#just thinking of them running in the grass together and then sitting under a tree without a care in the world 🥺💖

[senditothemoonn]

☀️🌼

[kasiers]

BE WITH YOU — GOJO SATORU

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

synopsis: the summer heat had its own way of being relentlessly cruel, though nothings more cruel to satoru than realizing he's fallen for you

contains: gn!reader, just pure fluff, gojo adores reader, mutual pining, did i mention fluff

word count: 0.6k

Exactly when did Satoru know he liked you? Like isn’t even close to putting it, maybe he’d go as far as to say he loved you. 

He’s the strongest, he’s cocky at times sure. And he knows that, he doesn’t just love anybody let alone like them. 

Was it during the Tanabata festival? Or was it during the Floating Lantern festival? Oh he was wrong, he knew exactly when he started loving you.

His memory jolts back to that one summer day, under a tree together cooling down. At the time you were both just friends. Or so you kept telling yourselves.

Satoru occasionally let out pants and heaves. In an attempt to cool down, he took a fistful of his shirt and pulled it away from his body. Repeatedly fanning it back and forth to create a breeze against his skin.

You did the same, except you were fanning yourself with your hands. Your back was pressed against the tree bark, sitting down on the grass.

His eyes glance over to you, watching the way you cooled down. He couldn’t help but smile at your determination, even in the cruel heat.

"You practicing for a run or something?," he teased, his tone light but his azure eyes betrayed him.

You laughed softly, the sound like a soothing melody to his ears. "Shut up. You look worse than I do," you retorted. 

Satoru’s smile widened, but inside, he felt something he wasn’t used to. He felt a strange tightening feeling in his chest, he had always been confident, always sure of himself. But something about you made him feel... different. More human, more real.

He observed as a bead of sweat trailed down your forehead, your skin glowed under the spots of sunlight filtering through the leaves. He noted the way the sun caught in your hair as well. Your lips looked soft as you smiled slightly, he admired the expression you wore despite the heat. 

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

It was in that stillness that Satoru realized the embarrassing truth. He didn’t just like you, he was utterly and hopelessly in love with you. The realization hit him like a train, his heart beating fast, he swore that if it wasn’t for the rustling leaves, you’d be able to hear it. 

For someone who had always prided himself on being the strongest and being untouchable, this feeling was overwhelming. Satoru Gojo, the one who was always in control, found himself utterly whipped. It was like he was seeing you for the first time, truly seeing you, and he couldn’t believe how blind he had been until now.

You glanced over, catching his intense gaze. “Something on my face?” you asked.

He snapped out of his absent mindness, trying to play it cool. “Nah,” he replied, though his voice betrayed a slight tremor. “Just a leaf on your hair.”

You raise an eyebrow, stopping to fan yourself for a quick moment to brush your hair. Irritation visible on your face as you lightly smack his leg, “Liar!” 

Satoru chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, just messin’ with ya.”

You roll your eyes, a small smile creeping up on your lips as you continue fanning yourself.

He watched your reaction, and for a moment longer the realization settled in deeper. He was in love with you and it terrified him. He didn’t know he was capable of  feeling vulnerable, admitting to feelings that he had never allowed himself to acknowledge. But with you, it felt right.

To him, it was the most real thing ever.

He didn’t need to be the strongest right now, he just needed to be with you. 

For now, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

a/n: i really liked this one, i think it might just be one of my favorites that i've ever written.. this one is a bit short but its good :3

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Summer With Them

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ׂׂૢ Y’all have no idea how much i hate summer i defrost from vampire to weird nerd -1000 aura points or whatever they’re saying on the clock app

Anyways i finished this while at the laundromat

Ghost

Prefers summer nights to summer days or evenings

Sits on the porch at night with you listening to the cicadas sing

And during this time you can’t take showers together bc he won’t let you adjust the temperature, he takes his showers ice cold

Don’t ask me where I get this from but he vibes with that one Type O Negative song bc according to him it gives “summer” (iykyk)

Prob has sun sensitivity

Cannot leave the house without his sunglasses

And he avoids driving when the sun’s too bright

Soap

Bastard who enjoys summer #1

He likes summer because it means going down to the beach and showing off his muscles that stay clothed under uniform throughout the year

Wants to buy swimming trunks that’ll match your swimwear

He likes joining teens in volleyball and flying kites with kids

Loves going on walks on the beach at dawn and dusk

He once gave you a bad scare when making you think the dolphin fin in the water was a shark

Even if you’re at home he’ll drag you out of bed to join his morning walk and evening walks after dinner

Gaz

He’s content with summer

Will come up with tons of things to do

Picnics he prepares every weekend

Cloud watching

Catching fireflies in a jar and setting them free all at once to see them glow

Running his fingers through your hair as the breeze blows

Making lemonade together to stay cool outside

Buys a vintage camera to take lots of pics of you

On every evening walk you take together he picks something small like a leaf or flower and saves it

At the end of the season he gets everything together and creates a page in his scrapbook

Alejandro

Bastard who enjoys summer #2

He likes the feel of summer breeze on his bare skin and you look forward to seeing that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Likes to sleep with the windows open at night

Blasts music

Carne asadas

Frequents the local ice cream shops to buy mangonadas

Throughout the entire summer your kitchen has fruits of all kind that he eats with tajin

Will take you for a drive around in his truck and then find a quiet little spot like a lake or mountain to park and sit on the truck bed watching the sky

Phillip Graves

Sits outside with sunglasses on and beer in hand

Calls for you to come out and sit with him to watch the sunset

Cookouts

Anytime you complain of the heat you better hope he’s not around to yap your ear off about some anecdote from when he was a child

“It’s hot” “Ain’t that hot” he responds whilst his face is sunburned bc he refuses to wear sunscreen

Will only wear sunscreen if you are able to catch him before he goes outside and apply it for him

Keegan

It seems like summer evenings are the perfect time to do stuff

For some reason likes to do things shirtless in summer: yard/garden work, mowing the lawn, washing the car..

You set up a chair on the porch to watch him

Falling asleep on a soft patch of grass under the shade of a tree

Will start a bonfire and sit around it with you for hours into the late hours of the night

Sometimes you’ll stay out so late with him that both of you fall asleep

König

He’s not fond of summer

Would prefer to stay inside but if you want to he’ll go out as well

Sprawls on the floor with the fan on

He’ll drive where you want to go and then sit in the car watching you

Prob keeps ice packs in a cooler to keep cool when going outside for a long time

He’d rather be outside when the sun starts to set and the sky turns orange

Sets up a hammock

Afternoon naps on the hammock with the gentle sway of the wind

Horangi

He likes summer and prepares for it

Just imagine him getting out a little backpack with a sunhat, sunglasses, sunscreen, water bottle, umbrella, cooling sleeves, etc…

That’s not for him tho that’s for you he puts on sunglasses and is good to go

During summer he loves going to markets and buying fruit bc that’s when it’s best

Lots of strawberries, grapes and tangerines

Constantly reminds you to wear sun protection

He likes being outside a lot actually and will take you to his favorite parks and places to hike

Nikto

The change of seasons does not affect him much

He’ll notice the change of weather one day and mention how much warmer it is

“It’s summer” “Oh, we should go camping soon…”

He’ll take you camping whether you like it or not insisting that you will like it

Sets a tent near the river to catch fish

He also likes to plant vegetables during the nice weather and bring them to you, proudly showing off his hard work rewarded

He likes to cook meals together and eat outside

[buckyalpine]

Buttercup

Bucky x Reader

Childhood friends to lovers. Thought of this randomly and I thought it was so cute because imagine chubby baby Bucky in love with his cute little neighbor. Imagine this little boy with his messy mop of brown hair on his head, rosy cheeks, blushing over his friend who he adores so much. He toddles over to her porch, excited over the very important game of hide and seek they had planned for the day.

Y/n, y/l/n, or Buttercup according to him is his favorite person in the whole world besides Stevie. He loves Steve, he knows he does, but Buttercup is different. He gets these little butterflies in that chubby belly of his whenever they play together. He's usually a rambunctious devil but not at all with her. If she wants a tea party, he'll sit with her on her yard with a picnic mat spread out, always sneaking a few cookies from the jar for them to share.

She really likes the swing that hangs on the branch of the tree in front of his house. He'll push her with all his might till she squeals with laughter; a big toothy grin on his face when she says faster Bucky. When she trips over and scrapes her knee, he's dashing to his house to find a band aid, blowing on the cut just like his ma does when he hurts himself, he's so careful with his shaky little hands.

"Tank you Bucky" You say between a sniffle, kissing his cheek without thinking, the both of you innocently blinking at each other before running off and playing again. All Bucky knows is that he wants Buttercup by his side for his whole entire life.

So imagine his joy when he finds out its a possibility.

He's in his nicest buttoned shirt, tucked into his dress pants and polished shoes, hair combed over to the side. He kicks his legs while sitting with his mother, father and sisters, watching one of their family friends recite their vows at the altar. Winnifred already had to place her hand on his leg twice to keep him still, warning him that he had to behave at weddings since it was an important day.

"Why are they getting married?" He asks, wondering what the big deal was if they were in church on a Saturday.

