#I’m not joking when I say I think they grow them in the garden in the Underworld
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Part 1
Steve visits Eddie often. He loves being around the other man, loves how kind Eddie is, how funny he is for someone who rules the dead. He seems to love making Steve laugh and is always cracking jokes that send the goddess into giggles.
Honestly, Steve spends more time than he should in the Underworld, but Eddie has so many duties to tend to, it makes more sense for Steve to come to him than the other way around.
It’s nearly a year since he met Eddie that his joy is brought to an end. Steve is summoned to Olympus, is told that his visits are sending the world into chaos.
He didn’t know that traveling to the Underworld would cut the human world off from his magic, that the plants that bloomed with his presence would die off when the connection is severed.
Zeus bans him from visiting Hades, and Steve ignores the smug look on Ares’ face, the pitying looks from Hera and Aphrodite. Not all of the gods are here to witness his humiliation, but there are enough to make him flush with shame, to have him leaving as soon as he's able to.
Aphrodite catches him before he gets too far, her hair and robes both immaculate even as tears stream down her face. “Ares told them where you were going. I tried to stop him, but he’s… bitter. Jealous.”
She takes his hand, holds it between her own. “I can tell that your feelings are true, and that Hades feels the same for you. I wish I could help you, Persephone. You both deserve happiness.”
And like a stroke of lightning, Steve knows what must be done.
He thanks her and leaves Olympus, finds the nearest gate and descends into the Underworld. Cerberus is given three loving pets as Steve passes by, heading to the garden behind Eddie’s home.
The plants have been thriving thanks to Steve’s frequent visits, the flowers are in full bloom and the plants that can fruit are full and heavy with produce. He plucks a pomegranate from its branch, and stares at it as he remembers.
The goddess had found Eddie eating one on his third or fourth visit, and the older had stopped him when he’d gone to grab a few of the seeds for himself.
“You can’t eat anything grown in this realm. You’ll be stuck here if you do.”
Eddie had looked almost sad as he’d said it, and Steve had tipped his head to the side.
“Are you saying you don’t want me around?”
“No! I mean, I would-” Eddie stopped himself, took a breath. “You don’t belong down here. This place is far too dark, too bleak. It doesn’t deserve you.”
And Steve could read between the lines, could hear what Eddie wasn’t saying. He had ignored it at the time, let Eddie be right, but now? Now Steve knows that Eddie is the only one who deserves him.
Call him selfish, but no one has ever treated Steve the way Eddie does, has cared for him so, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days in the Underworld, side by side with the man he loves.
He tears open the pomegranate as a voice comes from the house.
“Steve? I didn’t realize you were here.”
Steve turns to face him, and Eddie’s eyes drop to Steve’s hands, dripping with red as he holds the fruit in his hands. His face pales and his eyes jump back to Steve’s.
“What are you doing?” he asks, taking a cautious step forward.
“Do you love me?” Steve asks in return. Just seeing Eddie has firmed his decision, and he stands, unwavering as he watches the other man pause at the question.
“I do. More than anything.” Eddie seems nervous, but his voice is steady, and Steve knows he's telling the truth.
“If I asked it, would you let me stay? Let me stand by your side for the rest of time itself?”
Eddie steps closer, now in arms reach. “I would. I would not turn you away, even if it meant my life.”
Steve’s eyes don’t waver from Eddie’s as he scrapes a handful of seeds from the fruit and shoves them in his mouth.
The juice is tart at first, but is followed by a delicious sweetness, something that reminds Steve of Eddie himself, and as he swallows, Steve can feel the shift within him.
Hands grab his face and the fruit falls to the ground as Steve grabs Eddie in return, both meeting in a desperate kiss. Magic flows between them, invisible threads tying them together in a bond so concrete, even the Fates themselves could not cut them.
They pull back after a moment, and Steve’s eyes drop to the red smear across Eddie’s mouth, something that is surely mirrored across his own.
“My wonderful little goddess,” Eddie mutters, awestruck as he places another kiss to Steve’s lips, more tender than the last.
“You're stuck with me now,” the goddess responds, sending them both into giggles, and yeah. It feels good to be selfish.
(Later, Steve will cut a deal with the rest of the gods. He will come back for half a year at a time and tend to his duties, leaving his beloved twin Demeter in charge while he’s gone, in exchange for Zeus’ blessing to have children. Zeus will have no choice but to agree.)
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Tagging @stardustonpages because they respectfully asked for more <3
#Im not specifying other gods but i did have characters in mind while writing them#The only thing ill confirm is that Robin is Demeter#Dustin is Zagreus and Max is Melinoe#I’m not joking when I say I think they grow them in the garden in the Underworld#They just grow two babies like plants and they’re fucking cherished#They come into the world screaming and covered in dirt#and Hades and Persephone experience love at first sight all over again but different#hades and persephone au#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steve x eddie#stranger things#joey writes#listen i know i posted the first part yesterday#but yall#the muses have me tight in their grip#ficlet
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I love your writing! I saw that your requests were open do to mind doing Johnny Cage x reader? (Gender is your choice) like reader is a god/goddess and somehow falls in love with an earthrealmer?
“TOO CLOSE TO THE HEART” JOHNNY CAGE X GODDESS!READER
A/N : surprisingly this is my first Johnny fic lmao. Also a little bit of info the goddess is of nature and virtue
WARNINGS ; none
MASTERLIST
Johnny was a ladies man. Usually he turned on the charm for every woman. But then he met you and his sole attention was on you.
You’ve told him time and time again that you did not mingle with mortals but he didn’t give up.
Johnny often flirted with you but not like how he usually flirted with women. He still kept it respectful because at the end of the day- you were a goddess.
Usually you were able to not fall for his advances but this time you couldn’t resist.
You were in your garden and helped your pretty flowers blossom. You looked over to your left and saw Johnny looking upset with a flower pot. He was sitting at a picnic table.
The flower pot held a flower that was barley alive.
You were quite concerned for Johnny. He was usually full of light but he looked really upset.
You walked over to him and sat down next to him. “What’s the matter? Someone make fun of one of your films?” You chose to joke.
Johnny sighed. The joke didn’t hit with him. You now were extremely worried. He scratched the back of his neck and he passed you the dying flower. “I know how much you like flowers so I was trying to grow one myself for you but…taking care of a flower is a lot harder than I thought.”
Something about this notion was incredibly thoughtful. You were the Goddess of Nature. Flowers were your everything. So, for Johnny trying to bloom one for you melted your heart. It meant he did care about the things you cared about.
You took the pot. “Lucky for you, I am Goddess of all things nature so…” You used your power and the flower started to regenerate into a healthy golden tone. “It’s all healed.”
Johnny smiled at what you did. “That’s pretty cool that you can do that.”
“Oh really? Because what I heard from Kung Lao, you thought it was pretty lame.”
“Well-that was before I got to know you and now I think it’s kick ass.” Johnny stated. You chuckled a little.
You then thought of something. “Why did you do this or try to do this for me any way?”
Johnny gave you a look like it was obvious. “Come on, doll. Don’t be naive. You know I like you.” He sighed a little. “But you don’t got a thing for mortals so I probably should just leave it be.”
You watched as Johnny was about to stand up from the table. You grabbed his arm and made him sit back down. “You are sweet…when you want to be Johnny and it’s not that I don’t want to but it’s unrealistic to be with you. I am immortal. One day, you’ll die.”
“Hey, I’d be one lucky old man to have you on my death bed and you’ll still look that good.”
You shook your head slightly. “I have a lot of responsibilities. We can’t be together twenty four seven.”
“And I’m a hot shot director now. Same here.” Johnny could see that you were starting to get convinced so he took your hands in his. “Come on! One shot. That’s all I’m asking, babe.”
You thought about it. Johnny had been showing relentless interest in you. And after the flower thing, you couldn’t help but say yes. “Alright. We’ll give it a shot.” Johnny fist pumped the air and you rolled your eyes playfully.
Your eyes glowed a bright green. (Because of your Goddess nature.) Johnny tilted his head as he stared into them. “Say, how do you walk out in public with your eyes like that?”
“I don’t.” You stated simply and your eyes changed to your human eye color. Johnny blinked his eyes in shock as he saw them. “Wow. You should wear your eyes like that more often.”
You return your eyes back to their God like nature. “You don’t like my eyes, Johnny?”
“Nah. You look hot either way, babe.” Johnny leaned in to give you a kiss but you placed a finger on his lips.
“In time I will see if you are worthy of that.”
“You know I like a challenge.”
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“ ࣭⸰ ★ WHEN SPRING COMES . . .
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀呪術廻戦 ; megumi fushiguro x fem reader
⊹ ⠀⠀ your love for megumi can be compared to a snowflake; delicate and beautiful, stunning and unique. however, spring is coming— and eventually, all snowflakes have to melt. (1.2k)
contains; hanahaki au, rejection, angst, implied death
author's note; this is 2 years old pls forgive me,, n hanahaki used to be my favorite trope IM SORRY I POST IT SM ajskl
it’s been over a decade, fifteen years really, of the never-ending winter that you’ve grown so accustomed to. the settled snow has been your comfort zone, a weighted blanket tying you down to his presence since primary school, freezing the ribbon that tied your heart to his for eternity— though only now, you realize that ribbon is a chain, shackling you to a hopeless series of unrequited feelings that could never be returned. you’ve imprisoned yourself to an idea of love that never was. love that you viewed as your personal one-of-a kind snowflake between the two of you; something special and passionate with no barriers or boundaries, which softly flurried around you for your entire lives...
