#5- they play together with a glass ball but only one of them is excited to play

[wososage]

One Step at a Time: USWNT x Reader

Summary: Y/N plays in the opening match of the world cup but it isn’t sunshine and fairy tales. Y/N does everything they can to hold their shit together and help the team. 

Warnings: sorry this is very very sad because i need to write out my sad emotions and this is a little bit me writing my life into an imagine… italics are Y/N’s internal monologue

Word count: 1234

Y/N POV

Step One: get to the lobby of the hotel before the bus is supposed to leave

Just put one foot in front of the other. Take the elevator, not the stairs. Save your energy for the game you are going to need it. Are my headphones on? Are my sun glasses on? Follow the team out of the hotel. Ignore the fans. Ignore the media. Get on the bus and sit in your seat.

Step Two: Get to the start of the game without crying

Chill playlist only. Focus on good deep breaths. Keep your eyes closed. Imagine today being a better day. Your family is in the stands. They can’t wait to watch you do what you love. They are so proud of all of the hard work it took you to get here. They will go crazy if you score a goal today. Do the same routine you always do. Take the picture frame out of your bag. Remember that you are playing for those who can no longer be here. Take the necklace off and put it on the picture frame. Get dressed. Warm up. How do the muscles feel? How do the joints feel? Is blood sugar okay? Are electrolyte levels okay?

Step Three: Be the player that the team needs you to be

We all line up. The whistle blows. 

Time to push forward. I am open. The ball is at my feet. The keeper is off their line. Chip the keeper Y/N. Holy shit. It worked. I just scored. Everyone is running to me.

“That was amazing Y/N!” Alex yells in my ear.

“Y/N you are the best!” Lindsey says joining the swarm of people hugging me.

I look up to the sky with tears in my eyes.

This is for you. It's always for you.

“Come on guys,” I say. “There is a lot of game left to be played.”

Line up for the corner. Have a plan to lose the defender. Never lose sight of the ball. Run towards it. Jump high. Redirect to the back post. 

“Fuck yeah!”

“That's two Y/N!”

“Y/N is unstoppable!”

Don’t get cocky. Stay humble. Stay true to yourself.

“Y/N! Push forward.”

I can see what is about to happen. Stay on side Y/N and everything will work out. Run. Get your ass there. Just get a toe on the ball. The keeper can’t stop you. Redirect. Don’t add any power.

“Hat trick! Hat trick! Hat trick!”

“Y/N! You are the love of my life!”

The whistle blows and I just sit on the ground and cry. I should be happy right now, but instead I am so sad. 

This is not how the world cup was supposed to go.

Step 4: Put on a happy face until the public can’t see you

“That was an amazing way to start the world cup,” Vlatko says to all of us in the huddle. “I am proud of all of you. Y/N, congrats on the hat trick. Everyone, enjoy this moment. The rest of the world cup starts tomorrow.”

“One more thing before everyone starts to look for their family,” Pinoe says. “Y/N get in the middle. You know how birthdays work on this team.”

Everyone sings happy birthday to me and then we head over to the friends and family section. 

Seeing everyone so excited that their family is here makes me happy. It’s great to see everyone in such good moods.

“Y/N where is your family?” Sonnett asks. “I wanna say hi to them!”

“They’re in America,” I tell her quietly, trying to not cry. “They aren’t coming to any of the games.”

“That’s okay,” Sonnett whispers in my ear while giving me a hug. “All of our families will support you and be your family during the tournament.”

“Thanks Sonny”

Step 5: Get through media as quickly as possible

Heif takes me to the mixed zone, where I am presented with the player of the match trophy.

“Y/N,” A reporter says, getting my attention. “After your goals and after the game you seemed emotional. Could you speak on what emotions you are feeling and what has been going through your head throughout the game?”

Do I lie or do I tell the truth?

Lie.

Truth.

Lie.

Truth.

Lie.

Truth. The truth will come out eventually so there is no point in lying now.

“Yeah, there definitely are a lot of emotions when it comes to playing in the world cup. Most of the game I kept telling myself to be that player that my teammates need me to be. Every goal was such a whirlwind. They were all split second decisions that worked out in the team's favor. Before every game, I remind myself of all the people I play this sport for. All of the people who would be proud of me for fighting for my dreams. After the goals, I was thinking who I was scoring for. The ones who would be going crazy if they were able to watch this game. I am sure if you were to ask anyone on the team, they would say that they compartmentalize during games and tournaments. I am no different. But once that final whistle blew, I let myself think about the things I’ve been blocking out during the game. I let myself sit in the emotions I was putting aside in order to be the player the team needs me to be.”

“Y/N, is there anything you would like to say to your family right now?”

It’s okay to cry. Everyone will understand.

“Yes. Unfortunately, my family was not able to make it out to the world cup, so they are back home watching this on TV. Before… Before we left the hotel I got a call from my family. There was a family emergency. So to my family: I am very sorry that I am not able to be there to support you right now. I know what you are going through feels unreal and unimaginable. I love each and everyone of you. Please take time for yourself and make sure you are doing okay. And I hope that watching the world cup brings you a little bit of light in this very dark time. Those goals were for Reagan, Chase, and Cole. I will fight to win this world cup for you and for them. And I will be back in a month to give all of you hugs.”

Step 6: Let the team in. Let the team support you.

I am sobbing by the time I get back to the locker room. Almost everyone is either in the showers or the ice bath. I get to my locker and suddenly I am filled with rage. I punch my locker over and over again until I am pulled away by Aubrey and Naeher. I collapse in their arms and just sob.

Nothing in the world feels okay.

By the time I have calmed down, the entire team is sitting in their lockers silently. Patiently waiting for me to talk to them.

“My brothers died today,” I say, my voice raw. “I found out right before we got on the bus. I am staying for the rest of the world cup. My family will be staying in America. I need to win this for them.”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #alyssa naeher #aubrey kingsbury #Alex Morgan #Lindsey Horan #emily sonnett

[bloobearr]

ooting with the forgers! [1/5]

“Yor Forger at the Island of Mainau” / “Briar Rose”

• entry:

June 23, xxxx

It was a wonderful day to take the forgers out for a week long holiday. Handler approved of my request and i— no, i shouldn’t be talking about work.

For the first day, i took the liberty to take them on a short car ride, about 3-5 minutes if there are no traffics of the sort.

Anya seemed a bit bored, of course that’s a given—since young girls like Anya prefer a bit of a thrill or something she can play with. Though Yor was incredibly helpful—as always—she took Anya’s hand and showed her the different kinds of flowers the island has to offer, and told her the wonderful meanings behind them.

Yor looked—too—beautiful and ethereal whilst she was doing so, that…by no means am i a religious man. But, jesus. fucking. christ. My wife is so beautiful, caring and sweet that my fingers moved on their own.

—end of entry—

“Breakfast with the Forgers” [2/5]

• entry:

June 24, xxxx

Yesterday’s trip to the island of mainau was very lovely. Oh! And Loid gave me a beautiful small bouquet of my favorite roses! they smelled wonderful..

We tucked Anya in since she was so exhausted from yesterday’s trip. Loid told me we could let loose for once and since there’s wine, we shared one glass—and one glass only!—i wouldn’t want to get drunk on our first outing together like this! i wish to cherish them, even the smallest of things, whether they’re mundane or not.

I woke up next to Loid, hehe. He’s so warm, i could still feel his warmth. Though, he won’t let me go until i told him that it was time for breakfast. Loid could really be adorable sometimes…

Breakfast was amazing, and it is even more delicious now that i have a family that i love sharing it with me <3

—end of entry—

“Beach Day” [3/5]

• entry:

June 25, xxxx

So far, my stomach is safe, despite the chef from yesterday’s breakfast told us he had “accidentally” switched our jam with a bowl of raw egg mixture and at dinner, where the waiter “accidentally” gave us an uncooked fish—and no, it wasn’t sashimi, which i would’ve turned down just in case—this was undoubtedly an enemy of the forgers, no mistaking it. If it were the enemy of the thorn princess or twilight, they would’ve at least used poison or the sort. A rival from eden academy, perhaps? Were they stalking us?

Nevermind, i wrote and promised my family—and myself— that i wouldn’t talk about work during our time here.

There were lots of people—men, women and everyone in between—casting their—filthy—eyes at Yor. Thankfully none of them had the guts or balls to even approach her or engage in a conversation.

Yor seemed to notice my discomfort and took my hands and rubbed them gently between hers, comforting me with her gentle touch and whispering sweet words to ease my worry.

She’s everything to me. I’m very lucky to have her as my love and my wife.

—end of entry—

“Anya and Bond’s ooting!” [4/5]

• entry:

June 26, xxxx

Anya is very happy today! Why?? Because Anya gets to play with Bond with the other kids here! They have a doggy park! Anya hears Becky does this die-uh-rih and brings this book with her—Anya only has a piece of paper but it’s ok!

Mama and Papa are shacking up right now or kissing so Anya needs to make this top-secret-do not touch or read- letter quick!

Anya has showed off my pre-tih ootfit that mama got me (Anya hears she got it after a bam! bam! assasin miss-yen last week! Very exciting!! That means Anya is wearing her very assasin-ny ootfit!)

Fhank You Mama and Papa,

Anya loves you! (Anya bets that Anya loves you more than you do, heh.)

—end of entry—

“Forger Family Picture” [5/5]

• entry:

June 27, xxxx

The last day felt incredibly short compared to the previous days of our short holiday. Though, even short, i’m glad Anya, Yor and Bond had fun. They deserve the break, and i do believe that i, Loid Forger needs this outing as much as they did.

Here’s hoping to more outings like this. Hopefully, with a new member of our family joining our eventful outing.

Thank you for giving me this wonderful family.

Sincerely, Loid Forger.

#spy x family #fanart #my art #loid forger #loid x yor #twiyor #yor forger #loidyor #thorn princess #twilight #anya forger #spy x family fanart #this is a stamp sticker project i made #for an upcoming convention! #added some entries or diaries from our fav forgers too #bond forger

[mi-rae07]

Kang Yeosang : Prince Of Hearts (Part 5/9)

Pairing : Kang Yeosang (Ateez) and named character (Moon Yena)

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The ball was huge, filled with officials, ministers, village heads and even priests at top positions from all over Malaya. Yeosang and yena were now walking down the stairs, yena's hand in his as he led her down the stairs carefully. Yena felt the people's eyes all on them, a small smile plastered on Han's face as he noticed them. Yena leaned closer to yeosang before whispering

Yena : why is everyone staring at us?

Yeosang : you, they're staring at you, yena. Definitely because you're too beautiful to be real-

Yena : no, they're staring at us, yeosang.

Yeosang : then it's probably because of our outfits. In Malaya when a man and a woman wears the same colored clothes, it means they're going to marry each other.

Yena : and you let yourself wear something like that?

Yeosang gave yena a small smile before saying

Yeosang : you are planning to marry me anyway, aren't you?

Yena blinked her eyes as the King came up to them, yeosang giving a small bow to his father as Han said to yena

Han : you look beautiful tonight, your majesty. And you look wonderful together with my son. Tonight we celebrate the day my forefathers conquered this nation, I hope you enjoy yourself, empress moon.

Yena looked at the minister that was already rushing up to talk to both yena and yeosang with an excited face as she said

Yena : I hope so too, your highness.

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Yena : even the ministers in my own nation respect me less, yeosang-shi.

Yeosang : you just don't realize how respected and famous you are outside your nations.

Yena : famous, or infamous.

Yeosang chuckled as he said

Yeosang : both.

Yena nodded, looking around the ballroom that now had a hundred different people conversing to each other about various matters. Yena and yeosang had just gotten out of conversing with every single politician in this land after an hour or so of it and they were now standing at the corner, having champagne. Yena was this close to running away and changing this dress, she had no idea how the ladies could live an entire day wearing things like this. Especially working ladies, they now had her respect.

Just as yena was about to say something music suddenly poured through the ballroom, an orchestra playing a romantic song few meters away from them. Yeosang gasped as he quickly kept the champagne glass away before saying

Yeosang : it's time for dancing!

Yena groaned, having another sip of her champagne as yeosang stepped forward and tugged at her hand

Yeosang : come on, come on!

Yena : yeosang, I can't dance-

Yeosang : well then I'll teach you!

Yeosang snatched the champagne glass from yena before placing it on the table as he dragged her towards the main hall, some couples already dancing. Yeosang held one of yena's hand, his other hand placed at the back of her waist as he whispered

Yeosang : this is going to be fun.

Yena looked around, her careful eyes noting every single detail of the people around her. She was not used to letting go of all this, she was only used to being on tip-toes at every given moment. And yeosang noticed it, as he always had. He brought her closer to him, making yena look back at him with confused eyes.

Yeosang : if you want to do this properly, you got to let go of all this.

Yena : yeosang-

Yeosang : no one's going to do anything to you here, I won't let them, I promise.

Nobody had ever really promised to protect yena apart from anything else except duty.

Yeosang : but you have to focus on me, on us. That's the whole point of dancing.

Yena nodded, placing her hand on yeosang's shoulder as he smiled and started leading the dance. For the first few minutes yena stepped on yeosang's feet, apologizing every now and then for the small hums of pain he'd let out. But yeosang continued asking her to go further, yena slowly getting the rhythm as she now started enjoying the dance.

Yeosang chuckled as he twirled yena around, yena having a small smile on her face as she turned back and laid her palm against yeosang's, walking in a circle as they stared into each other's eyes. Yeosang smiled because of how much he enjoyed dancing, and yena smiled because of how happy yeosang looked. She could do anything for that, anything for that smile.

The music turned more upbeat, turning the romantic tune to something more joyful. Yeosang smiled wider, holding both of yena's hand in his as he twirled them around. Yena laughed at the way the wind blew against her hair, her feet having a rhythm of it's own as she jumped and danced along with yeosang who seemed to have as much fun as she did. And for the first time yena felt herself laugh as loud as she wanted to, unaware of everything and everyone around her.

There was only yeosang in the room, only him, her, and the music. And it was all perfect, it was happy.

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2 days later :

Yeosang : but it's fun!

Yena : yeosang, it's mud. Are you really asking an empress to cover herself in mud?

Yeosang : well that depends on whether you get to defeat me.

Yena : I can always defeat you.

Yeosang : then this shouldn't be hard. Unless you're the one getting thrown to the ground, you won't have to cover yourself in any mud, your majesty.

Yena let out a breath as she looked at the muddy ground below her feet. It had been raining the past day and only now had it ceased. The rain had left the ground outside the palace wet and muddy, small puddles visible here and there. Yeosang, apparently, loved the mud and the after effects of rain. And now he wanted to have a sort of wrestling match with yena, where whoever gets muddy first loses.

Except yena had never gotten mud on herself, even as a child. Her mother had never let her.

Yeosang : so! Shall we start?

Yena sighed as she nodded, yeosang was always full of surprises.

Yena : fine.

And for the next few minutes the two of them were locked in intense battle, yena blocking every one of yeosang's attacks and his attacks getting only fiercer as seconds passed. Soon enough yena realized it was time to attack the prince. And she did, causing yeosang to lose balance and trip over. But just before yeosang could fall on the mud yena held him up by his arm, pulling him towards her to prevent him from falling.

That caused yeosang to hit against her, his body touching hers and their faces now inches apart from each other. Yena could feel yeosang's heavy breaths on her lips as he stared into her eyes before asking

Yeosang : why did you do that?

Yena : you could get hurt if you fell down like that, prince.

Yeosang : that's the game, yena. You're supposed to-

Yena : I won't let any harm come to you, even if it's for a game.

Yeosang stared at yena for a long time, his heart thumping hard against his chest. And suddenly yeosang smiled, yena's eyes slightly widening as she realized what it meant. But before she could do anything yeosang flipped her over, using his own leg to trip her as the both of them fell right into the mud, yena letting out a yelp as she felt herself get covered in mud.

Except yeosang's hand held the back of yena's neck, the impact hitting his hands instead of her head.

Yena : OH DAMN YOU KANG YEOSANG!

Yeosang laughed, looking into yena's eyes as he whispered

Yeosang : you should've just let me fall, moon yena.

Yena watched as yeosang giggled, a few splashes of mud on his cheek as well. And she felt a smile spread on her face at the sound of yeosang's pretty laughs, the sounds making her feel happier than ever.

