leggin’s off, hold onto the headboard, n’ spread yer legs nice n’ wide for me. Can ye do that, pumpkin?”

You quickly nod and get up off his lap, walking upstairs as fast as was possible with a pregnant belly. Your leggings are all but torn off, with a bit of maneuvering of course, before you take your position on the bed. 

Clyde comes up a minute later, groaning softly as he sees you fully naked and bent over just as he’d asked. He quickly sheds his clothes and strokes himself as he walks up beside you, spreading your lips with his prosthetic, extra careful as your glistening folds are exposed. 

He suddenly gets an idea, pulling away and walking over to the closet, pulling out one of your favorite clit vibrators. He puts a dot of lube on the toy before turning to the lowest setting, setting it gently on your sensitive nub.

The way you gasp and your hips instinctively roll down against it makes Clyde throb in his palm.

“Yeah, yer pussy loves this lil thing, huh pumpkin?”

You nod, biting your lip as your hips grind roughly and desperately down onto the small toy. You’re sweating with the effort, quickly reaching the edge of orgasm. He couldn’t believe how quickly you’d reached this point.

“G-Gon--gonna fucking c-cum, baby.”

When Clyde senses you’re about to orgasm, he clicks the button, turning it up a setting. Your eyes fly open and you cry out as an intense and sudden climax hits. 

“Fuck, oh god, C-Clyde!”

The headboard bangs on the wall as your hips buck and squirm against the vibrations, enjoying the delicious pressure and subtle pain of overstimulation.

As soon as you’re finished, he turns off the toy and tosses it onto his pile of clothes, quickly mounting the mattress behind you. He rubs his cockhead through your slick, moaning softly when he feels how much has come along with your orgasm before lining up with your entrance.

“Ya ready, pumpkin?”

You nod, and he holds your hips as he pushes forward, sheathing himself fully inside you with a long, drawn out growl.

“Lord...j-jesus christ, Y/N.”

Your hands tighten against the beam of the headboard as your body begins rocking back and forth with each snap of your husband’s skilled hips. 

“O-Oh, Clyde, baby…”

“Goddamn lil pussy’s gon’ be the d-death o’ me, I s-swear.” He mumbles, fucking you a little faster. “Yer fuckin’ soaked, pumpkin, so wet fer my c-cock.”

The whole bed squeaks and creaks against the hardwood as Clyde fucks you harder, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off the walls.

“Y-Yes, baby, yes!” You cry when he begins stroking that one special spot inside of you. “Right there, oh yeah honey, right f-fucking there!”

Clyde absolutely loves it when you make lots of noise for him, because he knows it’s all genuine. That’s one thing you told him right off the bat when you first met ten years ago, that you’d never, ever fake sexual noises or releases. And you never did.

His strokes speed up and he switches the position of his thrusts a bit so that he’s now coming up a bit underneath you. This allowed him to fully rub against your g-spot while also continuing the deep penetration that comes with the doggy-style position.

You’re seeing stars as you cum for the second time that evening, tears burning in your eyes as you cry out again with orgasm. Your walls grip him tightly and spasm around him, hips jerking randomly as you ride out your climax.

He cums not too long after you, good hand reaching up to grip your shoulder as he ruts his hips erratically, cock buried as deeply inside you as it can while rope after rope of thick seed spurts into your cunt.

“Fuck, p-pumpkin, take it all inside ye. That’s--ohhhh--that’s right, ma g-good girl, ma good lil w-wife.”

It’s already pouring out of you even before Clyde pulls out, dripping down your thighs and even some onto the bedding below. He always has really big loads, which at first he was embarrassed by, but you quickly showed him how much you loved it when he made a mess of you.

Both of you are catching your breath as Clyde slides out of you, then gets up to grab a warm washcloth. He wipes your folds gently, planting a soft kiss on your oversensitive clit before wiping up your thighs, nonchalantly tossing the used cloth aside before laying down. He has a hand on your back the entire time you gently lay down onto the bed, pulling you close once you’re down comfortably. 

His textured fingertips lightly trace random patterns on your swollen stomach, laughing softly to himself when the baby starts kicking. You laugh, too, your fingers playing with his raven waves.

“She knows her daddy already.” You say with a smile.

Clyde beams with pride, scooting down so that his face can be nice and close to your stomach.

“Hey there, lil peach. Yer mom ‘n me are real excited to meet ya in a few months, an’ so are yer aunt and uncle. You’re already so loved, peach, yer not gon’ know what to do with all of it when ya finally get here.”

You both laugh softly, and your eyes fill up with tears as you rub the back of Clyde’s head. He kisses your bump, hand still rubbing it, before sliding back up to kiss you on the lips.

