#me holding my days old nephew: hold on i got a great idea for a Post

[lesbiancolumbo]

[hogtiedwhorestories]

the ransom

warning - the following stories involves written scenes that include sexual violence that some people may be offended of and have a problem with. if you are sensitive to that kind of content, i do not recommend reading

this story was written by me and a ghost writer who wanted to stay anonymous.

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Part 1

The morning started off like any other morning. me and my husband woke up, ate breakfast and got ready for the day. He had no idea what was planned for the day but he would find out later. With a kiss goodbye, we both left for our jobs in separate vehicles, but I didn't go to work. I drove across town to an address that my "kidnapper" had given me. An abandoned warehouse he said would be the perfect place to lie low. I make sure to pull my car around back, next to the backdoor. walking up to the door and I give 4 knocks on the door to let him know its me and I wait for him to let me in. He open the door to the dank dark warehouse abandoned a few years back. It’s musty smelling mostly filthy except for a 10ft square area where the kidnapper had cleaned off the dirt from the floor and put a few pieces of old furniture. A full size bed that screamed anything but comfortable , a couple of old worn lounge chairs and a wobbly table and two chairs. He invite me in as his “guest” for the next couple of days. As I walk past him to get inside I can see him checking me out in my work attire, but I pay no mind to it.

He leads me into the small cramped area and I look around in disgust. "really?? this whole warehouse and this where we have to stay? ugh…" I say rolling my eyes but I just got to get through this and it will be worth it. I'm hesitant to sit on the couch so I remain standing, "alright. we are all set, so like, what's the plan here?" I say looking at the man, crossing my arms. “I am going to have an envelope delivered to your husband telling him you have been kidnapped in order to get him to pay us the 40,000 he owes me. I’m demanding 100,000 interest and penalties ya know. He can get a 2nd mortgage on the house leave cash in a restroom at the park we split the money and our business is done, until then you stay out of sight here. He will see you didn’t show up for work believe the kidnap story and rush to get his trophy wife back under his roof. “ An evil smile comes across my face "perfect! I know he will get the money to get me back" I say, beginning to pace around the room. "ok you can go ahead and write the letter up, i have to do something with this room. I cant stay in a place like this for a few days…"

He begins to write the letter in block letters different sizes no way to eventually have any tracing done. About 30 minutes later there is a knock on the door. It turns out to be the mans nephew, who he had hired to deliver the letter for us. Unknown to me, he loses his focus when he sees me bending over to fill my dust pan, giving him a great view of my ass in my short skirt. "Can I get a little help here?! sheesh!" I say clearly annoyed, oblivious to them staring at me bend over. The place is looking a little better but still not the greatest. i notice the nephew still around "Well go! I want to get this over with. We are going to need to get some furniture or something. I can't…this place. ewww! what are we going to do here the next few days?"

“You bitch too much!!" He snaps back at me. "What did you expect an abandoned warehouse to look like? You really are going to hate the bathrooms then. Opposite side of the building no lights just a flashlight in that dark corner and no running water so the smell gets pretty offensive. Relax and think what you are going to do your money." I grudgingly sit in the lounge shinking low into it. I cross my legs, causing my skirt to ride up a little. The uncle notices this. I fold my arms and glare at him annoyed. Only a moment of silence before I can't hold it, "I'm so bored!" He glares back at me in silence, before looking back at his phone. His eyes shifting back and forth from his phone, to my soft smooth legs, glistening even in a low light place like this. I get no response, I just roll my eyes and shut up. My eyes are wandering around the place though. I can't help but talk "no tv…of course…" I say just as a passing comment to be heard. Again no response. My hand on my thigh, moves up the side of my leg and scratch an itch. Smooth skin against smooth skin, his eyes now eyes locked on it. The silence again broken up with a loud exhale from me, clearly bored and just making noise.

The uncle's phone goes off with a text message. “Your fucking husband wants to pay your ransom with winning bet money for crying out loud. You married a dumb shit. We have to take a picture to send him so come sit in this chair. Take your jacket off and mess up your hair to make it look good. I’m going to tie you up for the picture.“

"Are you kidding? Tied up?? You can't just take a picture of me looking like roughed up?? I don't want to be tied up!" I say aggravated and walking over to the chair and taking a seat in it. I run my hands through my hair and to make it all messy. My arms reaching up, pushing my chest out as he looks down at me. “Not believable enough…" He waits no time and shoves a rag into my mouth shutting me up. As quick as it went in, he uses a dirty scarf from the floor to seal it in. "Mmmmpphhhh!" I look up at him, yelling into the gag, smelling the stink of the rag, knowing its touching me. Right after that my hands taken behind me and tied up. I squeal into the gag, feeling the ropes digging into my skin. I grunt and groan, squirming in the chair. With every new length of rope, its more digging into my skin. I'm completely helpless to the ropes, squirming and fighting it. Soon enough, my ankles are bound together, and even more around my chest pushing my tits out further. I look up at him while he holds his phone out to me, still protesting behind my gag and flashes begin to go off, catching the real distraught in me. He gets the photos he needs, and sets his phone down, "ummiieee mmmmm!" I demand into the gag.

