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shuadotcom · 3 years

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Only For You | JJK

❁ Summary: Jungkook works hard to make sure your birthday is perfect.

❁ Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader

❁ Genre: Fluff, established relationship

❁ Rating: PG

❁ Warnings: A couple of curse words

❁ Words: 2.3k

❁ A/N: Thank you to my love @lilbeanin for being my favorite beta 🥰 This lil birthday fluff (loosely inspired by “Happy Birthday by B.A.P.) is dedicated to a lovely friend of mine for her birthday-happy birthday!! I hope you enjoy it 😊❤️

Alarm clocks are evil, wicked things. This is all you can think as you reach your arm out from under the blankets covering your body and blindly grope for the noisy device.

"Where the hell is it?!" You curse into your pillow. You stretch your arm out further, feeling the edge of the nightstand. After knocking your knuckle harshly against the corner of it and cursing again, you’re about to accept the fact that you’d have to leave the warmth of your cocoon, but luckily a presence reaches over your body, and the clock is soon silenced. You let out a sigh of relief and turn over to snuggle into the solid warmth next to you.

Sleep is about to overcome you once more until you feel the blankets get tugged from your body. You hiss at the chilly air and bright light before burying your face into the body you’re still clutching. A chuckle sounds from above you, and the next thing you know, you’re pushed over onto your back, wrists pinned above your head. When you open your eyes, the familiar pair of brown eyes you know and love are staring straight back at you.

"Happy birthday, babe." Jungkook smiles down at you before closing the gap between you with a gentle kiss. He trails his lips to your cheek, your jawline, and your neck, lightly biting and nipping at the skin along the way. He pulls away and turns over on his back, bringing you with him and making you rest against his bare chest.

“Thank you, but did you set the alarm for the asscrack of dawn? I don't have to work or class today, so why the hell am I up so early?!" You exclaim, lightly pinching his arm.

"Ow! First of all, it’s seven which isn’t even that early! Secondly, I can’t believe that this is the affection I get. I, oh so kindly, get my beautiful girlfriend up to start her birthday bright and early and then shower her with my perfect lips only to get yelled at and assaulted in return!?" There’s a teasing tone in his voice, but you can tell that there’s some sincerity behind his words.

“Oh, come on! It’s my birthday and I have no obligations. Therefore, I should spend it as I see fit. Sleep is how I see fit.” You sink lower under the blankets and feel Jungkook get up from the bed. A few seconds later, the covers are being lifted, exposing your bare legs to the chilly air of the bedroom.

"Why!? Just let me sleep!" You fight to roll back over, but Jungkook is having none of it.

"Absolutely not! Get your adorable, lazy ass up and in the shower now!" Jungkook grabs hold of your ankles and pulls you towards the end of the bed. "If you don’t get up, you don’t get a super special birthday breakfast or super special birthday sex later."

With a dramatic sigh, your eyes open, although Jungkook can’t tell whether it was the mention of food or sex that did it. "Fine!" You give him a skeptical look before slowly dragging yourself into the bathroom.

Smiling in victory, Jungkook practically skips to the kitchen to begin the breakfast that Seokjin had sent him instructions on how to prepare.

Half an hour later, the two of you were sitting at your small kitchen table, stuffing your faces with the food Jungkook made.

"Jungkook, why didn't I know that you could cook this well?” You narrow your eyes in suspicion, looking over the spread again.

He waves his hand, dismissing your doubt. "It's a hidden talent of mine, but we’ll talk about that later. For now, I need to go over the schedule for the day." He ignores the look you’re giving him from across the table and pulls out his phone.

"Now, after we eat, I’m going to shower and you are going to talk to your family back home on video chat. Then, we’re going out and spending the day together. First, we can see any movie that you want. Then, we can go to my favorite spa for massages, facials, the whole thing. After that, we can have a nice lunch wherever you want and then I want to take you shopping even if you don't want me to. When we’re done shopping, we can come home and have a nice movie night or something." Jungkook puts his phone down and sends you a smile.

"Jungkook, did you seriously plan out the entire day?" You ask incredulously. You hadn’t come up with a concrete plan yourself, but he had your head spinning a little with the full agenda.

"Y-yeah...should I not have?" Jungkook sounds almost disappointed at your reaction, a hesitant look on his face. While deep down, you would’ve much rather have just called your family on the phone and then proceeded to stay in bed all day in your pajamas, you can tell Jungkook planned the day with you in mind and wants you to be happy, so you keep that to yourself.

"No, it's totally fine. I'll just finish eating and then we can start the day." Your boyfriend flashes you a bright smile and just seeing his joy makes you excited for the day to come.

Six hours later, you were regretting your earlier excitement. You’re tired, thirsty, and your feet hurt like hell. You love Jungkook, which you can’t stress enough, but at the moment, you want to leave the man in the middle of the mall and go home alone.

Things had gone well at first. You talked to your family back home, getting your birthday wishes and telling them about what you were up to and what you and Jungkook's plans were for the day. You chatted for almost an hour before saying goodbye and Jungkook wasted no time dragging you from the bed and out of the front door, barely giving you enough time to get your purse and shoes.

He drove to the movie theater that isn’t too far from your shared apartment and immediately started telling you about each movie that was out. You were, admittedly, impressed he had gone so far as to look up all of the current movies.

You ended up picking out a romance movie that the both of you would enjoy, and you spent the whole movie cuddling together in the back row with Jungkook pressing the occasional kiss to your neck or cheek.

From there, he whisked you away to his favorite spa, and true to his word, you enjoyed the whole spa experience. After the best hot stone massage and seaweed wrap of your life, you decided on your favorite barbecue place where you stuffed your face with meat while Jungkook spent the meal talking about how perfect he hopes today has been for you..

The day didn't take a turn for the worst until it came to the shopping portion of the day. Jungkook had proceeded to drag you around the mall, pointing out various outfits and shoes that he said would look nice on you, and the next thing you knew, he was swiping his credit card and grabbing bag after bag. Sure, you liked what he was buying for you, but you wished he'd stop. You didn't like when he splurged his money on you so much, which you have talked about in the past.

At some point, the spree went from him spending way too much money on you to him loading up on things for himself. He went from oohing and aahing over things for you to doing the same for things for himself. He soon had too many bags and had you carry bag after bag filled with purchases for himself.

Almost three hours of all of this, and you went from being happy that Jungkook wanted to make you happy to being annoyed at his behavior.

"Hey," he says, approaching your slumped form leaning against the wall next to the store he had just exited. "Why are you standing out here like that? Is something wrong?"

"Other than the fact that I’ve become your shopping lackey, I think I'm just dandy," you grumble, motioning to the crowd of bags sitting at your feet.

Jungkook seems taken back by the bitterness in your voice. "I'm sorry. I just got a little caught up is all."

You feel a little bad at his mood drop, but are still annoyed, so you let out a huff in response. Jungkook sighs and leans against the wall next to you, taking your hand in his.

"I'm sorry, okay? Starting right now, we can go back to doing whatever you want."

"It can be anything?" Your ears perk up at the promise.

"Anything at all."

You bite your lip, momentarily contemplating the possibilities in your head. "Can we just...go home?"

Jungkook places a kiss on your hand and gives you a sweet smile. "Anything for you, birthday girl," he coos before leaning down to slide as many bags as he can on his arms.

You pick up what he can’t as you head to the car. Once everything is loaded, you catch Jungkook intensely typing something on his phone.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

He jumps in his set but shakes his head. “Yep. All good.” His smile is suspicious, but you let the conversation drop there while he fiddles with the music and begins driving.

It doesn’t take long before you notice he’s taking the long way home. When you question him, he answers that he just wants more time outside with you. You should know something is amiss from that response and the way he takes his time parking when you finally get back to your apartment building. Jungkook takes his time gathering his belongings before dragging himself out of the car and slowly grabbing the shopping bags.

You’re close to snapping at him about dragging his ass when it takes way too long to get upstairs, but he picks up the pace when you reach your floor. You’re so busy trying to figure out what he’s up to that you don’t even notice the six additional pairs of shoes by your front door.

It’s not until you round the corner into the living room, and six voices shout at you do you piece everything together.

"Surprise!" The other men that make up BTS are in your living room, staring at you with broad smiles. Jungkook moves to stand in front of you and throws his arms out.

"Are you surprised?!"

"Wow, I am actually," you laugh. "Is this why you dragged me around the mall with you for so long?!" You question, punching him lightly in the shoulder.

Jungkook rubs his arm and pouts. "For the second time today, ow! But yes, this is mostly why. Some of it was also just me."

You give him a look but pull him towards you anyway, kissing him. You ignore Jungkook’s loud gag from behind him and let the kiss linger a little longer. When you pull away, both of you are slightly out of breath and smiling like idiots. “Thank you,” you whisper.

"If parties get me kisses like that, remind me to throw you surprise parties more often," Jungkook mutters back, placing a kiss on your nose and stepping out of your embrace. "Now, you may all greet the birthday girl and shower her with love." He announces to the members. At this, the other men make their way over to you, engulfing you in various hugs and surrounding you with happy birthday wishes.

A few hours later, when the party's over and the apartment is clear of the leftovers from dinner, empty plastic cups, and a spill by the couch courtesy of Hoseok, you’re even more exhausted than you were earlier, but you’re also extremely happy. Feeling how loved you are not only by Jungkook but by his best friends too, who had slowly become your friends, fills your heart with so much warmth.

When you mention this to Jungkook while you lay in bed later, he breaks into that huge, infectious smile that makes his eyes disappear and has you returning the expression.

"I’m so glad to hear that, babe. I was really worried that you wouldn't like anything I did today."

"Jungkook, I'd love anything you had planned today. Even if I got a little annoyed, I don’t care."

"What if I wanted to bungee jump from the Great Wall?"

"Hmm, that's not that tall. I could just close my eyes."

"What if I wanted to adopt a dozen puppies and name them all after me?"

"I happen to love puppies.”

"What if I want to pin you down and give you real birthday love for the rest of the night?" The teasing tone is gone from his voice, now replaced with something more serious.

You make eye contact with him and watch his tongue dart out to swipe across his plump lips. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

This is all the incentive Jungkook needs to roll over so that he’s hovering over your body. His lips and hands are on you in an instant, wasting no time in taking your pajamas off.

In the middle of yanking your sleep shorts down your legs, Jungkook stops and sits up to gently cup your face in his hand. "Oh, I forgot to tell you something all day."

"Hmm?" You huff, slight impatience in your voice.

"I love you." He kisses your forehead lightly before returning to the task at hand.

You bite your lip to keep the impending smile at bay. Jungkook's tenderness reminds you once again how much you genuinely love him. It’s then that you decide once and for all that everything you did earlier in the day, anything you did with him in the past, and anything you’d do with him in the future, was and will be all completely worth it.

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hunterwritings · 2 years

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get to know me!

this is a lil thing I originally wanted to do for 900 followers but now it's also apart of my 1k special! I am doing more for my 1k special, don't worry guys! This is just a small thing I wanted to do for fun :)

so send me a number through my ask box here, and I'll respond!

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cxsmicmyeon · 4 years

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SURPRISE! , kms

kim minseok x fem! reader

IN WHICH minseok wants to spend his 31st birthday at home with his wife and cat but you have other plans that may or may not involve a surprise birthday party. (based on the second prompt from this post by @creativepromptsforwriting)

genre: married/domestic & non-idol au! fluff, humor word count: 3.0k warnings: swearing, light sexual references/jokes, implied sexual content (it gets a tad spicy at times but nothing explicit), chaos, minseok’s butt being The Bomb Dot Com™ (sorry not sorry)

author’s note: happy birthday to my ray of sunshine, kim minseok! i love you so so much darling, i hope your day is filled with so much happiness and celebration. hope this lil piece can help y’all celebrate min’s 31st with me <3 it’s not the 26th yet where i live lmao but it is in korea so yeah! once again have a happy happy birthday minseok, i love you endlessly and forever. <33 MOODBOARD MADE BY ME. I DON’T OWN THE IMAGES, I ONLY OWN MY EDITING. feedback and notes are greatly appreciated <3

One day.

One day until Minseok’s birthday, and you were scrambling from bakery to bakery to try and get the perfect cake for him. There were flaws in every place you’ve been: too expensive, the designs were not creative enough, blah blah blah. You wanted his day to be as perfect as possible, and what would be the point of that if the cake was nothing but?

Everything else was all ready. You invited all of yours and his closest friends to your house the night of Minseok’s birthday for a surprise party. You planned on keeping Minseok out of the house for the entire day as your friends decorated the house.

He didn’t want a party. He made that abundantly clear to you as soon as March began. He incessantly told you that all he wanted was a day off from teaching so he could spend the whole day with you and your cat. All he wanted was a nice and relaxing day with his wife. You understood, obviously. But you also wanted to go all out and throw a surprise birthday bash for your husband celebrating his thirty-first year on Earth. Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae’s incessant whining and begging for an excuse to have a party only aided in your need to have a party.

You ended up settling with a simple Carvel ice cream cake from the frozen section of the grocery store. You made a mental note to ask Yixing to write out “Happy Birthday Minseok” the next day as you left the store.

You came home to your husband holding a feather toy over your cat, Tan’s head. She pawed at the red feather, always at the cusp of grabbing it before Minseok moved the line away from her. He cooed at the animal, making soft kissing sounds as he continued to play with her.