"Because they care about each other Jamie, they'll be happy together forever" She whispers, pulling her squirmy little one onto her lap so he can see better.

“Can me and y/n get married mama?” He asks with large innocent eyes, hopeful she’ll say yes.

“You wanna marry y/n, huh?” She coos, brushing back the strands of soft hair that cover his forehead. “Y’know you’ll have to take care of her baby”

“I know” He nods with confidence, of course he'd always take care of his Buttercup.

“And you’ll have to work real hard" Again he nods, just waiting for her to say yes, maybe he can get married tomorrow! "You gotta love her with all your heart"

"I do mama, I do!"

"Then one day baby boy, one day you can marry her"

"But I wanna marry her now!" Bucky doesn't understand what the issue was, he knew he loved his Buttercup right then and there, why did he have to wait?

"Just wait a little while okay? My sweet little boy" Winifred laughed at her baby's fallen face, kissing his flushed cheek. "Before you know it, it'll be your turn"

Patience wasn't Bucky's strong suit but if it meant he'd be with you, he'd wait as long as he had to. He sat on the soft grass with you under the shade of a tree, sipping on a cup of lemonade your mom had brought out for you both.

“I wanna marry you” he pouts, "But mama says I have to wait and dad said I gotta ask p'mission first"

"Then we can be best f'wends forever?" You ask excitedly and he grins in response.

"F'wends forever"

"You promise?"

"I promise"

Now I thought about stopping this fic here but....

Some may have thought that eventually his puppy love lose its fire but no. His crush doesn't ever die down. Not when he nicks a flower from his mothers prized garden when you turn 5. Not when he gives you his favorite brown bear for Christmas. Not when he saves up all his allowance to buy you your first porcelain doll for your 10th birthday. It just grows and grow until he stands before you, wiping the tear that slips down your cheek when he comes to say good bye before going off to the army.

“One day m’gonna marry you doll" He whispers, doing his best to blink back his own tears while you sniffle against his chest.

"You promise?" You ask him with the same innocent doe eyes you had when you were little,

"I promise" He hugs you tighter, not wanting to let you go, the both of you spending the afternoon under the same shady tree. His mothers ring is kept safely in a box, tucked away in his room. He'd spoken to your father in private as soon as you'd both turned 18, not wanting to waste a second. All he had to do was return, safe and sound to his Buttercup.

Bucky goes through hell, sees the worst things imaginable, some days he struggles to keep his eyes open, cuts and wounds littering his battered body. However, when he closes his eyes and thinks about her smile, the way he'd get butterflies when she giggles, he knows he has to survive and come home. It doesn't matter how hard it is to keep going now because one day it'll all be worth it.

Which is why he practically runs home once the war is over, zipping in and out of his house and up to the porch next door, panting with flushed cheeks. He hears shuffling on the other side, his heart beating erratically while clutching onto the ring, the knob clicking open.

"Buttercup?"

"Jamie!" You gasp, tears running down your face in no time as you throw your arms around him, your feet lifting off the ground as he spins you. "You're back!"

"I promised you doll" He presses his forehead against yours before sinking down on one knee, smiling up at you while you choke back a sob, his hand holding onto yours.

"Buttercup, will you-

"Yes, Jamie yes!!" You nod frantically, while he happily slips the ring onto your finger before kissing you deeply, only pulling away to breathe. He doesn't give you long, pulling you back for more, his tongue laced with yours, unbothered that you're both on the porch, most of the neighbor watching quietly with steamy eyes.

Honestly, imagine how emotional everyone would be seeing the handsome soldier with his beautiful sweet bride up at the altar, going rom little babies to children to two souls that were meant to be together from the start. So cute.

[notjustjavierpena]

I dont know if its Father’s day where you are but Happy Father’s day to Hubby Javi!!

Father's Day (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: It's not but he sure appreciates you reminding me! In other words, I threw this drabble together just for you. Spot a little reveal in there!

Summary: Join Hubby as father's day comes to an end.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic, pregnant reader, fluff, allusions to smut, Javier being called Daddy

Word count: 725

Father's Day

As the day is coming to an end and the weather starts cooling down outside, Javier drags his favorite garden chair into the center of the back porch so he has an overlook of the garden. He settles into the chair with a contented sigh, feeling full from the fantastic dinner you served half an hour ago, and in his hand, he twirls and rereads the card he received during his breakfast. 

It’s a handmade card full of glitter and dollops of messy glue, each of his children contributing a drawing but also a joint message telling him that they love him. Lucas has drawn a picture of them all, complete with a depiction of the growing belly on you as you carry his twin girls, while Inés has drawn a heart with a stick-figure family inside it and one of her famous butterflies. Javier’s eyes had practically sparked at the realization that even Sebastian had added his mark with a few colorful lines and squiggles.

He looks up with a smile and observes Sebastian babbling in a kiddie pool that you’ve set up next to him. His one-year-old is splashing happily in a swimming diaper, trying to figure out how things seem to stay afloat despite his efforts to drag them under the water. 

Javier’s two eldest children are playing tag on the lawn. They’re barefoot, speeding across the grass until their pant legs are covered in green stains and dirt but they look so happy as they take turns to chase each other.

Lucas pauses for a moment and decides to hide behind a bush when he sees Inés is distracted by a ladybug on one of the trees and seems to forget that she has to run from him. He pants with excitement and exhaustion at the same time, waiting patiently for her to start her search for him. 

“Got you!” He shouts triumphantly when she runs past his hiding spot, jumping out and capturing his baby sister with a grin. She squeals with laughter as she tumbles to the ground, the sound echoing through the garden and settling in Javier’s chest, warm and comforting. She regains her composure, animatedly dusts herself off like she’s seen in cartoons, and then she’s off again and Lucas adapts his speed to match her. Lucas is so good at making her feel confident and seen, Javier thinks to himself, if only he knew that being an amazing big brother is paying off because you’ve looked at a dog for his birthday in August, a two-year-old beagle from the local shelter. 

You step out onto the porch, immediately bending down to check the temperature of Sebastian’s water, and only when you’ve made sure it’s not too cold make your way to your husband. You lean down to kiss him, a hand on your pregnant belly as you do it, and Javier stretches his neck to meet your lips in a soft peck. 

In your free hand, you carry an already-opened Corona beer. You hold it out for him and he carefully sets the card down on the side table to take it from you. 

“Thanks, baby, you spoil me,” he says gently. He sits back and takes a long sip in the scorching summer heat. Then he rests the bottle on his thigh, “Still don’t think I look like him… the guy in the commercials.”

“Yes, you do. Happy Father's Day," you say fondly and kiss him once more, this time a little longer and enough for him to want to wrap his arm around your waist. 

"Thank you," he replies, placing a gentle hand on your belly instead as his eyes are filled with love for you. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

“Just wait until you realize what I have planned for later,” you tease with a knowing smile, “It’s going to be all about Daddy tonight. I’m showing you how much I appreciate everything you do for me and the kids.”

“Tell me more?” His interest is definitely piqued. 

“Not in front of the baby. It’s not appropriate,” you tease.

“Come on.”

“Use your big brain,” you laugh softly, “I’m giving you a blowjob, you idiot.”

A grin spreads across his face and while still staring into your eyes, he shouts across the garden, “C’mon, mijos (my children), it’s time for bed.”

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[disasterofastory]

What about Legolas x F!reader? Maybe she is a friend of Eomer and Legolas gets jealous about all the time they stay together? And some hot moment? I don't know, this is just an Idea. So, I'm sorry for my bad english but I'm Italian. Have a good day❤️

Just a reminder Legolas x Reader Warnings: jealousy, smut

Summary: Legolas reminds you of the reasons you are with him.

A/N: Please don't be sorry for your English. I know the struggle. :)

The grassland is covered in a bright golden hue as the sun reaches the top of the clear blue sky. The lush, green grass waves like the ocean as a breeze runs through the peaceful scenery. Everything is so quiet and calm. It is almost impossible to believe the dark power that works and marches forward underneath it all. The warm rays of the sun caress your bare arms and your cheeks. The tree you lean against is tall and strong, bending its branches to the will of the slight wind. The rustle of the leaves is a sweet whisper in your ear as you focus on the story in front of you. The book is a pleasant weight on your lap. The pages are old and thin between your fingers.

