#like yay i get to dance and be silly in peace ^.^

[thatfizzyyyy]

not being hit on when i go to the college bars >>>>

[o-sunny-day]

FORGETTABLE AU SONG????? MASSIVE W??????

I really really like this song, just recently heard it from this new album When Death Was Mine, I highly recommend this song + the entire album + the artists whole work!! its all really good :3

But this song, I feel, works REALLY well for Sans’ POV of what we all know is gonna happen with Wingdings…

FIRST BIT!

How could this happen to us? The push and tug of your trust: are my favorite lines when attaching it to this AU. The perspective being Sans before the incident. We don’t know if Sans had been there during it, or if they’d had some sort of fight before it, or even something else; But I imagine GENERALLY something horrible and dramatic happened before. For the purposes of this im going with them having a big confrontation days before shit goes down. And this line would take place after that confrontation.

The curtains closed, the doors been shut: Wingdings being SILLY! and shutting everything and everyone out to do Gaster shenanigans!!! YAY!

Kicking up dust. Im playing the FOOL again: that dust ofc not being any USUAL dust, no no *finger wag* theres a really cool visual in my head of it being like a transition of Sans going outside to walk it off, going into Snowdin and kicking the snow, before that turning into dust being blown off from HOLES BEIN PUT INTO HANDS!!! for whatever reason why does he do that/why does that happen 😭 i’m excited to find out. Oh yeah and the fool part refers to how currently Sans feels foolish for trusting Wingdings that everything was totally A-Okay/he could handle it himself and Sans didn’t need to push.

SECOND BIT!

Am I gullible enough to take a walk in your shoes? The way you strut with a bluff, the way you act so aloof: More saltiness on Sans’ half. I love Wingdings’ style of lying, he just doesn’t say enough to actually lie 😭😭 I hate him sm.

As if the neckties a noose: this was UNNECESSARY

You’d dance on air for a bet: ok yes I can totally see this as WD just being a risk taker n shit. BUT ALSO PAPYRUS CAN WALK ON AIR SO ITS FUNNYHSDHSDHDSH seriously why does this song work so well

I’m used to balancing acts up to my neck: I really like this with Sans’ character not even just within this AU. He’s doing a LOT a lot of the time, while also making himself look lazy which is just another balancing act in itself. BUT for this AU specifically id imagine its more about Wingdings specifically than just his life in general-

LAST BIT!!!

The truth is that as the older you get, they’re more indifferent to you. The less they’ll act all impressed: This one would be more from Wingdings’ perspective cause yeah Sans is currently pretty frustrated I DON’T THINK HE’D BE THIS RUDE- I think this works better with the context of this being WDs own doubts, he was trying to figure out how to FREE THE UNDERGROUND- now he’s tryna free the godamn universe like MAN 😭 he’s gotta stop putting so much pressure on himself. Though I really REALLY like the idea of him not really caring about making relationships, but still needing to be loved by the wider public in a way. Like relationships? booo. Reputation? YAAAASSS

They’ll find all sorts of new ways to get inside your head: same premise as the last lines but I wanna highlight it cause it also works really well with Wingdings again, spiraling down the madness pit. He’s finding all sorts of new ways to get inside his OWN HEAD overthinking, smh…

Might die before ive said my peace: Wingdings might (will) die before Sans can say his peace to him….

Between you and me, if it’s alright, i’m not staying: Sans, in fact, does not stay at the lab! Those days are over, now it’s time to talk to mysterious door ladies and do nothing at sentry stands and purposefully annoy your brother.

The song as a whole gets a tad more aggressive and energetic than I feel Sans would be like, but the visuals of this happening inside of his head while he’s just kinda going 😶 irl is really fun :3

I haven’t heard the whole album yet cause I need to digest songs one by one especially if they’re such hard hitters- SO MAYBE ILL BE BACK WITH MORE WHEN DEATH WAS MINE FORGETTABLE AU SONGS!!!

oh yeah also the album title and cover is like ALSO REALLY GOOD FOR THIS AU WHY IS MY LIFE LIKE THIS WHY IS EVERYTHING CONNECTED 😭😭 I gotta redraw the cover with Wingdings wait omg hold on

ok quick sketch

LISTEN TO THE ALBUM GANG ITS SO FUN!!

[lynzishell]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

YAY! TYSM for this ask! 🫶🏻 Today we get to talk about one of my faves: ✨Atlas Stephens✨

🩵He’s perfectly comfortable sitting in silence, alone or with others. There are few things he hates more than people trying to make awkward small talk in order to fill the silence, or out of a perceived obligation to interact. Probably the only thing he hates more than that are those stupid get-to-know-you games where you go around the room and you have to share five facts about yourself. (Sorry, Atlas.) He's not necessarily shy though. He has no problem talking to people when he has something to say, or he genuinely wants to get to know someone.

🩵He is, however, incredibly introverted and overwhelmed easily by bright lights, colors, and crowded spaces. At the end of the day, he’s just trying to conserve his energy and keep his mind calm. One of the ways he does this is by making his apartment as peaceful and calming as possible. It’s always clean, but also cozy, with just the right amount of plants and clutter. And the color palette is light wood, grayscale, and light blues… kind of like a cloudy sky. His favorite color is a pale blue-gray.

🩵I don’t think anything brings him pure joy the way being an uncle does. He loves his nieces with his whole heart and soul. While he doesn’t see himself being a dad, he fully embraces being an uncle. I feel like him and Spencer will be close forever, and I’m sure the same will be true for Aspen.

🩵He loves music. There’s almost always music playing in his apartment, or through earbuds while he’s out for a run or working. He tends to listen to the same stuff over and over, rarely adding anything new to his carefully curated playlist… which consists of 80’s new wave… and is mostly New Order, which is his hands-down his favorite band. His favorite song? Your Silent Face. It’s the best, and he won’t be taking any questions on that fact. Moving on…

🩵He also loves to sing and has a beautiful voice. Since he’s so quiet and reserved most of the time, keeping his thoughts to himself, something about singing loudly feels really freeing and cathartic. He and Asher also enjoy dancing, so there’s a fair amount of singing and dancing and being silly together in their apartment. I don’t think Atlas ever expected to live with someone after Dawn moved out, but he’s very happy that Asher moved in. He brings so much life and energy to their home, creating a lovely balance.

[kuvvydraws]

Give Atticus hcs I need my emotions support skeleton

Fine! A lot more people should like Atticus, he's the most peaceful, most emotionally mature and charming of my OCs. And he's so handsome!

You know about his very exotic taste in clothing. Weird patterns, flashy and bright colors, Hawaiian shirts, maybe even crocs and mid-calf with all that instead of sneakers! He's a révolutionnaire! But! Did you know! All that is also true for his underwear? He's very lucky boxers and briefs and masc-type undies have such a big market of weird shit. That means his butt could be covered in... watermelon boxers! Or a papaya pattern! Oh, a papaya with sunglasses playing the lute pattern! Trumpets! Croissants!

Since I know you're interested in him, in the biblical sense of the word, let me tell you his favorite type of underwear has a thick waistband - he thinks it's cool when it shows a bit because his pants are hanging juuuuust a little bit low. Since he rarely has genitalia summoned, he switches between undies with and without a jock cup or a fly. He likes elastic materials too, the kind that hug your body snugly - he doesn't have many curves to show off, he just thinks they're comfortable!

Most of everything he does is with music in the background. It's not like he wants to feel like he's in an eternal musical, but having that noise with him helps him stay motivated through the day, he doesn't like silence much. He will sing and dance to it, and he's a silly guy so you know he's not above an impromptu tap dancing break while doing the dishes if the song hits right!

The king of fucked up stuff in the kitchen. He knows how to cook, but if someone asks him for a weird obscenity in a cup or some sort of wacky internet recipe, he's going to do it! It looks fun! And he likes experimenting!

If he were human, I think he'd have longish hair, a soft, wavy mane, shoulder length... And he's fortunate about the volume, or he'd look like a medieval page. He'd keep it in a bun anytime he's doing something active or dirty, like cooking or going out to gather mushrooms, but in any comfortable area or at home leisuring -or if he has a date -, he'd let it fall naturally. Unfortunately, he's a skeleton, so no hair for him. Though he could maybe be wrangled to wear a wig on Halloween, after some convincing.

He doesn't know much about sports. But he's a very cheerful guy, so if someone wants to watch a match of something with him, he'll "yay, sports!" up and try to get into it soooooo very naturally.

[ppravitas]

TAGGED BY: @tacticalvalor TAGGING: you.

MUSE PLAYLIST

► MAIN: aim for the head / creature feature

↳ can i pose a question? / how do you kill what is dead? / i just shoot from the hip / and i aim for the head / he used to be your friend / that was another life / with a single bullet / we're gonna blow his mind [...] nail up all the windows / they've come to settle the score / make sure no chamber is bare / they're right outside the door / this is a test of your strength / and your will to survive / if you give up now, they're gonna eat you alive

► SILLY: nobody likes me / the northern boys

↳ brother, look / wank myself with a single finger, captain hook / then i go smoke my pipe with a random man in a dark and weary nook / bought a transgender man two pints / can i get lucky and fist him tonight? / constrict my cock with a pink hair tie / not too tight, no, i don't wanna die

► DETERMINATION: back and forth / dr steel

↳ i'd never lie to you / y'know i'd die for you / yeah, i love you too / just do what you do / consume and gobble it up, c'mon show me some love / or i'll be blowing you up / i'm lying through my teeth / to get everything that i need / i'll be what you want me to be / that's why i'm dancing back and forth [...] free me / i'll drag a burning smile across this nation

► BATTLE: a soul can't be cut / kit walters

↳ my ears are ringing with a sound / feel the vibrations, my heart starts to pound / give in to darkness, bodies melt / how do we play the cards we've been dealt? / beauty, it's humanity's greatest sin / beauty hiding the beast that lies within / for all our righteous crimes we compensate / but as for me, it's far too late

► SAD: lullaby bye / dr steel

↳ with no one around this robot fell down / and the crank, it broke off of his head / with the jog to his hard drive, he felt all alive / the old robot he used to be, dead there was rage in his brain, there was pain in his frame / there was love, there was hunger, and strife / he felt lonely, rejected, at times disconnected / no answer to the meaning of life / so he sang

► RELAXED: sickness unto foolish death / akira yamaoka

↳ no lyrics for this one :3 but it's about sin and despair. yay!

► CONTEMPLATIVE: childhood (don't) a go-go / dr steel

↳ and i'm constructing this fantasy / imagination is saving me from the world i despise / and what about loneliness? / what about friends? / what about winning and getting revenge? / and what about all of the things that they've done? / it's time for some payback / it's time for some fun

► HAPPY: homewrecker / marina

↳ i'm only happy when i'm on the run / i break a million hearts just for fun / i don't belong to anyone / i guess you could say that my life's a mess / but i'm still looking pretty in this dress / i'm the image of deception

► HARD WORK MONTAGE: kill everyone / hollywood undead

↳ oh no, here comes the riot / does everything have to resort to violence? / if you think you can hide, go and try it / now let's let the fucking gun break the silence / close your eyelids / another shot and then here come the sirens / i thought i told you to keep fucking quiet / somebody's dying, so come say goodbye kids

► LOVE THEME: e.v.o.l / marina

↳ candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker / every kiss you give me makes me sicker / a day in the dark, a day in a cloud of gloom / i look at you, you look at me / milk and roses, squeaky clean / well you're the best i've ever seen / and i'm your dying beauty queen / it only takes two lonely people / to fuck love up and make it evil / it only takes a drop of evil / to fuck up two beautiful people

► BREAKUP / HEARTBREAK: power & control / marina

↳ but love will always be a game / we give and take a little more / eternal game of tug and war / power and control / i'm gonna make you fall / i'm gonna make you fall / we give and take a little more / 'cause all my life i've been controlled / you can't have peace without a war / without a war, without a war

► FAILURE / DEFEAT: cirice / ghost

↳ a candle casting a faint glow / you and i see eye to eye / can you hear the thunder? / how can you hear the thunder that's breaking? / now there is nothing between us / from now our merge is eternal / can't you see that you're lost? / can't you see that you're lost without me?