...but snowflakes melt when they touch the ground.
the soft powder is nothing but water now; dirtied water on the blood-ridden pavement, speckled with pink petals of a flower that you used to love. the snowflake is dying. it’s dead. and spring has come.
“tilt your head up,” megumi murmurs with the softest, most lovely voice you’ve ever heard. “you’ve still got some on your chin.”
he’s being generous with his words. you know your skin is stained red, dripping with blood and broken leaves that refuse to be wiped away. luckily for you, he tells you that red is his favorite color— that the scarlet shade compliments your complexion and makes you look beautiful— but you know he’s lying.
the deep clots and black chunks would send anyone into a nauseous fit, he’s too kind to you.
you wish he would be horrible. that he’d hurdle insulting comments, awful remarks, and unforgivable curses— but he’d never.
— and you love him for that.
it’s too bad that he doesn’t feel the same.
he never has.
he never will.
“does that feel alright?” his washcloth is cold and damp. it’s a muddied mahogany after previously being a gorgeous forrest green. “it’s still warm, right?”
you nod, believing that one more lie won’t hurt your already dreadful situation. “i think you’ve got it all,” the reflection before you is one you recognize, a person of the past that you can’t seem to let go of no matter how many hours you spend wishing them away. “thank you, really.”
despite the normal appearance you now display, with rose-tinted cheeks and swollen eyes, there’s a garden growing in the sink. vines slithering their way down the drain as the water stream attempts to rid them from view. torn tulip petals are strewn across the bathroom floor, and in another life perhaps it would have been romantic to see a flower petal pathway leading towards the bedroom— that’s not your life though. you’ve been left with emptiness and a void of feelings with no return.
“i’m always here to hold your hair back, i hope you know that.” he smiles with kindness, a genuine goodness that can only be portrayed by him. he’s the best person you know. there’s no mystery as to why you fell for him all those years ago, and why that love has followed you through adulthood. “it’s almost pretty…y’know, in a morbid way.”
hm, funny. morbidly beautiful.
“yeah,” you reply in a snap. “maybe they can be my funeral flowers.”
you've made him angry.
“don’t even joke about that, what the hell?” megumi always gets upset when you say those type of things. his vision turns red and he’s blinded by his own sadness that he forgets that he’s the cause— he’s the calamity that uprooted your formally blissful life. he’s the one who fell in love with someone new.
winter could’ve lasted forever had he not gone to class that day.
it could raged onwards had he not met her.
you could’ve been hand-in-hand dancing beneath the moonlight on a snowy eve if she hadn’t asked for directions to the library. his kisses could’ve been peppering your face rather than hers if only you’d been more fun, more outgoing, more persuasive, more everything, then maybe he would’ve stayed.
but megumi didn’t stay...
...he left.
he left as the leaves grew on the barren trees and pollen drifted through the breeze. he said his brief goodbyes to your heart while his chased her’s in yearning. he didn’t so much as glance your way as the hanahaki roots planted themselves in your heart— only choosing to show concern after they’d already grown terminal. he disappeared from your point of view before you could even acknowledge his absence— which was and continues to be unfair.
megumi was yours and now he isn’t. it’s as simple as that. as awful and simple as that.
“we both know i’m dying.” you murmur, hands folded together as if they're the only things you have left to hang onto. you wish one of those hands could find their place in his warm palm, but the black marker ink etched onto his skin in the shapes of mini hearts and smiley faces are more than enough to drive you away. “there’s no point in denying it anymore. i can barely breathe.”
he shakes his head, backing away from you despite your obvious need for physical comfort.
you thought he knew you better than that. you thought he’d know exactly how to ease your pain, but he doesn’t. he’s very clearly not your soulmate, but for some reason your heart tells you otherwise.
“you’d be able to if you’d just get the surgery,” he says. “please.”
he's begging for something he could solve.
megumi's eyes look dark under the overhead light. “please don’t make me have to see you in a casket.”
the surgery in which the roots are removed from your heart is a tricky one. a procedure that many endure and survive, where they get to continue living their lives healthy and happy— though, are they truly living if they’re void of the love that once consumed them?
“i wouldn’t be able to live with myself, you know that.” your voice is firm, after having had this conversation many times before, “i’d know a part of me was missing. you’re too important for me to just…erase.”
if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’d rather remain in your eternal winter for the rest of your soul’s existence. yes, it’s cold and dreary, with little to no sunlight and hope of a new love or progression in your relationship with him— but it’s familiar. you find it comfortable and there’s no fear in the feelings that you’re already so accustomed to living with everyday. the thought of spring is terrifying. the season following your beloved winter that represents rebirth and new blossoming love is one that you’ll never come to know— which is completely by choice. there’s no point in limping yourself towards spring when there’s no one you’d rather love than megumi.
these hanahaki tulips won’t see the sunshine they yearn for when the grass regains its color. they’ll simply wither away with you and the lock that refuses to fall, holding your feelings for him in an eternal slumber that will never be woken.
“i love you.” you say, whilst knowing that that’s the last thing he wants to hear. “i love you so much.”
your confessions of love are a reminder of your little time left, and he hates it.
he wishes it would all stop; but it can’t and it won’t.
perhaps he should’ve given you a chance when the opportunity arose. then you may have been happy. however, he knows that there’s no forcing love.
you’ve been doomed since the moment you’d laid eyes on him.
love isn't your happiness.
“i’ve only ever loved you.”
it's your demise.
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑
DAY 5: PREGNANCY
Kyoraku Shunsui 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Requested by: @the-witch-of-one-piece ➡ Hello my beautiful soul sister!!! Ahh I’m so excited for this kinktober! I raced into your inbox trying to calm down my feral kink coming out of me 😂😂 if it’s okay to request Shunsui with a fem reader for day 5 pregnancy! This man would be the best soon to be daddy 🥺💜🛐 thank you so much my beautiful soul sister!!! TE AMO MUCHO !!!!!!! ➡ también te amo mucho my soul sister! 💖
tw: mdni. pregnancy kink. reader IS pregnant. nipple play. semi public sex. humping. vag sex.
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
The outcome of so many nights of passion showed beautiful in your body. The little bump growing strong and healthy, your anatomy changing, your mood somethings swinging.
You were preparing yourself, and the house, for the new life that would be there in some months. And while you did, the general captain of the Gotei 13 couldn’t help but praise you.
Sitting comfortably in the garden of the Shunsui manor, the soon to be dad enjoys a sip of his beloved sake. While you, comfortably enjoy gardening under a soft spring breeze. It was calmer than ever before, after all that had happened with the invasion none of you had time to be at peace for a long time.
“You are a goddess, my love” Kyoraku chimes, leaving the cup on a little table next to him.
“Shut up, you! I am getting fat, look…” you joke, you love more than anyone how beautiful your belly looks.
Shunsui stands up, sighing. He can’t let a queen think that way of herself. Walking a few steps towards you, he takes his hat in between his hands and bends over to where you are.
“I am not trying to be rude, so I will ask you to please excuse my language… but fat is how I get down there when I see you, miss” he murmurs, acting innocent despite saying such thing.
You leave the little gardening tool in your hand to look at him with your mouth open.
“Kyoraku Shunsui, would you mind watching your mouth in front of your baby?” you scold him, sweetly, while acting incensed at his words and caressing your belly.
He takes his hat to his naked chest in signs of being sorry, but all of a sudden he snatches in arms as if you where less heavy than a feather.
“Honey- what? What are you doing?!” you protest, while safe resting in his embrace.
“Listen here, the eyes you just gave me… you being pregnant, everything about you… ugh- believe me that the baby won’t tell for now” he says, walking calmly to the wooden swing you have in your garden.
Shunsui sits back, with you still in his arms. Despite your pregnancy he is way bigger than you in every sense.
He grunts and comfortably sits you over his lap. “Com’ere” he purrs, opening your yukata with absolutely no worries.
You are silent, but with a huge smirk on your face. You know what’s next and you want it so bad…
Shunsui seems to be gloating at how full your breasts are looking; pregnancy is making your body an experience he doesn’t want to miss; he wants to love you in every single stage of yourself.
“Allow me, before this belongs to someone else ~” he scoffs, while his hands cups one of your breasts and takes it to his lips.
You moan instantly after he plants the first kiss over your hard nipples. Everything has been feeling a lot more sensitive.
He sucks, slowly. He nibbles, kindly. He doesn’t want to hurt her precious wife nor coming baby.
Your back curls as he keeps playing, changing from breast to breast and sometimes burying his head in between them. His huge hand, lies on your warm back flesh, holding you for you to lie as comfortably as you please while he gives you pleasure.
