#birthday gift baskets for mom

[bathessani]

https://bathessentialsbyani.etsy.com/listing/1612855485

[angels-fantasy]

☆ you go shopping with mitsuki for bakugo's surprise b-day party decorations! ☆

day 3 of the explosive birthday celebration ! hosted by @queenpiranhadon

hanging out with katsuki's mom secretly was not easy, especially when he liked to know where you were and who you were with. not in a crazy, possessive way of course, it's just how he showed he cared.

but when mitsuki, his mom, asked you to go decoration shopping with her, you couldn't just deny her offer. maybe this could be an opportunity to learn more about katsuki, you thought.

while you were shopping for the decorations, you quickly noticed that katsuki had gotten a lot of her personality traits. this was something you knew already, but spending time with her one on one really solidified that idea.

"what do you think about these banners, sweetie?" mitsuki asked, holding up two different 'happy birthday' banners. one was all black, and the other was orange. the color theme of the party was his hero costume colors, which were black, green, and orange.

you hummed and looked at the rest of the decorations in the cart, noticing there was already a lot of color, "i think we should go with the black."

she nodded and threw the banner into the basket, "you've got a good eye, kid." she said, making you smile at the small compliment.

suddenly your phone began to ring and you already had an idea of who it was. picking up the phone, you said "hey katsuki." causing mitsuki to turn around and make a questioning face at you.

you shrugged your arms at her, trying to silently tell her you didn't know why he was calling.

"why the hell are you at the store with my old hag?" he asked, making you chew your nails nervously as you thought of an excuse.

"we're just shopping, katsuki. why are you looking at my location anyways? stalker."

you could already see the veins popping out on his forehead at your question, "answer my question dammit!"

you rolled your eyes, "if you really want to know, i just wanted her help with some outfit ideas. your mom is a fashion designer, you know."

he hmphed and said, "whatever. why didn't you ask me?"

you groaned internally at his question, "because i know you're busy with school work right now-and don't even try to say you're not!"

he mumbled something on the other side, "fine. have fun with the hag."

"stop calling her that! anyways, i need to go okay? talk to you later-bye!" you said, quickly cutting him off before he could say anything else.

you sighed and faced mitsuki, "sorry, he had a million questions about why i was with you. i had to lie about why we were shopping together."

she laughed, "that damn brat doesn't know how to keep his nose out of other peoples business." she said, making you laugh in return since you knew how true it was.

the two of you continued shopping for decorations, finally stopping when the cart seemed full enough.

"i think that's everything, right?" you said, double checking the list you made beforehand.

mitsuki nodded. "it should be. if not, i'll get what we need by myself another time." she said, making you hum.

after checking out and paying for everything, while walking back to her car she said, "thanks for helping me with this. i know katsuki can be a pain sometimes, but you're good to him, so i'm glad you get to help plan his party with us." she then proceeded to pat the top of your head with her free hand roughly, much like katsuki would.

you smiled at her words, "it's no problem. i'm glad to be here."

authors note

i'm so happy i got to be apart of this :) thank you sm to kae who invited me to be apart of this event! this was a great experience and it was fun to write, so i hope you liked it! i'm sorry it was pretty short though... -.-

here is the masterpost, please go check out every one else's work!!

day 1: you make a birthday gift for katsuki - @zanarkandskylines

day 2: you invite all of class 1-A to the party - @xbabyd0lli3x

🪽day 3: you go shopping with mitsuki for bakugou's surprise b-day party decorations - @angels-fantasy

day 4: coming april 17th - @starieq

day 5: coming april 18th - @lowkeyremi

day 6: coming april 19th - @queenpiranhadon

day 7: coming april 20th - @cashmoneyyysstuff

taglist for the event: @gina239 @mystic60 @meowze4r @icedemon1314 @bigsimpo343 @ah-mya @whezdostuff @berry-vioo @seonne @slayfics @food8me @katsuisbaby @azzo0 @kit-katsukii @stoned-anime-babe @kukikoooo

those in orange couldn't be tagged unfortunately :(

[starlostseungmin]

— SKZ ON YOUR BIRTHDAY

pairing: boyfriend!skz x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing, mentions of stress from work, food and fireworks, lmk if i missed something, not proofread.

word count: 1.2k

notes: it's not yet my birthday but, i just wanted to post something because it has been a whole month lmao. i hope everyone loves it! please don’t send in requests because i’m not taking any right now and if you wish to see more of this posts please reblog, leave your feedbacks and put tags alright? thank you very much love ♡

𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 

he definitely took a day off even if your birthday was supposed to be a work day for him. and you’d say he didn’t have to but he insisted so you could celebrate it with him. 

would make you wear a blindfold and take you to the place where he prepared all the set-up and other preparations for your special day. 

it wasn’t a surprise when you knew it was the beach because he loves it so much, but the set-up was cute. a picnic mat and a basket filled with your favorite food. 

basically it was a date, but it was extra special because it is your birthday. he even brought a small cake with a greeting and name on it as he lit the candle. would sing a song for you. 

“i hope you like my idea of celebrating your birthday,” 

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪

will pretend to forget your birthday and tease you that it wasn’t your day. 

would make you upset probably but when you were about to cry, saying it wasn’t a big deal, he will give in and pepper your face with kisses to apologize. but just had to forgive him because you can’t get mad. he will ask what food would you like to eat to make you feel better. 

will watch a tutorial on how to bake the perfect cake for you after he bought all the ingredients the other day. 

but of course, he would never forget the birthday present he hid beneath your bed and give to you once everything is settled. 

will sing a birthday song along with your kids (his cats) while carrying the cake with a party hat on his head. 

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗕𝗜𝗡

you told him you didn’t want something big on your birthday and stay home with him, all relaxed and watch a movie to have peace. but you ended up in his parents’ house anyway after his mom forced him to bring you home. 

his family loves you so much that they ended up preparing for your special day and you didn’t want to refuse their hospitality. 

it was fun having dinner with his family as well as them, singing the happy birthday song. 

changbin had to steal you away after that and cuddled with you on the couch while watching a movie. he would apologize for the set-up but you reassured him it was all good and you loved everything that happened tonight. 

will kiss the top of your head, whispering a happy birthday with all the i love yous he could say. 

𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗡

you thought it was just a usual date for your birthday. but your boyfriend didn’t let it be simple and all. he wanted to be different and unique. 

he handed you a small box after finishing your meal in that one fancy restaurant you love so much. 

you told him that he didn’t have to buy you a gift but simple things turned into a big surprise. a key was inside and he was all giddy and excited when he brought you to the door where the key is supposed to unlock it. 

it was a big surprise indeed, a small studio he rented with a display of all of his paintings and sketches of you. a gift he’d always wanted to give. 

you got emotional and at the same time thankful for the time and effort. it is him, your favorite artist, the love of your life, taking you as his muse. “happy birthday my love,”

𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 

you were having a bad day at work and arrived home, drained from exhaustion. you were upset and frustrated, disappointed and sad, all the emotions came in. 

but seeing jisung cook for the first time and made a mess in your kitchen, made you cry harder. it wasn’t because he is making a mess, but his presence and making an effort to make your day good felt like comfort. 

you saw the set-up and he noticed you were there, crying at the entrance of the kitchen. he suddenly felt bad. 

“i-i was trying to cook for you but i made a mess,” he said as he looked down in embarrassment. “i’m sorry,” but you ended up hugging him instead. he asked if you were alright and you told him you were having a bad day. 

you didn’t get mad at all, you were happy because he was there, comforting you and greeting you a happy birthday. 

𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫 

he woke up early in the morning to surprise you and went to make the birthday cake first. 

unfortunately you woke up a few minutes after he did and caught him making a mess in the kitchen with all the flour scattered on the counter, even on his face. 

you laughed and kissed him good morning, asking him to let you help but he refused because it is your special day. tried to argue with him but he gave up and let you help him. 

yet you still made a bigger mess and had fun with the icing cream while decorating the top of the cake. 

even placed an excess cream on the tip of his nose so you could kiss it. 

𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗠𝗜𝗡

he knew he had to plan everything and decided to take you to a day6 concert as a gift. surprised when all the members started singing happy birthday, directed toward you. 

it turns out to be your boyfriend who had requested it and is friends with his wonpil hyung. will take candid pictures of you as you enjoy the moment and film your priceless reactions.

and while you were distracted, he showed up with your birthday cake, everyone was hyped and the band members were cheering for you to make a wish and blow out the candle. 

you thanked seungmin for giving you one of the best birthday presents ever. he even kissed you in front of the crowd and hugged each other making everyone go wild.

but he made sure there was something else in private after the concert. “i prepared flowers, plushies, your favorite foods, and the movies you want to watch,” he smiled. “happy birthday, baby,” 

𝗝𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡

will definitely have a picnic date with you at the park and made sure no one was there, except the two of you. 

it was nighttime, and you were just talking about random stuff while enjoying the view of the han river, the city lights that reflected on the water, and the stars that illuminates the dark sky. 

he would excuse himself to go to the bathroom but in reality, he just went to give the signal for his surprise and get back to you with a cake, singing happy birthday with fireworks lighting up the sky. 

you cried for how beautiful it was and hugged him out of the blue because of how happy you felt. but clumsy jeongin dropped the cake making the both of you panic. 

yet you thought it was hilarious and had to laugh it out (he have another cake waiting in the car, just in case). 

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[thedenofravenpuff]

Update on the walker chronicles

A friend seeing on Facebook about my rejection of getting a walker by the state, contacted me to let me know her inlaws had an old walker standing around they wanted rid of anyway. Seen in the photo above.

Is old, a bit rusty, need the breaks checked, no basket and not too practical the way it folds.

But absolutely top notch for a free tool for support gifted so generously! It fits my size as far I can tell and the wheels run smoothly.

Is more to practice walker usage on more than anything. As a birthday gift my Mom told me she and my grandmother were going to donate some money each to help me afford a proper walker from new, from a reputable store. She'll even come along to help me work my way through the process.

Both been absolutely great to cheer me up after the original rejection. Along with the many comments and messages from everyone wishing to show support and share advice on the matter. I feel very blessed being surrounded by so many kind and generous people, both online and offline.

Thank you, everyone

[chrisbitchtree]

Eggs

A tiny little something in honour of Billy's birthday!

800 words - G

***

“Funny how Easter’s on my birthday this year,” Billy said, bypassing a greeting completely as he grabbed a post-run glass of water from the fridge. “Fucking weird how it moves around every year. I can never keep track of it, and now it’s so early, it’s throwing me off. I know we’re going back to Hawkins to Hop and Joyce’s house for Easter lunch on Sunday, but maybe we can do something afterwards, or the next weekend, if we’re not too busy?”

Steve nodded and turned away, trying to hide the grin taking over his face. Sure, they were busy trying to get the record store they were opening off the ground, but it was crazy to Steve that even after a decade together, Billy didn’t know well enough that Steve had already been planning something for his birthday for months.

In fact, given that it was his 29th, his champagne birthday, Steve was planning something extra special, a huge party with all of Billy’s favourite people, Hop and Joyce, all the kids, Robin, and some of their other friends from the city, all of them congregating at Joyce’s for a big turkey dinner in honour of Billy.

“How were you at Easter egg hunts when you were a kid?” Steve asked Billy, trying to steer the topic of conversation away from birthdays.

Billy shrugged. “Can’t really say. Neil told my mom to stop setting them up for me when I was about five. Said I was too old for that shit. Too bad, I love those little eggs. Just never felt the same to eat them after without earning them on a hunt.”

A tiny piece of Steve’s heart broke at the words. He knew it was part of Billy’s healing process to be really matter of fact about Neil’s cruelty, that it wouldn’t help at all for Steve to make a big deal out of it in the moment, to try to comfort him or tell him everything was all right now. So, he did as was requested and just told Billy that that sucked, kissed him on the top of his sweaty head and they moved on with their day.

Or so Billy thought. As soon as Billy was in the shower, safely out of earshot as he blasted metal so loud Steve was sure the neighbours would complain again, he placed a call.

“Hi Steve,” Joyce said, when he informed her of who was calling. “It’s very nice to hear from you, but you don’t typically call the store. Is everything ok?”

“Of course,” Steve replied. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just hoping that you can do me a favour. Does Melvad’s have any chocolate eggs left?”

“Sure,” she answered, sounding confused. “We have about thirty or so bags left.”

“Great!” Steve smiled. “Can you buy them all? I’ll pay you back as soon as we get there on Sunday.” He went on to explain his plan, a giant easter egg hunt, stretching all over Joyce and Hop’s new farmhouse property. Forget the party, Billy was going to lose his mind over this.

Joyce promised that she’d buy the eggs and enlist the kids to hide them all over the yard. Steve thanked her, then settled in to wait until Sunday.

***

Easter Sunday came, and as Steve had guessed, Billy hadn’t been at all expecting a party, and thanked Steve and Joyce a million times over for getting everyone together for him. They had a great time, feasting on ham and turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, hot cross buns and three kinds of pie, along with a huge birthday cake for Billy, and they all toasted him with champagne as they sang happy birthday.

Then finally, it came time for Billy to open his presents. Steve could no longer hide his grin as Billy tore into his gift from Steve, two tickets to see Metallica, cradled inside an easter basket. “Uhhhhh, thanks, babe? I think?”

Steve laughed, explaining Billy’s task to him and the crowd gathered around them. “It just seemed fitting that since your birthday is on Easter this year, that we do something extra special. Besides, you’re never too old for an Easter egg hunt, right?”

Billy smiled at him, giving him such a fond look that Steve had to take a moment just to look at him, capturing that moment in his memory forever.

They all spent the afternoon helping Billy on his hunt, laughing and smiling, posing for Jonathan’s camera, as they filled his Easter basket almost three times over.

They ended the day curled up together in bed, surrounded by little balls of tinfoil Easter egg wrapper, groaning as their belly aches started to set in. Even as he reached for the Gravol, Steve knew that this would quickly become a cherished memory.

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

avery and libby head canons

omg i literally can't stop posting. pls stop me it's an addiction.

avery and libby rewatch gilmore girls every fall bc it used to be avery's mom's favorite show

after avery's mom died, they both dyed their hair purple (i made a post about this) libby's head was fully purple and avery dyed the bottom half of her hair purple (idrk how to explain).

they love to complain with to each other about their bfs shenanigans

before avery inherited the money, they used to go out and drive around silently. that's how they would relax/decompress

they watched the first seasons of greys anatomy (the ones that were actually good) when they had nothing to do.

avery and libby go on monthly trips together (might just be somewhere in the us, or in europe like greece)

after libby's honeymoon, avery and her celebrated her new beginning by going to spain or smth (just the two of them) (nash did the same thing with his brothers)

they both have plenty of embarrasing stories about one another, so when one does smth that pisses the other off, the other will go tell one of those stories to the brothers.

during the eras tour, avery and libby (and literally all the hawthornes and rebecca) sang and cried to tolerate it (they all somehow relate to it; avery and libby with their dad, the hawthornes with their dads etc)

they really enjoyed the lover set

one of their surprise songs was clean and libby got really emotional so avery and her just sat there hugging.

they vibed so hard to midnights

when avery was younger, she used to love love story cause she wished someday she would have her own romeo. she was so obsessed with the song that she literally had a love story inspired birthday. when love story came on during the eras tour libby teased her so hard (avery was a hopeless romantic when she was younger but then realized how shitty the world was and lost hope in ever finding love)

avery and her mom used to love easter cause they both loved chocolate. whenever easter comes around, libby makes sure to buy avery a hug basket of chocolates that they eat together whilst talking shit about people.

bc they were so poor before, they never really got to buy each other birthday/christmas gifts, so, now that avery has money, they always spend thousands of dollars on each other

libby hates valentine's day bc of drake so she doesn't really like going on dates with nash on that day (they go either before or after, they have their own day that nash calls valentines (nash's version)) so avery always brings her out to shop. they then proceed to trash talk drake and other people. one year they even ended up getting drunk, and jamie and nash were so surprised cause they aren't the type of people to get drunk.

avery used to have a roblox bf when she was like 7-8, so libby always teases her about him (he actually ended up being like a 40 year old predator).

libby and her both love shoes so they always go out shoe shopping. grayson sometimes tags along cause he loves fashion.

thats it for now. i actually didn't expect to have so many ideas for them and might make a part two. avery and libby have such a great bond. i wish we saw more of them during the og trilogy. (again sorry for any spelling mistakes, i'm to lazy to proof read this)

[lemonssavelives]

Zohakuten Headcanons (Modern)

Zohakuten is 17-18 (Originally) Depending on the story he'll be different ages like (10,12,15)

Zohakuten is the most spoiled in his family since he is the youngest (He'll get so many gifts for Christmas and his birthday)

During middle school Zoha found it very easy to make friends with the girls instead (He had little to no guy friends)

When he got into High School, he met his current group of friends.