Realizing that he may see the cake, you tucked the grocery bag under your shirt in an attempt to hide it from him, shivering at the cold contact the frozen treat made with your skin. The rustling of the plastic bag caused Minseok to look up at you. He gave you a gummy smile as you walked past him and Tan.

“Well hello to you too, honey. What’s under your shirt?” Minseok asked playfully, wiggling his eyebrows as he made eye contact with your chest. You realized that hiding the bag did not do much to hide the cake, as the shape of the large box combined with the plastic grocery bag greatly protruded from the fabric of your shirt.

“Nothing, it’s for tomorrow. Don’t wanna ruin the surprise, hm?” you mused, blowing him an air kiss before retreating to your office. He "caught” your kiss with a smile before going back to playing with Tan.

You entered your office and placed the plastic bag onto your desk. You ran to lock the door before opening the bag and taking the cake out, sighing in relief that the cake did not get ruined. You bent down to your mini-fridge and opened the small door of the freezer compartment and placed the cake inside, glad that it could fit inside. After locking the fridge, you exited your office and made your way downstairs to spend time with your loving husband.

You awoke the next day curled up in Minseok’s arms. You cuddled closer to him before jolting upwards in realization. Today was finally the day! You bent down and began showering your sleeping husband with excited kisses, trailing a hand down his bicep. He let out a sleepy groan as he stirred, wrapping his strong arms around your figure.

“Aah, what’s gotten into you baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

“Happy birthday, Min!” you beamed, pecking him on the lips. He grinned tiredly as he kissed you on the lips.

“Mmmh, thank you honey.” You grinned as you kissed him again. This kiss lasted longer than the previous ones and slowly yet surely grew more heated. You moved yourself so you were straddling him, not breaking the kiss. He hummed against your lips as you slid your hand underneath his shirt, fingertips grazing his toned stomach. He groaned as his hands made their way down to your ass, squeezing harshly. You bit back a moan as you slowly slid his shirt up his chest, breaking the kiss to ogle at his abs.

“Babe... don’t we need to get ready?” Minseok groaned as you pulled the shirt over his head. You latched your lips onto his neck and softly bit down, eliciting a raspy moan from your husband.

“Shh, let me give you your first gift.” you purred, moving your hands toward the waistband of his boxers.

The mall was packed to the brim with people from all different walks of life. Gossiping teenagers, sleep-deprived parents following their energetic kids around, old couples window shopping, you name it. You walked through the giant Macy’s and into the main hub of the mall hand in hand with Minseok.

Since you started dating, it has been a tradition for you to buy each other’s gifts the day of your respected birthdays. You’d usually scour Amazon or websites of your favorite brands all day and end up splurging half your monthly paychecks on each other. But on occasion, today included, you’d take your shopping day to the local mall as a means to get out of your apartment and actually go out for once.

After an... eventful... morning, you rushed to get dressed and usher your husband out of the house, since the boys were coming over at 11, and it was 10:55 by the time you got into the car and sped away toward the mall.

You pointed out a newly opened jewelry store and pulled Minseok inside with you. You looked at him lovingly as he browsed the display of a multitude of different rings. He’d softly mutter to himself as he picked up ring after ring: trying to see what would look best next to his wedding band, what the right price was, if the store even provided the correct size. You loved how organized he was.

Your silent admiring was interrupted by the familiar chime of your phone, indicating you got a text message. You let out a sigh as soon as you saw who the message was from.

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

jun-bug: (y/n) we have a problem (y/n): oh god what happened yee-xing: baekhyun dropped the cake (y/n): he did what bacon: cant u read (y/n) i dropped the fucking cake 11 minutes late: no need to be rude xoxo (y/n): yeah baek u don’t want me to leave my stunning husband inside the jewelry store, come home and mutilate you for dropping his cake and get arrested on his special day (: kyung-soup: oddly specific but i’m here for it jong-waeeee: off topic but the sign says “minseop” instead of “minseok” (y/n): jun, yixing and kyungsoo you better get this settled or else i’m gonna kill all of you nini bear: yes ma’am ofc ma’am we will do this correct chain-yeol: yeah i don’t wanna die today

“Everything okay?”

You quickly locked your phone and threw it inside your purse before making eye contact with Minseok. You nodded a bit too quickly, panic washing over you like a giant wave from the ocean.

“Yeah, everything’s dandy.” you sputtered. Oh, why did this have to happen right now? You silently prayed that everything was going to go well. It had to.

“You sure?”

“Positive. Did you choose something?” Minseok nodded as he handed you a box with a simple black titanium ring. You nodded in approval as he led you to the register.

Your next stop was at Express. You were dying to pick out some new work clothes for him to try on. You assured him (and yourself) that he needed these new pants and this was totally not an excuse for you to check him out.

“Okay, I’ve got three pairs of pants that I think would look absolutely amazing on you and I want you to go try ‘em on.” you said, handing Minseok three hangers. Each hanger had a pair of slacks in different colors hanging from them. He took them from you, shooting you a smirk before walking inside the fitting room stall.

Your eyes widened as Minseok opened the door of the stall. The pants fit absolutely perfectly. The way the fabric hugged his perfect thighs, the color complimenting his white undershirt (which you imagined to be one of his famous white button-downs), it left you practically swooning.

“What do you think?”

You let out a hum in approval before motioning for him to turn around. “Lemme see the goods, hun.” He rolled his eyes before turning around. Your eyes landed on his butt, making you swoon for real. You covered your mouth to hide your obvious enjoyment of the sight before you. And it didn’t help when he gave his butt a mini shake. Still, you couldn’t help but squeal softly.

“You sure today’s not your birthday?” Minseok teased. You tutted as you stood from your spot and walked up to him, giving his butt a light pinch before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“With you, every day’s my birthday.” you answered, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Ugh, I think you ate too much of that egg and cheese for breakfast today.”

“You know you love me.”

“That I do, darling.” Minseok mused before closing the distance between you two. You tangled your hands in his silky black hair as you savored the heavenly taste of his lips. You felt his hands grab your ass as you deepened the kiss, tugging at his hair in response.

As you kissed, you heard your phone chime the same chime that indicated a text from the boys. You decided to ignore it and continue making out with your husband until the phone went off four more times. You scoffed as you broke the kiss, fishing inside of your purse to grab it.

“Is everything okay, hun?” Minseok asked.

“Yeah, fine. Just crap from, uh, ‘work,’” you lied, unlocking the phone. “Go try on the other pants.” Minseok nodded before walking back to the stall. Once the door was closed and locked, you looked down at your messages, worry washing over you once again. What the hell happened now?

operation minseok’s 31st🥳

yee-xing: oh christ yee-xing: (y/n) (y/n) (y/n) jun-bug: you gotta help us yee-xing: please kyung-soup: i am going to kill park chanyeol like my life depends on it (y/n): what the everloving shit happened this time chain-yeol: um i sneezed all over the cake kyung-soup: the custom one u got on wednesday btw (y/n): you. sneezed. on. the. CAKE????? chain-yeol: IM SORRY chain-yeol: I WAS TRYING TO STOP BAEKHYUN FROM KNOCKING IT OVER AND I SAVED IT BUT THEN I SNEEZED nini bear: ur so gross chain-yeol: you too (y/n): i spent 100 dollars on that cake and you fucking sneeze on it?? (y/n): jfc i’m here busy admiring my husband’s sweet sweet ass and u guys are telling me the cake’s ruined? i will murder u all i swear jong-waeeee: ew i don’t wanna hear about minseok’s ass (y/n): shut the fuck up sign ruiner jong-waeeee: I GOT A NEW ONE THOUGH jong-waeeee: YOU’RE SO MEAN bacon: WAIT bacon: (Y/N) WE’LL PAY FOR ANOTHER ONE (y/n): baekhyun you sweet summer child (y/n): I HAD TO PRE-ORDER THAT CAKE 2 WEEKS IN ADVANCE YOU WALNUT bacon: oh bacon: my bad 11 minutes late: W8 W8 I GOT U 11 minutes late: WE CAN STILL EAT IT 11 minutes late: I’LL SPRAY SOME LYSOL ON IT jun-bug: SEHUN DON’T YOU DARE (y/n): sehun honey that just contaminates it even more (y/n): but thank you for trying 11 minutes late: xoxo i try my best yee-xing: how ‘bout we just buy more carvel cakes to match the one you got yesterday up to 100 dollars so it maxes out (y/n): yeah alright fine (y/n): thanks xing ur a life saver (y/n): but don’t throw away the ruined cake i wanna show min what he could have missed out on if CHANYEOL DIDN’T FUCKING SNEEZE ON IT (y/n): WHO SNEEZES ON A CAKE nini bear: only chanyeol (y/n): yep, only chanyeol chain-yeol: y’all are mean. kyung-soup: what u get for sneezing on the cake

You locked your phone, letting out an exasperated sigh. You swore if anything else happened today, you were going to march all the way back home and kill those men. You massaged your temples with your fingers as a means to alleviate your stress. All you wanted was for everything to be perfect for the party; Minseok deserved nothing less than that.

The door of the stall opened, revealing Minseok wearing nothing but the new pair of navy slacks and a devilishly handsome smirk. His smile faded when he saw you with your hands over your face, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself down from your stress. He quickly pulled his undershirt on and rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you comfortingly. With a sigh, you buried your face in his chest, your stress starting to wash away as he began stroking your hair.

You stayed like that for about ten minutes. You eventually calmed down, silently reassuring yourself that everything was going to be fine. You were glad that Minseok did not try to ask you anything since you were afraid you were going to let slip what was waiting for him when you arrive home later in the day.

You let out a small sniffle as you pressed a small kiss on your husband’s exposed shoulder. “I’m so sorry I brought down your mood, Min. The p- ‘w-work,’ is just annoying right now. It’s your birthday, it’s supposed to be a good day.” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Shh, don’t you worry your little head about it,” Minseok assured, kissing your forehead. He tilted your head up and pressed his lips against yours. “All I want is for my baby to be happy today.” You gave him a weak smile and wrapped your arms around his waist, feeling so lucky to have him in your life.

“C’mon, let’s go to the food court. All this stress made me hungry.” you joked, standing from your spot.

“Good idea,” Minseok gave you another kiss before walking back into the changing stall to change back into his regular clothes. “Oh, by the way, buy the pants.” You pumped a fist into the air as you took the hanging articles of clothing into your hands.

You were lucky (and frankly surprised) that nothing else had managed to go wrong today. You were suspicious that you hadn’t gotten any panic-stricken texts from Yixing or Junmyeon, but you couldn’t complain about that. Just to be sure though, you quickly texted Kyungsoo to give you a final update on the state of your house. You sighed in relief when he responded with pictures of your living room, kitchen and backyard decorated just how you envisioned it to be. You sent Kyungsoo a text back thanking him and everyone else profusely for their help.

The clock struck 5, indicating that it was time for you and Minseok to go home. The two of you exited the mall, arms filled with different shopping bags from all the stores you went to during the day. After putting your bags into the backseat of your car, you opened the passenger side of the car and slid in.

“Hm, I was thinking of ordering from that ramen place we tried last week. It was really good, don’t you remember?” Minseok suggested, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

“How ‘bout we wait ‘till we get home to... eat.” you responded, a shit-eating grin almost making its way onto your face.

Minseok hummed softly. “I just wanna spend the rest of the night with you and Tan at home, I hope no one’s planning a surprise party for me,” You tensed slightly at his words, looking out the window to avoid his gaze.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that, hun.” You lied. He shrugged, intertwining his fingers with yours.

When Minseok pulled into your driveway, you shot a quick text to the boys, telling them that you were home. You exited the car quickly, grabbing most of the shopping bags and taking Minseok by the arm, dragging him to the front door.

“Whoa, what’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as you struggled to get your keys out of your purse. Once you got them out and put the house key into the lock, you turned to Minseok and pressed your lips onto his.

“Happy birthday, Min. I love you so much. And I’m so sorry.” you unlocked the front door and pushed it open. You saw Minseok’s eyes widen at the sight of your home. It was filled to the brim with decorations and all of your closest friends holding gifts, balloons and tons of different ice cream cakes.

“SURPRISE!” everyone exclaimed. Minseok’s jaw dropped as he fully took in everything that was happening. He looked over to you with a sly smile, to which you responded with a small shrug.

“I had to, come on.” You giggled, kissing him on the cheek.

“It’s okay, hun. Let’s just enjoy ourselves.” Minseok cupped your face into his hands and pressed his lips onto yours.

“Gross, get a room!” you heard Baekhyun scream. You pulled away from Minseok to flip the younger off.

“Oh! I need to show you the cake I initially got for you but was unfortunately ruined because Chanyeol sneezed on it. Jun, is it in the fridge?” you pulled Minseok in the direction of the kitchen as Junmyeon confirmed the location of the cake.

“He... huh?”

“It was an accident!” Chanyeol whined. You laughed softly to yourself at his childish reaction.

Tonight was gonna be fun.