You can’t help but begin to move back and forth, humping on his hardening crotch. You can feel his growth hitting against your core and in both cases getting wetter and needier. The motions of the swing also accompany yours, edging you two a state very close to climax.
“I…” you whine, urging your husband to fuck you.
“Already? But what if I hurt you…?” he asks, knowing too well he won’t. Kyoraku Shunsui enjoys your begging for his dick. He wants you to plead to be penetrated and pleased.
Panting, reaching his lips with yours, needy… “please, fuck me… do it…”
“How do you ask properly, doll?” he asks back, already lifting your hip enough for his hakama pants to slide down.
You swallow. You have always called him “daddy” and now, it won’t be the exception; this time Shunsui deserves more than ever to be called that way.
“Daddy, fuck me… please ~” you purr, letting your yukata to fall to the ground to show him in full display your beautiful “mommy” body.
He smirks, pleased. His hands first reach for your swollen belly, up and down and around your waist.
“Now, if I may… let daddy fuck you the way you deserve my sweet, beautiful mommy”
“Nghh… deeper… go- deeper, daddy!” ~
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its ur fav anon pookie!!
i’ve been thinking a lot about an arranged marriage/relationship with either sejanus or coryo. i feel like both of their guardians would want them to get to a higher ranking in the capital, so naturally, marrying their kid off to the capital sweetheart (reader) is the best option.
you don’t even have to write anything on this if you don’t want to, just a silly idea i had 🤭 i feel like they would both react so differently to being forced into something like that omg
Ok I love this idea so I’m writing one for Sejanus too, and I’ll link it here when it’s finished!
For as long as you can remember, there had been talks and jokes and quips about you marrying Coriolanus Snow, the grandson of your own grandmother’s childhood best friend. At first, the comments went well over your head, but the older you got, the more serious it seemed. And now, with Coriolanus at your elbow and your mother across from you at the dinner table, it seemed more serious than ever.
“In the springtime, of course, after you’ve both finished your studies,” your mother is saying, the two older women at the end of the table nodding along and whispering together, clearly planning their own sequence of events. All this marriage talk has made you lose your appetite, so you push yourself away from the table and make your way to the gardens, ignoring the shouts of your parents.
There are footsteps behind you, the heavy footfall of your betrothed, and you slow to a stop, despite the urges to turn and slap him across the face. He’s obviously pleased with this arrangement, gaining access to all that money he surely believes has long been his right, growing up with all the trappings of Capital luxury and none of the wealth.
The boy is as cold and emotionless as the statues that surround you, his eyes a pale blue that give the impression of a motionless pond. You wonder if your mother would let you choose the Snow cousin you’d want to marry, certain that Tigris would be much more enjoyable to spend the rest of your life with.
“Well, this must be wonderful news for you,” you sneer after a few minutes of silent walking, desperate for a fight.
“It is, I’m going to marry the most desired girl in Panem,” he says, his voice infused with pride, as if he’s done anything at all to win you over.
“The most desired fortune in Panem,” you correct, knowing exactly why all the boys at the academy fell over themselves trying to get close to you.
“Are you going to attend university?” He asks, changing topics as if he has any interest in what you want, any interest in you beyond the fortune tied to your last name.
“Yes, I am,” you try to be polite, but part of you is waiting for a fight, waiting for Coriolanus to finally snap and show you that he’s not an emotionless machine, “and I’m sure my parents would be more than happy to pay for you to attend as well, I can’t be having a deadbeat for a husband.”
You’re successful in riling him up, if the way Coriolanus crowds you up against one of the stone pillars near your house is any tell. You knew money would be a sore spot, and seeing his chest heaving with rage, his eyes an electric sort of blue you’ve never seen before, has a smile tugging at your face. He’s standing so close that you need to look up to look into his eyes, but you’ve never been one to back down from a fight.
“You have no right to speak to me like that,” he grits out, and you can’t help but scoff, the pride of this boy unbelievable.
“I was only trying to help,” you ply him with a sickly sweet smile, ready to complete the rest of your little experiment.
It’s difficult, with the way he has you crowded against the pillar, but you press your lips to his, cutting off any snide remarks he was waiting to use and resisting the urge to bite off his tongue. He’s motionless, hands by his side but his mouth is much more responsive, and when his hands start to catch up with his brain and he makes to grab your waist, you slip out from where he’d had you effectively trapped, sauntering back into the house.
When you look back at him over your shoulder, his chest is heaving for an entirely different reason, and you can’t help the grin that splits your face. He thinks he’s in control, but you’re the one who holds all the cards, and maybe this marriage won’t be as awful as you think.
I’m in love with this dynamic if anyone has any more asks for these two :)
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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊boba time ┊Mama’s Harvest ꒱
『♡』 pregnancy
Your fingers fiddle with the little flower bud in your hands and you use the back of your hand to wipe sweat from your forehead. The sun is beginning to beat down on you, drenching your skin in rays.
“Almost done?” Katsuki startles you, leaning over from behind where you kneel.
You bounce, dropping the flower and turning around to give him a glare.
“Yeah, jus’ gotta finish pollinating the squash or it’ll produce less..” You remind, returning to the task at hand.
He chuckles, rolling his eyes and begins making his way through the garden with a basket in hand. Leaves rustle and the tell-tale sound of stuff flopping to the ground let’s you know he’s harvesting.
“Babe..” He calls and you glance over in his direction.
“Hmmm?” You wonder, nearly finished with your chores.
“How many peppers did you plant?” Katsuki inquires and you freeze.
“Uhhh..” Your mind races for an answer and you begin counting on your fingers. Whispering to yourself and naming off varieties.
“We’re gonna drown in peppers, holy shit.” He jokes, rounding one of the rows with a massive basket filled with different pepper varieties.
Katsuki rushes you inside, complaining that you shouldn’t be in the heat for too long and you pout. Still, you do as told and go inside to make lunch and relax.
There’s a lot of pros to your husband being a pro hero. One, you don’t need to work. You can if you want to but you don’t. Katsuki gives you all the money you want and more, no questions asked.
He doesn’t push unrealistic expectations on you, either. You had a career for years of your relationship and for the first two years of being married.
But when Katsuki came behind you with red cheeks and shy eyes, saying he wanted s little one, it was time for a change. Pregnancy is hard on the body and both of you thought it would be best to have you home for at least the first three years of the little melons life.
You aren’t far along, either. But your husband is persistent.
You watch from the kitchen window as he grabs another basket and scissors, only to come back with an abundance of herbs and fruits. Nothing in life rivals these moments.
You turn, grabbing s large knife and a cutting board to begin slicing a bunch of green onion. The knife hits the bamboo with a satisfying “knock knock knock” and you sigh in content.
Nausea bubbles in your throat and you push it down, thinking about all good things.
The door creaks open and Katsuki places the woven baskets on the table. You hear footsteps before his large hands are on your lower tummy. His head comes to rest on top of yours, where the places a kiss and sighs.
“So, when should we tell ma?” He ponders.
The cutting stops and you set down the metal utensil, turning to face him. Your arms wrap around his shoulders where they lay purchase, tugging your body closer to his own.
“Mmm.. not sure m’ love. Whadd’you think?” You mirror his mindset, unsure of what the best option would be.
“Well you’re the one growing the baby, so I thought you’d wanna do it a certain way- I dunno people get sentimental about this shit.” Katsuki’s damp lips come to rest on your forehead for a moment.
“Well I can’t hide it much longer- fuck it why don we just invite them over for dinner to get some of these peppers? We can tell em then!” You propose, shooting a look at all the excess fruit and vegetables.
“Yeah, we can do that, I’ll tell ‘em. What time?”
Katsuki’s breaking away, using his hip to bump you over so he can take over cooking. You smack his shoulder and he flinches. It stings even when he’s got a dark grey shirt on, no match for your mood.
You scowl and grab another cutting board and a bell pepper. He opens his mouth to say something but you cut him off.
“Baby I’m pregnant not dying. I’m cutting the damn bell pepper. And mm eight, we’ll do that.”
Before long, all the colorful foods are cut and turned into a large dinner. Sitting in front of you is chicken legs smothered in seasonings and drizzled in gravy over mashed potatoes. Your stomach grumbles and you nearly sigh in relief when his parents walk in.
The conversation continues as normal until you’re met with a wave of nausea. Your face scrunches and despite attempting to hide it- his mother notices. His father isn’t paying any mind, looking at the massive side salad you’ve prepared.
Her eyes narrow and her mouth opens.
“So, uh-“ Katsuki begins, cherry eyes flicking over to meet your own.
“I’m pregnant.” You reveal and his mother slaps the shit out of katsuki on instinct.
It isn’t malicious, she’s practically bouncing. A wide grin wipes across her face and she looks toward her husband with a giggle.
“Fucking FINALLY!” She yells and katsuki looks at her incredulously.
“Don’t look at me like that Katsuki! I’ve been wanting grand babies for years now!” His mother scolds, looking at you with a bright smile.
Katsuki takes a breath, nice and slow to steady himself, while your mother prods with questions. You’re eating, talking about the ins and outs of pregnancy while his father pitches in warmly.
He grumbles in the corner, telling his mom to shut up, and makes faces at some of the things he didn’t expect.