Yena brought her leg towards yeosang's stomach before pushing him away from her, causing yeosang to let out a yelp as he fell on the mud. Yena chuckled, getting on top of yeosang now as she said

Yena : who's fallen now, yeosang-shi?

Yeosang giggled before saying

Yeosang : want to try again, empress?

Yena smirked as she nodded, standing up straight before saying

Yena : get ready to get defeated again then, prince kang.

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A week later :

Yeosang was now walking towards yena's chambers, a small smile on his face as he looked around the open corridors. The maids that were passing by bowed at him, yeosang giving them a bow as well. Yeosang had never been this happy in his life, never felt the need to spend all his time with that one person. Yena still had her duties as an empress, official letters to reply to on a daily basis and meetings with a few of her ministers who had come along with her. It took up most of her daytime, just as yeosang's did due to his official duties as crown prince.

But even through all that yeosang felt the need to see yena again, he found himself looking forward to when they could talk again, about things that probably didn't matter. Yena smiled more now, and every time she did yeosang would have this weird feeling that felt too good to be true.

He didn't know what it was but he could care less right now.

Yeosang looked forward as he saw one of the guards walking towards yena's room, yeosang walking up to him as he asked

Yeosang : is something wrong?

The guard quickly bowed at yeosang before saying

??? : oh no, your grace, it's just that her majesty has a letter from an important person.

Yeosang : doesn't she usually come and collect state letters by herself?

??? : yes, but this is deemed very important, your grace. It must be handed to her at once.

Yeosang : then give it to me, I'll hand it over to the empress.

The guard froze at those words, his eyes showing sudden nervousness. And that only irked yeosang further, he knew something was going on.

Yeosang : soldier?

??? : I can hand it over to her majesty by myself, lord prince-

Yeosang : I am aware. But so can I, so hand it over.

??? : are you sure, lord prince?

Yeosang : are you questioning me, soldier?

The guard pressed his lips and handed the letter over to yeosang before walking away, his head lowered. Yeosang sighed and looked at the letter, realizing it was from the vice commander-in-chief of Yena's empire. Yeosang opened the letter, his heart beating faster as he unfolded the paper and started reading through it

To her majesty, Empress Moon Yena,

Your highness, this letter has been written to enquire about how far our planning to conquer the Malayan nation has gone through. I had hoped to receive an oppurtunity to visit the nation myself but things have been quite tight here, considering the prospect of a future war. The people are growing restless and hence I'm afraid I must usher you to go through our plans to defeat the prince and his father faster than earlier discussed.

Please write to me about the status as soon as you can, I will be waiting. The future of our nation and it's people are in your hands, empress. I hope you always remember that. Your empire awaits your safest return.

From Kim Haru, vice commander-in-chief.

Yeosang crumpled the letter as he felt tears form in his eyes, tears of betrayal and tears of realization.

Yena had come here not for the minerals, but for his entire nation.

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#ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez ff #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop ff #angst #ateez #ff #fluff #ateez yeosang #yeosang imagine #yeosang angst #yeosang fluff #yeosang au #kang yeosang #yeosang #yeosang ff #yeosang fanfic #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #kpop au #kpop imagine #yeosang imagines

[bluedragonfairy2000]

Brother in a Bottle

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 (Here), Chapter 6

Chapter 5: Bonding Time

Tommy was relaxing at the bottom of his bowl having finished eating around ten minutes early when he heard the sound of a door opening. He quickly perked up and look over to the front door. The front door opens and Phil and Wilbur walked in carrying more bags. Tommy swam around in his bowl excitedly as Phil and Wilbur began unloading the car. After they were done unloading everything Wilbur quickly ran over to Tommy while Phil began putting stuff away.

“Hey Tommy, we’re home! Did you miss me?” Wilbur asked eagerly as he put his face next to the bowl.

“Surprisingly I did, Techno was pretty boring after he fell asleep,” Tommy said as he and Wilbur gave a glance to the sleeping guy on the couch.

“Well at least I’m here now to keep you entertained, and hey we’re about to put together your new tank so that should be pretty exciting!” Wilbur said.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to get out of this tiny bowl!” Tommy said, swimming a lap around his bowl to punctuate how tiny it was. “A big man like me needs lots of space after all!”

Wilbur looked down and noticed the can of fish pellets resting by the bowl “At least Techno remembered to feed you before passing out.” he said picking up the pellets and carrying them over to a drawer.

Tommy awkwardly chuckled at this statement and chose not to say anything for fear of accidentally outing Tubbo. He just hoped that neither Wilbur nor Phil brought it up to Techno.

As Wilbur was putting the canister away Phil walked over to the bags and bulled out what looked to be a large glass box, then he started to pull other things out of the bag and start working on placing them inside the box.

“Hey, Wilbur? what’s Phil doing?” Tommy asked.

“Oh he just set up the filters for your tank, he should have it done in a few minutes, do you want to watch, or do you want it to be a surprise?” Wilbur asked.

“Hmm... I think I want it to be a surprise.” Tommy said.

“Alright! Then I will move you somewhere where you can’t see him building the tank until it’s done. Hmm...” Wilbur thought about where he could put Tommy. “I know! You can stay in my room until dad finishes up the tank!”

“That sounds good to me,” Tommy said wondering about what Wilbur’s room looked like.

“Ok!” Wilbur turned to Phil. “Hey Phil, I’m going to take Tommy to my room to hang out for a bit, is that ok?”

“That’s fine mate, just be careful going up the stairs,” Phil said.

“Ok!” Wilbur picks up Tommy’s bowl and carefully carries him upstairs, moving slowly so that he doesn’t hurt Tommy or accidentally knock the water out of the bowl. After around ten minutes they make it up the stairs and down the hall to Wilbur’s room.

Wilbur moves the bowl to one arm while using his free arm to open the door.

Tommy watches eagerly as Wilbur opens the door. As soon as Tommy sets eyes on the room he gasps. The walls were painted a sky blue which contrasted with the bright yellows of Wilbur sheets. The dresser and desk were made out of a dark oak which matched the trim around the room. The soft gray carpeted barely made an impression in the colorful room. The room was mostly tidy except for the avalanche of clothes and junk spilling from the closet. However, the thing that caught Tommy’s eye was the strange-looking item leaning against Wilbur’s bed. It was a wave-like shape of wood with a long neck that end in a small wooden head. There were also multiple strings attached to the same device. Tommy has only ever seen a few things like it in his life. He had watched as the rich Nereids used similar devices to play music whenever they were throwing a party. Tommy briefly wondered if Wilbur was paid lots of money to perform at galas and balls.

“Woah! This is so cool!” Tommy exclaimed as he quickly swam around his bowl in an attempt to get every little detail about the room.

Wilbur laughed at Tommy's excitement as he brought the fishbowl into the room. “Glad you liked it! It took me a bit to settle on how I wanted the room, but in the end, I decided to keep it plain and simple.” Wilbur said as he hosted Tommy up onto his bedside table.

“Well it's one of the nicer places I've been to, those rich people must pay you pretty well for all of your talents. You must be rolling in kelp by now.” Tommy said taking the time to admire the knickknacks on Wilbur's dresser.

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked confused.

“Well aren’t you a musician?” Tommy said doing his best to gesture at the strange object across from him.

“Huh, oh yeah I play the Guitar and Sing a bit but so do plenty of other people,” Wilbur said not knowing where Tommy was going with this.

“Really? That’s odd, where I’m from singing and musical talent are rare. Only the Sirens know how to use it properly and they get paid quite a bit to perform at events.” Tommy explained.

Wilbur chuckled at this “I wish I would get paid for my music but I'm still an amateur and have only written a couple of songs so I doubt anyone would be interested in my music.”

“You have made your songs,” Tommy said amazed “can I hear one?”

“Oh um, sure I’ll play you my newest one, it’s called Your New Boyfriend,” Wilbur said as he picked up his guitar and warmed up before beginning to perform for Tommy.

Tommy was blown away as Wilbur began to sing. While Tommy didn’t understand any of the lyrics he thought that Wilbur's guitar playing and voice might just be the best thing he has ever heard.

As Wilbur sings he slowly forgets that Tommy is even there and beings to ham it up a bit which only leaves Tommy in awe as he sees how carefree and fast-paced the song is, most of the songs that the sirens play are slow-paced and more melodic. So soon Tommy starts nodding his head to the beat and pretending to strum an invisible guitar whenever Wilbur reaches the course.

As Wilbur finishes the song he remembers that Tommy is there and gives the little mermaid a sheepish smile, “sorry that it’s not very good, I’m still working on it.”

Tommy's mouth drops open as he stares at Wilbur in disbelief. “Not good? Not good!? That was amazing! It was probably the best song I have ever heard! Forget the sirens! If you were to perform where I am from you be a legend! You be so rich and famous it would be crazy! You would probably have so many women knocking at your door you would have to hire a security force just to have a moment of peace, that’s how good you are!” Tommy said excitedly while waving his arms around to try and get his point across.

Wilbur is partially taken aback by Tommy's excited ranting, but after a moment a fond smile grows on his face. “Wow, Well, then I bet I will get even more money and fish women once it’s finished.” Wilbur said in a playful tone.”

“Awesome! I could be your publicist too! I can see it now! Big Man Innit presents rising superstar Wilbur Soot Watson! It will be great!” Tommy says with stars in his eyes.

At this Wilbur lets out a light-hearted laugh before nodding. “Yeah let’s do it!”

Soon Phil’s voice comes from downstairs. “Boys! Come down here! I have finished setting up the tank!”

“Oh! I almost forgot about that” Wilbur says to Tommy. “Coming Dad!” he yells out as he hops off his bed and sets his guitar down before walking over to Tommy’s bowl “Ok close your eyes and no peeking!” Wilbur says as he picks up Tommy’s bowl.

“Ok!” Tommy says as he quickly closes his eyes and puts his hands over them for good measure.

As Wilbur takes him downstairs to see his new tank Tommy can barely keep himself still. Partially because the motion of Wilbur walking down the stairs is shaking the water and thus pushing him around as well but mostly it is due to his excitement at seeing what the guys have put so much effort in for him.

After a few minutes, Tommy can hear the bowl getting set down on something and the water stops moving. Then he hears Phil’s voice “Ok mate, you can open your eyes now.”

Tommy quickly does and gasps in delight at the sight before him. In front of him is the large tank he spotted earlier, now filled with water, the water is an amber color and seems to be blocking out some of the light from the small lights placed on top of the tank. Throughout the tank, there are many green plants with large leaves dancing in the small waves that the filter Makes. Finally, there are two large structures in the water that looked big enough for Tommy to fit in. One con them was a large plastic log which appeared to be cracked in half allowing an opening at the top as well as openings on both sides of the log. The other decoration was a smooth gray stone with two large holes in it exposing its hollow interior.

“Woah! This is so cool! Tommy said as he pressed himself up against the glass to try and get closer to the new tank.

“Glad you like it! Took forever to put together do you want me to put you in?” Phil asked

Tommy eagerly nodded “Yeah cmon I want to explore my new sick crib!”

Phil lets out a laugh then picks up Tommy’s bowl and carries him over to the tank. He waits for Tommy to swim to the top of the bowl before gently scoping him out and quickly placing him into the tank.

We filled it with all kinds of things for you! Plants to swim through, things to hide in, and even something called a betta hammock which will let you sleep at the top of the tank Wilbur said pointing out the fabric leaf that was attached to the tank and one of the nearby plants.

“I love it! This is so cool!” Tommy says. Look over at the other three and notice that Techno is now awake and watching him from the couch.

For the next several minutes the three humans watch as their new friend explores his tank. However, when Phil looks up at the clock he realizes how late it is and turns to the others. “Looks like we have to head to bed soon. You want me to turn off the lights so you can sleep Tommy?”

Sure, let me just get in my hammock! Tommy says swimming to the top of the tank and laying down on the fake leaf. “Ok, you guys can turn the lights off now. Night everyone!”

“Night Tommy!” Wilbur says

“Goodnight” Techno yawns out getting up off the couch and following Wilbur upstairs.

“Night Mate, see you in the morning,” Phil says as he turns off the tank lights plunging the tank below Tommy into darkness. After That Tommy watches as Phil turns out the rest of the lights in the kitchen and living room as well as turns off the T.V. that Techno left on. Finally, Phil heads upstairs and Tommy settles down finally relaxing.

As Tommy starts to drift off he finds himself thinking that he could get used to this. With that thought, Tommy falls asleep happy at finally finding a place that he could call home.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #brother in a bottle fic #fanfiction #ao3 #g/t #mermaid tommyinnit

[feluka]

Mirrors

#tales of the abyss #luke fon fabre #asch the bloody #my gifs #love these scenes out of context #1- identical twins have contest to see whose eyebrows can slant at a more impossible angle #2- identical twins shove and kick each other #3- identical twins have a nap on the floor while holding hands #4- 'mom said it's my turn with the sword of lorelei!!!!' #5- they play together with a glass ball but only one of them is excited to play

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hey i hope ur having a great day<3

could u do a george weasley smut where he uses a v!brator and some other toy on the reader while having sex

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

George Weasley x Reader.

Words: 1,339

Warnings: Smut18+. Overstimulation, Teasing, Dom Energy, Use of Sex Toys, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Handcuffs, Gag, Nipple Play, Mentions of Drinking (?).

“George!” I quickly closed the door to the apartment behind me, waiting for a reply.

“Hello? Honey?”

I drop my bag next to the kitchen counter, walking through our small apartment. The only sound is my heels clicking against the wooden floor boards. My eyebrows knit together looking around our empty bedroom, I huff in annoyance, checking my watch. 5:05pm, he should be home.

My eyes fall to the bed, a brown box unsealed and a note sitting on top.

‘Y/n, baby,

I stepped out to grab wine. Lay out the contents of the box. Pick your favourite.

Keep your heels on.

George x’

Biting my lip, I re-read the note quickly. Curiosity takes over me as I open the box, a gasp falling from my lips. My fingers touch the smooth silicone of the blush pink vibrator, excitement bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I continue to dig through the box, touching fluffy handcuffs and a ball gag.

“What are you up to Weasley?”

I strip my clothes off, laying out the new toys on the bed. I lay beside them, my legs spread wide, heels digging into the comforter. I lean over grabbing the vibrator, turning it on as a low hum fills the air. Pressing the button on the base causes the speed to pick up, my pussy throbbing with anticipation.

“Princess!” My heart jumps at his voice, quickly scrambling to turn the toy off, hearing George chuckle.

“Someone’s eager.” George’s eyes trail over my body, filled with lust.

“I-um,” Blush fills my face, my body going hot. George holds his finger to his lips, silently shushing me. I watch as he grabs the handcuffs on the bed, dragging the fluffy material up my body. My breathing picks up, feeling him tug on my hands, cuffing them together against the bed frame. George leans down to my face, a smile dancing across his lips. I lean forward to meet his lips before he pulls away, causing my hands to jolt against the cuffs.

“Tease.”

“Oh, I’ll show you teasing.” George grabs my ankles, pulling my body down the bed, a yelp falling from my lips as the bedhead rattles against the cuffs.

The familiar buzzing hits my ears as George drags the vibrator up my legs. My breath hitches, the silicone dancing across my mound, vibrating my ribs before brushing against my hardened nipple.

I gasp at the new sensation, George with a smug smirk on his face. George drags the vibrator down my body, my hips thrusting up with need.

“Nuh uh.”

I pull on the handcuffs, wanting nothing more than to pull George in for a kiss.

“Fuck, do, uh, do something.”

My voice sounds more desperate than I thought it would. My pussy clenches around nothing. His chuckle makes my eyes roll, not out of pleasure but frustration. I know he won’t do anything, not now that he knows how needy I am. He’s going to drag this out, the thought causes butterflies to erupt inside of me.

George softly hovers the vibrator above my clit, his eyes locking onto mine. His lips kissed up my thighs.

“George, something!”

His hand slaps my thigh, pressing the vibrator against my cllit hard. My legs shake, my back arches. The pleasure instantly stops, the sound of the vibrator still buzzing in the air. I look down at George, searching for an explanation as to why my pleasure stopped. My eyes drag over his toned body, a soft whimper escaping my lips as his cock slaps against his stomach. My man in all his glory. The soft hum of the vibrator brings me back to reality, looking at the pink silicone buzzing on the fluffy comforter.

“Just fuck me” I whisper, tilting my head back.