He smirks at me, but goes to undo the ropes on my legs. While he doess this, he isn't shy about groping them. Running his hands along my legs, telling me how sexy I look. "Mmmppphh!" I thrash in my ropes to the feeling him groping my legs. This doesn't deter him though, and doesn't stop. Eventually he does release the ropes around my ankles. He then moves to the rope around my chest and wrists. Just like my legs, his hands begin to roam, this time giving my boobs a squeeze. My face is turning red with anger. After a minute or two of groping, he finally unties all the ropes and undoes the gag in my mouth. I turn to him, with fire in my eyes, "you fucking asshole!" I scream out and slap him across the face. "Don't you dare touch me like that again! And what was that rag?! That was disgusting!!"

I can see him steaming from the slap, but he ends up not doing anything about it. Maybe he understood, and he got what he wanted to do anyway. After that we go back to our corners, and don't have much interaction. In the meantime the nephew returns. By this time, the uncle has fallen asleep, leaving just the two of us. We chat a little bit, he isn't too bad looking. I can't help but flirt with him a little. Nothing too much to look into, just innocent flirting. Before trying to sleep on that lumpy bed I take my flashlight and head to the bathroom. While in their, I do my business as fast as I can. The bathroom is not one I want to be in for very long. As I leave and open the door a bright light hit my eyes blinding me. I feel a shove and I fall back into the run down stall. A hand covers my mouth and I can finally see who is in front of me. The nephew. He aggressively talks to me in a low, menacing tone, warning me not to make noise or his uncle would come join. I slowly nod my head to him, slightly whimpering into his hand. He then grabs me by the hair, and forces me onto my knees. Within a few moments, his cock is pulled out and he shoves it into my mouth. The girth of his cock filling my mouth, blowing my cheeks out. He wastes no time, and pushes it further into my mouth, pushing into my throat. I have no time to react, except for choking. I'm struggling to take it all. His hands on my hair, forcefully holding me in place. My hands are flailing around, hitting against his legs. I'm desperately trying to get some air. He just keeps pounding deeper and deeper into my throat. My eyes begin to water. I can't take it. I think I may pass out. My vision at this point is a blur. My head is bouncing back and forth so fast, I don't know what's up or down. I try to push my hands into his thighs to push me away, but I am overpowered by him. Just when I think that's it for me, he grunts loading and I feel a large stream of cum shooting down my throat. It's too much for me to handle, and it begin's to overflow around his cock and out of my mouth. He finally pulls away from me, and I take a big gasp of air and fall back down against the wall.

I'm desperatly trying to catch my breath as he zips his pants back. He doesn't say a word to me. He walks out the door and leaves me there on the floor. My mascara is smeared from my waterying eyes. It happened so fast I couldn't truly process what happened while in the moment, but now I was. I now realize the situation that I am in. I thought I was in control but I'm not. I am in a very dangerous situation, with 2 dangerous men. I felt vulnerable. I got up from the floor, forced to look myself in the mirror while I cleaned up my makeup. I began t clean the cum off my chin and around my mouth when I looked down. I noticed a white stain on my black skirt. It was his cum. I tried to clean it, but it wasn't coming out. I had to walk back in that room, feeling completely humiliated. Now I had the bastard's cum on my skirt on display to see. Never before had I felt so used and abused. I walked by to the room, the nephew in his corner. I didn't bother to pay him any attention. I wanted to be strong. I went and sat down on the lumpy bed and laid down. I struggled to fall asleep, but eventually got some rest.

TO BE CONTINUED

[atalante241]

Welcome to my merged tmnt AU that’s very weird and doesn’t make sense

So, the premise is that somehow the 2k3, 2k12 and rottmnt universes are merged together.

The three Hamato Yoshi’s are related to each other. How? You may ask. I don’t know but I do know that they’re brothers with an age gap I don’t know the length of and that 03 Yoshi got separated at one point and ended up on the streets and taken in by the Ancient One and the story goes as usual.

So, I basically remember nothing about the clan situation with 12 Yoshi. Only that Saki rebuilt the Foot Clan after incel angsting or something. But maybe the Hamato clan had some mystic branch or whatever and Lou got to know about the Demon Shredder (separate dude from Tengu Shredder (also just now realized that this would mean that somebody decided to name Saki after the dude that got possessed (also a complete separate dude from the dude possessed by the Tengu Shredder))) if that’s how he knew about that I do not remember.

