#i love plants and i love pretty boys why not draw both

[meii-jasmine]

"No zombies in this lawn!"

(Timelapse under the cut!)

(MUSIC: "Watery Graves (Fast Version)" by Laura Shigihara)

[ln444]

truly madly deeply

cw: fluff, very slight angst, comfort (reader comforting lando), you and lando are fucking in love:'(((

now playing: truly madly deeply by 1d

notes: i love requests inspired by songs pls request more of it🥺 wrote this in 30 minutes at 3am so its a bit short sry:(

requested by anon

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these past few weeks have been incredibly tough on lando, both mentally and physically. you've undoubtedly noticed and have been doing your best to support him while giving him the space he needs. lando may struggle to express his feelings in words, but he's been showing his gratitude in other ways – with small gestures and plenty of physical affection. you've been following his f1 journey closely, never missing a grand prix, and making sure you're by his side through it all. lando has never felt more loved and supported. his favorite moments are those when he can finally rest and spend time with you after a grueling race.

qualifying is tomorrow, and lando seems even more nervous than usual. you know him inside out, recognizing his little habits when he's stressed; without him saying a word, you understand the thoughts racing through his mind. the night has fallen, heightening lando's anxiety as the race draws near. he's been more affectionate than usual today, seeking comfort in your hugs and asking for extra kisses. while you love this closeness, it also concerns you. you're well aware of how hard lando can be on himself, and the thought of what he might be going through tugs at your heart.

you join him on the bed, facing him, the stars casting a soft glow on his tired face, making his eyes sparkle even more when they meet yours. "hey, pretty boy," you whisper gently, your hand tenderly cupping his cheek and stroking it. butterflies flutter in his stomach, and his body relaxes a bit. "hey, love" he whispers back, planting a sweet kiss on the palm of your hand, eliciting a smile from you.

"how are you feeling?" you ask softly, your fingers gently playing with his curls – something you know he adores. with a sigh, lando closes his eyes for a moment before locking onto yours again. he finds immense comfort in your gaze, with the rest of the world fading away each time he gets lost in your eyes.

"i don't know... i'm not feeling great about tomorrow," he admits with a hint of worry in his voice. your heart aches just hearing his concerns. you move closer, your gaze softening, and lando's heartbeat quickens. how can you have such a profound effect on him with just your eyes? it drives him crazy.

"why, baby? you don't have to worry. you're lando norris, after all!" you playfully roll your eyes, and a smile tugs at lando's lips. he takes your hand and interlaces his fingers with yours, and you reciprocate with a warm smile.

"no, but seriously, what's bothering you?" you softly toy with his fingers while giving him your full attention.

"i mean, it's more of a mclaren problem than a 'me' problem," he hesitates for a moment, and you gently caress the back of his hand, encouraging him to open up.

"i don't think i belong there anymore. i don't think i can show my true potential with them." his voice is calmer now, and a sense of relief is evident.

you hum softly, and he finds the courage to continue, still focused on your hands playing together. "should i quit? but what if no one else wants me?" panic creeps into his voice, and you immediately grip his hand firmly, bringing your free hand to his cheek.

"hey, you're one of the best drivers out there. there'll always be a team that wants you. believe me, there'll always be a place for you in f1. you've worked so hard to get here, and you truly deserve it," you reassure lando. he gets lost in your eyes, feeling the depth of your love and honesty. his heart feels like it could burst at any moment.

"but i want to be the best," he pouts, and you chuckle softly, giving him a quick peck on the lips, making him smile. "you're already the best for me," you say with a gentle smile, causing lando's heart and cheeks to warm. he groans playfully, slightly embarrassed by his blushing cheeks, and your smile widens. "you're so cute; i don't think my heart can take it," you playfully whimper, cupping his face and squeezing his cheeks. lando bites his lip to suppress a smile, and the sparks in his eyes intensify. you place multiple kisses on his lips, and lando can't help but chuckle. he puts his hands on yours to pause the kisses and says, "just give me a real kiss already, please," another pout forming on his lips. your smile grows bigger, and you oblige, giving him a gentle kiss.

lando pulls back to look at you, and the warm smile on his face melts your heart. "thank you," he says softly, caressing your hands. you don't really know why he's thanking you to be honest; for the kiss or for the honest words. "you don't have to thank me," you say, placing a quick peck on his lips. "i'll always be here for you, no matter what," another peck, "and i'll always be proud of you," another one, "no matter what, my pretty boy."

lando's heart has never felt this warm. in fact, his entire body feels warm right now, overwhelmed by the love he's receiving. "god, what did i do to deserve you?" he asks with a sweet and calm voice, clearly feeling better. "i'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you."

"i know you did not just quote a one direction song," you both laugh, and lando groans, hiding his face behind your hands, feeling a bit embarrassed. "it's cute," you move your hands to look at him. "i'm truly, madly, deeply in love with you too," you say with a hint of teasing in your voice, but you absolutely mean it. a big smile forms on lando's face, and you run your hands through his hair to pull him into a tender kiss.

lando's heart feels lighter, your sweet words and touch washing away all the negative thoughts for the night. if you have to repeat every single word you said to him tomorrow and the day after – every day, you will do it, again and again. lando knows it, and he has never felt so thankful.

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masterlist

[gallaghersgal]

winter sleepover!! carmy 🔥 indoors and the fire is also for “please make it spicy” 🫢

sex by the fire || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ p in v unprotected and all that jazz. just soft vanilla sex. and cookies !!

a/n: this is unedited and unbeta’d bc i am so so sleepy. thanks sm for requesting 🫶🏻🫶🏻

a weekend getaway in a secluded little cabin in the woods was exactly the kind of break you needed. fall semester had been hell for you and your boyfriend was well aware of that, which is exactly why he’d booked this trip. sydney was perfectly capable of running the restaurant for a few days, and everyone knew not to call carmy unless it was absolutely necessary. that left the two of you with the peace and quiet you both desperately needed.

the trip had been a complete surprise. carmy had packed your bags for you, picking you up from campus after your last exam with a mischievous grin on his face and whisking you away for the weekend. the cabin was downright adorable, just a single room with a large bed, a little kitchenette, a bathroom off to the side, a couple arm chairs and a TV by a big window, overlooking a gorgeous view of the lake. and of course, the fireplace.

it had taken the two of you a few tries to get the fire going, but now you were rewarded with the gentle warmth and the soft crackling sound as the fire burned steadily behind the iron grate.

you lounged on the bed, snuggled up between the many decorative pillows, waiting patiently as carmy placed a pan of cookies into the stove. he set a timer, tossed the dirty dishes in the sink to be dealt with later, and made his way back to you.

“hey baby,” he whispered, crawling into bed beside you. “are you enjoying y’self?”

you smiled at him, all perfect and pretty with his hair mussed and a little dash of flour lingering on his rosy cheek. “very much so,” you murmured. you closed your book and sat it on the bedside table so you could give your full attention to the man in front of you. his eyes shone with love and mischief in the dancing light of the fire, and you couldn’t help but pull him in for a kiss.

he tasted like the bittersweet chocolate chips he’d used in the batch of cookies he’d made, lips warm and pliant as you deepened the kiss. rough palms landed on your hips, pulling you until you rested in his lap.

“so,” you started, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “you gonna fuck me by the fire, bear?”

his parted lips turned upwards into a little grin, hands already roaming up under the hem of your sweater. “well, sweet girl, when you put it like that,” he laughed softly, bringing you in for another kiss as his fingers began to tug at the little bow on your pajama pants. the knot came undone quickly, and you shuffled around until your pants and sweater had been discarded. you sat atop his thighs in nothing but a pair of pretty lace panties, tugging his shirt over his head until your palms could lay flat against his warm, bare chest.

“my pretty boy,” you cooed, kissing along the column of his throat. your hips rolled against his own, the flannel of his pajama pants soft against the inside of your thighs. he was half hard already, you could feel him rubbing deliciously against your core, and a soft whine escaped your lips as he kissed you again. “want you, carm. c’mon.”

carmy chuckled, lifting you off his hips long enough to discard his pants and boxers in one go. then he was pulling you back, pushing your panties to the side and giving his cock a few quick strokes before lining himself up and sliding in. the stretch was familiar, an easy little burn you’d come accustomed to, but it never failed to draw an obscene moan from your lips.

“shh, tha’s it. good girl.” his hips began to shift up into you in gentle strokes, pushing in deep with a muffled groan against the curve of your shoulder.

you hummed in pleasure, slumping against his chest as he planted his feet on the bed for more leverage. “fuck- ‘s so good,” you whimpered, curling in closer and latching your lips onto his neck. any semblance of composure in your voice dissipated, your words coming out as gentle, high pitched whines. “carmen, oh fuck, carmen!”

“sounds so pretty when ya say it like that,” he said, his words nearly a growl as they came through gritted teeth. “fuckin’ angelic. say it again baby, will ya?”

“carmen, jesus- fucking- carmen, please! ‘m gonna-“ your head felt too heavy to hold anymore, but one strong hand supported your chin to draw you in for a delicate kiss. the contrast was exhilarating, sharp thrusts of his hips balanced against the softness of his lips against yours.

without so much as a warning to carmy, your vision was whiting out and your body was coursing with red hot pleasure. your whole figure shook in his arms, lewd moans turning into softer whimpers as he chased his own climax with erratic thrusts.

“fuck- yeah, that’s my girl. jus’ a li’l more baby, you can do it.” he grunted, fingers digging into your hips as he slammed against you. you fell quiet, leaving nothing but the obscene sounds of sweat slick skin over the gentle roar of the fire.

with one final, deep stroke he came inside of you, lips finding yours in a messy and passionate kiss. you could have stayed there in his arms forever, listening to the fire and his soft breathing as the two of you came down from the high. but of course, nothing lasts forever, and it was only a matter of minutes before the kitchen timer rang out, reminding you of the batch of cookies waiting in the oven.

you hummed, rolling off carmy and collapsing into the fluffy mattress. he smiled down at you, thumb running over your smudged lipstick before leaning in for a quick kiss.

“i’ll get the cookies out, an’ then i’ll get ya cleaned up. that sound good?”

you nodded, too sleepy and sated to form any coherent sentence. your eyes fell closed, listening carefully to the sounds around you. the clang of the oven door. the creak of a cabinet door. a soft hiss of pain, probably from your boyfriend touching the still hot pan. water running in the sink. soft footsteps coming back in your direction.

carmy cleaned you up with a warm washcloth, tossing it haphazardly towards the laundry basket and crawling back into bed beside you. the two of you laid there, naked and happy, with the plate of cookies balanced precariously on your thigh. when the sweets were gone and the fire was dying down, you let your eyes flutter closed as you snuggled into his side.

“goodnight, pretty girl,” carmy murmured, moving the plate to the bedside table and wrapping you securely in his arms.

end.

[uftopia]

posting a bit of an old rivals duo au i had years ago that i never really shared or drew publicly, but i finally wrote up a summary of what i have last night and would like to share (currently unfinished and needs polishing) i would love to start drawing it so this is just context

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dream (birth name DayDream and referred to as Day) is the heir to the throne, of (unnamed kingdom/essempi). his older brother is foolish. foolish is a knight in training, hence why he won’t be king next.

for context, most people in this kingdom are fairy hybrids, some with feathery wings, some with classic wings, some like butterfly wings. in each wing category, there are preferred attributes to wings and different classes. the royal family mostly contains thick, feathery wings embroidered with magic in each feather.

day was born weak, and his wings hadn’t grown beyond age 10. they’re small, underdeveloped, and slightly patchy. he can’t fly nor hover, and the townsfolk are biased against that- who is this boy and why does he have the right to be king, when there are so many others who have gorgeous working wings? foolish is the kindest to him alongside his friends sylvee, sapnap, and george (unspoken crush lol)

(his mother was written to be puffy but that and whether the fact that she’s alive is subject to change. his father is dead.)

daydream has never wanted to be king, let alone part of the family. the kingdom hates him, disrespects him, and he finds himself unliked by some of his family members both across seas and across the hall. as pretty and lavish as his life is- he is often overwhelmed and wishes of nothing more than to be invisible. this makes the down dislike him more, calling his behavior ungrateful and selfish. his unease grows by the day. he gains new garments to wear to coronation day. he doesn’t try them on prior.

during his coronation day, after being crowned king, a big ball was held late into the night. a toast was made, gifts were given, and day offered an incredibly short speech.

foolish makes his rounds, insisting on his duties as a guard, and day gets to invite his “lower class” friends, sap and george. getting into the trouble that they do, used to making the most out of nothing, the catering table is flipped and sets off a chain reaction of multiple lights and various things breaking. expensive items and statues are now either broken or unpleasant to look at, and with day’s growing uneasiness, he flees, leaving sapnap and george to fend for themselves in the mess.

because of the commotion, he leaves unnoticed for now, grabbing a “go bag” he packed in his room months ago, and slips on a cloak and scarf to protect his identity.

here is where he begins to meet techno. day (now disliking his name) finds an “abandoned” potato farm, accompanied by a charming house in an open field. there are also apple trees and carrot patches.

day spends the rest of the night settling down and going to sleep in the bed he found, and wakes up to try and tend to the garden. he tries to farm and pluck food from the ground to eat, attempting to replace it and plant as he goes along- but growing up where servants did everything for you, he doesn’t really understand much of it. he starts to break down halfway into the day and sits covered in his cloak, shaking and crying- because what was he thinking, running away like this? he can’t survive, he won’t survive, but he most certainly cannot turn back now.

he makes the shift to dream, his preferred name.

a piglin, who he would learn is technoblade, greets him from behind and scares dream shitless, but he just comments, “i’ve been watching you mess up my farm for way too long, you’re doing this all wrong,” and begins to fix the mess dream made. he explains what he’s doing and why, and replants the potatoes. he invites dream in to eat.

they begin to live together and know each other, dream can’t bring himself to leave and techno doesn’t want to ask. after a bit techno does reveal he knows there’s a lost prince/king, and that dream is him. the conversation goes something like this:

“so, did you ever get a crown?”

“i uh- aah what?”

“you’re not very good at hiding it, being the king. your clothing has the royal sigil on them. you go by ‘dream’, assumingely from daydream. you also don’t seem to know a thing about farming, and don’t think i don’t recognize that jewelry, dude.”

“i don’t…” he cowers.

“i’m not gonna turn you in, i don’t care at all, but i figured we’d get that out there before shit goes down.”

“i thought you were kind of disconnected from that… talk?”