#xiumin x reader #xiumin x you #minseok x reader #minseok x you #xiumin fluff #minseok fluff #exo fluff #exo #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo imagine #exo imagines #exo fanfiction #exo au #exo au scenarios #happy birthday xiumin #happy birthday minseok

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mypimpademia · 4 years

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Bakugo and Todoroki w a black s/o that they spoil

Bakugo x black!F!reader x Todoroki

TW: Swearing

Note: College AU

Bakugo

He treats you like the queen you are (as he and everyone should, youre a queen)

At first, you tell him not to, but he does it anyways

Takes you shopping every weekend

If you see something that you like but its too big on you, he'll offer to tailor it for you (ik damn well this boy can sew and do everything clothing related)

You say no, and then it magically ends up in your closet in the perfect aize

He makes you custom clothes too

You dont even know how he knows your measurements, but you dont even question it

For your birthday, you told him you didn't want anything

But what did he do?

Everything

This dude dragged your ass into a fucking Louis Vuitton store

Gucci

Prada

You name it, he took you there

If you like gettin your hair done, takes you to the best hair stylists and you have some of the best god damn braids a black person could wish for

If you try and buy him something or try to buy yourself something, he'll start hiding your cards

"Katsuki, did you take my fucking card again?!"

He lovess the way you look in gold/silver (honestly, pick which ever is your preference, I personally like the way i look in silver more)

So if you like jewelry, you have so many necklaces and bracelets

If you dont like jewelry, you at least have a couple

Yall were out on a date once and people kept staring and the waiter was flirting with you

He took the food to go and you guys left so he could get you a chain with his name on it

"Dont ever take that off unless you're about to fight, and its real so you can wear it in the shower."

100% takes pictures of you in whatever outfit he bought you that day and posts it with a zoom in on the necklace

Where is he getting this money???

Who the fuck knows

Todoroki

Not as rough about it as Bakugo

But definitely splurges on you

Prefers using his money over yours to buy things

90% of the time, he manages to coax you into not paying

Because how can you say no to him??

You caught him trying to buy you a Birkin once

The thought of owning one was nice

But you've never intervened so fast in your life😭

Even his sad face couldn't make you change your mind

It ended up on your dresser the week after

"SHOTO TODOROKI, WHAT THE HELL HAVE I TOLD YO ASS ABOUT BUYIN ME THINGS THAT ARE WORTH SEVERAL THOUSAND DOLLARS?"

"I mean, shittt, I don't know."

Plays dumb when you confront him about it

Jealous hoes at school thought you were lying about dating him so you told him but you were totally cool about it

He didn't say much

But next thing you know, hes rounding up his Shoto groupies just to come up to you and give you a diamond plated necklace with his name on it

All his fangirls were screaming and crying in fucking despair

Everyone wants to be you too bad

Mina sees it and she's just like

"DAMN BITCH TODOROKI REALLY ICED YOU UP-"

Uraraka: "youre wearing my rent around your neck-"

He took so many pictures of you in that necklace

Especially at Golden hour

If you didn't read my last headcanon, he loves seeing you at Golden hour because it makes your skin glow

Youre already his goddess

But at golden hour??

Shoto the s i m p

Once you had to take it off because it got stuck in your hair somehow

You left it off for 4 seconds afterwards and Todoroki started staring at you like the pic above-

You put that shit right back on😭

He gave you a lil kiss on the forehead then smiled at you after you put it back on

Sadist little shit-

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syrenblubs · 4 years

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Celebrating Your Birthday With Natsuya Kirishima

a/n: this is a birthday gift for @makeusfreefromthisfandom so happy birthday rose! hope u have a wonderful day 💞💞 aLSO GL ON UR FINALS HEHFHFHE

if any of my other moots want birthday hcs, feel free to PM me!

he's that person who forgets his own birthday but no one else's

while he is a rather spontaneous person, he would try to plan out how to spend ur birthday days in advance

he really did ask nao for cooking tips because he can't cook for shit teehee

first thing in the morning, you wake up to a tray of food ready on the table

you see natsuya frantically trying to clean up the kitchen after creating a huge mess while cooking eggs and toast

please he's so clumsy but i love it wtf

ofc u kissed his cheek as a thank you, and then u helped him clean up even though he told u he'd be able to do it himself no u won't idiot

once he ate his own breakfast because he'd clearly forget to do that no im joking chile he'd ask u if u wanted to go anywhere

if u said no, he'd make u sit down on the couch and have a whole movie marathon

to add some spice, he'll sprinkle in some mini gaming seshs

ofc he's yelling while getting rekt in smash

he's pouting and u love it

u thought he forgot to bring a birthday cake until u smell smth burning

"oH SHIT THE CAKE"

"you-"

yeah it wasn't fun pulling that fire out

thankfully nothing was damaged other than ur trust with him in the kitchen

but u helped him make a new one so it was all good

bonding through baking >>>>>>

-oh to get frosting on ur nose and have natsuya "wipe" it off ifykyk

IM DONE WITH MY LIFE BRING ME A NATSUYA KIRISHIMA RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW

he lit up the candles on ur cake without nearly burning down the house for the THIRD time

the rest of the day was spent continuing the movie marathon and cooking food together cuddles too can't forget those

now if u did want to go out, he'd take u on a whole ass trip overseas

not kidding deadass he'd go "pack ur bags. we leave in 2 hours"

knowing him, u already knew how this was going to go, but u didn't think he'd do this for u rn

both of u packed up quickly and got on ur plane

he really did book a trip to Bali

he took u to the best restaurants and sightseeing places, just ur cliche romantic date pls i need help

im sorry but the pictures yall took?? bomb af 🔥🔥

he posted it on his priv snap story after

ikuya being a lil jelly teehee

anyways, he really did splurge on u for ur bday, but u weren't complaining

#free! x reader #free dive to the future #free!#free! iwatobi swim club #free! imagines #natsuya x reader #free! headcannons #natsuya kirshima #natsuya kirishima #rose💥💜

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inkofamethyst · 3 years

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March 3, 2022

Okay so I’ve been really stressed recently so I don’t think I was in the proper mindset to actually, and I mean truly write about the performance experience. My first one in three years. First of all, when getting ready for bed after concert #2, I found dried blood in my nose and I’m 86% sure it was from the intensity of just absolutely going all out during our second to last song (not hard enough however, as I did (barely) have enough vocal stamina to sing through our last song), just full on screaming (with semi-proper vocal technique, of course) every “ahhh” and all the fake latin syllables. And I can’t not mention my cello-friend whose small ensemble piece was selected for the main concert. It was a medley from one of my favorite game OSTs of all time, and it.. it just... the second night (and the first night too, but the second one especially) it was so so so fluid and beautiful and listening to it felt so smooth... listening to it felt so much like breathing that it took my breath away at some points I wanted to cry I was completely enraptured it gave me chills. And the soloists. Such clear voices, and oh so moving. And the intrumentsssss!!! The flutes, my bretheren, of course, did fantastic. Brass? Amazing. Strings? Killed it (they were movin an’ groovin (in straight time though, because they can’t really handle swung eighths, as we’ve learned)). The clarinet soloists? Wowza. Them other winds? Yes. AND THE PIANISTS??? AGH incredible! Percussion??! Whew. And choir, of course, adding that lil splash of somethin’ extra.

The weirdest thing was like, after the concerts I had to go straight back to my apartment to get homework done or study and like,,,, as much as I tried to deny myself of it, I was totally feelin a performance high, but I needed to calm down. So I was just forcing deep breaths to try to re-regulate myself again so I could go to sleep. But I was full on vibrating. And how do you just go take an exam (physics, it was rough) and a bone practical (anth, it was fine) the very next day after you sing yourself into a nosebleed??

I have so much altering to do over Spring Break. And even then, I’m travelling for half of it so I won’t be able to sew stuff (if I want to finish that brown circle skirt (the wool/rayon one), I may have to do most of it (cutting, sewing (it’s a simple make that I’ve done twice before, so it really shouldn’t take long, but I want it to look nice so I’m going to take my time)) this weekend at home and just set it up to hang until break and hem it then). And like, yeah, I’m looking forward to gaining the experience and confidence with alterations because that’s going to be such a useful skill as a petite person, but I also wanted to make stuff on my own. Anyway. A few weeks ago I was complaining about not being able to find brown trousers and I found some that ideally will fit my waist but are two inches too long. While I still do intend to make the circle skirt, I’m hoping that the trousers will become a welcome addition after I fix them up.

Today I’m thankful for raspberries. Can you believe I just had my first raspberry ever just last weekend? I love them lil red things! They’re amazing! They’re a splurge when it comes to price, that’s for sure, but sometimes it’s worth paying a little bit extra for something nice, just for yourself.

I’m also thankful (bonus thank!!) that I have no homework over this weekend!! It’s been so long since that was the case. And like, there are things I need to do (revisions, conference prep, my hair (might convince my mom to braid it for me as a belated birthday gift)), but nothing that needs to be turned in Sunday night. So I can just go to sleep right after rehearsal. Possibly two days in a row(!!).

I think I’m going to bring my embroidery stuff to school with me so I can practice (and also so that my hands can fiddle around and make things and aren’t so tempted to do crimes). I saw this black-embroidery-on-black-fabric waistcoat on pinterest and lowkey I wanna try that. Gotta get better at embroidery first.

Last thing: So I watched The Green Knight tonight and like,,, okay. I’m sure if you’re really into Arthurian legend and you’ve read the source material, this might indeed be a great film. And like, it certainly was pretty; there were some lovely shots of the landscape and forest (and we know how how I love me a landscape and forest). I think the actors did a pretty good job. I just didn’t care for it? Idk I think movies peaked with PG-13, first of all, and I was just confused most of the time, probably because I had literally no context for what I was watching. What was up with that fox?? I know following foxes in Skyrim leads you to secrets?? And I think I understand the ending representing the main character’s growth or whatever,,,,, but from the very start when he 1. took up a challenge that he had no obligation to do and 2. decided, of all possible wounds he could have inflicted, knowing he would receive the same in a year, chop of the magic dude’s head I already knew I wasn’t rooting for that man. Like I ain’t want him to die or nothin, but in my opinion he had it comin for bein a fool like that. It was probably the palpable testosterone in the air from bein round all them knights or something that made him feel like a beheading was a better alternative to just nicking the magic dude’s finger.

Actual last thing: I gave my PIs a draft of my poster and they were like “this is a great draft!!!” and not three hours later gave me a completely redesigned version of it. And I don’t want to send the impression that I’m in any way upset/angry/annoyed/salty because truly I am not I just think it’s really funny. I mean it certainly needed all of the edits they suggested and we’re going to talk about it tomorrow and everything it’s just funny how I’m clearly so new to all of this.

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thompsborn · 4 years

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“you’re the grizzled old mechanic i’m kinda scared of who’s been keeping my car running and you found out i’m living in my car and oh shit you offered me the couch at your place? and you made me breakfast? how do i even pay you back, can i work for you?” au

happy fathers day, here’s some irondad with his lil mechanic son becoming a lil family (and, because i wanted to, some parksborner, too)

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“So, what happened this time?”

Harley puffs out a breath, arms crossed over his chest and shoulders bunching up to his ears in a half assed kind of shrug. “Honestly? Not sure. I checked under the hood last night and couldn’t see any issues, but I must have been tired or somethin’ ‘cause she barely made it here in one piece. Thank Christ you’re on call or I’d be totally fucked right now.”

Tony hums, leaning forward with slightly furrowed brows and squinted eyes, taking in the engine slowly and precisely to spot anything wrong. “Don’t need an oil change, right?”

Instinctively, Harley rolls his eyes—despite what Tony seems to think, he’s more than capable of fixing up his car and changing the oil himself. It’s more a money issue than a knowledge issue, and Tony, for whatever reason, never charges Harley when he brings his banged up Mustang to his shop after closing hours. So, it’s easier, really, on his wallet and on his physical health to just bring her in and have Tony fix her up. He doesn’t bring any of this up, though, because Tony... Tony is a quiet sort of man, doesn’t like the small talk or the chitter chatter. He’s brooding in the way only a man in his fifties can be, shoulders hunched with the weight of a long life, bags under his eyes and a healthy bit of salt and pepper to his hair. Harley tried making a sarcastic comment his second time he came in and Tony didn’t respond in the slightest, leaving them in an uncomfortable silence until Harley was good to go.

He’d rather have the stupid questions that he always responds with the same answers to than the silence from before.

“No oil change needed,” Harley replies. “Just changed it last week. That’s not the problem.”

Tony quirks a brow and looks at Harley over his shoulder, something unsure and almost condescending on his features. “Just checking,” he says. “Lots of people come here thinking their car is at ends meet, just to be in complete awe when I change their oil and it runs without a hitch.”

“I’m not gonna be one of those people,” Harley tells him. “I know enough to know that.”

“And yet you’re here, asking for my help with your shitmobile, nearly once a week.”

Harley shrugs again and looks away.

“Alright,” Tony murmurs, hands in the air in some sign of surrender. “I’ll take a look and fix her up in time for curfew, kid. No worries.”

Without thinking, Harley says, “I don’t have a curfew,” and only panics for a second before casually adding, “College,” after it in explanation. A false explanation, but—still.

Tony seems unbothered, turning back to look at the engine. “Fine. Then she’ll be ready in time for you to go home and get a full night’s rest before your classes tomorrow. Sound good?”

There are no classes, and there is no full night of rest—Harley will find a vacant lot in the shadow of a building where his car will blend in, and he will sleep in the backseat long enough to be able to function through a shift at work with only a minor crick in his back to deal with.