But basically everything goes as usually, but only with 12 Yoshi and Lou awkwardly sometimes going “hey bro” because they’re very distant (don’t even know each others fav colors)

Then the reasons for going to New York happen. But when 12 Splinter mutates, the man of course spends some time on the streets, and during that time he tries to get in contact with Lou but it doesn’t rly work bc he doesn’t have his actual number and Lou’s agent or whatever shoots him off. So some time goes by, eventually a bit over 7 (the 12 turtles are 8) years. And one day while scavenging 12 Splinter comes across semi-newly mutated Lou and the 4 baby turtles, there some pointing and confusion (and panic) but they calm down. 12 shows Lou to his place where the 4 8yr olds spend their time immersed in studying the babies or whatevs. During that time 12 & Lou talk and somehow realize who both of them are.

As for the 03 side. Oh boy are you in for a treat. Bc— hold on I have to re-do math bc the rise turtles have actual ages.

Oh boy are you in for a treat, bc when 12 turns 9, the 2003 show starts off. And by that I mean everything. The alien invasion, mutant outbreak (Donnie possibly getting blasted on every TV in the world (maybe it was just the UN, who knows)), the turtles getting blamed for kidnapping the president. The literal apocalypse in s5.

Imagine being 12 Splinter and Lou during that time, lol. Trying to huddle with the kids by the TV watching 5 dragons have a battle over the city. By the end of the 03 series I’d like to think 5 years have gone by, that’s includes the FF time skip. So the 12 turtles would be 14yrs old.

The 12 series would start off when they’re 15, 03 21yrs and rise being 10, 9 & 8

After this I have no idea. But all the turtles would meet at some point. No idea how or when but at some point. I can’t get the idea of how 03 Splinter is technically 12 and Lou’s nephew and the turtle their grand-nephews out of my head.

Here’s a graph that doesn’t have 0 as a time indicator bc fuck that.

Also this whole thing was born from me loving the idea of 03 Splinter being 12 and Lou’s nephew and the turtles their grand-nephews

Also I have no clue abt the whole Oroku Saki situation— wait no. I do. 03 is using the fake name bc of the (tengu) story/rumor. 12 is just named that and I surprised by the famous business man 03 Oroku Saki having the same name as him. And rise is dead.

Also it’s now 6 am and I have not slept, curse you great tmnt crossover fanfiction!

[thelovelysimz]

New series coming!

*loosely based off a show I watched and parts of my own life.

Dear Elliot Mae,

By the time you read this letter you’ll be roughly 15 years old. I made this letter when you were little so I could tell you the story from start to finish on how we met.

Before I met you I was a different person. You changed me. So here’s how we met.

My names Maya and I come from a very rich, very high family orientated family. I have 3 brothers and 3 sisters. My mother believes family is the most important thing in the world and success within our family is a must. However I wasn’t like them. I was different. You see I never wanted a family, I never wanted kids. What gave me great pleasure in life was my job. At the age of sixteen I was given opportunity to work in the office of the brindleton bay district police force. I’d file paper work, get everyone coffee. You know all the small things. All of us children had jobs because our parents believed in if we wanted our trust inheritance we needed to go out into the world and experience money for ourselves too. Most of my siblings tried out jobs but preferred to be at home and quit. Not me though, I got a rush from working and especially in the police force. By the time I was 18 I stared my Cadetship and ranked fast for my age. Now I’m an undercover private investigator as well as a forensic investigator. I worked many hours and yet I was complete. My family didn’t approve of my job nor my lifestyle choices. By the time I was twenty years old I was expected to have a partner and be ready to stay at home as a housewife and bare children. I didn’t choose this and thus my family became very confused and angry at me.

Time went on and I didn’t change my mind. The idea of children made my skin crawl. I just wasn’t maternal. I remember the day my nephews and nieces were born and they’d ask me hold them and I got no maternal deep bullshit feeling your suppose to have over holding a baby. It just wasn’t my thing. I always felt like the odd one in my family but it didn’t bother me because I liked who I was.

Over time my parents tried to threaten me into marriage. I had boyfriends but I loosely use the term boyfriend as I was so obsessed with working I didn’t see a point in a long term relationship. When you go through your training you realise that criminal and those around you always go for the emotional attachments their victims have. Eg: partners, family. If I didn’t have that. I wasn’t seen as an ideal target. So I’d have “boyfriends” come and go and that was that.