During middle school so many girls liked him to the point on Valentines Day his desk would be covered with cards, sweets, and baskets which did make the other guys jealous (He has rizz but doesn't know how to handle it)

He's one of the popular boys because he's handsome and that a lot of the girls know he is the little brother of the handsome Hantengu Quadruplets (He doesn't even know he's popular or the reason why)

He's a total mama's boy

Loves Mario.

He was so excited when the Mario Movie came out that he forced all his brothers into one of his cars and paid for everything with Karaku's credit card

He isn't allowed to use his own money so he usually has one of his brothers or all of their credit cards

Has too many Mario video games

Zoha likes to put stickers on everything including his brothers. (Karaku wasn't so happy to be covered in stickers)

Has some allergies (crab, Crab Rangoon, some seafoods, daisy's, and pollen)

When he was little he was in the hospital a lot either because he had a really bad allergic reaction or he got beaten up. Luckily his mom was there (Their mother happens to be a nurse so she always kept him company along with his brothers and father)

Zoha first fight was in Elementary school at recess because two older boys had the great idea to bully him because he was small.

Zoha did in fact win but he was beaten up pretty badly and his brother made sure those really learnt a lesson the next time they saw him

Zoha ended up in the hospital because he had a broken arm and a bruised face

Mama wasn’t so happy about it and sued the parents and had the two boys in juvie

He is 5 years younger than the quads/clones and 7 years younger than Hantengu and Urami

Grew up with his cousins 24/7

At the age 15 he got his first girlfriend (who is now his current girlfriend)

Still cool with the ladies to the point it brings Karaku to tears that his lil bro has so many girl contacts in his phone

He stays out really late and only comes home to let his brothers know that he is alive before leaving again (Only one the weekends and summer break)

Rest of the time he is home since he doesn't really go out unless it's for food or friends

His group of friends consist of too many girls, Daki, Nakime, Akaza, Kokushibo (Zoha's "sugar daddy". He just gives money to Zoha and he jokes about him being a Sugar Daddy to him), Douma, Kaigaku, Gyutaro (Zoha is like an older brother to him), Rui (Zoha is that one senior/Junior that adopted a freshman), Gyokko

Daki one time forced him to be a cheerleader for an entire year. He wasn't too happy

The only time Zoha will get into a fight is when someone is being highly disrespectful to one of his female friends which does get him suspended

Decides when he wants to go to school

His brothers can't really do a thing about it though it pisses Urami off when he goes to make sure he is awake but finds the quads and Zoha sleeping (The quads tried and failed)

Sometimes he leaves at 1 in the morning because Douma wanted food

He's truly only nice to his family and friends

The only one person who can truly disrespect him or piss him off without getting hurt is his cousin

His hair is curly and long. It goes down to his thighs but if straightened it'll go to his calves

He does cut it to a reasonable length like the length the Quads hair is at or his canon hair cut

Hantengu snd Urami have the same length hair as Zoha so Hantengu usually styles it for him

Daki likes to style his hair but certain styles makes him highly upset with her

Throws money at the problem or his fists

Looks mean but is truly nice

Likes to go to the gym with his brothers or Akaza

They get milkshakes afterwards

Not a big fan on pick me and snobby girls

If he is sick Sekido is the one who tends to stay home with him and gives him medicine and his blanket

Rarely goes to sleepovers because of Sekido packing his bag or that he wants to go home

In elementary school he was 4'10, middle school 5'2, currently he is 5'11, in the near future he'll be the same height as the quads

Many people find it hard to believe that he was born with purple hair. Most of the time it looks black in certain spaces/seasons, but if like you look closely with a flashlight or if he's out in the sun it's a dark purple (A unique feature he shares with the Quads)

Rich boy but keeps in his lane

The car he drove when he was 15 gave it away that he came from a rich family

Most of the time he is on the phone with his brothers, cousin, or Daki (In school)

He gets kicked out of class because of it

A sucker for sweets mainly chocolate

He's either brought lunch from Aizetsu or Urogi or brings his own lucnh

He is coddled a lot by the Quads mainly Sekido (doesn't matter if he big grown he still the baby)

Nonchalant attitude

Rui is sometimes nervous to go with him to different events or in general late at night

Zoha usually takes Rui to small parties or out to eat

Zoha once bought Rui several pet spiders because he got tired of hearing Rui complain about not having one

Tiktok Famous

He is known for having long hair/story times while he does his hair/doing one of his girl friends make up while doing a story time (During the time he was a cheerleader he learnt how to do makeup)

He didn’t go to school until he was 5

He was homeschooled because of his allergies

When he did go to school he was taken out around spring time because of his allergies and how he reacted to them.

When his brothers would do their homework he would sit in one of their laps and watch them or color a picture while they do their homework

The brothers spent half a month trying to convince their parents to let Zoha go to school with them

That's really all I have for now....I like the Senior adopting a freshman thing for Zoha and Rui along with the Hantengu's being rich

[theworldofotps]

Letter From The Road

AEW Superstar: Hangman Adam Page Word Count: 361 ~A series in which I write letters from superstars to their partners or loved ones back home while they’re on tour.~

Wishing the happiest birthday to one of the best friends a person could ever hope for. @melissahausen I hope you enjoy this little surprise I love you so much and hope your birthday is a good one. Thank you for the endless chats, banter and all the little gems of happiness our friendship has. I don’t know what I’d do without you, big shout out to your mom for having you. Happy birthday lovely!🖤 _________ Tag list:

@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ___________ Dear Future Wife, I’m going to write this in capital letters, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I’m so excited to see what this next year has in store and I so wish that I could be there with you today to celebrate it. Thank you for letting me be apart of your last four, can’t wait to celebrate with you the rest of our lives. 

A little bird that walks around with half its face painted told me you haven’t been feeling the best lately. I’m sorry I’m not there to help you in person but just remember I’m always a call, text or even FaceTime away. I love you more than anything in this world and all I want is for my love to be happy. I know every day won’t be sunshine and rainbows but I know without a doubt you can make it through this slump. Remember that you are worth being in this world, it’s lucky to have you. I am lucky to have you. The world wouldn’t see right without you in it and I’ll remind you for the rest of your days of that. 

You’re my dream and sometimes even dreams have bad moments. Please know I love you and I’m always here. Things are going to get better I promise just gotta keep pushing on.

I hope you like the gift basket, and roses and your favorite drinks that I had sent round. It took some planning but I managed to get it done. When you open the small box, think of me. I hope today is a great day for you baby because you deserve it and so much more. I’ll see you really soon and then we can celebrate your day together. Remember we have our big date coming up soon. I love you so much baby to the moon and beyond. 

~Yours forever plus a day.  Adam P.

P.s: The little bird told me to tell you please don’t be angry he doesn’t want to have his skateboard “borrowed” again.

P.s.s: I’ll see you at two pm today. I love you and surprise! You won’t read this until after I’m already there x 

[shakespeareallanpoe]

Batfamily Secret Santa

With the holidays coming up here's my headcanon for what each of the batfamily members would get each other if they were doing a secret Santa. (And yes, I know Bruce is canonically Jewish, but I believe either Tim or Dick are some denomination of Christian so I'd imagine they have a mixed holiday celebration at the manor)

Bruce (got Stephanie)

Ok so Bruce is super generous on a good day and I can't imagine Steph wouldn't be dropping hints since Thanksgiving, so he'd probably give her everything she asked for plus a new movie Wayne manor doesn't have, so after the celebration they could watch it together as a one-on-one bonding thing since he's pretty big on quality time in some versions.

Dick (got Bruce)

Bruce really doesn't expect anything for the holidays which is perfect because I have this headcanon that Dick is actually really bad with giving gifts. Someone bullied your little sister? Not on his watch. Life advice? He'll pull from his past experiences to tell you what not to do. Emotional support? Bro he's there. But birthday/anniversary/holiday gifts? Expect a mug with Snoopy's face because you both watched Charlie Brown together once. In July. He's just that kind of gift giver. So I'm thinking Dick would get Bruce a dinosaur themed 1,000 piece puzzle because Bruce likes dinosaurs and he likes puzzles so boom! Match made in heaven, ya boi is a genius. 😎

Barbara (got Jason)

Babs is a pretty practical person so her secret Santa to Jason probably consisted of a gift bag with manly smelling body wash, a gift card to Barnes & Noble, and a CD mixtape of Jason's Spotify favorites so he can pop it into a car and listen to it during long car rides.

Duke (got Damian)

So Duke is a pretty creative person when he's passionate about a project and his ideas are definitely one of a kind, but I think for some time he would really struggle with coming up with a secret Santa for Damian because he isn't all that close with Robin. He knew Damian appreciated weapons but he's also the type of person to not want Damian to think that weapons are all he is by getting him one. Presents for Damian's pets are off the table since Damian spoils them on every day of the year, so Duke would probably gift Damian something for the child he is, since Damian never had a childhood. Maybe a telescope so Damian could look at the stars with his family on clear nights. Just like what Duke's mom gave him as a boy for the holidays one year.