“i’m more connected than you know.”

there’s a couple of neighboring kingdoms that are looking for dream for the ransom money, but none are too concerned when foolish is there, a person more fit to be king. dream eventually decides to go on the run, away from techno to keep him out of trouble- after all, he’s learned to farm and sustain himself. techno stops him before he can go far by himself, “we’re a team. friends, even” dream teases him for that.

they travel, learning even more about each other, such as dream showing his pitiful wings, his relationship with george, his friendship with sapnap, how he was treated and why he did what he did- and the secrets of any royal castle you’ll go in. techno nods along like he doesn’t know.

but techno reveals he was incredibly connected to royalty, in a friendly familial way. he wasn’t related by any means, but his dear friend was king. a crow, with gorgeous green getups and a wingspan that seemed to weigh him down. he had a son with blonde hair, aged 13 years.

he was assigned knight to this kid, protecting him, but he might as well have been a babysitter. he played non stop, and they both enjoyed the casualness of it all, both swearing off of the formalities around each other. tommy hated the fanciness of it all, the rules, boundaries, lack of risk, being the heir.

dream understood.

techno explains that he was so bright and curious, he wanted his freedom more than anything. alongside this techno had begun to train him on how to use swords, bows, potions, and the soil: he believed tommy could make it on his own.

so when tommy set out one day with nothing but the weapons and clothes on his back, techno turned his back to the king, his friend, and let him go.

tommy is presumed dead. techno never forgave himself for that, that boy was like his brother- having grown up with him from age 6. techno was banished from the kingdom and immediately fired, his life spared on the basis of phil not being strong enough to kill another beloved person he knew.

techno enjoys helping dream to an unhealthy amount because of the circumstances. he feels as though if he let dream go that initial meeting, he too may have suffered the same fate by technos allowance. he and tommy are too similar in his mind to let it go.

at this point sapnap and george have fled prison and managed to make it out of the kingdom without getting caught. george, though not well off, is gifted in magic, and manages to follow dreams trail using enchantments. let me tell you they are fucking UPSET at dream for leaving them. this essentially becomes manhunt 2.0.

dream and techno enjoy being on the road together even if dream feels like he’s holding techno back. they don’t even know where they’re running to, but to them it’s the journey not the destination.

(thoughts i had but was unsure about, when furthering the story)

dream eventually gets caught again and taken back to the castle with snfs help, maybe the king title is revoked from him?? but imagine him locked up kind of like in rapunzels tower, unable to really leave bc his wings are disabled. the kingdom didn’t like him before, and now they CERTAINLY don’t

[layla4567]

Vaccines are good

Dad!Colin Zabel x Mom!fem!reader

Summary: You and your husband Colin make up a happy family, Colin turned out to be a great father and you both love your little son. But can the detective get out of trouble when they take his son to be vaccinated?

Warnings: fluffy things and mention of needles and childhood illnesses of course

Word count: 2.8k ***************

Colin was preparing lunch while Alex was sitting at the table drawing with his crayons. The handsome detective smashed two eggs into the pan, adding salt, pepper and coriander and then began to beat them with the fork. He would take care of preparing something else for Alex, over time he had learned that the little one didn't like omelettes. He arranged the food on the plates and served them on the table waiting for you to get home from work.

"Hey champion, what are you drawing?" Colin asked, bringing his face closer to the sheet of paper.

The boy happily held the paper up with pride. "It's you with your police car!"

Colin smiled when he saw himself in that drawing. The colors spilled out of the lines but the detective could clearly be seen standing next to his car, which had the dome lights on, shining red and blue. Alex was very proud of his father and always said that when he grows up he wants to be like him, he even often wore his father's clothes and played cops and robbers with his schoolmate. Colin always laughs but obviously he worries that his son will be involved in a dangerous and stressful job like that.

"It's amazing kid! you even drew the details of my uniform, you are talented!"

Alex's cheeks turned tulip-pink with pure joy as he smiled widely. The boy was a carbon copy of his father, same eyes, same hair and every time he smiled you saw Colin. Suddenly there was a sound of keys opening the door and a sweet voice announced their arrival.

"It's mom!!" Alex got out of his chair running towards the door while you opened it laughing at his enthusiasm. Colin also came to meet you.

"Hey! How was my teddy bear today?"

You scooped Alex into your arms as you planted a loud, slobbery kiss on his cheek. The little boy laughed and then with a grimace of disgust he wiped his cheek without stopping laughing, his face was so funny that it infected you with laughter. You weren't afraid to show how much you loved your son even if you were a little clingy at times.

"Hi sweetie, welcome home." Colin hugged you around the waist and kissed you tenderly on the lips.

"Ew..". The boy said, making a disgusted face and looking away.

Colin laughed tenderly. "Why don't you show mommy what you did today, huh?"

The boy nodded with great enthusiasm and jumping happily.

"Let's see Alex, show me"

Your son grabbed your hand and quickly led you to the table where his little drawing rested. With both hands he raised it to the level of his face.

"Ta-daa!! Guess who it is!!"

You gasped in surprise as you grabbed the drawing from the boy's small hands. You looked at it carefully while smiling sweetly. The proportions of the things he had drawn were not perfect but they seemed adorable to you.

"Oh my god Alex, it's beautiful! And It's daddy! and with his police car of course"

"Yeah!! you guessed it!". Alex smiled at you with that gap between his frontal paddles that seemed so tender and pretty to you.

"Let's hang your drawing on the refrigerator door, what do you think, honey?"

Your son shouted yes and you gave Colin a smiling look.

"I think it's a great idea babe"

While you placed the drawing under two magnets Colin asked his son what he wanted for lunch.

"Ok little champ, what do you want for lunch? You don't want an omelet, right?"

Alex shook his head vigorously while sticking out his tongue in a grimace of disgust.

Colin smiled in amusement. "Alright, alright. How about pasta?"

"Yay I love pasta!!"

The detective laughed amused, it was no secret that your son loved Italian food. you turned around looking at them happily.

"Ok, then pasta will be"

Your husband had gotten up from his seat to put the noodles in a pot when Alex sneezed loudly. Colin stopped halfway looking at you while you approached Alex with concern.

"What was that, hun?" You gently took his chin in your hand, inspecting him.

"I don't know, mommy". Alex sniffed the snot with his nose as he wiped it on a sleeve.

"I already told you not to wipe your snot on your sleeve, you'll make it dirty."

"Sorry mom.."

You looked for a disposable tissue in your purse that Colin handed you and leaned close to your son's face.

"Come here"

You carefully wiped his nose while inspecting his nasal passages for any possible infection or irritation but found nothing alarming.

"Well It seems like you don't have any infection, maybe it's a simple allergy. "My love, was he like this all day?" You turned to look at your husband who returned a worrying look.

"Actually no, he was perfect. Just now he started sneezing"

You put your arms on your hips as you looked at your son thoughtfully who looked back at you a little scared.

"But he had already had a cold last week, right?"

Colin nodded. You still remembered what it had been like last week. Alex had had a fever and cough and had stayed in bed resting as the doctor had said. The poor thing couldn't leave the house to play with his friends and spent time eating soups that he considered very bland.

Worried, you walked quickly to your bedroom to look for Alex's vaccination record. You checked that everything was in order, Alex had all the vaccines from when he was a few months old baby. But he was missing the measles vaccine, which he had to get at age 5. Alarmed, you returned to the kitchen with the booklet in your hand. Alex had a terrified face when he saw it, he already knew that the storm was about to break loose.

"Colin, Alex doesn't have the measles vaccine and he's already 6, he must get it as soon as possible".

When the little boy heard the word vaccine, he jumped in his chair.

"Sure, it makes sense. The symptoms are fever, cough and runny nose, that's what he suffered last week"

"Come on, bring the car keys, we have to take him to the nearest hospital".

The detective grabbed the keys that were hanging on a cute keychain on the wall hand painted by Alex and you grabbed your purse and put on a jacket. When you called your son, he got out of the chair scared, getting as far away from the two of you as possible.

"NO!". He yelled

The two of you were about to open the door when the child's scream made you turn around to see him. When the little naughty boy made sure he had both of your attention, he returned to the charge, shouting.

"I DON'T WANNA GO TO THE DOCTOR AND I DON'T WANT VACCINES!!!"

Alex crossed his arms angrily as he furrowed his eyebrows so tightly that his forehead became wrinkled.

"Alexis Zabel!"

You put your hands on your hips, also furrowing your eyebrows, looking at him defiantly, you could play that game too. Everyone in the family knew that when you called your son by his full name it was because you had exhausted your patience and he was in serious trouble.

Colin took a step forward, trying to calm the atmosphere and cut the tension that would be felt in the air.

"Come on Alex, don't make mom angry, don't make it harder".

The detective approached with his arms open to grab his son but the boy was faster and ran screaming towards his room as if he had a rocket up his ass.

"NOOOOO!"

You ran in his direction, annoyed. "Alexis come here immediately!"

Colin grabbed your arm. "Wait, let me talk to him."

You huffed in agreement while your husband smiled at you, caressing your wrist. Colin headed to his son's room. His dark wooden door was decorated with posters of dinosaurs and robots. He knocked on the door twice.

"Alex? It's me, daddy. Can I come in?"

The man heard Alex's muffled voice from being behind the thick door giving him a negative answer, from his tone of voice he seemed still angry.

"Please son I just want to talk I promise"

Zabel waited anxiously by the door when a slight movement of the handle made him sigh in relief. Alex's chubby face barely peeked out of the space he had left open.

"Fine, come in"

Colin walked in smiling. Alex's room was quite big. The walls were decorated with drawings and posters of his favorite cartoons. There were also shelves with dolls and stuffed animals piled up, many of them were dinosaurs, he loved them. His toy trunk also had fire engines, tanks and racing cars that the boy had even taken charge of naming. The bed where the boy was sitting was shaped like a car and his blankets had drawings of prehistoric animals and plants. Colin sat next to his son who remained very serious.

"Listen Al, I know you don't want to get vaccinated but it's for your own good.". Colin used to use that pet name with his son.

"Adults always say that". Alex crossed his arms and turned his face away so as not to see his father.

"But it's because it's the truth. You know?, when I was your age I didn't want to get vaccinated either."

Alex's little face lit up in surprise as she turned to look at him. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Look, if you promise to behave like the brave boy I know you are, on the way out, I promise to buy you the biggest ice cream you want".

"You promise?". Said the boy smiling

Colin extended his pinky in promise. "Pinky promise, kid"

Alex intertwined his pinky with his father's, laughing happily as they both left the room, but not before grabbing a toy car for Alex to entertain himself and calm down. You continued waiting at the door impatiently moving one foot up and down until you saw them leave the room.

"We can go now". Your husband said smiling.

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The ride to the hospital was quite quiet, from time to time you would take quick glances at Alex who was calmly playing with his toy in the back seat. Colin sensed your nervousness and grabbed your hand firmly, smiling at you while he held the steering wheel with the other.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." He whispered to you

You nodded, smiling. Everything seemed calm and correct, but when he arrived at the establishment and got out of the car, Alex saw the facade of the hospital and the fear returned to him, so he started screaming and kicking to get back to the car. You grabbed your son's hand, pulling him with Colin's help to get him into the hospital but Alex couldn't stop crying. The detective crouched down next to his son.

"Remember what we talked about, if you continue like this there will be no ice cream"

Colin's slightly threatening tone brooked no reply. Alex was going to say something but upon looking into his father's intimidating eyes he decided to remain silent. So, with a dejected air and the face of a lamb about to go to the slaughterhouse, they headed inside the building. Of course the boy carried the toy car under his arm. In the waiting room there were many children more or less his age, some teenagers and babies a few months old. With a sad and scared face, Alex sat between his parents to await his fatal fate. The other children also seemed somewhat dejected.

You knew how tortuous it is for a child to be vaccinated, you still remember when you went nervously to the waiting room to get an injection when you were a child. And honestly the screams and cries that came from the door where the vaccines were given was not exactly relaxing. That's why you took your son's delicate hand in yours, squeezing it gently to give him warmth, courage and protection.

"Sweetheart, you can do it, I trust you. And when we get into the room I will be with you the entire time and I will hold your hand so it doesn't hurt."

Your son wiped a small tear that was almost dry from his rosy cheek and looked at you with a shy smile.

"Alright, if you say so..."

The hours passed and the waiting room was emptying. There were only two people left ahead of you. Many of the children came out smiling with tears in their eyes, others didn't say anything and looked at the ground as they walked. Then a plump older woman called them by Alex's full name. The little boy did not want to go but he remembered his father's promise and bravely squeezed your hand and headed to the room while your husband sat waiting outside.

The injection room was beige and the walls were decorated with paintings of animals to calm the children, you weren't sure if it really worked. There was also a medium-sized window with baby blue curtains that overlooked a garden full of flowering bushes. You directed your distracted gaze there when the woman brought you out of your thoughts.

"Okay, so this is little Alex Zabel."

The lady was wearing a dark blue nurse's uniform and was smiling affably. You looked at your son who could only look down holding on to his toy car.

"Oh it's ok honey, it'll just be a little prick". The woman said

Alex's eyes were starting to water again so you tenderly wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a protective gesture. "Sweetie everything will be fine, you'll see"

The nurse told Alex to sit in a chair and roll up the sleeve of his shirt so she could give him the injection. She also asked him which arm he wanted the injection in and the boy pointed to his left arm. The good-natured woman began to prepare the needle, taking one out of a sterilized envelope that was in a plastic box full of them. When you saw them, a slight chill ran down your spine. You still remembered your first vaccine as if it were yesterday and you understood everyone more than ever. those children who came out crying.

Alex also saw the needles and buried his face in your chest, scared. You grabbed her hand and whispered the words you had said before "Remember, mommy is here and I won't let go of your hand."

The little boy nodded and sat up straight in his chair, squeezing your hand tightly as he showed his left arm to the nurse. She tapped the needle with her gloved hands to make the liquid go down.

"Alright, little Alex, take a deep breath."

Alex closed his eyes tightly until his nose wrinkled and he squeezed your hand even harder as it started to hurt, never underestimate the strength of a scared 6 year old child. It was barely a second until the nurse announced that she was finished.

"Done! You see it wasn't that big of a deal?".She laughed sweetly

Your son opened his brown eyes wide and looked at his arm in surprise, looking for any cut or wound, both women laughed and the nurse carefully squeezed his arm with cotton.

"Hold this cotton in your arm for a few minutes, then you could throw it away. Aaand." The woman took out a red popsicle from a jar and handed it to the child who was looking with bright, greedy eyes. "This is for you, for being such a brave child."

"That's very kind, thank you" You said to the nurse and looked at your son "You thank her too, Alex."

The little one had already put the lollipop in his mouth without thinking twice and didn't even take it out to respond "Thzank yough"

Mother and son left the small room hand in hand, happy and laughing. Colin was already standing waiting for them with a relieved smile on his face.