*to be continued

[bearboiferer69]

Haribo Sugar-Free

Want to lose weight? Eat gummy bears! But not the regular ones. Sit down, I got a story. I was at Tesco some time ago and I realized that I haven't eaten gummy bears in at least 10 years. So there I was, 44 years old, looking at gummy bears like a kid. And I found a pack: Haribo Sugar-Free. Aight, no sugar, maybe it won't burn out my gums since I haven't eaten any sweets in a looooong time. I bought a 2kg pack and happily approached the register. Behind me is some old dude. He taps my arm and says:

-Just please don't eat too many, I bought some for my granddaughter and she didn't leave the bathroom for two days.

I enter my house (of course I don't say anything as I live alone, no woman is brave enough to gaze upon my beautiful, sphrerical body), I eat my lunch and I keep thinking about those gummy bears more and more. I quickly ate the porchops (made 4 days prior, but that's beside the point) and I open the pack. Those gummy bears, oh brother, they're so beautiful! If only you could see it. They're not some random gummy wummies from the shop, literally every bear is looking at you and smiling. It yearns for you to consume him. And so I did. In the meantime my doorbell rang- turns out, my brother came by with my nephew. So we're just sitting there, me and my brother drinking coffee, the kid drinking some juice out of a tall glass like beer. We fucking obliterated like 3 quarters of that pack (like, 1.5 kilo), when I heard bubbling. But not bubbling like a fart in the bathtub, more like what Tibetan Monks sing. Kid is now red, head hung low, he could have even cleaned the glass before the bubbling stopped.

-Dad, poop time

-Yeah, I can hear time

As my brother was getting up, he only managed to look at me with eyes the size of quarters and he farted so loudly I thought it would rip his pants. He literally sounded like an old Wartburg, for solid 10 seconds.

-What the fuck did you give us?

-Normal Gumm...

And suddenly I felt like I was punched in the stomach. I folded so hard that I fell from my chair. And farted.

What happened later was a fecaliopocalypse. The kid of course didn't make it to the toilet, he shat all over the kitchen doorway and a bit in the corridor. My brother took a nice, new, 5 litter pot and shoved it under him last minute, and after 3 seconds it was fucking leaking. Not only did he fucking shit all over the pot, he's now looking at me like I did something unforgivable. And I'm shitting on the floor and screaming in pain, because I feel like zombies are biting me. My brother is seconding me, kid is following in a soprano. Great performance, besides visual experiences we also got singing and breakdancing in convultions.

After 5 minutes the first wave ended. Which fucking moron came up with the idea of gummy bears which transform into polar bears in your guts? My brother is looking at me, I'm looking at him, the kid is looking straight forward blankly. Even he never produced something like that, and besides the story with the cigarette he also has other experiences under his belt. I just went to get a bucket, and that was a great decision. The second wave came so suddenly that I barely had the time to sit over the bucket. The kid is making wet farts and I'm holding the bathroom door with dear life as the fury of Satan destroys the bucket. My brother is sitting exhausted on a chair and says:

-Allright, this one's gonna be dry

From his expression I deduced, that that's not quite the case. He quickly started to fold and fell from the chair, straight into his previous pile of shit. This wave lasted for something around 20 minutes, and I felt that if another one was to come, I would be shitting out extraterrestial matter, because there is no more shit in me at this point. In the meantime I hear my pipes banging. If the old hag living one floor below us knew what we were going thru she could've only knocked at the lid of her own coffin.

When the fourth wave came we were prepared almost strategically- the kid took the toilet cuz it's the most comfortable, and me and my brother sat at the edge of the bathtub. And we waited. Suddenly I hear the same kind of sound as an incoming enemy Apache. And so began a landing that lasted for another 40 minutes. This was a new record. I never knew I had this much of anything inside of me- at some point I thought that my guts went mad and were flipping inside out. Suddenly, I hear banging on the front door.

-FUCK OFF!

-Mister Shitter, open up! This is the police!

-I'M SHITTING!

-I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, OPEN UP!

-FIVE MINUTES!

My insides allowed me to get up after twelve. I opened the door and I didn't even get a chance to get a good look at the cop before he fell down flat like a duck. The hag only whispered "oh God" and ran down the stairs. She got down two steps before her lights went out. I closed the door (and whilst doing so, I spilled some bear loot unto the stairwell) and I only managed to go up to the bathroom door before it began again. I felt like hot magma was leaving my volcano and creating new landscapes on the floor of my corridor. We had everything- rivers, small hills and ravines, even something shaped like our local police department. My defeated brother with a bleak stare fell down ass-first into the bathtub and just sat there, slowly but surely submerging himself by creating more liquid shit. I'm telling you, this looked way worse than those toilets in "Trainspotting".