► FINAL BATTLE: world burn / taylor louderman

↳ i wanna watch the world burn / i got the gasoline / i wanna watch the world burn / and everyone get mean / cady, time to watch your back / cady, time to turn and cough / because you took me down / but you didn't finish me off

[tahdashi]

ship your moots and assign them a trope?

omg YAY i love these sm :,) gonna do a couple bc brain is slow atm BUT IF YOU'RE A MOOT AND WANT ONE, PLS LMK !!!

i'm gonna give them v niche and specific tropes bc that's what they deserve <3

I. @lotusskiiess and marius!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ art student!marius x barista!opalie & college au.

opal loves the tranquility of working at the tiny café off campus. not many students go there since they prefer the proximity of the cafes by libraries. and marius, an art student who finds himself frequenting that cafe, likes it for the same reason. because when it's quiet and peaceful, he can hear the sound of her voice when taking orders. he admires her attention to detail when she's decorating drinks. he won't admit it, but his sketchbook has several pages of her. and one day, he'll find the courage to ask her to teach him how to do latté art. but in the mean time, he orders drink after drink to hear opal call his name from the counter.

II. @luvbub and keiji!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ apartment neighbor!keiji x bub & the neighbors to lovers trope.

on the way back to her apartment, bub notices the door next to her's wide open. odd... no one lives in that apartment. she takes a quick peek only to see a cat walking out of the apartment followed by a tall man with dark hair. he picks the cat up swiftly, apologizing to bub for getting in her way. they introduce themselves, and he invites her in for a drink. he tells her about how he started a new job here and was just settling in, and bold of him, he asks if she'd wanna show him around. and soon enough, akaashi's cat takes a liking to bub's clothing, and he often finds the cat rubbing herself against bub's cozy cardigans. her visits to his apartment have made him realize that he likes the comfort she brings with her.

III. @miya-dynasty and kita!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ teacher!kita x barista!nhi & coffeeshop au.

nhi always wondered what the man that came in every morning with silly ties did for a living. was he working in an office that had a not-so-serious dress code? or maybe he just had an eclectic style. and every morning, the man ordered a black coffee. nhi started to enjoy his presence — the way he'd always add 2 sugars, take a sip, and smile to himself. one morning, he ordered a slice of cake, asking nhi for a recommendation. "it's for one of my students. he's turning 7 today, and he said his parents don't celebrate his birthday," he rambles. nhi sees the way his eyes light up as he talks about his students, and the next morning, kita buys a slice of cake to share with her.

IV. @kodzukoi and marius!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ prince!marius x tailor!koi & royal au.

koi was assigned to be the prince's tailor — the one who does all his fittings and designs all his clothes. it was a demanding job, really, because the prince was quite specific with what he wanted to wear and how he wanted people to perceive him. marius liked when koi would knock gently on his door, her sweet voice making its way through the oak doors. he liked when she'd present her designs to him with a proud smile, and truthfully, he'd wear anything she made — the clothes were lucky to be touched so carefully by her hands, marius thinks. he hopes she won't mind when he asks her to take his measurements again, wanting to feel the way her hands dance across his shoulders.

V. @bbiemilk and luke!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ labmate!luke x coco & the forced proximity trope.

luke and coco have had run-ins with each other, whether he was taking a break from pipetting to get another much-needed coffee or whether she was attempting to look for an empty room to practice her presentation. they shared kind smiles, and luke was often captivated by her eyes (they reminded him of his favorite drink — caramel mochas). one night, they were both staying late to finish up their projects. and unfortunately, they were snowed in. there was absolutely no way they could make it to the bus stop in this weather. so, they kept each other company. luke made coco a hot drink and watched how the reflection of falling snow twinkled in her espresso colored eyes.

[eri-cheri]

Now that we have reached the last chapter of the year. It is time to do a 2020 roll call of what I like to call, “State of the Shippers”:

1. IzuOcha. Status: Placated.

-IzuOcha’s could celebrate several cute tidbits throughout the year. Mini moments as they say.

Anime Highlights: The OVA’s came in clutch with moments for shippers all around and IzuOcha is no exception. We got a cute tidbit where Izuku and Ochako bumped into each other and were flustered.

Manga Highlights: Christmas kept on giving to this fandom as the AM doll Izuku gave Ochako made many appearances. A cute fist bump between the two was also exchanged and Mina was right there bouncing with y’all.

Heroes Rising: Izuku super man carried Ochako to safety. And was Angy she was injured. Fans could enjoy the small Lois Lane moment.

Troubling Signs?: Ochako said “I would like to be excluded from this narrative” when it comes to her feelings for Deku. She’s a hero damnit! So if they are in for something, probably won’t be while they are still in school.

II. DabiHawks. Status: Yikes.

- Dabi and Hawk’s very public breakup set this fandom in disarray but also kind of disayay?

Anime Highlights: None yet. This fandom was cruelly cock blocked by Bones. Sorry DabiHawks stans.

Manga Highlights: Where to begin, my goodness. With these fans, I guess the good and the bad is a plus in this homoerotic double agent relationship. We have the notion that Dabi may have known Hawks when they were kids, which may be a positive? Hori sure loves his childhood friends. Other than that. The GIRLS WERE FIGHTIN’. Hawks is now permanently scarred by Dabi and I don’t think it was kinky folks. Tokoyami inserted himself in the middle to White Knight Hawks, Dabi broke up with him via YT expose and overall, shippers could anguish in the absolute MESS that this ship endured this year. But I’m sure that’s part of the appeal. So...yay?

Heroes Rising: They were both in it.

Troubling Signs?: The entire relationship is a troubling sign which again, is part of the appeal. Maybe Hawks will cuddle up with Dabi’s father after the war. That’s troubling! Speaking of...

III. EndHawks. Status: Yearning and Burning.

-If there’s one thing Endeavor couldn’t stop worrying about, it was his hot (in more ways than one) new side piece who probably should have looked at the fine print when signing a contract to be a recurring guest star on “Keeping up with the Todoroki’s”.

Anime Highlights: A fateful meeting finally in high definition for all our eyes to see! Hawks’s unwavering support of his biggest hero was endearing to watch and their shenanigans together spurred the anime onlies to finally jump on the biggest May-December ship in the series.

Manga Highlights: Endeavor’s admiration and concern for Hawks seeped through the pages as we entered our most exciting arc in the manga yet. Fate split these two up yet entwined their downfall together. And that Fate’s name was Dabi...or should I say ⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️⚫️ or should I just say Touya!

Heroes Rising: “Don’t bite my head off, Endeavor.” Geez, can you flirt a little less loud Hawks?

Troubling Signs?: They say never meet your heroes and Hawks is in for a rude awakening. We shall see just how deep his admiration runs or if Endeavor’s past will split our dynamic duo up for good.

IV: TodoDeku. Status: “Precious”

-Shoto’s “Midoriya is in Danger” radar was highlighted in both manga and anime. 4th User’s quirk, who?

Anime Highlights: “Midoriya hasn’t returned yet.” “Where’s Midoriya?” “Midoriya! Grab my hand!” “Have some of my Soba Midoriya.” Shoto gets it. His emotional support friend is a danger magnet. TodoDeku’s also enjoyed tiny tidbits in the OVA such as a hand grabbing scene. Gotta hold tight to those crumbs.

Manga Highlights: Two Words. “Precious Friend.” Deku comes in w/o arms or legs fighting for Shoto and Shoto’s honor. These two spent the entire year worried sick about each other, and going against all odds to save each other. Precious Friends indeed. TDDK fans ate.

Heroes Rising: Shoto kicks some dog ass and then faints thinking of Deku (and Bakugo but shh. Let the shippers rejoice.) On the bright side, we have a 3rd movie coming featuring “The Three Musketeers” so shippers of TdDk can HOLD TIGHT to what’s to come.

Troubling Signs?: Shoto still doesn’t know about OFA and he’s gonna have LOTS of questions after this arc. Will Deku finally tell him? If not, it could make or break the ship.

V. TodoBaku. Status: “Shining through the city with a little funk and soul.”

-Who knew the greatest comedy duo we needed was Shoto and his hot headed “friend” or not friend? It still remains unclear to Shoto. Regardless, these two had a fun year.

Anime Highlights: “I wanna see your cute face”, disco dancing, and more fun in the provisional license training. Plus the OVA added some cute moments between the two such as Bakugo staying behind to save Todoroki during a dangerous excercise and his adorable plan neatly animated for us. I’d say TodoBaku’s really were resurgent and energized this year!

Manga Highlights: Shoto, that is not how you properly Catch a Kacchan, I’m sorry. But at least you did it you mad lad. As with Deku, Shoto spent the year worried sick about Bakugo. While the anime let us have our fun, these two were suffering in the manga.

Heroes Rising: Again, Shoto put a dog down and then fainted with Bakugo on his mind (and Deku but we ignore that. Shush.) TodoBaku’s have the 3rd movie to look forward to which is bound to have some amazing content!

Troubling Signs?: They have a lot of trauma to deal with. And a lot of Deku to worry about. I also imagine Shoto will be hurt about being left out of the OFA secret. We shall see what 2021 has to offer.

VI. KiriMina. Status: Unbreakable.

-Changing your hairstyle to match the gal who inspired you in middle school? Sorry y’all but if Mina were a guy, I’d say that’s gay af.

Anime Highlights: We got that backstory Bois. Red Riot’s origin might as well make him be called Pink Riot. Again with Hori and the childhood friends though I wouldn’t exactly call them friends. They just went to the same middle school but Kirishima was highly influenced by Mina’s Chivalrous spirit! A ship is born!

Manga Highlights: The influence is mutual! Mina creates a move based on Kirishima’s unbreakable and we all let out a collective “awwww”. Also in the war arc, we got Kirishima making sure Mina’s chivalrous spirit shines through right into Gigantomachia’s mouth! KiriMina may just be the unsung MVP’s of this arc.

Heroes Rising: They were in it.

Troubling Signs?: I can’t think of a single one. KiriMina’s can enjoy a peaceful sailing.

VII: KiriBaku. Status: Crumb Collectors.

-2020 was an uneventful year for KiriBaku but Bones made sure there were crumbs aplenty! Thank God for OVA’s!

Anime Highlights: KiriBaku’s did thrive in one episode! Kirishima reflects on the sludge incident and evolves his quirk based on inspiring words from Bakugo! Hooray! KiriBaku’s can thrive in their blossoming friendship. The OVA also has Kirishima (and Kaminari but shh) once again following Bakugo’s lead when it comes to the training excercise. How can you not? He’s so manly!