“Yunno, with this asshole, I really craved sweets. But the hardest part of being pregnant with him was probably the hemorrhoids and kicking. God- the kicking was horrible.” His mother explains, stuffing a last bite of mashed potato in her mouth.
You giggle at your husbands angry and confused face from the side. He seems almost offended that pregnancy could be so horrible.
“Why was the kicking so bad?” He pokes, much more gentle than usual.
“Ahh.. it feels like butterflies at first, yunno? But you moved a lot-“ she grabs a sip of water, tilting her head towards him, and places the glass back down.
“-that’s fine and all at first. But you got stronger and it hurt, at one point you had your foot pressed against my ribs for two hours! You’d just kick and it was a constant mild uncomfortable feeling..”
The blonde to your right furrows his brows and takes a sip of his own water. The metal fork he was once using placed on the side of his dish.
“Well, that… makes sense.” Katsuki thinks out loud and looks over towards you.
The dinner ends with kisses and hugs. His mother says she’s coming over in a few days with a couple pregnancy life savers and demands to have copies of the ultrasounds.
Katsuki takes his time that night while you bathe. He massages your shoulders and back, up your ankles and thighs and kisses your tummy. You catch him whispering for the little melon to be sweet to you and nearly coo at the man.
The next day, he brings in a large notebook and grabs a pen. “Baby Food” is messily written at the top and you smile.
A kiss is placed to the top of his head, then a kiss to your lower stomach, like it’s becoming routine.
There’s something fond, simple, and beautiful about the way he falls into fatherhood without question.
#pregnancy#bakugou x reader#bakugou#bakugou x you#bakugou fluff#strawberry cake#boba time#boba series: garden
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“I think I was meant to have a brother,” Scott confesses one day, lounging in the grass with his hand clasped gently with Cleo’s. His shoulder still stings from the axe she put into it this morning, and he’s sure Pearl’s does too. The two of them watch whatever kerfuffle she’s getting herself into with the ranchers from across the canyon as the early afternoon passes by.
“Huh,” Cleo answers, raising an eyebrow. “Okay?”
“Maybe that’s weird,” He admits, his free hand winding itself into the grass. “I never had a brother, for the record. Just been me and my mum and dad growing up. But…”
But the house always felt too big, He doesn’t say. He doesn’t tell her about how he’d grown up wishing for someone who’d stomp around in puddles with him on a rainy day, who’d wake him in the middle of the night to soothe their nightmares, who’d bring him bundles of dandelions from the back garden when mum asks them to do the weeding. He doesn’t tell her he’d always thought that his dad’s office down the hall should’ve been a bedroom.
“Maybe you’ve got a long lost twin or something,” Cleo jokes, because apparently he’s been quiet for entirely too long. “You’re a bit old for the whole parent trap routine though, if I’m honest.”
Scott laughs, shoving his shoulder into hers. He recoils, wincing at his still-healing wound.
#hello fellas im here to perpetuate my ‘lifeseries scott is an only child despite every other version of him having a brother’ disease#this can be about xornoth or acho or both really take your pick#smajor1995#trafficblr#double life#pirates smp#empires smp#(vaguely)#zombiecleo#mouse.txt
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RoR men meeting their son from the future
Of course Tesla goes first 😭♥️🥹
🧬 “TA DA!”
🧬 Tesla was in his laboratory with all the other great minds (Galileo, Einstein, Isaac Newton) were talking about science, math, astrology, etc until BOOM! 💥 a pod lands in their laboratory and everyone is like: 👀👀
🧬 Tesla sees a young boy that resembles him and when they boy gets to talking about science he’s thinking to himself: “is this my son? From the future? (Name) and I had a baby?!”
🧬 “I’m from the future! I wanted to build a Time Machine and it worked! Hi, Dad!”
🧬 Tesla’s son hugs him with a smile and everyone is in shock 👀😳 Tesla just says “I knew it! That’s amazing you built a Time Machine-“ the two proceed to talk about the machine and science until Tesla introduces everyone to his son. (The two were in their own little world)
🧬 the shock on Tesla’s s/o face has to be unreal to see her son and husband getting along with each other and not finding the whole situation…odd? (That’s what happens when you’re with a scientist)
🧬 Once Tesla’s beloved get over the shock and oddity of it all the three definitely have a great time together, the son helping out in the lab with his father and everyone, helping out his mommy with anything. ♥️ (But the son usually hangs out with Tesla more)
🧬 When it’s time for the son to return home everyone cries except Tesla and his son; they are happy they got to see each other and know they’ll see each other again soon. ♥️
🍭Man was just eating an afternoon snack with his beloved and Kintoki when 💥 BOOM💥 a boy comes out this machine saying “I’m here!”
🍭Buddha just calmly says “Who is the brat?” “I’m your son!” Kintoki and (Name) are definitely: 😳👀 Buddha isn’t shocked or taken back. At first he thinks it’s a weird joke but the closed he looks at the boy and sees himself in the face Buddha believes him and he does like the boy.
🍭Building a Time Machine is new and Buddha definitely checks it out and now the four definitely chill all day. As the days go on Buddha call his son “My mini me.” The two are chill and get along well; Buddha’s son hasn’t reached his enlightenment and is working on it and as much as Buddha wants to help he knows his son has to do it on his own. (Aww ♥️🥹)
🍭Buddha will share his snacks of course and his son will share his; Kintoki will share the candy he makes with the two and he knows by the shared sweet tooth with Buddha that’s his son. ( 😆)
🍭Yes. Buddha does tease his son sometimes. “Have you gone thru puberty yet?” “Do you have a sweet one back in your time?” “Do you have brothers and sisters?” And the son always answers with “Sorry, can’t tell you that. Time stream could change.”
🍭Buddha’s beloved definitely puts a blanket on Buddha and their son when they take naps, whether on the sofa, bed, outside, etc. ♥️
🍭When it’s time for their son to go back home he definitely has hard time going back because both parents don’t want him to leave. Buddha puts several snacks in his sons Time Machine too and when his son waved bye Buddha says “They grow up so fast.”
🎵 Hermes and his beloved were just having tea in the gardens at Zeus’ palace when BOOM 💥 A young boy just calmly sits down beside them and says “Hello mom, hello dad.” And just pours himself a cup of tea like it’s nothing.
Hermes at first is like: “What’s with this child?” He’s calm but he’s like “Who is this? Did he just call me Dad?”
🎵 It takes awhile for the boy to realize he’s in the past; as Hermes and his beloved find out he’s actually speedster god like his dad. Apparently the boy was out late and needed to be home. Hermes pieced together that he may have ran a bit too fast and went back in time. ( 🏃♂️⚡️ 💨)
🎵 “Well, since you’re here you might as well have dinner.” Hermes takes it better than most and already has a room where his son can sleep and asks many questions all of which his son is happy to answer, somewhat, as he doesn’t want to alter the time stream but he also inherits his father’s mind and doesn’t tell all the information.
🎵 This is all for not because the boy ends up staying; Hermes just says it’s better for him to stay here and travel to the future whenever he wants. Which the son happily does.
🎵 Everyone is definitely surprised Hermes has a son, hell Hermes and (Name) married just a few days ago. Ares is the most shocked at seeing the boy, the whole time travel thing racks his brain but he’s glad to teach the boy combat 🗡️. Zeus didn’t approve at first but as time went on he definitely has a soft spot for his grand son ⚡️
🎵 Hell everyone likes the boy, Aphrodite, Hades, Apollo, Hercules and yes even Poseidon (Buddha gives the boy candy if he sees him, actually Buddha is the only that actually sees him running 🏃♂️ with his ability)
🎵 Hermes and the boy definitely compose a lot of music together; sometimes the slow music puts (Name) to sleep but that’s okay. Apollo asks for the two to play music for them and sometimes they do; all three do.
🎵 Yeah Hermes son is definitely the favorite and his father and mother doesn’t spoil him…not at all.