Cass (got Dick)

Cass didn't receive material gifts for most of her life so she probably enlisted Alfred's help. Given that the butler knows Dick pretty well, they decided to give him a gift basket with blue ribbon that had a T-shirt of his favorite band, some flash fuzzy socks (Wally would approve), and his favorite holiday candy. Dick is really more of a quality time kind of person if you want to make him to feel special, so it didn't need to be elaborate anyway.

Jason (got Cass)

I don't care how much people try to make Jason into a sexist, ignorant-to-the-fine-arts kind of person. Jason doesn't give a fuck about gender stereotypes and he loves learning, especially about classical things like literature or fine arts. For his secret Santa to Cass he got them both tickets for a weekend trip to Russia to see a ballet in person in one of the grandest cities in Russia. Cass has obviously been to many places across the world, but it was always for a mission and nothing more. For the holidays, Jason gifted her two days where they could travel and explore the culture, living like locals or being those stereotypical tourists just for shits and giggles. Just a few days without work to relax and live happy lives as regular people. When Cass got her gift Jason pulled her aside afterwards to explain it, so she wouldn't cry in front of everyone. And she did cry. Just a little. So did Jason.

Tim (got Duke)

Tim wouldn't think too hard about Duke's gift since he knows the people Duke hangs out with. Or could find them. Getting Duke a gift was as simple as casually running into Duke's friends and asking them about what Duke likes. Not that he or Duke's friends ever mentioned this to Signal, so when he opened his secret Santa and found some hyper-specific things amongst some more generic gifts, he began to wonder just how much Tim knew about his life.

Stephanie (got Babs)

Steph is absolutely the type of person to get someone for Christmas something they want themselves. So a lot of the gifts Bruce gave her look similar to what Babs got from Steph. Not that she means anything by it, but in her mind if it's worth wanting, someone else close to her probably wants it too. And Babs doesn't mind. She already bought herself a new desk light after the old one got knocked down one too many times, so it doesn't matter if she has a cute keychain to go on it.

Damian (got Tim)

Regardless of his age I think a younger sibling will always be a younger sibling. Damian would probably give Tim a large fancy gift bag filled with tissue paper... and nothing else. He'd do it just to see Tim's reaction to rifling through the bag for several moments to come up empty. Then, when Tim admits defeat, Damian would hand over a gift he asked Jon to pick up for Connor, nicely wrapped with Tim's forged signature and everything. He wasn't about to get Tim a gift but it's okay because he knew Tim would've somehow forgotten to get his boyfriend a holiday gift anyway. (And he did)

[abarbaricyalp]

Written for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo prompt: Riptide

Rated G // No Warnings Apply

I Love You When You're Singing That Song

Cass got extravagant birthdays.

He was a late June baby, which meant he never got to celebrate at school and usually also meant his friends were off for vacation or camp and couldn't come for a party. So, instead, he got to come up with wild ideas for how he wanted to spend the day with family, and very little was off the table. Last year, he'd finally convinced his mom to go on a haunted pirate ship tour.

This year, a new roller rink and arcade had been built just north of town and he'd been begging to go since before it even opened. It was not a surprise that that's where his party ended up being.

More of his friends were able to come this year, but most of them had petered out after gifts and lunch. They discovered that Bucky couldn't drive a golf cart to save his life. That Sarah cleaned up at not only air hockey but also pool. That Sam wasn't any good at the basketball games but could score the high marks on skee ball all night long.

("Don't worry," Cass had assured him all day. "The hoops are misshaped, so it's harder to make the basket.")

Cass and his friends were endless balls of energy. They played the same games over and over again, making up new rules and lore each time they circled back around to something. Their parents, however, did not share the same well of energy. Still, once everyone was gone and the boxes of pizza were cleared away and Bucky had moved the Dr. Pepper out of reach of AJ's little arms, Cass had turned his big junior mint eyes up at Sam and asked to stay even longer, and Sam had folded before Cass even finished asking. They all piled over to the roller rink again.

Bucky was unfairly good at roller skating. Cass and AJ, whose kid bones were still made out of rubber, picked it up easily with a teacher like him to guide them. And Sarah looked great out in the rink. She had had more than enough people coming up and offering to skate with her or teach her a trick. Including Bucky. Sam, on the other hand, was aching in places he didn't even know he could ache. Could the tailbone break?

Bucky glided up to him behind the boys as they all skated away from the rink and to the carpeted area with tables and lockers. It was like he was made to be on wheels. Entirely unfair. His hair was wet with sweat and the pulsing neon lights of the rink were tangling up with the stands so much that Sam almost forgot what color Bucky's hair actually was.

AJ and Cass stumbled to a stop, the heavy carpeting doing much of the work for them. Bucky had no such issues. In fact, he barely stopped, so much as he made a tight turn and pulled Sam back onto the rink floor. Sam groaned theatrically, but Bucky's arms were warm and safe around him.

"You know, I used to do this all the time as a kid," Sam defended himself. "I was pretty good at it."

Bucky grinned. "I guess that's why the phrase is 'like riding a bicycle' and not 'like rollerskating,'" he suggested. He was skating backwards and pulling Sam with him without even running into anyone. Sam kind of felt like shoving him, but he was pretty sure it wouldn't make a difference. He'd just end up throwing himself off balance.

"How are you so good at this? Why don't we put you on wheels for missions?"

Bucky let out a hearty laugh, the kind where he threw his head back and didn't reign in any noise. God, Sam loved that laugh. Bucky spun around in a move that made Sam's ankles hurt.

"I dunno. Maybe I was more active in the, what, 80s? Is that when roller rinks were popular?"

"Yeah, something like that, old man," Sam huffed, like he was not a precocious preteen in the 80s himself.

He let Bucky drag him around the rink for a while. Slowly, he got his legs under him again, though every time he got confident one foot would slip forward or backward or to the side and he'd be at square one again. But those moments always had Bucky's arm darting out to his waist to hold him up, which wasn't so bad.

He still hadn't gotten any better by the time Bucky took mercy and veered them out of the rink. Sam kicked off his skates without even untying them. "I never wanna talk about this again," he grumbled.

Bucky laughed, more reigned in this time, and sat heavily beside Sam on the bench behind the table they had claimed. He reached out for a robot kit that Cass had gotten for his birthday. "I dunno, I liked ghosting you." He made a face and amended, "Like the movie Ghost, not like ignoring you."

"Yeah, that is a favorite hobby of yours, isn't it?"

"Listen, that time with the rifle was needed. It was like you'd never held one before."

"You laid down on top of me!"

"You were lying down!" Bucky insisted. "How else was I supposed to adjust your position?" He grinned and nudged Sam's side. "We adjusted a lot of positions that night."

Sam rolled his eyes and dropped one of Bucky's boots into his lap. "Put your shoes on and go get another pizza for dinner."

"Ugh, aren't you tired of pizza yet?" he groaned. He leaned against Sam, relaxing almost his whole weight so Sam couldn't shove him off.

"Yeah, but the kids aren't, so go get one." Despite knowing it wouldn't work, Sam shoved at Bucky's shoulder and tried to wedge a foot against his hip to leverage him upright again.

Bucky just went more lax against him and then pressed a messy, lazy kiss to Sam's check.

"Not in public," Sam huffed, like they hadn't made out like teenagers in a movie theater the previous week. To be fair, the movie kind of sucked. "Go get food," he grunted and really shoved Bucky upwards. It moved him about an inch, but Bucky finally relented and sat up.

"Fine, but I'm getting a bunch of hotdogs too. Pizza is not cutting it," he complained as he tugged on his boots without bothering to unlace them.

Sam waved him off but did turn to watch him walk away in his cute little jeans. Rollerskating was a good hobby, actually, he decided.

Without the distraction of his nephews, sister, and partner, Sam found quiet for the first time all afternoon. He finished off Bucky's drink--because he knew him, he was absolutely coming back with ridiculous concoctions from the fountain--and watched people skate. He was not the only bad skater and Bucky wasn't the only good one. There was a group of people who were performing entire dance routines to the songs playing overhead. There were also plenty of kids taking to it like ducks to water.

Sam wondered where the boys had gotten off to and why they hadn't touched base with new spoils from the arcade. He figured Sarah was with them. Maybe they'd gone back out to the bumper cars. Go-karts. Whatever the little racing things were.