Manga Highlights: Not gonna lie. There is nothing much here this year. I did find a teeny tiny flake in Aizawa’s flashback. Kirishima and Bakugo are sitting next to each other. Oh! And at the hot pot gathering, Bakugo sits next to Kirishima! Eat your crumbs KiriBaku’s! There’s always next year!

Heroes Rising: Kirishima hangs with a lazy Bakugo and delivers the most hilarious line in the whole movie. “Silly Bakugo, there won’t be villains here!” Hahah... Silly Bakugo. Oh you~ KiriBaku’s can inhale the fact that those two sure love to hover around each other!

Troubling Signs?: With great crumbs come little responsiblity. No trouble if there’s no content! 🤔

VIII: KamiJirou. Status: Singing their hearts out 🎶

-If there’s any ship that’s coming close to canonization, I think this is it, folks! “Think of the person most important to you!” Can’t argue with Midnight!

Anime Highlights: Kaminari does non stop encouraging of Jirou and her hobbies! He works super hard to learn guitar for her sake! We love a king who can encourage his queen!

Manga Highlights: Kaminari thinks of the most important person to him and surprise! It’s Jirou! All of the feels can commence.

Heroes Rising: They were in it!

Troubling Signs?: Kaminari does love his women. And men. Kaminari overall is a huge flirt. But Jirou appears to have his heart strings. ❤️

IX: BakuDeku. Status: Rising. 👑

-Alternative Statuses include Winning, Thriving, Soaring. It’s just been non stop content this year. 2020 is truly the year for BakuDeku. The shippers can rejoice.

Anime Highlights: Three words. Be. My. Cane. The OVA’s helped fan the flames of the BkDk hearts with a surprise! Deku tops! Not only that, we got a lovely shoulder tap of encouragement in the canon material. While in season 4, Deku’s primary focus was Eri. Bakugo and Deku still had their moments to be hella gay.

Manga Highlights: Where do I even begin? I guess we’ll just cut to the chase with Bakugo Katsuki: Rising. We finally saw Bakugo’s true feelings manifest for Deku and if getting stabbed for him isn’t the ultimate showing of love, then idk what is. BakuDeku’s rounded out the year with the Volume 29 cover AND the volume 29 cover drafts to eat at our heart strings. Overall, their relationship got the spotlight in the manga this year. And we’re bound to start 2021 with a dramatic confrontation. Hand holding seems to be the key with these two and it didn’t stop with Heroes Rising...speaking of.

Heroes Rising: The entire movie. Like....yeah. That’s it. [OP, your bias is showing. You have to be SPECIFIC.] {But random criticizer in my head, if I lay out the entire plot of the movie, my post will be too long} [OP....] UGHHHH Okay okay. The POPSICLE MELTING. THE HAND HOLDING. THE CHARACTER DESIGNS OF WHAT MIGHT AS WELL BE THEIR LOVE CHILDREN. Did I mention? “It’s fine if it’s you?” CAUSE YEAH. Oh and All Might randomly officiating their wedding in their heads like idk. Isn’t it just simpler if I say the whole movie??!

Troubling Signs?: Well these two’s relationship is extremely delicate and while it has non stop soared this year, Deku might not take too kindly to Bakugo almost dying for him. Will they stop pushing each other away? Time will tell.

That’s all for this year folks! Happy Shipping and good luck to everyone next year!

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

The Twins Night Out

Summary: The twins go to their first concert. - 70s!Harry

Warnings: angst- but its nothin’ much! 

Y/n and Harry were in a little fight. Harry had bought tickets to a Fleetwood Mac concert for the whole family. He wanted their twins to experience the out of body experience a concert is- but his wife thinks otherwise. Harry swears up and down that she's being unreasonable, saying they are only four and don’t need to go to something like that. “Dove, let me take the twins to go see Fleetwood, they would love it.” Harry pouts, brushing a thumb over her cheek. 

Y/n rolls her eyes, walking out of the bedroom. “They are four years old. They do not need to be going to a concert.” Harry runs a hand through his shag haircut, groaning. “They are my children too! I say the twins go.” He huffs, following his wife to the twins bedroom. “Lennon, honey, it’s bath time.” Y/n calls to the four year old, smiling when they stand up from their toys. “Yup, then you’re gonna go to a concert with daddy.” Harry smiles, ruffling the twins' curls. 

Y/n snaps her head to her husband, giving him eyes that scare him- he knows he’s in trouble. “Bath time is gonna be in a second, play for a little more.” Y/n pulls her husband to the side, leaving the twins bedroom cracked so she can keep an eye on them. “You had no right to tell them that when I said they couldn’t go!” She whisper-yells.

Harry groans, “You’re buggin’ out over this! It’s just a concert. I even got a ticket for you. I got excited, now I’m all bummed out.” Y/n sighs, giving in, she rests her head against the wall- running a hand over the patterned wallpaper. “Whatever. But I’m not going and they aren’t gonna be out all night.” Harry smiles- still upset that his lover isn’t going but at least he get his way. “Groovy!” He slaps his hands together, “thank you! Love you, sunshine.” He exclaims, pecking his wife before rushing into the twins bedroom. 

“Bath time, then we gotta find a sick outfit for you two!” Harry smiles, pulling both of his four year olds up on his hips. 

**

“Kay, show mama your outfits!” Harry chuckles, shuffling his kids into his bedroom he shares with his wife. Honey is dressed in a short sleeve jean jumpsuit with white gogo boots underneath and some large black rim sunglasses with yellow lenses. Lennon is dressed in some blue striped pants with a matching blue button up and a colorful bandana tied around his neck. Harry went all out, some baby green flared with a psychedelic looking button up shirt- his chest out, a white belt, black boots and glitter smeared on his cheeks and collar bones. “Well, don’t you two look slammin’?!” Y/n asks, opening her arms and waiting for her kids to run into them. 

She kisses both of their heads, letting them go and turning back to her husband. “I’ll see you later.” She scrunches her nose, blowing a kiss. “Well, peace out sunshine! I’ll catch you later.” Harry winks back at her, catching her kiss and pressing it to his lips. 

**

The twins were buzzing while Harry drove them to the concert in their faded pastel yellow and white VW bus, it was very on trend and Harry couldn't help but get it. The venue wasn't too far away from their home, it was about thirty minutes away and the twins always loved a drive- especially when they could listen to music and jam out. “‘Kay, you two are gonna be good and stay with daddy the whole time, capisce?” Harry asks, peeking up at the mirror to look at the twins. “Capisce!” Lennon yells, making Harry chuckle, shaking his head at his silly little boy. “Capisce, daddy.” Honey says, her voice much quieter than her brothers. “So, you're not gonna talk to strangers, you aren't going to run away, you aren't going to act up.” Harry says, eyeing his son who's giving him a cheeky smile. “You know I'm talking to you, Lenny.” His son giggles, covering his mouth. “I know, daddy!” he rolls his eyes playfully and waves him off.

 **

“Okay, make mama happy and stay close to me.” Harry demands in a gentle tone, holding both of his toddlers hands while they walk through the crowd to get to the pit. Y/n would have most definitely said no if she knew where they were- good thing she didn't ask many questions. 

“Daddy, what are we doing?” Honey asks, looking up at her father. Harry laughs, pulling her up on his hip. “We're here to see some people sing, doll.” she tosses a hand out, burrowing her eyebrows. “But daddy, it's time for bed.” Harry can't help but laugh, “But you can stay up a bit longer tonight, I promise.” “I can't see, move!” Lennon says, trying to look through all the tall adults. Harry muffles his laugh, “Hey, its all gonna be groovy once the show starts.” Lennon nods signing and twirling around. The show stars soon enough- Harry is definitely more excited than his kids. He loves Fleetwood Mac so he was buzzing to go to this concert. “Daddy, I can't see.” Honey pouts up at him. Harry nods, “Wanna sit on my shoulder?” Honey smiles, nodding. Harry pulls her up, setting her on his shoulder. She squeals, her hands coming onto his head to rest onto his curls. “Cause when the lovin’ stops and the lights go down, and there's not another livin’ soul around, you woo me until the sun comes up, and you say that you love me.” Harry sings along to the song, softly swaying to the music. 

“Having fun, Lenny?” Harry coos, holding his hand while they all dance. “Yup!” Harry laughs, pulling out his small film camera that Y/n had forced him to take. “Okay, smile so we can show mama the photos!” Harry says, setting Lennon down and waiting for him to smile. Lennon smiles and Harry snaps the photo of him, shaking it so it develops. “It looks sick!” Harry smiles, showing his little boy. “Can you get a photo of us?” Harry asks, handing the camera off to his boy. Lennon nods, smiling and looking through the little hole of the camera. “Say cheese!” Harry makes a face that looks like he's growling, Honey smiling all pretty. “Thanks mate!” he ruffles Lennon's hair and takes the camera, slipping it into his back pocket. 

**

“Okay, babies, Mama said we can't be out too late so we gotta head home now.” Harry coos, pulling his sleepy twins up onto his hips and pushing through the forest of people. 

The kids yawn and place their head on his shoulder. He walks back to the bus, strapping them into their carseats.

 **

“Yay, we're home.” Harry cheers sarcastically, dropping the sleeping kids onto the green couch. Y/n laugh, standing up and yawning. She wraps her arms around her husband, kissing his cheek. “How was the show?” she asks, her arms still around his neck. “It was amazing, Sunshine. The babies loved it.” he pulls out the photos he got, handing them to her. She shuffled through a couple of photos and smiled. “Awe, they look so happy..” “Yeah, Lennon had such a good time dancing.” Y/n pouts a little upset that she was so stubborn and chose not to go just because she was upset with her husband. Now she's missed out on her little one's very first concert. “I wish I would have gone.” Harry nods, kissing her forehead . “There's always next time.” 

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-PART 40

Weekend 7

Harry reached sharply at 8 and was warmly greeted by Lux who couldn't stop smiling. Theo was playing with Cliff and upon seeing Harry, both of them ran to him at once.

"Will Cliff be joining us?" Harry asked, scratching Clifford behind the ears.

"No," replied Theo sadly, "he is not allowed, so we're dropping him at the dog sitters place."

"Aww Cliffy we'll miss you,'' Harry patted Clifford before looking around for Louis.

Louis emerged right then from the room wearing an unbuttoned sap green shirt over a plain white tee, sunglasses hooked in the t-shirt, chocolate brown fringe falling over his eyes. He looked beautiful.

Louis caught him staring but was awestruck himself to do anything about it. Harry stood in front of him wearing a pink shirt with white polka dots, buttons half undone (as always) and sunglasses atop his head, tangled in his curls.

They stared at each other without even moving a muscle when Theo and Lux started aggressively tugging Louis, breaking the moment.

"C'mon uncle Lou, let's goooooo."

"We're getting LATE!"

Within fifteen minutes, all of them were seated in Louis' car driving to the dog sitters house. The car speaker was playing 'Do you wanna build a snowman' on Theo's insistence and after dropping Clifford, they were driving off to the wonders that awaited them.

Harry waited with the kids as Louis went ahead to buy the tickets. Once they got the tickets, they stood with a group and a tour guide greeted them.