It’s routine, at this point—park, sleep, work. On a good day, make enough to splurge on a hot meal. Usually, just cheap, greasy fast food.

“Sure,” Harley says anyway. “Sounds good.”

Looking back on it, Harley’s not entirely sure how this happened.

Like—he knows how, he lived it, each and every agonizing moment of it, but, sometimes, when he reminisces on the timeline of events, it doesn’t really feel real. It doesn’t feel like something he really experienced.

It is, though. First, with his dad, leaving in broad daylight and never coming back. Harley, seven years old and—and so sad, wondering why daddy left, wondering if daddy ever loved him. Mama pet his hair when he cried and promised him that they didn’t need David Keener to be happy, but there was a lot less happiness in that house when he left. Darcy Keener started to look heavier and heavier with each passing day, until it seemed as though she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. As much as Harley tried to get his little sister to smile, Emilee, far too smart for someone so young, would only start to cry with anguish. She missed their father. Harley did, too.

Then, for a few years, slowly lifting themselves up, building a new foundation without David’s help, until it was stable enough for the three of them, until they weren’t really—happy, no, but—content, maybe. Something close to it.

Until Emilee got sick.

Harley got his first job to try and pay the hospital bills and buy the medicine she needed when they inevitably couldn’t afford to keep her in the hospital anymore. He got his second job while still working his first, dropped out of high school because his mother was too stressed to even notice when he stopped going, managed to start fixing up neighbor’s cars and broken lamps and mowing lawns during the little free time he had just to get that little bit of extra cash. He got the right foods that the doctors said Emilee’s body was capable of processing, he added his money to his mother’s stash set aside to buy her meds, he sat with her every night until she fell asleep before climbing out of his window to work the night shift at his second job. He did everything he possibly could.

He was seventeen when Emilee passed away in her sleep. Peaceful, the doctor’s assured them—she felt no pain, and now she’ll be able to rest. In Heaven, they assured, where she could be happy again.

Harley stopped believing in Heaven the day his dad abandoned them. He didn’t say that, though—just hugged his mother and let her sob into his shoulder.

Darcy lost herself, a little bit at first, and then entirely. She slept in and would be late for her shifts, drank more coffee than was healthy and then made it worse by adding liquor to it at seven in the morning. She looked at Harley with glazed over eyes and never seemed to hear the way he cried at night. One day, she didn’t come home from work, and Harley waited up for her all night, the panic slowly rising in his throat until it felt like he was choking on it, thinking that she might never come back. Thinking that Darcy and David might start to go hand in hand—but she did come home, dead on her feet and looking bruised. She went straight to her room and never responded when Harley asked where she went.

On his eighteenth birthday, Darcy didn’t remember. He bought himself some cupcakes and he sat on the floor of Emilee’s room and he drank the liquor he stole from his mother’s cabinet until he felt numb to it all. Slept like that, curled up atop the carpet, bottle curled up against his chest and arms hugging himself.

She drove to work one day, a little too far away from sober. They said her eyes were probably struggling to focus and her head might have been spinning and she didn’t realize the light was red until it was too late to stop.

He left the night that she died.

New York, of all places—and he still isn’t sure why he chose to run to the city, hours and hours away. The distance, maybe, to separate himself from his past and allow his chest to expand easier. Breathing, sometimes, feels like a task, or a chore. Too much work, but still he does it. Doesn’t have a choice, really.

The drive from Rose Hill to New York was made in his mother’s car, somehow not totaled despite the accident. There were stains that he didn’t want to look at, didn’t want to think about. The first thing he did was trade his piece of shit car for someone else’s piece of shit car just to get rid of the memories, just to free himself from the knowledge that he was driving the thing his mother died in.

That’s what he drives now, the crappy Oldsmobile that he traded with someone on Craigslist. It’s old, run down, in need of a lot of love, but he can’t afford a new car, so he does his best to take care of her. Names her Em, doesn’t think of why.

It’s her and him against the world, though. They have to make it out alive.

Someone slash’s his tires while he’s sleeping.

He doesn’t notice it when he first wakes up, just sits up, tries his best to stretch his limbs in the limited space, and reaches for his shitty pre-paid phone that he only bought so that his work can get in contact with him. There’s no missed calls, no unopened texts, and he’s not scheduled for today.

Climbing out of his car to properly shake out his sleep heavy limbs, he looks around the alley that he parked his car in last night—was too tired to drive to the lot he usually parks in at night. That’s his mistake, really, because the lot is vacant and hidden in the shadows and no one ever bothers him there. Alleyways, though, are often visited by other homeless people and the people who make drug deals in the dead of night and, occasionally, random, harmless kids just going on a walk, apparently used to and unafraid of the danger.

There’s no telling who slashes his tires or why the hell they did it, but it’s the first time he’s had to call Tony’s shop during working hours, in need of a tow truck, four new tires, and—well. Harley could do with a hug.

He won’t ask for that, though. It’s been a few years since he had one, anyway.

It takes five words for Harley to almost have a panic attack.

“This is pretty pricey, kid,” Tony tells him, arms crossed over his chest as he frowns at the Oldsmobile with furrowed brows. Harley thinks the air is immediately sucked out of his lungs because—well, of course it’s pricey. Of course he shouldn’t have assumed that Tony wouldn’t make him pay just because he’s let Harley get light work done for free before. Of course.

“Yeah,” Harley says, feelings a bit—breathless? He fumbles for his wallet, sinks his teeth into his lower lip so hard that he thinks he tastes copper. There’s a small stack of bills that he pulls out with unsteady fingers. “I, uh—I have—how much is it? I can—I mean, I can try to—or just, just leave, or—or—”

Tony holds out his hands, no longer looking at the car and instead trying to hold Harley’s gaze with his brows raised. “Calm down, kid. It’s fine.”

Harley shakes his head. “No, I—I can’t afford it, so I’ll just—“

“I’m not making you pay,” Tony interrupts, looking confused. “I haven’t made you pay yet, why would I start now? College discount, kid. Most college students can’t afford this shit, and you clearly need to have a working car. You’re fine.”

“But—”

Before Harley can try to argue this, the door leading from the office of the shop is pushed open and a—a teenager?—comes walking out, looking down at his phone with a frown. “Uh, Mr. Stark? I know I was supposed to be helping you out today, but Dr. Banner just texted me saying he was looking at my project and knocked something over and now the lab is—“ the guy squints at his phone, looks bewildered, “—engulfed in blue flames. His words. I think I gotta—“

Tony laughs—laughs, something that Harley hasn’t heard in the months he’s been coming to this shop—and waves his hand. “Go ahead, Pete.”

The guy—Pete—looks up with a sheepish smile, falters when he sees Harley, and only looks conflicted for a few seconds before he spins around and goes back into the office, emerging a few quick moments later with a bag slung over his shoulder and a pep in his step. “See you later, Mr. Stark!” he calls, before making his way out of the shop without looking back.

“He seems...” Harley trails off, effectively distracted from the clawing panic that had been climbing up his throat before. “Happy?”

“Yeah, usually is,” Tony says, sounding fond, lighter than Harley’s ever heard before. “He works with my husband, but he goes to ESU, which is closer to here than to the lab. Doesn’t have a car or anything, so he usually just hangs out here and gives me a hand after his classes until I can give him a ride. But, sometimes, shit happens and he has to take the subway instead.” He turns back to the car, already on the jack and raised up enough to deal with the tires, no longer seems inclined to talk about price or anything as he gets to work on the front driver’s side tire. Instead, he asks, “What school do you go to?”

Harley falters. “Uh, what?”

Tony glances over at him, quirking a brow. “School, kid. Which one?”

“Right. I, uh—“ Harley stops, tries to wrack his brain for a quick, easy answer. After a moment that’s definitely too long, he replies with, “NYU.”

Tony frowns at him. “Really?”

Harley looks away, clears his throat. “Yeah. NYU.”

“Alright,” Tony murmurs, turning back to the tire. “Let’s say I believe you. I don’t, ‘cause that was the most obvious lying I’ve ever seen, but let’s say I do. What do you study? What classes are you taking right now?”

“Why do you care?” Harley fires back, a harsh bite in his tone.

Tony huffs a laugh. “You’re a kid, that’s why. Lying can’t mean anything good.”

“I’m nineteen,” Harley tells him. “Legally, an adult.”

“Still a teenager,” Tony says. “You gonna try to answer the questions, or are you gonna tell me the truth?”

Harley clenches his jaw, grinds his teeth. “It’s not your business.”

Tony falters, hands pressed against the tire that he’s already gotten off. Eventually, he turns around. “Alright,” he says. “Not my business. That’s fine. How about we talk cost instead, hm? Tires aren’t cheap, kiddo.”

And that panic from before comes crawling back, sneaking its way up Harley’s spine as he tightens his fingers around the bills still clutched in his hand. He holds it out and pretends he isn’t visibly shaking. “This is all I have.”

“I’m not taking your money,” Tony tells him.

Harley thinks there are tears burning the backs of his eyes. “Then why the fuck did you bring up cost? Just, take it, and I’ll—I’ll head out, and—“

“I have a feeling,” Tony cuts in, “that, whatever it is you’re lying about, it’s not safe. I have a feeling that you’re not safe. Am I right to assume that?”

Harley blinks at him, wide and misty in the eyes.

Tony hums. “I’ll take that as a yes. Come on, let’s sit down and chat.”

There are walls that you build up—a foundation of bricks placed at seven years old when you’re abandoned by a father you thought loved you. Walls that become higher, more reinforced, as years upon years of shit goes by. Harley has a fortress built around him, to keep people out, to keep himself in.

It takes thirty seven minutes for Tony to carefully pick at those walls until they crumble, and it leaves Harley sobbing in a way that he hasn’t let himself do since Emilee died, heaving for breaths that ache and burn his lungs and make his head spin, tears pooling in his eyes and streaming down his face in rivers. Tony looks heartbroken as Harley chokes it all out, tells him everything, admits that he’s been sleeping in his car for over a year now and has nobody left.

Pulls him into a hug, a soft and warm kind that Harley would never assume the brooding mechanic was capable of, and tells him, “It’s gonna be fine, kid,” and brushes callused fingers through Harley’s hair like his mama used to do. When he’s done and exhausted, Tony offers him a place to stay for the night, and Harley is too emotionally drained to refuse, allows himself to be guided to Tony’s car and given a ride to a house that’s only five minutes from the shop.

Dr. Banner—Bruce, apparently—doesn’t seem all that surprised when he gets home, just smiles kindly at Harley and puts on a movie while Tony makes something to eat. When Harley, with his knees curled to his chest and a blanket draped over his shoulders, hoarsely asks why they’re being so nice to him, Bruce softly tells him, “Tony and I had pretty rough childhoods, too. When we see kids that need support, or a home, or even just a hot meal, we do what we can to help. Did it for Peter, and now he’s top of his class at ESU and on track to graduate early. Helped out Harry, too, and that kid is gonna change the world.”

Harley is still confused.

“Sometimes,” Bruce goes on, “all you need is someone to tell you that you’re gonna make it to the other side. That’s what we try to do.”

He eats—more than he’s had to eat in a long, long time. Sleeps on the couch because he refuses to take their guest room, and he has breakfast with them, too. When he goes to leave, though, Tony frowns. “Where are you gonna go?”

“Back to my car, I guess,” Harley says, shrugging.

“That isn’t safe,” Tony says.

Harley shrugs again. “I don’t really have a choice.”

Bruce looks at Tony, at Harley, and tells him, “We have the space. If you need somewhere to stay until you can get your own place, you can stay here.”

He says no. Of course he says no, but when he starts to leave again, he remembers that his car is still in the shop, remembers that his phone is dead and he was supposed to work today and his boss told him that if he was late again then he would be fired. Remembers that he got a hug for the first time in years last night and it made him feel safe in a way he can’t ever remember feeling before, and he turns on his heel with his jaw clenched and his head held high, makes his way back to the kitchen and says, “I have one condition.”

On Harley’s second day working at the shop with Tony, the door opens and two guys walks in, in the middle of a conversation that seems energetic and lively. One of them, Harley recognizes at Peter, the guy from before. The other, he doesn’t know. They both stop when they see him, exchange quick glances before making their way over. “Hi,” Peter says.

Harley has motor oil up to his elbows and smeared on his cheek and he doesn’t think he looks very presentable for meeting someone new, but he was raised to be polite. “Hi,” he replies, using a rag to try and wipe the oil from his skin.

“I’m Peter. This—” he gestures to the other guy, “—is Harry. You’re Harley, right?” At Harley’s slow blink, Peter assures, “Dr. Banner mentioned you yesterday, and I remember seeing you, last week, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Harley says. “I’m Harley. Harley Keener.”

Peter grins, and Harry shifts a bit awkwardly from foot to foot but still manages a friendly sort of smile. “Cool,” Peter says. “Do you need any help?”

Harley looks down at the engine he’s been fixing up, knows that he doesn’t need help, no, but probably wouldn’t mind the company since Tony had to take a call and ran off to run an errand right after. “Not really,” he says. “But, you can... sit down, or something, I guess? I’m almost done with this, anyway.”

Harry cocks his head slightly, looks at the engine for a moment and then at Harley again, before looking at Peter with a slightly bigger smile. “We can sit,” Harry says, taking Peter by the wrist and leading him over to the nearest bench.