🎀Rukia-Writes🎀
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Hello 🥰 I have been going through a couple of your series and I just love them so much! I really love the latest update to Bucket of Sunshine ☀️ I was curious about the conversation she had with Eddie when he came to the party for her—either at the party or the Benny’s date (because yes that is totally a date). Thanks so much in advance!! 🖤💗🧁
Hiii babes!! Awe I’m so glad you enjoyed the newest update!! I’ll gladly give you a conversation t for both, one for when Eddie got to the party and one while at Benny’s and I think this fits in perfectly for Fluffy Friday! So enjoy💖
-find all things Bucket of Sunshine here✨
*Eddie didn’t realize what all he was signing up for when he agreed to hang out with you and take you to Benny’s*
“What…are you wearing?” “Eddie remember it’s rude to start a conversation with a question.” “I’m here to recuse you from a house party and you’re giving me a lesson on manners?…really?” “That’s three questions in a row…wanna toss in one more to make it an even four?” “What are you doing?…with…that?” “That’s technically two but I’ll let it slide…now to answer you I’m wearing a sundress and I’m holding your hand…anything else you want to know?” “Uhm why…why are you holding my hand…like that?” “Oh sorry is interlocking the fingers too much? You said you don’t like walking into parties alone so…I figured this was how you wanted to walk in?” “I was just uhm…uh joking…about that.” “Oh okay…well then after you.” “You don’t…have to…let it go…it’s fine..uh it’ll actually make it easier to keep my eye on you if you’re uhm…attached to me…” “worried I’m going to run off huh?” “Not run…more like dance away from me.” “I do like to dance…now come on I’ll introduce you to Henry and Nick.” “Uh how about let’s skip that and go find the real party on the back porch?” “The real party?…” “oh…you’re cute when you’re clueless…come on you’ll be fine.” “Okay…oh look there’s Steve…where are you going?” “I’ll be right back…I have to talk to your brother really quick just…stay here.” “Okay..what’s wrong?” “Uhm…I need…my hand back…” “oh sorry…”
“You uh…have whipped cream on…your lip.” “Oh thank you..that always happens I think it’s because I drink it so fast but I just can’t help it they make the best milkshakes…Eddie why are you looking at me like that? Is there more?” “What? Oh…sorry what did you say?” “Are you okay? Do you need-” “I don’t need to eat if that’s what you’re about to ask me…” “it’s rude to just watch someone eat…” “I’m not watching someone…I’m watching you…there’s a difference.” “Whatever you say…you’re really not hungry?” “I promise I’m fine okay? Now…uhm..how was your day?” “It was good! Stevie took me to the library to return some books I got on how to start a garden…I’m trying to grow sunflowers and they are being a bit tricky.” “Did you just call Steve…Stevie?” “Yes? That’s what I’ve always called him.” “Oh god that’s fucking great! What does he call you?” “Most of the time he calls me sister…or sis.” “Sister? Really?” “Yes like when he comes home he shouts ohhh sister! I’m here! He’s very dramatic.” “Is he uhm..is he nice to you?” “Nice to me? Oh he’s the best…he does get kinda irritated with me at times but yes he’s nice to me…why?” “Just wondering…” “how was your day?” “Why are you so nice to everyone?” “Excuse me?” “Why are you so…nice to people you don’t know or legit assholes who don’t deserve a single second of your time…why are you nice to them?” “I just…I don’t know? I guess because if I’m nice to them they’ll be nice to me and…I just enjoy making people smile.” “I wasn’t nice to you.” “You weren’t mean to me.” “Yes I was…” “no…Eddie you think you’re mean but you’re really not…anyone who takes the time can see it’s just an act you put on…I know you’re not really an asshole.” “Yeah well i sure as shit tried to be and uhm…I shouldn’t have been…so rude.” “It’s okay.” “Are you cold?” “A little…sundresses are all cute and fun until the sun goes down…” “here…” “i need to get a jacket like this it’s so comfy and warm.” “You like it?” “Yeah it’s nice…you sure you don’t want any of my fries?” “Stop trying to feed me.” “Sorry…it’s a habit…”
#bucket of sunshine convos#bucket of sunshine series#eddie munson series#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x harrington!reader#eddie munson x you fluff#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x sunshine!reader#eddie munson x fem!reader fluff#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson#my little dungeon master baby
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Blessed Be: Chapter 2
Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader
WitchAU
Summary: You and Bob have the perfect day, but you have to walk away.
Warnings: Witchcraft, Magic, Sexual Themes, Slow Burn, Mentions of Death, Alcohol, Swearing, Smut, Fluff, Angst, I think that’s it?
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As agreed, Bob pulled up to your house at 11am. He got out of his car and adjusted his shirt sleeves so they rested comfortably above his forearms. He smoothed back his long hair and took a deep breath, before walking up the porch to your front door. He knocked softly and waited.
“Hi Bob.”
Bob swung around to find you behind him, slightly startled. “Mornin’ Bree.” He chuckled. God his eyes looked even better when the sun was on his face. You took a moment to admire him.
“Were you outside already, or do you have a secret door I don’t know about?” He joked.
You smiled, “I was just checking on my lavender down the end of the garden, heard you pull up.” You confirmed.
“Can I see your plants before we go?” He asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, sure.” You beckoned for him to follow you around the back to where your greenhouse and outdoor plants sat growing marvellously in the partial sun and shade from the large tree that hung over the porch.
“Wow.” He breathed, “You sure do have a green thumb. I love gardening but I wouldn’t say I’m great at it.” He laughed, bending down to rub a piece of lavender gently between his thumb and index finger. The smell filled his nostrils and his shoulders visibly relaxed.
“I think it’s all down to the soil and sun. But it helps to talk to them.” You said as you bent down to inspect your hydrangea bush.
Bob nodded with a smile but said nothing as he admired you. You looked beautiful in your white linen sundress, your hair falling over your eyes as you stood back up.
“Shall we?” You asked with a grin.
“We shall.” Bob quipped back, biting his lip gently as he followed you to the car.
Bob couldn’t help but relish in the fact that when he was around you, that almost constant tugging and gnawing feeling inside him disappeared. It was replaced instead with a sense of serenity, excitement and something else he couldn’t quite place, and it was becoming addictive.
Bob opened the passenger door for you and you slid into the seat. The first thing you noticed was how neat his car was, and the smell of citrus flooded your senses. It was fresh and for some reason reminded you of days down on the beach with your parents as a child. You relaxed into the seat and took a deep breath in through your nose.
As Bob climbed into the driver seat, he looked over at you with a grin, “Where to, Madam Tour-guide?”
You laughed and rested your head against the seat. “Hmmm… ok drive down to the harbour, I have a secret little place in mind.”
Bob bit the inside of his cheek as he pulled away to suppress the smile he so badly wanted to let out, but was afraid he’d look like a lunatic if he kept grinning this way all day.
You made small talk on the drive, holding back on bigger in depth questions that you wanted to ask but knew this would only draw you closer to him. Your giddiness was suddenly overcome with sadness as you remembered you were going to say goodbye to Bob for good after today.
“You okay?” Bob asked, noticing how suddenly you’d gone quiet as you stared out the window.
“Mhmm.” You lied, forcing a smile. Bob didn’t buy it, but he didn’t feel it was his place to pry, so smiled right back encouragingly.
You pulled up to the harbour and Bob quickly rounded your end of the car to open your door.
“Ever the gentleman.” You chuckled.
“So where are we going?” He asked, curiously eyeing the harbour for any restaurants, cafes or food stalls.
“Follow me Mr Floyd.” You said as you turned towards the cliff side, and Bob suddenly felt a shiver run down his spine. Not a shiver of dread, or anticipation, no. A shiver of excitement at how you said his name. He wasn’t sure why but it made his heart race even more, perhaps it was the seductive way you said it, or the fact that you even remembered his last name to begin with.
“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, and followed you onto small sand bank that made way to a narrow path along the cliffside.
You walked for about 10 minutes, and eventually the small path gave way to a ledge overhanging the sea. It was high up enough that the waves couldn’t reach you, but low enough that he hadn’t noticed the gradual incline of the pathway. There were a few trees cushioning the ledge from the intimidating cliff behind you, and it was completely secluded from everyone and everything, and breathtakingly beautiful.
Suddenly you placed a picnic basket on the ground, and Bob was sure he hadn’t seen you carrying it around, but chalked it up to him being completely distracted by how beautiful you looked.
You sprawled a blanket on the ground and sat down, unloading the baskets contents neatly in front of you. Bob watched in awe as finger sandwiches, pastries, fruits, chocolates and chips in neat little bowls were laid out in front of him.
“This is… so sweet.” Was all he could breath out as he came to sit next to you.
You grinned, “Well I wanted to make you feel welcome, and this is my favourite spot on the island, couldn’t think of a better place.”
“I do feel welcome. Thank you for going through the trouble.” He smiled at you earnestly, piling the finger foods on his plate.
“You thirsty?” You asked, pulling out a bottle of your home made iced tea. Bob nodded, mouth full of sandwich.
You handed him a glass of iced tea and sat back on your elbows as you watched the sea in front of you. This was your idea of a perfect date, but you knew you couldn’t get too comfortable.
Comfortable meant danger in your family, especially when it came to men.
“This is really good.” He said having taken a sip of the iced tea. He noticed the glass bottle had no label. “You made this?” He said in awe.
“Yeah, it’s just peaches and mint.” You chuckled.
Bobs eyebrows pulled together, “I love peaches, and mint. It’s like you knew.” He took another sip and let out an exaggerated moan.
Bob was getting comfortable around you, and as much as that made your insides flutter, you knew you couldn’t let him. Suddenly you stood up and walked to the edge, arms wrapped around yourself as you tried to push the fuzzy feelings away.
“Did I do something?” Bob worried out loud, standing and making his way over to where you stood.
“No, no it’s not you Bob.” You didn’t turn to face him, you couldn’t or you feared your desire would take over.
“What’s wrong?” He asked softly, his hand gently moved to touch your arm to get you to face him.
As soon as he touched you a spark of electricity ran from your skin through his fingers. Not painful, but hot and intense, like a flash fire.
Bob pulled away quickly and looked at his hand, this one was harder to ignore than the one you had felt yesterday in your store, and you spun round with wide eyes to look at Bob.