In the end, we spent like, six hours fighting those bears. The kid has less capacity so after four hours he just sat in the corned and sobbed quietly. The flat was rented, so that kinda sucks, cuz I had to clean this up. After four days it was kinda ok (besides the smell), and I threw the bags into a local water treatment plant because after an hour of flushing it down my toilet it got clogged and had a small spill. I thought about getting the shit from the floor like water from an aquarium (yknow, latex tube, suckage and get working), but last minute my brother took the hose from my hand and hit me over the fucking head. When I was taking the bags down the stairwell I kept spilling some under the welcome mat of that old bitch, I hope she keeps this event in her memory till the end of her live.

EPILOGUE: That day, I lost 12 Kilo. TWELVE. No influencer can ever fucking tell me that their diet is more effective. After my week of absence in my security firm, they fired me. I got hired at a restaurant. And everytime some loud clients come along I give them a bowl of gummy bears "for the nice customers :)". The damn kids aren't gonna admit to their parents that they were eating candy. And I get to see their scrunched, small faces. My brother still doesn't talk to me but I have a feeling he'll get over it soon.

This one is dedicated to Big Boss and Bayonetta (you know who you are)

[fenth-eiria]

Pip and B were strolling through the forest and on their way to the rebuild when they heard rustling from behind them and the next thing they know there are 5 teens with their staffs pointing at the couples faces.

“We got you now old men!” One of them said, while Pip was about to massacre all of them, B had to hold him back and whisper in his ear.

“Hon. I have a better idea. Let us just defeat them and destroy their pride and egos. Does that sound alright with you?” He said quietly, so the teens couldn’t hear him. Once Pip agreed with his husband’s idea, he realized how inexperienced they were and they picked the wrong people to fight. Once giving his husband a knowing glance they both summoned their pailsmen, and defeated the teens. B swung his pailsman around and skillfully hit a few of the teens in the gut with both magic and his staff flawlessly, while Pip attached glyphs to the others with some struggle. Once all of the ringleader’s goons were defeated. The head of the gang caught Pip off guard and sent Pip flying, but before the teen could get B, he was already behind him and with great technique knocked the kid to the ground, after the fight B rushed to his husband and helped him up. Pip looked at him impressed and with respect.

“That was amazing, who taught you how to fight like that?” He asked, his husband responding with laughter.

“Quincy, and T. Now let us hurry and get to the rebuild before they wake up.” He replied, referring to the gang. Pip nodded and raced with his partner to the end of the forest before facing B and kissing him passionately on the lips. B returned the affection until they let go of each other and faced the slight clearing. They each took a deep breath before stepping out and continuing the day like nothing happened.

Later, Hunter and Vee were holding hands and Pip decided he wanted to be the cool uncle and brag to B.

“You see that? I brought them together, and they even thanked me!” He exclaimed, while his nephew growled under his breath.

 B just sighed and said, “Let us just get this going, and no need to instigate a fight, Hon.” He grabbed his husband’s arm and dragged him while Pip protested.

“But! I did! Don’t you believe me?!” He whined, which made B wheeze a bit.

“This is why I love you.” He said before lifting him off the ground, planting a wet kiss on his cheek. Pip started making a funny scene out of it.

“Eww.” He said as he wiped the saliva off his cheek, His eyes went wide when he saw B smiling at him lovingly still. “What?” B just chuckled before replying.

“I love your quirks.” He admitted, which caused Pip to almost lose it. Phil never loved him as much as B does, and heck Pip knew that his husband would take a bullet for him. 

“B? C…c..oul…d we you know? Later?” He asked, before adding. “I’ve never had Ice scream before.” B snickered as he found this to be adorable.

“Yes, we can, after we review the plans, and come up with a way for it to get done quicker.” He replied with a smile, before picking up the blueprints, looking them over. Pip plopped down on the floor with his arms crossed and puckered his lips. B, without looking up from the blueprints, said. “Pip. If you pout, it’s only going to slow the time it will take for us to go get ice scream.” He pointed out as crowds were looking at B then Pip then B again. One of them said,

“How many Phils and Pips are there?”  They all looked shocked at the 7 Ft man that towered over almost everyone on the Boiling Isles. B just rolled his eyes before replying.

“I’m not Pip or Phil. My name is King B, and I’m from an alternate universe. Pip is my husband.” He explained the best he could, as everyone turned to Pip, who was still sitting on the floor awkwardly. The old man blushed from embarrassment before asking.

“What? Why are you all staring at me like that?” He asked in pure confusion, before B had enough and raised his voice.

“Alright, Let’s get moving!” He exclaimed, which made everyone quickly go back to what they were doing, Pip stared in shock at his husband.

“Uuummm..” Was all that came out of his mouth, before B crouched down to his level and smooched him with a smile.

“You got to know how to get them to work without looking or being like a tyrant.” He explained, which made Pip chuckle.