Turning back to the engine, Harley tries not to notice the weird sort of silence that’s hovering over them. He’s not good at conversation starters, really, and he feels oddly nervous, like he wants to impress them. Can’t really place why.

“So,” Peter starts, breaking the little bought of nothing. “Where’re you from?”

It’s a simple question. It’s a loaded answer.

Harley stops and considers it for a moment.

“Tennessee,” he eventually responds. “But... I think I like it better here.”

When he looks, there’s somewhat knowing smiles pulling on both Peter’s and Harry’s lips, like they can see through his answer, read it for what it really is. He doesn’t mind, he realizes. His walls were already broken through, and he doesn’t want to go back to hiding himself behind the rubble that remains. Rather, he wants to use that rubble and build himself a bridge.

Maybe, that way, he can make it to the other side.

#my writing #harley keener #tony stark #irondad #bruce banner #peter parker #harry osborn #science bros #parksborner #but it's pre slash #might write a part two if i get inspiration

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et-lesailes · 4 years

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why do people keep asking you personal questions about chris??? you don’t ?? know him personally??? it just baffles me that you get these somewhat invasive questions. did your project go well?? the blanket looks super comfy but i rarely like buy things for me that are over $50. maybe i’ll get it next month since it’s gonna be my birthday then and i could probably splurge a lil-🌸

I KNOW HAHA i'm like damn guess i'm tight w chris now? ok no like some questions i do understand because i have seen a lot of interviews and i am literally in graduate school to psychoanalyze and read people based on certain observations so like, i can MAYBE infer some personality questions. and i say infer, not know for sure. but bruh i can't tell u what he's into appearance wise or how many shirts are in his closet or the exact square footage of his kitchen counter 😂

haven't started it yet because i had more shit to do today....... so just gonna stay up super late and do it now 🙃 yassss splurge for your bday! i don't like spending too much either. with the blanket i paid in installments hahaha

#🌸 anon #answered

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aquarius-johnny · 6 years

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Hi ! My birthday is on monday and I'm turning 24 (like John John) and I was wondering if you could write a small fluffy scenario for me where reader/me celebrates birthday with our John? Lots of love 💕

Happiest birthday, love! Sorry this is a bit late. It’s still Monday here in Hawaii, if that counts! Hope you enjoy this fluffy + a lil suggestive at the end scenario.

The sun’s ray beamed through your window as it welcomed another day. Squinting your eyes and slowly pushing yourself up from your bed, you hear your bedroom door carefully open. Johnny peaked his head through the door and gave you a warm smile.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He greets, holding a breakfast tray in his hands, walking towards you and setting the tray in front of you. “I made your favorite.”

Smiling up at him, you scrunch your nose a little. “Thank you, John,” you say, giving him a quick peck on the tip of his nose before digging into your breakfast.

“You’re welcome, now eat up! You need a lot of energy for today because I have a lot in store for you. I’ll get your bath started and then we’ll be on our way.”

You nod obediently, not wanting to ruin any of Johnny’s plans for your special day. Everything went as planned; according to Johnny. He allowed you to splurge on whatever you desired on a shopping spree which you kindly decline at first, but knowing how charming Johnny is, he had convinced you to allow him to pay for a simple shirt at first, then a dress, and now you found yourself walking out of a jewelry store with pieces that could add up to paying a year’s worth of rent for your old apartment.

“Johnny, are you sure about this?” You asked as he grabbed your shopping bags with one hand and held your hands with the other.

“Don’t worry about it, seriously.” He smiles, pulling you into his side.

“Well, okay. How about we head home and I’ll make some lunch for us?” Wrapping your arms around his waist, you hear him hesitant at your request.

“I sort of made lunch and dinner reservations for us. I meant it when I said you’re not doing anything today.”

“But-”

“No arguments, just let me spoil you okay?”

“Alright,” you huff in defeat. “Thank you,” you shyly smile at him and he pulls you in closer.

Time flies by and before you knew it, the darkness is illuminated by the city lights and you finally return home only to have dinner prepared for you on your balcony.

“Where the hell did you have time to do this?” You laughed, shocked at the sight of a small round dinner table with hot food and a single flower in the middle and lights wrapped around the railing of the balcony.

“Okay, I had a little help with this.” Pulling out his phone, he quickly sends a text to someone, receiving a text before he set it down. “My friends say happy birthday,” he grins in your direction, leading you to your seat.

“Thank you for this, Johnny. I had a really great time with you,” you gush, already taking a bite into your favorite dish.

Taking a sip of his water, he nods his head. “I’m glad, took me a hell of a lot of planning, but it’s worth it seeing that smile on your face.”

You didn’t notice it but you were smiling like a maniac and Johnny enjoyed it, especially knowing you had a good time because of him.

After dinner, the night was nearing the early morning. Cuddled up next to Johnny in your shared bed, you remember your entire day. Smiling, you let out a satisfied sigh.

“This is by far the best birthday I ever had,” you share with Johnny who strokes your hair as your head rests on his bare chest.

“Well, you know it isn’t over just yet, right?”

You look at him confused, then your eyes divert to the clock hanging on the wall. A cheeky smirk is plastered across his face and you already know what he’s talking about.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, well…” your fingers walk up his chest up to the base of his neck. “I’ve been hoping we could end my birthday with that.”

“Hm, you really didn’t think I would forget about that?”

“I hope not,” you giggled which causes Johnny to flip you onto your stomach and hovered behind you. Turning your head slightly, you feel Johnny’s hardened length press against your behind. “Oh,” you let out surprised.

“Does it feel like I forgot?” He whispers in your ear, causing shivers down your spine. You could practically feel the smug grin on his face. “After this, I promise it’ll be the best birthday you have.”

#nct johnny #johnny seo #nct 127 johnny #nct 127 #nct johnny seo #nct #ask #blurbs:fluff #nct:johnny #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #j*

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therunningphysicist · 5 years

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A few lil life updates:

Still can’t believe that I am Dr. Rice now! I submitted my monthly research progress report on Thursday and WOW it gave me such joy to submit it as “Dr. Amy Rice”

Life has been super busy the last few days since my defense! My mom stayed in town through Sunday so we did a lot of adventuring around the city while she was here.

We went to the Garfield Conservatory on Friday and it was beautiful. I can’t believe I’ve lived here for almost 10 years and have never been until now. So lush and green and the flower room was A++

Finished out the week at 28 miles, happy to have an easier week so I could focus on spending time with my family. Mom and I took the bus to the lake front trail on Saturday; she had a nice long walk while I did a short-ish long run, and then we ubered back home.

It snowed SO MUCH yesterday, which sucked. Manny’s mom was celebrating her birthday so we took CTA all the way out there (bus + train + train) in the snow. We had a really great time with his family though! And splurged on an uber home.

We took a family photo (Manny, Izumi, Miyuki, and I) earlier in the week, and had it printed and framed to give his mom for her birthday. She loved it, and thought it was hilarious that we included her “grandbabies” in the photo.

Manny and I got approved for our top pick apartment. I’m flying out tomorrow to view it and if everything looks good we will sign the lease then!

It is only 0.25 miles from the Rock Creek trail (!!!) so hopefully there will be lots of running adventures there in the future.

#personal #my family #my face #selfie #Izumi #Miyuki #family

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can-youmoveyourseatup · 6 years

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“I think I just kissed you?”

A/n - omg hey hi hello !! im so so sorry I haven't posted in the longest of times but this is me trying to find my groove again! so ta da! some tooth rotting fluff coming right up!! also sorry to @unyielding-as-the-sea who has been waiting a very long time for this imagine (I'm sorry I'm the worst) but better late then never pls send me requests, feedback all that stuff and enjoy!!

((sorry in advance about how cliche but sjsjsjjs I was feeling the fluff))

request: Hey I saw you're taking Marvel requests? If it's not too much trouble, could you please write something Bucky/Reader where the reader really isn't a morning person? Thank you :)

((I’m so sorry I deviated a lil’ from the prompt but hopefully its okay!))

warnings: a lil bit of swearing? but other than that just some tooth rotting fluff!!

word count: 6.7k (yeET)

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You shrieked when your sheets were ripped from your tight grasp, the cold air enticing a shiver to travel down your spine. You blinked sleepily, blindly patting the bed only to groan loudly when your fingers met the mattress. Another grumble slipped past your lips when the curtains were torn apart, the morning sun streaming into your once dark oasis. Your mood was already turning sour and the day had yet to begin.

Leaning up on your elbows, you glared at Steve standing by the foot of your bed, his hands on his hips disapproval etched into his expression. It was a look you had grown accustomed to, having been on the receiving end more times than you would care to admit. You glowered at each other for a few moments, Steve shifting to cross his arms against his chest, his eyebrows raised expectedly. You took this as your cue to drag yourself out of bed and prepare yourself for whatever torture he had in mind. Steve’s frown grew deeper and when you shook your head defiantly.

You sighed, breaking the eye contact, coming to terms with the inevitable. “I hate you so much right now.” Your voice croaked uncomfortably, several octaves lower than your normal tone. Steve didn’t so much as flinch, at the insult, a ghost of a smile threatening to take over his features.

“That sounds more like a ‘you’ problem, not a ‘me’ problem.” Steve deadpanned, his lips curling into a smirk when you pouted in his direction. “Now get out bed. We have a meeting.” You let out another whine, before burying your face in the pillow beside you.

You detested mornings. There were very few things that could pull you out of your slumber willingly and team meetings were definitely not one of them. Listening to one of Steve’s very obviously pre-rehearsed speeches was not something that enthralled you to begin with, but add a Monday morning into the equation and it became your worst nightmare.

“Nah, I’m good Cap but thanks for the offer.” You couldn’t suppress the smirk you were sporting when your heard Steve groan, his exasperation evident. Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was throwing his hands up like the dramatic Star-Spangled-Captain he is.

“Y/N! Get up! Meeting room in five minutes!” You watched with your face pressed into your pillow as Steve stalked out of your bedroom, all hope for sleep evaporating instantaneously. Huffing, a miserable pout settled on your lips as you glowered at the ceiling and cursed Steve for his stupid antics. Your eyes wandered to the door, weighing up the pros and cons of curling up back under your sheets.

“Five minutes, Y/N!” You sighed delicately as Steve’s order rang down the corridor, no doubt aware of the plan you were devising. The team knew you all too well.

You didn’t even try to hide the scowl that had settled on your lips as you entered the meeting room, ignoring the looks of amusement your team shot in your direction. They didn’t expect anything less of you - still in your pyjamas, you hair a tangled mess with two different socks on either foot.

“Nice jammies Y/N.” You swatted the back of Sam’s head, rolling your eyes when he continued to laugh. You scanned the room for an available seat, not oblivious to the fact that you were the last team member to enter the room.

“Y/N! Here, hun, I saved you a seat!” You turned to smile gratefully in Natasha’s direction only to freeze in your spot when you realised who else you would be seated next to. Quickly you recovered, glaring at her harshly to which she only smirked. You tried to stay calm when you made eye contact with Bucky, but your heart wouldn’t stop thudding uncomfortably in your chest when he smiled warmly at you. He was wearing the blue t-shirt that brought out his eyes, the one that you loved.

“You’re welcome.” Natasha whispered in your ear, giving you a wink when you glared at her in response. A few weeks ago when you splurged on one too many cocktails at Tony’s birthday party, your tongue became a little too loose, and you babbled on to Nat about how big of a crush you had Bucky Barnes. She sat beside you at the bar listening to you ramble on and on about how attractive you thought Bucky was and how his jawline could slice your finger just by looking at it. You moaned about how his eyes made you weak and how that blue t-shirt that was a little more or the snug side drove you mad. Since then, Natasha had not hesitated in trying to admit your feelings every chance she got. She knew how smitten you were, always shooting you not-so-subtle glances every time he would walk in the room or flash you a smile that made you feel all tingly inside.

You internally groaned when you clumsily plonked yourself in your chair. You didn’t fail to notice the very little space that sat between you and Bucky. His broad form not helping the situation as his elbows and legs unintentionally took up most of your space. You turned to Natasha again.

“Do you think you could m-”

“Nope.” You mouth dropped open in disbelief, blinking in her direction. You were about to retort and preferably wipe that stupid little smug smirk off her face but Steve clearing his throat cut you off. You resorted to the iciest glare you had ever given another individual - she knew what she was doing and she was loving every second of it, unfazed by how utterly flustered you were.

It wasn't as though you didn't talk to Bucky, because you did. The two of you shared inside jokes and you lived for the banter between Bucky, Sam and yourself. But too often, you found yourself getting a little to caught up in the way he smiled widely, and when he would catch you staring, you would shift from one foot to the other awkwardly before blubbering nonsense about an errand you had to run.

“Right.” You broke eye contact with Natasha and turned to face Steve who was looking at everyone expectantly, before delving into a long speech about the mission in two days. You tried to pay attention, you really did, but the moment he started to talk “strategy” he lost you. You feigned interest, nodding enthusiastically whenever you accidentally made eye contact, making sure he didn't catch you staring distractedly out the window behind him.