“Yer amazin’, ya know that? Givin’ me a daughter, carryin’ her fer me...I’ll never be able to repay ya in this lifetime, but I’ll do my damndest.” He smiles, kissing you again. “I love ya so damn much, Y/N, ma beautiful wife ‘n momma of m’ daughter.”

Tears are beginning to dribble down your cheeks, feeling so overwhelmed with love at this moment. You’re sure that you’ll never get used to Clyde’s love and appreciation for you, but you still treasure it very, very much.

You nuzzle your nose against his, unable to wipe the smile from your expression.

“I love you more, Clyde.”

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Some ideas for magical marketplace wears?

There’s someone wearing a blue hoodie, who shares a booth with the Demon selling small harmless deals and debts. He seems relatively normal, selling diamonds of all things, but an observant eye will spot that the demon keeps passing his profits, and the man’s skin looks a bit more metallic when he does so.

There’s a man with a guitar in a well kept booth who sells inspiration for one’s next masterpiece in return for stories and hidden truths. His song inspirations are known as the best around, but some claim that if you buy a symphony inspiration from him, it’ll always fizzle out before the end.

There’s a boy who seems to know everything and everyone in the market, and is happy to direct people to what they’re looking for, free of charge. When not tidying wears for others, he’s mostly spotted around the boy who sells clothing woven with ideals, and the boy who sells pieces of the end itself. He’s always friendly and personable, but if you ask the right question, his smile gets a little sharper, and he’ll lead you to his own wears - the most dangerous, reality-altering things the marketplace has to offer.

Punz is just a normal sword for hire.

:O

Oh this is amazing. This is absolutely amazin. All of them are perfect and I can see them all. Especially love Wilbur's concept. Love that one a lot.

[lokiondisneyplus]

Loki director Kate Herron’s heart was beating fast. She’d already had some surreal experiences during her short time in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, so a simple phone call shouldn’t make her nervous. But on the other end of the line was Owen Wilson, an actor and writer she admired and hoped would join her on a time-jumping journey through the MCU.

“It was the most detailed pitch I’ve ever done, to an actor, ever. I pretty much spoke through the entire first episode with him,” Herron recalls of wooing Wilson, who wasn’t too familiar with Marvel before being cast as Mobius, an agent for the mysterious Time Variance Authority central to the series.

Wilson instantly put Herron at ease with his laid-back charm as she walked the actor through 10 years of onscreen lore for Loki, the god of mischief played by Tom Hiddleston. She answered his questions about Avengers: Endgame, about time travel, about how this version of Loki was not the one fans knew from films like Thor: Ragnarok, but rather one plucked from an alternate timeline from 2012’s The Avengers.

It was all part of a whirlwind few years for Herron, who not that long ago was temping at a fire extinguisher company and struggling to land directing work even though she’d already helmed a BBC project with Idris Elba. Then Herron finally achieved breakthrough success directing episodes of the Netflix hit Sex Education and soon was hounding her agents for a Marvel meeting.

When Herron finally landed one, the Loki superfan cleared her schedule and spent two weeks putting together a 60-page document, even though her agents tempered her expectations by noting it was just a meet-and-greet.

“I knew I’d be up against some really big directors, and I knew I wouldn’t be the most experienced in the room, so I [said], ‘OK. I’ll just be the most passionate,'” recalls Herron.

Just a few days after officially landing the job, Herron found herself on a five-hour walk through New York with Hiddleston discussing Loki and flying to D23 in Anaheim to be greeted by thousands of screaming fans alongside Loki head writer Michael Waldron.

Herron is now working long days finishing up Loki in Marvel’s production hub in Atlanta, where the British filmmaker has largely lived since getting the job in 2019. Over Zoom from her freezing Atlanta apartment (she still hasn’t figured out the quirks of the air conditioner), Herron dives into Loki ahead of its June 9 debut on Disney+.

What was your process of sitting down with Marvel for this?

I was just so overexcited. [My agents] were like, “Look, it’s just a casual conversation, they just want to get a sense of you,” and basically I was like, “OK, I’m just going to pitch them.” Because I thought, they might not meet me again. So I got as much information as I could, and they sent me a little bit about the show. And I just prepared a massive pitch for it. I canceled everything for two weeks. I made a 60-page document full of references, story ideas, music. I knew I’d be up against some really big directors, and I knew I wouldn’t be the most experienced in the room, so I [said], “OK. I’ll just be the most passionate.”

Was that first meeting in Burbank?