"So? How did my little champion do?"

"Oh he was incredible, he didn't cry even once"

"And look daddy!!, the nurse gave me a lollipop for being good!"

"Oh look at that!"

Colin lifted the boy into his arms giving him a kiss on the cheek while you held his toy.

"It seems that today you are going to stuff yourself with so many sweet things"

"What does that mean?". You asked funny and curious

"It means daddy will buy me ice cream!!!"

Colin looked down, smiling a little embarrassed for not telling his wife about the deal.

"Oh yeah? Well I guess daddy can buy ice cream for everyone too." You said laughing and giving your husband a kiss on the cheek.

Colin laughed and agreed to pay for the other ice creams. They returned to the car happy, heading to the nearest ice cream parlor, eager to try that sweet and frozen dessert.

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I have read many stories where Colin is the father of a girl, so I wanted to write a story where he had a son.

By the way, I wrote this after reading the @sweeter-innocence-fics fic. Thanks for being an inspiration for this, you can read her Colin fic here

[bluecoolr]

What if Vincent and Bo just drowned y/n with affection for an entire day, never letting em lift an arm

LAZY DAY CUDDLES WITH THE SINCLAIR TWINS

Honestly, you don't know how much I need this 😩😩😩

Lets be real, both these boys give off major lazy energy. The only real day work they do involves tinkering with their big boy toys of choice (cars and art). Messy house I can excuse, but the mountain of dirty dishes? 💀 Femme Y/N? Always wanted to be a princess? Well, get ready because you're entering your Cinderella era 💕

However, on days when neither you or your Sinclair of choice feel like doing anything, they're more than happy to just stay in bed and be affectionate.

Bo

He is so fucking clingy

He doesn't like to admit it but he is! Usually he prefers if you do the clinging when you're in public, but in private he's all over you.

It's also him being possessive but yk

First thing in the morning, he'll pull you against him and tell you he wants 5 more minutes.

Lots of little kisses on your cheek, your neck, your shouders, your lips.

Soft, content little hums.

5 more minutes become an hour and Vincent is wondering why breakfast isn't ready.

Bo's a hefty dude, and when he drapes his leg over yours, you're locked in.

You don't complain. He's so very warm and his hugs are so nice.

Once you're both fully awake, you just lay there and talk about anything - giggling like a pair of teenagers in love.

All the while, you're constantly touching; running your hands over each other's sides, caressing each other's faces.

Bo's always the sweetest and tenderest in the morning. Over all you're getting a lot of praise and compliments from him, no matter how cheesy.

He'll tell you how pretty your eyes are and that your hair looks nice (freaking liar XD)

Either you stay in bed all day and he goes and puts something together for breakfast lunch n dinner (don't expect it to be that good btw) and you eat it there, or you eventually come down to cook together.

Although, Bo jokingly tells you to stay out of his way. He fully intends to have you kick back - if just for the day.

You hang out on the couch and watch TV

He strokes your hip while you're stretched out and lying on his lap or chest. He runs his fingers through your hair.

Vincent

Vincent's even more clingy than Bo.

He practically wraps himself around you while you're in bed.

He rests his head on your chest, feeling you breathe and listening to your heart beat. You can comb through his hair with your fingers while he's at it, he loves that.

His hug is so tight it's like he's afraid that if he lets up for even a second you'll slip away and disappear.

He'll talk with you too, but not as much as Bo. He's a little more concerned with appreciating you than anything else.

He wants you to know that he appreciates everything that you do, and that he's grateful that you stuck with him after everything.

Will give you a backrub if you want, he knows you work so hard around the house.

Plants little kisses on your back while he's at it.

He also likes to feel your skin on his cheek - appreciates how smooth and soft it is.

If you have scars, and if you're comfortable with that, he'll give them light kisses.

If you have freckles or beauty marks he traces them and tries to commit them to memory.

He'll make you breakfast, too.

Nothing gourmet (he and Bo like to say that). He was a sad tinfoil-wrapped old food eating bachelor before you came around, so-

He'll sit in bed next to you, just sketching away, while you do your thing (reading, drawing, sewing, knitting, you name it. He loves it when you two create together).

[raythekiller]

what are your personal headcanons for the pretty ladies? i don't see enough people requesting them 😭

🗒 ❛ General Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Kate The Chaser, Clockwork, Jane The Killer, Nina The Killer

#Notes: on god I love women

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꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Kate The Chaser

She used to be in the track team while in highschool, which is why she's so fast now. Not mute, but basically non-verbal, so like Hoodie she communicates mostly through notes or ASL. When she does talk, her voice is very low and raspy, never above a whisper. Almost never spends any time in the manor, opting instead on sleeping in a tent in the woods around it, even though she has a perfectly good room waiting for her. Speaking of her room, it has basically no decoration or personality in it since she stepped inside of it like, 2 times since joining Slenderman.

Genuinely loves kids. Sally calls her "Aunt Kate" and it's just the cutest damn thing ever. Kinda wishes she could have some of her own, but given her environment that's pretty out of the question. Actually quite good friends with Hoodie and Toby, having a sibling relationship with both of them. Hoodie because she likes the fact he can't speak and they communicate in a similar way, plus he's just pleasant to be around, and Toby because she genuinely finds his shenanigans funny (even if she never laughs). However, doesn't like Masky one bit, and he's one of the main reasons why she works alone instead of with the other proxies. Also, super random, but she listens to Billie Eilish.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Clockwork

She has a buzzcut and I WILL fight anyone on this. Long hair gets in the way of her killing, also the hoes love bitches with short hair. She's a total womanizer, even though she's technically bisexual, women just hit different for her in general. Toby actually had a thing for her for the longest time and was pretty obvious about it, but in all honesty she finds him... Well, weird, so it was a hard no from her and now they kind of have this bad blood between them and avoid being in the same room together cause it just gets awkward. She loves drawing, mostly tradicional art with no colors, and hands it on her bedroom walls. They're covered head to toe in various different sketches.

Again, speaking of her room, it's the definition of those indie rooms you find on Pinterest. She loves plants as has like, 20 of them just laying around on shelves, windowsills and the floor. Also, she's not super into videogames, but she loves The Last Of Us and got Ellie's tattoo on her arm (y'know, the one with some plants and a moth). She has a guitar, but honestly spent more time decorating it with stickers and such than learning how to play.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Jane The Killer

My version of Jane is Jane Richardson, the one who was a government experiment, so she's one of the only creeps (if not the only one) who doesn't live in the manor or talks with any of the others. In fact, she hates almost all of them. Not as much as Jeff, but still. The only person she's okay with is Clockwork because they met before she even knew Natalie was a serial killer and found her flirting funny, so they're kind of friends now despite the probabilities. When she does bump into some of the other creeps, Masky avoids her like the plague (she scares him). She's a trad goth AND listens to the music, mostly Evanescence and Within Temptation.

Definitely knows how to play the piano. Personality speaking, she didn't change much after the tragedies happened - she's still the loving, caring person she was before, even if a bit more cynical. She believes in kindness and how it persists even in the worst of situations, and she's not about to let some emo bitch boy turn her bitter.

꒰⸝⸝₊⛓┊Nina The Killer

Has every nail polish color in existence and is the reason why most of the creeps nails are painted (yes, even Jeff. She did it while he was sleeping). Speaking of Jeff, they actually don't get along in a mutual sense. Sure, she was obsessed with him, but that was before meeting the sleazy fuck that he actually is and not the prince she fantasized about. She does, however, get along great with Toby, who's one of the only people who can match her energy and so they hang out all the time. She was also obsessed with true crime and generally any morbid media, like Death Note (Misa was her bisexual awakening). Also, definitely collects Monster High dolls.

As any alt kid, she loves fashion and customizing her own clothes. Has patch skirts and tie-dye shirts and everything in between. Absolutely a scene girl, her favorite bands are Mindless Self Indulgence and Get Scared. May or may not write weird fanfic in the notes app about the singers, who knows. She loves playing Stardew Valley and will go days on end without sleeping, trying to save up enough money to upgrade her barn.

[voylitscope]

Stucky Recs: Brooklyn Stories for Brooklyn Boys

It's Brooklyn story time.

Obviously, a lot of Stucky fics are technically Brooklyn stories. Theoretically, all pre-canon fics are Brooklyn stories.

But. I have weirdly specific rules about it for the purposes of this rec list. To be a Brooklyn story, Brooklyn itself has to be part of/very relevant to the story somehow. Brooklyn can't just be the setting/location. So, as an example, a fic Steve and Bucky spend the entirety of inside their pre-war apartment is a story that takes place in Brooklyn, but it is not a Brooklyn story.

These twelve fics are Brooklyn stories.

Note: As part of my personal campaign to combat the persistent idea that every great fic in this fandom was written in 2015, I'm now marking recs of fics written post-2016 and recs of fics written post-Endgame.

Canon Brooklyn Boys

🚉 Nice Work If You Can Get It |  reserve | Mature | 12,900 words|

Hi, have you read this delight of a pre-war fic featuring Steve and Bucky befriending showgirls? Because if you haven't, you absolutely should. I always enjoy a pre-war fic that leans heavily into Steve's art as a plot point, and a Steve who hangs out backstage at a theater and gets paid to draw posters/fliers? I love it. We've also got a Bucky who spends a couple thousand words trying to understand why Steve spending so much time with very pretty showgirls and drawing them bothers him so much, and then another several thousand words actively pining (while working at a theater!) after he figures it out.

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Bucky resists the urge to drop his head into his hands and mope. Instead, he gathers himself up, and splashes cold water over his face at the kitchen sink. He pulls the dingy quilt off their sofa, grabs his Luckies, a book, and the mug, and takes himself out onto the fire escape.

Outside, he curls up with his back against this crumbling brick, and his workboots against the iron railing. He tucks the blanket around himself to keep the chill at bay, lights up a cigarette and wills away lingering arousal that won't quit. The cold air feels good on his hot face, and the coffee mug feels good in his cold hands. The cigarette smoke tugs the chilly air into his lungs with each drag, and he wishes he could burn his feelings away.

Williamsburg and the Domino plant feel very distant even though he’s still sore about the whole thing. He’s sore about Steve and he’s sore about Louise, and he’s extra sore about wanting Steve all to himself for reasons that go well beyond friendship. He's sore all around, right down to his heart.

🚉Ill With Want |  thedoubteriswise | Mature | 26,99 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

This is a pre-war gem, and it's one of my very favorites. It's sweet, aching, and laced with humor, and the Bucky voice, the Bucky and Steve dynamic/relationship, and the overall characterization are just beautifully done. Honestly, I've read this fic a few times, and I think I love it a little more every time I do. Featuring a Steve who both makes and teaches art, a Bucky who tries and fails miserably at not being desperately in love with Steve, a late 1930s Brooklyn gay bar Bucky visits with wide eyes, parties and classrooms filled with Brooklyn artists, a very earnest conversation over library books about Watson and Holmes' possible feelings for each other, and Steve getting paid to draw porn.

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Bucky’s stupid with how much he wants him, too crazy over his long eyelashes and narrow hips to read anything clearly. Is Steve thinking about kissing Bucky too, or does Bucky just wish he was?

He pictures confessing, but all he can imagine is Steve rejecting him.

The thing is, he knows how kind he’d be. He’d tell Bucky how much he cares about him, how flattered he is that of all the guys Bucky’s fucked up heart could want, it landed on him. He’d say how much he wishes he could give Bucky what he wants, and he’d mean it, because Steve loves making him happy. For all his piss and vinegar, Steve’s the gentlest guy on earth when he’s got someone’s heart in his hands. Bucky should know; that’s where his has been for as long as he can remember.

Bucky would nod and try to brush it off, act like it’s nothing but a crush that’ll go away with time. He would have a definitive ‘no,’ and maybe he could move on, but it would be like having his heart cut out with nail scissors - slow, careful, and excruciating beyond belief.

🚉Painted in Indigo | nekare | Mature | 11,031 words

Another charming pre-war delight. I really enjoy the way Steve's thought process is written here, and I love the dynamic between Steve and Bucky. This fic features a lot of Steve, who knows how he feels about Bucky, trying to puzzle out and rationalize Bucky's actions in a way that makes them completely platonic. Because obviously, they must be, right? Also featuring a revelation on a sunny birthday afternoon in Prospect Park.

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He’s rougher with the bruise high on Steve’s cheek, clearly still mad. When he reaches his split lip though, his touch gentles, dabbing at it until all the blood is gone, but instead of moving his hand it stays there, thumb moving until it’s resting against his mouth, so softly Steve can barely feel it. When he looks up, Bucky is staring transfixed at his fingertips on Steve, his own lower lip between his teeth. He looks a bit dazed, and the full weight of his attention makes Steve’s heart quicken.

He smells good, slightly sweaty and a bit sweet from the peach canning factory he works in. Steve will never breathe a word of it, but he’s absurdly fond of these moments, with Bucky so close in between his legs, his hands soft on Steve’s hair as he moves his head. Sometimes he forgets himself, probably muscle memory from being with some girl, and he rubs little circles on Steve’s neck, and Steve will invariably end up squirming with want.

“What,” he finally says when the moment stretches for too long.

🚉Take Your Time Coming Home | odetteandodile | Mature | 13,047 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

Technically, this is a pre-war AU and not quite canon. Or, maybe it's more like canon divergence preventing them from becoming inseparable as kids, but leaving them both in Brooklyn and hyper-aware of each other, and having them still end up obsessed with each other, living together (and inseparable) by their early twenties. Can canon diverge two decades before canon actually starts? Is that a thing? I have no idea, but I absolutely love this fic. Featuring many discussions of 1930s Brooklyn gay bars, falling in love through letter writing, a very uncooperative bed, a highly memorable birthday celebration, ID porn, and the unfairly charming and adorable mental image of kid Bucky being amazed by scrappy and angry kid Steve, even when they didn't know each other.

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“Oh Steve,” says a soft, deep voice above him—decidedly not his mother’s, “you idiot I told you to stay dry…”

It takes a few more moments for Steve to process that there is a cool, soothing hand on his forehead. But it’s not his mother’s smooth, slim one, but large and calloused…

The dream finally fades entirely, his still feverish brain slow to find the line between it and reality. But once it does, he forces himself to open his burning, bleary eyes. And he immediately wonders if he actually has awoken, or if the scene around him is just a new product of his sick-addled hallucinations.

There’s daylight in the apartment, and he’s shivering under only one of the four blankets he’d initially fallen asleep beneath.

And Bucky Barnes is sitting beside him on the edge of the bed, a hand on Steve’s forehead and a look of deep concern across his face.