“Did you… did you feel that?” Bob stammered, flexing his fingers to make sure everything still worked. You nodded, rubbing the spot on your arm that he had touched.
“Are you okay?” You asked, still in shock at the sheer force of what you felt.
Bob nodded, and gulped audibly. “Are you?” He asked, eyebrows pinched together in confusion and concern.
You nodded. “Must be the humidity.” You mumbled.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Bree?” Bob pressed, moving back over to you, but remaining at a safe distance. If anything, he wanted to feel the electricity again, it was unlike any physical thing he’d felt before, and left him with a sense of adrenaline that had him practically panting.
You nodded again, but your eyes were sad. You knew in a matter of hours this would be over and you’d never see Bob again. For a stranger, you felt it painfully hard to let him go.
You faked a smile and suggested you finish your picnic, changing the subject quickly. You asked Bob about his childhood, what he was like in school, and if he enjoyed his job. Bob knew something was wrong but understood you didn’t want to discuss it, so bought into your distraction.
Bob told you that he was quite nerdy in school, but his job as a detective had hardened him slightly, and brought him out of his shell.
He asked you why everyone thought you were a witch, and you laughed and told him because you were. Bob thought you were joking and laughed back, the incident prior being quickly forgotten as you enjoyed your company in the baking early afternoon sun.
The hours quickly passed and the sun began to set over the ocean. You felt as though you had been there mere minutes, not wanting to admit the day was soon to be over.
You both packed up the picnic basket and dusted off the blanket, before making your way back down the path back to the harbour. It was a silent walk, and Bob could sense the shift. Something was still eating away at you.
Once you reached the car, he opened the passenger door for you, but you didn’t move to climb in. You stayed on your spot and bit the inside of your cheek, contemplating your next words.
You took a deep breath and sighed, “I really like you, Bob.”
His eyes lit up, and he smiled from ear to ear, smoothing his hair down as he walked towards you.
“I really like you too, Bree.” He breathed.
“But I can’t see you anymore.” You countered.
Bobs smile faltered. He laughed, “What do you mean?”
You sighed again, louder this time, covering your face with both hands as your frustration overtook you.
“Hey, hey! Bree, what’s going on?” Bob asked you, suddenly worried. He gently took your arms and pulled your hands away from your face, ignoring the force of the electric shock that shook through him.
You looked at him through watery eyes, “I wished for you, Bob.” You whimpered.
“Bree, that’s not a bad thing. I wished for you to.” He laughed gently, smiling down at you with so much affection it took your breath away.
You forced yourself out of his gentle grip and backed away from him slowly.
“You don’t understand.” You breathed.
“Then explain it to me, please.” He begged, walking towards you again.
“I can’t.” You shook your head, holding a hand out to stop him from coming any closer. “You need to go back home, Bob. I’m sorry.”
You turned and left Bob confused and dazed in the car park of the harbour, unable to comprehend what had just happened. His heart sank at the thought of never seeing you again, and the pulling feeling began to grow again, urging him in your direction as you walked away.
As you walked, you began to cry, and the further away from Bob you got, the darker the feeling inside you grew. Plants on either side of you began to wilt and die, as you climbed the steep winding road back to your house.
When you got home, you went straight to your bedroom. Your mom didn’t even need to ask what had happened, she knew, and she followed you to your bedroom to comfort you.
Bob climbed back in his car and just sat there for several minutes, he rubbed his jaw as he tried to make sense of everything. Bob had no idea what was happening, but he did know one thing.
He was not leaving.
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It took you a long time to fall asleep that night, and when you did, your dreams were plagued by horrible nightmares of Bob falling. He was falling deeper and deeper into a dark abyss, clawing at the air and crying out to you. His cries grew more and more desperate, until eventually he disappeared into the abyss and you woke up sweating. This happened three times, but on the third you woke up and the goosebumps were back.
You rubbed your arms in an attempt to get rid of them, but they stubbornly returned no matter what you tried.
Frustrated, you got up and went downstairs to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.
About halfway down the stairs you heard the familiar clatter of the broom hitting the floor.
“What the?” You mumbled as you reached the bottom of the stairs. You walked into the dark kitchen and looked for any signs of life.
You snapped your fingers and the candles on the windowsill lit up, illuminating the kitchen in a soft glow. You filled up a glass of water and snapped your fingers again to put out the candles, before walking back up to bed.
You closed your bedroom door and walked over to your night stand, taking a sip of water and putting the glass down, before climbing back into bed in the hopes of getting a decent sleep until morning.
Laying back on your pillow, you closed your eyes and breathed. “Go to sleep. Go to sleep.” You begged yourself, focussing on the bursts of colour behind your eyelids.
Just as you felt yourself dozing off, you thought you heard a light tapping noise. Your eyes flew open as you strained your ears.
You couldn’t hear anything, so you closed your eyes again, but it wasn’t long before there was another slightly louder tap.
Sitting up in bed, you strained your eyes, trying to figure out what the source of the noise was.
Tap.
The window.
You got out of bed quickly and crossed the room to the big window that overlooked the back garden and cliffside.
Tap. A stone.
You opened the window and leaned out to check who it was throwing stones at your window so late at night.
Your breath caught in your throat as your heart stuttered.
“Bob?”
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Notes: I just wanted to say a huge thank you to every like and reblog so far💛 it means so much that people are enjoying this story and thank you in advance to everyone who shows the love!
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Ready to rec some awesome fics that I read this month!! It was a bit of a slow month for me, but still great fics. Feel free to add on with some of your own Bagginshield recs. 😁
February 2024 Rec List
G Rated:
Growing up by Werecakes (Complete, 5K, 1ch.)- I've been shopping for a good childhood friends to lovers, and this was really adorable. Bilbo and Thorin have been friends for a long time, but when Bilbo is engaged in an arranged marriage, Thorin might have something to say about that. I would love to go more in depth in this universe, but it's pretty cute for what it is.
Of Acorns and Barley by orphan_account (Complete, 2K, 1ch.)- This is a classic courting fic! Bilbo asks for advice on how to court Thorin, but Thorin just thinks its a joke the company is playing on him. Fun little fic that's good for the Bagginshield feelios.
Wait for me in the Aurora Bearalis by Lucigoo89 (Complete, 2K, 1ch.)- Let me tell you something, I legit sobbed at this fic. Bilbo is a red panda reaching the end of his life, and Thorin has to say goodbye. If you're wanting some good angst that just hits you with all the warmth of a long love, this is it.
T Rated:
The Gift of Hobbits by MoroseBarnacle (Complete, 26K, 6ch.)- Honestly this his so many tropes for me! Hobbits can actually bring people back from the dead if the bond is strong enough. Such a roller coaster of emotions, I loved it.
The Nine Lives of Bilbo Baggins by captain (theoddoodisnude) (Complete, 15K, 1ch.)- This is always top on my reread list. Bilbo has been blessed by a faerie to be able to die nine times and come back from them. Instant classic!
M Rated:
Backs to the Wall by Conkers (WIP, 97K, 19ch.)- I held off on this fic for a long time, not because I was worried I wasn’t going to enjoy it, but because I knew how much it would have me foaming at the mouth. Missing the deadline, the Company splits up at Laketown with Thorin, Dwalin, Nori, and Bilbo remaining to earn some coin. I’m beside myself with the gentle, sweet moments of pre-Bagginshield that have me screaming.
One-Sided Conversations by northerntrash (Complete, 94K, 38ch.)- This was on my read for later list, and I'm so glad I gave it a chance. Looking to escape, Thorin ends up in the room of a man in a coma and finds it easy to unload his troubles. This story really progresses well and the Bagginshield moments are adorable!
Not Rated:
The Deepest Secret by Wizards_Pupil (Complete, 103K, 31ch.)- It's starts off very Jane Eyre-esque but evolves into your usual Erebor Never Fell conspiracy fic. Bilbo is hired as a gardener and slowly begins to fall in love with the master of the mansion. Even after the three times I've read this fic, there's still plot points that I catch me completely off-guard. Very well done.
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Thicker Than Blood (Aemond X OC) Chapter 7
A/N: ouuu lovers quarrel
word count: 1,009 words
Last part
I sneak out of my chambers to head to the gardens, wrapped in only a cloak to cover my nightgown. It’s late, very late and this is the only time I could slip out unnoticed because my guards are switching shifts. I haven’t been able to sleep the past few nights, too focused on the strife between my family. Mother almost took us back to Dragonstone a few days ago but I only just managed to convince her that we should stay. I don’t even know why I want to stay. I miss Dragonstone and it most definitely isn’t because of him. Just thinking of the name Aemond Targaryen makes my blood boil. Things were going to be better, even good and he ruined it. He defiled our name, reduced us to that one word that haunts me at night, that follows like an inescapable shadow. Bastard.
I sit down under the trellis that I like. I’ve always felt that it was my own secret nook, a hidden gem of sorts. I lean against it and I can feel the greenery against my cloak. I admire the climbing vines. It’s peaceful here, untainted by duty.
“I thought i’d find you out here.”
He taints it.
“You’re ruining my respite. Leave.” I say to him sharply.