Somehow, somehow, he knew his nephews were absolutely behind the speaker crackling to life right as Sam was closing his eyes and relaxing into the bench. A few skaters booed at the music being cut off. Sam pushed himself to his feet, gathering up Cass's gifts and stacking the trash together.

"Sam and Bucky, your number is up at karaoke," the speaker announced. Sam just about knocked over a half empty cup of Hi-C. "Sam and Bucky," it repeated, "your number is up at karaoke."

When Sam leaned around the bank of lockers to figure out where Bucky was, he found the man already looking towards him from the concessions line. Bucky looked as confused as Sam felt.

Who the hell? Bucky mouthed to him. Sam threw his hands up. He finished stuffing their things into a locker and met Bucky halfway across the floor. The karaoke stage was set at the back of the dining area. For the most part, Sam had been ignoring it. The speakers played the music loudly and he couldn't hear the singers, which was his favorite way to interact with karaoke.

"I didn't sign us up for anything," Bucky defended as they walked towards the MC.

"I know," Sam agreed. "You can't lie for shit." He didn't have to look over to know Bucky was directing a scowl at him.

"Hey," he called when they caught to the MC. "We didn't sign up to sing."

The MC, a man who was older than Sam was anticipating, did a double take on them. "Oh, wow, you are that Sam and Bucky. Okay." He waved his hand and carried on. "Listen, everyone gets cold feet. Don't worry about it, alright? You'll have fun." And he ushered them towards the stage.

"What song are we supposed to sing?" Bucky asked, trying to turn his way out of this herding motion unsuccessfully.

"Whatever you signed up with," the man scoffed.

"We didn't sign up," Bucky growled again under his breath. For Sam's benefit, he figured. Sam hooked his pinky in Bucky's and squeezed for just a second.

They weren't shy. They couldn't be, what with their jobs. Bucky was a performer when he was comfortable. He was always crooning to someone or starting an impromptu dance party. Sam liked to be the heart of the party, liked to entertain and garner laughs. It wasn't the publicity part of this that was giving them pause as much as the pure confusion.

"Maybe it'll be the Star Spangled Man With A Plan," Sam suggested. "Someone pulling our leg."

Bucky groaned. "Anything but that."

They climbed into the stage and Sam tried to peer out into the audience to see who might've been messing with them.

"Your screen is right there," the MC said. "Does that font look good? Yes? Great. Let's get you two started."

"Wait, but--" Sam tried one last time, but the man was already gone again.

As soon as the music started, he knew his family was in the audience somewhere. And, in a way, this was Bucky's fault too. Judging by the way his scowl had softened a little, the other man realized what had happened too.

"I was scared of dentists and the dark," Sam started.

"I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations," Bucky continued.

"And all my friends are turning green."

"You're the magician's assistant in their dream."

They were able to harmonize on the vocalizations because they had practiced this. It all started about the third time Bucky had stayed at the Wilsons' for longer than a night. He and Sam had both been up early--Sam back from a run, Bucky just up--and they'd wordlessly begun taking care of the dishes from the night before. Bucky didn't remember where he'd heard the song, but it was stuck in his head. Just a melody. The idea of a song, really. He had mangled all the words for days before finally stopping to actually listen to it. But his humming that morning was evidently enough for Sam to pick up on the song and he began to sing it under his breath. Bucky was pretty sure Sam was off pitch, but he was too enamored of the way Sam's hips moved and the messy spin he executed at one point, flinging water from a plate across the room, to actually say anything.

It became a thing. Any time it got quiet between them, one of them would begin humming the song and the other would pick up singing it. They usually got through the first verse before they were both belting out the lyrics and throwing their hands around in exaggerated interpretations.

It hadn't taken long for the rest of the Wilsons to catch on to their habit. For the most part, they left it to Sam and Bucky to be silly with it. But occasionally the boys utilized it as a distraction and always the song had to be teasingly turned up when it played on the radio.

Or when it was an option at karaoke.

When in Rome, Sam figured. He spun around dramatically on the last lilting Ahhhh and made sure he was facing Bucky in time to sing, "And they come unstuck lately, running down to the riptide."

And Bucky picked up on the line he thought was just outrageously funny for him to sing. "Taken away to the dark side, I wanna be your left hand man."

And his stupid grin was infectious so Sam had to laugh through, "And I love you when you're singing that song.

"And I got a lump in my throat 'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong," Bucky finished, even though he was the one who made up lyrics all the time.

"There's this movie I think you'd like," Sam sang, aiming for conversational. Though he didn't quite get there. Not with the audience clapping and laughing. "This guy decides to quit his job and head to New York City."

"New York?" Bucky ad-libbed like he always did, like he had some claim on New York. "This cowboy's running from himself. And she's been living on the highest shelf." He pulled Sam close with tangled fingers and spun him around as they got through the vocalizations again.

They sang the chorus together. They were both lost in the song and the comfort that singing together provided. Other than the neon strobe-y lights, they might as well have been having an impromptu dance break from doing the laundry.

"I just wanna, I just wanna know if you're gonna, if you're gonna stay," Sam sang. He tried to ignore how earnest Bucky looked as he took a step closer. He was nodding and Sam wasn't sure he even knew he was.

"I just gotta, I just gotta know. I can't have, I can't have it any other way."

Sam tore himself away from Bucky's hold. "I swear she's destined for the screen," he sang emphatically. More emphatically than was necessary but there was just something about that bridge that called for dramatics.

"The closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen," Bucky sang just the same, stepping next to Sam again.

When Sarah's laugh cut through the din of the show, Sam had to look back over and found Bucky pointing her out with that terrible, horrible, no good, very best grin of his. The kind that said he may be joking but only a little. He did mostly mean it.

The first time he'd sung that line to Sam, he'd been absently stroking his thumb along Sam's cheekbone and since then, that was his go to reasoning that Sam was the closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that anyone had ever seen. Sam had laughed about the same way Sarah was now.

The crowd helped them sing out the rest of the choruses, only falling quieter on the last one. Sam and Bucky hushed too, took a second to catch their breaths, wandered back into each other's breathing space again.

"Lately, running down to the riptide, taken away to the dark side," Bucky sang, caught Sam's chin to lift his face

"I wanna be your left hand man. I love you, when you're singing that song. And I've got a lump in my throat 'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong."

"Yeah, I've got a lump in my throat 'cause you're gonna sing the words wrong," Bucky echoed. His heart was racing under Sam's hand, but his face was even and adoring, and he rested his forehead on Sam's for a split second. Then he was turning toward the audience and taking a deep, dramatic bow and tugging Sam along with him.

They jumped off the stage to applause and the MC already trying to find the next person on the call sheet. The boys were practically vibrating with contained laughter and excitement. Even Sarah was smirking while she pretended to be nonchalant.

"I think you've already gone viral," she teased.

"Which one of you signed us up and is never getting cookies again?" Bucky threatened emptily.

"Um, you had to sign yourself up!" Cass corrected. "You musta done it and just forgotten."

"You have a history of that, don't you?" Sarah teased. Which, hey, Sam was allowed to make those jokes, no one else.

But Bucky just laughed and leaned over to kiss Sarah's cheek. "Maybe I've forgotten that I signed you and me up for Ain't No Mountain High Enough."

"Wait, you'll sing soul music with her but not me?" Sam accused. "Cold blooded."

"I'm not getting up there," Sarah declared, literally wiping her hands of the idea. "But you guys missed some cute lion king moments earlier. AJ sang Just Can't Wait To Be King."

Bucky clutched at his chest as he sat down. "I need a video. Or an encore."

Sam sat beside him, wary and excited for a sudden sugar high induced encore from AJ. Bucky leaned into his side. His eyes were bright--he was close to a sugar high himself--and when he turned to look at Sam, it felt like a radiant spill of the universe settling on him.

"We should do this more often," Bucky said.

"Which part?" Sam asked.

"The part where you tell everyone you're my left hand man."

"That's so not how it went."

"That is so--"

Sam pulled Bucky close to kiss him quiet. It felt like running into the ocean on a warm day.

[bathessani]

ALL Sale Proceeds from Now until March of 2024 Are Going Towards My Son’s Washington DC trip with his History Class!!! Help give him an Educational Experience & Help him to learn about how an entrepreneurial business works!

Kaden with his best friend, aka Grandma!