“What are we going to do with you?” He teased with giggles still fresh in his throat. B rolled his eyes before seeing his son, Hunter come this way.

“Hunter? Why are you here?” He asked, the young carver pointed to his father’s hair.

“Umm.. You have Flapjack in your hair, Father.” He explained, B facepalmed before remembering.

“Right, I forgot. To keep him and Waffles separated. Sorry, honey, give me a moment while I go fishing for Flapjack.” He said before reaching his whole hand in his hair to find the Cardinal palisman that was chilling. Pip looked at Hunter for a moment.

“So is Waffles a wolf palisman in your Au?” He asked while the young carver shook his head.

“No. Waffles is a bluejay, but she and Flapjack get into fights for my attention.” He explained, before B pulled the handicapped bird out of his hair, the latter gave the old man the side eye as he didn’t like being around the younger bluejay. The old king just sighed.

“Flapjack. Please, for Caleb’s sake.” He begged, to which the cardinal finally chirped in agreement. Pip just stared at Flapjack, while the cardinal got up to his face and stared back, after it went on for 5 minutes, B cleared his throat really loudly on purpose, causing them both to fall to the ground. Pip poked his head up with a flat face while B looked smugged at him.

“I was having a moment, B!!” The old man exclaimed as his husband rolled his eyes.

“I see that but we have work to do, remember?” He reminded his spouse, who crossed his arms, puckered his lip and stared up in the sky.

“Why?” He demanded lightly from his husband.

“Because you vented to me, Quincy, T, and Hettie about how work was not getting done, and now that I’m over here helping, you are throwing a cute fit about how I’m trying to get you to help, which is exactly what I am trying to do.” He explained gently as he laid down next to Pip. “If you are wanting to watch clouds for a moment, you can but we have to get back to work.”  All Pip did was nod before looking at B with a loving smile.

“I am weird, aren’t I?” He said randomly,  which provoked B to take his hand and rub it.

“We both are weird. Remember the time you said there was a sand witch on the horizon and asked if they were pepperoni , ham, or turkey?” He pointed out, chuckling at himself for the embarrassing incident.  “When you corrected me, I assumed you thought I was stupid and weird.” He sighed, which made Pip shake his head while he was still laying down in the dirt.

“No. I just now know that I’m not the only one.” He gave a warm grin, before turning his attention back to the clouds and proceeded to do some cloud watching with his husband.

@the-epileptic-toh-blog

I really hope you like this XD

[ailelie]

Sounds like you were pretty ignorant then if you didn’t have all the mass of super explicit and easy to see racism and Jew hate in hp. She literally says black people are inferior, Asian girls are objects, and goblin bankers are like jews word for word in the books.

Hey, anon!

I admit, I was ignorant as a kid. The Harry Potter fandom is actually where I learned a lot about the very topics you brought up here because, amazingly, fandom talked about them back then, too.

One of the reasons I have, since my first nephew started to read chapter books about 10 or 11 years ago, decided against buying him any Harry Potter books was because I knew he would not have the benefit of fandom that I had had.

I initially enjoyed the Harry Potter books for the story, but they were never my favorites or even books I read more than once. After I finished each, I tended to give them to others and not care about getting them back. What mattered to me was the fandom.

Through the Harry Potter fandom, I got to explore the idea that homosexuality wasn't actually a bad thing like I'd been taught my entire life. I didn't know many out people and those I did know were held up as reinforcing stereotypes (e.g., cheating) rather than being just another person like anyone else.

Through Harry Potter fandom I learned about different types of bigotry. There's a great essay somewhere about the Weasleys and how wrong their attitudes toward Muggles are (e.g., exoticism, ostracism). Reading that essay made me think in a way I hadn't before. Because of those conversations, I was ready to listen when RaceFail happened.

I met so many people through the fandom. And, from them, I learned to listen. Nothing about JKR has surprised me (disappointed, yes; surprised? no). None of the current conversations are new. If you dig through forums and meta you'll find people talked about this while the books were being published, too. I guess we could have shunned it then, but instead we had the conversation.

By the time of the 6th book, I no longer cared that much about Harry Potter itself, but I loved the fandom. I loved the idea of a community of creative people all drawing from the same source to interrogate its flaws, fill in its gaps, and create new and better stories and artworks for enjoyment. I still read each book on launch night, but that was so that I could join the conversations the next day.

But these were never books I considered buying for my niephs. And, if you don't believe that, I can probably track down some old post on my Dreamwidth or LiveJournal where I muse about what books to introduce them to. I'd only ever hand a kid Harry Potter if I was going to read it with them and discuss each chapter with them as we went along, if I could provide the meta and perspective fandom had provided me.