“You always appreciated it when I came to find you out here when we were younger. You would practically lead me to you.” His tone is haughty. It makes me defensive.
“That was then.” I pause for a moment. “You aren’t the same boy you once were.” I know that my words will hurt him.
“I’m sorry that your brother gouging my eye out has caused me to grow bitter.” He says resentfully. He walks over to stand in front of me.
“You ruined dinner. Everything was so close to being fixed. We almost went home, Aemond.” My voice raises as I look up at him and eyes meet for the first time tonight.
“I didn’t start it. You know I didn’t.” He gives me a look like he’s trying to make me see the truth.
“My brothers were being amiable.” I defend.
“You saw how he laughed.” Aemond speaks. He doesn’t have to clarify for me to understand what he means.
“He’s just a stupid boy.” I try to justify.
“Yes and i’m sure his actions were all without malice.” He responds sarcastically.
“He’s not some devil child. You’re the one who is at fault here.” I say angrily, my voice raising as I speak.
“I am not at fault. Jacaerys is the one who got violent.” He says like he’s painting himself as some innocent angel.
“Because you called us bastards!” I nearly shout at him. I feel my anger boiling over.
“Did I? I don’t recall that part of the evening.” He says and I hate how he plays dumb.
“Will you stand here and tell me that the word ‘strong’ had no other insinuations behind it?” He must be able to see it on my face now, how much this all upsets me.
He cringes. “I wasn’t saying it to you.” The explanation is a weak defence.
“Did you truly think I wouldn’t take you calling my brothers bastards as an insult? That comment automatically extends to me.” I know he already knows this. Perhaps he was hoping I was too stupid to understand. The thought of it only makes me more angry.
“I spent the entirety of my childhood being the target of their jokes. You must understand that it wasn’t my intent to hurt you along with them.” He says, trying to convince me to understand.
“Then why couldn’t you have said something else? Those words are more than dangerous when you are speaking them about the future king. You only wished to cut my brothers as deeply as you could. You couldn’t have cared about hurting me otherwise you never would have said it.” I can see that my words ring true to him.
“I lost my temper.” He says simply. As if that could ever be enough for me to forgive him.
“Because a little boy, three years younger than you, laughed?” There's a bite in my words. I never thought i’d want to humiliate him like the way I do right now.
“How dare you speak to me like this?” He speaks but has nothing of value left to say.
So there’s no clever retort for the first time in his life?
“What is it going to be then? You’re my uncle and I should respect you or i’m a woman and I should shut my mouth?” I snap at him.
He clenches his teeth, looking more pissed off than i’ve ever seen him. “I wasn’t going to say either of those things.”
I smirk condescendingly. “Liar.” I dust off my dress as I stand. “Since my personal time has been so rudely interrupted, I think i’ll be heading back to my chambers. No need to escort me back.” I begin to walk away.
“I wasn’t going to offer.” I hear him grumble under his breath like a sulking child.
When I make it back to my chambers, I begin rummaging through my drawer until I find the gifts he had given me. I pull out the sapphire necklace.
“Myra?” I call out. “I would like to be readied for bed.” I tell her as she walks in and she gives me a little nod before picking up my hairbrush. I hold up my necklace so she can see. “Do you like this?” I ask her.
“Yes, my princess. It’s very beautiful. It is new?” She inquires tentatively.
“Yes, a gift… from Aemond.” I say like it’s unimportant.
“A very generous gift. Most would expect a courting announcement soon.” My spine straightens when I hear her say it. I didn’t realize until now.
He was going to court me? I brush the thought off, deciding that he was just toying with me.
“No.” I say with a tone of finality. “You will wear it tomorrow.”
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cowboy like me
“now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon” - t.s.
summary: stark parties aren’t your favorite thing, but one fateful night, bucky barnes changes it all
wordcount: <1k (tiny bby)
warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol
a/n: hey everyone! i’m still busy with college, but i have so many little ideas that i had to come back. starting with my favorite song, ofc these one shots aren’t really connected to each other, but i hope you enjoy anyway! love you all! 🫶
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‘You asked me to dance, but I said, ‘Dancing is a dangerous game’.’
You hate Stark parties. It’s not that you don’t enjoy being with your friends, but god, you loathe nothing more than diplomacy.
The fake smiles and fake laughter turn your stomach. Maybe it’s your inner lie detector from years in Hydra, maybe it’s just your hatred of all rooms with too many people.
Your eyes flit around the room. You’re subconsciously checking for escape routes (the elevator), allies (your friends), enemies (a politician with a snooty look and a bald patch, among others).
“Not your scene either, huh?”
You blink back to reality at the familiar voice. The only person who can creep up on you like that is Bucky.
“Not particularly,” you chuckle, sipping your drink. Apple juice with a maraschino cherry and ice to make it seem alcoholic. “It’s just… overwhelming.”
You’ve been with the Avengers for a few months now, but these parties still unnerve you.
“I get that. It gets easier,” he says. You cast him a glance. Black dress shirt, dark jeans. He looks nice, but you don’t say that.
A couple drunk diplomats stumble over to the bar, invading your personal space as they demand more drinks.
Wringing your hands, you exhale heavily and scoot away from them. They reek of cigarette smoke and booze.
Watching you grow more nervous, Bucky decides to risk his comfort zone. I mean, it’s just to distract you, nothing more, right?
“Wanna dance?”
Taken aback by the request, it takes you a moment to respond. “Uh, nothing against you, but I’m not very good at that. I’ll probably step on your feet.”
“I’m a super soldier, I think I can take it.”
You can’t argue with that. So, with a slight hesitation, you take his hand as he guides you out of the dark and to the crowded dance floor.
He twirls you effortlessly, moving on instinct as you chuckle.
“Where’d you learn to dance so well?” you joke.
He shrugs, swaying. “I’ve got a few tricks from back then.”
Back then. Before Hydra.
“Got any tricks to stop these people from being so damn invasive?” He suppresses a laugh at your question, shaking his head.
“I don’t think anything can stop that.” He pauses for a second before grinning and leaning in conspiratorially. “I just glare at them. It’s what they want to see from us, anyway. What they expect.”
You smirk. “‘Us’?”
“Yeah. You’re like me, y’know? Gotta stick together,” he says. His eyes twinkle in the dim lights, deep blues that don’t look as sad as usual.
Bucky’s hand gently falls to rest on your waist, and when you look up to meet his gaze, both of you go quiet.
There’s no denying the tension. What started as a well-meaning effort to distract you from the crowd has worked too well. And now nothing matters but the two of you.
You sway closer, passing it off as part of the dance as your eyes search the room.
“You do remember I’m pretty damn fucked up, right? I’ve got plenty to be guilty for.” The self-loathing words taste sour. But it’s true. You and Bucky have both done horrible things under Hydra.
Unlike you, however, Bucky had a trial. Bucky was deemed not guilty and Bucky has Steve to defend him. It’s not like the team doesn’t stand up for you -they’re very good at it, in fact- but it’s not quite the same.
And your history especially leaves the influential guests and old men at parties such as these whispering harsh words behind champagne flutes.
You subtly nod to a small group of tittering women, a few of which you recognize as wives of politicians. They gasp as they spot you; one even grabs her phone to film you.
“That’s what comes with me,” you whisper. “More whispering and more staring.”
“I’m a pariah here.”
The hand on your waist offers a reassuring squeeze, and Bucky gently guides your face back from where you can’t seem to look him in the eye. He smiles, dazzling and perfect, and leans in.
“Takes one to know one.”
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‘Now you hang from my lips, like the Gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con.’
You stir from your sleep, blinking slowly in the golden light of early morning.
That dream… You hadn’t dreamt about that night in months. You always enjoy it when you do, though.
“Doll? Are you up?”
You roll over at the sound of Bucky’s groggy voice, lazily tugging your comforter higher. As he pulls you in close, he traces circles on your shoulder, humming quietly. You shiver at the chill from the gold band on his finger. He quietly chuckles and holds you tighter.
“Yeah, just had a dream,” you mumble.
He blinks, a little more awake but not quite.
“Was it bad? Are you okay?”
You shake your head. “No, not bad. It was about the night we got together.”
“Yeah?” He smiles. “God, that seems like forever ago and yesterday all at once.”
You grin against his lips when he pulls you in. The two of you part for air, in no particular hurry to get up.
“Forever, huh?” you tease, feigning hurt. You drape a dramatic hand across your forehead, miming taking a knife to the heart. “Ouch, baby.”
He huffs in mock annoyance and rolls his eyes.
“I never said forever was a bad thing,” he whispers, eyes staring right into your soul.
“You’re all I want, doll.”
‘I’m never gonna love again.’