[diacripticcomplex]

DL boys as fathers:

Shu: I’m sorry but not sorry, he would be such a deadbeat father fr. Wouldn’t remember his kids birthdays, “ask your mom..” type of energy, do not leave him with his own kids he will either lose them or they’ll end up hurting themselves really badly and will most likely be hungry cause he ain’t feeding them. He solely relies on the mother of his children to take care of them.(2boys 1 girl) (shu is my favorite DL boy but he literally hates doing things)

Reiji: a very strict father, not emotional at all but will cut up fruits for his kids and give it to them while they study, he would be active in their studies and would enjoy teaching them chemistry and other science related things, plus he’d always make sure they’re fed, he’d teach his kids manners and how to cook clean iron clothes by the age 3. (2 girls, 2 boys)

Ayato: a super cool and proud soccer/basket ball father, he’d want his kids to actively be in sports and make sure they are always playing and having fun as well, he’d teach his kids to play pranks of their mother, however he might struggle with his narcissistic traits, if his kids don’t do something he wants it might feel like a personal attack for him. (1 girl, 3 boys)

Kanato: he’s the type to only hair daughters and really be a girl dad. He would absolutely spoil the hell out of his daughters, he does have a habit of screaming and overreacting however so he’s definitely traumatizing his kids. (2 girls)

Laito: he’s the type to have children from multiple baby mamas, talking like 7 kids and 7 different moms, he’d have a strained relationship with the moms and honestly wouldn’t be super active in the kids lives but he would spoil them for their birthdays and holidays, also he pays child support and takes care of all his baby mamas so money is never an issue he’s just never emotional mentally and sometimes even physically there. (4 boys, 3 girls)

Subaru: super overprotective father. Will fly to save his kid before the kid falls and scraps it’s knee or something like that. He’s super caring and pays attention to everything his kids say, he loves listening to the silly things they say and is very happy with them, they’re his rocks. (2 boys)

Ruki: would honestly be a rather controlling father, he’d block certain apps and media from his kids phones, wouldn’t want to get them phones to begin with, his kids love his cooking and he makes sure that they always sit and eat together at least once a week. (1 boy 1 girl)

Kou: he’d be such a “they’re just jealous of you” type of parent, he’d definitely make his kid feel like a superstar because in his eyes his kid is a superstar and his whole world. He’d take off from work just to attend his kids ceremonies or talent shows. (1 girl)

Yuma: he’d honestly have a few of his own kids and adopt a few as well, so he’d have a lot of kids and he would put them to WORK! Yuma loves gardening and that does not stop, matter fact having kids just makes the garden grow into a whole farm, yk that meme from the movie Holes? “I’m tired grandpa” “WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD” yea that the energy Yuma has with all his kids. (6 boys, 3 are his, 3 are adopted, 5 girls, 1 is his the rest are adopted)

Azusa: surprisingly he’d be a very calm and nice father, he would definitely hide the fact he’s into pain from his kids, he doesn’t want his children ever getting hurt, he’s also kind of a clingy parent, like his kids will spend all day with him but he’ll still wanna spend more time with them. (2 girls, 1 boy)

Carla: Appears to be a super stern and asshole of a father and can be but for the most part his kids and family mean everything to him, he’ll sacrifice a lot to make sure his kids are well, he also is a super health freak and makes sure they eat only organic foods and take care of their health. (4 girls)

Shin: he’s the type of father to not understand his children at all, and he thinks that the solution for everything is giving them gifts or money, he doesn’t know how to take care of them at all, the mother of his children scolds him often and tries to tell him how to improve his parenting but he doesn’t really comprehend it. (2 boys)

Kino: he’d be such a good father, especially since he lacked that, but he would want to be an accepting and compassionate father for his children and their friends since he was able to get that from the ghouls. He also loves playing games with his kids and teaches them how to play better. (1 girl, 1 boy)

[griffin-girl-r]

First Easter

Created: 22.04.2022

Finished: 24.04.2022

Edited: 11.09.2023

Word count: 1,086

Age: 10 months

Warning: Tony

Detka = Baby

Request: No

Summary: You and Natasha celebrate your first Easter together.

—

Natasha had never been a person who cared too much about celebrations like birthdays, Easter, Christmas, or any other there could be.

That was, of course, until she became a mother.

When Natasha unexpectedly had you, her world turned upside down, and suddenly all the things she was taught to be wrong and bad, were no longer wrong and bad.

She started to crave love and affection.

She wanted to be the best mother for you. To give you everything she couldn't have as a child.

Hugs, kisses, celebrations, silly faces, playtime, lullabies, or stories became the things the ex-assassin loved with all her heart now.

After you, of course.

You will always be the thing Natasha truly loves with all her being.

—

"Good morning, baby!" Natasha cooed at her baby as she took you out of your crib

"Mama!" You excitedly clapped your hands

You said your first word about a month ago and there weren't actually too many words that you could currently say. Three words. That was all you could say at the moment. But Natasha was so proud of you for being an early talker and she tried her best to slowly teach you new words.

As soon as you were in her arms, you snuggled closer to her chest and remained silent for a few seconds while Natasha rocked you from side to side.

"Guess what day it's today, baby?" Nat lowered her head to look at your face "It's Easter! Can you believe it, detka?! Your first Easter!"

As an answer, you started babbling when you heard Natasha's excitement and she couldn't help but smile and copy you.

—

"Where on Earth it's Stark?" Sam shouted as he entered the common room where everyone was gathered

"I don't know." Steve declared "No one had seen him the entire morning, not even Pepper."

"Why do I feel like he's about to do some stupid thing, only his ass could do?!" Bucky stated as he continued to eat some fruits from his plate

Let's just say that Bucky wasn't wrong at all.

Because when Tony ran inside the room dressed as a bunny, well... more like a drunk bunny, all the kids started screaming and crying.

All except you.

"Hey, hunny bunnies! Guess who's here?!" Tony started moving around the room and closer to you who were sitting in your mother's lap on the sofa

Natasha finished feeding you just in time before Tony made his grand entrance, scaring all the kids away.

Everyone collectively face palmed themselves, this was such a Tony move. And yet, they kind of expected him to do something like that. He's Tony after all.

"Mini Romanoff..." Tony extended his arms to take you from Natasha's "Come to Uncle Tony."

The moment Tony started removing you from your mom's arms, you screamed so loud that Tony almost dropped you to the ground. But as soon as Natasha held you again, your cries faded away.

Natasha only glared at Tony and the man vanished into thin air.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay. Mama's right here." Natasha whispered while rubbing your back as you hid your face in her chest, clinging to her

—

Natasha already had planned a lot of fun activities for you two to do together.

She started by dressing you in the cutest pink and white dress there exists and a baby jacket that had a white bunny on the back.

Then she took you outside the compound, and you both lay on a picnic blanket.

Natasha was looking mesmerized at you all the time. You were her little miracle and you simply amazed her more and more with each day that passed.

The way you would turn your head at every sound or how you would smile and babble when Natasha explained to you about nature and animals, and sounds or look where she pointed and carefully watched whatever she showed you with curious eyes, was something the woman thought she'll never get to experience because of her past.

—

"Look, Y/N! Here's your gift!" Natasha lowered down beside you a basket full of things, after you two returned from watching the duckies at the pond and feeding them

As soon as you saw the multitude of things in that basket you did your best to sit using all your baby strength and started giggling as you reached to pull the things out.

There were a few baby books, a baby blanket, some stuffed animals and interactive toys, and clothes. All for you.

You first reached for a stuffed dog.

"Pup." You smiled at your mom, proudly showing her your new toy "Mama. Pup."

"That's right, Y/N. It's a puppy. Good job!" She kissed the top of your head "Let's see what else you have here."

You spent the rest of the day in your mom's arms outside, playing with toys, listening to her as she read you from your new books and sang happy songs for you to clap and babble along and maybe even get you to learn a new word.

—

It was late and the day was almost over when Clint, Steve, Wanda, and a beat-up Tony, made their way inside the common room.

But as soon as they got inside, they froze in place.

"Is that... Romanoff?" Tony questioned "F.R.I.D.A.Y., record this please."

"Tasha?" Clint called for her

But Natasha was too focused to chase you, crawling all around the room. The sound of her laughter and happy voice, alongside your baby giggles, were filling the compound.

"I'm gonna catch you! I'm gonna catch you!" Natasha laughed as she crawled after you

The sight of her pretending to move faster only made you crawl as quickly as you could.

"Come on, guys!" Wanda pushed the boys out "It's not our place here. Let them have their moment. It's private!"

—

Even if they got out, Tony still kept the recording of Natasha crawling after her daughter during their playtime.

That video will become an important reminder for you of how much your mom loves you.

—

"I love you." Natasha whispered in your ear after she finished her lullaby but you were already sound asleep in her arms "I hope you enjoyed your first Easter as much as I did, baby."

Natasha's heart swelled from joy when you smiled in your sleep as she kissed your forehead before putting you back in your crib.