I'm not a perfect person. I am far from pure in my ideas or experiences. Everything is problematic. The next step isn't to then throw up your hands and give in, though. The next step is talk through how, discuss boundaries, figure out how you contribute to the larger problem, and work on ways to improve your behavior in the real world.

I consume a lot of problematic media. That doesn't mean I immediately condone and incorporate it. Maybe, before I joined fandom, sure, but fandom (and also high school and college) taught me to be critical of the things I consume and to learn from them.

Just because something is problematic doesn't mean it doesn't hold value. And, just because something holds value, doesn't mean it isn't deeply wrong and painful.

Multiple things can be true at the same time.

Anyway.

[annieintheaair]

Can't hit it out of the park but I'm still a home runner. I'm a blessed one, stressed one, a little bit depressed one but if I'm a mess, might as well be a hot one.

What a month! I know it's technically not over yet because we still have tomorrow but I'm going to go ahead and celebrate that I survived. Aside from the hours I lost due to cancelations, I finished out this month with 107.49 hours! Considering I was flying, at the most, 75 over the last year, that's over 32 hours more. I can't wait to see my paychecks now!

I'm honestly so proud of myself for somehow holding it all together this month, making it through the struggles, working my ass off, and yet still finding time to do things I enjoy and have fun with friends. May has really been a rough month at work due to weather issues that caused irregular operations and yes, there have been many times when I just wanted to rip my hair out and scream and cry, but somehow, with the help of my amazing coworkers, I'm still standing (and have all of my hair, haha).

I plan on attempting a similar schedule again next month, although I might not quite get as much since I'm taking a few days off for my nephew's 1st birthday and of course, giving myself some time off for my own (35th) birthday.

Anyway, here's the recap over the last few days:

Memorial Day was everything and nothing that I expected it to be. I had a slow morning at home, finished making sangria, and eventually headed over to Shinayde's house for a pool afternoon. I brought over my oversized peacock float for her pool and we drank sangria and hung out in the pool for a few hours.

I honestly don't know how it was decided but we ended up going to the Stockyards in Fort Worth. An old friend once told me on New Year's one year (I think I was like 12 years old, honestly) that how you spend that night is how you will spend the rest of the year. It was only appropriate that we ended up at the Basement Bar, drinking beers and dancing. Somehow, we decided that the night wasn't over yet and ventured to West 7th where we went to this cool bar called Dirty Laundry. I was all about having an espresso martini but then also tried some London drink (I can't remember the name). We had such a great time talking to other people and making friends with the bartender, Edwin.

Shinayde's husband, Brent, decided he would pick us up on his way home from work and then we ended up at another outdoor bar where they were having turtle races (very strange). When it was finally time to leave, Brent took us to Taco Bell since we were all suddenly really hungry.

By the time I got home, it was 3am. Lately, it seems like every time I go out with friends, I get home early in the morning. Sometimes I think maybe I'm a little unhinged these days but then I remember how much fun I'm having and how much happier I am lately. I really missed going out with friends and not really having a schedule but playing it by ear. When Friday rolls around each week, whether I'm working or just enjoying a night off, it's nice to know that I don't have to pack up my things and my dogs and drive over an hour to be gone for the weekend. I really love having all of my freedom back.

I set my alarm to get up at 8am on Tuesday morning and checked my phone. My sister was asking me how the weather was at my house. I had no idea what was going on so I ordered a smoothie and Advil on Uber Eats. My mom was flying in and her flight diverted to Oklahoma City (she ended up sitting there for about 5 hours!).

When I saw a bright flash of lightning through my bedroom and then heard a long, loud crash of thunder that made my dogs bark, I immediately felt bad about ordering Uber Eats. It was pouring hard outside and I just knew it was going to be a day mostly spent at home.

By the time my mom got to DFW and got on the train, it was nearly 4pm. I picked her up around 4:30pm and we went to Rodeo Goat for burgers since she was starving. I was bummed that I couldn't have a margarita with her since I was going to have to go to work.

We stopped at PopShelf on the way back to my house and then shortly after I ran out to fill my car with gas, my flight was canceled. My mom and I settled in for the night with wine and a new TV show but I fell asleep on my couch since I was exhausted.

Wednesday morning I got up and drove my mom to my sister's house by 10:30am. We took my nieces to the pool for a couple of hours and then I went home to nap and prepare for work. I ended up working a delayed flight to Little Rock last night and they changed our gate so many times that I was ready to ask for an electric cart (kidding). I was so tired of running all over the airport. Luckily I was with my friend, Debbie, which made it so much better.

We were only slightly delayed getting back this morning. Debbie treated us to Starbucks since we only had a little two-hour nap at the hotel. Of course, I came home from work, worked my second job for a bit, and then passed out on my couch.