#marvel#marvel x reader#x reader#avengers#bucky x you#bucky#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky fanfic#james bucky buchanan barnes#bucky x female reader#bucky barnes x fem!reader
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redacted listener hcs — favorite animals
i was bored and decided to give the listeners favorite animals based purely on vibes :) (also some pet hcs heheh)
long warning
Angel — most people would assume that they like something basic, like cats. while they do like cats, they like llamas and alpacas more; they think theyre silly and cool and always whines about David not letting them ride any when they go to some sort of fair or carnival
Babe — classic cat lover! they grew up with cats, so it was to be expected. they also likes dogs a lot; their favorite breeds of both being devon rexes (cats) and borzois (dogs)
Sweetheart — they like lizards. while they never had any pets growing up, they became acquainted with the multiple lizards that lived in their school friends’ gardens. they specifically like green basilisk lizards and draco volans
Darlin’ — surprisingly, they like insects. they found a preying mantis egg sac in their backyard when they were ten, and they managed to convince their parents to let them keep one of the mantises once it hatched. they like carpenter ants and preying mantises
Lovely — they like both snakes and cats. after turning, they joked to Vincent about how they were “like an albino snake now.” they begged Vincent for them to get a cat, even though cats tend to disagree with Vincent. they like corn snakes a lot and had one as a pet before they met Vincent (Rory lived a good 13 years and passed away peacefully a few weeks before the E&E 2021 games began)
Treasure — they like deer. they loved reading about the “majestic creatures” in the library, and always beelined to the deer enclosure when they visited the zoo with their family. they particularly love sambar deer and sika deer, liking the way their antlers are shaped
Freelancer — they never gave much thought to things like favorite animals, and theyd often ask growing up, “I’m supposed to have a favorite?” but, they do have an inclination towards zebras and mantis shrimp
Coworker — they love love love ferrets! when they were little, one of their friends got a ferret, and they begged their parents to let them get one (they got a hamster instead. and yes, it died because one of their siblings put it in the microwave). they did all sorts of research on ferrets (what they eat, what amount of love is good for them), and then scolded their friend because they only had one ferret and ferrets need socialization with another of their kind, or they’ll be sad and lonely. they currently have two ferrets of their own, Muffy and Minx
Starlight — theyve always liked birds, even when they were little. a local event that was hosted at a reserve near their house called the Hummingbird Festival took place every spring and fall, and their parents always made the long drive so that they could see the hummingbirds as they migrated. theyve flipped through a few favorites over the years, but the current ones are: barn owls, rosefinches, and ravens. they also like planaria worms, mainly because theyre easy to care for if kept as a pet
Sunshine — they reeeally like horses. like,, reeeeally likes them. bro was that girl /gn growing up: always begging their parents for a horse a pony, even when they knew realistically that it would cost waaay too much. they like black forest horses, colorado rangers, and gypsy vanners the most
Cutie — they went out of their way to like “different” and “unique” animals while growing up, and that habit followed them into adulthood; unlike in school, however, they genuinely like meerkats and lemurs, instead of just saying they do in order to gain clout. they also like beta fish and axolotls
Doc — same as Freelancer, they never gave much thought to their favorite animal. usually, they just said they liked dogs in order to get whoever was asking off their back. after many years of saying that as their answer, its kinda become true. while theyre more of a cat-person, they do like dogs, and has owned them in the past. currently, they have a siberian cat named Vale, and they want to get a bearded collie
Warden — while having favorite animals is considered a “human thing,” Warden likes jellyfish and sea bunnies. one of their charges really likes sea creatures, and they asked her to tell them about them, resulting in about an hour long lesson on whales and sharks. Warden (of their own accord) started researching other sea animals, and found that they really like jellyfish and sea slugs. they specifically like moon jellyfish, mushroom jellyfish, sea bunnies, and sea angels
#teehee#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redactedaudio#redacted angel#redacted babe#redacted sweetheart#redacted darlin#redacted lovely#redacted treasure#redacted freelancer#redacted coworker#redacted starlight#redacted sunshine#redacted cutie#redacted doc#redacted warden#redacted headcanons#vinn says fandom things#vinn headcanons things#vinn says really dumb stuff#vinn yapping
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why i would marry the man in the yellow hat: an analysis
yesterday, I was talking to an irl and she mentioned how she though the man in the yellow hat was a ‘weirdo’ to which I responded that I’d probably marry him, little to no questions asked. I mostly meant it as joke but as I think about it, I’ve come up with many reasons for this decision.
first, the logistical shit
the real estate assets: not only does he own an apartment in the heart of new york city with relatively decent neighbors, but this apartment has AT LEAST two bedrooms, maybe three. the kitchen and natural light (plus a balcony wtf) are probably enough on their own, BUT he also owns—hmm we’ll say ‘has access to’ because who knows if he’s renting or if it belongs to a friend—A WHOLE FUCKING COUNTRY HOME IN UPSTATE NEW YORK!!! it’s near a lake and a cute farm and has room for a garden. the only downside to these assets is that he generally does not ever work, so who knows how he’s paying for this. some shady shit is probably going on, but for now, we’ll dismiss it.
the job: while the movie showcase’s his ability to save dying museums, the tv show sort of ignores his career, which is fine, again, I’m not judging if he’s secretly in the mafia. however, if he does if fact still work at the museum then points to him. museum jobs are rare, presenting themselves only in rom-coms and horror films (aka top-tier filmography)
next, the not as logistical shit
gentle parent: even when george bankrupts a candy store, brings home 1 million donuts and hides them in the couch, and buries his personal belongings in the yard in an attempt to grow them like plants, he never loses his shit. the worst type of people are people with anger issues. also, remember that random kid (bill maybe?) who lives near the country home but has no family or parents and continually makes efforts to destroy the man in the yellow hat’s life. he doesn’t get mad at that kid either. instead, he calmly explains problems and solution to george, allowing him to learn naturally from his mistakes.
wise: again, museum job—means he’s is most likely educated. also, “you don’t give a monkey a latte!” he knows shit.
aquarius: harry styles is an aquarius.
connections: I do have to mention that’s probably illegal to bring a monkey into some of the places he brings a monkey to (ie. his apartment, Italian restaurants, public libraries), so he most likely has connections deep in the government or something be to allowed to do this.
lastly, the shady shit
again, how is he paying rent?: the possibility of a mafia connection is loud. or maybe he’s just a nepo baby, but still I have questions.
the country home: like WHY does he always have to go the country house? there’s not much there. stop leaving the city man.
wait, I just remembered that he’s sometimes has to meet with that scientist lady, so maybe he does still have the museum job, but regardless, he’s never physically ‘at work’, so still concerning.
that’s all I think. if you actually read this, why? what did you gain? thanks though ily <33
#rants and ramblings#curious george#the man in the yellow hat#why did I even write this? no clue#I have so many other things to do
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personal headcanons for acotar:
• elain at some point cuts her hair. like super short. like buzzed
• when azriel and gwyn first get together, he starts talking so much to her that he loses his voice periodically. everyone thinks it’s hilarious, except gwyn thinks his raspy voice is sexy as hell
• nessian have an inside joke that no one knows what it is but every once in a while cassian will point to something and nesta laughs so hard she has to sit down
• cassian is a dog mom. i’m talking dog stroller, little rain hat and boots, family photo shoots dog mom
• gwyn is a cheek kisser. everyone. all the time. good idea? cheek kiss. saying hi/bye? cheek kiss. happy to see you? cheek kiss. cheek kiss? cheek kiss.
• feyre would absolutely obliterate everyone in bumper cars. i don’t have any evidence it’s just vibes.
• helion, lucien, elain, emerie and tamlin are left handed
• nyx has a lisp until he’s like 9 that’s adorable. when he’s older and he gets upset or excited sometimes it slips back out a bit.
• at some point there’s elain on a balcony and lucien in the garden below having a romantic moment a la romeo and juliet but with less death and more yearning
• azriel is a blanket hog
• mor is scared of heights. don’t tell anyone.
• eris is good at drawing. like sketching and doodles. everyone thinks he take meticulous notes in every court meeting when he’s actually just filling up pages and pages of doodles. he thinks it’s a secret but his mother has a box somewhere where she holds on to some of his sketches. she looks at them when she’s having a bad day.
• rhys never has matching socks. he likes the idea of having some part of him (that no one can see) that’s not perfectly put together
• kallias and viviane have a boy around the same time as nyx is born, and the two babies grow up to be best friends, which means that night and winter remain the closest of all allies bc no one is willing to sacrifice these kid’s friendship after they’ve all sustained such loss for such a long time
• LoA mercs beron. i don’t know the how, when, or where, but it’s mega badass and becomes one of the legends told to future generations of autumn court females to remind them that if the LoA won’t tolerate abuse, neither should they
• tarquin had a stutter before he became high lord that he works so hard to control bc it’s hard enough being the youngest, newest high lord, and he doesn’t need one more thing to make others think less of him
• tamlin doesn’t know how to braid hair
• nyx’s favorite family member is amren, and no one (including her) knows why.
• gwyn and emerie get some kind of traditional illyrian tattoo marking them as carynthians and it pisses the illyrians off to no end. it was rhys’ idea.
#alright. eat up kids.#acotar#feyre#rhysand#feysand#nyx#nesta#cassian#nessian#gwyn#azriel#gwynriel#lucien#elain#elucien#helion#the lady of the autumn court#beron#tarquin#eris#tamlin#kallias#viviane#headcanon#the bat boys#morrigan#the valkyries#amren#thoughts and feelings
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