"Hello and welcome to the Warner Bros Studios- the making of Harry Potter. I'm gonna walk you through the sets and--"

Harry was distracted by Louis practically bobbing with excitement next to him. Soon the guide led them into the studio and they stood in a wide hall, at the centre of which a statue of the Gringott's dragon was suspended.

People around them were buzzing around and clicking pictures. Even Louis took out his phone and with great concentration took a picture if the dragon. From there, they were led to a set up of the inside of privet drive and the cupboard under the stairs.

"Oh my god, Theo look Harry's room," Lux pulled Theo out of the crowd to show him what she'd seen.

Next they went inside the great hall where and it was magnificent. Harry had seen the Harry Potter movies, but wasn't that deeply invested in them. But Louis. Let's just say Harry had come to visit the place with three kids and not two. Louis couldn't contain his excitement at all. He took in everything with eager eyes, took pictures randomly and every now and then Harry could hear him murmur "wish I was a wizard."

Slowly they walked through a lot more sets each as exciting as the last one. From the Gryffindor common room, boys dorm, Hagrid's hut, potions & herbology classroom, leaky cauldron, to the various shops of Diagon Alley, each captured the attention of the crowd and made everyone's jaw drop. They had a difficult time in the forbidden forest, where huge spiders kept appearing every now and then, scaring Theo and Lux, and Louis had to keep explaining that those weren't real.

There was a particular emotional moment when Louis was brought to tears by a stuffed werewolf because it reminded him of Remus Lupin. Both Lux and Theo, along with Harry had to console him afterwards. He had barely recovered when they were faced with a abstract statue of Sirius Black and Louis was sad again.

Soon it was time for lunch and they found some nice seats in the in-studio restaurant and ate to their fullest. Louis and Harry even tried butterbeer and Louis declared this should be available at all regular clubs too.

After lunch, they were led towards the Hogwarts Express and Harry took pictures of Lux, Theo and Louis one by one in front of the 9¾ platform. In another section, tourists could dress up in Hogwarts robes and sit on a broomstick and record videos and of course all three of them did.

All of them were amazed at the props section. Each and every prop used in the movies was placed in glass boxes and they looked so realistic, it'd make one think that they were actually in the wizarding world.

Walking around the wizarding world set up they didn't even notice the time and soon it was almost evening.

The tour was almost over and their last stop was the merch shop. Upon entering the merch shop, nobody moved for a few seconds. They were taken aback by the variety of items that had been stacked up for sale. Louis bought Lux and Theo a wand each and they couldn't stop waving it around even for a second. He himself wanted to buy a Gryffindor quidditch costume, which earned a tease from Harry,

"Fancy seeing you go to work in these."

"Don't be silly Harry, it's for Halloween."

At the end he settled for a Gryffindor t-shirt and bought robes for the twins instead. Hufflepuff for Theo and Gryffindor for Lux.

Louis even made Harry take the Sorting Hat quiz right there, so he could buy him something. Hufflepuff.

"Yay, Harry you're with me," said Theo running to hug him.

Harry wouldn't buy a robe so Louis got him a t-shirt too.

They also bought a Hogwarts poster for the twins' bedroom at Louis' (because their mum wouldn't let them put up so many posters in the room in their own house and well Louis is the cool uncle so he'll obviously buy it for them).

On their way out they bought loads of chocolates and in his excitement, Louis didn't notice that Harry was lingering a little longer at the payment desk.

It was a wholesome day and it left them exhausted but happy.

After exiting the studio, Louis drove them to his favourite restaurant for dinner. The twins were staying with them tonight and had insisted Harry stay back too. Harry readily agreed and Louis was the happiest.

Theo had fallen asleep in Harry's lap and Lux in Louis' and the two of them slowly climbed the stairs to the apartment carrying the kids in their arms.

After reaching the apartment, Louis woke them up for a while to brush their teeth while Harry got them ready for bed. As Harry and Louis tucked them in their bed, they both said their goodnights in sleepy murmurs.

Harry was feeling tired too and went to the guest room (which had begun to look like his room) after wishing Louis goodnight.

As Harry settled in the bed, he took out his phone, deciding to post some pictures.

As he finished posting some pictures, he noticed that Louis had put up some stories on Instagram too. He was amused by the excitement which was radiating off of Louis' stories. He really was a kid at heart.

Harry was about to keep his phone down and go to sleep when he noticed that Louis had posted a picture. He quickly scrolled up and when he saw what Louis had posted, his breath hitched.

Harry will never know what possessed him at that moment that he jumped out of bed and pulled the blue wrapped packet from under the bed, deciding to go to Louis' room at once. He grabbed a clean t-shirt (which belonged to Louis) from the bedside drawer and at once made his way across to Louis' door. Clutching the packet tightly in one hand, he softly knocked.

Harry waited for about 2 seconds before the door was opened by Louis, still shirtless.

"What happened Harry? Did you need something?" Louis asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"No, --um yeah, I mean- I wanted to give you something," Harry replied waving the packet slightly.

"Oh come in."

They made their way to the bed when Louis seemed to remember he wasn't wearing a shirt and quickly dived into the drawers for one. Harry's brows furrowed in frustration when he saw Louis putting on a black tank top and coming over to sit next to him.

"What did you get me?"

"See for yourself," Harry said handing the packet to Louis.

"You didn't have to," Louis continued, carefully opening the packet, "When did you even--"

Louis paused midway, opening the box in the packet, gaping at the content inside. "Harry, you-- I-- you- thanks wow, I mean- how did you-", he tried forming a coherent sentence while picking up the carved wooden wand from the box.

Harry chuckled quietly, "I saw how intently you were learning the wand choreography. It's only fair that you have one too."

Louis flung himself on Harry, knocking the breath out of his lungs, "thank you so much, I love this."

Harry hugged him back tightly, trying to steal as much warmth as he could before he had to let go.

Louis let go after a few seconds, face flushed and went back to examining the wand. Harry watched Louis' eyes sparkle as he held out his wand and tried out some moves. Louis couldn't stopped smiling and that made Harry's insides flutter.

After a while, Harry decided it best to leave, "So I'll leave you to your devices. Goodnight."

Harry got up to leave but was stopped by Louis tugging the hem of his t-shirt.

"You could stay if you want," Louis said, ducking his head down.

"Here?" Harry asked, unsure, not letting his hopes get the better of him.

"Here," Louis replied looking up, holding Harry's gaze.

"Um okay."

Harry sat back on the bed as Louis shifted around to remove his clothes from the bed. Harry moved back in the bed and leaned against the headboard. Louis joined him soon and for a few moments both were quiet, not knowing what to say. The silence wasn't uncomfortable though.

Louis had kept the windows open which let in the cool summer breeze and Harry felt at peace listening to the sound of crickets with Louis beside him.

Louis started first-

"I saw that you posted a picture of me from your main."

"Yes."

"Wouldn't that be a problem?"

"Why? I can hang out with my friends."

Friends

Harry quickly tried to correct himself after seeing the look on Louis' face, "Not that I consider you one-- I mean-- yes I do, but not in that way, you know-- I mean-"

"It's okay Harry. I know," Louis replied, relaxing once again and slowly sliding down the bed, lying flat on his back.

Harry watched him as the moonlight settled on the curves of his face, and watched as his eyelids fluttered slowly, the moonlight dancing in the shadows of his eyelashes.

Harry tangled his fingers with Louis' half afraid that Louis would remove his hand but Louis just tightened the grip.

"Thanks for today," Harry hummed so slowly, that Louis missed him.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for today," Harry said, a little louder this time, "for everything actually."

Louis craned his neck upward to look at Harry's face and said, "Someone's being sappy today."

Harry smiled and slid down himself, propped himself on his left elbow, head resting on his hand and looked down at Louis. "Well you make me one."

"You make me one too."

If Harry could choose one moment to relive over and over again, it would probably be this, him lying beside Louis, their fingers intertwined and his face hovering inches above Louis'.

They gazed at each and even in the dim moonlight that had filtered in the room, they could see every inch of each others face clearly and suddenly without a warning Harry leaned in and kissed Louis.

Louis' brain short circuited and he froze for a second before giving in. Harry astounded by his own courage didn't waste time in climbing on top of Louis and taking his breath away.

Harry could feel the butterfly convention in his stomach going feral.

Louis let out a nervous laugh when they stopped to catch their breaths. Harry's curls were all over his face and Louis brought his hand up tuck the wild curls behind his ears.

"Harry are you sure?" he managed between ragged breaths.

"Yes," Harry replied, his voice strained.

"But-" Louis stopped, not knowing how to say it.

"Oh god," Harry groaned, "you're gonna make me say it aren't you? Yes Louis Tomlinson, I want this, if it wasn't clear enough. Just that-" he paused, "you're the first-"

"-bloke you're snogging?" Louis completed with an all knowing smile.

"I would have framed it better, but I guess that works too."

With that Harry closed the gap between them again, hands fiddling with the fabric of Louis' shirt which he managed to pull off in a few minutes.

"Shouldn't have put it on," Harry murmured in between their kisses.

Louis tangled his hands in Harry's hair and tugged at it in response.

"I love seeing you in my shirt," Louis said, rolling them over, settling on top of Harry, legs straddling Harry's hips, "but right now, I'd like for it to disappear."

Louis grabbed his wand from the bedside table and pointing it down at Harry, said "Evanesco!"

Harry watched in amusement as the boy above him, held a wand out and incanted a vanishing spell in the middle of a heated moment. Trust Louis to be dramatic. Louis' eyes glistened in the dim light and Harry obliged instantly. Louis leaned in on Harry and they got into their rhythm again, slowly discovering every inch of each other's skin, neither willing to let go.

--

When Harry woke next morning, he pleased to find himself on top of Louis' chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of Louis' belly underneath his hand. He slowly got up, careful not to wake Louis up and got off the bed, planting a kiss on Louis' forehead and made for the bathroom. He quickly freshened up, and returned to the room, to find Louis sitting up, with his back facing the window, sunlight slipping in through the curtains and illuminating his back. Louis smiled sleepily and beckoned Harry to come over. Harry started making his way over to him but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Stay here, don't move, I'll be back."

He dashed out of Louis' room and into the guest room and returned a minute later with his phone.

"Can I take a picture?"

"What?" Louis laughed in disbelief. "You can't be serious, I'm in my boxers."

"That won't matter. You look beautiful."

A slow blush spread across Louis' face and Harry took that as a cue to move forward. He stood at the end of the bed on Louis' right side and with great concentration took a picture.

"Let me have a look" Louis asked.

"Nuh, uh. You'll see when it's time."

Louis pouted his lips in faux sadness which earned a kiss from Harry.

"Now freshen up, the twins will be up anytime soon."

Inside the shower, Louis couldn't stop thinking about last night. He could feel a stupid grin spread on his face everytime he thought about Harry.

God. He might be in love.

Louis emerged into the drawing room and an amazing smell of pancakes wafted into his nose.

"Hey how'd you know?" Louis asked, making his way over to the kitchen and climbing on top of the kitchen counter.

"Huh? --oh this? Lux told me. Pancakes. Household favourite."

"You're spoiling them."

"You're one to talk," Harry raised an eyebrow at Louis and had to force his thoughts from wanting to kiss Harry again to the delicious pancakes being cooked.