“What was that baby?” George presses the vibrator against my clit again, swirling it around my bundle of nerves.

“I-oh.”

“I didn’t catch that baby.”

“I said fuck me.” I spit, growing frustrated and wanting nothing more than George deep inside of me. The vibrator stops causing my body to relax.

The bed creaks under his weight shifting, his hand grabbing my chin.

“I think it’s time you stopped back chatting.” The cool red ball presses against my lips before I can open them, letting the smooth plastic sit in my mouth. The glossy leather steep presses against my cheek as George ties it behind my neck.

“Please.” I mumble against the gag, my ears being met with a mere hum. George smirked at the response.

“That’s better.”

George pumps his cock, his eyes wandering up and down my body. My body is on full display for him. Only him.

“Gorgeous.” My face heats up at his compliment. George runs his cock up and down my slit, collecting my wetness on the tip causing it to glisten in the light.

“Please.” I cry out, the gag causing my words to muffle into a hum.

“Cock hungry slut.” George slides into me fast, my walls instantly contracting around him. I moan loud, the gag vibrating against my tongue.

George chuckles, pinching my nipples as he thrusts in and out of me. I pull on the cuffs, wanting to touch him. His lips trail down my neck, capturing my nipple between his teeth. His tongue swirls around the hardened nub, sucking on the skin. George sucks the plump flesh, littering the skin with his mark. Purple and pink hickies covering each breast.

“So wet for me.” His warm breath fans against my neck as he whispers, his teeth biting my earlobe. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. My back arches into his chest, his cock rubbing against my sweet spot. His whispered words causing my pussy to clench around him, tingles flowing through my body with every thrust.

“Made for me.”

“All mine.”

“Good girl.”

My eyes flutter closed, focusing on the pleasure flowing through my body. The vibration shakes my legs once again, the vibrator pressed against my clit.

“Mmm, you love this, I can feel it.” George smirks, slowing his thrusts to watch himself disappear inside of me. The sound of my wet pussy filling the air.

“Yes, yes, yes”

George rubs the vibrator against my clit, the vibrations and the circles causing my eyes to roll back. I rock my hips up to meet his thrusts, pulling on the cuffs as I chase my high.

“Cum baby.”

I moan his name loud, my legs shaking round his waist as I cum around his cock. The vibrations make my clit more sensitive. The aftershocks of my orgasm twitching through my body. Tears prick at my eyes, the over stimulation causing my clit to ache.

“One more baby, fuck, i’m close.”

“You’re doing so well.”

The tears fall freely down my cheeks, the gag slightly dribbling spit down my lips.

My body tenses, my back arching as my second orgasm wrecks me. George moans loud, His cock twitching inside of me, he pulls the vibrator from my clit, his hands falling to my hips, pulling my body closer to his, his warm cum coating my walls.

George pulls out of me, walking to grab a towel from our ensuite and softly cleaning me up. The bumps against my clit caused my body to jolt, goosebumps washing over my skin. He uncuffs my hands, allowing for me to take the gag off.

“Wow.”

“Wasn’t too much?”

I shake my head, using a separate towel to wipe my face.

“New, different, but so good.” I smile up at George, his eyes flicking to my lips before pulling me closer to him, kissing me softly as if I would break under pressure.

“Let me get the wine.”

I sigh deeply, slight exhaustion hitting me. A love drunk smile dancing across my lips.

“Here love.” I take the glass from George’s hand, smiling up at him. Sipping the red liquid, the sweet yet slightly sour grape taste washed over my taste buds.

“I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too.”

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[nyarsenic]

hi um,,, hewwo,, boy sorry to bother u about this but you have typed a bulletpoint outline of all the beginning of the Cinderella AU as well as a sorta fic of the very ending, but do u have bulletpoints for what happens in the middle? like, what's the mystery? who's out solving it? I think tumblr tagging system is not letting me see all the posts I remember seeing

*entrapta voice* IVE WAITED YEARS FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME TO TALK MORE ABOUT THE CINDERELLA AU

Heres a masterlist and a little elaboration!!

[Cinderella Au Masterpost]

First post/Main Cast Designs

Second Post

Molly, Trixie, Feenie

Story Cover

The Prince of VILLAINY!!

Jaq and Gus

Wheres Zora, Rams, and Howie?

Feenie and Trixie (Elaborated)

How the gang buddies up

OH HEY THERES OUR VILLAINS

The Clock Strikes 12

Cinderella Au Edits

Zora Sketch

Zora and Yooms

Pik Fancomic 🥺

[Elaboration]

The AU was originally just some patched together ideas but!! I have some more consistent thoughts about it now.

This AU takes place about 5 months before Sweet Jazz Museum is announced to the public.

Molly still runs the shop like in canon, but she does it with help of two plushies she got from her mother who "watch the counter" while she stocks things.

As this takes place around the holiday, Molly is putting up some festive toys and things. She admires the glass rabbit figurines she displays.

She soon gets a call from Feenie inviting her to a charity ball/masquerade in a week! It was to celebrate the opening of the Sweet Jazz museum. The things people would give would instead be antiques rather than money to display in the museum.

Molly is excited! She has that day off AND she sewed the cutest accessory to go with a dress she had in the back.

But the excitement would soon wear off when Lorelai 'accidentally' ruined her dress and her Dad left her in charge of the shop. Even though he promised...

Exhausted from school and the night of running the shop yesterday- her eyelids began to grow heavy. And soon Slyvie would appear from the Ether.

[insert fairy goddoctor rules here] Sylvie grants her wish of wanting to go to the ball, creates her dress, turns the glass rabbit figurine into glass slippers, and gives her a sheep steed.

The only caveat is that his magic wears off at 12, and that everyone in question will remember her as a dream they cant quite recall. To keep track of the time and to call upon him, he gives her his pocket watch.

Mollys like alright lets go. She arrives at the party and everythings great!! The Ball is fancy, theres great food, interesting people, but more importantly her friends!!

About an hour of goofing around in the halls, eating appetizers, checking out the pretty antiques, and talking go by in a flash.

In the middle of their discussion of paranormal things- Feenie suddenly notices the Family Heirloom she was wearing, suddenly vanished.

The heirloom in question is a golden bell with beautiful carvings, and a latch on the clapper to keep it from ringing. No one has dared to use it, as it puts people to sleep. Some people say only a day, others say forever.

Thus trio panics and Molly goes to eavesdrop on people, playing it safe. She doesnt believe in her epithet abilities at this point so she simply uses them to listen to an obviously shady guy.

That shady guy was Giovanni, stealing silverware and food for his precious minions. Because DUH stealing from the rich is COOL!! But he explains he'd never steal a stupid bell.

Giovanni soon finds all his boys knocked out in the hall adjacent to where he just was. NOW THIS WAS PERSONAL MATTER OF PRIDE. He shall help the kid. He shall name her bear trap uwu

Molly, Feenie, Trixie and Giovanni team up ((after trixie and gios initial spiderman point at eachother)) to investigate where the people who stole the bell are and why they stole it in the first place.

Upon arriving to see Howie Honeyglow asleep (standing up?!), the Fleecity family guards arrives as well. She introduces herself as Percy, in her spare time she is a Private Investigator and wishes to aid the group in their search for information of the perpetrator in return.

The thing that is baffling the group the most is that there were shadowed figures following giovanni before he found his boys knocked out, how they stole it off of Feenie with out anyones notice, and how it seems that problems outside of the bell keep arising.

Molly eventually cracks the code that maybe the bell was just a red herring- and that perhaps the perpetrator(s?) were after something bigger. Something better. Something IMPOSSIBLE to steal in front of crowds of hundreds. That is- unless the crowd was asleep. They are after the green amulet that was featured in the display. It was the main piece.

A insanely muscular butler kidnaps them and throws them in a makeshift jail after their revelation of figuring out who it was. Indus apologizes to the group for the inconvenience, however he must do what he must to serve his lady.

Though to everyones surprise, Indus informs them he and his lady didnt get it from Feenie. They got it from Ramsey (who happened to be in the cell with them) who Giovanni remembers from his training guide and Percy just cant seem to remember what his name reminds her of.

Molly realizes oh shit his lady may be in big ass trouble, if ramsey or indus or mera didnt knock out Giovannis boys- then who did?

Indus releases the group under the condition that he must save his lady (and thanks them for the tip/favor). The group splits up to find Mera, and hopefully not run into danger

Uh oh molly runs into danger! Mera is the danger. She was about to put the entire hall of people to sleep with the bell.

Molly and mera have their stand off and in true epithet fashion, Meras ass gets kicked by Molly using her epithet in combination with Giovanni (and this time percy as well!)

From an outside perspective, we see Zora and Yoomtah confirming that the Arsene Amulet is going to be at Sweet Jazz Museum to their boss. Yoomtah is giggling at the sight of the fight from outside.

Before mera completely gets knocked out Mollys dress is torn by mera. Molly excuses herself to patch up her dress and when she returns- Giovanni points out that her mask has gone missing

Oh no. Its twelve. (the rest can be seen the in the clock strikes twelve post)

In Percy and Gios perspective, they are looking for someone they cant quite remember. Percy urgently feels as if she must return this glass rabbit figurine- to whom she doesnt know. And even though all of Giovannis boys have woken up, he feels like one is missing.

The two decide to team up once more to track down the mystery person. With a lil help from ramsey on the side.

They eventually track down the person in question! Said person is a 12 year old girl, with a bear hoodie and curly hair with stars. They know her as a friend. And that friend is currently getting scolded for not watching the store yesterday night.

Giovanni is about to go HAM on whoever this jackass of a dude is, but percy cuts in a proceeds to roast the shit out of him for making his minor child all by herself tirelessly.

Giovanni takes this opportunity to "kidnap her" (take her to get ice cream) and soon Percy joins in. Molly realizes maybe her life isn't hopeless at all ;w;

Okay perhaps that was more of a fic than a blurb but nevertheless here you are!!!!!

I hope this satisfies ur question 🥺 Im honored to know that you enjoy it still after all this time!!

If you u have anymore questions or requests for art for this AU please send it my way (*≧▽≦) ❤️

#cinderella au #epithet erased #epithet erased au #its back babey #nyanswers #THANK U LITERALLY SO MUCH FOR SENDING IN AN ASK

[missymurphy1985]

The Revenge

Cillian and y/n had been together for 5 years, only these last few months he'd become seriously complacent and distant. Time for a wake up call.

Warnings - smut. This was a request from @being-worthy , I hope you like it!!

7pm. 7:15pm. 7:30pm. You kept glancing at your watch, the waiter bringing you another glass of wine as you sat, positively seething at the table. The third date night in a row he'd missed, and this was made you especially mad. Your anniversary meal. 5 years to the day since he asked you to be with him, properly be with him, after 2 months of being fuck buddies on the set of Peaky Blinders. You'd bagged the job of being his umbrella girl, so spent most of your time with him, and one thing had led to another after he'd invited you in for a game of cards and a bottle of Jameson's. Strip poker became your new favourite game.

You downed the wine, paid the bill and called a taxi back to your shared apartment. Walking in, he was nowhere to be found. Locking the door, seeing his keys still on the table in the hallway, you turned your phone off and went to bed.

"Sleep on the fucking porch, dickhead."

Waking up the following morning and turning on you phone to 17 missed calls and 7 voicemails, she smiled. Deleting all of them, she slipped one of his shirts on, and made her way downstairs to hear the front door being pounded. Smiling, you opened it to see Cillian stood there with a look of pure rage.

"Morning baby, have a good evening?" You opened it allowing him to enter.

"Where the fuck were you?? I've just spent the night sleeping in the fucking car y/n, why was your phone turned off?" He barged his way in, pushing past you to get to the toilet, his bladder screaming from inside him.

"Sleeping. Battery must have died. Shouldn't have left your house keys, should you?"

"Fucks sake... I'm going to bed." He stalked upstairs, not looking at you and went to bed. Now, you were really angry.

When he came back down a couple of hours later, he was still mad at you. Wouldn't say two words to you as you sat in the living room watching TV, coffee in hand. Into the kitchen he sulked, slamming cupboard doors to make his frustration clear to you. You just smiled.

You were showered now, but still wearing his shirt, buttons done low, exposing your cleavage, with no underwater underneath. You were determined now, plan in action, he was going to suffer for this. Walking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge to get some orange juice, bending completely Dr the waist, exposing your bare backside under the shirt. You felt his eyes on you, watching you, and inwardly grinned, though he couldn't see as your hips swayed slightly as you bent further to grab the juice at the bottom of the fridge. Standing back up, you turned to face him, shirt hanging off your shoulder now exposing almost down to your bare nipple, you straightened your body to drink from the carton, then bent again to place it back in the fridge. His eyes didn't leave your body once as he sat at the breakfast bar with a slice of toast.

"You mad at me, y/n?"

"Hmm? Why would I be made at you, now Cillian?" You smiled sweetly, noticing a small drop of juice on your finger, you licked it as seductively as possible, winked and left the room. Now he was confused... And hard. You smiled, knowing exactly what effect you'd had on him and went upstairs to get ready.

"I'm meeting Orla for lunch, I'll be back by 4." You called from the stairs.

"Tell my sister I said hello, yeah?"

"Maybe." You went upstairs to get dressed, within 20minutes you were out the door.

The following morning, you woke to find Cillian in his office downstairs on his laptop. You'd avoided him most of the previous evening, making him sleep in the guest bedroom. Sure to keep him out of the bedroom you shared, you'd locked your door.

Perking your nipples slightly to harden them, you stood at his office door.

"Hey... Um..." He glanced at you at the door and had to swallow a gasp. You winked at him, before making your way back upstairs. You heard him growl slightly, close his laptop and follow you. Sadly for him, you made your way into the bathroom, and locked the door. Bath time.

Sinking your body under the water, you could hear Cillian moving around upstairs, just outside the bathroom door.

"Y/n will you tell me what it is I'm supposed to have done wrong?" He paused outside the door knocking lightly.

"Mmm.... God this bath feels nice... Warm water on my skin... Fuck I needed this..." You moaned as seductively as possible, keeping your voice just loud enough so he could hear you.

"Y/n open the door... I can make that bath even better..." His voice deepened. This was working like a dream.

"Mm.... Don't you have another appointment with your agent Cillian?" He knew he was in trouble. You never called him by his full name, it was 'Cill', 'babe', but only Cillian when he'd pissed you off. Which he'd clearly done, but had no clue as to how.

Over the course of the following fortnight, you'd kept Cillian at bay, he was still sleeping in the guest room, your bedroom door remained locked overnight (he'd tried, you'd heard him, it was fucking hysterical) while you continued to seduce and tease him mercilessly. Orla had called to say he'd even tried calling her to find out what he'd done, but good as gold, she told him she had no idea what he was talking about.

Cillian had had enough at this point. He'd even tried getting himself off at night but he couldn't do it - his hands just weren't as good as yours, it wasn't the same. He genuinely thought his balls were going to explode, the tension inside him was driving him insane. He called his sister Orla again when you went out to do the food shop, desperate this time.

"Orla I need your help please, I'm your brother... Please? Surely she's told you what it is I'm supposed to have done wrong? All I did was go out with Adam for one night and she's barely spoken to me and hasn't TOUCHED me since!"

"Woah now, that's waaaay to much info for your sister to be hearing now!" She laughed at the other end of the phone, rolling her eyes. Y/n had done very well to keep this up for two whole weeks.. maybe it was time for some sisterly advice for her older brother.

"Cillian when did you go out? What date?"

"Few days after my birthday, so the 30th May I think, why?"

"No, it wasn't the 30th. Think again. Check your dates." He put his phone on loudspeaker and checked his calendar. Then it dawned on him. Oh fuck... Oh shit... Shit shit shit!!

"The 27th.. oh fuck Orla it was the 27th.. and I'm looking at the fucking calender entry for our date night saved as a fucking DRAFT!! I didn't set it properly... Oh fuck Orla I'm a dead man, how's she not killed me?"

"I think in a way she has Cillian!! You've got some serious making up to do - not like the first time it's happened now is it?" He groaned... This would be the hat trick. Three date nights missed because he couldn't work the fucking calendar app on his new phone properly.. but that excuse wasn't going to wash now, he'd had plenty of opportunity to sort his sorry ass out. And to miss their anniversary dinner? No. He'd make this right. He thanked his sister, ended the call and opened a different app on his phone. Operation Clemency was in motion.