That was in England, in southeast London on Zoom. I had a few stages where I did that. Then after a few interviews with Kevin Wright and Stephen Broussard, two of the Marvel executives who got me ready for the big match, I went in to pitch to Kevin Feige, Victoria [Alonso], Lou [Louis D’Esposito], the whole team there. That was very surreal because they flew me to Burbank and I pitched at Marvel Studios. I didn’t have the job, but I found out they were interested and then I remember Kevin Feige called me, and when he was in London, we had coffee. He was like, “Look, we want you to direct it.” Oh my God. They flew me to D23 and that was crazy because I think I found out I got the job 48 hours before, and then I was onstage. The Lady and the Tramp dogs were in front of me and Michael [Waldron] on the red carpet. “What is going on?” (Laughs.) I met Tom that week as well, so it was a bit of a whirlwind kind of thing.

📷Herron, Waldron and Feige at D23 in 2019.

Where did you first meet Tom?

I had a two-stop trip. I flew first to New York to meet Tom. He was in Betrayal at the time, on Broadway, so we basically went on this amazing walk around New York. I’d never met him before. We just spoke about Loki and what was really important to us about the character and where we thought it would be fun to take him, as well. It was this intense, five-hour conversation with him basically. I met him and then flew straight from meeting him to D23. So it was a lot. (Laughs.)

When did you finally get the scripts? How did that change your thoughts on what you want to do?

They sent me the outline, so I knew the overall story. I also was pitching stuff. “Oh, we could do this with this character.” The pilot was really well written by Michael and I really liked what they were doing with the character and the story. Then it was building upon that and throwing in ideas for where he could go later in the show. It reminded me a bit of improv where you’re always building, always trying to push the story to the best place. So we were always adapting and shifting the story. Our lockdown, during COVID, was a chance for us to go back in. I was cutting what we’d done, so I was like, “OK, this is tonally what is really working for the story.” Then we went back into what we hadn’t filmed and started adapting that stuff to fit more where we were heading.

The Marvel movies have a writer on set to help tweak things. Was that the case with Loki?

Michael [Waldron] was with us at the start, and then he went on to Doctor Strange [in the Multiverse of Madness]. We had a really wonderful writer called Eric Martin from our writers room, and he was our production writer on set. It was between me, him and my creative producer Kevin Wright. We would kind of brainstorm and adapt. I’ve always loved talking to the cast. We had such a smart cast. Owen is a writer as well. If you have that amazing resource, why not talk to them? We were always adapting. Obviously paying respect to the story we wanted to tell from the start, but always trying to make it better.

📷Herron on the set of ‘Loki’ with Hiddleston and Wilson.

Kevin Feige has said Owen Wilson, like his character, is nonplussed by the MCU. Since Owen isn’t necessarily dazzled by Marvel, does that make him all the more perfect for this role?

He is playing a Loki expert, so at the beginning of production, Tom and I were talking. He devised this thing called Loki School. He did a big lecture to the cast and crew. I love the character. This is a decade of fans loving this character and where that character has been. It was talking everyone through that, but through Tom and his own experiences. Stunts that Tom liked or costumes. He ended up doing that same Loki school for Owen. Owen absolutely loved it. Owen has such a writer’s brain. I remember I had to pitch him down the phone. My heart rate [was up].

Was this the pitch to get him to get Owen on board?

Yeah. I love his work. “Oh my God, I’m going to talk to Owen Wilson.” He’s so laid back and nice, it immediately puts you at ease. It was the most detailed pitch I’ve ever done, to an actor, ever. I think I pretty much spoke through the entire first episode with him. You can tell he’s a writer, just by the way he attacks story. His questions about the world and the structure and the arc of the character. It was really fun to work with him.

Was it the most detailed pitch you’ve ever done because you really wanted Owen, or because you knew you needed to woo him a bit to get him to sign on?

It was the questions he asked, and the way he attacked story, in that sense. And also probably because he was newer to the Marvel world, he was like, “OK, how does this work?” I also pitched him Loki’s arc over the past 10 years, where that character has gone, but also explaining our Loki and what happened in Endgame and time travel. There’s a lot to unpack in that conversation.

Sometimes Marvel will give writers or directors a supercut of all the scenes of a specific character. Did you get one of those?

They didn’t actually give me a supercut, but I’m a big Loki nerd. I think his is one of the best [arcs] in the MCU. I really wanted to make sure we were paying respect to that. At the same time, something Tom spoke about a lot was you have to go back for a reason. Let’s be united on what that reason is and feel that it’s worth it.

The reason can’t be, “Well that’s what happened in Endgame,” so the question becomes, “What is the point of revisiting him at this era of his life?”

Yeah. He’s only had — I don’t want to get this wrong — I think 112 minutes of screen time in total if you cut all his scenes together. And he steals the show. We have six hours to really delve into this character and talk about him and go on this completely new story with him. For me, it was making sure that [we’re] paying respect to what has come before — I know as a fan if there is a character I really loved and I found out they are making a show about him, I obviously would be so excited and so happy. I felt lucky to have the responsibility, and I took it very seriously.

Those who have worked with Kevin Feige say he’s someone who can stress test an idea and push things in new directions. What have you found working with him?