"What are you reading?" Legolas's voice breaks your concentration, but you feel nothing but happiness as you turn your eyes from the long row of words to the tall elf standing a few meters away from you. "Just a book," you shrug. "Tales for children." "Are they good?" He asks, sitting down next to you with a few elegant movements. "You know how it is," you hum, closing the book and putting it on the ground. "The good always wins, and the bad guys pay for their misdeeds as they should." "It was easier to believe in it when we were kids, no?" The elf asks. You can almost see his blue eyes darkening with ominous thoughts. "Sometimes it's harder when you are an adult, yes," you reply, reaching out for his hand to link your fingers together. "But there is always hope." "I heard you will go with Gandalf." "Yes," you nod. "He thinks Eomer will listen to me." A slight frown appears between his brows. His lips turn into a thin line. "Are you friends with the rider?" "Something like that, yes." "When we met them, he asked you to come with them." You barely recognized him when your way met with the riders during your search for the hobbits. You smile and nod in confirmation. "Why are these questions?" "Why didn't you? Went with them, I mean." "You are my home, Legolas," you reply, squeezing his hand in yours. "I won't leave you." "But you will go with Gandalf." "He asked me," you reason, getting a little bit confused. Something is off with Legolas, but you can't find out what. "And it's just for a few days. We need every help we can get." "Are you sure?" He asks. He feels selfish, and guilt eats him up inside because of it, but he can't help himself. He knows orcs and death will wait for you in Helm's Deep, but he can't bear the thought of you staying with the riders. With Eomer. "Legolas," you say his name softly, cupping his cheek with your free hand. Your thumb caresses the soft skin under his eye. "Of course, I will come back to you. There is nothing that can keep me away from you." He smiles at your words. The slight curve of his lips gives him something angelic and ethereal that you can never get used to. You still don't understand how the elven prince can love you, a simple mortal, but he does, and you stopped questioning it years ago.

Soon, his lips find yours, and the kiss that always starts so gently is impatient and rushing now. His hand lands on the back of your head to keep you close, while his tongue slips into your mouth with ease. He invites you to a dance that's intimate and familiar. "Don't get me wrong," you hum when he breaks away. His breath still fans over your lips. It smells like ale and fruits. "I love your kisses, but you still don't tell me something." Now, the guilt is transparent on his delicate features, and he looks down at your intertwined fingers. The small gesture makes his years younger. "I just…" he sighs. "I just don't want you to find something with the rider that will make you stay with them… with him." "Oh, my love," you laugh, pecking his lips when you notice the slight blush spreading on his cheeks. "There is nothing that makes me stay where you aren't." Your words are followed by another kiss. It's feverish and bruising and makes you lose your breath for long seconds. His hand finds the loose curls at the nape of your neck, and before you know it, you are lying on the grass with Legolas above you. When he looks into your eyes, the glint you know so well by now is back in his bright blue irises. "I love you," he says, caressing the line of your jaw. "I love you too," you hum against his lips before gasping at his sudden touch. " What are you doing?" "Just a reminder of what I can do to you." He bares your legs with a few quick pulls on your dress until his hand finds its way between your thighs. "Legolas," you gasp again, looking around your surroundings. "What if someone sees us?" "I will hear them before they can see us," he promises. "Do you trust me?" The question makes your legs spread open before his caressing touch. "Of course."

His lips wander down your neck, caressing the soft skin there with slow, lazy kisses while his long fingers find their way to your center after pushing your panties aside. His fingertips slide over your fold easily. Your wetness soaks him within a few seconds. "You are so wet already," he hums. His words flutter in your chest. Your heart thuds against your ribcage. "Legolas," you pant his name, grabbing his shoulder. Your other hand tries to find some support on the ground. The grass is soft under your touch. "I'm here, love," he replies. "And I won't go anywhere until you cum around my fingers." Your eyes fall shut as the pleasure flares through your body. It burns your veins and spins the world around you. His thumb draws small circles on your clit, helping you to chase your orgasm. His breath fans over your neck, and his voice make you tremble some more. "Who makes you feel this good?" He asks, and when you don't answer immediately, he doesn't wait to push two fingers inside your aching hole. Your head falls back, and a moan breaks up from your throat. "Say my name, Y/N," the elf demands. "Let everyone hear who you belong to." His name leaves your lover's name in breathless whines as his hand speeds up between your legs. He pushes you to the edge and doesn't give you enough time to process what's happening. "Cum, Y/N," Legolas says. "Make a mess on my hand. Give me something to remember while you are far away from my arms."

Pleasure washes over you as the burning coil snaps in your lower belly. Your muscles jerk, and your breath stops for a long second. Your orgasm comes quickly and powerfully. It feels like Legolas's arms are the only things that keep you in one piece.

When you open your eyes, you see him licking your juices off his fingers. A satisfied smile plays on his lips the whole time. "You will get more when we meet again," he promises.

[teddybeartoji]

彡 THE DAWN HAS NEVER LOOKED MORE BEAUTIFUL

☆.contains: knight!satoru gojo; angst (no real comfort), it's very bittersweet, gn!royalty reader but it's just him reminiscing, stsg mention let's goooo wc: 1.3k

satoru loves flowers with all his heart.

suguru often finds him just staring at the beautiful fields with a small, happy smile as they're riding back home. various shades of orange and yellow, red and green, blue and purple, pink and lilac reach as fas as he can see and he wishes he could just dive into the ocean of petals. he wants to swim in there, he wants to feel gentle touch of windy waves on his skin. his heart feels warm as the sun bears down on them all – him and his best friend, him and the flowers around him. it feels just right.

(he thinks about laying down in the grass, sinking into the ground and letting the nature take over. he thinks about rusted armor and flowers growing inside it.)

satoru thinks they're stunning – no matter what kind or what color, he adores them all so fucking much. suguru likes to tease him for it - what kind of a knight is obsessed with flowers, hm?, but satoru couldn't care any less. up high on his horse, he eyes the little beauties like it's his first time seeing them, though they've passed by this field a thousand times.

sitting here now, back against the big tree trunk, he's surrounded by them again. flowers. bees buzz and birds chirp – it's all so beautiful. the sun warms his face and the small smile that rests on his lips; the left corner of his mouth tilts up more than the other as he thinks about you. how much you remind him of the pistils, of the petals, of the stems, of the roots. you bloom under the sun, you smile when you look at him; he loves the way your eyes crinkle, the way your nose scrunches. the way your hands reach for him and for the bouquet he's put together for you. the little gasp that leaves your mouth every time you do so.

how you never comment on the slanted flowers, the ones that are threatening to double over – you don't care. satoru brought you flowers, he picked them up just for you and that's all that matters. the sight of a man in full-armor, kneeling down and picking flowers with his rough, calloused hands is what makes you wake up with a smile. you know he'll never stop doing it, he will never bringing them to you, he will never stop treating you like one.

he would never.

the two arrows that rest in his chest don't hurt anymore. he can't feel the pain and he can't feel the blood that's seeping through his clothes. no armor, no chainmail – it's just him and his thoughts in the end. his smile doesn't falter, it never drops; his hands palm the ground below him and he loves the way the grass feels against the palms of his hands. the few sunrays that are starting to peek over the hill are kissing his bloodied freckles, his tired eyes and the scars adorning his skin.

orange and yellow, red and green, blue and purple, pink and lilac – this is his favourite flower field. he remembers the day he brought you here. how big your eyes grew at the sight of it, how you looked back at him, asking for permission to... live.

satoru laughed with his heart and his chest as he watched you run through the petals, giggles spilling from your lips like it was all meant to be. it didn't take long for him to join you – he chased you around and he forgot all about the rest of the world; you held his hand and he felt free.

satoru knows that this is his last day.

he's losing feeling in the tips of his fingers and his heartbeat is starting to grow slow. his eyes are heavy, his breaths shallow.

but that's okay.

because you're on his mind – his flower, his heart, his everything. he knows suguru will take care of you; he will wipe the tears from your eyes and he will hold you, he will lull you to sleep and he will cry. and it's all going to be okay.

satoru is happy. he's grateful to have met you; he's thankful for the pieces of yourself that you've given him, he's thankful for the laughter and the gentle touches. he's thankful for the love he thought he didn't deserve.

he had always been a sensitive boy with his head in the clouds – desperate for contact and genuine feelings while the rest of the world was determined to deprive him from the things he so desperately needed by stuffing him inside an iron suit. he never wanted it, he never wanted to be there.

he never wanted to be strong.

he's grateful for suguru, too. he wouldn't have survived without him. his best friend. dopey smiles and stupid jokes, lingering touches and longing gazes – suguru was always there to ruffle satoru's hair and to pinch his cheeks, to play with him and to tease him until he was pouting like a child.

satoru loves suguru's smile. he loves him.

and he loves you.

he thinks about how unsure you were at first when he approached you on that rainy day. (how you couldn't stop staring at his big smile.) he thinks about how you tried to hit his chest when he giggled at your clumsy steps and regretted it right after, realizing that's not how royalties behave. satoru thought it was hilarious, he thought you were beautiful.

always telling him to act more like a proper knight while still holding his hand and telling him to stop with the jokes while trying to surpress your laughter. how you hide your face behind your hands whenever he stares but he just can't help it, he's completely mesmerized. how you play with his hair whenever he kneels down to fix your shoes. how focused you get when you're tracing his scars while laying on top of him in the field. he loves you so fucking much.

you showed him what real devotion means, the very thing he's been looking for this whole entire time – the kind that doesn't involve a shield and a sword but instead a pair of beating hearts. you learned how to shed your expensive garments and he learned how to ditch the iron; you held knives and cut open each others chests, you crawled through each others ribs and burrowed yourselves deep into each other. forever. that's devotion.

the tips of the arrows sink deeper with every breath he takes but he's still smiling. with his last piece of strength, he reaches for the bright blue flower that's sitting right beside him. he stains a few of the petals with the blood on his hands and he hopes you don't mind.

he presses it to his lips and it gets bloodier. he really hopes you don't mind.