****************************************

You left your friends house on Friday afternoon to see Cillian's car parked outside. You could see bags on the back seat, him standing by the open passenger side door waiting for you.

"What are you doing Cillian?"

"Surprising my girlfriend. Listen y/n, I've been a fucking idiot okay? Missing our anniversary date, after missing two before that.. neglecting you, neglecting US... Let me make it up to you, yeah?" You couldn't help but smile, nodding your head you took his hand as he led you into the passenger seat, closing the door behind you.

All the way there you stole glances at one another, Cillian refusing to tell you exactly where you were going. You couldn't help the feeling of excitement - never in 5 years had he done anything like this, you'd have to make a habit of punishing him if this was the outcome..

Pulling up outside a large manor house an hour later, you gasped in shock.

"Shit.. Cill this is beautiful!"

"It's ours." You nearly had whiplash from the sudden head turn in his direction. "I bought it last month, I was waiting until your birthday next week to surprise you, but now seemed like a much better option. Welcome to our new holiday home baby." You couldn't help the tears forming in your eyes.

"Oh my god... But how? When? I don't understand!"

"All those appointments with my agent? Didn't you wonder why I wasn't getting any work from it all? I was at the bank sorting the mortgage for this place! Picked the keys up yesterday, it's fully furnished and ready for us. I figured we could spend the Summers here. Beach is less than a 5 minute walk away, the boys will love it." You were stunned. Well and truly stunned.

Leaving the car, you walked to the front door, Cillian handing you the keys. You opened it and walked inside into the most beautiful setting - it was newly decorated exactly to your liking. It was perfect. You turned to face him.

"You know, I might just forgive you after all..."

"Nope. Not yet. I'm not done." He smirked. "I want you to go upstairs - our room is second on the left. Lay down on the bed and I'll be up in 15 minutes." Raising an eyebrow, you complied, walking up the stairs eagerly anticipating what he had planned. "Fully clothed y/n... Don't remove a damn thing."

You walked in to find a large double bed with fresh sheets, covered in rose petals. Candles lined most of the hard surfaces in the room. It brought a lump to your throat. A fresh bouquet of flowers on the chest of drawers under the window, with a small envelope under them, your name written in Cillians hand writing. You opened it to find a two tickets to the new Enda Walsh play showing at the Gaiety later that week - it was sold out and you remembered telling him you were disappointed to miss it, but when you're Cillian Murphy, sold out meant nothing.

Hearing him coming up the stairs you quickly lay down on top of dozens of rose petals on the bed. He walked in slowly, casting an eye over your body. This would be the hardest thing to do now, trying to control himself, but he was determined to make this last as long as possible. Moving to the old record player in the corner of the room, he turned it on, allowing the gentle sounds of the music to fill the room softly. Making his way over to you, he kneeled on the bed, eyes never leaving yours.

"You're not to move unless I tell you to, okay? Just relax. Sit up." You sat up as he lifted your t shirt over your head, swiftly followed by your bra. Pushing you back down and turning you onto your front, he carefully sat himself across your legs, opening a small bottle of something you couldn't see. Suddenly his hands were on your back, smoothing the oil into your skin, putting pressure all over it. Closing your eyes, you relaxed into the massage as he skilfully eased away as many knots as he could find in your slender muscles.

"Fuck... Cill that feels amazing... Don't stop, please..." He bit his lip, he could feel his erection forming under his jeans and willed himself to have self control. Two weeks without touching you was a long time...

He moved his hands lower, teasing the waistband of your jeans as he moved his body down, pulling them over your hips, underwear following. Now you were completely bare, his hands now expertly rubbing hard circles over your thighs, your calves, then your feet. Your core was burning now, his touch, even after 5 years, doing things to your body you still couldn't believe we're possible. Your hips twitched slightly with the throbbing feeling you couldn't ignore deep in your groin. He could almost smell it, the need in you. Smiling, his hands moved back up your legs, dipping between your thighs and moving closer to where you desperately needed him. He grinned, and teased his fingers closer, then pulled them away. Back over your firm cheeks, up your spine slowly. You groaned, you were positively on fire now.

"Patience..." You bit your lip as he whispered in your ear. He turned you onto your back, now running his hands over your belly as he moved back to hover over your waist. Hands moving higher, he kneaded your breasts, knowing it would drive you crazy.

"Ahh... Fuck Cill... Baby please..." He chuckled, this was more fun than he anticipated, why had he never thought of this before?

Leaning down, he trailed a line of kisses long your exposed neck, your head flung back as he continued his assault on your breasts. Nipping the skin, sucking lightly, you arched against him. You felt close to an orgasm already and he hadn't even got to the good part yet. Your breath coming out in short bursts as his lips moved lower over your collarbone.

"Feel good baby? Feeling close huh? Keep those noises coming, fuck you're turning me on right now..." His voice was intoxicating, his hands roaming, now his lips, you couldn't stop the heat rising in your belly, that familiar knot forming, how was this even possible? You didn't care, and you couldn't stop it - you came hard, bucking your hips up to meet his as it overtook you.

"Fuck... Baby oh my god...." You came down from your high and looked into his eyes, now darker and desperate. He was trying so hard to control it but the control had gone. He hadn't expected you to cum from this alone, clearly he wasn't the only one who'd gone without these last 2 weeks.

"Take them off." He didn't argue. His clothes were removed quick as lightening as he opened your still quivering legs. He quickly pushed himself inside and stopped, just enjoying the feeling of your core swallowing him again.

"Jesus.. I swear you got tighter..." You raised your hands to his face and glared at him.

"Shut up, and fuck me Mr Murphy." With pleasure, he thought to himself, as he pounded into you hard and fast, both of you groaning into each others mouths as you kissed hungrily, desperate to get as physically close as possible. You rolled him onto his back, keeping him inside you, as you leaned back and rode him hard. You moved his hands to hold onto the bed frame behind him.

"You've touched me enough, it's my turn." Your hands roamed over your own breasts now, hips still rocking against his, your second orgasm fast approaching. You knew, after 2 weeks of abstinence, he wouldn't last long and you were right.

"Baby.. slow down.. I can't... Oh fuck... Ah... Feels too good..." He was raising his hips to meet yours, you felt your orgasm taking over.

"Cum baby... Need to feel you... Fill me up... Drown in me..." He couldn't hold back any longer and with a final, hard groan he came, filling you. His hands came to rest at your frozen hips, he felt your walls clench around him as you came alongside him, both of you breathing heavily as you came back down to earth from the most exquisite high either of you had ever had. Leaning your body back down to kiss his lips, you gave him one more squeeze of your walls, emitting a twitch and a gasp from him, before collapsing next to him.

"Fuck... My god Cill, I'm gonna have to punish you like this more often..."

"The fuck you are y/n, never again are we going more than 24 hours without sex, ever.. I don't care how mad you are at me.." you both laughed, curling up in each others arms, Cillian whispering how sorry he was in your ear, how much he loved you, as you gently fell asleep.

The following morning you woke to an empty bed, but you could smell coffee and breakfast being prepared downstairs. You made your way down wearing just his T shirt from the day before and found a full breakfast waiting for you. Sausages, eggs, bacon, toast, juice, croissants... All there on the countertop. A plate, cutlery and a coffee waiting for you.

"Just missing the pinny Mr Murphy..." You giggled as he turned and stuck his tongue out at you cheekily.

"Eat up and get dressed y/n, I'm taking you for a walk this morning." Smiling, you ate, and an hour later you were stood on the beautiful golden sands of the beach 5minutes from your new holiday home. Watching the waves crash, you were the happiest you'd felt in a long time. You heard Cillian behind you.

"Turn around, y/n." As you did, he took your hands in his and kissed your lips.

"If I have to spend every single day for the rest of my life saying how sorry I am, I will. If I have to spend every second making it up to you, I will. You have completed my life y/n.. after my divorce, I didn't think I'd ever be lucky enough to find love again. Then you came along and everything slotted into place. My boys adore you.. their Dad couldn't live without you.. y/n..." He sank down to the ground, reaching into his jeans pocket. Bringing a small, velvet box back up to you, your breath caught in your throat, tears already in your eyes.

"Make me the luckiest man in the world y/n.. marry me?" You fell to the floor alongside him, tears openly falling now as you cried, pulling him close, kissing him softly.

"Yes!! Oh my god a million times over, yes I'll marry you!!" You both grinned, standing now as he held out your left hand, slipping the simple, white gold band and diamond onto your finger. Nothing else mattering in that moment apart from the dreams you both shared of the amazing future you had ahead of you.

@queenshelby @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @being-worthy @margoo0 @cloudofdisney

#cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x smut #cillian murphy

[oikadori]

Teaching their S/O about their passion

The Miya twins spending time with their S/O while doing their favorite thing

⇢   Includes: osamu, atsumu 

⇢   Genre: f!reader, fluff

⇢   WC~1,3K

A/N: I would have loved to post this earlier but...I truly kind of forgot their birthday asjdjdjj. I mean, I realized it too late to make something. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading♡

“Can I chop that?”

“No”

“And that?”

“That’s already chopped, Y/N” Osamu turns off the cooking pot, looking at you from the corner of his eyes with a tiny smile. Your voices are the only sounds in the house since the other Miya is still at Inarizaki, practicing.

“If you want to teach me, then put me up to something!”, you pout, resting your back on the counter, arms crossed over your chest.

Osamu turns with a deadpan expression, but you notice the small curve on his lips. He leaves the knife he had over the marble surface and sighs amused.

“You are really bossy, you know? – I like it”

“I’m not a noob at cooking, I know things!”

Osamu’s laugh weakens your knees. You drop your full weight against the counter, turning your face away to hide the redness.

“Then, show me how you wrap an onigiri, pretty girl” you roll your sleeves up, making Osamu move as he looks with curious eyes your determined steps towards the rice pot.  

“Sit and watch, ‘Samu”

He drops himself on one of the kitchen’s chairs as he shakes his head, holding back a chuckle building in the pit of his stomach. You damp your hands before gently taking a small amount of rice in your hand, pressing your thumb on the center for the filling.

Osamu watches your movements cautiously. His eyes open slightly at the graciously way your small palms handle the food. Before he opens his mouth to compliment you, a teasing grin forms on his lips as you begin to struggle introducing the filling.

“You took too little of rice for the amount of filling, look”

Before you can even respond to him, you feel his hands, gripping your waist tightly from behind, making you jolt at the touch. He presses his mouth on your shoulder to hide his smile before whispering close to your ear.

“This is why I was going to teach you, silly”

You huff exasperated at the same time a side smirk traces your lips at the feeling of Osamu’s bulky arms on your sides, sending heat to your ears. His large hand takes a considerable bigger amount of rice before placing it on the chopping board.

“See? This is the right amount”

“That’s all?”

“I haven’t finished my lesson yet, caramel”

A gasp leaves your lips as he grabs your hands to wrap the onigiri together, you feel his cheek pressing against the side of your head, his breath fanning your skin. Your daring behavior ceasing for 5 minutes until you speak up again with a shaky voice.

“Alright, alright. You’re the kings of wrapping Onigiris, but let me show you how I chop the salmon”

You lift his arms with difficulty to get to the other side of the kitchen, you lean on your toes to reach for a knife and place it on the board. Osamu only shakes his head, realizing he is dealing with large size baby and he goes around the counter to be in front of you.

“Be careful Y/N–“

“Shh, I know what I’m doing–Agh!”

For the the second time in the evening, Osamu’s eyes widen as he sees the red fluid on your finger. He quickly moves next to you to hold your hand with delicacy as if it was made of glass.

“ I told ya to be careful – Let me see” he frowns, looking at the cut before turning to one of the kitchen shelves to grab a bandit and alcohol, “you’re a special one, aren’t you?”

“Shut u–nhg“, you hiss at the sting that the contact between the alcohol and your exposed skin generates. You shut your eyes as a reflex just to snap them open again at the warm sensation of Osamu’s lips on your finger, “I still can cook, ‘Samu!”

Your words are caught by Osamu’s mouth, a warm grin showing on his face, making the blood rush to your cheeks before he pulls away from your lips, sighing playfully.

“I really love that stubborn head of yours, but you better stay away from knives for today”

“You just have to run and jump, doll, I’ll make the ball get to you”

Atsumu says looking at you with a cocky grin on his face as you place a hand on your hip, rolling your eyes.

There is only the two of you in the gym, the rest of Inarizaki had left after practice but Atsumu persistently asked you to play volleyball with him so you agreed to give it a try.

He hands you the ball as you furrow your eyebrows together, palming the ball hesitantly, thinking about your athletic performance, or more like the lack of it.

“You make it sound easy…”

“Everyone can spike my tosses, trust me, you’ll do it just fine” he says, cutting you off  to give you a light peck on your lips, his trademark grin curving up on his face, “You’re gonna love it”

He spins on his heels before jogging off casually to the setter’s position, a smirk crosses his face as you sigh, dubitative.

“Okay, here I go”

“That’s my girl!”

You plant your feet firmly on the ground and toss the ball to him. Taking a few steps back to gain more distance before you start your approach.

It’s only a few seconds but Atsumu feels as if the time slows down, a side smile spreads over his features at the way your eyes are fixed on the ball and how your form elevates above the ground. You were, just, perfect.

“There ya go, babe”

In the air, the ball gets to you just as your boyfriend said but gets smashed against the net.

Atsumu blinks a few times as the ball drops on the floor, eyes opening wide when your hands cover your face desperately, muffling a squeak.

“This is ridiculous! I’m never gonna hit it, I suck at sports!”

Atsumu’s lips twitch downwards as he bends for the ball before walking to you with his hands on his hip.

“Don’t say that. I’m the idiot here…I never explained you how to hit it”

He scratches the back of his neck at his dullness, his big palm gently grabs your wrist and places it on the ball.

“Look, you have to open wide that tiny hand of yours and snap your wrist downwards when you hit the ball as it is above your head. Got it, doll?”, the softness of his tone alongside with his cute smile have your cheeks flushing.

“Sorta”

“Let’s do it, then”

You repeat your previous movements, Atsumu’s face is brimmed with concentration as he tosses the ball for the second time. Your eyes open wide when you hear the ball cutting the air above the net, landing loudly against the wooden floor.

You both stare at each other for a straight minute, your jaw falls open, astonished.

“Hell Yeahhh!”

“That–that felt SO cool!”

Atsumu lifts his hands at you with excitement, quickly interwinding your fingers together after you high five him with the same eagerness.

You smile at him, overjoyed, as your linked hands fall to your sides, he pulls you closer before quickly leaning to press a rough kiss on your lips. You shut your eyes tightly as you feel his tongue wandering in your mouth, forcing a small moan out of you.

“You looked really sexy spiking my toss, ya know?”, he says with difficulty, still catching his breath, “Thank you for playing with me, Y/N”. He slightly nuzzles your nose with his, causing you to giggle.

“I want to go again, ‘Tsumu!!”

You quickly move away from Atsumu, leaving him startled as if he had seen some crazy volleyball play. His heartbeat paces faster at the happy look on your face as you shrink the distance with fast steps.

When you hand him the ball, he just stares at you with a silly smile and rosy cheeks.

“ ‘Tsumu? Are you gonna toss to me or what?”  

You close one eye as he pats your head before kissing it lightly, his chest overflowing with pride and joy at your enthusiasm.

“You don’t even have to ask. Just… let me kiss ya one more time, okay?”

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[yandere-sins]

Poison for Miya Osamu please!

Our good boy! Thanks for requesting ^-^

Poison - “How dumb did you think I was? Of course I knew of your little prank.”

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As expected, Osamu was overjoyed when you offered to make dinner for him.

It was one of the rare nights that Atsumu wasn’t around to bother the two of you, and ever since Osamu had instructed you on making basic dishes that didn’t need dangerous tools, you had regained some freedom when it came to food. Much to your delight as well as his.

It was never a big thing that you cooked - or rather prepared - for him, and Osamu was always by your side, watching over your shoulder. In the relationship you two had, there would always be a certain degree of mistrust, but at least it wasn’t as overbearing as when you were with his brother. And eating your onigiri or sandwiches made Osamu as happy as if you had just kissed him, which gave you a lot of plus points with him. It was nice to see him relax after a long day at work too, and it always worked in your favor to please your captors.

Not least because it gave you back your hope. Hope to make a change in your life.