🚉Three White Horses | magdaliny | Mature | 16,601 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

Moving from Pre-war to this canon divergence post-TWS fic. I should note that this one isn't a light read. However, that's primarily because this fic allows Steve to be really, really not okay. This fic sits with Steve in low and depressed places and stays with him as he hits rock bottom. It doesn't turn away. It's brutal, but gorgeous too. It's heavy, but it gives Steve, and Steve's grief, the respect they deserve. And, eventually, it pulls him out. Steve's devastation has him running home in this fic, and Brooklyn serves as both a hideout and a painful reminder of the things he can never get back. The depiction of Steve and Bucky's relationship, both in Steve's memories of the past, and in the place this fic eventually ends up, is stunningly beautiful. (There's a happy ending here.)

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Steve, still too sweaty-palmed to tear anything up without sticking to it, had set a fire on a broken plate with one of his asthma cigarettes and was feeding it strips of paper. He'd glanced over to find Bucky looking more miserable than any human being has a right to look, talking as evenly as he was, and Steve had almost put one knee in the fire trying to reach him.

“I don't wanna lose you too,” Bucky'd said, high and off-balance, when Steve grabbed his arm.

Steve had apologized and hugged him hard enough to hurt them both, and Bucky'd ended up taking him to bed. They hadn't slept. In the morning Steve had felt bee-stung, battered: but thawed out. In the Arctic there's whole months where the sun doesn't come up over the horizon, and in real life that first day is probably just a momentary sliver of light, but Steve didn't know that at the time, and he'd imagined a luminous dawn. Moments later he hadn't needed to imagine it any longer, because there wasn't anything in the world more luminous than Bucky's face, barely awake and entirely uncensored: his eyes when he looked at Steve.

But Bucky isn't here.

(Note: I debated properly putting This, You Protect in this post. But A) it straddles the line of qualifying as Brooklyn fic for the purposes of the list, and B) it's such a beloved fandom classic that I feel pretty sure the large majority of people have already read it. That said, if you haven't read it, you very much should.)

Brooklyn Shrunkyclunkys

🚇Beyond the Yellow Book Road | crinklefries | teen | 30,057 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

This is a very, very pretty fic, and Steve and Bucky are very, very cute about each other in it. It's a heartwarming read and one of those specific sorts of Shrunkyclunks where meeting Bucky brightens a recently brought-out-the-ice-Steve's whole life in all of about an hour — where it changes Steve's whole life within a few weeks. It's one of those fics where Steve is still trying to make sense of the 21st century, and it's meeting Bucky that helps more than anything else. Featuring books, flirting, slow burn, snow, and some slow dancing.

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Slowly, Steve stops needing an excuse to come back. He treads the quickly familiar streets up through Williamsburg as often as he can—during the week, on the weekend, before missions, and definitely after missions.

He’s passing by after grabbing brunch with Natasha and Clint one day—apparently the future is obsessed with mashing breakfast and lunch foods together and drowning both with a side of mimosas—and sees a new display of books in the window. He goes in.

“Buck?” Steve calls, before even looking for him. “What’s the Golden State killer and why is it the ‘Hot Staff Pick of the month’? Also is the pick hot or is the staff hot? It’s very unclear.”

“Both, Steve,” Bucky says, coming down the stairs at the back of the store. He has a rubber band in his mouth and he’s putting his hair up. Tendrils of curls hang loose, framing his face, and Steve feels an almost indiscernible lurch in his chest. “The correct answer is both.”

🚇Not In The Answer But The Question | aimmyarrowshigh @aimmyarrowshigh | Teen | 27,382 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

Steve's difficult relationship with being both Steve Rogers and Captain America, and his ability to possibly reconcile those things while still letting any Steve show through is always one of my favorite things to see tackled in fic. This fic does it so gorgeously. This is a Steve who starts this fic so lost, but who is able to find bits of his past and of himself — who is then able to find a real direction, a purpose, for his future. There's so much warmth and hope in this fic, tied to an incredibly kind and gently encouraging Bucky and the relationship they slowly and satisfyingly build.

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Natasha climbs one of Steve’s legs like she’s a boa constrictor. “You seem happier.”

“I’m a happy guy,” Steve says, deadpan, as he tries to shake her off.

“You’re a terrible liar.” Natasha manages to get onto his back and starts to slam her elbows into the top of his head. “You’re a lot of things, Rogers, nice things, even, but you’re not a happy guy.”

Steve’s ears are ringing by the time he flips Natasha off his shoulders and onto the mat.

He kneels on her sternum.

“Maybe not,” he admits. “But nobody asked Captain America to be happy.”

🚇Love Thy Neighbor | hermionesmydawg | Mature | 7,842 words

A fic featuring a Bucky and Steve who annoy each other at first. It lasts less than a week. Nomad Steve is a Brooklyn vigilante. Bucky's a nurse whose new neighbor is a hot irritating vigilante who is making Bucky think there might have been truth to those Captain America rumors after all. Such a fun read. I also really appreciate that at one point in this fic, an injured Steve seeks out his new neighbor and is like, "I've seen you in scrubs are, you a doctor?" When Bucky says he's a nurse, Steve tells him that's better.

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He helps walk Steve the short distance to his apartment. The idiot didn't even lock the door, what the hell is wrong with this guy? "I'll check on you after work tomorrow. Try not to get shot or stabbed in the next twenty-four hours, okay? I'd hate to have to threaten you with a lamp in my underwear again."

"You threatening me with a lamp in your underwear was basically the highlight of my year, but I'll be on good behavior."

Bucky blinks. That's it. That's all.

"G'night Bucky." Then Steve's closing the door in Bucky's shocked face, because he's just not good at this. Snark he can do all day but that was genuine, maybe.

Modern Brooklyn AUs

🏬If This is as Far as We Go | BeauRadley | Mature | 124,186 words | **Post-Endgame Rec**

You know how sometimes a fic hits you a lot harder than you think it will? This fic is about a Steve and Bucky who were totally just friends with benefits. No feelings involved! So now things have ended and they're completely fine, of course. Which — 10/10 tropes I am always here for. Sign me up. This fic, though, is also about a Steve who has shut down more than he realizes, and who has built walls around himself made of his own guilt. (Wow, what a Steve thing to do!) This is about pain Steve isn't even letting himself acknowledge, but that's keeping him away from so many things — Bucky, Brooklyn itself, and his own happiness. it's a huge journey for Steve, who, honestly, starts this fic in a pretty terrible mental health place. It's incredibly well done, and the ending really got to me. There's also a fantastic, hard stuff handled really well, Bucky family subplot.

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But Bucky turned right, leading straight in that direction instead of left, the way Steve had come. It made sense, of course. Right took them into the heart of the neighborhood, to the cluster of coffee shops and diners, bars and bakeries, that made up the fabric of the place.

Bucky started walking, shoving his phone, keys and wallet into his pockets as he did so, but Steve stood for a moment, debating. He couldn’t pass up this chance with Bucky, the only one he might ever get, but passing his mom’s apartment?

Bucky looked over his shoulder. “You comin’ or what, Rogers?” he asked, a little impatiently.

Steve opened his mouth, closed it again. Tried to form words. He didn’t want to sound pathetic, refusing to walk past his childhood home like it still had some power over him, like he was weak. “I…” he began, and then understanding seemed to dawn on Bucky. His expression, before a little disgruntled, softened.

“Hey,” he said, and his tone was kind. “I forgot. First time back here since your mom, yeah?” Steve nodded, not trusting himself to speak in case he started to cry.

🏬6 Avenue Local |  mambo | teen | 10,630 words | *Post-2016 Rec*

Listen, it's a childhood-friends-Steve-and-Bucky surprise reunion on the subway. They also go to Coney Island! A fun as hell one-shot with plenty of feelings, really great banter, and a generous pinch of Bucky angst. Really delightful and really charming.

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Steve snorts. “Yeah, I’ve got a boiled chicken breast in my pocket right now,” he says. “Want some?”

“Depends — which pocket has it been in?”

“Front left,” Steve says.

“Then nah.” Bucky picks up his milkshake and starts sipping it through the straw.

“And why’s that?” Steve asks, curious about Bucky’s logic here.

Bucky puts his glass down and swallows. He gesticulates with his hand while he talks; the movements are achingly familiar to Steve. Even if Bucky’s appearance has changed, this hasn’t. Bucky had always been a storyteller with a dramatic flair. Everyone’s eyes would be on him when he started to speak. Only Bucky Barnes could make a conversation about pocket chicken and make it interesting. “If it’s in the front pocket, it’d be lukewarm. Back pocket? It’d be warm. Simple as that. I don’t want to eat lukewarm pocket chicken. Warm pocket chicken? I could be convinced under the correct circumstances.”

🏬A long way from the playground | tesselated | Explicit | 27,366 words

One of the things I adore about this fic is that Bucky's POV voice thinks about things like how, these days, he only sees Steve, like, once a week, most weeks, and how he misses him, okay? And Steve and Bucky have conversations about how sometimes, they hang out but there are other people there too, and ugh, they miss being roommates. Which is exactly as weirdly codependent and obsessed with each other as I like my Steve and Buckys who grew up together to be. There is also a lot of Becca Barnes in this fic, and I always very much appreciate that. Plus: It's fake dating! For Becca's wedding!

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“Hi, Steve. Please eat something, you’re making me weak just looking at you.” Bucky’s mom says, but she grins at Steve while she says it.

Steve grins sheepishly and picks up a plate from the kitchen counter, piling brisket onto it dutifully.

Bucky’s family love having Steve at family functions as much as he enjoys being there, and a main reason is that he is a scrawny empty vessel for them to place their ill-founded worries about their own children starving into. Steve, bless him, has never fought it, always nodding seriously as if he agrees that if he doesn’t eat another serving he may actually die.

🏬Last Train Home (series) | sparkagrace @sparkagrace | Teen | 20,470 words | **Post-Endgame Rec** A series and not a single fic, but Very Brooklyn and Very recommend. This is a modern Steve and Bucky who fall for each fast and proceed to be the sweetest and most romantic about it. I love this series and the way it shows this relationship in moments, both tiny everyday ones and massive big deal ones as these two fall even harder and join their lives together. It's a complete delight and never fails to be incredibly heartwarming.

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Since that night in the bar, everything with Bucky has felt so surreally right. He knows his friends accuse him of falling fast occasionally, but this time there’s something stirring in his gut that’s telling him that he was meant to be at that bar that January night. He was meant to witness Bucky on a terrible date with someone who only sounded good on paper and checked all the right boxes, but wasn’t the right person at all. His mom likes astrology and believes in things happening for a reason, something that Steve used to struggle with believing in too, but he can’t deny that maybe there is something up there that set this collision course for them to meet.

Steve has fallen fast and he’s fallen hard, and reasonably it could all end tomorrow, but Steve also knows that this is forever.

(Somewhere, deep down, he thinks that Bucky might feel the same way too.)

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👕Thursday Nights with Bucky Barnes | Ellessey | Teen | 4,662 |**Post-Endgame Rec**

Truly, we're so very fortunate to have fics in every trope/au type imaginable in Stucky fandom — Including ones that don't really show up in other fandoms. I don't mean the obvious ones like Shrunkyclunks/Shrinkyclinks here. No, I mean, I have personally read at least four fics about Steve and Bucky meeting and then hooking up at a laundromat. And, while this is not, you know, never a thing in other fandoms, I feel like that is a disproportionate and oddly large amount to have accidentally run into. I have to think this is, at least in large part, connected to the Brooklyn thing. Which is why, even though it doesn't technically fit my rules, I'm sticking a very fun example of a laundromat fic on this list, featuring a grouchy skinny Steve and charming as hell Bucky, who is hopelessly charmed by Steve at first sight.

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"You're… how are you asking that?" Bucky says, sounding genuinely baffled. "You're gorgeous, you teach little kids, save the planet, befriend curmudgeonly old men—" "Berate strangers for cleaning too much…"

Bucky grins and shrugs his big, perfect shoulders. Steve is fighting such a losing battle here. They're standing so close together now that he has to look up, which he hates, as a rule. But Bucky's pecs are at eye level, and then the stubble on his jaw, the little shadows below his broad cheekbones, and that lock of hair curling over his forehead are all happening above that, so… what the hell. Looking up isn't so terrible.

Up next: Cabin and small town recs.

Fic Rec Series

[links-in-time]

Twilight Warriors - Chapter 4

Warriors takes the older members of the Chain to a tavern in his Castle Town. Wars doesn't have the best time.

Unfortunately because he's one of my favourite boys, Warriors is usually the target of my whump fics.

A bit of smutt at the beginning but it doesn't carry on in this one, though drinking is a theme and drugs are mentioned. Wars struggling with inner thoughts. (Sorry Link)

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It was true the realities of having fun on the road, during this gruelling and sometimes infuriating journey, were often out of reach. Sky and Hyrule in particular often tried to boost morale in the evenings around the campfire. Sky would play his harp or Hyrule would suggest games of his own invention. However, more often than not the Chain were nursing wounds, struggling with sleepless nights, or generally feeling homesick. Others, struggled in different ways.

"I can't wait to get you into a real bed," Twilight huffed into Warriors ear, his fingers deep in Warriors ass.

"Mmm, fingering me in the woods not good enough for you now Rancher?!" Wars sighed.

His trembling fingers gripped the trunk of the tree as Twilight changed his angle.

"Oh fuck!" Wars uttered shakily.

"Cum for me my love, I wanna fuck you properly so bad!" Twi grunted, resting his head against Warriors shoulder as he pushed a third finger into his ass.

Wars' gasp caught in his throat as he came. His back arched as Twilight removed his fingers and wrapped his arms around his lover. Twi hugged Wars against himself and let out a long sigh.

"I guess patrol is over for tonight, I'm on first watch," Wars murmured.

He slowly untangled himself from Twilight and rearranged his clothing. Twi noticed Wars' scarf had disappeared from his neck and quickly set about searching for it. In the evening gloom the forest was cast in shadows. Though the faint glow of the campfire was still visible through the brush a short walk away. That was a rule they had established early in their relationship. No matter how badly they wished to be alone, they would never leave their brothers undefended or in danger. Keeping the glow of the campfire in sight kept them both reassured that if something were to happen, they would at least hear any shouts through the trees.

"Here you go Wars," said Twi, as he found and picked up Warriors scarf.

"Thanks."

Twi plucked off a dead leaf before Wars took the scarf and looped it once around his neck, fixing it in place again with his silver brooch.

"I know Zelda gave you the scarf, but did she give you that too?" Twi asked, pointing at the brooch on Warriors shoulder.