Something I always found was we would sometimes pitch something, and it would be at a good place, but he’d always be like, “OK, that’s great, but push it further.” Sometimes I’d pitch stuff and be like, “This is too weird,” and he’d say, “No, go weirder.” He wants to tell the best story and I found it really helpful having his eye across everything and the fact that he does challenge everything. Tom as well, on set. He brings this amazing energy and this great A-game that causes everyone to rise to the occasion.

How do you know when you’ve got the perfect Hiddleston take? Is he asking you for one more, are you pushing him to do one more take?

By the end, it was almost telepathic. We would kind of know. We would look at each other. “We could go again,” or, “We’ve got it.” It’s different with every actor. There are some actors who will come in firing and they just want to go for it. But they don’t want to do a million takes. There are other actors I work with who are very meticulous and they want quite a few to warm up and get into it. It’s actor-dependent. The way me and Tom are similar is we are both very perfectionist. We are both very studious. (Laughs.) We definitely connected in that sense. He’s a very generous actor. I remember one day, we had quite a few of our actors coming in as day players. It was really important for him to be there for them, to read lines offscreen. He would have to be 50 places at once, because he is the lead actor. The most amazing thing about him was his generosity. Not just to the other actors, but also to the crew, to be filming in a time like COVID.

When you make an Avengers movie, you get a big board with every character that’s available, and whether the actor’s deals will allow them to appear or if that would need to be renegotiated. Loki is smaller, but was there any equivalent for you? Was everything on the table? Was only some stuff on the table? I imagine if Chris Hemsworth has his own new Thor movie coming up, he’s not going to be on the table, necessarily.

I felt like everything was on the table if it meant it was good for story, and Marvel would be like, “We’ll work it out.” Me and the writers, we never felt restrained in that sense. Honestly, it always comes back to story.

What is your relationship with your editor as you finish this up?

We have three editors, Paul Zucker, Emma McCleave and Calum Ross. My relationship with all three of them is very different. Emma and me are very close because she was also in Atlanta away from home. I got to know her very well. I love working with the editors because it’s a fresh pair of eyes. You get so deep into something when you are filming, it’s almost like writing it again when you are in the edit. Stuff does change. Even some episodes, we’ve reordered the structure. Or we moved scenes from one episode to another episode. I’ve always loved the editing process. The best thing is someone honest who can be like, “Hey, this doesn’t quite make sense to me,” or, “This isn’t working.”

What are you going to do on premiere day? Will you be on the internet at all to see the reaction?

I’m actually working. I’m still finishing the show. My last day is the day the second episode airs. I’m going to be working that day. Sadly, I’ll probably check in on the internet a little bit, but I’ll probably go to bed when I finish because I think I’ll do a 12- or 13-hour day or something. I can’t remember. I’m really excited for people to see it and just to bring it out in the world, really.

Everyone wants to know about spoilers, but what’s something you wish you were asked about more when it comes to Loki?

Kevin Feige said, “We make movies. We want to run it like a movie.” So unlike a lot of television shows that are showrunner-led, this was run like a six-hour film. As a director, you don’t often get to do that in a television-structure show. I really enjoyed it, having a hand in story and just how collaborative it was. Also, just beyond that, directing the equivalent of a six-hour Marvel movie was incredible for me. That’s something I found interesting about it. Making something the Marvel way.

In terms of the themes, I love gray areas. The show is really about what makes someone truly good or what makes someone truly bad, and are we either of those things? Loki is in that gray area. It’s exciting to be able to tell a story like that. As a director and a writer, you don’t necessarily understand why you are making these stories. Something I keep getting drawn back into is identity. Sex Education, we spoke a lot about identity and feeling like an outsider but actually finding your people. I feel the same with Loki. It’s a show about identity and self-acceptance and for me, that’s also what drew me in.

Gray is a good way to describe Loki. Your version of Loki just tried to take over the Earth not long ago.

Exactly. This isn’t the Loki we’ve seen. How do we take a character that people love, but from a lot earlier, and send him on a different path? That for me was interesting, getting to unpack that. Alongside that, getting to set up a whole new corner of the MCU with TVA. That to me was so exciting.

What about the Teletubbies? You referenced that recently and it made quite a splash. Are you going to leave people in suspense on that?

I referenced the Teletubbies once and people were like, “What, Teletubbies? What does this mean?” Maybe I should leave people in the air with it. One thing I would say is the show for me, stylistically — I wanted it to be a love letter to sci-fi because I love sci-fi. Brazil, Metropolis, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Alien. If people love sci-fi, they will definitely see the little nods we’ve got across the show.  People will know what it was a reference for when they see the show. It was a visual reference to something in the show.

Interview has been edited for length and clarity. Loki debuts on Disney+ on June 9.