It had been far too long since you started to surrender to what they were saying and doing, just so you wouldn’t get hurt. Regaining the tiny bite of freedom to prepare your own food had made you realize the dependence you had on them for everything. It was their schedule you suited your day to, you justified going to the bathroom to them, and you asked for them to bring home things you wanted to eat. In a way, it was infantilizing, and in another, dehumanizing.

As Osamu was now, you’d never think you could have a chance against him. Even if you managed to trick him, you didn’t want to imagine the lengths he could go to that you hadn’t seen before. The worst you had seen so far probably wasn’t the worst he could be. If the twins were together, you thought your chances to be below zero, but now that it was only Osamu, you hatched a plan. Only, he had to become weaker than he was in his current state.

It had been weeks in the planning, ever since the first few times he let you prepare food for the two of you. Building up trust as you chatted away normally with him while forming rice balls and other cold delicacies, you used a few bad days to push your two kidnappers over the edge enough to sedate you. No one said it would be easy, but it was excruciating not to get caught storing away the sleeping pills they used on you. More than once you were ready to give up and return to pleasing them for your own sake, but you persevered in the end, all for this moment.

“Can you set the table?” you asked him, innocently enough. Even if Osamu had stuck to your side like glue at first, he was now more willing than ever to play pretend with you, especially if you asked him sweetly. Just as if you two had a normal relationship and were fond of each other, that’s what Osamu preferred to believe. Nodding, he set aside his glass of water, brushing his lips to your head before reaching over you for the plates, arranging them at the counter with his back turned. Immediately, you reached into your pocket to retrieve the capsules, opening and spreading them over the white rice balls you had prepared. 

Just as quickly did you wash the leftover casing of the medicine down the drain, pretending to wash your hands before picking up the bowl of rice and bringing it to the countertop on which you usually had dinner at. Osamu had watched you again after setting the table, so you gave him a smile before taking a seat, waiting for him to follow. Everything so far had been going exceptionally well, but you composed yourself to not give away the excitement you felt.

You snatched the one spoon you two usually used together to scoop up some of the rice, trickling soy sauce onto it and holding it up to him. Osamu’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as you offered to feed him, and you calmly, with a big grin, said, “Aah!” to animate him to eat. Seeing his ears grow red in response as he hesitated to take the bite gave you the confirmation that you needed that your plan was working.

Finally, Osamu took the bait you offered. When you quickly scooped up a second spoon to give to him for good measures, he didn’t even raise a brow anymore before eating it. Yes, the boys may be your captors, but they weren’t perfect, and you had been their weakness all along. It didn’t need the second spoon for the medication to hit, but you were convinced that it was better safe than sorry.

It didn’t take long for it to take effect either, and you thanked Atsumu only this once for needing very effective travel medicine. Osamu took a big sip of his water right after the second spoon, and by the way he grew weary and nervous at the same time you knew something felt off to him. “Are you okay?” you asked, feigning worry as you scooped up a third spoon to give to him. “Yeah, just got a bit dizzy there.”

One more can’t hurt, you decided as you gave him a sympathetic smile, knowing he couldn’t resist your kindness, eating out of your hand again. He was barely able to swallow the rice, holding his hand over his mouth, and you saw in his eyes how torn he was between wanting to keep eating with you but also wondering if the food was spoiled.

“I don’t feel so good,” he finally admitted, and you furrowed your brows worriedly. “Do you want to lay down?” you were quick to suggest, and Osamu nodded slowly, not unhappy as you offered to help him back into your room. Seating him down on the bed, you fluffed up the pillow, feeling nothing less than pride that ran through your body as your plan worked out so perfectly. 

“Could ya bring me the water?” Osamu asked as he laid down, and you simply smiled as you complied, returning to the kitchen to fetch his glass.

Patience, you told yourself. Nothing good would come from rushing it now.

However, when you returned, Osamu seemed already out of it, chest slowly rising and falling. His eyes had yet to fully close, and out of your own experience, you knew that it was only a matter of minutes now before he’d fall asleep. You set down the glass, pretending to still be worried as you placed your palm on his head, feeling for temperature. “Are you okay?” you mumbled quietly, and he still reacted with a grumble. He was too awake for your taste. Once he was fully gone, you’d be safe to find the keys for the locks and get everything you needed. But as he was now, you’d still have to wait for a little bit longer.

“I’ll get you a blanket.” Standing up, you turned to leave when a sudden grip around your wrist held you back. Surprised, you snapped back around only for Osamu’s hand to tighten more and more until it was hurting you while he reeled you in.

“You usually need about 5 minutes before it takes effect, don’t ya remember that, [Name]? I do because I always have to hold you down until then.”

His voice was back to normal, no slurred words or grunts and nods this time. Osamu sat up calmly, pulling you closer until you had to kneel down on the mattress to comply with his strength. “W-What are you talking about?” you questioned, feigning ignorance while you were pulled over Osamu and onto the spot next to him on the bed.

“What I’m saying is, we still have another minute or so until the drug ya gave me will put me to sleep. What should we do until then?”

Next thing you knew, Osamu was on top of you, holding you down by your hands and sitting down on your legs to restrain you. “Drug? What drug? I didn’t give you any such thing!” you nervously defended yourself, twisting your wrists in his grip. This should have been way easier, and Osamu should have failed to keep up his strength. Was it his build? Or because you put it into food? Did the medicine affect him so differently than you were used to?

“Come on, [Name], how dumb did you think I was? Of course I knew of your little prank. Didn’t you notice me watching as ya put the damn stuff on the rice?”

Your heart sank as you listened to his words. You thought you were quick and stealthy as you prepared the food, so how could he notice? “Also, I know you hadn’t taken the pills for a while. As I said, you always stop struggling after five minutes, asleep after eight, but your times had been messed up the last few occasions we had to give them to you. I have to know it, I am the one taking care of you, don’t ya know that yet?”

Biting your lip, you felt yourself panic inside. This was bad, pretty bad. Until the sleeping pills really started to work, Osamu was in charge, and he didn’t seem pleased either. When he suddenly let go of your right hand, you quickly clawed into his arm that was still pinning you down by your left, hoping that with combined strength, he’d let go. You completely missed him reaching into his own pocket and bringing his hand to his lips, only noticing the white capsule sticking out from his mouth when he reached around your chin and made you face him again.

But before you could react and slap the pill out of his mouth, Osamu had brought his lips down to your yours, breaking through them even though you struggled to keep your mouth shut. His tongue playing over yours didn’t stop you from rejecting the pill he transferred to you. Osamu didn’t linger for too long - even when he was mad, never overstaying his welcome - but before you could spit it out, he clasped his hand over your mouth. Finally letting go of both hands your hands, you used them to try and pull his hand off you, but before long, he had sealed your nose off as well, giving you no other chance than to swallow if you wanted back your air.

Even though you wanted to pretend to swallow it, Osamu didn’t retract the moment he saw you gulp for the first time, waiting it out until he deemed it most likely that you indeed swallowed. Unfortunately, with enough saliva, it slipped past your tongue and down your throat easily, tears shooting up your eyes as you realized that you couldn’t have stopped it. Only then, Osamu let go, and you snapped for air, frustrated cries escaping you.

“Why did you do that!” you complained, and Osamu didn’t flinch away as you pounded your fists against his chest in anger. “Why did you even swallow the food if you knew I put something in it?!”

For a while, Osamu kept quiet, letting you live out your tantrum before you finally gave up on your anger. Catching your hands as they fell to the sides, he kissed them both gently while you felt more and more drowsy by the second. Only now you realized what he gave you, the feeling very similar to whenever the twins had drugged you before. “Why did you eat it?” you mumbled, the sobs slowly but surely dying out with the rising sleepiness you felt.

“Because I love you,” Osamu said nonchalantly. Suddenly, his whole body seemed to collapse, and you could be glad your arms blocked him from falling square onto you. Up to the last point, he had still made sure you wouldn’t be bothered more by him, as you were able to push him off you, the sleeping pills’ effect almost making it seem like he was dead as he laid beside you.

It had been the perfect plan; you just didn’t think that Osamu was that attentive. There was still a lot you had to learn about the twins, but there would most likely be something new to experience the moment you woke up again and having to face an angry Osamu. But maybe one day. Maybe you could do it another day.

But you had your doubts that it would get any easier from here on out.

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[fairyoftbz]

spring tenderness | l. sangyeon

🌱 word count: 2.1k 🌱 pairing: dad!sangyeon x mom!reader 🌱 genre: tooth-rotting fluff, dad!au, very domestic! au 🌱 tw: mention of food, past pregnancies and breastfeeding 🌱 synopsis: just a cosy morning where you spend some time with your husband and your two boys, Hyungseo and Youngjae. (yes i took kevin and eric’s korean names, don’t ask) 🌱 a/n: i’m not used to write this kind of au but it was so soft and domestic, i’m pretty sure that sangyeon will be a good dad one day 🥺🥺💖 i’m tagging @staywithmoon bc you wanted to read it and i can only thank you for that bub! <33

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You smiled when childish laughter erupted from the garden, the sound warming your heart at your son's joy. The curtains in the children's bedroom filtered the sunlight, generating a subdued and colourful atmosphere. Your son was in a deep sleep, his tiny shut fists resting delicately at the sides of his head, his pacifier moving to the rhythm of his breathing. With the back of your finger, you tenderly stroke his cheek, a joyful smile on your lips.

You sighed lightly, remembering your husband's reaction the day you announced the good news. When you first learned that you were going to be a mother, you weren't sure what to think. Sangyeon's potential bad reaction terrified you, having no idea how well he was going to take this news. The weight had come off your shoulders as he fell to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling with happiness and excitement, you knew you wanted to live this experience with your boyfriend by your side.

Three years have passed since that wonderful event, and it's safe to say you've never been happier. A beautiful, healthy little boy had joined your pair, and Sangyeon had become an overprotective father, always ready and prepared to take care of his son by relying on the many readings and Internet researches that he had completed during your pregnancy. While you were feeding your son or resting, he would transform into a man-of-all-work and help around the house. It took a huge weight off your shoulders, just like when he woke up instead of you to soothe your child who was struggling to sleep through the night, allowing you to sleep and recharge your batteries. Your husband made a great daddy and loved you and your son to death, showering you both with unconditional love.

You announced your second pregnancy on his birthday, a few weeks after returning from your honeymoon. You stumbled across a video in which a woman was giving her husband baby clothes for his birthday on social media, and you decided that it was a creative idea and did the same.

During all these years of living together and this new experience as parents, Sangyeon had decided that you were the one with whom he wanted to settle in and share his life, proposing to you two years after your son's birth. The preparation for this fabulous event had brought you together a lot, and your skills in relationship communication had evolved exponentially.

Here you are now in a life of four, living in a house with a dog and a garden, a place your oldest son loved almost more than his bedroom and his toys. He spent most of his time there when the weather was nice and warm, having fun playing soccer with his father. He also loved making angels when the snow was in abundance, the smile that radiated on his face filled you with the greatest happiness in the world.

Taking your new born son in your arms, you rocked him gently against you, feeling his warm body all wrapped up in his pyjamas against your chest. He struggled to open his eyes and let his dummy fall against his chest. He was so cute that you couldn't suppress a smile, your son returning almost instantly the second his eyes met yours. The big brown orbs he got from his father held a lot of love, and his little feet wriggled in excitement when you kissed his forehead.

"Did you sleep well, my little angel?" Your thumb stroked his cheek, and he continued to gaze at you in awe, your heart softening with tenderness as he let out a gurgle to answer. Gently fixing his position in your arms as his cheek rolled against your chest, his eyes still misted with sleep bored into yours as he slowly emerged from his slumber.

Opening the patio door to the balcony, you tightened your cardigan around yourself as a light wind blew, creating a slight chill in the comforting morning heat of late spring. Your eldest son was chasing a foam ball, your husband standing in front of the miniature goal that reached his thigh, purposefully missing the ball for your son to score.

"Goaaaaaaaal!" Your other son threw his little arms in the air and ran around the garden, your dog following him with his tail wagging. Sangyeon shrugged but smiled, amused by your son's attitude and enthusiasm. You smiled too from your spot on the balcony, gently cradling your other son in your arms. "Good job, Hyungseo!" Your husband looked around the living room for a short moment, looking for you, but he gave you a smile you couldn't imagine brighter when he noticed you up there, congratulating your son for his accomplishment, but the latter didn't hear you.

Once he finally stopped, breathless, Sangyeon walked over to him while chuckling, bending down to be at the same level with him. You watched your husband whisper something into your son's ear, who almost immediately looked up at you. You gave him a little wave with a smile, and he came running up, locating himself just below the balcony, a huge smile on his face.

"Hi Mom! Hi Youngjae!" He moved his small hands from side to side, and you gave him a flying kiss, Sangyeon lifting him from behind to settle him on his shoulders. He laughed as he kept waving, sending him a playful wink in return as you couldn't reach him. 

Your husband grabbed Hyungseo's hands and started running around the garden, still with him on his shoulders, a crystal-clear laugh falling from their lips as they were brimming with energy already so early in the morning. You walked down to the garden, and they stopped when they saw you, Hyungseo touching the ground again. He ran to you as you sat in a lounge chair, watching his younger brother with attentive eyes.

"Are you going to feed him, Mommy?" He asked, and you nodded, making sure your new born was comfortably positioned in your arms. "Come on Hyungseo, let's go make some bread and jam, hm? Youngjae needs to be calm to eat. We can come back to them as soon as we prepared breakfast, okay?" Your husband explained to your child, whose face immediately lit up at the mention of food. “Yesssss!" Your son exclaimed and clapped his tiny hands, Sangyeon gently pushing him inside the house. You looked up smiling, closing your eyes for a quick second as he kissed your lips. "I'll be back in 5 minutes," his hand came to cradle your cheek, and you nodded, enjoying the tender gesture.He kissed your forehead before striding towards the kitchen, closing the sliding door behind him.

You took the opportunity to breastfeed your son, who had his tiny hand resting against your chest, trying to cling onto his food source as your two other boys bustled about and laughed in the kitchen. Your thumb stroked his chubby cheek and you beamed, the tightness you felt in your breast from the milk not being able to compete with the happiness that bloomed in your heart.

"Here you go Mommy," your son's frail voice reached your ears again as your gaze stared into space for a brief moment out of exhaustion, your hand still against your child's face. Hyungseo was holding a tall glass of juice with his two hands, Sangyeon appearing again, balancing three plates in his hands. He put two on his side and one at the other end of the table where Hyungseo usually sat. You kissed your son on the forehead as a thank you and took a few sips, feeling the sweet, pulpy liquid run down your neck and quench your thirst.

"Breakfast served for the best mom in the world," he handed you a plate with two slices of toasted bread spread with butter and honey cut into small squares, smiling at the fact that he had thought about you and your health. "Thank you very much honey," he kissed the top of your head and watched for a few moments Youngjae in your arms as he suckled quietly, his finger caressing his tiny, plump arm. "He's just as handsome as his mother," Sangyeon muttered before looking up at you, a tender smile on his face. You kissed him again, this time on the cheek, your heart going fuzzy at the notable sweetness and sincerity behind his words. 

Your husband sat down with Hyungseo and began to enjoy breakfast, chatting and exchanging looks with great affection. You had never been so complete, and you could only thank life for making your path cross with Sangyeon's. He gave you a wink and quickly wiped off the chocolate spread that decorated the corner of your son's mouth with his finger before bringing it to his own mouth, the latter asking a lot of questions about his little brother and his health. 

He was indeed going through the phase when curiosity was the only thing on his mind, your husband sometimes losing patience as your son wondered about anything and everything. Fortunately, he hadn't yet been amazed at how he and his little brother were created and brought into the world, but it won't be long in coming.

"Mommy! Are you coming to play with Daddy and me?" Hyungseo ran to the rocking chair in which you always fed Youngjae, your eldest child stroking his little brother's skull with his hand. "No Hyungseo, leave Mommy alone, she needs some rest. Nourishing a child can get pretty exhausting for your mother, but she will come and play soon," Sangyeon explained as he carried the plates to the kitchen, his body in the glass doorway. He nodded to his son to follow him, and he obeyed, a sad pout decorating his lips. "Honey, I'll come and play with you after I put Youngjae to bed for a nap, okay?" Sorrow left your son's eyes almost immediately, beaming as he heard his father call him from the kitchen. "Come on, go help Daddy with the dishes. Mommy promises to take care of you as soon as possible," he trotted back to your chair and pressed his lips on your cheek in a slobbery kiss before running to the kitchen. 