"No, it was a gift from my first commanding officer upon being named Captain. He said that whether I got the promotion because I was the hero or not, he said I deserved it on my own merits. This pin was his way of making sure I remembered that. Of reminding me that, even though, I am who I am, the hero isn't everything I am."

"Definitely not, you're an excellent lover too!" Twilight asserted, leaning in to peck Warriors cheek.

"Hmm, I guess you're a pretty good authority on that!" Wars chuckled.

"Course I am. And I don't know if it means anything to you, but I couldn't care less that you're a hero too. You're wonderful Link, I'd love you in any time, in any Hyrule." Twilight's voice dropped as he leaned in to kiss Wars again.

When Twi drew back Wars fixed him with a stare which captured his gaze.

"Do you really mean that?"

"Course I do. Why would I say somethin I don't mean?" Twi frowned, confused that Wars seemed to have misunderstood him.

"Sorry, I just... I'm still getting used to the idea of someone loving me for just being me." Wars replied, dropping his gaze slightly.

"Don't apologise to me Link," Twi insisted, tilting Wars' chin up to look him in the eye again. "You can be whoever you want to be with me."

Wars lunged forwards and planted a passionate kiss to Twilight's lips. He pushed his tongue into Twi's mouth and moaned against him. Instead of drawing away, Wars pressed his forehead against Twilight's.

"Thank you Link," Wars whispered.

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Castle Town in Warriors time was a sprawling metropolis, a far cry from the smaller towns and villages the rest of the Chain was used to. But Wars had his favourite parts of town. The quieter corners, places where knights rarely went and where the locals always had a smile and a 'goodeven' Sir', to bestow.

Once he'd settled the chain at an Inn they had visited before, Wars suggested that he and Twilight go out for a drink. Unfortunately they were overheard by Sky and Wild who expressed their desire to join them. Wild invited Legend and Time, who instructed Hyrule to stay at the Inn and keep an eye on Four and Wind.

Four made his feelings about being told to stay with the other youngsters well known, before stalking off towards his room.

"I'll give everyone's gear a look over," he remarked. "Since you philistines always neglect your weapons!"

"Hey!" Sky retorted, gripping the Master Sword a little tighter before he passed it over to Four. "Take that back."

"Sorry Chosen, I know you love Fi. I was talking about the others, mostly!"

After making sure Legend had left all of his weapons at the Inn, Wars lead the way to one of his favourite haunts. A small tavern on a side street just off one of the main boulevards. He noted there were a few more soldiers on the streets these days. Not on duty or patrolling the city, just men on leave from the army. He hoped the tavern wouldn't be too crowded.

Time's imposing figure and probably the markings on his face, cut the group a path to the bar. Where a middle aged couple of women stood serving drinks. One smiled at Time as he announced he'd be paying for the first round of drinks for himself and his friends.

Sky and Legend found a darts board on a wall near the bar, and set about challenging two locals to a match. Time sat with Twilight at a table in the corner in deep conversation. Wild, meanwhile, was talking with the barmaids about their menu. Wars therefore found himself alone at the bar, tankard of ale in his hand and a cheerful smile on his face. He'd decided to leave his scarf and armour at the Inn. He hated it when his scarf got dirty needlessly, and his armour was a nuisance unless it was necessary.

So when a young man with neatly cut chestnut hair sat down at the bar beside Wars, he was a little glad of the company.

"Evening," he sighed, as he gestured for a drink to the barmaid. "You on leave too? Or have you got out of the army altogether? Several of my brothers have gone back to their farms and families all over Hyrule."

"Not you though..?" Wars asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over his new drinking companion. Leaving a gap for him to fill in his name.

"Ross. And nah, city life for me, always has been. What about you, you don't look like the type to run off into the countryside!" The man remarked, taking his ale from the barmaid with a greatful nod and passing over handful of rupies in return.

"I'm torn, I grew up here in Castle Town, but I'm fond of life on the road too," Wars replied, taking a sip of his ale.

"Hmm, you here with anyone friend?"

"My brothers are, around. Somewhere."

Wars turned his gaze around the room, finding most of his friends where he last saw them. Time and Twilight somehow huddled closer than before.

"So not out on a date then?" The young man reiterated, quirking an eyebrow. "On the pull maybe. Handsome guy like you must have to fight them off with a stick! If you don't mind me saying so. I don't wanna pry too much."

"No, I'm not really looking for anyone. Sorry." Wars replied.

He gave the man an apologetic smile before turning his body away from him and returning his attention to his drink. Wars hoped that he might be left alone to enjoy the rest of his night in peace. That was not to be the case however.

"I'm sorry mate, look, let me buy you another drink," the man insisted, waving the barmaid over again.

He insisted on buying another round for the two of them and stopped asking intrusive questions. After Ross passed Wars his fresh tankard, their talk turned back to the war and the places they had served. It was clear to Wars that either his companion didn't know who he was, or was doing a good job of pretending he didn't. But in some ways it was nice to talk to someone about the war who had actually been there. As much as he loved all his brothers, their experiences were very different to his.

As he neared the bottom of his fresh pint Wars found himself smiling. He was getting to like his new friend, he'd even forgotten why he'd tried to turn him away earlier.

"... and then I told him, you can make me do as many pushups as you like Sir, but I'm not scrubbing the bogs!"

Wars' laugh rang out around the tavern, startling those nearby. His companion laughed along with him, reveling in Wars' mirth. He placed a firm hand on Warriors shoulder, squeezing gently. Wars found the contact both comforting and foreign. But something else still felt off. His memory was growing ever more hazy. He knew he had come to the tavern with someone, most likely his brother's. But he couldn't remember what had happened to them. Why weren't they with him. Why was he with this stranger?

"You have a gorgeous laugh my friend," Ross observed, before downing the last of his pint.

"It's been a long time since I've been able to relax and laugh," Wars sighed, those gaps in his memory still niggling at him.

"How about you come back to my place with me, I could help you relax some more?"

Wars' groggy mind quite liked the sound of that idea. Relaxing was a hard thing to do with so many adolescent men around all the time. His usually logical brain should have told him to question being taken somewhere he didn't know. But that part of Warriors brain had been switched off. He didn't know how, but he wasn't worrying about it just then.

"Come on, I've got Gerudo whiskey I've been saving for a memorable occasion," Ross added.

The hand on Warriors shoulder slipped down his back and onto his upper thigh. Wars' breathing hitched and he hiccuped as the hand moved closer and closer to his crotch. The touch brought a little of his mind back to itself and Wars gasped.

"I er...! I'm not sure we should... Please, I think..."

"Shh, don't think. Just come with me," he insisted, leveling his face close to Wars' so he could feel his breath.

Warriors shook his head, which felt dizzy and his head protested the motion. How had he got so drunk so quickly? He'd only had two pints. Wars was many things but he knew he wasn't a lightweight. He tilted his tankard to stare into it's depths. Wars frowned at the residue of some kind of powder at the bottom. His stomach turned.

"What did you put in my drink?" He asked, trying to sound firm but slurring his words. Though he managed to add a little volume.

"I just want you to relax babe." The man insisted, as he rubbed at Warriors thigh.

"Wars!" Twilight practically growled, suddenly very close by. "Are you okay?"

Twilight had cottoned onto Warriors distress and quickly wove his way across the room to his side. He had a hand on Warriors shoulder as he stared daggers at the man sitting beside him.

"Who are you?" Asked the stranger.

"My brothers call me Twilight. My brother Warriors here asked you a question, and I didn't much like your answer. So I'm gonna ask you again, did you put something in his drink?"

With Twilight glaring fixedly at him, Twi expected the man to back down, maybe even apologise and make a quick exit. That would have been the smart thing to do. The right thing. But Twilight was quickly going to learn, this man was neither smart, nor good.

"I just wanted to help him relax, he seemed like he could do with having some fun. It's all good my friend. Now do us a favour and let us get back to our conversation."

"That, was not the smartest thing you could have said just then," Legend remarked, as he appeared at Twilight's right side.

"Alright kid back off, the grownups are trying to have a conversation here."

Legend was about to let a flurry of curse words fly from his mouth that would even put their sailor to shame. But Twilight intervened before he got the chance. In one punch he connected with the man's jaw, knocking Ross from his stool and sending him sprawling across the floor of the tavern.

Table legs scraped across the floor and somewhere someone dropped a glass, smashing it. Silence descended as did a thick tension. No one moved, except the man who was trying to get his feet back under himself, while rubbing at his jaw.

"I'd stay down if I were you," Twilight warned, his voice hard and set as he fought against the urge to hit the man again.

"Twi, what's going on?" Wars asked in a small confused voice.

"Twilight's just teaching this low life some manners Captain," Legend replied nonchalantly, as he stood over the man on the ground.

"Hey now!" One of the women behind the bar exclaimed. "We don't want any trouble in here. You take your business outside or we'll be calling the guards." She warned.

"Wait, did you call him Captain?" The man asked, leaning against the bar in order to haul himself to his feet.

"Captain!" Wars hiccuped, giving everyone a little salute.

"Fuck me!" The man sighed, wide eyed as he stared at Wars with this new revelation.

Before he could say another word, Time and Sky were behind him. Time's fist firmly curled around his collar, as he began yanking him unceremoniously towards the door.

"That's definitely not going to happen. Now I'd keep your moth shut from now on if you know what's good for you," Time grunted, pushing open the door of the tavern with Sky hot on his heels.

"Is he okay luv?" The other barkeep, who had been conversing with Wild asked.

"Asshole put something in his drink," Twi replied grufly. He turned Wars slightly to get a better look at his face.

Warriors eyes were droopy and he felt limp in Twilight's arms. It was difficult to judge weather Wars looked like he was about to throw up, or to fall asleep. Though of course both options were a possibility.

"He'll not be comin back in here again, mark my words!" The woman declared. "My wife's got a pretty good cure for this sort of thing though. Mary, can you grab the tonic. We've got a poor soul here who's having a rough night."

"Who's having a rough night?" Wars asked, looking around at the three boys who were still standing around him.

"It's okay Wars, Time and Sky are dealing with him," Wild assured him, though it didn't really answer Wars' question.

He shrugged and turned back to the bar where a softly smiling woman was handing him a shot glass filled with deep red liquid.

"Here, drink this up hun. It'll help clear your head. Then I suggest your friends help take you home."

"We'll make sure he's safe. Thank you ma'am," Legend insisted with a nod.

Wars stared dubiously at the drink, but after a little encouraging from Twilight, he downed it in one.

"Blagh!" He coughed, "tastes like someone mixed red potion with beetroot and tomato juice!"

"You're not far off," Mary chuckled. "How do you feel now?"

Wars thought hard about that. The holes in his memory had disappeared and the fog clouding his brain had dispersed a little. He still felt a little lightheaded and fuzzy around the edges. But mostly he just felt sad.

"Not great ma'am," was all he could say.

"Well, you seem coherent enough. Can you walk?"

Wars put that to the test and pushed himself off the bar stool. The others backed up to give him some space. Although he was wobbly he announced that, yes, he could walk just fine.

"Thank you for the tonic ma'am, what do I owe you?" Wars asked.

"Tisc, nothing luv. Call it my apology to you for that piece of scum and what he tried to pull. On our hero none the less."

"You know who I am?"

"Course I do luv, and if I'd seen what that piece of work was doin sooner, I'd have hit him harder than you friend here." She insisted. "You will look after him won't you?"

"You have my word miss," Twilight nodded, already looping an arm round Warriors back to support him.

"Well make sure he gets back safely," Wild added.

The four of them left the tavern in more subdued spirits than when they had entered. Wars swayed as he walked, leaning heavily on Twilight. Wild and Legend stayed close by, not that they were expecting more trouble, but they attempted to shield Wars from view of passers by as much as possible.

"You smell good Twi," Wars suddenly announced. "You smell like autumn and fresh hay," he elaborated.

Legend snickered and shot Twilight a questioning look. Twilight just shrugged and endeavoured to hold Wars up straighter.

"You smell like ale Cap," Twi responded. "So how about we get you washed up and into bed?"

"Are you gonna come with me?" He asked, not bothering to whisper.

Twilight's cheeks flushed, and he hoped that the dimly lit streets would help hide his embarrassment.

"We can share a room if you like Wars," Twi replied, trying to keep his voice impassive. "I'm sure the others won't mind."

"- like snuggling with you. Didn't like that man from before. He was rude," Wars pouted.

"That's not what I would have called him," Legend scoffed. "The fact that he tried to do that to you! I could have strangled him."

"I didn't think you cared so much about Warriors Lege," Wild remarked.

As they turned the corner the Inn finally came into view. Wars must have recognised where they were because he seemed to pick up the pace of their amble.

"Yeah well, I don't like it when people try to mess with my family. I can call him a self-aggrandizing prick all I want. But Hylia help anyone else who tries it on."

Wild and Twilight laughed at the hypocritical nature of the veteran, and Wars joined in, though he didn't know exactly what they were laughing at.

Before they reached the door to the Inn, Sky and Time appeared from a side street to their left.

"You boys alright?" Time asked with one of his characteristic frowns.

"Barkeep gave Wars some tonic but he's still not quite with it yet," Twi explained.

"What did you do with him?" Legend asked pointedly.

"Found some guards on duty and handed him over for disciplinary action. I mentioned Link's name and they practically fell over themselves offering to help." Time explained, hands on hips as he surveyed Warriors state.

"Nice that some people around here still respect their war hero!" Wild tutted.

"Shame you didn't teach the piece of filth a lesson yourselves," Legend scoffed.

"Who says we didn't," Sky remarked.

Legend noticed then that Sky was flexing and massaging his right hand. His dominant hand. His fighting hand. Perhaps the bastard had been taught a lesson after all.

None of them said anything more about the misadventure as they entered the Inn and peeled off to their rooms. Time asked Twi if he wanted any help with Wars, but Twilight insisted he had everything in hand. After bidding his predecessor goodnight, Twilight helped Warriors out of his clothes and boots. Then quickly helped to wash Wars' face. Twi sat Wars down on the edge of one of the two beds, then knelt down in front of him.

"You're frowning," Wars observed.

"Sorry, guess I'm still angry," he replied. Wet cloth in one hand, his other still curled in a fist.

Twilight stood up slowly and tossed the cloth onto the wash stand. He let out a long sigh before sitting beside Wars on the bed.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Some guy put something in my ale, I think. It's a bit hazy."

"He drugged you Link, he wanted..." Twilight trailed off, unable to let himself finish the thought.

Twi dropped his head into his hands. He just couldn't bare it. Couldn't think about what might have happened if he hadn't noticed Warriors in distress sitting at that bar. He should have been more attentive. Shouldn't have let his guard down so much.