It didn't help that Bucky kept fidgeting beside you. It was like your senses were on hyper alert. You couldn't help but notice every time he would sigh delicately and bring his bottom lip between his teeth, turn to fiddle with the loose strand on his shirt humming quietly under his breath or shift his chair slightly trying to get comfortable. You tried not to jump every time his thigh would bump against your knee from its persistent swaying, but every time it did your could feel yourself growing hot. You tried to pretend it didn't affect you when his hand brushed against your bare thigh when he checked the time on his phone.

“Sorry, doll.” Bucky whispered, smiling lightly before pocketing the device. You shook your head dismissively, despite the way your felt inside, cursing yourself for still being in your pyjama shorts.

“s fine, Buck.” You smiled in return, pretending to refocus your attention on Steve, fighting the blush that threatened to crawl up your cheeks. You were trying to remain nonchalant but how could you? He was making it real damn hard.

So when his thigh hit your knee again moments later, you didn’t freeze but when he kept it there, his foot dangerously close to your own, your heart pounded furiously in your chest. It didn’t help at all when he leant forward, elbow on the arm rest, so close to you that you could smell his cologne. You were delirious? Or did you just hear him chuckle lowly, not loud enough for anyone but you to hear.

Oh my gosh, Y/N pull it together woman!!

Trying to calm yourself and maintain your nonchalant facade, you rested your head and your arms on the table, breathing out a shaky breath. To your utmost surprise, you felt Bucky follow your lead behind you, leaning on the table. He was close before but now, he was all you could think about as his breath tickled your neck, his intoxicating scent invading your sense. You watched Steve in a daze as he turned to gesture to something behind him.

“Have you ever noticed how small Steve’s ass is? Like, the serum made everything double in size except for his ass.”

When Bucky whispered in your ear, you all but choked on your own saliva, a mixture of a cough and a burst of laughter escaping you. You flailed your hands in front of your face helplessly, coughing repeatedly as Bucky patted you on the back, rolling his lips in his mouth to stop himself from laughing at your expense. With watery eyes you snuck a glance at Bucky, your cheeks glowing when you found him grinning sheepishly at you, the corner of his eyes crinkled and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

“Carry on,” you spluttered out, when Steve paused, eyeing you incredulously as though you had grown two heads. You couldn’t blame him; you couldn’t very well have a coughing attack from literally nothing. “I’m all good. I’m breathing, see?” You huffed out an exaggerated breath, rambling slightly, Bucky’s grin throwing you off guard.

“As I was saying,” you ignored the obvious annoyance that laced Steve’s words at the interruption and stared at the board.

“I hate you.” You bitterly mumbled, refusing to acknowledge Bucky chuckling behind you.

“No, you don't.” He whispered back and you could practically hear the grin in his voice. You tried your best not to melt right then and there when you felt his leg still pressed against your own, his foot now nudging yours softly. But he was right; you really couldn't hate him.

It had been two days since the meeting room incident and Bucky has been driving you fucking crazy. When the meeting ended you did not hesitate to dart up from your seat and stumble to the kitchen, stammering nonsense about cravings. You didn’t miss the way Natasha laughed loudly and the way Bucky’s eyes curiously followed your retreating figure.

‘Maybe he was in a good mood?’ you thought to yourself, trying to brush off his actions. But his touchy-feely behaviour did not cease and it was driving you mad. It seemed every time he walked into a room now you would blush furiously refusing to make eye contact, already anticipating the little touches and caresses that made you tingle all over.

A hand on the small of your back whenever he walked past you, mumbling a “’scuse me, doll” every damn time. You weren't sure if you had just noticed, but he never called you by your first name opting for a pet name - doll, sweetheart, darling. The casual drawl of his voice would cause the blood to rush to your face at the very thought. A hand squeezing your hip when you were facing the countertop, back to the door way as he reached up to grab a bowel despite the clean stack beside you from the dishwasher. You could feel his lingering glances at training, making you stumble one too many times and almost embarrassingly drop a weight on your foot. Offering to dry the dishes when it as your turn to wash, standing closer than need be, his hip bumping against yours whenever he cracked a joke.

He was driving you to the brink of insanity, your head spinning at the very thought. So here you were, lounging on the couch not at all focusing on the re-runs of Friends playing on TV. Natasha and Tony had insisted that Steve and Wanda catch up on the series but your mind was elsewhere. You couldn't stop overthinking the way Bucky had squeezed your hip jokingly during training in response to your sharp tongue.

“Scoot over.” The voice in your ear made you jolt in your seat, not fully registering what Bucky said as he walked around the sofa, looking at your legs expectantly. You shifted slightly, tucking your feet underneath you, shocked at seeing Bucky look so casual. I mean sure, you both lived together and he had seen you at worst morning state, but this was different. He just looked so much more comfortable than you had ever seen him. The black t-shirt plastered against his chest exposed his arm completely, the pair of red flannelette pyjamas hanging loosely of his legs as his sock clad feet padded against the floor, his hair tied back into bun at the nape of his neck.

You felt yourself grow warmer at your not-so-subtle staring and the way he pressed himself up against your side completely, despite there being plenty of room on the other side of him. He shot you a smile, the one where his eyes crinkled, small and gentle as though this was something the two of you had down thousands of times. You returned it, albeit slightly shaky before turning your attention to the television, pointedly ignoring the matching smirks Natasha and Wanda (who she no doubly had blabbed to) were shooting in your direction.

Your thoughts became incomprehensible when Bucky let out a groan, settling himself further into the couch, his arm winding around your shoulders and his feet stretching out to rest on the coffee table. You tried to not let your breathing become erratic as the weight of his arm inevitably brought you closer together, tucking you into his chest with your head against his shoulder.

“Are you cold?” He didn't even wait for you to reply before throwing the blanket that sat on the end of the couch over the two of you. He sighed lightly again, bringing you even closer to his chest, his hand soothingly rubbing your arm mistaking your goosebumps for the weather.

“Thanks, Buck.” You smiled gratefully despite your overactive heart pounding in your chest. You tucked your head onto Bucky’s shoulder before you had time to think about what you were doing.

“You okay, doll?” He whispered lowly after a little while, his fingers caressing your shoulder to get your attention. You nodded quickly, glancing up at him through your eyelashes to see his lips turned up into a lazy smile. “Good.” He said simply re-focused his attention to the screen.

But you couldn't pay attention, how could you when he was this close? You stared forward distracted, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth every time he let out a laugh or sniggered. Soon he began to thread his fingers softly through the ends of your hair and despite the way your heart thudded, you found yourself relaxing, subconsciously leaning further into his side. You suppressed a shudder every time his fingers gently scratched against your scalp, as he thread them through the length of your hair.

Soon enough, you could feel his fingers slowing down and his arm getting heavier around you. His head kept lolling back and then jotting forward as he tried to keep himself from falling asleep. He wasn't the only one; Tony and Steve had left about half an hour ago, bidding everyone goodnight and you could see Wanda struggling to keep her eyes open. It was when his head rested gently on top of yours that you gently tugged on his arm.

He jolted upright, blinking sleepily. “You’re falling asleep, Bucky.” You whispered, blushing when he raised his head and almost knocked into yours in the process. You smiled at his tired expression, subconsciously brushing the hair that had fallen from his hair tie away from his forehead.

“M sorry, did you say something darlin’?” Your heart hammered again, the term of endearment doing crazy things to you. You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes at his sheepish expression.

“I said: you’re falling asleep. Go to bed before you actually collapse on top of me.” He let out a small laugh, his arm slipping down to rest on your waist, sniffling a yawn.

“S’pose I should. But I’m so comfortable.” You didn't think it would be possible for him to get any cuter but it was as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck, oblivious to the surprised squeak you let out. You tried to pry him off you, partly because he was heavy and partly because you thought you might possibly implode from having him this close.

That proved to be unsuccessful because all he did was fall down to your lap, reaching for the other blanket behind you to drape over himself.

“By all means, make yourself at home.” You raised your hands in surprise, taken aback but just how touchy Bucky could be when he was sleepy.

“Thanks darlin’, I will.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning back on the couch, not realising it yourself when you fell asleep. When you woke in the morning from Sam’s shouting, you were tucked into your bed, not remembering the small forehead kiss Bucky gave you before he left to collapse in his own bed.

The morning of the mission came and your scowl was deeper than ever. “Why couldn't we do the mission in the afternoon? Why do we have to wake up so stupidly early.” You grumbled to yourself, flitting around the room to make sure your gear was intact and your small emergency backpack was filled with the essentials.

With a heavy sigh, you close your bedroom door behind you, making your way to the quinjet. You smiled tightly at everyone, nodding at Steve who bid you ‘good morning’. You rarely spoke before missions, especially missions that were this early in the morning. You were either a) trying to wake themselves up or b) too nervous to even attempt a conversation.

You sat in the furthest seat - once again the last team member to arrive, returning the smile Wanda shot you over her shoulder, seated in front of you.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You watched in surprise as Bucky slid into the sit beside you, smiling broadly despite the early morning hours. You rose an eyebrow at his all-too-chirpy behaviour, a confused smile settling on your lips. You couldn't remember a time when he wasn't sat up the front with Steve, flicking Sam’s ear when he wasn't paying attention.

“Is it a good morning though? Is it really? I wanna be in bed.” You grunted in response, your breath catching in your throat when Bucky grinned in your direction, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“I’m right there with ya, hun.” You laughed lightly, turning your attention to star absentmindedly out the window. You sat together comfortably, passing the time with small talk - you both needed the distraction.

“Is that Y/N? Is that actually Y/N having a conversation with someone before noon? I though I would never see the day. What did you say to her Barnes?” Sam quipped, laughing to himself from the front, a teasing grin settled upon his lips.

“Shut it bird brain.” You snapped back, keeping your eyes downcast feeling everyone looking at you. Your spirits were lifted when you heard Bucky suppressing a laugh beside you, his chest shaking slightly as a chuckle escaped him.

“Rude.” Sam deadpanned simply, rolling his eyes before turning back around. You took your chances and shot a fleeting glance in Bucky’s direction to find him grinning boyishly down at you. Without even realising you grinned back, growing warm at the look he was giving you. It was looks like these that you replayed in your mind all the time. He looked at you like you were the light of his life, his eyes clearer than ever with a genuine beam plastered upon his face. But you always inwardly scolded yourself, not wanting to build up your hopes for them to be knocked down. You turned your focus to the front aimlessly staring out the window as you fiddled with the buckle on your seat; un-doing it and re-doing it.

Something gently nudged your thigh, and you glanced down to find Bucky’s human hand palm facing up resting beside your leg. You bit your bottom lip and had to contain the squeal you so desperately wanted to let out. You had seen enough rom-coms and read enough romance book to know what that meant: he wanted you to hold his hand.

And so you did, placing your palm gently against Bucky’s warm one for him to intertwine your fingers together.

‘You were probably annoying him with the seatbelt.’ you thought to yourself, trying to make sense of it all.

You didn't dare look at him, trying to gauge his reaction from the corner of your eye. You heart thudded when you noticed the pink shade that dusted his cheeks, he too pointedly not making eye contact. You jumped slightly whens his thumb gently caressed the inside of your palm, a shudder unexpectedly running down your spine.

A comfortable silence lingered, neither of you feeling the need to fill it with conversation. Your mind was reeling, barely noticing when the quinjet began to land. Bucky’s hand gently squeezing your own brought you out of your daydream.

“C’mon darlin’, lets go kick some bad guy’s ass.” You snickered as he squeezed your hand one more time before letting it go, your palm hitting your thigh limply, already missing the warmth.

How did I end up here?

You thought to yourself, your mind reeling as you stared at the very small room and the very small single bed pressed against the wall of the makeshift bedroom. You blinked slowly, your grip on your bag tightening slightly as you refused to focus on anything else. You began to connect the dots, recalling Natasha’s voice in your ear over the intercom.

“Its too dangerous to come back to the quinjet right now. If you travel a little further down the path there’s a small hotel, I’ve booked you two a room. Stay there for the night and Steve and I will come and get you in the morning.” Before you could even let out a protestant squawk she had left the line, refusing to respond no matter how many times you screeched her name down the intercom.

“Do you want to shower first?” You were reminded of Bucky’s presence when he gently touched your bicep, nodding in the direction of what you assumed was the bathroom.

“Huh?” You blanched, blinking up at Bucky who was too close, close enough that you could see the small cut that was already healing over his eyebrow. Bucky smiled patiently, evidently not startled at all by the very small single bed you were both going to have to squeeze into.

“The shower; d’you want to use the shower first.” You could hear how tired he was, no doubt just as eager as you to go to sleep. He had been at the forefront of the fight with Steve, whilst you came in later, his bones no doubt aching from the mission. But here he was, being so damn thoughtful making you think the unthinkable again.

“No, Buck its fine, you go first. You need it.”

“Are you trying to tell me I smell, sweetheart?” You scoffed rolling your eyes.

“Yes,” You deadpanned, laughing at his look of mock offence. “now go have a shower, before you collapse on the floor.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Just don't use up all the hot water, please.”

“Yes ma’am.” Grabbing his bag off the floor where he had dropped it, he turned to the bathroom. “Thanks, love.” He smiled at you over his shoulder before closing the door behind him.

Despite the jokes and your calm demeanour you were still most definitely freaking out on the inside. You waited until you could hear the shower running before you reached into the bad and with shaky fingers, you made a call.