You chuckled through your nose when you heard Sangyeon scold him for running around barefoot before shifting your attention back to your son, who was looking at you with a lot of admiration in the eyes. Giving him a lovely smile, your thumb came to caress his cheek again, a wave of relief flooding your chest as he finally let go of your breast. After you burped him, you were about to go upstairs to change his diapers, but Sangyeon emerged from the kitchen right at the same time, smiling at the sight of you cradling your son on your shoulder.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it," he winked at you before taking his son from your arms and kissing him on the forehead, Hyungseo walking up to you to hug you, his little arms struggling to wrap themselves around your thighs. "Come on, Hyungseo, let's brush our teeth and then we'll play, okay?" He nodded, still leaning against you, and you took his hand, leading him to the second floor, following the same path your husband had taken a few seconds ago. 

Being the big boy he wanted to be and in a hurry to get back to playing with his foam ball, your oldest awkwardly brushed his teeth on his own, putting toothpaste all over his face and fingers. You lowered yourself to his level and showed him the right movements he needed to do to brush his teeth properly. Sangyeon was in the corner of the room, a smile on his lips as he changed your son's diapers, moved by the attention you paid to your children's education. He gently wiped Youngjae clean and tickled his belly once he was done clipping the press studs of his bodysuit, your son immediately giggling at his father.

"Everything's good, you can go back to play, but don't run down the stairs," you ruffled your son's hair with a tender hand, Hyungseo dashing outside the bathroom. You were about to raise your voice, but you listened to him go down the stairs one by one with a content smile, satisfied that he obeyed you. "Thank you," you mumbled, wanting to take your son off the baby-changing table, but Sangyeon was quicker.

"You already carry him all day, let me relieved your back and take care of him," you rested his head on his shoulder as he hugged your son, feeling a hand cling to your cheek, making you laugh as Youngjae also wanted to participate in this moment of tenderness. "Come on, let's go downstairs before our other one gets all jealous," you chuckled before kissing your son then husband, letting him grab some sunglasses and a little hat for your son. 

Grazing the railing with your fingertips, you sighed with ease, feeling loved and cared for by the three men who lived in your house. You used to have many doubts and insecurities about motherhood, but your husband's help and support had erased them all. You were happy to be a mom, and nothing could change that.

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[pirate-au]

A Pirate's Life for a Prince (Part 5)

Summary: Roman was a dashing Captain, content with his exciting life out at sea, diving head first into adventure both on and off land. He wouldn't give up his life for anything, and yet he found himself...lacking something. He was never sure what.

When he meets Virgil, a seemingly common traveler in an old tavern, that lacking feeling in his chest goes away for the first time in a long while. So surely there's no harm in offering the stranger and his friend a ride, right?

Notes: TW for Remus being Remus, threats of violence

thank you again to @cheshirevalentine for editing! Check out their spinoff @actorau it's going to be so cool

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 6

The throne room was quiet, the guards stationed around the golden walls silent and motionless, the air just as heavy as it had been since news of the missing Prince had made it to the King.

Janus’s eyes were on the blue skies outside glass stained windows, the guards around him staring straight ahead, backs straight, unmoving for hours.

He leaned against the back of the throne with a sigh. The golden throne was grand and elegant, but also old and uncomfortable. It was honestly more for show than for furniture, and his back always protested the hours upon hours he spent in the throne room. He was always staring at the door, waiting for the same boring pointless people to come in with their same boring pointless demands.

It had been a bit more frantic since Virgil had disappeared along with his advisor, but with over a week of no new leads, no way to track down the missing Prince, things had settled back into routine, just coupled with a rising sense of uncertainty and dread.

Janus could barely even remember the last time he’d had a proper conversation with Virgil. They saw each other in meetings, Virgil quiet and nervous, out of place in a room full of adult royals, but that was about it.

He’d stopped by to congratulate the young Prince on achieving adulthood on his 18th birthday, as well as to praise Patton for his success, but that had been almost a year ago now, and they’d barely said a word to each other since.

Janus had never bothered to get to know the boy- too many bad memories, too much responsibility on top of the crown that had been thrust upon him after the death of the Queen.

He’d been given the throne to the kingdom he was never meant to rule, expected to ignore his own grief and confusion in favor of piecing things back together. He couldn’t raise a child on top of that.

Virgil had his mother’s mismatched eyes. Janus still couldn’t bring himself to look at the Prince without a simple glance being accompanied by waves of unwanted memories.

Patton had raised him well in place of any real family, and Janus had paid him enough to support the young advisor for decades.

And now both Virgil and Patton were gone, vanished without a trace in the middle of the night, and Janus didn’t know what to do.

Virgil was the only heir, set to be King in less than a year’s time now. The boy was a wreck. Anxious, timid, unprepared, and unsociable. So Janus had managed to push back the crowning until he was twenty, rather than eighteen like originally planned.

Patton had done his best, but he and Janus both knew that boy wasn’t fit to be King. Not yet, at least. Probably not for a long while.

But there was nothing Janus could do about that. He was never meant to be King, he was simply a placeholder until the late Queen’s son came of age.

He'd been able to keep Virgil from being crowned as an unprepared teenager like Janus had been, but he couldn't keep the crown off his head forever.

But now the late Queen’s son was gone, and Janus was still on the throne, his back still protesting the long, uneventful hours.

He’d been King for nearly a decade. He’d built his kingdom, built a reputation, placed his spies, made sure he had eyes and ears on every corner. The people knew him, respected him (more out of fear than anything, he suspected). The King was always the first to hear anything.

And yet there hadn’t been a word about the missing Prince. Nobody was sure when he left, if he was still in the city, if he’d left on a ship or was just hiding right under their noses. Nobody knew if he’d left willingly or if someone had stolen him.

It had been over a week, and still nothing.

Janus was pulled from his thoughts when the double doors at the end of the hall swung open without any warning or announcement, loud heels clicking against the floor, the guards startling to attention.

“Hell of a place you got here,” the intruder called, weaving around the two guards stationed at the door, expertly avoiding their grasps. “Did you decorate in puke yellow on purpose?”

Janus leaned forward, watching with his one good eye as the man pushed his way into the throne room, grinning as he surveyed the area, avoiding the apparently incompetent guards.

Janus raised a hand, stopping the rest of his men from rushing forward, weapons raised. The day had been never ending and dull, he might as well see how this played out.

Janus kept his eye on the intruder, eyebrow raised. “And who might you be?”

“That’s not important right now,” the man said, finally spinning around to face the throne. “What is important is… holy shit. What happened to your face? It looks like it was on fire and someone tried to put it out with a fork! Like, in a good way. It works.”

He sounded almost awestruck, staring shamelessly at the marred side of Janus’s face, and for the first time in years the King felt uneasy up on his throne, tensing under the gaze.

Nobody looked at his scar. It was common courtesy to pretend it wasn’t there, an unspoken agreement among the people.

“Tell me who you are and what you want before I have you arrested.”

The man gave a dramatic, woeful sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. “You have a kid, yeah? Short, big mop of black hair, crown prince and heir to the throne of Naither?”

That piqued Janus’s interest much more than the bizarre show the nameless man seemed intent on putting on. “My nephew is the heir, and the city is aware there is a reward for his return. If you have information you should have scheduled an appointment.”

“Appointments aren’t really my thing,” he said, looking up with a bright, crooked grin, one hand moving up to brush over his mustache. “The point is, I know where your kid is.”

“Wonderful,” Janus said. “Where?”

The man merely shrugged. “That depends. How much are you paying?”

He kept his voice disinterested and bored, picking at chipped, painted nails. Well, two could play that game.

Janus leaned back in the throne and examined his gloves, black and gold rings glittering in what little sunlight managed to filter in. He saw the man’s gaze fall on the jewels, his eyes brightening hungrily. “I’m sure we could get you a handsome reward for helping to bring the Prince home. If your information is authentic.”

“Well I’m not offering information,” he said, tilting his head to look at Janus. “I’m offering to collect him myself. There are very few people you could trust with the job, you know. You can’t just pick up any rando’ off the streets.”

“I have plenty of people who are more than capable of bringing the heir back home. You’re expecting me to entrust his return to a stranger?”

The man shrugged again. “I won’t share the information with just anyone.”

“You’ll share the information if there’s a knife to your throat.”

The man actually grinned at that, brown eyes brightening dangerously. There was a scar across the left side of his face, that eye a bit glossy, parallel to Janus’s own injury. “Any fool willing to attack the ship he’s on will die. I can guarantee that. Except myself, of course!”

“Is that so?” Janus drawled. “Care to explain why?”

Remus hummed, rocking forward onto the balls of his feet, smug grin only growing. “You’ve not heard of the Calypso? She’s mighty notorious, especially about these parts. And I’d simply not let anyone near her. There’s precious cargo on that ship, you know.”

Janus had heard of the ship, but only vaguely. He tended to ignore rumors of pirates, busying himself with more important things than following those stories. Especially when such stories didn’t often involve the land he was ruling.

Well, he couldn’t exactly ignore the pirates when they were kidnapping the kingdom’s only heir, could he?

“How do I know you’re right about Virgil being aboard?”

“Why, I have written proof from the Captain, of course!” The man bounced a bit on the balls of his feet, leaning forward. “He’s been on board for… nearly two weeks now? They’ll stop in Gladena in about a day's time, and from there be off to Deigh. You can check any record you please, the first mate is absolutely meticulous about it all.”

Janus drummed his fingers along the throne, studying the intruder carefully. He should have this man arrested for daring to barge into the throne room, whether he was telling the truth or not.

He could send someone he trusted after Virgil, but… the Prince and his advisor would be on the lookout for someone they recognized. And despite himself, Janus was achingly curious. "And how long would it take you to get my heir back to me?"

“Well, considering it took the Captain two weeks to get to Gladena,” the man mused, dropping his arms to fold his hands behind his back, swaying slightly. “I could cut them off at Deigh and be back in less than two months.”

It wasn’t… ideal. The kingdom needed it’s Prince back as soon as possible, especially when he was so close to taking the throne. Janus couldn’t keep the fear and uncertainty at bay forever.

But Deigh was a decent way away. Assuming this man would actually do what he said he would, two months was the best they could hope for. It wasn’t a bad offer.

“Very well,” Janus relented with a heavy sigh. “Every day over two months you’re gone, I reduce your pay. I expect Virgil to be returned unharmed.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re no fun.”

“And I’ll need your name,” Janus said. “I’d like to know who I’m trusting my nephew’s safe return with.”

The man brightened, toothy grin spreading across his face as he put a hand to his chest and bent forward in a mock bow.

“Remus of Lucoria. At your service, your majesty.”

Janus sighed, and some of the guards at the foot of the throne shifted anxiously, no doubt waiting for the order to attack.

As it turned out, there was one pirate Janus couldn’t ignore the rumors about. No one could, with how they seemed to spread with viscosity like no other.

“Ah,” Janus said. He wondered briefly how Remus had managed to dock without word getting to the King, making a mental note to fire his head naval officer. “Wonderful.”

“There we go.” Remus straightened, his grin never faltering. “Now you know who you’re dealing with.”

“And now I trust you to deliver Virgil safely even less.”

“Oh come off it,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like I’m incompetent.”

“You do have a reputation,” Janus pointed out. “And I’d like my nephew back. Not his corpse.”

“I’m ruthless, not stupid. He’ll be alive.”

“He needs to be unharmed.”

“Unharmed is… such a big request these days,” Remus said, turning back to examining his nails. “Should I kiss his booboo if he gets a splinter?”

Janus set his jaw, staring down at Remus from his vantage point up on the throne. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had talked back to him like this, especially in his own throne room. “You should deliver the Crown Prince without injuring him. He’s royalty.”

“Yes, and as am I,” Remus said. “He’s not special.”

“You’re not royalty anymore.”

Remus rolled his eyes once again, turning back to Janus with a smile. “It’s a mindset.”

“Of course it is,” Janus drawled, leaning forward in his throne. “Royalty is power. If I wanted you dead today, your head would be at my feet in seconds.”

Remus laughed then, the sound short and humorless. “I had no problem getting in here, did I? If I wanted you dead today, you would be.”

“Not if you wanted to escape with your life,” Janus said. “But you’re welcome to try.”

“I did say if, sweetheart. I’m not here for that today.”

“Good,” Janus said, keeping his voice cold and sharp. “I still need the Prince back in one piece.”

“Yeah yeah,” Remus agreed, waving him off. “I heard you.”

“Completely unharmed, Remus.”

“Yes,” Remus growled. “I heard you. I’ll kiss all his booboos.”

“Good,” the King said again. “And I trust you’re aware of the reward for Virgil’s return?”

“Oh, I am,” Remus said. “And it’s not enough. I want 3,000. To start.”

Janus scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “To start, huh?”

“I’ve got to be compensated for my time, don’t I?”

“Sure,” Janus agreed. “But I’ll remind you I do have an army at my disposal. I don’t need you for one job. You’ve given me all the information I need to send my own men.”

“The Calypso’s Captain won’t let him go so easily,” Remus said. “And much less to anyone but me. So either I go get him, or he makes it to Deigh and is never heard from again. Your choice.” He said with another infuriating shrug.

There were countless eyes on Janus, the guards watching and waiting, ready to move at the King’s word. Remus was smiling, smug and knowing, and Janus took a steadying, resigned breath.

“Fine,” Janus relented. “I’ll give you 1,500 before you depart, and 1,500 when you return with Virgil.”

“Plus the pre-existing reward.”

The King sighed. He’d pay just about anything to get Remus out of his castle. “Fine. 3,000 on top of the reward.”

Remus smiled again, giving one more fake, flashy bow before sending the King a wink Janus would have anyone else killed for.

He started towards the double doors before pausing and turning back to the King. “How ‘bout a kiss, too?”

“Get out of my throne room.”

Remus cackled, striding past the bewildered guards and pushing past the double doors, the clicking of his heels echoing against the walls. He disappeared and the doors closed behind him, leaving Janus perched on his throne in silence like nothing had even happened.

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[mythiccheroacademia]

Okay okay hear me out. Time traveling children. Like Todoroki, Iida, Shinsou and Tamaki casually finding their daughters in their timeline. Like they look at the girls and are just dumbfounded cause "this girl looks like my love child with y/n". And god forbid if the kid slips a "daddy?!" at them. *they all have daughters and todo has twin daughters and you cant change my mind *

doin the first three as per the rules! 

A/N: Okay, but can we all just agree that Parent!Bnha characters are superior? I literally spend whatever free time I have looking/reading next-gen MHA fanfics. They’re so precious. I might have to make one myself hmmm...

Warning: fluff overload?

Todoroki Shoto:

all todoroki wanted to do was go to bed on time 

all week, his friends convinced him to stay up past 8 and it’s been making him cranky

he’s such a grandpa

but you were a part of the group so he did it without complaint

today, he could finally sleep at 7:30pm

that was until he saw two 13-year-old girls on his bed

the girls stare at shoto and he stares back

then he turns to leave before they’re literally jumping at him and slamming the door shut

he’s already thinking of 101 ways to escape this stalker situation

the girls speak before he can freeze them

“we’re not stalkers”

“we’re actually related. swear!”

just as he’s about to tell them off and how he’s certain he doesn't have any relatives outside of his immediate family, he takes a look at the girls

he notices one has red hair and the other white. their eyes are heterochromic, like his, but one is blue and the other is e/c. their skin is a blend of his and someone else's

they look too much like him

the gears in todoroki’s head start turning

“who are you?”

the one with white hair looks nervous, but the one with red hair stares him right in the eyes

“we’re your--”

“shoto?”

you come from behind the door to see the trio

the girls seem excited 

“wow,” the one w white hair gasps

the one w red hair smiles lovingly, “mom’s been a baddie her entire life, huh?”

it was low enough so you didn't hear, but todoroki sure did

he looks between you, the girls, and himself in the mirror

then he bursts into flames

“shoto?” 

“dad!”