(you don't.)

raising his hand, he places the flower into the small pocket right above his chest. he doesn't want to lose you.

the sun shows her face and the field before satoru blooms. it all reminds him of you. the warmth of it all, the fun and the beauty. he's sure he can hear your laughter, he can see you dancing in the colors. your smile is wide and you're looking at him.

he's ready.

you're like an angel; you extend your arm and you invite him to join you in the flowers. the sun shines from behind you and it's forming a halo above your head and then the wind picks up just a little, making the petals swivel around you and fuck, satoru thinks you're just perfect.

he holds onto the flower in his pocket for as long as he can, he stares at you for as long as he can.

the dawn has never looked more beautiful than it does now when he's taking his last and final breath.

inspired by this lovely little piece of art!!! i saw it first a few years ago and i have not stopped thinking about it ever since:(((

+ @staryukis & @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat & @lxnarphase & @neptuneblue i am kissing you all rn<3333 andand and thank you @satoruxx & @ffsg0jo for helping me out with the title i am kissing you too hehe

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic May 1 - prompt 1: Accidental Eavesdropping [word count 487]

“Come on, Remus,” Lily nudged him with her foot. “Tell me.”

Remus opened one eye, narrowing it under the bright spring sun barely shielded by the tree they had settled under, not too far from the banks of the lake.

“Why? You hate him.”

“I don’t,” Lily waved her wand in the air. “Do I think Black is as obnoxious as Potter? Yes. Do I wish them harm? Only occasionally. Do I judge your pining after Black? Of course no, it wouldn’t be nice of me. Besides, it’s not like you actively chose to have a crush on him.”

Remus chuckled and looked at the banks of the lake, where May lay sprawled in the sun and Marlene sat with her feet in the water, quite blatantly eying Dorcas Meadowes who had left her group of Slytherin friends behind and was now swimming in lazy strokes not too far from them.

No, he definitely hadn’t chosen to fall for Sirius Black. Of course, he didn’t agree with Lily’s opinion of him or James but that was because she had never gotten to experience the fierce loyalty the both of them were capable of. Lily didn’t know about his furry little problem, as Sirius called it, and the lengths to which the Marauders had gone to help him and stand by his side. Still, she was right about him not actively choosing to have a crush on Sirius fucking Black of all people. Who in their right mind would subject themselves to endless pining after the handsomest guy in their year, always popular, always the centre of attention, always with a cohort of girls following him around.

“I don’t have a crush on Sirius,” he sighed.

“Right,” Lily rolled her eyes. “And Dumbledore has notoriously cropped hair.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Remus forced himself to look into Lily’s green eyes. “I think I’m in love with him.”

“Oh,” Lily stared back at him. “Oh, shit.”

She twirled her wand between her fingers and opened her mouth again in the same moment a loud crack came from above them. In the following second they managed to move away before a huge branch fell between them, along with a tangle of limbs and robes. Remus stared, recognising the human-shaped tangle on the grass.

“Pete said it would end up like this…” James’s voice groaned, half-muffled by Sirius’s stomach.

“Yeah, well, we never listen to him,” Sirius’s voice answered from the grass, a bit clearer.

“What the fuck, Potter?”

Lily had gotten to her feet and was glaring at them.

“Alright, Evans?” James managed to smile as he removed Sirius from his chest.

“You could’ve killed us! And you were eavesdropping on a private conversation!”

Remus felt his cheeks heat up as Sirius managed to sit up, the echo of his declaration of love still ringing in his ears.

“Come on, Evans…” James raised his hands in an appeasing motion.

“Fuck no!” Lily pointed her wand at him. “You’d better run.”

For once, James did as he was told and scrambled to his feet, ending up running along the bank with Lily on his heels.

“You arsehole!”

“It was innocent, Evans, I swear!”

“Bullshit!”

Remus grimaced at the thought of what ugly spell-induced boils he would have to remove from James’s face later on and turned away from the scene, coming face to face with a grinning Sirius, still sprawled on the ground in that annoyingly elegant way of his even if he had literally just fell out of a tree.

“So…” Sirius cocked his head. “How about Hogsmeade next weekend, just the two of us?”

Remus’s heart skipped a beat.

“You mean like… a date?” he managed to whisper.

“Yes, unless you were lying to Evans about your feelings for me.”

“I wasn’t,” Remus forced himself to say. “But I didn’t think…”

He saw Sirius’s cheeks redden, and his grin soften.

“I just didn’t think you’d ever like me this way,” he said. “I thought you’d go for someone calmer, less… chaotic. I mean, I’m always around causing some mischief or trying to get a party together.”

“Yeah, that’s probably why,” Remus smiled.

He saw Sirius hesitate then he leaned slightly forward, carefully putting his hand over his.

“So… Can I take you out on a date to Hogsmeade?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Remus nodded, his heart pounding in his head. “Definitely.”

[larluce]

Merlin as Arthur's familiar/Arthur's shapeshifter falcon AU

LINK TO THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 (You're here) , PART 6

After the third day Merlin doesn't come back from his visit to Claws' partner, Arthur gets worried and send search parties to look for him. Merlin said he'd be back soon. He wouldn't just leave and abandon him. Something wasn't right. Something bad must have happened. The prince is now in the middle of the Woods shouting his bird's name while other knights keep searching their surroundings.

Arthur: Merlin!

Knight 1: Sire, it's getting late. Maybe we should-

Arthur: No! We're not leaving until we find him!

Knight 2: (approaches running) Sire! I think I found something.

They follow the knight and they find the corpse of a dead merlin and a torn red neckerchief in the grass beside it. There's other corpse of a bigger falcon, obviously not a merlin. The crime scene is clear to Arthur. Both birds died fighting each other.

Arthur:...

Knight 2: I'm really sorry for...uh... your loss, your highness. I know he was very dear to you.

Knight 1: Yeah, he was a.. a really good hunter and... died with dignity! Like a warrior! He was-

Arthur: That's not Merlin.

Knight 2: (surprised) But, sire, the neckerchief is there. It must be him!

Knight 1: And that’s clearly a merlin.

Arthur: Yes, that's the neckerchief and that's a merlin, but it's not MY Merlin. Because THAT merlin is a female.

Arthur can't really blame his knights for not noticing. Even merlins confused Merlin for a female most of the time. But he knew the patern of his feathers well enough. Arthur doesn't know how the neckerchief ended there, but if it is there Merlin can't be far. Soon enough, he hears a familiar chirp.

Merlin: (chirps loudly from a tree)

Arthur: Merlin! (Turns to the sound and, as soon as he lays his eyes on Merlin, he's filled with joy and relief) Thank the gods! What are you doing there? Come down!

Merlin: (shakes his head and chirps in sorrow)

Arthur: (concerned) You can't? Why? Are you hurt?

Knight 1: (whispers to other knight) he's talking to the bird?

Knight 2: Get use to it (looks more carefully the branch Merlin is in) Sire! There's something under the bird.

Knight 1: Wait! Is that a... nest?

Arthur: (in realization, looks at Merlin and then looks at the dead merlin at his feet) Brownie?

Later in Arthur's chambers. Arthur and Morgana comfort a very distraught Merlin who is in his human form holding a nest with 5 eggs as close and as carefully as he can. The three are sitting on the bed.

Merlin: (sad but with no tears left to share) I was too late. I couldn’t save her. And the eggs were alone and needed incubation so I couldn’t leave either. I'm sorry I worried you.

Morgana: (with a hand on his shoulder) We completely understand, Merlin. Don't worry.

Arthur: (with an arm wrap around Merlin) I wish I had come sooner. You shouldn't have grieved Brownie alone. (Confused) Why couldn't you just use magic to transport yourself and the eggs here if you didn't want to leave them? You've done that before.

Merlin: (looks at the nest) Eggs are so fragile, I didn't want to risk them breaking in the way. Besides... (cuts himself and blushes a little)

Arthur: What?

Merlin: (smiles at Arthur) I knew you would come for me.

Arthur: (looks at him lovinly) wait (sudden realization) you didn't leave the nest at all? How did you eat?

Merlin: ...

Arthur: (sighs) I'll bring you some food. Want something in particular?

Merlin: Larks, please 🥺

Arthur: (doubts for a second but then kisses him quickly on the cheek before leaving)

Merlin:... 😳😊☺️

Morgana: Are you going to put those little ones somewhere?

Merlin: (looks around) I think Arthur's window is a good place. Do you think he'll mind?

Morgana: I'll make sure he won’t.

Later. Arthur and Morgana at Claws' grave now also Brownie's grave.

Arthur: At least now they are together.

Morgana: Well done, Arthur. Now you left 5 merlin chicks orphan.

Arthur: (ofended) Hey! Brownie's death wasn't my fault!

Morgana: But if you hadn't killed Claws, he would've been able to protect Brownie and his eggs!

Arthur: Oh, come on! That falcon was more than twice his size. He wouldn't have had a chance.

Morgana: Well, now we'll never know. (Sighs) How did Uther react when you told him you brought a nest with 5 merlin eggs with you?

Arthur:...

Morgana: You haven't told him?! 😨

Arthur: You know how much I had to fight for him to let me keep Merlin! You think he's going to let me keep 5 more?

Morgana: So what are you planning to do?