"Where is he?" Wars asked, he sounded exhausted.

"Who?"

"The guy from the tavern Twi. Where is he?"

"You don't have to worry about him. He's not going to bother you again, alright." Twilight insisted, wrapping an arm around Warriors shoulders.

"You didn't... He's not..." Wars paused, staring at him warily.

"What? Oh no, Time and Sky handed him to some guards who took him away. Well, not before they'd taught him a lesson of their own."

"That's not good Twi," Wars mumbled.

When Twi looked beside him, Wars was sat with his arms crossed, facing the other direction.

"He was a bad person Wars, a villain. He deserves to be punished for trying to hurt you."

"He was just a guy. A bad person yes, but hurting bad people doesn't make us good people Twi," Wars insisted. "I know what he did was very wrong and I'm greatful that you stopped him. But I didn't want him to get hurt for my sake. He was a soldier, like me. He lost people, like me. He was looking for some comfort and relief. Like me."

"Hey, look at me," Twilight said a little loudly.

He grasped Warriors shoulders and turned Wars to face him.

"Link, listen to me, you are not like him. He may have started off like you but he's chosen a different path. People like him think they can take what they want because they feel like they're owed it somehow. You don't owe people like that shit! Alright Link. Maybe Sky and Time took matters a little too far, but that's only because we care about you so much. Even Legend was about to kick that guys ass for you."

"Maybe I was too rude to him," Wars sniffed, and Twi could see the glint of tears in the corners of his eyes.

"What? He was being a jerk. Did you tell him you weren't interested?" Twi shook his head, not believing what Wars was getting at.

"Yeah," Wars shrugged. "Maybe I shouldn't have. Should have just let him fuck me."

A few tears slipped down Warriors cheek and he clutched his upper arms a little more tightly.

"What the fuck?!" Twilight stated, firmly turning Warriors head so he could look him dead in the eyes.

"Do you realise how messed up that sounds? You really think it would be better to just let some random stranger fuck you, than for you to upset them? Link, that's crazy talk. Not to mention, how do you think that makes me feel?!"

"I dunno," Wars sobbed, allowing his tears to flow freely as his shoulders shook.

"It makes me want to burn the whole world down and curse the gods for making you feel so worthless. For goddess sake Wars, I'd fight armies for you. I'd challenge the gods for you. To hear you say you don't care what people do to you, it breaks my heart."

"Never been more than just a pretty face and good with a sword," Wars uttered, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.

"That's not true and you know it. You are worth all the love in the world and more. You've fought and bled for your country and you've done it all again without question. They don't deserve you Link. You may think you started out just like that guy, but you hold yourself to a much higher standard than people like that could only dream of reaching. I'm gonna say it over and over again until I get it through that thick skull of yours. You are more than just what people say you are."

"But..."

"But nothin." Twilight interrupted, placing a soft finger over Warriors lips. "I don't wanna argue about this anymore. You can think what you like about yourself but I stick by what I told ya before. I don't say things I don't mean. So trust me when I say, you need to believe in your own self worth. Believe that I can love you for who you are. Not just because you're good lookin or fun in bed. But because you have a good heart. Everything else is just a bonus."

When Twilight finished speaking, he pulled Wars into a tight embrace. Wrapping his arms around his lover and holding him tight against his chest. If he could have squeezed the self doubt out of Warriors he certainly would have tried. Twilight held Wars as he trembled and sobbed. Twi felt the front of his tunic grow wet with tears, but he couldn't have cared less.

Twi's crushing embrace helped to ground the part of Warriors mind that was still functioning. Twi was warm, and solid, and an anchor to Warriors in the raging storm of his emotions. This wasn't the first time he'd considered letting people have their way with him, no matter what he himself wanted. But at that moment he made a decision. It would be the last time.

Damn Cia and how she had sexualised and objectified him to an entire kingdom. The Hero had been propaganda for the army and the people. Eaten up and devoured by those for or against his envolvement. But now he was just Link. Still a servant of Hylia, loyal to his kingdom. But he was his own man and he was done playing the role he had created for himself.

Wars gently pulled himself out of Twilight's grasp and looked up into his face. Twi looked on the slightly manic side of concerned. His brow furrowed, his muscles tense. Wars stretched out a hand to stroke Twilight's cheek.

"You really are one of a kind Twi. I consider myself extremely lucky to be loved by you," Wars remarked, smiling softly

"Here I thought I was the lucky one."

Wars chuckled and leant forward to touch his forehead to Twilight's.

"Promise me one thing," Twi uttered.

"What?"

"Next time someone starts hitting on you, you make sure you introduce them to me first. And I'll tell them exactly where they can go!"

"Haha! If someone starts hitting on me, I'll tell them myself!"

< Chap 3 : Chap 5 >

[night-spectrum]

Thinking about my spidersona:

Small angst; small suggested smut at the end; mostly fluff and comfort. TW: Mention of death, depression, healthy issues, and isolation.

Wish my computer could work so I could draw my Spidersona...😩

🕸 Spidersona, who was bitten by a funnel web spider (💀) and is still traumatized. She takes appointments with Spider-Therapist every Thursday. Spider-Cat helps her copes with stressful memories.

🕸 Spidersona, who's Caribbean and wears traditional superhero suit. Bright madras tissues wrapped around her head and hips and Creole earrings (hoop earrings).

🕸 Spidersona, who was the only Spider-Girl in Nouveau Fort in Martinique (don't look for it, I made it up, but it's based on Fort-de-France) until a certain Miguel "Fat Ass" O'Hara came to enroll her.

🕸 Spidersona, whose best person is clearly Pavitr because we support cultural representation, and obviously because he's the most adorable boy I've ever seen. ❤️ Besides, they usually chat about new clothes they like to embellish their suit and wardrobe.

They even have Indian nickname for each other : Pavitr is Munna (used for pretty and gentle boy), and Spidersona is Choti (used for girls and means small) based on this.

🕸 Spidersona, who loves dancing with Gwen late at night in her home. Spidersona shows Gwen how to move her butt like there's no tomorrow, and Gwen gives her tips to achieve a boneless split. There're also countless sleepovers and "Girls Talk" about boys, which is pretty much awkward at first, but they both like gossiping.

🕸 Spidersona, who has the fattest crush on Hobart "Hobie" Brown, 'cause let's be honest who wouldn't. Always avoiding him when he comes her way. Obviously, Hobie notices, and he thinks she doesn't like him or his style makes her feel uneasy.

🕸 Spidersona eventually confesses that she likes him :

"That's why you've been dodging me, luv?" Hobie rhetorically asks her, his full lips stretching into a genuine smile.

She feels her face heating up and her hands becoming sweaty. "Yeah, but I don't expect anything y'know. Just wanted to tell you..."

Hobie leans forward, and she presses her lips together, gazing down because she never noticed how interesting the ground could be. She feels his breath on her neck, and she shivers when his lips plant on her cheeks fondly.

"You're too cute, luv."

From that day, he's always close to her. His arm rests on her shoulders, and he's never too far when they're fighting anomalies. They both rely on each other when something goes wrong.

🕸 Spidersona, who curses in Creole when she's pissed.

"WHO STOLE MY SALTFISH ACCRA?! AY KOKÉ MANMAN ZOT! LAN DJET MANMAN ZOT! OU SÉ AN SAKRÉ TI ICH SALO-!"

"Wow! Wow! Okay, okay, we got it. That's enough bad words for today, luv." Hobie covers her lips and drags her out to cool down a bit.

Peter B. covers Mayday's ears, though he doesn't understand a thing he knows what she's saying isn't lovely.

🕸 Spidersona, who has arachnophobia, watches Penni petting her spider with disgust (don't get me wrong, her spider is adorable, but I don't want it near me). Miles makes fun of her and eventually chases her with random spider he finds around through the lobby.

🕸 Spidersona, who slips in Hobie's universe to spend some time together. She watches him play guitar on his bed and turns red when he hands her his instrument and sits behind her, his fingers brushing hers as he teaches her how to play.

🕸 Spidersona, who brings Martinican food to Mrs. Morales when she comes to visit Miles. Rio observes her chat with her son from afar along with Jefferson.

"She looks nice," Rio says after a while, still looking at them, "and she calls me 'Mrs. Morales." Her lips turning upward.

"Yeah, definitely Caribbean. Besides, I love these." Jefferson says, grabbing a slice of butter bread she made with her mom, accompanied by communion chocolate.

Spidersona and Miles look at their feet awkwardly, feeling Miles' parents' gaze on them.

"'M sorry 'bout my parents, they're... protective."

"Yeah, don't mention it. My mom does this, too."

🕸 Spidersona, who invites everyone one in her universe in Nouveau Fort. The tropical climate welcomes them fiercely, and everyone change to wear swimsuit. Peter B. applies sunscreen on Mayday and himself and lays down on a towel.

🕸 Hobie and Pavitr bury Miles in the sand, mermaid body in process as Spidersona and Gwen take Mayday to a swimming lesson, her Spider-Man rubber ring assisting her.

"Damn Gwen, you're red as hell." Spidersona hands her Peter's sunscreen, snorting.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

...

🕸 After 3 weeks and still no news from her, Hobie and Pavitr head to her universe. When they slip into her bedroom through the window, they find her in her bed, barely breathing. Pavitr rushes to her, worry in his eyes as he brushes her now sunken cheeks. She hardly opens her eyes, dried tears staining her face.

🕸 Hobie takes her face in his hand, caressing her cheekbones slowly before kneeling to be face level with her. He takes her blanket off her, and it pains them to see how much weight she lost. They can clearly see her ribcage under her skin.

As they discuss what to do, they hear her mother's voice in the living room. She sounds exhausted, her voice quavering.

"I don't know what to do, mom. She hasn't eat anything in days and she keeps losing weight. The doctor said we should bring her to the hospital because of her iron deficiency and underweight. Otherwise, her anemia might come back and-" her voice cracks, as she can't handle her overwhelming emotions. The phone slips from her grasp as she falls on her knees.

🕸 Hobie grabs her without hesitation and opens a portal, quickly followed by Pavitr. He mumbles apologies when she groans pain. When they arrive, Hobie pushes open the medical department's door with his foot. Spider Meds are quick to take care of her, using advanced medical tech.

🕸 Spidersona, who wakes up after 2 weeks, looking less of a momified monk. She sees a red-haired baby lying down on her belly. She recognizes Mayday, and Peter B. reaches out, his hand caressing her head.

"We missed you." He says genuinely, worry fading away and replaced by a look parents would give to their child after they injured themselves.

🕸 Spidersona, who just cries. Her pain and grief pouring out of her chest and she can't help it. Peter B. hugs her tightly, kissing her forehead.

🕸 Miles appears and stands still when he views the scene, his brain analyzing everything. He comes close, taking her hand in his, squeezing it kindly. When Peter lets go of you, Miles replaces him.

🕸 Spidersona, who after she calmed down, thanks them and asks where the others are, only to find out that they are on a mission.

🕸 Spidersona, who is surprised to see Spider-Man Noir paying her a visit, flower is his hands.

"Everyone's been worried about you." Miles explains, her hands still in his. "When Hobie and Pav came back with you almost dead, we freaked out."

"Jessica even talk to your mother so she wouldn't pass out when she found out you disappeared." Adds Spider-Man Noir.

She is grateful but also a bit ashamed she worried everyone.

"So... what happened?" Peter B. asks cautiously.

She looks up to him and tries to suppress the tears, creating in the corner of her eyes.

🕸 Spidersona, who wasn't fast enough to save her uncle Henry and faced the reality of the world.

Though everybody can relate, Miles feels like he knows exactly what she feels. He remembers when he found out that Uncle Aaron was the Prowler, the look in his eyes when he discovered Miles was Spider-Man. His hand slipping from his as he exhaled his last breath.

🕸 Spidersona, who spends her day with Miles since Peter went home to put Mayday in bed. She eats empanadas Miles brought for her.

"My mom made them for you. When I told her you were hospitalized, she wouldn't stop asking about you. Besides, since we didn't know when you would wake up, she made some every day." Miles scratches the back of his head; cheeks and ears red. He knew his mom liked you, maybe too much for his liking.

"Well, please, thanks her for me. This is delicious. My taste buds are dancing hard right now." She giggles, making Miles smile.

🕸 Spidersona, who eventually encounters Jessica and Miguel. She thanks the pregnant woman, hugging her slightly, knowing she's not a big fan. To her surprise, she rubs her back and smiles.

🕸 Spidersona, who turns to Miguel reluctantly and apologizes for being off without warning. He brushes her off, as usual, talking about how it was her canon event. Gee thanks.

🕸 Spidersona, who hears familiar voices. She turns around, and there they are : Gwen, Hobie and Pavitr. She launches herself on them, arms fully extended. Pav sees her first and rushes toward her. They both collide, their hands grasping any pieces of clothes, hugging like the world would disappear.

"I missed you so much, Choti." Pav cries, his hands hold her tightly. "You almost gave a heart attack. Don't do this ever again, please. I love you."

And she cries again, hearing her best friend voice trembling.

"I'm so sorry, Munna. I promise. I love you so much, too."

Gwen joins in, her lips quivering, and they open their arms for her to come.

🕸 Spidersona, who wipes her face after a while, then proceeds to notice Hobie, who stayed back. Pav hugs her one last time, then leaves with Gwen. She approaches Hobie, not sure why she feels so nervous all of a sudden.

🕸 Spidersona, who follows Hobie to his universe, their pinky intertwined. When they are both alone in his room, he smashes his lips against hers.

🕸 Spidersona, who feels like a tsunami washed over her: emotions and feelings blending in her core. It's slow at first but quickly bursts into a wildfire when she feels his body against her. It feels strange, and she's a bit insecure, but Hobie reassures her. It's overwhelming.

"Are you okay, luv?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper, like she'll shatter if he's too loud.

"Yeah. I am."

🕸 Spidersona, who slowly moves on, enjoys her life with those who remain and never forgets those who left.