“daddy!?”

the flames on his left side get bigger

after he finally gets his bearings, todoroki puts the fire out and the twins explain themselves

you look amazed and smile at the fact that you made such pretty girls

meanwhile, todoroki is SWEATING

you and him got together? married? and had children? 4 children?

he just realized he thought you were beautiful last week

like can he get a break?

nearly jumps as you bring to his attention that the quirk that teleported them is fading

as they fade away, the one with red hair glares at him and warns

“dont mess up, old man”

when they're gone, todoroki sees you nervously scratch your neck

he half wanted to fade away as well

he didn't get the chance to go to bed on time, but after a long talk about feelings, he gets the courage to, awkwardly, you on a date

it goes really well and y’all meet your daughters again 10 years later :)

Tenya Iida:

there is a 9-year-old girl in his room and iida is currently having an internal meltdown

he’s trying his darn best to keep it together so he doesn't scare the small child, but it’s hard

freaks out anyway

“excuse me, lost child! where are your guardians!?”

“how did you bypass the UA security system!?”

“it is past your bedtime!”

his arms are whipping up a storm and he’s going on about child labor laws for some unknown reason

in the midst of his panic, he doesn't see the girl walk in front of him

she somehow catches his hands and lets his palms squeeze her chubby cheeks

“look at me and breathe”

“huh?” he whispers

the girl gives him a wide smile that’s eerily familiar 

“that’s how momma always calms you down, papa. you have to breathe!” she explains

the words register in his head and iida is, once again, having a meltdown

he always wanted a family, but having it confirmed was WILD

he had so many questions, but he was more focused on just how his...daughter got in his room

she explains it the best she can

“i was playing with Koji on the playground and then some mean-y zapped me with a quirk and, poof, i was gone. then i came here. you look different papa. you’re the same, but a little smaller”

he’s taking in the info and deduces that it was some kind of teleportation quirk

he doesn't know much, but he figures it will wear off

take his child to Recovery Girl just to make sure

Recovery Girl is amused at the entire situation and confirms that the quirk will wear off eventually

just out of curiosity, she asks who her mother is

“that’s easy! it’s Tenya y/n and her hero name is [hero-name]!”

the old woman goes “awww”

iida has never been redder in his entire life

he ended up marrying you?

YOU?

the girl with the prettiest eyes, most brilliant mind, and calming bright smile?

the exact smile this child had?

he almost fainted

when he takes his daughter back, iida is stoic, glasses reflecting the light

you meet him and the hallway and the girl runs towards you 

“momma!”

you catch the girl out of pure reflex and hold her in confusion

as you try to explain that you're not her mother, iida stares at the similarities

you two were nearly a carbon copies except for the engines in her shins and the sharp eyes

he sighs and calms his heart

instead of overwhelming you, he takes the girl back and promises to explain later

iida and your daughter fall asleep and the next day, she’s gone

iida goes to talk to you with the love letter he wrote a while ago behind his back

let’s just say you’ll be seeing the munchkin in no time

Hitoshi Shinsou:

when shinsou sees the 5-year-old on his bed, he knows

the girl with bright purples eyes and h/c hair is almost a perfect blend of both you and him

he’s smart

besides, he’d know that beautiful hair anywhere

it wasn't like he knew you were the love of his life

it wasn't like he stared you for hours

but that’s beside the point

the girl seems unsure about approaching him until he kneels in front of her and stretches his arms out

then she sobs into shirt, tiny fists balling up his collar

“i’m sowwy about runnin’ away when you told me not to! the kitty was just so pwetty, daddy!”

yeah, definitely his child 

“it’s okay,” he coos. “im not mad at you”

it’s almost scary how natural he is at calming her down

he picks her up and walks around, whispering sweet nothings in her ear until her tears run dry

is the only one out of the others that understands that if the girl reveals too much, she could ruin the timeline

and he wasn't about to let your ass go

after just finding out that he somehow managed to trick you into marrying him?

hell no

shinsou’s putting a ring on that even if it kills him

“okay, peanut. here’s how this is gonna go”

it takes a bit of back and forth, and bribing (he’s low-key proud of her bargaining skills), for her to promise that she’ll only call you by your hero name

and to reveal how many siblings she has

she’s the youngest of three with another one on the way

you always did like even numbers

when he takes you to the common room, he’s delighted to see you 

you are so excited to meet his “little cousin”

the way you and the little girl get along pulls at his heartstrings

you were going to be such a good mother

gosh, you were such a catch

how did he manage to scoop you?

shinsou may have taken a picture or two without you knowing

yall end up having a movie night and falling asleep

you two wake up in each other’s arms, your daughter gone

“that was our daughter, wasn't it?”

he’s kind of taken aback you pieced it together, but not surprised

you were smart 

and you had eyes

“yeahh,” he shrugs

you laugh and lie your head back down on his chest

there’s peace in his heart that he hasn't felt in awhile

“she’s kind of perfect”

shinsou wraps his arms around you, promising to never let go

“just like her mother”

#bnha shinsou #mha iida #mha todoroki #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #todoroki shouto #iida tenya #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #iida x reader #mha shoto x reader #parent bnha #child bnha #domestic mha #mother!reader mha #parent!bnha boys #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x poc!reader #mha x poc!reader

[mrsbbridgerton]

The Moment I Knew// Anthony Bridgerton - Chapter 6

Word Count : 1239

Warnings: Angst B*tches!!

A/N: based on this request from @albeeox. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 7

Violet Bridgerton watched with delight as her second son strolled arm in arm with a young lady. And not only any young lady, but a very suitable lady who he had known since childhood. All Violet Bridgerton had hoped for her children was that they were fortunate enough to marry for love: and by the looks of it, Benedict had secured just that in the form of a childhood friend.

Not that Violet Bridgerton was the only one to get the wrong end of the stick; the entire ton was practically buzzing with news of the ‘match’ having seen Benedict and Y/N together on many an occasion, smile and laughing together as they walked. In truth, neither Y/N or Benedict had noticed anyone paying them any mind: in each other they had found kindred spirits in heartbreak and secrecy. Benedict was glad he had someone older than Eloise to talk to about his dasires from life, and Y/N was happy to have a confidante to talk to about Anthony; especially one so close to him.

It was the day after the duel that Y/N awoke to her maid entering her room, followed briskly by the clattering of her mother, brandishing the latest Whistledown as she burst in behind her.

“Oh Y/N! Look, Lady Whistledown has written of you” she said, dramatically thrusting the now crumpled paper at her second-born. “We had hoped to tell you ourselves but to have it printed in Whistledown, where all the ton may see it. Ooh” she wailed in excitement.

Across the Square Benedict ambled lazily downstairs, cravat barely tied into position as he entered the breakfast room. The usual buzz of the Bridgerton breakfast room came to an abrupt halt as Benedict opened the door. He looked up innocently to see every one of his siblings staring at him. Eloise appeared to be somewhere in between elation and annoyance, Francesca was just elation. Colin looked as pleased with himself as ever as he chewed on a piece of toast whilst Gregory and Hyacinth showed matching grins on their faces. Anthony however, was staring daggers at him over his morning paper, the only one to not look directly at him. Bewilderment would probably best describe Benedict’s expression. His mother beamed at him as she approached him gently.

“Now don’t fuss Benedict.” She began, circling the table, towards him. “But Lady Astley and I were talking, and we had noticed that you and Miss Y/N have seemed to form an attachment. So being the wonderful, caring mother I am, and knowing my son has always been a little shy of his feelings, I asked for you.” She finished, straightening his collar that had stuck into his cravat.

“Asked what? What have you asked?” Benedict searched, confused. He strode into the room, taking the paper from Eloise’s hands to see the extent of his mother’s damage. And that was the day that, to equal surprise, Y/N and Benedict found out that they were engaged to be married.

The following weekend The Bridgerton’s played host to a celebratory ball in honour of your engagement. You had barely had a chance to see Benedict, or any Bridgerton for that matter: having spent most of your time being pushed and pulled by your mother, into various gowns and having several colour swatches and flowers thrust in your face for approval. You had managed to sneak a note out to Benedict, via your maid, asking him if he had known of this plan, or consented to it at all. You had only managed to receive a reply before the night of the ball, and so as your already anxious hands helped to pin the last of the pearls into your hair, your mind couldn’t help but drift to seeing Anthony again.

Your mind had been swimming so much with thoughts of yours and Benedict’s engagement that you had almost completely forgotten about your argument with Anthony – and his subsequent visit to your home the night of the next ball. Your mind reeled with thoughts of that night: with every word of love he whispered into your skin you had hoped that, should he survive, he would make you his. However, both he and the Duke had appeared to survive their stupid egos but Anthony has not so much as written to you. And after making a fool of yourself once, he was certainly not going to do so again.

. You gathered yourself as your maid returned, holding out your evening gown and laying it on the bed as you stood, ready to dress for the Ball. The evening was practically in full swing by the time you arrived. You had hoped, however much in vain, to slip in quietly and perhaps even get a chance to speak to Anthony, or even Benedict, before you were caught up in the whirlwind of Mama’s and jealous ladies all vying to know how you snagged a Bridgerton. Unfortunately, that was not to be. No sooner had you stepped into the hall than you were surrounded by congratulations and well wishes … no doubt all angling for a front row seat to your wedding.

By the time you made it to the other side of the ballroom, and to Benedict, you were exhausted. He handed you a glass of champagne and you both stood in melancholy silence as you observed all of the happy guests. “I’m sorry Y/N” Benedict said mournfully as he finished off his wine and popped the empty glass on a nearby side table.

“It’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault.” You sighed, looking around the room “I suppose this is it then”

“Yup. By the end of the season we’ll be married.” the words left his mouth thick and uncomfortable and the following silence hung in the air. You felt sweaty and a little bit sick at the thought of marrying someone you did not love, and at such short notice.

“It won’t be that bad will it?” you smiled nervously, looking up at him for some sort of comfort.

“No. It’ll be fine.” He tried to comfort you, although by his short words you could tell he felt the same as you. “It’s not like we’re not friends I suppose.” He raised his brows as he sipped on another glass of wine – where had that come from?! “I consider you a great friend Y/N” he looked back down at you with a genuine smile, which in all fairness did manage to bring you some comfort. It was true, Benedict was a true friend to you, and confidante, and you supposed it was some comfort to know that despite the circumstances, you would be marrying a friend. He handed you another glass when he noticed yours had emptied, you supposed that was a useful trait in a husband, and you both continued to stare into the middle distance, coming to terms with your fates.

Across the room Anthony was practically boiling over. He had started the night with a stern talk from his mother. You will not ruin Benedict’s night with your moping! I don’t know what this is about but it stops tonight. The words went round in his head constantly through the evening. When the ladies started circling. When the congratulating began. And when you entered the room; his heart practically stopped. Jumping up into his throat as if it were to throw itself at you.

#Bridgerton #Bridgerton Imagine #Bridgerton x Reader #Anthony Bridgerton #Bridgerton Fanfiction #Anthony Bridgerton Imagine #Anthony Bridgerton x Reader #My Writing

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

i saw someone else doing this so i felt like doing it!!

20 Opening Lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

20. i keep your memory, you visit me in my sleep

"Tugger was putting away clothes in his and Mistoffelees’ bedroom, while Persephone and Ziggy played together on the bed."

19. until the jellicle moon appears

“'Are you two excited for your first Ball tonight?'”

18. is there an echo?

"Before Echo had gotten his name, he had never thought about the fact that he tended to repeat most of what was said to him."

17. bigger than any of us

“'Fives tried to warn me.'”

16. no one cares who your father was, only the father you will be

"Hunter didn’t want to take his eyes off of her. If he did, he was terrified that she’d disappear."

15. the long way home

"The street hadn’t changed at all."

14. guilty conscience

"Hunter was gone."

13. tomorrow they'll see what we are

"In London, it wasn’t uncommon for those living in the city to awaken to the sound of loud shouting in the streets, the sounds of headlines, arguing, and laughter filling the air."

12. shadows

"It was strange seeing how things settled back into a type of normalcy after returning to Ord Mantell."

11. after the strike

"Jack loved his kids more than anything."

10. hush my darling, don't fear my darling

"It wasn’t a secret that the Jellicles absolutely and completely adored the youngest sons of Old Deuteronomy."

9. missed opportunities

“'Are you absolutely positive you know what you’re doing?' Serafina asked, sitting on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen with a raised eyebrow."

8. the pocket watch

“'Papa?'”

7. hold on tight, we shall never let go

"He couldn’t keep them warm enough."

6. and they lived happily ever after

"Once the spell had been broken, and all inhabitants had been returned back to their proper human forms, the day passed by in a whirlwind."

5. green glasses

“'You left to… protect me?'”

4. little cloud

“'Mirabel?' Pepa whispered softly, opening the door to the nursery as quietly as possible."

3. quiet smiles

"Mirabel had always been a quiet baby."

2. we see how brave you've been

"Pepa was an absolute wreck."

1. hearth's writing corner

“'Where am I?' the silver tabby groaned."

because i'm an absolute sucker for my seruggoffelees stories, i have to say #9 is one of my favorite opening lines that I've written! #10 is a very close second!

@the-metaphorical-jellicle-cat @storyweaverofgondor @is-it-mungojerry-or-rumpelteazer and anyone else who'd be interested in doing this, but there's obviously no pressure!!

#liv's writing corner #cats the musical #newsies #the bad batch #star wars #encanto #beauty and the beast #munkustrap #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #bad batch omega #hunter bad batch #jack kelly #pepa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal

[h0tch-r0cket]

Infatuation (18+) {a.h.}: chapter 3

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 4.6K

warnings: explicit language, drinking alcohol

table of contents

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"To your new job! Congrats, Y/N!" Esmé hollered over the loud club music as she held her shot glass in the air. You lifted your glass next to hers, clinking them together, before you both threw the vodka back, the liquor giving your throat a slight burn as it went down. You placed the shot glass down in front of you, adding one more to the collection that was slowly growing in front of you.

You leaned closer to Esmé's ear, practically shouting to be heard over the music that was making the club walls shake. "Thanks for taking me out tonight. I appreciate it."

Esmé slung her arm around your shoulder languidly, evidence of the ever growing drunken state that was growing between the both of you throughout the night. "No other way to celebrate your last weekend as a job free woman than with booze and boys!" She nodded her head back towards the dance floor where you watched some attractive men dance, waiting for someone to join them. Esmé hopped off her stool in front of the bar and grabbed onto your hand, tugging on it to urge you to go with her. "Come on! I want to dance!"

You groaned at her request, jokingly rolling your eyes at her. "You know, I think I'm much more comfortable over here."

Esmé scoffed, clearly not buying your lame excuse to not go out on the dance floor with her. "One song?" she pleaded.

You turned your attention to the blonde bartender, a playful smile on your lips. "Another shot please." He nodded, topping off the vodka in another glass for you. He placed it in front of you and smirked at you.

"That one is on me," he said, placing his hands down firmly on the counter. You watched his eyes dart down to your lips quickly and you felt your cheeks heat up. You understood quickly the subliminal implications of the shot.

You dropped your hand from Esmé's grip, standing up from the stool. You placed your elbow on the counter and beckoned the bartender forward to come closer to you with your pointer finger. He leaned over quickly, eager to be closer to you. Once he was close enough, you placed your hand on his shoulder, bringing your mouth up to his ear. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not interested," you whispered. You heard him clear his throat and he stood back up, clearly being brought down from whatever excitement he thought he might have found himself in for the night.

He nodded in understanding, a cocky smirk growing across his face. He lifted the shot, keeping his eyes on you as he downed it quickly. He placed the glass on the counter and leaned back over to you. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

"I won't. But thanks." You turned your attention back to Esmé who was standing there in slight shock as you walked over to her.

"What the hell did you do that for?! He wanted to get in your pants! You should have let him," she exclaimed as she motioned back towards the bartender.

"Not my type," you said bluntly, as you ran your hands down your dress to straighten it out. The dress was a navy blue with an open back and plunging neckline. It ended right at your thighs, hugging your curves along your body.

"Your type is dark and brooding men who have some sort of position of authority," Esmé teased as she led you out to the dance floor.

"I mean you're not wrong," you laughed as you started to dance next to her.

"Keep your eyes peeled. Maybe you'll find Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome tonight."

You shook your head in annoyance but continued to dance with your friend. It's not that you didn't want to be with anyone. It was the fact that you had a hard time opening up to others about yourself and letting someone be with you for every part of your life, whether it was good or bad.

You were so used to looking out for yourself that you never really looked for a partner that often. You only had one relationship that you would ever consider serious, but even then, you had ended things because you were starting college and wanted to focus on school instead of worrying about pleasing your boyfriend. He was understanding of it all but a part of you still wondered about the what ifs that surrounded the situation.