Arthur: Well, merlin eggs hatch in days time. We can hide them until then. Once they are out of their shell I can leave them in the wood-

Morgana: Oh, no. You're not abandoning those merlins! You killed their parents so now you are going to take responsibility!

Arthur: But-

Morgana: Responsability I said! Now if you excuse me, I'm going to make five more neckerchiefs (she leaves)

Arthur: ...

Arthur: What just happened? 😧

[under-the-cherrytree]

A Proud Artists Work❣︎

Wally Darling x reader

Summary: looking at Wally’s art work, you feel slightly discouraged about your own. However, Wally quickly finds a way to cheer you up!

Warnings: starts off fluffy but ends a bit yandere-ish

A/n: I HAD TO WRITE A WALLY DARLING SMALL FIC I COULDNT HELP MYSELF!! I LOVE THIS MAN

Well i do hope all the welcome home fans like this!! Enjoy<3

You felt the wind brush up against your cheek as you looked down at your sketchbook in your hand. Your grip on it tightened as you looked around. The neighborhood was surprisingly calming this afternoon. Normally the neighbors would be outside playing but today they didn’t seem to come out of their homes. You watched as the leaves fell from the tree you were sitting under. You leaned up against the wood, taking a breath in.

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, Wally Darling. He stared at his canvas intensely, focused on every paint stroke he made. His canvas faced you so you couldn’t see what he was painting. He wouldn’t allow you to see what he was creating just yet.

You admired him for his artwork. He was so diligent and his art was breath taking. You wished you were able to draw and paint like he did.

“Darling?” Wally looked over to you, noticing your dull expression. “What’s the matter?”

You sat up, looking away for him and down to the blank paper in your lap.

“Do you really think I’m a good artist?” You asked. He complimented things you have drawn before but a part of you felt like it was forced. Did he just compliment you out of pity?

Wally’s smile dropped slightly as he placed his paintbrush down. You looked up at him as he walked over to you and sat on the grass.

“Of course I do. Why would you question that?” He looked at your sketchbook, noticing it was empty.

“I can’t think of anything impressive to draw”

“Anything you draw will be impressive!” He grabbed a pencil out of pocket “Let’s draw something together!” He leaned in closer to you, starting to sketch an apple on the upper right corner of the paper. You just watched his hand move as he finished up the stem. He just spent a few seconds an apple and it looks amazing. What could you possible draw to impress him?

“Come on! What do you want to draw?” He looked to you. “Draw anything that comes to mind”

You looked up for a moment, trying to get some inspiration. You suddenly noticed a pretty pink flower growing in the grass.

“A flower?” You turned to him.

“Draw it!” He encouraged you. You gripped your pencil as you drew a circle for the base and petals around it.

“It looks great!” He began to add some grass around the flower “You should add a sun” You nodded and smiled softly. This felt nice.

An hour had passed and you two laid on the grass, doodling on the now full page. You two drew different things in nature, different animals, the neighbors, and even Home. You laughed softly seeing how the page was now full with the random doodles from you and your boyfriend.

You felt your cheeks heat up. Wally always knew how to make you feel better when you needed it.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it~?” He gave you a grin “The page is full now”

“Yeah it is” You leaned on his shoulder “Thank you, Wally”

“Anything for you, darling”

Suddenly realization took over you and you remembered there was somewhere you needed to be.

“Oh I have to go!” You stood up, brushing your clothes off “I promised Sally I would meet her at her house to practice a play with her!” You quickly picked up your things, shoving them in your bag.

“Well you better run off, don’t want to leave her waiting” He stood up, holding his hands behind his back.

“See you later!” You waved at him and he blew you a kiss goodbye. He began to pack up his stuff knowing it was time for him to go home too. He carefully picked up the panting he was painting earlier, not wanting to ruin his work. He chuckled softly as he walked back to Home. Home opened the door for him, seeing that Wally’s hands were full.

“Thank you, Home” The puppet placed his paint supplies on the ground. The house squeaked as a way of saying you’re welcome.

“I drew another painting of them…~” He looked down at the colorful canvas. It looked exactly like you. You were leaning up against the tree you two were at, holding your sketchbook. He painted exactly what you looked like in the moment.

He walked down the halls, entering a room of Home. The room was filled with painting of you. Just painting of you.

Each painting you were doing normal activities, not even noticing that a certain painter was using you as his muse.

“This piece would look perfect… here” He hung the painting on an empty spot on the wall. “I like it. What do you think Home?” The house squeaked again.

“Maybe one day I can show them these paintings. I would love to see their reaction. After all, why shouldn’t an artist be proud of their work?”

[sycamorality]

there's so much to life you don't notice until it's gone unless you actively make a choice to

the cascading hues of at dawn and dusk of not only the sky itself, but also the clouds above and ground below catching the colors, a rainbow as it appears and disappears in the sky, the vibrant and lush greens of the plantlife, the bright and pretty colors each flower has and snow glittering below the night sky so full of stars. it's almost alien to think we used to be able to see the milky way in the night sky but now we only see so few stars compared to what we used to be able to see.

the sounds of a stream or river running along its path and water foaming, your foot kicking up small rocks that clack together as you walk through a gravel road, the bristling of leaves from a tree canopy, leaves being dragged along the ground by the wind, dry branches cracking under you as you step on them, the soft crunching of snow as something walks through it, the chirping of birds at dawn and throughout the day. i always think about how many birds we're losing where i live. it's estimated corvids will go extinct in the next few decades, and the songbird population has drastically decreased already.

the feeling of gliding your hands through snow, grass, a bush, or against a tree tree trunk, turning a rock around in your palm to look at how it glitters in the light, sitting in a grass field or gravel road, a flower's petals, holding a flower in the palm of your hand, the feathers of a bird, a cold summer breeze, letting your hand float in the water of a lake just down the road from your house and running your hand along fur of a cat. one day they'll be gone, and you'll expect to hear them scratching at your door or meowing in the middle of the day, but when you check for them, you'll remember they aren't there anymore.

[walaskart]

Those Green Eyes

Summary: Loki reaches out from beyond the timelines.

Loki x Reader (No use of Y/N)

A/N I'm just trying to get out of my writing slump so I'm writing the first thing that comes to mind: my darkling Loki <3 Will there be a second part? Hopefully! I want to do it from Loki’s perspective. Also yes, this is cheesy because I like cheesy. Love y'all.

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He came in your dreams, disappearing the second your alarm startled you awake, reminding you of reality. Your life began to feel distant, like there was a part missing only those mischievous green eyes could fill. You rose from bed, rubbing your eyes and trying to grasp on to that laugh you heard last night as you slept. You can’t remember when it started, only how you felt the first time you felt his presence as you slept. As you make your morning coffee, you try to piece together the vague details you could still remember; long, ink black hair, long fingers, his fleeting laugh, those sparkling green eyes. His name. You knew his name it was on the tip of your tongue. L-

Later. Right now you had to focus on what's real, so you walk back to your bedroom, ignoring your unmade bed and picking out an outfit for another day at the antique bookstore you worked at. You picked a simple pink sweater and jeans, too heavy for the summer weather but perfect for the air conditioned store. Now finished with your mug of coffee, you grab your bag with everything you meed for the day and prepare to leave your apartment to start your walk to work.

As you walk down the busy streets of your tourist filled town, suddenly every person you saw reminded you of him. 'Those cheekbones look familiar' 'Those are his lips' 'That’s his hair'. Your eyes dart from person to person, trying to puzzle together the man in your dreams, almost like a collage of features. Though none of them had his eyes. Those effervescent green eyes. Tonight, you think to yourself, I'll look more closely.

Your whole shift, you're head is in the clouds as you answer questions and check out books. You've had dreams of strangers before, but why did he keep reappearing? Why is he stuck in your head? And why can't you remember? You interrogate yourself over and over until your shift ends, looking forward to crashing in bed and see his face once again.

By the time you get home and finish your dinner, you're ready for sleep, somehow feeling closer to him than usual. After your shower, you lie in bed and get as comfortable as you can and feel yourself drift into sleep. I'll see you soon, L-

Your eyes open, taking in your surroundings. Every night it's somewhere different, tonight you're in a field of grass and wild flowers. You look down to see you're wearing a green slip dress and no shoes. You feel the wind rush through your hair and everything returns to you. You remember.

"Loki!" You call, and begin running. You don't know where you're going but you know you'll find him. "Loki!!"

And suddenly there he is. Sitting under a tree in a loose green shirt and black pants, he hears your calls and looks to you with those beautiful green eyes. As he stands and smiles, Loki opens his arms for you to run into.

“My darling,” Loki chuckles as you are enter in his embrace and suddenly you remember every night you've spent with him now. Sitting together, sometimes talking, sometimes not. You remember his stories; his quest for a throne, his family, his adventures, his ending. You remember him listening to your stories of your bookstore in Salem, your search to adopt the perfect cat, your current novel you’re reading. You remember the places he’s taken you in your dreams; any place on Earth you ask for, Asgard, Yggdrasil. Every place was empty, except for the two of you. When you asked, Loki explained none of it was real, just him projecting an image into your dreams.

Tonight, there was no adventure, no stories. Just you and Loki resting in each other’s arms under the tree.