The twins absolutely adored Harry and wouldn't let him leave even after breakfast. Lot's of negotiations and promises later, they finally agreed to let Harry leave. Louis walked him to the door and as Harry was leaving, he reached out and held his hand.

"Um, you do realise that we've watched 21 out of 22 movies and it's just week 7?"

"So what? If you thought you'll get rid of me after a few calculated weeks, you're wrong mister. I think we established that already."

"Yeah, I was just checking if it stands," Louis replied sheepishly.

"After yesterday, you don't have to worry," Harry said, moving closer and pressing a chaste kiss on Louis' lips.

And he was off.

Louis would have stood in the doorway for a little longer if the sound of giggles behind him didn't break his train of thoughts.

Lux and Theo were peering around from the couch and had apparently witnessed the display of affection.

"Are you going to marry him uncle Lou?" Theo asked, his expressions a mix of glee and confusion.

"No Theo, put your mind to rest," Louis ruffled Theo's hair.

"Do you love him? Like mommy and daddy?"

Louis smiled at that, "I don't know Lux, maybe ask Harry, next time you see him."

Lux beamed at that and soon Louis was getting the twins ready to be picked up by their mum.

Louis' sister actually stayed for an hour and they talked about all sorts if stuff, catching up on things they'd missed in each other's lives. Louis thought for a moment of he should tell her about Harry but then decided against it. It was too soon.

No sooner had all of them left, when Louis got a notification of a new post from Harry's private instagram. He quickly opened it and what he saw took his breath away again. Harry seemed to be doing that quite often.

Harry Styles was going to be the death of him.

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Note : first of all I'm so sorry for the late update, my college schedule is all packed up ugh -_- Secondly I've never been to Warner Bros Studios myself, so excuse the narration!

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INTRO

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My Boys

Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers (best friend) Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1780

Warnings: Slow Start, Language, Tiny bit of Fluff

Summary: After being abandoned by her parents in Brooklyn in 1929, y/n makes a living for herself by working for the Црни лабуд gang until she meets two boys in a back alley and her life slowing begins to change

Hi again, so yesterday definitely didn’t go plan at all, I was caught up in way too much work and by the time I’d finished it all it was 4 in the morning and I had to get up at 6 for college. My apologies for the lack of a chapter yesterday, hopefully this was worth the wait though :) Enjoy Everyone!

Readers POV

It was sometime in the early morning when Becca same flying into my room, I could feel my mood change from one of complete and utter boredom to one of happiness, I swear down this little girl could manage to make the grim reaper smile. Her black hair bounced behind her as she hurried to climb up the bed, instantly crushing me with a tight hug, “Y/n! I missed you so much! I’m sorry for not coming sooner but Mama and Papa said you needed more time to rest” her bright eyes glossed over as she rushed out her apology.

I actually felt my heart clench at her words, which to be honest was a bit concerning, her little face scrunched up into a frown and I instantly pulled her into a hug, “Sweetie there’s nothing you need to say sorry for, if anything I should be saying sorry for leaving you for so long with those silly boys! I can’t imagine how bad they must have smelled! Oh, my lord I’m feeling faint even thinkin’ about it!”. Instantly the frown on her little face vanished, her giggles echoed in my ear as she fell backwards onto the bed clutching her stomach, my smile was almost wide as Bucky’s ego. Almost.

Once she’d managed to calm down enough, Becca crawled back up the bed and climbed under the covers before cuddling up next to me, my arm instantly wound around the younger girl as I placed a small kiss on her hair and in that moment, I felt at ease, finally complete as the little girl cuddled further into my side.

Mrs Barnes POV (Surprise!)

A gentle smile spread across my face as I watched my girls, both excitedly chatting back and forth about their favourite things, the half-completed scarf forgotten to me as my mind wandered to the talk George and myself had last night. Both of us agreed that we would never be able to pay y/n back for protecting our boys, but we both noticed one particular trait about her, she tended to protect everyone but herself. It was almost as if she valued everyone else’s life above her own, it made me worry about what she’s had to have gone through to value herself at such a low rate, maybe it’s my motherly side coming out but there’s this constant urge to protect her. The knowledge of her not having a family weighed heavily on both my soul and my heart, even thinking about it broke my heart, and that’s when George and I made our decision. We wanted her to be apart of our family, protect her in the same way she tried to protect both our family and our boys, after everything the poor girls been through it’s the very least we could do.

After a while I noticed the room was unusually silent, my head turned towards the girls and my eyes were met with a sight that made me want to weep with joy, both of them had fallen asleep, Y/n’s arms were wound around Becca protectively as the younger girl cuddled closer to y/n’s side. I kept my gaze on the girls, committing the moment to my memory as my heart swelled with delight, a wide smile played on my lips as I picked up the scarf started to work on it determined to give y/n a welcoming gift.

Time Skip

Steve’s POV

“Yeah sure Buck, like I actually believe that!” Bucky was goin’ on about he fought off 10 guys at once in school today, the way he was tellin’ it had me in stiches as he claimed he “knocked em down with the strength of the devil” before finishing the fight with fireworks goin’ off behind him. “I’m bein’ serious Stevie! You shoulda seen their faces when I pulled out my sword and started chasing em…how much of this you belivin’?” he finally stopped his rambling when he glanced at my face, completely blank as I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.

Seconds of silence passed, “You can’t letta a guy be dramatic for one second?!”, I’ll admit I didn’t expect him to fall to the floor and start waving his arms and legs about while cryin’ about me bein’ a spoil sport, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t funny. I was doubled over with laughter, nearly crying as I joined Buck on the floor, the pair of us struggling to breath from laughing so hard.

The sound of a door opening along with an exasperated sigh made us both shut up immediately, glancing up I was met with the sight of Mama Barnes, a small smile on her face as she looked at the both of us expectedly, waitin’ for us to get off the floor. “Normally I would ask both of you what on the name of earth you were doin’ on the floor, but I’ve seen you do some stupider things so at this point I’m not surprised”. Buck shared a look with me before facing his mama, a sheepish grin on his face as he tried to explain why we were acting dumb, Mama just shook her head at us and ushered us inside y/n’s room, tellin’ us to keep quiet.

3rd Person POV

Both boys entered the room, softly shutting the door behind them as they turned around, neither expecting to see the sight before them, Bucky and Steve’s younger sister was curled up next to y/n, both girls had a relaxed, peaceful expression on their faces. The blankets were wrapped around them both, the younger of the two using the older girls chest as a pillow shifting slightly as the older pulled her closer to her side, unconsciously wrapping both the blanket and her arms around her in a bid to keep her warm.

Soft smiles graced the lips of both boys, watching the two girls as they slept peacefully, the blonde-haired boy noticing the older girl shiver a tiny bit from the change in temperature, as quietly as possible he made his way towards them. Carefully, he unwrapped a small part of the blanket from the younger girl and repositioned it over the two of them equally, tucking the edges into the bed frame before glancing behind him at his friend.

The boy with the brown hair hadn’t moved an inch, his entire body refusing to move in case the sight in front of him suddenly disappeared. His blue eyes never left the face of the older girl, taking in her immense beauty was enough to stun him for hours, his gaze roamed over her face in a leisurely way, absorbing how perfect she looked when sleeping. Any attempt to gain his attention failed, his mind too clouded with the image of her, a soft warm feeling settled in his heart, growing stronger with every second he stared at her.

Once the blonde-haired boy realised that he wasn’t gaining the attention of his friend anytime soon, he followed his friends line of sight, letting out a small chuckle as he turned his head towards the boy’s mother, sharing a small knowing smile as she watched her son from the corner of her eye.

Time Skip

Readers POV

The veil of sleep slowly cleared from my mind, hushed voices grabbed my attention as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, my eyes made contact with Mr and Mrs Barnes, the sound of the lads doing somethin’ stupid filled the background. Both of the parents smiled at me, I wanted to sit up but Becca was still asleep, and I couldn’t find it in my heart to disturb her from sleep, “Y/n, sweetheart, the doctor came in while you girls were sleeping, he said that you’ll be able to leave tomorrow after a few more check ups and tests, and we wanted to ask you somethin’.” I felt my head tilt to the side in confusion, maybe it was about the medical bills, I mean a stunt like this couldn’t have been cheap…

“Sweetie, we were wondering if you’d like to join our family, there is nothing in this world we could offer or do to thank you for protecting our family, so we only ask that you let us return the favour and protect you.”

I could feel my jaw drop to the floor, my eyes watered with tears as I nodded my head frantically and pulled them both into a hug, crying into Mrs Barnes’s chest while thanking her over and over again. The bed dipped even more as two more pairs of arms joined the hug, the hole in my soul left as I came to the realisation that I finally had a family to call my own, a sudden shout of excitement broke us all out of the hug as Becca tackled my side, knocking me flat out on my back.

“I FINALLY HAVE A SISTER! YAY! MAMA I HAVE A SISTER!” Becca’s joyful cries made us all laugh, quickly clambering off me she started running ‘round the room, only stoppin’ to do the odd celebration dance. A tap on shoulder distracted me from Becca’s antics, “So how’s it feels to be apart of the Barnes Clan?” Steve’s face met mine with a joyful smile, I not so subtly rolled my eyes at him before bumping my shoulder with his, “Thought I joined the clan the minute your friend over there carried my ass to the front door”.

Steve let out a small snicker as Bucky’s head shot up as he playfully glared at the pair of us, choosing to make his way over while his parents were distracted with Becca, “What was that Doll? From what I remembered I oh so bravely carried you to my home while you pelted with punches and cute little threats” excuse me, CUTE ?! there is nothing cute about me threatening to rip your soul outta your body Barnes!

A cocky smirk appeared on his lips as I narrowed my eyes at him, “you do realise that you’re now stuck with me now Barnes? If I was you I’d be sleeping with one eye open” outta the corner of my eye I saw Steve bring a hand up to his face and cover it while shaking his head, since when did that bugger get sassy?! Instead of taking my threat seriously, Bucky smiles as his puts his arm around me with a shit-eating grin on his face, “You know you love me doll, heck how could ya not look at this face!” now it was my turn to facepalm.

What the hell did I just agree to?!

Things have finally started looking up for the reader! Thanks for Reading :)

Rose xx

[clubyukhei]

giant baby

pairing: wong yukhei x (f) reader

genre: fluff, slice of life

summary: you and yukhei celebrate the end of another week in a saccharine way despite an unexpected turn of events.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: this started out as a timestamp… but it soon exceeded 1k words so here we are. but also there’s no such thing as too much dad!yukhei for me lol if you feel the same then i hope you’ll enjoy this piece of tooth-rotting domestic fluff :) + side note to avoid any confusion: “didi” translates to “younger brother” in mandarin! 

*reposted due to tag problems. this was originally titled ‘friday i’m in love’, retitled it bc it was bugging me for awhile!