This was the first Easter ever for both of you and it was definitely a memorable one.

[rubylize]

Your Gifts

Summary: Stiles collects all your gifts after all these years.

Paring: Stiles x reader

Word Count: 912

Warnings: none

“Are you ready?” My mothers words rang in my ears. “Yeah.” I hoped that masked my nervousness. I had come back to Beacon Hills after years of being with my parents on business. As for nervousness? It was because I wondered if my best friend/crush was still around. I mean did he move suddenly too? Did he go to a different school? There were all kinds of possibilities. My mom drove me to school, I walked into the office and I was advised to come “late” while I got a tour so everyone was in class. I’d be pretty much a surprise.

After the tour, it was time to actually get to my class. I let out a mental deep breath, before walking into the class. At this point my heart was beating out of my chest. I didn’t care about being the center of attention, all I cared about was if Stiles was in there. “Sorry to interrupt-” The principal started off. “We have a new student, please welcome her,” and that's when I appeared. My eyes scanned the room searching for him.

I made eye contact with a boy who was already looking at me, he smiled widely at me and that's when it hit me. It was Stiles. I couldn’t help but smile, it was actually him! I scanned the room a bit more to see Scott, my other best friend, I was beyond thrilled. “You can sit next to me,” I heard someone say. My eyes met with the boy who said he seemed very confident. “Jackson, Y/n will be sitting next to Lydia,” The teacher announced. I could see Jackson roll his eyes and the teacher led me to sit next to Lydia.

“So why were you all smiley, when you like at the boys in the back,” Lydia caught my attention, while she chewed gum and twirled her hair with her finger. “Hm?” I looked at her confused, “I sai-”

“I know what you said, I’m sorry. I’ve known them for a while, that's all.” She gave me a look, but nodded her head. The bell rang and I felt ecstatic, I walked out the classroom but waited till Stiles and Scott came out. I could see Stiles walk out of the classroom and he seemed to be looking for someone. “Looking for someone?” I whispered near him. He jumped but once he immediately realized who I was he hugged me.

“I missed you.” I chuckled a bit, “I missed you too.”

“Stiles where’d yo-” I felt someone else join the hug and I knew it was Scott. “I missed you,” I laughed. I let go, but my arms were still wrapped around their shoulders, I could see Stiles’ eyes were slightly teary eyed. My heart warmed at his face, he looked so ridiculously cute. I looked at him in awe and let go of Scott to hug Stiles individually once again.

The day was going good so far, we all catched up and talked about a certain girl Allison that Scott has a crush on.

I let my mom know that I was going over to Stiles’ house. Scott denied the offer, wanting to hangout with Allison, we completely understood.

I was sitting in Stiles’ bed while he was digging through his closet. “What are you even doing in there?” I laughed, since he’s been in there for a while, why would someone need to spend that whole time in a closet. “You’ll see..” After about five minutes he finally walked away from it. He had a basket in his hand. “Here.” I looked at him weirdly. “What’s this?”

“All your gifts.”

“What?” I looked at him like he was crazy. “What- What do you mean by all my gifts?”

“It sounds exactly like it sounds. It’s all your gifts. Every time your birthday comes around, I go buy a gift and collect them because I knew one day I’d give them to you.” My eyes watered at his words and I pulled him into a hug. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.” I could feel his arms hold me and I shut my eyes because I loved him so much and I wish we could stay here the whole time. I wish I could stop time and stay like this forever. “Y/n..” I heard Stiles say. I hummed in response, I felt so comfortable in his hold. “Don’t leave again,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

I hugged him tighter, “I won't, I promise.” I was telling the truth, I was officially back. My parents still have to go on trips but they said I’m old enough to stay alone. Moving back to Beacon Hills was the best decision my family and I have made. I was pulling away but Stiles seemed to hug me tighter, we were sitting up while hugging so I decided to tilt ourselves to make ourselves fall so we were laying down now. We stayed there for a while, but eventually we went through the gifts he got me.

All the gifts were so meaningful, which led to some tears and more hugs for appreciation. He was so perfect and I wanted to kiss him. I’ve had a crush on him since we were kids and I’m glad we got this opportunity to catch up and be together again but I want more but I don’t know if that's too soon.

[coolfire333]

There's a scene in the big bang theory (I know it's cringe on tumblr but bear with me my mom likes the show and has been watching it in the living room recently so it's fresh in my mind) where Sheldon is trying to decide what to get Penny as a gift for Christmas so he decides to buy a bunch of varying gift baskets and give her "the appropriate one" once he sees what she gets him as a gift first

But then she gets him something so touching and perfectly tailored to his interests that he's starstruck and stumbles out with all the gift baskets at once and gives them all to her, saying "I know, it's not enough isn't it?" much to her shock

Basically that's me with my boyfriend...his birthday is coming up at the end of May and I have no idea what to get him that will mean as much to him as his gifts this year for my birthday meant to me

Even worse is that he hasn't given me everything he had planned to give me yet, there's a few belated gifts from him that he says are still in transit so it's very possible he could once again make me all weepy with gratitude over how well he understands me

I must return the favor there is literally no other option but ughhhh it feels like whatever I get him will never be enough to return the favor...my lad so sweet to me but ough gift giving is hard

[ezlebe]

Greg proposing?

Greg nods idly to himself, as he glances over the chocolates at the checkout, only to abruptly find his focus on the conversation of a guy in front of him. He’s caught by something, though he’s not sure of what, except maybe the excited pitch of the guy’s voice.

He’s got headphones looped around a sunburned neck, and his phone in one hand, swiping, while the other arm loosely hangs onto a container of mixed nuts and a coke liter. “Yeah, it was great,” he says, “Chris looked – yeah! I have like a hundred pictures of just him standing there with me, but I wish I had more.”

Greg peeks slightly over the guy’s shoulder to see him going through an album for a wedding. His wedding, it looks like, and there is a whole page of him standing just next to another guy in a suit; they look happy, though, looking at each other.

“I’m really sad to be back, honestly,” the guy laughs, dropping his head, playing with the ring on his finger. “Yeah. Yeah, but like he’ll be at home, right? Exactly.”

Greg looks away from the phone, shifting the weight of the grocery basket on his arm. He peeks down in it, poking at the little green bag of Tates with a fingertip and unsure why he’s feeling sort of… akin to yet envious of, all at once, the guy in front of him.

“Thank you, dude, really,” the guy says, lifting a hand to toy with one of the headphones, “I’m glad, too.”

~

Greg takes the car mid-morning, slipping the request to Connie through Tom’s phone, to meet Kendall for a secret op that will probably land on Twitter within minutes. He’s pretty sure it’s only shopping for a gift for his mom, anyway, judging by the neighborhood and her upcoming birthday, but he’s admittedly unsure why.

He absently looks through the window as the car pauses at a light, glancing across ads pasted to the wall, and catches on one of two men. They’re on a porch, eyes turned toward each other, and their ringed hands are artfully posed in sharp relief between them. He stares at it for a beat, then drops his head, looking away from it with a bite at the inside of his lower lip.

He doesn’t look up until the car starts to move again, ears flushing warm. It’s just, like… trying to sell him something, he doesn’t know why it’s hooking him so bad.

~

Honeymoon in Cancun!

Greg flattens his mouth at the back of the magazine. He puts it away with a weak clear of his throat, scratching at the edge of his scalp, and moves down the row. He picks up a couple packs of gum, spinning them between his fingers, as he peers over to find the counter finally empty.

He sets the gum down, then reaches out and grabs a sucker from the stand. “And, um. Dunhill Reds. Please.”

The cashier turns around, bending down to slide the pack out of the shelf.

“Out of polite, uh… curiosity, what would you think is like the normal amount of time after a divorce, um – ?” Greg clears his throat, trying to choke the question mid-bursting out of him with a breath. “To get remarried?”

The bodega cashier blinks slowly, pausing with their hand hovering now on the pack of cigarettes over the counter. “Uh. Couple years, maybe? It depends on the marriage, man. Like, the first one.”

“…Right,” Greg looks down, tapping his card on the till with a sigh. “Yeah.”

~

The whole situation is a little awkward, because Greg spent thirty years of his life under some vague impression he would never be married. It wasn’t that he didn’t think he could, or anything, he just had a hard time imagining he would want to be with someone.

He wants to now, though, like a lot.

It’s just that he can’t really know for sure if Tom feels the same, or, like… even how Tom feels like about marriage as an institution anymore. The last one had ended a bit ignominiously, to say the least.