“Good morning, darling.” Loki chuckles and kisses the top of your head. You hear your alarm, quietly at first but slowly growing louder.

As Loki runs his hand through your hair, you think it’d be okay to forget every morning as long as each night you come back to this.

You look up at him and smile. “Until tomorrow night, Loki.”

As long as you come back to those beautiful green eyes.

[cosmic-crybaby]

Break My Heart Again- Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 1

Summary: After being childhood friends, you and Thomas made a promise one day to get married, but when he returned from France, he came back a completely different man.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, tommy before the war (Lowkey OOC) 

She's known Tommy almost all her life. They met one day at the cut when he was ten, trading cigarettes with the other kids, and she was eight, tagging along with her older cousin. It was merely a passing glance, maybe an introduction of names, but she hadn't seen him until years later. At the ripe age of twelve and fourteen, when he defended her when the older boys pulled at her hair and pushed her around. She was forever grateful to him after witnessing him take in three in a fight, punching the daylights out of one, shoving another's head into the mud, and threatening the third. 'If you ever come near her again, I'll fuckin' take your eyes!'. That was enough to scare them off. The two were almost inseparable ever since. Years of growing up together the two would often get into mischief together and cause trouble in the smoky streets of Small Heath. As [name] got a little older, the more she started to fall for the future gangster, and the more time passed, the more she started to change.

And of course, Thomas began to notice.

By the time they were seventeen and fifteen, the two delinquent teenagers seemed to be more than friends. The way Thomas would hold her hand as they run up the grassy hills, the way [name] would stare into his eyes as they lay on the grass under the shaded tree.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Tommy Shelby..." She spoke softly, her voice was like heaven to him. "I can't picture myself beside anyone else," She admitted. Thomas just stared into her eyes, his soft hands rising to brush his knuckles against her cheek, tucking away the pieces of hair that came undone from her clip.

"You don't have to...because I'm going to make a promise to you [name]," He suddenly sat up, causing her to sit up as well and gaze at him in confusion.

"What kind of promise?" She asked, curiously. He opens his mouth to speak then quickly closes it before thinking for a moment. Collecting his words carefully. Clearing his throat so his voice wouldn't crack, because he knew he wouldn't hear the end of it from her if that happened.

"That one day, when I have me own money and me own house, we will get married," He finished confidently. She sat there, her lips slightly agape.

"Stop joking around!" She laughed, swatting at his arm, causing him to laugh as well and to catch her hand before she should hit him again. This time both of his hands enveloped hers as he stared at her with a content smile.

"I'm being serious, trust me when I say I want to marry you one day [Name] [Lastname]!" He said, laughter hidden within his words. She thought for a moment then nodded once, reaching for his hand. She kissed the back of his hand, her soft lips were warm upon his skin.

"Okay, promise," She smiled lovingly as he returned the kiss on her hand before bringing her close to kiss her forehead.

"Promise,"

In the years that followed that day, she was by his side, even when he was starting to work at the betting shop with his family. At first, she was just there for moral support, but right when she finished high school Polly saw her potential and how educated she was, and on the spot, she was hired. Checking the maths and records in each book, making sure everything was in its place.

It was a dream being with Tommy at nearly every waking hour. Of course nothing would go beyond holding hands, gently touches, and friendly affection . But even when those were at a minimum, she was falling in love with him.

Her love for him only grew since they first met. It was unconditional love and ever since he made that promise to her, she only fell harder. It almost felt like she was already married to him. With the way he kissed her forehead or cheek, the way he was so kind to her and checked in on her work whenever he needed an escape, and how he would tell her he loved her. Every night after work when he walked her home. He would kiss her knuckles, her cheek, and her lips before saying.

"Goodnight [name], I'll pick you up in the morning, I love you,"

It wasn’t until she began to notice his slow distance from her. At first, she thought nothing of it as he wouldn’t give her as much affection as he normally did. Her hands grew cold as they were empty from his. His touch was slowly detaching from her own. The emotional distance was noticed quickly, but the physical distance made her heart cold. He went from seeing her every day to nearly every other day, now...she was lucky to even catch him at the betting shop.  As much as she wanted to convince herself that it was nothing, she couldn’t help the emptiness she suddenly felt. She had wondered what he was so busy with and deep down she had hoped he hadn’t gotten in any more trouble than he already was getting himself into.

The weeks and months went by, her resentment for Tommy only grew. On the days he went to the shop, she tried to make her presence known, nothing but a simple "Hi [name],"would be his response. Sometimes not even making eye contact with her.

One day, in 1914, he approached her in her office. She was too busy organizing files and writing down and calculating the records to make sure they were accurate. She didn't even notice his presence at first. He stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets as he stared at her, waiting for her to pay him any mind. 

“I’m busy,” She simply mumbled, seeing him in the peripheral vision of her eyes. He scoffs before stepping in further and closing the door behind him. 

“So that’s how you treat me now, eh?” He asked, sitting across from her in a chair. He was met with silence as she kept her eyes glued to the page. “[Name]” He called. 

Again, silence. 

Tommy suddenly slammed the book shut and grabbed the pen that was in her hand.

“Hey! I'm trying to work, you just made me lose my spot!” She shouts, quickly standing up as the chair behind her scrapped against the wood floor loudly.

Tommy just smirks. She stomp towards him to retrieve the pen back, but the older boy just held it above her head as he extended his arm up, barely just out of her reach. 

“Thomas, this isn’t funny!” She pleads. He just laughs. 

“There you are, finally acknowledging me,”  

She sighed in defeat and set herself back on her feet, holding his gaze with a glare.

“What do you want now? Go on with it, Polly needs these by the end of the day and she’ll have my neck if I don’t have em ready,” She crossed her arms over her chest. Tommy let his arm down, setting the pen on the desk. 

“What makes you think I want something?” He asked. Her eyes widened slightly. 

“I don’t see you for months and you barely even talk to me let alone look at me whenever you’re here, so this sudden change in behavior is quite a shocking one,” She explained, her tone still stern. She was met with his eyes, a guilty look on his face. 

“I know...I know and I do apologize-” 

“You were supposed to be my closest friend, Thomas...” She interrupted him. Her voice was calm, almost meek. 

“I am your closest friend, never forget that [name],” He held her slumping shoulders. She takes an exhale through her nose. 

“Listen to me...I’m sorry, I had some prior engagements that needed my attention,” He said quietly as he tried to get her to look into his eyes. 

“I know but I just wished you had just talked to me...I felt so alone,” 

Thomas held his breath and clenched his jaw. He couldn’t tell her now...Not yet at least. 

“When you’re with me, you’ll never really be alone,” He told her, holding her close. She knew there was some truth to his words but pushed herself away from him. 

“I have to get back to work,” She said. He rolls his eyes at her sudden coldness.

“I’m not leaving until I get a smile out of you...and maybe an ‘I love you’,” He smirked, still holding her, his hands on her shoulder blades. She scoffs, giving him a small, ingenuine smile. 

“Happy?” She asked. He shook his head. His hands slowly crept to her sides, going unnoticed by her. 

“Tommy...” He gave her that look. That look of mischief. “Don’t you dare-” But her warning came too late. His fingers began digging into her sides, it didn’t take long before she began giggling profusely. 

“Tommy stop! I can’t- I can’t breath!” She squealed in between fits of laughter as she tried to push his hands away. He was too strong. 

“Tell me you love me [name]!” He laughed. 

“N-No! Never!” She laughed, the tears in her eyes started to seep down her cheeks. 

“Say it [name] and I’ll stop!,” 

“Fine! I love you Thomas Shelby!” She gave in. The tickling had stopped, yet she barely caught her breath when Tommy pulled her close and picked her up from the ground and kissed her cheeks. 

“I love you too, [name] [lastname],” He said quietly. Looking into his eyes made her even forget why she was upset with him. He looked at her with perfect love in his eyes and a small smile on his lips as he quickly kissed her hand before leaving her to continue your work. 

 A week later, Tommy had told her the secret he had been keeping from her. Finally letting it out. 

“No...Tell me it’s a lie...” She was in denial. Shaking her head as the tears welled up her eyes. 

“[Name]-”

“No...”

“[Name] please...listen to me,” He approached. 

“Please don’t do this you don’t have to do this!” She cried. 

“We have to go, [name]...it’s the only choice,” He calmly stated. 

“To put your lives on the line? To leave your family behind to leave me behind?” 

The silence was daunting. She sniffled and turned away from him. 

“I understand the sacrifice you’re making, but I can’t bare the thought of my life without you...Arthur, John, you...You three have been in me life every day since I was a child, if you were to never come back I don’t know what I would do without you,” She shook her head as she choked up once again. 

“Don’t think of it that way, love...We will come back once it’s over...and when it’s over I will come back to you,” 

“Tommy...” She felt his hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“You will be the one I am living for...who I am looking forward to come home to...” He steps in front of her, grabbing her cheeks in the palm of his hands as they locks eyes.

“I don’t want to lose you,” She whispered. He pressed his forehead to hers. Closing her eyes tightly to stop the tears.