[yardsards]

What made you realize you’re aro? An idea has been planted in my head of me being aro

i feel like for me, my thing was less about *realizing* i was aro and more about *accepting* that i was aro. (also talk abt my asexuality in here bc those two parts of my identity feel very intertwined. and some gender stuff as well)

as a little kid, i didn't have any crushes. i assumed all my classmates that said they had crushes were just lying or doing some kind of social performance that i (as an undiagnosed autistic who frequently felt left out by my peers' social rules) figured i just didn't get. i figured real crushes wouldn't happen til we were teenagers or something.

when i was like 13, i was clicking around on wikipedia, and found an article about asexuality. immediately i identified myself in it (and realized that oh, it wasn't the default). my confusion about why the girls my age always talked about finding guys hot finally made sense to me. it just clicked into place.

i read up more about asexuality. i looked at the asexual tag on tumblr. i learned about aromanticism and the split attraction model.

but i wasn't ready to accept being aromantic yet. i labelled myself a heteroromantic asexual for several months, maybe even a year. the idea of never having sex wasn't scary to me. but the idea of never falling in love was *terrifying*. so i told myself i just hadn't met the right boy yet and would grow into it. (you'd think a 13 year old would figure out their romantic orientation before their sexual orientation, cuz it's normal for sexual attraction to not be fully developed yet. but i was not coming from the most logical place here)

over time, seeing aromantics online, and unlearning heteronormativity and amatonormativity, the idea of being aromantic started to feel less scary. so i *began* to accept the fact that i could be aro and that would be okay, and started calling myself aromantic.

but a part of me still didn't *want* to be aromantic.

i tried looking for alternative explanations. i questioned if i was a lesbian: i now knew i didn't want to be any boy's girlfriend, but being a girl's girlfriend was never shoved down my throat (and didn't have heteronormative gender roles baked into it) the way dating boys was and so didn't make me so viscerally uncomfortable. and something about butch lesbians really resonated with me (hello repressed gender crisis). i found girls pretty to look at, and fun to draw.

and i had this female friend that i tended to cling to (i have always had a habit of clinging stronglyvto one best friend at a time in my younger years, as a weird autism-anxiety thing). i liked being by her side, and i wanted to hold her hand. i wanted us to be in each other's lives forever. i found myself jealous when she paid more attention to her various boyfriends and girlfriends than me. (later on i realized that she actually wasn't a very good friend and treated all of her friends like free therapy or pit stops between romantic partners. very high school.)

then i realized i was trans, and came out to some close friends.

and then two separate male-aligned friends both admitted romantic feelings towards me in a very close timespan. it made me feel warm when they told me they wanted to be with me. but i told them i didn't think i reciprocated the feelings. both of them told me they'd be okay with something queerplatonic instead of romantic. but i told them i wasn't sure about that either bc commitment like that was scary to me. and i wasn't sure that if i did want a qpr if i would want it with either of them specifically.

i started to think, maybe i was biromantic. the idea of being a boy's boyfriend didn't make my skin crawl the same way the idea of being a boy's girlfriend did. i wondered if maybe the reason i didn't say yes to being in a romantic relationship was just the same reasons i also didn't say yes to being in a queerplatonic relationship (commitment issues/not being sure if either of those particular people were right for me)

but i slowly realized that all of my feelings that i was hoping to fit into a romantic box just. weren't romantic and couldn't be forced to be romantic. it was all either just strong platonic love (i remember noting that it was roughly the same type of love i'd felt towards favorite cousins, who the idea of being romantic with obviously disgusted me). or in other cases were just me being lonely and wanting to be loved and paid attention to, and wanting any love i could get even if it were romantic. and being so afraid of being abandoned in favour of everyone getting romantic partners (because our amatonormative society says that friends should always come second to romantic partners, plus that first girl friend regularly ditching me for her partners increasing that fear) so i was hoping to be in a romantic relationship with the people i loved platonically so that i wouldn't have to worry about them leaving me behind.

idk if i explained it well, and idk if any of this is helpful to you. but yeah.

[lcs-library]

Lemon tea and milk tea for Taichi please!!!! ❤️

WOOHOO HI FREE I DID MY VERY BEST TO FLUSTER YOU ;3c

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Lemon Tea: What are mornings with them like?

🐶 You and I both know that Taichi begged to cuddle with you last night. He finds it hard to sleep without somebody else in the room, and getting physical contact with you is a huge bonus.

🐶 The two of you probably stayed up pretty late, too, maybe you were doing something like watching a movie or playing video games, maybe you were just talking, but it was definitely a blast, and tired you out.

🐶 He’s the type of person that likes to sleep in late in the morning, especially after the night you two had.

🐶 If you’d let him, he would sleep until the afternoon. It’s a shame you wouldn’t.

🐶 You’re roused from sleep by the sun streaming directly into your eyes, piercing your vision until you couldn’t stray from consciousness much longer. Rubbing your eyes, you started to sit up, only to look down and find Taichi’s sleeping figure.

🐶 He was a mess of limbs, his arms and legs spread out like a starfish bent out of shape, while his mouth was wide open, emitting deep snores. His hair was a mess, jutting out in all sorts of different directions, ruffled up from the pressure of the pillow. Yet even with how silly he looked, you couldn’t help but grin, knowing that he was your silly boy.

🐶 You laid back down on the bed, rolling over to admire him for a moment longer. It may not have been the most conventionally attractive, but his sleeping figure was beautiful. You reached out, permitting yourself just a bit of that beauty as you stroked his cheek.

🐶 Taichi blinked, trying to process the touch. His eyes darted around the room a bit, only for them to find yours. His face flared, nearly matching the shade of his hair.

🐶 Even still, he hid his surprise with a soft smile, turning to face you.

🐶 “Morning, babes,” he greeted, planting a kiss to your cheek.

🐶 “Good morning,” you returned, starting to match his grin with one of your own.

🐶 “How long have you been up?” He asked, drawing you in drowsily.

🐶 “Not long,” you replied, snuggling into his hold.

🐶 “You wanna get breakfast?”

🐶 “Not just yet.”

🐶 “Yeah, me either,” he agreed, a giggle dancing on his breath.

🐶 Overall, mornings with him are slow and snuggly, in a word, hehe :3

Milk Tea: What are their kisses like?

🐶 They’re light and constant!

🐶 You will get a lot even over just the course of a day, he will not stop until you tell him to.

🐶 He just loves you so much! He can’t help it!

🐶 If it’s been a long time, he will draw you in and smother you in a million little pecks all over your face until you squeal at him to quit.

🐶 “Aw, why? You know you like it! And it’s been forever, I need to catch up on all I missed!”

🐶 In private, in those soft, quiet moments, they’re slow and lingering, it’s almost like he’s transformed into a different person.

🐶 Still no rizz tho. Like. Still got that pathetic rizz yk?

🐶 “Can I… give you a kiss? Please? I just want one, that’s all. Really? You’ll let me? Ahem, I mean, thank you, dear.”

🐶 THE SILLY

[pinkykats-place]

Fantasy AU BakuDeku

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

Art is not mine! Credit to @novaneondream

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content so please read tags on AO3.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Playing with Flowers by SilentJo

Summary: “What is all of this? Are you a grown man playing with flowers?” Barbarian Prince Katsuki had asked after the herbalist Deku bumped into him and scattered his plants and herbs to the ground. Deku's fiery response draws Katsuki's interest, enough to initiate the courtship ritual known well in his country, Kamino. But Deku has no idea why he keeps getting head-pats from Katsuki.

One Shot | SFW

How to Train Your Useless Dragon by Mikacrispy

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki needs to kill a dragon to take its teeth and become a warrior of his tribe.

But, what? Why the fuck doesn't this dragon have teeth?

— — —

Written from the promp "What if Izuku was the dragon?"

Shamelessly How to Train Your Dragon inspired.

Complete | 30 Chapters | SFW

Forever, right Kacchan? by Anonymous

Summary: Katsuki met Izuku when they were 3 years old, and he knew he wanted to keep the green haired boy by his side forever. They were each other's first friend, so it was only natural the blond wanted to keep that bond for the rest of his life. Katsuki and Izuku learn what "forever" really means to them as they grow up.

Complete | 19 Chapters

Rated - Mature

The Other Side of the Door by Dontmindme9

Summary: Izuku becomes Prince Shouto's personal servant. Because Izuku has to follow him around every day, they get really close. When Izuku gets lost while on an errand, Shouto does everything he can to find him again. Meanwhile, Izuku is saved by a wild Bakugou. Inside the angry teen, Izuku see's a side of Bakugou that no one has taken the time to see. Both take a liking to the innocent green haired boy, and refuse to give him up.

Complete | 52 Chapters | SFW

The dragon @silverynight

Summary: Now, this golden dragon with red eyes could actually kill him, besides, he's already pissed because he's hurt, someone stabbed one of his elbows and he's bleeding a little. The sword is still stuck in his skin.

"Hello..." Izuku takes a couple of steps closer, knowing Iida (one of prince Todoroki's knights) would probably tell him not to get himself into trouble. It's a good thing he's not there.

The dragon growls, as a warning, but he doesn't use his fire against Izuku so he takes it as a good sign.

Complete | 2 Chapters | SFW

Show me your thorns, love by princejaelofbabylon

Summary: “You'll regret this,” Katsuki warns weakly. “I don't know how to… I've never been in a relationship with anyone before." He bows his head. "I might hurt you, even without meaning to.”

Deku scoffs, pulling back slightly. "You underestimate me, sir." Scarred hands cup his face, and when Katsuki looks up, he sees a fierceness in those green eyes, burning bright with a determination that takes his breath away.

“Tell me, Kacchan—do I strike you as someone afraid to bleed?”

— — —

Or, a sweet little story about a retired grumpy warrior who doesn't think he's worthy of love, and the kind witch who proves him wrong.

Complete | 2 Chapters | Implied Smut

Chosen by Phayte

Summary: Barbarian Alpha Bakugou must pick his future Omega from the neighboring Kingdom-- Midoriya.

Complete | 93 Chapters

NSFW | OmegaVerse

The Chosen of the Dragonborn by s_the_queen

Summary: "Katsuki."

"That's right!"

"Blonde, angry, loud. Violent. That Katsuki."

"Uh...yep! That's the one!"

"Is courting me?"

"Mhm!"

"I'm pretty sure the last time he saw me he said that he was 'glad to be rid of my stupid fucking freckled face,'" Izuku intoned dryly.

---

Four years ago, Izuku spent twelve days healing Katsuki after discovering him in the woods. When they parted ways, he never thought he'd hear from Katsuki again.

When Mina, one of the warrior fae of Musutafu, shows up on his doorstep—he realizes how insanely wrong he was.

Complete | 2 Chapters | SFW

One Snowy Night by silentsongbird

Summary: On the night of Christmas Eve, chubby elf Izuku Midoriya is walking home during the beginning of a blizzard. On his journey to the warmth and safety of his cottage, he runs into an injured Krampus. Unable to resist helping the beast, Izuku invites him into his home to tend to his wounds. The two end up snowed in and the poor little elf ends up trapped with the beast who just wants to show his thanks.

One Shot | NSFW

if the stars align, then for us they were meant by RunawayDeviant

Summary: Katsuki and Eijirou crash land in a forest to the south of their homeland. Injured and stranded, they befriend a local nature spirit, who is much more than he first appears to be.

Complete | 6 Chapters | NSFW

Love Potion Recipe by MellowWrites

Summary: Katsuki hates dealing with customers, but this strange barbarian keeps coming around and, yeah, maybe he likes him.

One Shot | NSFW

You're gonna be the death of me (in a good way) by MiraChaDoodles

Summary: He looked down at himself and the fresh clothing Katsuki had changed him into before his freckled cheeks bloomed into a pretty pink. It was like the sun rising beneath the stars, and Katsuki found himself wishing he had time to count them. 

But then Izuku’s posture stiffened. “Where is my clothing?”

Shit.

--

Katsuki rescues an injured faery by the river and decides to keep him.

Complete | 4 Chapters | NSFW

The Littlest Things by Fantasticnic

Summary: Katsuki buys a farm where he can truly be alone but starts to notice signs of someone else around. Tiny signs.

One Shot | SFW

but the entrails are the best part! by supercrunch

Summary: The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

One Shot | SFW

Series:Uncharted Territory by Esselle

Summary: It's Deku who decided Katsuki would be "Kacchan"; he wasn't born in the wilds, but Deku is his tribe, now. And because Deku named him, it's to him Katsuki is bound.

Katsuki has a right to him, needs to know him in every way, as intimately as possible.

Barbarian!Deku/Adventurer!Kacchan.

Two Part Series

All Was Golden In The Sky by CallMeCharles

Summary: Izuku was only ten years old when his best friend, the great Prince Katsuki, died mysteriously. With the king and queen gone, mourning the loss of their son, the kingdom falls prey to a gang of thugs. Twelve years later, everything is looking bleak when Izuku finds himself back in the castle he used to run around in as a child. A castle that is not as abandoned as he thought. 

Beauty and the Beast AU

Complete | 32 Chapters

The chase by silverynight

Summary: "OI, YOU PIECE OF–" the tall barbarian with blond hair stops once his eyes meet. He doesn't look like the friendly type.

Honestly, he doesn't want to get into any trouble today, besides, fighting could make him sweat and people will realize he's actually–

"Omega," the barbarian smirks. He smells like an alpha, a very strong alpha. "Listen, I don't usually do this, but I'll be kind to you this time, show me your neck and I'll forgive you."

Complete | 3 CH | OmegaVerse

Rated - Teen & Up

Tiny Nuisance by Mikacrispy

Summary: Elf Katsuki has been going crazy with desire over the small halfling Izuku. When his control finally snaps, the little one finds out the dangers of teasing someone twice his size.

One Shot | NSFW

Into the Dragon's Lair by bkdkwritingsdump

Summary: Prince Izuku Midoriya wishes that someone will come and save him from a political marriage to a woman he can't love, but he never expected it would be a dragon, much less that the dragon would be in love with him, and that he might... maybe... sort of... return those feelings.

Complete | 5 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

burn, pine, perish by kindaopps

Summary: Three things dawned on Izuku, as he stared at the slick flower petals scattered over the black words of his book: he has fallen in love with his husband, his husband did not love him back, and he is going to die.

One Shot | Contains Mature Content

Mark Me (I Won’t Let You Out Of My Sight Again) by SashaDistan

Summary: When Barbarian King Katsuki Bakugo hears his childhood nickname called out from the group of travellers, traders, and adventurers his people have just raided in order to protect them from their own stupidity, he thinks he is dreaming.

And then he sees just how much the boy-next-door has grown up and changed, and all the thing he's felt for decades rise up inside him.

One thing is for sure, he cannot let Izuku slip through his fingers a second time.

One Shot | NSFW

Mine, If Only for One Night by red_sneakers

Summary: Katsuki'd give just about anything for one night on equal footing with his clumsy, ugly, good-for-nothing, idiotic, beloved nerd.

“I.. Izu.. “ he tried. His new voice was deep and rough, like a pirate who ate cigars for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “I.. zu.. ku.” Katsuki’s chest warmed. Izuku’s name felt right resonating inside his own ribcage, as if it belonged there and nowhere else. “Izuku.” He smiled. “M-mine.”

--

The one where jealous possessive pixie, Bakugou Katsuki, gives everything for one night as a human, to make Izuku his.