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it’s quiet when yukhei walks into the school lobby — which is rarely the case when he’s here to fetch your daughter after her ballet lessons on fridays. 

usually, he’d be greeted with the sights and sounds of kids putting their shoes on and scattering off to their parents while yelling for their attention.

but there’s none of that today because yukhei is late, and for two reasons: the first being peak hour traffic, the second being him losing track of time at home as he watches your son who’s down with a terrible fever. 

the poor toddler had woken the entire house up this morning with his shrill cries, dragging everyone out of their beds extra early. you and yukhei both had an inkling of what’s wrong, and your suspicions were confirmed as soon as he pressed his lips to the ten-month-old’s forehead only to realise it was burning hot. 

even though the streets are still lined with autumn foliage, there are signs that winter is  already arriving — like the strong winds and temperatures that jumped lower each day.

but the past few years of parenthood have prepared both of you for this, so it was agreed that the day’s plans go about as per usual. 

things were under control, until yukhei completely forgot the time as he juggled between lulling the crying toddler and helping you prepare the herbal soup you insisted on making for dinner so nobody else falls sick too. 

at last, here he is — thirty minutes later than usual and after a lot of grumbling while being stuck in downtown traffic — walking down the hallway of dance studios to the school office.

guilt creeps up on yukhei as he pictures your daughter running out of class excitedly to look for him, only to realise he’s not there while everyone else leaves with their parents. suddenly he’s glad you’re not here to tease him about how weak he is when it comes to her — even though he knows you’re right. 

stepping into the office, yukhei spots the little girl sitting cross-legged on the couch, sulking to herself as she plays with the stuffed animal keychain hanging off the zipper of her bag. 

“princess?” he calls out softly.

“daddy!” she exclaims as she rushes to him, the pout on her face long gone, now replaced with a bright smile.

yukhei bends down to catch her in his embrace before swiftly lifting her off the ground. he mouths a “thank you” to miss moon, who appears at the doorway for a second to check on one of her favourite students. 

“daddy, did you forget about me?” the ballerina in his arms asks curiously. “why did you take so long?” 

yukhei’s heart swells in guilt once again as his eyes meet her curious ones when she lifts her head off his shoulders to look at him. it’s an innocent question that has him speechless for a second. 

“no, no...  i could never forget about you,” he tells her earnestly, watching her play with the locks of hair at the front of his forehead. 

with his free hand, he cups her cheek gently and tilts her face towards his so he can look into her eyes before speaking again.

“i’m sorry, princess.” he says, smoothing over the softness of her cheek with a thumb. “i was stuck in traffic. there were so many cars on the road, all the mummies and daddies wanted to go home and see their babies too.”

“oh,” the little girl nods in realisation. “it’s okay, daddy. i wanna go home and see didi too!”

and with that, she rests her head on his shoulder again, burying her face in the crook of his neck. yukhei is slightly dumbfounded.

“really? were you scared when you didn’t see daddy?”

“no! i’m a big girl, remember?”

yukhei chuckles, both relieved and amused by the four-year-old’s answer. 

“yes you are.”

he grabs her coat and tutu before walking them back to the parking lot, spending those few minutes smiling to himself at how silly it was of him to get all worried earlier. 

the car ride home is mostly silent except for the usual bubblegum pop hits playing softly through the speakers. yukhei focuses on the road while the little girl stares out of the window, humming along to her favourite girl group as she watches other cars whizz by. 

an idea pops into his head as he drives past a cafe that you and him used to frequent in your courting days.

your daughter gasps when she realises he’s pulling into a drive-thru. 

“a special treat since daddy was late today, okay?”

“yay! are we getting ice cream?” 

“no ice cream for today, princess. it’s getting cold and i don’t want you falling sick like your didi.” yukhei hums. “how about a babyccino?”

“okay! thank you daddy,” she rejoices, wiggling excitedly in her booster seat. 

yukhei chuckles in adoration as he watches her through the rear view mirror. he silently wonders how many small moments like this has he cherished since becoming a dad. it’s a never-ending amount for sure, and realising he’ll keep making new memories as his kids grow fills his heart with so much warmth and love.

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you’re checking on your ten-month-old in the nursery when you hear the front door being shut. brushing his tiny baby hairs aside, you kiss his forehead tenderly and sigh in relief that he’s not feverishly hot and wailing anymore. 

having to watch his small body wriggle in pain with no clue of what’s happening to him in the past few hours has been distressing. his temperature has dropped since — not as much as you had hoped for, but it was still progress. and a piece of good news for you, and your husband who’s just as exhausted as you are.

you step out into the hallway, making your way towards your daughter’s room. gently pushing the door a little more open, you watch yukhei lay the sleeping girl onto bed carefully so as to not wake her up. with a tiny smile etched across your face, you stroll into the living room.

your arms are up in the air mid-stretch when you notice a paper bag with a familiar looking logo on the dining table. 

“you’re welcome,” yukhei sings as he walks past you and into the kitchen.

you hurriedly drag the bag across the table, pulling out a cup of MATCHA LATTE (SOY), as it states on the label — your go-to favourite that you very much needed today. 

“oh my.” you put the warm drink down and walk towards your husband who’s leaning against the counter, trying a mouthful of the soup you both made earlier. 

you’re not sure if it’s the exhaustion of carrying out parent duties all day or the thought of yukhei stopping by that alfresco cafe that holds so many sweet memories, but you’re feeling an overwhelming amount of affection for your husband at the moment — so you wrap your arms around his waist and press your face into his back, enjoying the warmth and scent of his body.

“what would i do without you? thank you baby.” 

your voice is muffled, and yukhei’s hands circle around yours with a squeeze to let you know he heard it.

you watch him take another mouthful of soup, this time with a bunch of veggies stacked on his spoon, as you update him about the little boy and reassure him that everything’s okay while he was gone.

“how did it go, by the way? were you late?” you ask.

“mmhmm. but our _____ is a big girl, she didn’t cry at all.”

“of course. if anyone’s crying, it’s you, my giant baby.”

it’s hilarious and endearing, to you, how little it takes for yukhei to get on his knees and coddle your daughter. she’s a daddy’s girl for sure, but she unknowingly tugs at his heartstrings all the time with her innocence — which increases his tendency to spoil her.

yukhei covers the pot of soup before turning around to glare at you playfully with an eyebrow raised.

“don’t you think you should be nicer to me after that little surprise?” 

you merely giggle, turning around to grab your matcha latte. 

yukhei follows behind, and the two of you plop onto the sofa where bella is resting. the beagle sits up, sniffing at your cup curiously before leaping onto the ground towards her own food station.

“the kids are asleep... you know what that means.” yukhei yawns. 

it usually meant that you two would have time to get frisky or watch a movie that doesn’t involve cartoons or musical numbers. but you and him knew you both needed something else today.

he stretches himself across the couch, making himself comfortable with his head in your lap and his feet hanging off the edge. 

“it means nap time for you.” 

“and you too.” 

“but i got to rest a bit while you were out, baby.” you set the lid of your drink aside, taking a sip of the milk foam. “it’s your turn now. i’ll wake you up when it’s dinner time.” 

yukhei hums. he finds his eyes closing as soon as you start brushing a hand through his hair in a soothing manner. 

a few moments pass. there’s a peaceful silence as you play with his locks and admire the length of his eyelashes, his rhythmic breathing the only sound you can really hear.

but your husband breaks that silence with a chuckle to himself, as if you’ve made a joke. 

you’re confused. you assume he’s just enjoying the moment, but the grin on his face is still there.

“are you dreaming already?”

yukhei laughs this time, shaking his head.

“i just realised something. _____ does this too, you know?”

“huh?” 

“she likes messing my hair around. just like her mum.”

you try to bite back a smile, but it’s a total failure. giddy with affection, you press a long kiss to his forehead.

“go to sleep, giant baby.”

[djmarinizelablog]

This is an ask that lets the author pick the prompt she wants

Yay, thank you for the wild card, Anon! 

#50. General: “Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out... you end up surprising me.”

Levi gets an old friend back.

Prompt list (pick a prompt with your fave ship and send it to me; I’ll write something about it)

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The tavern is loud and lively, festive lights adorning its walls and ceilings. In their previous life, Levi would never have succumbed to Hange's preferences, with him always opting for smaller pubs where there are only a few patrons lingering for hours. But no one else knows them in this world which is why he lets it slide. The point is to merely have a good time.

The two of them are seated at the bar on the farthest end, away from the rest of the crowd but visible enough to be serviced by the bartender. Hange tells him stories over some alcohol and liquor, reminiscing about the good old days and her experiments. Levi asks Hange if they've seen other people they both know, and Hange comes to a pause. 

“They're out there, somewhere.” Hange's eyes are focused on their finger tapping the empty beer bottle. “Probably also grabbing some drinks like we are right now. Letting themselves loose.”

"Is this how you've always envisioned the afterlife to be?"

"Hey, I can't imagine anything better." Hange gives him a wry smile. 

The bartender serves them another round of drinks and Hange instantly chugs another in one go. 

Some fiddler has started playing in the tavern and people have joined in singing and dancing. Even Hange is tapping their foot to the rhythm and clapping their hands to the song. It's been a while since the last time he’s ever seen Hange so vibrant, so enigmatic. 

A question pops in his mind, silly as it is: "Do people get drunk in the afterlife?"

Chuckling, Hange slides a shot glass towards him and grins. "Only one way to find out." 

They down their vodka together.

It goes like that for some time: the two of them taking shots after the other, some chatter, and then more empty glasses and bottles clinking against the counter. Another hour has passed and they fill their stomachs to their heart's content, Hange laughing like they’ve always done so, Levi listening intently like he doesn't know any better. The entire ordeal feels so satisfying. 

“To no more wars, huh?” he says, and it almost seems like a relief to his body and soul.

Hange raises a glass, the sound of accordions and fiddles playing in the background. “To no more wars.”

There’s a lot more he has to say but thinks better of it. Hange takes off their glasses for a bit to wipe the lenses which have fogged, but that doesn't stop them from humming to the melody of the music. It might be the heat pooling in both of their cheeks, but Hange’s had way too many drinks, Levi muses, the way they theatrically wave their hands around while they’re telling a story. Then again, it’s probably just Hange, and the sentiments come rushing over Levi like he has just gained an old friend back.

He downs another shot and allows his senses to dull just for tonight. Hange follows him and takes a shot as well, eyes sharply fixed on him. And then Hange's forehead meets the surface counter, muffled laughter against the wood. Hange’s words are garbled in his mind, but he's able to focus for a while and Hange's telling him something about living like this, being with him, and feeling content with both of their choices. 

"Perhaps your friend has had enough, don't you think?" The bartender leans toward the counter where Levi is. It's all he needs as a confirmation. 

"Hange," he taps the snoring figure by the shoulder, "let's go."

"Huh? To where?" 

Anywhere but here, he should say, but based on how loosely Hange is swaying, the two of them won't go that far. Levi tugs Hange by the hand and guides them toward the exit, his other arm wrapped around their waist. 

Outside, there is more peace and quiet, Hange's stallion neighing from a corner post, waiting for them. Levi can still hear the merry-making from the pub, in addition to Hange's attempts not to barf.

"Always going all in, Four-Eyes," he starts, but there's no edge to his insult and it's more of an endearing statement. "You never change."

"You know me all too well."

"I guess I do,” he says, unable to find a better comeback. “Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out... you end up surprising me.”

Hange trips and Levi has to hold them firmly so they can stand up again. They sit by a bench in the main square, lights from lamp posts glowing around them. Everything is calming to his eyes, including the way Hange shifts closer to him and rests their head on his shoulder. He takes this chance to relax his temple on the crown of Hange’s hair.

"You have no idea… how much I've been waiting for you, Levi…" Hange slurs their words once again and Levi pretends to think it's just the alcohol talking.