“You won’t...I promise,” 

She has always known for Tommy to keep his promises. But deep own she wasn't sure if this was within his control. And it scared her. Shattered her heart and soul to know he was leaving in just a few weeks. Every day after that he spent every moment with her as if it were his last, even though it felt like it to her. 

The day the three Shelby brothers left, Polly, Ada, and Martha were in shambles. [Name] tried to stay strong but the second she approached the train station she began to tear up. 

She had said your goodbyes to John and Arthur first as she held off her departure from Tommy. She stood in front of him, he seemed to put on a brave face for his family and for her but she could read right through him. He was just as scared as she was. She embraced him tightly. 

“I will write to you every day...and pray for you three while you’re gone,” [name] told him. He nods quietly, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a small, simple, ring to held it to her.  

“Remember that promise we made when we were kids?” He asked. 

“That we’d get married one day?” She nods.  

“I am giving this to you, so that when I do return we will get married...That way I will come home with a purpose...to marry you,” He said. She gasped a bit as he slipped the golden band on her ring finger. 

“Just promise me you’ll never take it off, for as long as I live and love you,” 

“I promise,” She smiled at him. He gave [name] a quick kiss. The train whistle blows. 

“Come home to us soon...please,” She begs. He nods again before Arthur and John pulled him away to board the train. 

Watching the men wave off their families as the train took off was heartbreaking. The four women of Small Heath held onto each other, comforting each other when they watched the three men in their lives leave on a train. [Name] rested her head on Polly’s shoulder as she rubbed the young girls back, quietly sobbing beside her.

[Name] went home that day, sitting alone as she twirled the ring on her finger, counting the days until his first letter came. 

[cozage]

Hello! How are you doing today?

I’d like to request some headcannons on how the reader would like to cuddle with the strawhats!

I imagine that on the lazy days where not much of anything happens, that the reader would just love to spend their time with their s/o and enjoy the break while they still could.

A/N: I did everyone, because I think they will all cuddle with you, so take them each as you want. Chopper is platonic dont be on my ass about this please, i didn’t want to exclude him

Characters: gn reader x the Strawhats

Cw: just cute fluff!!!

Total word count: 600

Sleepy Afternoons

Luffy lays in the hammock with you pulled in closely against his chest. You’re curled into him tightly, your leg over his, sleeping soundly. His arm is wrapped around you, and he absently rubs his thumb against your back, staring up at the sky. He doesn’t like to be still usually, but he does like to be this close to you.

Zoro leans his back against the side of the ship, the sun shining down on you both. Your head is laying on his stomach, your body resting in between his legs. He’s drifting in and out of sleep, stirred awake whenever he feels you move against him. When he can’t sleep, his fingers pull at small strands of hair and braid them, watching his crewmates run around the ship.

Sanji sits in the dining table booth, with your head in his lap. You’re outstretched in the booth, sleeping soundly. His one hand holds a cigarette between his lips, the other resting against your head, softly stroking your hair. He always takes this time to read the News Coo, a quiet moment you all can share in the afternoon without too many interruptions.

Usopp sleeps on a makeshift bed in his workshop, with his arm wrapped around your torso. He’s pressed into you closely, spooning you as you both sleep soundly. Your head rests on a pillow, and his head rests against yours. His hair poofs out and tickles your nose occasionally, causing you to shift slightly and brush his hair away subconsciously while you both take a midday rest.  

Franky lays out beside you on the deck, with your faces close to each other. Both of you are facing each other so only your eyes meet, but you’re asleep at the moment. He likes to lay on his side and watch you dream. Your face twitches occasionally, and he lays there and wonders what you dream about. He doesn’t dream much, but he likes to watch you quietly, not touching you in fear that you’ll wake up. 

Chopper is curled up into your chest as you both lay out on the grass of the Sunny. His head is pressed against your cheek, and you are both snoring softly. Occasionally he shifts, and your hand moves to steady him to make sure he doesn’t fall off you. No matter how you all are laying, he’s always wrapped tightly in your arms, protecting him from danger.  

Brook sits under the tree on the Sunny, enjoying the shade on a sweltering day. Thankfully he having no skin means he doesn’t sweat, but the heat is still suffocating. But when you fall asleep next to him, your head on his shoulder, he stays still as a statue and never complains. He’s not sure how you can find comfort in someone who’s just bones, but he’s happy you’re there. 

Nami’s head rests on your stomach, the two of you laying together to form a “T”. Sometimes your roles are reversed, but she prefers to have a pillow, and you don't mind playing that role. Your hands will sometimes brush through her hair, and her fingers trace your skin, connecting the freckles to one another with invisible lines created by her touch.  

Robin rests in bed, letting you press into her back as you sleep. She prefers to be the little spoon, and you love to fall asleep to the smell of her shampoo. Your arm rests on her side, you’re not holding her tightly but you like her close to you. She reads her book quietly or stares out the window while you drift off into sleep until she chooses to join you in the land of dreams. 

[bluegalaxygirl]

If your request are still open I would like to add a request.

Maybe some Zolu x Reader head-canons, like what would happen if they were to have kids?

Yes my requests are open and id love to do this I'll do Zosan though since I'm not to sure about Zolu at the moment sorry:) Reader is female

Warning: Bad language and fluff

As i was writing this i came up with a bunch of ideas so i'll be making two more stories and linking them. thank you for the request i enjoyed this so much :) <3

^ Your baby would be 100% protected no matter what. The whole crew would be down to fight if anything happened to your baby but Sanji and Zoro would be pissed and run right in to help. No one will ever touch their baby and one of you or the crew will always be with her. Gods forbid someone makes your baby cry, Sanji and Zoro will give them a death glare until they say sorry or run away.

^ Your first child would be a girl and it was your idea to call her Kuina after Zoro's childhood friend, Zoro loved it and was so grateful to have you and Sanji in his life. You would all take turns getting up at night with your baby but the boys made it a point to let you sleep more since you did have the baby and are providing the milk.

^ Sanji is in love from the moment he laid his eyes on his baby girl and would carry her around when ever he could, would never smoke around his baby and will start eating breath mints after a cigarette, no one told him to do it but he didn't want his daughter to get second hand smoke.

^ Zoro would take naps with your baby girl, you have to remind at first not to sleep in direct sunlight with her, but he soon got it and started sleeping either inside or under the tree on the grass deck, the baby would either be in her basket or on his chest. He loves to have his baby on his chest, she feels so warm.

^ Sanji would differently have the baby in the kitchen when he's cooking, having her sit in her high chair and showing her ingredients and telling her everything she needs to know, he'd let her taste things and listen to her babble with a "Yes, you think so?" or "That's a great idea".

^ When you and Sanji dance in the kitchen your baby love to watch, clapping along to the music and giggling at the two of you. Sanji will pick her up and let her join you two giving his two favorite girls compliments and kisses.

^ When you and Zoro work out together you like to have the baby in the room, She sleeps very well almost like the sound of the weights and you two talking lulls her to sleep. When she is awake you love to put her on a blanket on the floor and do push-ups above her, when coming down you blow on her belly or kiss her head making her giggle, her hands tend to grab your hair or nose, but she's so fucking cute you can't stop her.

^ Zoro falls in love all over again watching you and his baby, sometimes he'll just stop mid set watching you two. He 100% the kind of dad that makes his daughter feel strong, like when she squeezes his finger he'll fall to his knees and pretend like she's forcing him down "Oh no my baby girls too strong... please have mercy" his baby will giggle and let go, so he can kiss her forehead.

^ When the three of you are out you love to have the baby in your arms but if you get tired Sanji or Zoro are more than happy to hold her, Sanji will show off his baby when ever possible, lady's will swoon over him and the baby in his arms, but he's starting to flirt less and brag more about his baby girl and the woman who helped made her.

^ While out Zoro will either hand the baby in his kimono wrapped up tight, so she won't fall out or when she's old enough, on his shoulders letting her see the world and play with his hair. You or Sanji will always be with him when out with the baby, so he doesn't get lost and make you two worry, it happened once and you almost had a heart attack while Sanji almost killed Zoro.

^ You are praised a lot by the two, telling you how much they love you and thanking you for this bundle of joy. They make sure your well rested and well-fed, if you ever need time alone or away from the baby there is no problem, they will take care of things for you. You will get a lot of hugs and kisses when ever they see you, telling you how good you look even if you feel like shit.

^ Zoro and Sanji will spend time together in the aquarium bar with your baby, showing her the fish or letting her sleep while the two spend time together, they would love it of you joined them but sometimes you need time away or you have work to do. They will cuddle with each other and either sleep or talk quietly while your baby sleeps.

^ When your baby started talking her first word as "Berry" she loves strawberries, raspberries and blueberries but none of you expected that to be her first words. Her names for you are Mum and Mommy and for Sanji and Zoro she seems to only call Zoro Dad and Sanji Daddy.

----- Now for the crew, Friends & Foes -----

^ Luffy loves your baby girl, he always wants to bring her on adventures that the three of you have to stop. Luffy considers your baby girl a part of his crew but when she's old enough to talk he asks her to join his crew and before any of you three can stop him she answers yes. Luffy is your baby's uncle there's no doubt about it and when she started to talk it was hard for her to say Luffy or Uncle, so she started calling him Lu or Lulu.