What if we were still together?

What if I let him in more than everyone else?

What if I was wrong about letting him go?

You shook the thoughts from your head as you let yourself focus on dancing with Esmé, not wishing to dwell too much on the past. There was nothing that you could do to have changed what happened, and quite frankly, given the chance to, you weren't so sure that that would have been something that you would have done anyway.

Sometimes, you wished that you could bring your guard down and let someone in but you were just too worried that someone would come in and absolutely destroy your heart.

"Maybe. Guess we'll have to see," you agreed, at least playing along with Esmé to get her to subtly take the hint that you weren't interested nor in the mood to try to find someone in the bar to take home with you.

"You know, I have to admit that the way you turned down that bartender was hot," Esmé laughed as she danced around in front of you. "He definitely thought he was going to be heading home with you tonight."

You couldn't help but laugh at your drunk friend, who even in her current state of being, continued to be your hype-woman. "Well, he definitely thought wrong," you teased.

The two of you continued to dance the night away, downing more shots throughout your time at the club. You were having too much fun with Esmé to think about anything else other than the two of you at that moment in time.

-----

The rest of the weekend flew by too quickly for your liking . For the most part, you spent your time at your apartment, just relaxing and watching movies to pass the time. And as the days drew closer and closer to when you were officially starting your new job, you were filled with excitement with what was to lie ahead.

On Sunday evening, the day before your first day as the Hotchner babysitter, you were walking Artemis on your usual rounds when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. As Artemis was smelling each and every little thing on the sidewalk, you checked your messages.

                                      Aaron Hotchner

-Good evening, Y/N. Just wanted to let you know that Jack's bus normally comes around 2:15 or so. This way you can plan your day accordingly for when you'll need to be here to pick him up. There's a spare key underneath the doormat out front for you to use to get inside. I should be home by 5, but should anything change, I will let you know. See you then.

-And don't be too worried about Buster, just in case you aren't a fan of larger dogs. He'll calm down after a few minutes of you being in the house.

You replied quickly, not wanting to keep your new boss waiting to hear from you.

                                               -Perfect! I'll see him there!

                                                          -Have a goodnight!

-Thanks, Y/N. You too. You continued on your walk with Artemis, the playful pup determined to stop and greet every dog that she passed on the way.

By the time you got back to your apartment, the sun was beginning to set, the sky filled with different shades of pinks, reds, and yellows streaking across the horizon. It was as if an artist had taken careful brush strokes and painted the ribbons of color that stretched across behind the multitude of buildings, amplifying the true beauty of the natural world.

Upon entering your apartment, you decided to take a quick shower to settle in for the night. You took off your clothes in the bathroom and hopped in, letting the warm water run down your body for a few minutes before getting washed up.

After finishing the shower, you brushed out your hair and got in your pajamas, curling up in bed with one of your books that you were currently rereading. It was The Centaur by John Updike, the story of Peter Caldwell and his father George. It was a story that warmed your heart being that it was told from an older Peter's point of view as he looked back on the memories of him and his father with a new perspective compared to the way he thought of his father when he was younger. There was just something about the novel that you loved, whether it was the allusions to Greek mythology, or the idea that it was one of the bildungsroman stories that you loved, but you could never get enough of it. The copy of the book showed its wear and tear, the spine having small creases and the pages being slightly yellowed from your constant reading. But you could have cared less.

You read a chapter or two in the book before feeling tired and ready to turn in for the night. You shut off your light on your nightstand and placed the book on it. "Artemis!" you called out tiredly. You heard the pitter patter of the bulldog's feet on the floor as she came into your room.

With a running start, she hopped up onto your bed, curling into a ball next to you. You ran your hand down her spine as she settled in for the night.

As your mind calmed down and you drifted off to sleep, your last conscious thoughts were wrapped around the idea that tomorrow would start a new chapter in your life and you were ready to start and hit the ground running.

-----

You arrived at the Hotchner household the next day, eager to start your new job. You grabbed your belongings from your car and headed up to the porch, grabbing the key from where Aaron had left it.

Upon unlocking the door, you were immediately greeted by Buster in the entryway. The shepherd jumped up on you, trying to sniff every inch of you that he could. You figured he smelled the remnants of Artemis on your clothes and besides, to him, you were a newcomer in his house so you were filled with unfamiliar scents.

"Alright. Easy boy," you said softly as you scratched his head and urged him to get down. "Better get used to me being here. We'll be seeing a lot of each other." Buster barked gruffly, seeming as though he was still trying to determine whether or not he was going to trust you.

You made your way to the kitchen, dropping off your belongings on the counter before checking the clock hanging on the wall for the time.

2:00pm.

15 more minutes until you had to go get Jack.

Buster barked loudly at you, grabbing your attention. He was standing next to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard, his tail wagging excitedly.

"Alright, alright. Here." You opened the door for the dog and watched as he bolted outside to blow off some steam.

Your curiosity got the best of you while you were waiting to walk to the bus stop so you decided to peruse around the Hotchner home and try to learn more about them from the items that you found.

In the living room, you noticed the collection of children's movies that were stacked neatly underneath the TV in the entertainment center. You also saw a picture frame that caught your eye.

Upon looking at it more closely, you came to see that it was a photo of Aaron, Jack, and a beautiful blonde woman. The trio was at the beach, standing proudly next to a sandcastle that you could only assume was Jack's creation considering the way that it was constructed. Aaron was holding a younger Jack in his arms, the boy's legs wrapped around his father's torso. Wide smiles were on everyone's faces, even Aaron, who even from the interview alone, you could tell that he didn't have a genuine smile on his face often.

You figured the woman in the photo was Jack's mother. You could see the features that the boy shared with the woman—her smile, the same rounded face, and more obviously the blonde locks that rested upon his head which was a stark contrast to the more raven colored hair that Aaron had. Looking at the photo, the picturesque family, it made you further wonder what had happened to her and why it seems as though she wasn't in the lives of Jack and Aaron anymore.

A loud bark stole your attention away from the photo. You glanced at the sliding glass door to see Buster standing there, panting like a fool, waiting to come back inside. You set the photo back down on its designated spot on the shelf and headed to let him inside. He bounded through the door, going straight for his water dish which he lapped up instantly.

You took another glance at the time.

2:10pm.

You grabbed the spare key that Aaron left for you and locked up the front door as you left to go grab Jack from the bus stop that was at the end of the street.

It didn't take long once you arrived to hear the bus in the distance. You stood on the curb, teetering your weight on the balls of your feet as you waited for Jack. The expectant parents waiting for their children were deep in their conversations as you heard the loud rumbling from the bus from around the corner.

The bus came to a halt at the stop sign, the red lights flashing to ensure that any passersby would stop and let the kids get off safely. One by one, the kids came off the bus with their backpacks much too large for them. You smiled as they all ran excitedly towards their parents, wrapping their arms tightly around their parents' legs for a hug.

You saw Jack hop off the last step of the bus and he looked around curiously.

"Jack!" you called out, waving your hand. "Over here!"

The boy's face lit up with a smile as he came over towards you. He stopped right in front of you, glancing up at you with his eyes squinted to avoid looking at the sun. "Hi, Y/N!" he excitedly said.

"Hey, buddy! How was school?" You squatted down in front of him to be eye level as you talked to him.

"It was good! We got tadpoles today. Ms. Kingston said they're going to turn into frogs," he explained, his voice full of wonder and anticipation.

"That's so cool! Ready to head home? I'm sure you have a lot of homework to do."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Just a math worksheet and some sentences to practice. Ms. Kingston didn't give us a lot today."

"Well that's nice of her," you said as you stood back up. You placed your hand on his shoulder and started to walk back to the Hotchner household.

"Yeah, I like her," Jack said as you watched him absentmindedly kick a pebble along the street as you walked, his feet dragging on the cement softly. His head was tucked down, entirely focused on the pebble as he kicked it, watching it bounce down the street. He stuck out his tongue for a brief moment in his state of concentration. "I got to name one of the tadpoles."

"Oh really? What name did you pick?" You kicked the pebble back towards him since it left its intended path. You saw a small smile fall across his face.

"I named mine Kermit. You know, like Kermit the Frog from The Muppets?" He picked up the pebble from the ground and held it tight in his hand. "It's better than what my friend, Peter, picked out. He picked out the name Hoppy. How lame is that?"

You laughed at the boy's apparent disgust with such a generic name for the tadpole, clearly unaware of the fact that the name he picked out was just as much of a cliché. "So incredibly lame."

He hopped up the stairs of the porch of the Hotchner home and landed on the top step with a big thump. He walked over to the corner of the porch and placed the pebble next to the small collection that he had going on top of the railing. He turned his attention back to you and gave you a small smile.

"I've been collecting rocks for a while. I started with Dad one day and I always look for the perfect ones on our way home from school." He moved by the door, waiting for you to unlock it.

"That's so cool." You unlocked the door and Jack pushed it open, being greeted by Buster.

He dropped his backpack on the floor and knelt down by the shepherd and was scratching him behind his ears. "Hi Buster! Did you miss me?" The dog barked and gave Jack a few licks on his cheek. "I missed you too, boy."

You grabbed Jack's backpack off of the ground to get it out of the way. Locking the door behind you, you went into the kitchen and placed his bag on the kitchen table.

Jack came running in a mere few seconds later and was unzipping his bag, pulling out a lime green folder that was labeled Math and his pencil case. He grabbed a worksheet out of the folder and sat down, tapping his pencil on the table. "Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah, Jack?" You grabbed a glass from out of the cabinet and poured yourself some water.

"Can you pass me the bowl of grapes from the fridge please?" You nodded and grabbed the bowl of fruit for Jack, placing it down on the table next to him. "Thank you." He picked one of the grapes off of the stem and popped it right into his mouth.

"You're welcome." You sat down at the table in front of him and scrolled on your phone as he did his homework.

The sound of the bowl of grapes sliding across the table grabbed your attention as Jack pushed it towards you. "Want some?" he asked as he put two more of the grapes in his mouth.

"Sure. Thanks, Jack." You grabbed a few grapes off the stem and ate them as you watched him do his homework. "What kind of math are you doing?"

"Word problems for addition. We just started them the other day. Ms. Kingston said they were going to be hard but I don't think they are," he explained as he wrote down the answer for the problem he was working on.

"Word problems can be tricky. Do you need help?"

He shook his head no and tapped the eraser of the pencil on his lips. "No, I'm good for now."

"Alright, well if anything changes, I'll be in the living room if you need me," you told him as you stood up from the table.

You heard a small okay from Jack and you settled on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV.

Soon, you lost track of time as you sat in the living room. Jack's running made you turn your head away from the TV as you saw his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Everything okay, Jack?" You sat up straighter on the couch, trying to see where the boy was running off to.

"I'm all done with my homework so I was going to put my backpack away," he said at the bottom of the stairs that led to where you assumed his and Aaron's bedrooms were.

"All done already?"

"Yeah, I told you she didn't give us a lot of work to do for tonight."

"You did say that, didn't you?" you teased. "When you come back down, maybe we can play a game or take Buster on a walk or something."

"Okay!" He hurriedly rushed up the stairs and out of sight.

He came down the stairs a few moments later with a box in hand, pieces rattling as he went into the living room. He placed the box on the coffee table in front of you, allowing you to finally see what he was holding in his small hands.

"Monopoly, huh? Well, I gotta tell you Jack, when I play Monopoly, I play with absolutely no mercy," you joked as you rolled up your sleeves to your elbows, feigning cockiness.

"You're going down," Jack teased as he sat crisscrossed on the rug across from you and took the board game out of its box.

"I'd like to see you try," you encouraged as you sat down on the rug in front of him, leaning you back against the sofa.

The Monopoly game quickly ensued and the living room was filled with laughter as you and Jack played, trying to outdo one another. He told you stories from school as the game went on and you were amazed at how polite and respectful the child was. It was a shining testament to the way that his parents raised him and it made you excited about spending more time with him. You were truly enjoying his company which was something you weren't expecting.

After playing what seemed like an endless game of Monopoly, just as the two of you were cleaning up the mess, you heard a car alarm chirp which caused Buster to go rushing excitedly towards the door.

"Dad's home!" Jack exclaimed as he bolted up from his seat on the rug to the front door.

By the time he got in, Aaron was already making his way through the entrance, trying his best to maneuver his way between the excited dog and son duo. "Hey guys," Aaron said as he shut the door behind him. His voice sounded tired, like his day was really draining. You stood up from the rug and finished putting away the Monopoly pieces, watching the interaction of the father and son.

Aaron ran his hand through Jack's hair and roughed it up a bit as his other hand held onto a dark brown leather satchel. "How was school today, bud? Did you guys get your tadpoles?" he asked as he headed into the kitchen.

"Yes! I named one Kermit," Jack said excitedly, as he began to recount the day's events to his father. You heard their slightly muffled voices from the kitchen and figured that you shouldn't overstay your welcome and intrude on the time that Aaron has with his son. So you walked into the kitchen to go grab your things and head home for the day.

"Go take your shower, Jack. And then I'll make something for dinner," Aaron urged. The boy nodded and bolted upstairs but not before yelling out to you.

"Bye Y/N! I had fun today!" You felt warm at Jack's words, not only because of the fact that he was being kind, but also because of the bigger picture that he was enjoying his time with you, almost as much as you were.

"See you tomorrow, Jack!" You waved at him as he ran up the stairs yet again. You let out a sigh of relief and grabbed your purse off the kitchen counter. "That's some kid you have up there, Aaron. He's so kind and polite. I don't think I've ever met a kid as friendly and as well mannered as he is."

Aaron nodded his head silently, the tone of the room becoming much more dull than it had been about a minute ago when Jack was still downstairs. You watched Aaron grab a clear glass from the cabinet before going into a different one and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. He poured the amber liquid straight into the glass, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Thanks, Y/N."

"No problem." You watched as he took a large drink from the glass, placing the cup down on the counter in front of him. He turned to look at you, leaning on the counter.

He studied you for a moment, just as you did with him. His hair was soft and floppy, a few stray strands resting on his forehead. You saw the way that his warm eyes were almost masked by the appearance of the bags that hung underneath them, a testament to how hard of a worker you assumed he was. His thin lips were held tightly together, not even an inch of a smile evident across them.

A part of you felt awkward with the silence that filled the room as he glanced back between you and the half drunk glass of whiskey in front of him. But another part of you felt that it was normal being that you didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about you.

He stood up and dug around in his satchel for a quick moment before handing you a sealed envelope. On the front of it was Y/N written in handwriting that was almost illegible but yet it was easy for you to read it. "Before I forget," he said quickly. "That's your pay for this week."

"Thank you. I appreciate it." You shoved the envelope into your purse and exhaled deeply. "I guess I better be going."

Aaron took another long sip of his whiskey and swirled the rest of it in his glass. "Mhm," he agreed.

You figured that it was just the exhaustion from the day that made him unsociable. But a part of you was wondering if he just was always this distant with people and closed off. It wouldn't surprise you considering you only knew so much about him.

"Same time tomorrow?" you asked as you started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Yeah. I'll probably be home later tomorrow. Some board of education meeting or some shit like that," he said as he leaned his back against the counter, crossing his feet over one another as he finished the rest of his whiskey.

"No problem. Have a good night, Aaron," you said as you adjusted the strap of your purse on your shoulder.

"You too," he said, unenthusiastically.

Your lips turned up into a small smile before you turned on your heels and left the house, getting into your car. You threw your head back against the headrest and let out a frustrated sigh.

"What the fuck was that about?" you spoke to yourself. You stared at the ceiling of your car for a few seconds before rolling your eyes and turning the key in the ignition.

Once you got back home, after settling in and telling Esmé about your day, you turned in early for the night. You couldn't help but have your mind wander back to Aaron and the way he was so curt with you. It made you question whether or not he was having second guesses about hiring you as his son's babysitter.

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to get comfortable and shake off the feeling that was churning in your stomach.

You were overthinking. You had to be. He just had a hard day at work. Maybe one of his students pissed him off or a coworker did.

Nonetheless, as you would find out in due time, that would not be the last time you fell asleep with your last thoughts before your eyes closed being all about Aaron Hotchner.

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Author's note:

Hello hello! I am so excited for this story you have no idea. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

See you soon!

-jordyn

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