“Natasha Romanoff I am going to murder you when I get back.” You hissed down the line as soon as she answered, trying keep your voice as low as you could, mildly aware of Bucky humming lowly as he showered.

“A ‘thank-you’ will suffice Y/N.”

“A ‘thank-you’?” You almost yelled incredulously, all but collapsing on the bed. “Nat, theres one bed and I can barely sit next to him on movie nights without hyperventilating about how fucking good it feels when he has his arm around me! How in the hell am I gonna be able to sleep in the sam- holy shit. Nat my heart won’t stop fucking pounding! What the shit, oh my gosh. This is it; I’m gonna die.”

“You’re not going to die you lunatic, it’s called feelings.” She laughed teasingly causing you to narrow your eyes.

“Don’t sass me right now Romanoff, I’m about to hyperventilate! There’s only one bed. Holy shit!” You repeated angrily, swearing profusely at nothing in particular. A small part of you was jumping for joy to have an excuse to cuddle up again to your long-time crush but the other part of you was screaming.

“Y/N? Doll, are you okay?” Bucky’s voice came through the door, gentle, soft and welcoming. You didn't even register how loud your voice had gotten, he was obviously alarmed by your exclamation.

“Y-yes! I’m fine! Just uhh, can't get the television to work!” You cringed at your own words, cursing yourself inwardly. Who were you? Steve?

“What the hell Y/N?” Natasha giggled down the line uncontrollably, no doubt having the time of her life. You froze when the water stopped.

“Listen, you better tell Stark to get me another room or so help me-”

“Sorry, no can do! Gotta go! Love you, stay safe!” You gaped in surprise when you heard the dial tone. Before you had time to redial and yell at her some more, the bathroom door opened.

“All yours.” Bucky smiled, his hair still slightly damped pulled back into his regular bun, clad in a regular pair of training wear: sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“All my what?” You blurted, feeling yourself flush all over.

“The bathroom, darlin’,” Bucky laughed, not at all bothered by your complete lack of people skills right now. “I’m going to jump in bed, what side do you want?”

You froze again at how casual he sounded, evidently not at all bothered by the prospect of sharing a bed with you.

“The wall, please.” You squeaked, your grip around your phone tightening as you felt yourself flushing ever more.

“Sure thing.” He smiled again, tossing his bag by the foot of the bed. You nodded, standing in the middle of the room in a daze before abruptly turning and entering the bathroom.

You huffed out a breath as you stared at your reflection, wincing at your matted hair that stuck to your forehead, drenched in sweat. How did Bucky smile at you the way he did when you looked like that? You paused for a few moments more, trying to collet and make sense of your thoughts.

You were almost positive he didn't like you like that. You were absolutely sure you crush was completely one sided. But a small part of you was screaming that he reciprocated your feelings, the way he kept touching you so casually and looking at you like you were his and he was yours ignited a part within you that just wanted him closer. Groaning lowly you ran your hand over your face positive you weren't going to make it through the night without having a mental breakdown.

You showered slowly, even when the water went cold, you took your time attempting to delay the inevitable. You had no idea how the hell you were going to face him when you thoughts wouldn't stop. Begrudgingly, you turned off the water when you fingers began to wrinkle, drying yourself off. You froze when you opened your bag to find it empty. Gone were the clothes you had packed earlier.

You were so going to murder Natasha when you got home.

“Bucky?” You called out softly, gripping the towel around you as tightly as you could.

It didn't take him long to respond at all, “What’s the matter?” His voice was laced with sleep and you immediately felt guilty for more than likely waking him.

“I don't know how, I swear I packed clothes, but they're, erm, not in my bag,” Thanks to a certain red headed nuisance. “But my uniform is real gross right now. Do you mind going downstairs and asking where the-”

“Don't be silly darlin’, here, I've got a hoodie, it'll be long enough on you anyway,” He cut off your ramblings and before you could even protest, you heard him rummaging around the room then knocking softly on the door.

“My eyes are closed, sweetheart I promise.” You took in a breath trying to calm yourself. Slowly you opened the door, to find Bucky his hand outstretch gripping the jumper, his metal fingers over his eyes. You paused for a moment, rolling your lips into your mouth to suppress the giggle that was threatening to leave your lips.

“Are you laughing at me?” Bucky grinned, his bottom lip captured between his teeth.

“No! No -I. . . Thanks Buck.” You rambled, snatching the hoodie from his grip and closing the door hastily behind you. You could hear him chuckle to himself before returning to bed, the springs groaning loudly under his weight.

Quickly, you pulled the hoodie over your body, adoring the way it engulfed you entirely, the sleeves coming past your hands, the scent that has been driving you crazy surrounding you completely. With much hesitation, you pulled open the door avoiding Bucky’s lingering eyes which you could feel watching your every move.

“I got the TV to work!” Bucky smirked, wiggling the remote in your direction proudly. You flushed and looked down at your feet, remembering your outburst.

“Right. That’s uhh. . . that’s good Buck.” You pretended to yawn, wanting an excuse to fall asleep quickly and avoid causing any potential awkwardness.

“Tired?” Bucky questioned, watching as you threw your bag next to his. You nodded, smiling lopsidedly in his direction before awkwardly clambering to your side of the bed. You quickly crawled under the sheets, apologising when you accidentally kicked his leg.

“Goodnight, Buck.” You whispered, trying to settle into the uncomfortable bed without invading too much of Bucky’s space. But it was impossible, Bucky was so close to you and eerily calm about the whole thing, absentmindedly flicking through the channels on the television.

“G’night, love. Sweet dreams.” You closed your eyes thankful that the sleep your were praying for came quickly.

It was hot. It was way too hot to even think right now. You could literally feel the sweat dripping off your skin as you kept your eyes closed, your clothes sticking to you in the most uncomfortable way. What a lovely way to wake up, you thought to yourself, letting out a small groan as you felt yourself twitch, the deep sleep you were once in slipping away from you due to your current uncomfortable predicament. But nevertheless, you refused to move - there was no way you were going to get up early if you didn't have too especially given the way your bones were aching.

Taking a deep breath, you buried your head further into the pillow, the stiffness prompting your eyebrows to crinkle. You couldn’t help but notice the silence that seemed to engulf the air; something that you were never fortunate enough to experience in the compound. You panicked for a moment before everything came rushing back: the mission, Natasha and Bucky. You would never get that look he gave you out of your head. For a moment, you let yourself think again of the possibility that maybe he was just as nervous around you as you were around him, recalling the blush that was on his cheeks when you clambered awkwardly into bed, his hoodie resting above your knees.

Your thoughts quickly became muddled together when you became aware of the body that was curled up behind you. You felt your heart literally skip a beat, your eyes snapping open and your head spinning when you realised just how close they were, but when you caught sight of the metal fingers that rested above your pillow you could feel yourself flushing for a whole new reason. This time you were positive it wasn’t because of the heat. You stilled completely as you stared up at the metal panes, your mind racing; you couldn’t remember falling asleep last night, too drained emotionally and physically, but you were sure you had left as much room as possible between the two of you, but now there was none, a blush crawling up your neck as you become aware of the arm that was round around your waist.

Bucky’s human fingers had slipped beneath his hoodie, lightly brushing against the skin on your hip, dangling on your stomach. Your legs were tangled together messily your foot resting against his calf, your toes no longer cold. You could feel the way his nose was buried in your unruly bed-hair, his breath trickling down your shoulder as he slept on completely unaware of what he was doing to you.

Now you really regretted picking the side against the wall. You desperately wanted to get out of bed to avoid the awkwardness that would for sure ensue if Bucky found himself wound tightly around you.

As stealthily as you could, you turned over carefully, Bucky’s grip only tightening around you as you did so, mumbling lowly in his sleep. His hand curled over to your back, calloused fingers grazing the soft skin on the small of your back. You were sure you were going to implode, as he unconsciously dragged you even closer to his body, his chin resting against your forehead and his thick thigh wrapped around your calf.

A few shaky breaths slipped past your lips as you collected yourself. You gently placed your hands against his chest, intending to pull yourself out his grip, but only found yourself blushing against the feeling of his very obviously toned chest beneath your fingertips. You gazed up at him, holding your breath when he mumbled again, nuzzling his face into the pillow. You had the perfect opportunity to slip away, his grip loose enough, but you didn't. You found yourself entranced by how peaceful he looked, so at ease unlike you had ever seen him. The sunlight streaming through the crack between the curtains you don't remember closing, illuminating the room enough for you to make out the curve of his nose and the sharpness of his jawline. Your heart ached for him, the poor man who had been through so much and seen so much more than he ever should have. Subconsciously, your thumb caressed his chest feeling the steady beat of his heart against your skin.

You almost jumped out of your skin, when he began to twitch next to you, letting out a long breath as his head dropped down to your neck. He groaned tightening his grip around you that had loosened slightly. You couldn't see him, your nose pressed into his collarbone and you were glad, grateful that he couldn't see the way your cheeks were redder than ever before.

He hummed lightly, the action tickling your skin. You almost jumped when he murmured your name, checking whether you were awake.

“Mhmm?” You hummed back, not trusting yourself with words right now.

“Is it morning already?” You had only heard his morning voice on odd occasions, when you weren't glaring down at your toast and payed enough attention to listen. But the gruffness in his voice made you weak at the knees, unprepared for how good it sounded.

“Barely.” You squeaked, your voice unnaturally high pitched.

If he noticed, he didn’t say anything, pulling his head back to look down at you, a lazy smile working its way onto his lips. His arm was still wrapped around your body as his metal fingers gently brushed the hair away from your eyes, the gentlest expression you had ever seen him wear etched into his face.

Without warning, he lazily brought his head down and pressed his lips to yours in an action that felt all too natural. His lips were soft, their gentle caress leaving you craving more. His nose nudging against yours lightly as though he had done it thousands of times, as he delicately sighed into the kiss. You froze on the spot, the hand on his chest subconsciously curling to clutch the fabric in your hand.

He seemed to register what he had done a moment later, breaking your lips apart, his fingers still weaved through your hair. Panic began to seep into his expression as he opened his mouth to no doubt apologise, but it didn't look like he could speak, stammering profusely, “I. . . I didn't. . . I didn't mean to- no, not like that. . . I didn't-”

“What did you just do?” You mumbled in disbelief, cutting off his ramblings, his lips so close to your own that they brushed against each other when you spoke. You were in a daze, your lips were tingling from being pressed against Bucky’s and all you could think about was how close he was. You didn't really need him to answer that question, you just really wanted to hear him say it.

“I think I just kissed you.” He finally whispered back, his blue eyes bright as he shifted his gaze between your lips and you eyes. He was hesitant, that was clear, not daring to move in the slightest.

“I think I want you to do it again.” You finally muttered lowly. You could feel the way his heart was thudding so similarly to your own beneath the palm of your hand. You could feel the slight shake in his fingers as they curled around your waist, not wanting to mess anything up or scare you away.

“Yeah?” Bucky nudged his nose against yours again, the ghost of a smile playing upon his lips as he looked at you.

“Yeah.” You breathed out lamely, barely able to get the word out before you gave yourself time to starting overthinking, gripping his shirt and pressing your lips harder against his.

He groaned softly into the kiss, kissing you back with the same amount of fervour. His fingers splaying out against your back to pull you even closer, your hand cupping his jaw as his moved his lips in sync with yours in a way that left your dizzy and craving more.

You wanted him closer, and its seemed as though Bucky had the same idea as he pulled you over his body. Your legs straddled his chest, his hands running up and down your sides before sneaking under to hoodie to grip your hips, a shiver travelling down your spine. Bucky noticed, his lips curling into a grin as he pulled your closer, your chest against his.

You were euphoric. You had only ever imagined what it would be like to kiss Bucky, but this was a thousand times better. You felt weak every time his tongue traced your lip, your bodies moulding together easily, his body so warm and inviting. You groaned when Bucky’s lips left yours as you gasped for air, peppering kisses across your jawline, one of his hands cupping your neck while the other kept you pressed against him. His kisses became more lingering, and your breathe started to come back to you, a genuine smile setting upon your lips when Bucky looked up to face you, his cheeks flushed and his hair a complete mess.

“I think you ought to know, I mean, I’d be a bit concerned if you haven't figured it out already, but, I really, really, really like you, y/n.” He whispered, brushing your hair out of your face as you giggled down at him, pecking his lips once more.

“And I, really, really, really like you, James.” You giggled again, smiling when he pulled you down again to connect your lips once more. You leaned back to stare at him, blushing profusely at the look of utter adoration in his expression.

“What a way to wake up.” Bucky whispered, tugging you toward him to kiss you again, and again, and again.

You hummed in agreement, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “I could get used to this.”

“Oh darlin’, I absolutely adore you.”

You screeched excitedly when Bucky rolled you over, planting himself between your legs, kissing you softly once more.

Maybe you would have to thank Natasha after all.