^ Nami is one of your best friend's, but she wasn't to sure about your baby at first, it was mainly fear of doing something wrong or getting puked on but over time she starts to interact more with her and the first time she holds your baby girl she didn't want to let her go. Your daughter has been obsessed with Nami's hair form day one and loves to run her small hand through the navigator's hair, she never grabs, pulls or tried to eat it, you think she just loves the color and feel. At first, she started calling Nami Ore but when she could finally say Orange she started calling her that.

^ Usopp was a nervous wreck, he said a lot of stuff before the baby was born about being the best uncle and how good he is with baby's but when the baby was put into his arms he froze, he was scared to move or even breath, but he got a little more confident around her. He went over the top when baby proofing the ship but you didn't mind better to be safe than sorry. Your daughter thinks of him as her second uncle and loves to watch him make things, but he always panics when she gets a few feet too close to his tools, she laughs about it though and sits with Zoro watching him form afar. She likes to call him Nose, but she also calls him opp from time to time.

^ Robin is 100% the auntie to your daughter, she helps out a lot with the baby and often reads to her. She finds your baby so cute she can't help but blush when ever she starts babbling, she used to read your baby kids books but soon turned to history books, Sanji wasn't sure at first but Robin told him that the baby was smart, and she wouldn't read her anything graphic. Zoro was also weary of it but after sitting with them one time he realized it was ok, your baby enjoyed it and Robin mostly taught her about ancient city's and skypia. Your baby looks at Robin with so much wonder and calls her Ant since she couldn't say Auntie at first.

^ Chopper loves but also fears your daughter, he helped you through your pregnancy, the birth and check up's afterwords, if you or the boys have any concerns he's the one you go to. He mainly fears your daughter because she's convinced he's a real living teddy bear, she'll rub his fur, hug him but when she was teething she often tried to bite his antlers. You, Zoro and Sanji tired your best to explain things to her or get her to stop but it took a while. She of course calls him Teddy or Fluffy and smiles when ever she sees him.

^ Franky made her cry the first time he met her, his large figure leaning over to look at her made her scream and cry, he cried too getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. It took a while for your daughter to get used to him, he made toys for her and would always use his tiny hand to interact with her as not to scare her. She starts really liking him as she gets older, she laughs when ever he does something silly, and she tends to copy him when ever he does his Super stance, her name for him is Robo and she refuse to call him anything else.

^ Brook and your Daughter had a strange meeting, they both just stared at each other for a solid minute before she starts laughing, it made every surprised, you thought she would be scared of him, but she wasn't, in fact she was fascinated by him, and he bent down to let her feel his skull. When ever she see's him she likes to touch his face or pull on his finger's, she loves his laugh and tried to mimic it at times. You often sing your baby to sleep but if your having trouble Brook will lend a hand and lightly place the violin while you sing, you baby falls asleep almost instantly. She loves to call him skelly or skull.

^ Jinbe is a big help in calming you or your boys down when your upset or frustrated over something to do with the baby, most of the time its you three doubting yourselves, but he's there for you, he thinks your daughter is amazing and your daughter loves to hear the man talk, its like when ever he does she can't turn away form him its something about his voice. She calls him Jin or Jolly and when ever she see's another fish man she loves to wave at them or say hi to them.

^ The heart pirates helped you through your birth, Chopper needed help and asked Law who wasn't too happy at first but agreed to help. You had the baby on the sunny so all the heart pirates where on the sub, but they really wanted to see your baby. they boo'd their captain when he said they were leaving, but they didn't fight him. Almost a month later they finally, met your baby, and she loved Bepo he was a big fluffy teddy in her eyes, and she loved Penguin's and Shachi's hats, the two took it upon themselves to get your baby a Dolphin hat, and she loves it. Law said he didn't feel any kinda way towards your baby, but he was so gentle with her and the slight blush on his cheeks gave away that he did think she was cute. The only member she was scared of was Jean Bart, he was a large man, but he was also super kind and gave your baby a lot of space.

^ Kid pirates had no idea you were even pregnant, your baby was over a year by the time they met up with the straw hats again and it was a chance meeting. You, Sanji and Zoro were out shopping, your baby girl on Zoro's shoulders until you bumped into Kid and Killer, The captain raised an eyebrow at you four before blurting out about you guys having a kid, Zoro handed Sanji the baby girl before yelling at Kid to back off. While those two argued Killer walked up to you and Sanji and the cooks instinct was to raise his leg up to protect your baby but you placed a hand on his leg, telling him it's ok. Killer went eye level with your baby and reached a finger out your baby taking it and shaking his hand as the man laughed a little and your baby girl laughed too. Kid and Zoro finally stopped fighting to see your baby and Killer interact, your baby touched the mans mask and her eyes were so kind. Kid sighs before congratulating you all and walking away, Killer waving goodbye too. It was a strange encounter but luckily there was no harm done. (Link)

^ When the Vinsmoke family found out they where pissed but didn't do anything about it, the only one who did care was Reiju, but she kept it to herself. She sent a gift basket and a card getting it special delivered to the sunny, Sanji cried when he saw it and it made you tear up a little too but you were all thankful to her. There was chance meeting with the three germa 66 boys that didn't go so well though (Link)

^ Mihawk and Perona had very different ways of interacting with your daughter, but they both really wanted to meet her, Mihawk sent a letter out along with a log post inviting you all to his castle, Perona wrote in it too asking all kinds of questions like what toy's does she like? Does she like pink? what's her favorite food? ect, you never thought the ghost girl would be interested in your baby but you were proven wrong (Link)

[employee052]

[A new ending and a new beginning.] (art + a fic)

[I accidentally wrote a lot for the art piece, so the full art is at the end under the cut!]

"An odd silence fell between the two of them as the sun began to gently rise from its slumber and out into the sky above. A soft drizzle pouring onto the ground below as Stanley clung to the jacket resting on his shoulders. The breeze hitting his skin as he realized what this was.

It was weather.

It was the rain. It was the cool breeze against his skin, the warmth of the sun above, the grass below him, the trees surrounding him.

It was freedom. Just like the way the two had hoped that they would one day see.

The Narrator smiled softly, Gently grabbing Stanley's hand as they sat side by side on the hilltop.

He gazed out into the world around them. The sunlight making his eyes shine a familiar yellow as he turned to see all there was to see in that moment alone. There was an odd sense of finality to his face, as though he was conjuring another story in his mind. Only this time, there were no more endings, no more resets.

Simply a story with a beginning and an end.

Stanley looked at him curiously, nudging his arm as The Narrator turned to face him with a guilty look.

This made Stanley nervous. Despite having only seen the Narrator in person for a short amount of time, in all his time within the office, he never once imagined that the same man that he was hearing all this time would be sitting beside him looking at him like he was his world.

And perhaps he was, Stanley thought to himself.

'It's funny, isn't it Stanley?' The Narrator asked in a low rumble, 'To think, the ending we've both desperately dreamed of achieving, and all you had to do was get me to listen."

Stanley smiled, it was a challenge to get him to stop without a voice. An even bigger challenge to get him to listen to what he had to say.

Yet as his legs ached from running up those stairs towards the escape pod, The Narrator holding his hand as he wondered if they were really about to be freed. Stanley knew that he would do it all again if it meant that the two of them could sit on this hill together for just a brief moment.

The Narrator sighed, looking down at their hands in silent acceptance. Gently caressing soft circles on the back of Stanley's hand.

Stanley didn't need to look. The weight in his chest telling him all that he needed to know.

Stanley kept his eyes on the Narrator's face. Set on dedicating it to memory as the soft wisps of distortion chipping off the Narrator's body. His coat on his shoulders growing steadily lighter.

'It's okay,' The Narrator reassured, his free hand wrapping around Stanley's torso in a gentle side hug. 'We've both achieved our freedom. Even if it was for a brief moment.'

A sob escaped Stanley's throat. A soft gasp before he broke out into tears. He pulled The Narrator in for a hug, clinging desperately to him as he felt him hug back. The two of them holding onto each other desperately as the ending was in sight.

'Oh... I have so many things I wish to tell you Stanley.'

Stanley felt the Narrators lips press against his head tenderly.

'But this isn't my ending to live. It's simply another beginning to your own story.'

The two stayed like this for another moment. Holding each other in their arms as the stars faded for the morning skies' hues to colour the atmosphere above them. Tears streaming down their faces. Stanley felt the Narrator's grip grow weaker feeling the distortion grow more intense as he clung to him even harder.

'Stanley, would you mind if I narrate this moment for us? For old times sake.' He whispered. 'It will be different, I promise.'

Stanley chuckled quietly. His shoulders shaking as he nodded, wiping his tears. For once, he never thought his lines would bring him this much comfort.

The Narrator coughed, the distortion about to overtake him as he pulled Stanley in closer. Speaking with whole chest befitting for a true and final ending.

'And so, Stanley and The Narrator could feel the breeze against their skin. A new ending, and a new beginning for them both. The feeling of freedom within themselves.'

'This was exactly the way, right now, that things were meant to happen.'

'And Stanley was free.' "

[The End]

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[For different versions of the art!- uh... we can only have one cut, so just... scroll down lmao]