Complete | 3 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

To Fall in Love with a Dragon by Mikacrispy

Summary: Barbarian prince Bakugou Katsuki falls in love with a Dragon shifter.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Ties and Ribbons by Mikacrispy

Summary: The Spring Festival is upon them and Bakugou Katsuki has to put up with a parade of extras courting the one that ought to be his omega, Midoriya Izuku. His pride gets the best of him and Katsuki ends up striking a bet with Kaminari — he'll get Izuku's courting ribbon and the promise to mate the omega, or else he'll lose his sword.

Too bad that the omega runs away the second he sets eye on Bakugou.

One Shot | OmegaVerse

Rated - Explicit

too close to the dawn by boywonder

Summary: The dragon clan has been at war with the fairies for generations, but the youngest members barely even know what fairies are. Through chance, Bakugou Katsuki, a warrior in training, finds and rescues a fairy, Midoriya Izuku. They become friends (sort of) through the years, with Izuku leaving little trinkets for Katsuki, but will the strife between their people keep them apart?

Complete | 4 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

The Wizard's omega by Saby_Rod

Summary: A lonely wizard lives in the depths of the forest, everyone has a very distorted idea of him, a cruel and selfish alpha, but a nearby town requires his blessing to improve their crops and climate, so when the wizard asks them for an omega in exchange they do not hesitate to give it to him.

What that omega did not imagine was that after years of suffering he would discover what it really was to be happy and loved.

Incomplete | 10/? Chapters

NSFW | OmegaVerse

Last Updated May 2024

Before the First Leaf Falls by dynamighttiddy (Honeygothic)

Summary: “People are not born equal. That’s the hard truth I learned at age four.

But that was my first and last setback.”

Izuku was four when his heart was broken for the very first time.

He remembers it clearly: the scent of summer in the air, his soaked clothes clinging to his skin, the sting of rejection. Prince Katsuki Bakugou, his best and only friend, stood before him, face contorted in anger.

“I don’t need your help!” he’d seethed. “Not from a useless Deku like you!”

He’d stormed off, leaving Izuku alone in the riverbank. Later, his mother held him and whispered that he wasn’t allowed to play with the prince anymore. “Omega serving boys aren’t meant for alpha princes like him,” she’d said in hushed tones. “Izuku, you know better.”

-----

When Izuku runs away from the Bakugou Kingdom at only fourteen, the omega is assumed dead. When he reappears as a self-made man ten years later, Katsuki hopes this is finally his chance to atone. But between Katsuki's impending betrothal and Izuku's plans for revenge, will the two ever see eye-to-eye?

Incomplete | 4/? Chapters

Last Updated October 2023

OmegaVerse | Royalty au

Rated - Explicit

oh, how quickly things change by SpicyJam

Summary: "… I was trying to find someone to /start/ a family with. But everyone's scared of me."

Katsuki snorts, breaking eye contact first. "You're a dragon."

"Mm…" Deku grabs his hand again, as if he's still deciding if he's allowed to touch. "… You're not scared of me, though."

Katsuki glances up. A feeling of heat pools in his belly at the smile that Deku is giving him.

"Guess not."

---

Katsuki is a dragon hunter, and Deku is the dragon that claims him.

One Shot | NSFW

[pizzalordmarv]

Hey, welcome to my blog! I thought I’d make an introduction to let others get to know me better. It’s a little long, so I apologize for that. Anyways, on with the intro…

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?

Well, my real name is Tuesday—my mother thought it was a nice name, I suppose. But online I usually go by the name of Eddie, which has a much more interesting reason behind it. Long ago I used to be into Warrior Cats, and like other fans I had made my own OCs—one being Eddieheart, named after my real cat Eddie. I went by the username “Eddieheart” early on when I was still in the fandom, and soon went on to go by “Eddie” as I slowly faded out from reading the books. Since then, I’ve been called Eddie, a name I have my annoying little pet cat to thank for.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐬?

Currently I go by she/her pronouns, but I’m unsure on my gender. I believe I’m a demigirl but that is prone to change in the future. Whatever happens, I’ll probably keep updating this.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦?

I come from Nova Scotia, which is in that one cold place called Canada. The nature is really lovely around here, there’s these red things called lobsters too.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨?

I’m huge on music, but I’ll go over my favourite bands in a little bit. I can sing and play a bit of guitar and piano—both by ear, sheet music is too complicated for me to understand. I love vinyl records and collecting them, I have way too many of them at this point. I also love drawing (especially cats), reading, writing, and some video games (like Kirby and Pokémon). I also like nature and bugs, I don’t know a lot about plants but I do think they’re pretty cool.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐓𝐕 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬?

My favourite movie is definitely Dune (1984)—firstly because Sting is in it, and secondly because it’s what got me into reading the novel, which became one of my favourite books. My favourite shows are the Trailer Park Boys and SpongeBob. And for books, Dune (as I had mentioned) and Pet Sematary.

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬?

Of course! I have what seems to be a million cats at home. I think Eddie is the one who likes me most.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?

There’s a lot of bands I listen to, but the one that’s been staying on top for a long while has been The Police. They’ve been my favourite band for ages, likely because of how much I love Sting—though funnily enough I never got into his solo career. I listen to a lot of 70s and 80s classic rock, especially the stuff from my homeland of Canada. Bands and singers such as Rush, April Wine, Loverboy, Trooper, Kim Mitchell, Triumph, Prism, Platinum Blonde, and The Guess Who are definitely my favourites. Non-Canadian bands I enjoy include The Beatles, Men At Work, and Boston. I’m also getting into the Alan Parsons Project.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧?

I use a lot of Discord, my username is @pizzalordmarv on there if you’d like to talk to me any. Don’t be afraid to message me, I love to talk—especially about the music I like. I also use Discogs and Pinterest!

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

I don’t have internet at home and can only access things like Discord and Tumblr during the weekends (and occasionally weekdays) while I’m visiting family, which is why there may be gaps in my activity on here. I also may or may not be neurodivergent, so that might explain the way I behave and think and stuff.

𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐝?

Nope, I think I just wasted enough of your time. So, farewell, and have a nice rest of your day or night!

[undyingghoul]

Mountain Headcanons (SFW Edition)

Wowza, I'm actually making Ghost content- In other news, I decided to make headcanons for Mountain, both SFW and NSFW (which will be posted after this). This is my personal view on Mountain and a good look into how I see our big boy. Putting it under the cut due to how many there are haha

-Mountain loves plants. That’s a given seeing as his element is Earth. He loves all types of plants and also loves to gift plants to his pack. His favorite plants to gift are aloe veras, succulents, and bamboo. -Mountain is one out of two pack protectors, with the other being Aether. He knows when to be protective and serious but also when to be silly and goofy. He won’t hesitate to attack a threat and has landed himself in the Abbey’s infirmary multiple times because of it. -On top of being a protector he won’t hesitate to throw himself into a play fight with his packmates. No one dares to go against Mountain except for Dewdrop and Swiss because the others know they’ll end up with more than just a few scratches and bruises. On multiple occasions, the trio has all landed themselves in the infirmary with a nice lecture from Copia about being too rough when play fighting. Once Copia leaves Mountain will shoot a look to the other two ghouls that says it’s not over yet. -Mountain is a big cuddle bug. He loves to start cuddle piles in the main area on the couch or in his nest in his room. He’s the one who will be purring the loudest and the most likely to fall asleep first in a cuddle pile because he’s so calm and relaxed. -Mountain loves to give gifts. He’s a very creative ghoul and loves to create things to give to his pack. He loves to give books to Dewdrop, ones he’s made himself because he’s the only one who knows about Dewdrop’s love for reading. He knows Cumulus loves to style hair so he often makes custom hair clips and accessories for her. The remaining ghouls and ghoulettes are just happy to receive anything and everything from Mountain. -Mountain tends to run out of social battery faster than the others which is why he doesn’t always go on outings with his pack. The others always bring something back for him from wherever they go and sometimes they’ll do a video call to check on the big guy. Mountain wouldn’t say anything, but he appreciates the gestures more than he could ever explain with words and actions. -Mountain has bad anxiety and struggles with depression as well. Most days he’ll have one or the other, but on days where he has both he likes to stay in his room, allowing only certain ghouls or ghoulettes in (no one takes it personally if they aren’t allowed in that day, they’ll have someone who is allowed in carry a message for them and a small gift of some sort to show that they love the big guy). -When his anxiety and depression get really bad he turns to drumming for an escape. He’ll sit in the practice room with the door locked for hours and drum away to any and all songs, any song is game for him. Other times when he gets a certain thought or urge, he’ll draw on himself or write down his pack’s names on his arms in pretty cursive and make it all fancy with multiple colors. -Mountain loves to sit in the windows in the halls of the Abbey at night and watch it storm. Sometimes he’ll bring Rain or Dewdrop with him to watch the storms and cuddle up with them under a blanket with two pillows, one for each of them. Mountain likes to have Dewdrop sit in his lap while he prefers to have Rain cuddled against his side. -Mountain enjoys taking walks in the forest, sitting in nature with his animal friends, and feeding the little critters that come up to him. He’s made friends with many bunnies and foxes, even a few birds and deer. He feels safe in the forest and sometimes will bring someone with him to show them the forest and what it holds. Every time he brings someone with him he likes to watch their amazement and their eyes sparkle with joy and happiness as Mountain takes them through the forest.

[charmixpower]

That drawing of the specialist as faries, that had Sky and Helia with hearts and Timmy with electricity and Brandon with stars got me thinking

You know how in s6, Bloomix happens? Those drawing made me imagine the girls sharing their powers with their boyfriends to make them faries! Or witches, depending on their magical inclinations, and what I personally think is cooler XD

So Sky would get fire and dragon powers, Brandon stellar powers, Helia plant powers, Timmy electronic powers, Riven sound powers, and Nabu is already a fairy so he doesn't get any :)

Nabu is their chaperone. Magical tutor, if you will. Baby sitter so they don't blow themselves up one might say

(I know Helia already has magic but shhhh Helia and Flora are form different planets so it get to mix them >:D more fun like this)

I think it would be interesting if this mixed with their own natural magic from their planets. So Eraklyon has the core of gravity, Timmy's planet has the core of metal, Helia's planet has the core of law/order or something similar (Saladin canonically has justice powers so it has to be something that can produce a magic user of Justice), and Riven's planet....I haven't actually decided yet. I'll just do a couple for him then :) for variety

So!!!

Sky:

Fire + Gravity = Fairy of Plasma

Stars, which is essentially space fire, are made of plasma that's held together by gravity sooo it fits me thinks. I didn't want to make him the fairy of Stars XD

Dragon + Gravity = Fairy of Honor

A lot of Bloom's dragon powers are more....symbolic effects so I leaned into that. Valor with more gravity applied to the concept would be honor I think? Because valor is only having honor, courage, ect in battle, so if the term has more weight, you'd be like that all the time, therefore honor...be nice, I'm trying my best over here. It's all very symbolic, and I think it matches Sky's good boy enegry perfectly bc it would force him to act with in the confines he seems to always act within. I think his powers would be like summoning weapons to battle with, being able to send sword beams, the Sirenix punching and kicking, and more importantly being able to force people into fair fights by using his magic to make people honorable. I think it would be majorly dope

Brandon:

Sun + Gravity = Fairy of Blackholes

What do you get when you take a star and add a fuck ton of gravity?? You get blackholes! Damn Brandon, who said you got to be so powerful? Me, I did. He and Stella can have a little darkness and light thing going on, it's cute okay?? He'd also be able to teleport like Stella!! And there'd be some time manipulation powers there too!! Very powerful skill set

Moon + Gravity = Fairy of Orbits

I think this would be an actually really fucking dope power. It would be like free redirection of any attack. I don't think it would be possible to attack or defend directly, which is why it would be so cool to watch/write because you'd really have to think about it. Very dope, I love

Sun + Moon + Gravity = Fairy of Tides

Yeah the sun and the moons gravitational pull on earth really only seems to both do one thing, control the tides. Brandon has Aisha's Nick dub powers now lol

Helia:

Nature + Justice = Witch of Comeuppance/Karma

This is just for if Helia inherented Saladin's magic, cuz Saladin is the only living and magical relative of Helia we see so I wanted to just entertain the idea, but this wouldn't be Helia's powers

I'm thinking his powers would work like Jinx form teen titans, basically instilling bad luck on people or pulling a sans during the Geno run (his magic only hurts as much as the person he's attacking has hurt others). His attacks would be pretty boring looking as they'd just look like pure magic but I imagine he mostly uses his powers to make people fall out of chairs, make vending machines give out multiple cans of soda, help cats get out of trees, banal luck based stuff

Nature + Law = Witch of Natural Laws

Wow that's such a basic name form the combination nooo T-T but Helia would have magic of Gravitation, Electromagnetism, Strong Interactions, and Weak Interactions. He wouldn't be able to control them. Like Samara is the fairy of Gravity and she can make gravity happen from anywhere, in any direction, however powerful she can manage. Helia can't do that, he can only strengthen and weaken already present gravitational forces. So he can pull someone to the ground, or make them float, but he can't pull them up essentially

I think Helia would have a lot of fun working with this. Helia up at 3:00 a.m. researching the four things he has power over to see if he can do any sick combos

Timmy:

Metal + Tecnomagic = Witch of Conductivity

Timmy just gets all the electrical parts of Tecna's powers but a little more niche. Not the one I would go with, but the first thing that came to mind

Metal + Tecnomagic = Witch of Electrical Currents

This is what would likely be his powers, this is dope and I imagine he knows a lot about this stuff so he'd very likely be able to pull off some dope ass spells based off of technical magic. Likely turns himself into a living taser. Buzz buzz bitch

Riven:

When I imagine Riven with magic I usually imagine him being able to create giant cracks in walls, knocking down ceiling, and stuff like that so that's the direction imma take these in

Sound + Something Solid (like earth) = Fairy/Witch of Earthquakes

This is most similar to what I usually imagine his magic to be like so I'm very partial to it. Mostly because it's primarily environmental, and that opens up a lot of cool fight scenes that rely heavily on surrounding and incorporating them into the fight :)) just very cool stuff if your into fight choreography

Sound + Anything Abrupt or Sharp = Fairy of Shockwaves

This one is the one he's more likely to have because it can actually be used in a fight XD. Shock waves are faster than soundwaves, but are required to be abrupt, so you can't have continuous shock waves. Which I think is an interesting difference and limitation. There both a type of wave so I was worried about them being too different but this supplies a whole new set of tactics. Like shock waves also don't travel as far as sounds waves (i think). So shock waves are better for close range combat, while sound waves are more suited for support. Very fun all around