His heart fills up instantly, hasn't felt this way in ages, so he lets it be, all the sounds drowning away any thought that tells him: this isn't where he's supposed to be.

[alolowrites]

Gold Coins and a Gold Heart

Summary: Bakugou is forced to help give out candy at your factory’s annual Halloween trick-or-treating event—costume included. 

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’m back with another story and this time it’s for Bakugou (yay!!). It is a sequel to Everyone’s Got a Sweet Tooth! I had fun writing this, so hopefully you all enjoy it too :D 

Word Count: 1.6K+

Bakugou collapsed on the chair.

His afternoon patrol was crazier than usual today, which meant only one thing—it was Halloween. The early dumbasses roamed the streets like brainless hooligans disturbing the peace. As always, Bakugou reined them in with a simple blast to the face. It was fun at first, but Bakugou’s patience was wearing thin after dealing with the twentieth fool that day.

He ripped the mask off and closed his eyes. All he wanted was some peace and quiet—

“Knock, knock!”

He spoke too soon.

Bakugou’s irritated eyes watched as you gleefully skipped toward his desk with a large garment bag. Your beaming smile never wavered despite feeling the hero’s heated glare; you were practically immune to it. An exasperated sigh left his lips. Bakugou knew better not to ignore you whenever you visited him. You were persistent, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with your childish pestering afterward.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t even get a ‘hello’? My heart, babe,” you pouted, gripping the bag in your hands. Bakugou mumbled a half-assed greeting in return. A shit-eating grin stretched across your face; he was so whipped. “Thank you. So, are you excited for tonight?”

“What’s tonight?” Bakugou rested his chin above his hand, barely paying attention to you.

“The annual trick-or-treating festivities at my factory!”

“And?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” you huffed, slamming the garment bag on his desk. Bakugou jumped, mouth ready to bark. You wagged a finger at him like a parent scolding a child. “Ah, ah, ah! You promised me you were going to help give out candy tonight for Halloween.”

“Since when!?”

“Glad you asked!” you clasped your hands together, standing up straight. Bakugou wouldn’t be surprised if you whipped out a detailed PowerPoint to support your case. “On September 18th at exactly 10:48pm, you agreed to help me out. As a matter of fact, your exact words were ‘Yeah, I’ll do the damn thing’ in between our passionate make-out session—”

“Oh, for fucksakes!”

“You still promised!” Seconds later, you added: “Besides, you can’t back out of this. Kioshi officially added it to your schedule, and your PR team approved it, so you’re going!”

“I’m gonna kill Small Head.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, you’re not. Stop being such a drama-hoe.”

“Fine, I’ll do this stupid event,” Bakugou’s finger lifted the bag before letting it fall again. “What’s this?”

“Your costume, silly!”

“I’m not wearing a fucking costume!”

“Oh, don’t be such a sour puss,” you chastised him, walking around his desk and planting yourself on his lap. Bakugou made no move to push you off, but he also refused to look at you. Your soft, lovable kisses peppering along his cheek proved otherwise. “I know wearing a costume sounds stupid for you, but it’s Halloween, Katsuki.”

“Can’t I just go as Ground Zero?”

“You’re Ground Zero every day! Halloween means dressing up as someone you’re not.”

“This is stupid…”

“No, it’s not,” you slapped his chest lightly. As Bakugou continued to brood, you lifted his chin and bopped his warm nose. “C’mon—your fans will love it, the kids will love, and, most importantly, I will love it. Won’t you do it for me?”  

Bakugou’s throat tightened at the sound of your melodic voice; it was like pure honey. On the surface, it sounded innocent, but Bakugou knew this voice well. You only played this card when you wanted something from him. At first, the hero refused to succumb to your wicked spell. Except it was hard when your delicate fingers danced across his hero costume. A shudder ran down his spine, and he squirmed slightly—you drove him over the edge.

You shot Bakugou a smug smile when he gripped your waist. His intimidating glare proved useless against you. Especially since you both knew who won this battle. Bakugou banged his head on the leather chair, grumbling a curt ‘fine’ shortly after. You squealed and delivered a quick peck on his lips.  

“I knew you would understand,” you perked up, ruffling his soft mane before checking your watch. “Well, I gotta skedaddle. There are still some last-minute preparations to get done before the kids come. Ooh, this is so exciting!”

You hopped off Bakugou’s lap much to his displeasure; he wanted you back. Your steps fall in tune with a Halloween song you heard this morning. His eyes silently follow you toward the door, and you called over your shoulder, “See you later, babe! And don’t be late!”

Bakugou gruffed just as the door closed. He slumped back against the chair while pinching his nose. Why does he always get dragged into your ridiculous shenanigans? Damn your infuriating but cute personality. Red eyes narrowed at the garment bag sitting patiently on his desk. He unzipped it halfway to take a peek at the costume…

…and exploded.

“Fuck!”

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Bakugou gritted his teeth.

“I can’t believe I’m wearing this shit.”

“Oh, it’s not so bad,” you chimed behind him, smoothing out the costume’s wrinkles. Bakugou huffed and grudgingly turned around. Your Cheshire cat-like smile grew as you stepped back to admire the final outcome. “You look so handsome!”

“Shut up.”

“My handsome pirate—”

“I told you to shut up!”

Your giddy laughs bounced off the walls; Bakugou snapped his head away with a growl. However, he was betrayed when a slight blush dusted his cheeks. He felt absolutely ridiculous in this outfit that belonged in the dumpster. Except for the jacket—Bakugou secretly liked how it emphasized his broad shoulders.

“Was this why you attacked me with that damn measuring tape last time?”

“Honestly, it was more fun than just asking Kioshi for your measurements.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Sorry, not sorry,” you shrugged, smirking as Bakugou’s eyes raked up and down your own pirate costume. It was seductive yet tasteful for tonight. Only your bare shoulders were exposed and Bakugou’s clenched his mouth—they were his weakness. “Behave tonight, and I’ll make sure to reward you well, captain.”

“Tch, damn tease.”

“I know,” you winked, tugging his hand as you both walked out the door. It was almost time to start tonight’s event. Bakugou grumbled as he followed your lead. “But seriously, behave. That means not making any child cry tonight.”

“Let me blast any idiot who tries to pull some shit on you, and we got ourselves a deal.”

”Fine, but not the kids.”

“Deal.”

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Tonight was harder than Bakugou thought.

No one flirted with you, much to his relief. However, the hoard of kids screaming at the gates drained his energy and tested his limited—or nonexistent—patience. Security guards safely managed the crowds while staff members let in a few groups of kids at a time.

You hopped on your tippy-toes every time a new batch approached the steps. Bakugou, on the other hand, showed disdain and tried—unsuccessfully—to keep his distance from them; the kids stupidly disagreed. Bakugou scowled, but it wasn’t enough to scare away the waves of mini vampires or superheroes. Instead, they rushed up to him with goofy smiles.  

“Trick-or-treat!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, here’s your candy.”

Bakugou reached inside the large treasure chest for the black pirate pouches. A friendly-looking skull graced the front and contained delicious goodies inside—chocolate gold coins and colorful sugar jewels. You spent weeks designing the Halloween candy so they fit with the pirate theme this year. It was a lot of trial and error, but you never settled for anything less.

That was something Bakugou noticed and silently admired.

A small tug pulled his attention away from you. Crimson eyes peered down at a little girl wearing a butterfly costume. Fuzzy red antennas bounced in the air as her innocent eyes glanced up at the pro hero.

“Are you really a pirate?”

Bakugou froze and blinked at the question. You softly laughed while handing out the pouches to the other kids. Before Bakugou could answer, a young boy blurted out: “Of course he’s not a pirate! That’s Ground Zero, dummy!”

“I’m not a dummy!”

“Yes, you are!”

“No, I’m not!”

The young girl was on the verge of tears. You were about to step in to defuse the situation, but Bakugou quickly beat you to the punch.

“Hey!” Everyone stood at attention after Bakugou’s rugged bark. All eyes were on him as he pointed a stern finger at the robot boy clutching his candy bag. “Does Ground Zero wear a pirate hat and carry a plastic sword?”

“N-no.”

“Then I’m not Ground Zero today, I’m a pirate,” he raised his head up high while adding, “and a captain pirate, too. Do you understand, kid?”

“Yes-s, sir.”

“Good, now apologize to the butterfly for calling her dumb.”

Mr. Robot did, and surprisingly, Bakugou dropped a pirate pouch into his bag. Muttering a curt ‘Go,’ he watched the young boy waddle away. Faint sniffles interrupted the silence shortly afterward. Bakugou averted his gaze to the little girl again.

“Hey,” he called out with a gruff but soft voice and crouched down. Round, puffy eyes stared in disbelief when Bakugou dumped two candy pouches inside her Halloween basket. “Don’t let anyone call you dumb, got it?”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

“Thank you, Mr. Pirate!”

The girl happily skipped away. Bakugou stood up and bristled at the sight of your shit-eating grin. He forgot you were still here, which meant you saw everything. You sauntered toward him with amused eyes and teased, “You’re such a softie!”

“Eh?! Quit spewing bullshit,” he barked weakly, folding his arms over his chest. “You said no kid should cry, right? I did just that, so slap that stupid grin off your face.”

“Technically, I said you shouldn’t make any kid cry.”

“Whatever.”

“Softie,” you whispered before pecking Bakugou’s cheek; he grumbled an insult to save face. You poked his forehead while laughing, “Frown all you want, but you can’t hide that gold heart of yours. At least not around me.”

Bakugou’s lips twitched into a genuine smile reserved only for you.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

A pirate who managed to steal his gold heart? Yeah, it all made sense now.

Thanks for reading!!

Spooky Season 2020 Masterlist

[jobean12-blog]

I Want It That Way!

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 729

Summary: You take some balloons home after one of Tony’s parties and you get a great idea on how to use them other than for decoration. 

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club​ continuation of drunk drabbles and the super fun prompt below sent in by my lovely love @bugsbucky​ I had fun with this and totally went back to the 90s with music haha yay! Hope you like it! Thank you all for reading! Love you always ❤❤❤

Warnings: Super funny fun fluff, Bucky in bowtie @sallycanwait68​ I couldn’t resist it! kisses, singing 90′s music, yay! :) 

You stepped off the elevator, a giant bouquet of balloons squeezing through the doors and trailing behind you. “Bucky? Babe?” You spin around, searching for him amidst the sea of colorful inflatables. Suddenly the sea parts as Bucky knocks the balloons to the side, clearing a path as he walks toward you. “Why did you insist on bringing these up from the party? If you wanted balloons, I could have gotten you a million!”

Even through his complaints Bucky can’t help but smile, your face lit up in the colors reflecting off the balloons. “You look like a rainbow,” he laughs, circling his arms around your waist. You grab the sides of his undone bowtie and pull him down to your lips, “thanks.” “I just love them. The colors are so pretty, and I thought they would look cool floating on our ceiling.”

He deepens the kiss, freeing the balloons from your hands. They thud against the ceiling, the ribbons tickling your arms as they dangle from above. “Bucky,” you moan into his mouth while his hands wander to the zipper at the back of your dress. He smiles, pulling away and leaning his forehead to yours, “dance with me?”