Tom did say he’d rather be married to Greg than Shiv, once, which isn’t… It’s not nothing, but it’s also not a straight out I want to be married to you. He hasn’t hinted about anything like that since the divorce was filed, either, or since they hooked up, or got more serious, or even moved in; not after he no longer had anything to try to get out of or imagine was different. It’s all just been a few joking uses of Sporus, which isn’t so wonderful a comparison, since Greg looked that up only to read Nero chose him because he wanted his wife back.

It’s nice what they do have – about the same, really, with the living situation and the sex and the mutual bias toward each other. Greg has even put Tom down as an emergency contact.

He doesn’t know why he can’t get marriage out of his head, and –

Fuck, but the targeted ads popping up on his phone now really aren’t helping the situation.

~

“Greg? You asleep?”

“What?” Greg says, looking up with a startled blink, as he takes a deep breath. “Asleep?”

“Uh-huh.” Tom huffs and leans up, reaching out, and angles Greg’s head to loudly kiss him at the temple. “Because you’re daydreaming.”

“Oh, sorry,” Greg says, leaning his hip into the edge of the counter. He’s been watching Tom make sauce, and gnocchi, and… and thinking about ads.

“You’re not over there ruminating on how to ruin me, are you?”

Greg feels his face fall, slightly, “No?”

Tom peeks back over with a single eye narrowed to stare. “That wasn’t very sure.”

“I’m not,” Greg says, sweeping his hand up across his face, rubbing at his forehead, then into his hair. “Just… hungry, I guess.”

“Good,” Tom says, waving his wooden spoon for a mocking scold, then setting it down while reaching for the steaming gnocchi. “Because I think this recipe was planned for a family of ten.”

Greg hums a low murmur to agree and scratches against his face, looking down while it’s all stirred in together. He eats too much dinner, he watches a few episodes of some drama, he scrolls through his phone, he goes to bed late – nearly every moment spent next to Tom.

“I was just thinking,” he whispers, into the shifting city dark, so many hours later that his answer has drifted into the next day, “…About being married.”

Tom doesn’t answer or move, or anything, except snore quiet, because he’s asleep.

~

Greg stares at the couple in front of him, somewhat aghast, then looks over his shoulder just to confirm that this is like actually happening, and also that he’s not in front of like a fountain, or something, because it’s still just the steps down into the bagel place. He flinches at a loud, rapid, bright click of a camera to his left, and wonders if the couple met here, or something, because he finds the food a bit solidly mid, as they say. He only likes it because it’s closest.

“Greg?” Tom tuts, from the phone that Greg had entirely forgotten was pressed to his ear. “Did I lose you?

“Ye-yeah? Um, no,” Greg swallows, ducking his head, as heat floods his face in some second-hand reaction. “I think someone just got engaged in front of me?”

“Engaged, as in to be married?” Tom lifts his voice in understandable disbelief. “It’s 8:14 AM on a Wednesday. You either have psychosis, or you witnessed it.”

“Romance is, uh… is subjective.” Greg sucks at his lower lip, leaning forward to peer down the street. “They didn’t even get a bagel, though. Just pictures.”

“Jesus, I’m going to call it at… they never even make it to the alter, if they already can’t cater,” Tom says, briefly putting on a nasal accent , then falling back into his own scathingly bland voice. “And it’s just tacky – I’ve seen… well.” He pauses for an odd beat, then clears his throat. “I’ve seen around some private formal engagement photos, taken post-proposal, which I think are – It would’ve been classier, than shocking someone on the street. As a keepsake.”

“…Like in a park?” Greg asks, carefully, leaning against the back of a bench while clutching his bagel bag.

“Or the bridge, or at a lighthouse, or in Paris, Gregory,” Tom says, voice raising, just so, in a very familiar harried pitch. “Something that you – one does to… avoid publicly kneeling in front of an unsuspecting bagel.”

Greg swallows hard, reaching up and rubbing at his brow and wincing as the paper bag neatly smacks him in the nose. “I think I, uh – I’ve seen those, too.”

Tom is quiet for a beat. “So… Just a better fucking idea, then?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Greg says, briefly hiccuping a laugh, as giddiness settles across his shoulders. It’s not a lot of give, not solidly, but it’s — It sounds like Tom has at least thought about it, too. “A lot better.”

~

The notion to bring it up occurs to Greg again later, somewhat intrusively, half asleep with his face pressed into the musky depths of Tom’s chest hair. He blindly reaches out and finds Tom’s hand, tracing down his fingertips and thinking about how it would feel to find something at the knuckle.

“This is really nice,” Greg mutters, flattening his cheek into Tom’s chest while bringing the hand closer to him. “But what if…?”

Tom hums and rubs his other hand through Greg’s hair.

“We maybe went a step further,” Greg manages, but only barely, as his voice has suddenly choked almost to nothing, barely escaping his throat in a whispered mumble. “Put it, um – on the books, you could say.”

“Hm?” Tom intones, as he gradually turns on his side, wrapping his arms around Greg with a deep mumbling breath. “Wh’ever you want.”

It isn’t technically a yea or a nay, but, like… the spirit of a yes is in it.

~

Greg manages to persuade Tom for a walk after lunch, wandering the storefronts close to the riverfront. He slows to look up at the name of a now familiar jewelry store, and pushes the door open, feeling heat brush his cheeks in anticipation.

“Oh, do we want a prezzie?” Tom says, following through the door with a pair of mocking tuts . “I can’t remember you earning one.”

Greg wanders slow down the length of the sparkling display, but doesn’t pause, bypassing watches and bracelets and chains, until he glances upon the rings. He stares down at them, studying in a way he hasn’t taken the time to before, shying away and especially recently, but he’s feeling better about it. He stands hovering, shaking his head when a salesperson threatens to come over, otherwise still until Tom wanders over at his shoulder with a curious noise that cuts off into a few beats of noticeable silence.

Tom clears his throat with a harsh cough, then hums a bit too high. “Gregory, are we hinting?”

Greg shrugs with a quick glance to the side, down at Tom, then back away before he can burst into a really untimely, nervous laugh. He scratches under an eye with his thumb, then down around under his mouth with turns of his fingers. “…Asking, I – I would interpret.”

“Oh, would you?” Tom says, voice tightening up cartoonish, bodily swaying in a swagger another spare centimeter closer, and altogether seeming like he’s going to make a scene… but, hopefully, in a good way. “This isn’t because you just saw them,” he asks, tilting his head with a careful, narrowed eye, “Is it?”

“I, uh – I soft pitched it?” Greg says, rolling his shoulders forward with an ease that he doesn’t feel, nor is particularly confident he actually pretends well. “A few nights ago. And you… You said… whatever I wanted. So now this is, um – the hard pitch.”

“Oh, I… I said…” Tom shakes his head, barking out a loud, pitching laugh, then covering his mouth with a closed fist and a marked wheeze. “That does sound like me.” He stands that way for seconds, and a quick glance sideways reveals that he is very visibly thinking, staring down hard at the rings. “…Was this mid-coital?”

“Post?” Greg admits, as he realizes he doesn’t feel particularly worried anymore that Tom might get nasty, or irked, about it. He’s more concerned about how Tom is really in some way vibrating in place, but everything that he could reach is pretty well behind a barrier.

He doesn’t take into account himself, though, and startles with a hard swallow when Tom abruptly reaches out and fists his lapels. He spreads his hands out, somewhat, as Tom then attempts to bury his face in Greg’s shirtcollar while at the same time he shakes him, breathing hard, but measured, though there’s also a weak sort of hysterical laughter behind it. It prompts Greg to reach up and slowly cradle the back of Tom’s head with a palm, setting his own temple against the top of it. It’s one of the rare times he can think of that Tom actually seems somewhat small.

A flush quickly fills Greg’s face though, when a kiss lands soft and fluttery at his throat.

“You’re such a devious fuck,” Tom enthuses, muffled, with another uneven laugh into Greg’s throat. He leans back, just as quickly grabbing Greg’s face, as he had his jacket, and smacks a rarer public kiss across his mouth, then offers upward a bright grin. “And you want to marry me?”

“Yeah,” Greg says, turning his nose to the inside of the leftmost of Tom’s palms. “A lot.”

Tom stares for a beat longer, thumbs rubbing softly in tandem at Greg’s cheeks. “Alright,” he says, letting go, even wincing like it pains him. “Alright. What kind of ring do you want?”

“Um, you know, it really should be for –”

“Oh, as if, you big crow,” Tom interrupts, reaching out and dismissively swiping, then slipping his hand under Greg’s jacket and settling it heavy across his lower back. “We both know we’re here to adorn you in precious stones. Do you want me to pick it, then?”

“Yes, actually,” Greg says, tucking his elbows in while pressing close. “Please.”