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blujayonthewing · 2 years

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!! How does Melliwyk typically celebrate her birthday?

probably about half the time, she celebrates by looking at a calendar on the 31st or the 1st and going 'OH! OOPS' dkljfdlkgj

considering her work is also her passion project most of the time, I don't think she usually gives herself the day off so to speak, BUT she would definitely make a point to additionally treat herself-- a favorite dinner, a small cake or some other dessert (which she might even make herself, depending on what else she's got going on that day-- she actually kind of enjoys cooking and baking, but she usually just has unseen servants do all the cooking so she can focus on other stuff), a lil drink probably-- although, not very much by herself. If she thinks about it ahead of time, she's also definitely someone who'd splurge on that new [tool, book, art piece, etc] because It's My Birthday, haha.

before she lived alone, this was also probably one of the few times in the year she could be reliably bullied into putting work aside for the night and going out for drinks or something with friends/ coworkers. we HAVE had a full year timeskip in game, but what (if anything) she did for it really depends on what anyone else was doing at the time, since we did a lot of splitting off and doing our own stuff 🤔

#tl;dr it's usually just a lowkey lil Treat Yoself occasion #I was GONNA say she might now take it as an opportunity to bully zhartook #'HOW could you FORGET my BIRTHDAY [has never told him her birthday]'#but then I remembered they've been traveling together for I think a little over two years now so like #... he may actually remember when her birthday is lmao I'd have to ask Justin if he's the type to remember stuff like that #my OCs #Melliwyk

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Best Toys For Toddlers Ages 1-2

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I wanted to share with you all of the most used items for Otis at this age. He’s currently 23 months (OMG!!!!!!) but I started writing this at 22. But basically most of this stuff we have been using over the last year till now. Sharing a variety of things from toys, feeding, to home stuff. Hope you enjoy this break down!

INDOOR TOYS

Disney Pixar Cars Mini Racers Mack Transporter: Otis already had these mini cars and one day Blake came home with this truck. It stores the little cars and also makes for a big fun toy to push around.

IKEA 20 piece basic train set: My sister gave us some hand me down IKEA train set pieces and Otis LOVES to put these together himself. It’s been a great toy for independent play and we plan to get more for his birthday.

Magna-Tiles 32-Piece Clear Colors Set: These are epic! They were great for when Otis was closer to 1 because they were easier for him to grab and pick up. Obviously you need to monitor your play because of the magnets but this is something he has loved especially during quarantine. We have a metal coffee table so he uses it to stick the magnets too. Or the fridge. Or the garage door. Basically anything metal he will put them on.

LEGO DUPLO My First Number Train: For his first birthday he actually got this set and he has become OBSESSED with Duplo legos. It’s been a great toy for independent play and I love how creative he gets with them.

toy dyson vacuum: This was another first birthday toy that he still loves to this day. Every time I get out my adult sized dyson, he runs and grabs his and “helps” me clean the house.

Mega Bloks First Builders Classic Big Building Bag 80-Piece Set: This was another first birthday present that keeps on giving. I keep these with the Duplo legos and he plays with both. These are better for smaller kiddos and easier to put together closer to age 1.

Playskool Explore ‘N Grow Busy Gears: We bought this after watching him play with something similar at his Oma and Opa’s house. The gears move when you push the button so this is a good toy to keep them occupied.

Plan Toys Baby Walker: This was actually a first birthday gift from Oompa Toys and I am telling you he still loves it and he is almost 2. It’s pricey but its a 2-in-1 toy. Both a push car and you have all the blocks. Otis moves this from room to room and then plays with the blocks either inside or takes them out. He’s going to be using this for a while. He loves to build.

Tegu 24 Piece Set: These blocks are fun and different take on a magnets toy.

LEGO DUPLO Disney Frozen Toy Featuring Elsa and Olaf’s Tea Party: You know how obsessed Otis is with Frozen so we had to buy him Frozen Duplo lego set.

Magformers 30-pc. Rainbow Set: These magnets have also been a very popular quarantine toy for Otis. He uses them on our metal surfaces but also lines them up on the carpet. Again, we monitor closely because of the magnets but this is a MUST have toy.

Buckle Toys Buster Square: We call this toy, “Mr Buckles” HA! When we were actually going places, we would bring this in our diaper bag or in the car. I sometimes bring it on our walks so he can play with it.

Fisher-Price Laugh & Learn Count & Rumble Piggy Bank: He has recently rediscovered this toy and it’s so cute.

Fire HD 8 Kids Edition tablet, 8″ HD display: This has been a recent game changer. Since Otis is now into screen time, it’s been fun to let him play on his own kid friendly tablet. What I love is that he can literally click anything in kid mode and he’s all in approved kid content that we load on there. A fun feature of this tablet is you can also use it in adult mode if you want to tap into apps like netflix etc. This one also comes with a great warranty incase you kid chucks this down the stairs and it breaks. I also love this case with it.

OUTDOOR TOYS

Evenflo Versatile Playspace Indoor/Outdoor Gate: This gate has been incredible. We actually bought 2 so it can stretch across our garage and have our garage door open and use our garage as a playroom. We have also used it in the backyard as a barrier for some social distance hang out during quarantine. It’s awesome because it modular so you can always buy more pieces or make it as big as you need it.

HEDGBOBO Music Bubble Lawn Mower Electronic Bubble Blowing Mover: This was a gift from a friend and I am telling you Otis is obsessed with this thing. He walks down the sidewalk with this little lawn mower and love that the bubbles can be turned on or off. You can take the handle off so it’s easy to store.

Fisher-Price® Lil’ Snoopy: We use this toy every day. Since Otis always wants to walk Lola and that is not always very productive… we put a regular dog lease on this toy and let him “walk his puppy” down the street and it allows him to have his own responsibility and gives him something to do so we can also successfully walk Lola to do her business. Love this toy so much.

Step 2 Up & Down Indoor Outdoor Roller Coaster Toy w/ Car: We got this for Otis’ first birthday and now, he’s really enjoying this for independent play time. He pushed the car up, pushes himself down. Slides down on his stomach… you know. The normal ways of using it. HA! SUCH a great bigger gift idea. These are hard to come by in stock.

Mickey Mouse Glowing Bubble Wand: We actually bought our bubble wand at Disney On Ice but this one looks identical. It has both lights and bubbles for when the bubble inevitably run out. Lol. Anything Disney can go no wrong.

Veer Cruiser: I often get asked if this wagon is really worth the hype. My honest answer is that yes it’s VERY expensive but we have gotten incredible use out of it. It has very rugged wheels which allows us to easily bring to the park, on grass, and even in the sand. Yes it’s still hard to pull on sand but the rugged wheels make it easier. A plus is there are so many really unique attachment options. We recently got the additional storage bucket to add on. If you are looking for something splurge worthy, I 100% cosign this. Another thing that is great is you can add adapters to add a car seat. So if you are in a two kid family, that could come in handy. It folds down super flat too so we easily stow it in our trunk. We love it! Also the snack tray is EPIC.

Little Tikes Toy Sports T-Ball Set: This is a newer toy because obviously we love baseball in this house and this is a bigger boy toy. He has been having fun and it doesn’t take up that much storage space.

Little Tikes Cozy Coupe Kids Pretend Play Fun Grocery Store Shopping Cart: I bought this at the beginning of quarantine and it’s an epic toy for walking around the neighborhood. It’s nice to give Otis a task when we are walking to keep him focused and moving in the direction I want him too. Toddler problems am I right!??! It’s great because he can throw another toy or two inside and it’s big enough if he abandons it, I can easily just pull it with one hand.

Step2 Whisper Ride II Kids Blue Ride On Push Car: One of daily used toys. Each day we take a walk together. He loves to ride in it and we have used it since he was 1 and will get even more use after 2.

BEDTIME

Halo Sleep sack: We have tried many sleep sacks and this is still our favorite. We have ones in different materials for different seasons but since we have A/C we like to use the fleece one since it’s nice and cool in the house. We put it on him backwards which at least helps a little in terms of him not taking it off. It’s been the best one we have found. They are just hard to find in the larger sizes. He is in the biggest size right now.

Slumberkins Sloth Snuggler: This is Otis’ prized possession. He calls his sloth his “love love” and he sleeps with it everynight. We introduced this when he was an infant for car seat rides etc before he started sleeping with it. I can’t say enough good things because they wash in the washing machine so well and I let them air dry and they are good as new. My recommendation is to buy 3 of any lovey you want to get for your child. So if you lose one you aren’t screwed. HA! Also keep cycling them so you can wear them evenly. I did not do this. Learn from my mistakes

Playskool Sesame Street Cookie Monster 10” Mini Plush: Cookie Monster is one of his loves in bed with him. This one is nice because its small.

Jellycat Bashful Turtle Stuffed Animal, Small: Otis loves his little turtle. The jellycat toys are so soft and I got him the tiny size since it’s easier to carry around and snuggle.

Hatch Rest + Sound Machine: By far one of my must haves from the newborn phase till now. I love this thing so much I have 3 of them in my house. 1 in his room, 1 outside of his room in the hallway to drown out any noise in the house, and 1 in our bedroom on my night stand because I got so used to the sounds when Otis was in his bassinet in our room. This newer version is pricer than the older but what is EPIC about it is that is has some reserve battery in it. So for instance, if the power goes out, the sound machine will stay on. EPIC. I have convinced many people to buy this including my sister. I had forgotten it at her house and her sons borrowed it and loved it so much she bought them. It also has time to wake functionality which we have not used yet but hope to in the future.

EATING

Skiphop Zoo 11 oz. Insulated Food Jar: Love these insulated food jars when toting around lunch or dinner for Otis.

Summer Infant Pop ‘N Sit Portable Infant Booster Seat: This is a must have item! We have gotten so much use out of this portable high chair even just in our own house. We use it for outdoor picnics and the detachable tray makes it great to kind of contain them in one place when you don’t have your highchair etc. It’s easily washable and it also can be attached to another big chair to serve as highchair height at a table. I have a slightly different version but buy this if you like it it’s been sold out.

Skiphop Zoo 7.5 oz. Snack Cup: These snack cups are like gold in our house. I constantly have at least 2 filled with goodies for Otis and love that they have a cap that closes so things are leaking out everywhere.

Inglesina Fast Table Chair: This is our current fav high chair. I LOVED my large high chair from stokke but one day Otis started fighting us to sit in ANYTHING. We were able to eventually get him to sit in this clip on chair so now we have two. One on our kitchen island and one on our dining room table. The best thing is that while the instructions don’t recommend it being machine washable, I was reading a couple blogs of people that put theirs in the washing machine. I tried it and holy crap it looks like new after! I just let it hang and air dry. We also used to take this to restaurants when Otis was too young to sit in their highchairs as well as taken to hotels etc.

Inglesina Fast Table Dining Tray: You NEED to get this tray if you buy the chair. Keeps clean up easier so food doesn’t cake under the handles. It’s easy to loosen and clean under but this helps prevent that as well as being something we can easily remove when mealtime is over. Otis tends to want to rip his plate up when he is saying he is all done so its easy to just remove this tray and get it out of the way.

UNICOO- Bamboo Height Adjustable Kids Learning Stool: I always get asked about this kitchen stool and the white is sold out right now but here is the wood version. What I love about it is that it is pretty compact because we have a pretty small kitchen. It’s been epic for Otis to be at the counter and help prep meals, have a snack, help make my morning coffee etc. It also allows him to be a menace and mess with literally everything but I love this tower so much. No regrets!

OXO Tot Transitions Straw Cup: We tried a bunch of sippy cups and this is the one we have used and loved when we transitioned him off the bottle to a sippy straw cup. It’s relatively easy to clean. But let’s be honest, any straw is annoying to clean. They do leak if there is milk in the straw but it’s the best option we have found so far.

Lollaland® Lollacup 10 oz. Sippy Cup: This is our #1 water cup. With the handles it’s easy for Otis to grab one handed when he is filthy eating dinner. Lollaland makes such great kids feeding stuff and we own quite a few of their products. This is by far my fav and most used water cup.

Bumkins Disney Silicone Grip Dish, Suction Plate: I love all the bumkins suction plates. They REALLY stick. You know we are Disney obsessed so this Mickey plate is in heavy rotation.

Bumkins Baby Fork and Spoon Set: These are the forks and spoons we are using for Otis right now. They are short enough to make it easy for him to eat.

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INDOOR TOYS

toy dyson vacuum: This was another first birthday toy that he still loves to this day. Every time I get out my adult sized dyson, he runs and grabs his and “helps” me clean the house.

Tegu 24 Piece Set: These blocks are fun and different take on a magnets toy.

LEGO DUPLO Disney Frozen Toy Featuring Elsa and Olaf’s Tea Party: You know how obsessed Otis is with Frozen so we had to buy him Frozen Duplo lego set.

Fisher-Price Laugh & Learn Count & Rumble Piggy Bank: He has recently rediscovered this toy and it’s so cute.

OUTDOOR TOYS

BEDTIME

Playskool Sesame Street Cookie Monster 10” Mini Plush: Cookie Monster is one of his loves in bed with him. This one is nice because its small.

Jellycat Bashful Turtle Stuffed Animal, Small: Otis loves his little turtle. The jellycat toys are so soft and I got him the tiny size since it’s easier to carry around and snuggle.

EATING

Skiphop Zoo 11 oz. Insulated Food Jar: Love these insulated food jars when toting around lunch or dinner for Otis.

Bumkins Disney Silicone Grip Dish, Suction Plate: I love all the bumkins suction plates. They REALLY stick. You know we are Disney obsessed so this Mickey plate is in heavy rotation.

Bumkins Baby Fork and Spoon Set: These are the forks and spoons we are using for Otis right now. They are short enough to make it easy for him to eat.

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