You lean your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his waist, gently swaying to the peaceful quiet in the room. Suddenly, your head shoots up and you start jumping up and down. “Omg Buck, I have the best idea!!!” You wiggle out of his hold and run to the kitchen to grab the scissor. Rushing back to him you look up, “can you grab me a balloon please?”

Easily reaching one of the ribbons he pulls down a balloon and hands it to you, looking intrigued. You snip the end and pinch it closed with your fingers. Smiling up at him you bring it to your lips and suck in the helium, puffing out your cheeks and holding your breath.

You can barely contain your laughter before you say, “I love you, Bucky,” in a high pitched, shrill voice. He throws his head back, pointing and laughing at you. “Omg, what the hell was that?!?!” You suck more helium from the balloon, giving him a serious look, “are you telling me you’ve never sucked helium from balloons before?”

It’s hard not to laugh every time you talk, your voice sounding like a chipmunk. Bucky grabs the scissor off the counter and snags another balloon, snipping the end and bringing it to his lips. He sucks in and holds his breath, smiling at you with puffy cheeks. He finally speaks, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You practically fall over in a fit of giggles. “OMG, DO IT AGAIN!!!” He sucks in some more, pursing his lips before smiling through the words, “I love you, but you’re a pain in my ass.” You poke him in the side, your face lighting up before you yell out, “echo, play the backstreet boys playlist.”

Bucky groans and gives you a dirty look. He sucks in more helium and says, “why must you torture me?” The song starts and you raise a brow, taking a deep breath from the balloon before belting out the lyrics, “you are my fire, the one desire, believe when I say, I want it that way.” Bucky’s laughter is loud enough to hear over the music, his eyes squeezed closed and his nose scrunched up. “Omg, I cannot believe we are doing this right now, it’s 2am and you’re in a gown and I’m in a tux.”

“Party pooper,” you say, high and shrill, laughing at yourself. Bucky smirks, sucking in a giant gulp of helium. He starts dancing toward you, singing the words, “tell me why, ain't nothin' but a heartache, tell me why, ain't nothin' but a mistake.” You bend at the waist, your updo falling out in pieces around your face, laughing so hard you’re crying.

Bucky smiles, bringing you in for a tight hug against his chest, still singing but slightly less high pitched. “You are my fire, the one desire, you are….” he trails off, “I love you.” You rest your chin on his chest, looking into his bright blue eyes, “I love you, too. Thanks for being silly with me.” He gives you a sweet kiss before singing the line, “I want it that way,” much to your delight.

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[crayonwriting]

05 - Just How Much I Missed You

Summary: Maiko just wanted her good ol’ dad to walk her down the aisle. So, she invited the three men from your past in hopes of meeting him. The only problem was, which one of them is it?

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader, Bokuto Koutarou x Reader, Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Disclaimer: This is based on the movie directed by Phyllida Loyd and written by Catherine Johnson which is inspired by the music of the pop group ABBA.

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Maiko’s bachelorette party was in full swing. Everybody danced and swayed their bodies to the rhythm of the song. She downed a shot of some hard liquor passed on to her by Eri. It burned the back of her throat but she didn’t care.

Just as the song ended, there was complete silence. Everyone waited for the music to come back, but it didn’t. Then Yoshiko’s voice was heard loud and clear through the speakers.

“Ladies, and no gentlemen, presenting the best girl power group to ever walk the earth,” there was a drumroll as everyone waited with bated breath, “Shojotai!”

Maiko has only ever heard of that group in stories exchanged between you and your friends. She couldn't stop the excited squeal that left her lips when you, Yoshiko and Rika emerged from the main villa doors, wearing extremely sparkly and glittery outfits which she assumed was all that during your college days.

The three of you positioned yourselves in the middle of the courtyard, ready to perform. Shojotai is the name of your girl group ever since the three of you met in junior high. You’ve continued it all throughout your high school lives—even until college—and you all used to perform for every single occasion of your class.

As the first few beats of the song started, you gave Maiko a small wink. She's witnessed you belt out songs before but she hasn't seen you perform on this kind of level.

All the ladies danced and vibed to the song as they cheered for the three of you. This song was a classic and it's one of your favorite songs to perform as you can be as silly as you want without ruining the performance. 

The three of you blended and sang to the crowd. You couldn't help but dedicate a certain part of the song to your daughter, caressing her cheek as you sang to her. She kissed the palm of your hand in gratitude. When you turned away to meet in the middle once again, you noticed three looming figures at the back of the party.

You glanced over at them and, as if mocking you, Kuroo was dancing—albeit quite terribly—to the song. You rolled your eyes at him but you weren't sure if he saw.

Why are they still here?! I thought they already left! Has Maiko noticed already? They need to leave, ASAP., you screamed in your head while trying to maintain your happy demeanor. Just as your choreography required you to turn around, you had managed to whisper to your two best friends to look towards where the three men were.

You continued with the rest of the song, making wild gestures here and there—things you know will embarrass Maiko—to keep her attention on you. The sight of her mortified face peeking in between her fingers made you laugh. After a few more verses, the song had come to an end.

The crowd cheered for the three of you loudly. Maiko screamed the loudest and she couldn't help but run up to you and give you a tight hug.

"You were amazing!" She beamed, jumping up and down. You gave her a tight-lipped smile and a slightly stiff hug.

"I think I need some air. I'll see you later, Maiko-chan." In a haste, you pecked her forehead affectionately and exited towards the main villa doors. Maiko looked towards where you disappeared to, confused. Was it something she said?

"Excuse me! Yoohoo!" Rika said into the mic, getting the attention of Kuroo. Oikawa and Bokuto. "This is a hen party. Women only. Thank you." She smiled sarcastically and motioned her hand to shoo them away. The whole crowd was now looking at them which felt uneasy. Kuroo smiled apologetically, waving his hand in surrender. He turned to leave with the other two copying his actions. 

Yoshiko patted Rika's shoulder proudly as they went to the main villa to go after you. Maiko could only stare at the scene. Tonight's not going to be good.

***

"Oh god! Why are they here? What if they ruin Maiko’s wedding?" You paced around the room, nipping at your nails nervously.

"But I thought you weren't so keen on this wedding?" Yoshiko asked. She was right. You didn't want this wedding to happen at all. It's not that you don't like Minoru—the kid's too nice to be honest—but you just think that getting married so young would result to regrets and you didn't want that for Maiko. But what could you do? Your daughter was as headstrong as you were when you were her age.

"I know that. But I don't want them spoiling it." Rika handed you a cold beer she had snatched from the bar after your performance. She just had a hunch that you'd need a few drinks to get you through the night. You took the drink from her and took a long sip. 

"They don't have the right to turn up like this! What have they ever done for their daughter, huh?"

"How could they, Y/N-chan? They didn't know she existed." Rika stated matter of factly.

"They didn't need to know did they? I've done a great job with Maiko all by myself and I won't be replaced!"

—

Meanwhile, Bokuto and Oikawa headed to the bar to get a few drinks before heading out. They didn't expect for Maiko's whole party to pull them away from said bar and back to the courtyard. The two men were pushed against the poles of the awning with their hands tied behind their backs.

The girls started running their hands across their toned bodies. Bokuto was loving the attention and Oikawa did his best not to. Kuroo had managed to escape, opting to take a walk nearby and just have some peace and quiet.

—

"Aaargh!" You shouted your frustrations into the night as you pushed open the window to let in some fresh air. You then plopped beside Yoshiko and Rika who were almost passed out both from the performance you did earlier as well as the flight of steps it took to get to their villa.

"Someone must hate me up there." You muttered pointing at the ceiling. "Must be my mother."

"Wasn't she a ray of sunshine, huh?" Rika commented.

"I need to get them out of here." You scrambled to get up from the bed but your friends stopped you.

"If you go in and confront them head on, there're gonna be some questions." Yoshiko said as she groaned in pain. "Help me out of these boots, please. My feet are killing me!"

You and Rika each took one of Yoshiko's legs and started yanking on the knee-high boots she decided to wear. The both of you did your best to get them off as you heaved and grunted with all your mights. 

"What if we get them wasted tonight," Rika said, gripping tightly to the boot, "And then take them fishing tomorrow?"

"Fishing!" Yoshiko said exasperatingly. She scoffed at the idea.

"Well, what do you suggest we do with three men?"

Just as the question had left Rika's mouth, the both of you had managed to take off the damn boots. The force that did it made you and Rika fly slightly across the room.

"Three men? Wow." Yoshiko said dreamily. "Now that takes me way back."

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a/n: aaaaaaaaand, i’m alive! i’m so sooooo sorry for not posting in a long time. i’ve been distracted by an oikawa, iwaizumi, ushijima and sakusa (all separated) fics i’ve been writing on the sidelines, that’s why it took me longer to update.

by the time i was done writing the chapter, i realized that i was actually wriitng chapter 6 and not 5! so i had to start all over. that’s why y’all are getting a double posting today! yay! i do apologize if this chapter seems a bit rushed, hehe. i had a bit of difficulty writing the super trouper scene.

like always, i’m sorry for the mistakes and the slight (or major, i’m not sure anymore) ooc of some of the characters. hope u still like ‘em!

[marlynnofmany]

I’ve traveled to other countries, and oddly enough, I haven’t felt as exotic and strange as when I visited the other side of my own country. Apparently a person from California is seen as eccentric in Georgia. (At least this one was. These two. I was visiting Stone’s parents during college.) Three times in particular stood out as Y’all Ain’t From Around Here moments.

We went to a dance club, which was having an 80’s night. Yay! 80’s music is great! We had a blast, dancing along to the music and acting out the lyrics in a silly way. (“And I raaaan” *running feet*) When we took a break for water, a stranger complimented us, and asked where we had learned to dance.

Learned to dance? We never learned to dance. We were making this up as we went. We thanked him, said “California,” and he accepted this answer. So we shrugged at each other, finished our water, and went back to dancing with enthusiasm, copying whatever dance moves we saw and liked. It was a great night.

Another thing that I didn’t expect to get as much attention was our coats. We hadn’t brought them to dance in, but we wore them out shopping on a different day, and got approximately All The Stares. This was some years back, when the Matrix trilogy was still fresh in everyone’s minds, and back home our trenchcoats didn’t get that much attention. Not so in Georgia!

Picture the scene: a food court in a mall, somewhat busy. He, with his black denim coat with a cross on the back. Me, with my navy purple coat that I made myself. His mom, looking Normal. The three of us all got in different lines before meeting with our food. His mom got to have the best interaction:

Someone in line behind her said “Did y’all see those freaks?”

She turned and said “Those are my freaks, thank you!”

The people were suitably chastised. When she told us about it afterward, we laughed and thanked her, then folded our coats on a chair to eat our lunch in peace.

The other moment surprised me a little, though mostly I was surprised by the amount of stares we got. This was at a theme park. We, the savvy veterans of other hour-and-a-half wait times, had come prepared. When we got in line for a roller coaster that we wouldn’t get to ride for nearly two hours, we opened the backpack for snacks and books.

Maybe it was the fact that we were each reading single-volume trilogies, of the sort that you can bludgeon a burglar with. But no one else had brought entertainment (this was before smartphones) — heck, no one else even had long hair. We stuck out. Not that we minded, of course. I’d much rather be sensible and stared at than ignored and bored.

Words to live by, I suppose. Whether at home with the other weird people, or out in distant lands where no one has seen such things apparently.