More storms rolled in today and after tracking my plane and pilots all day, our flight was delayed an hour. While I was on the phone praying for crew scheduling to pick up and change my sign-in, the flight was canceled. Honestly, it was a huge relief, and since it's the end of the month we at least are pay-protected.

I'm glad to get to enjoy a night at home now with my dogs. The storm seems to be over but the roads got pretty flooded today so it's nice to not have to drive. I ended up having to cancel everything tomorrow -- my car service appointment and my chiropractor appointment. This is all to be expected, unfortunately, when you work for an airline. You literally can never make plans.

I'm supposed to go to putt-putt tomorrow night with my church friends and the weather isn't looking great again so we may need to postpone it, unfortunately. Part of me is bummed about that but part of me is also kind of enjoying not having to drive over an hour every week. We'll see what happens!

Aside from the weather, this weekend should be pretty chill. My mom has been at my sister's house since yesterday but will come back to my house either tomorrow night or Saturday morning and I made reservations to go to dinner Saturday night. I go back to work on Sunday night so I'm really hoping the weather clears up by then.

This week, especially, has felt like my airline is having a complete meltdown. Everyone is just losing their minds as the whole operation has fallen apart from the weather issues. When it feels like we're starting to recover, another storm rolls in and knocks everything down again. It's literally the meme of the dumpster fire saying, "I'm fine. We're fine. Everything's fine." We are barely holding it together over here!

Hopefully, June ends up being a much better, calmer month!

Cheers!

xoxo

Annie

[serxeinxx]

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 [2]

↻—(bakugou x fem! reader) [pro-hero AU]

↻—tw: mention of abortion, violent words, suicide, anxiety, angst

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↻—summary: leaving you and your son, bakugou must find a way redeeming the both of you despite he’s 15 years late.

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all the characters and events depicted are fictitious. any resemblance to a person living or dead are purely coincidental.

You left right after Mitsuya left. You roamed around the school to see some new buildings were made beside the Heights Alliance. You were glad that you had your old ID in UA if not, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. Luckily, your school ID years ago was still valid. You perked up your eyebrow when you thought the ID would be declined.

After your little tour, you decided to go to the venue. A lot of people we’re present. Hoping, that you won’t bump into someone you know. You grabbed your glasses in you purse and wore it. You went to the line where you get your ticket checked and all that security protocol.

To your dismay, you noticed a familiar elbow.

"Yeah, me and cementos are in charge in the arena later, i'll catch up with you- wait hold on- y/n?"

Sero looked at you. He blinked a couple times just to make sure that he didn't mistaken. You looked at him and sighed. 'There's no way out of this mess.' , you thought in defeat.

You took off your glasses. "Forgetting your old friend? Ouch. That kinda hurts", you said as you waved him a little hello. "Nice meeting you sero-kun."

"Oh- holy shi- wha- how- when-"

"Woah, calm down sero-kun. You look like you're having a heart attack geez.", you replied. He turned around and took a deep breath. He couldn't believe it. "Yo y/n. Nice having you back."

"That's all you have to say? Come on' man. Where's that little handshake we used to do?", you smiled and he grinned like days back then.

"So y/n, what brings you here?", sero asked.

"Well, to support someone of course.", you replied.

"Like, your niece or nephew or something?", you shook your head in disapproval. "Well, i'm here to support my brat", you replied to see his eyes widen. Sero was a bit confused. You got a kid? There’s no way.

That made you thought on something. Bakugou didn't tell anyone about this? That you and him had a kid?

"Wow, that's great y/n, well, midoriya is calling me now. You can come with me too you know, all of us class A are present today. You should come too.", he offered.

But the truth, he wanted to bring you alone so bakugou can talk to you after all this time. Sero knew that years ago, after you left UA. Bakugou has been aggressive. Kirishima tried to talk about it but he couldn’t do something. The bakusquad knew what could possibly calm his mind or at least put him grounded. But, they had no idea where they’re gonna look for you.For some time, bakugou came back to his senses little by little to which his friends we’re quite relieved at some point.

"No, i'm good. This ticket would be a waste if i don't use it. Well, i'll see you later sero-kun. Nice meeting you again by the way.", you bid a goodbye. After you left, sero immediately called kirishima.

“yo man, i gotta tell you something.”

You finally found your seat on the venue and to see, tons of people we’re waiting for the event to start. Right after minutes, the fireworks flew up onto the sky and the crowd starts to cheer.

The annual sports festival, held in UA. Where, all the pro-heroes in japan, Top inventors, all in higher ups in the government are present to see the aspiring new hero generations will be witnessing their raw strength, and unique quirks.

“GOOD MORNING JAPAN! NOW, THE UA’S SPORTS FESTIVAL OFFICIALLY STARTS NOW! how are dealing today, shouto?”

You recognized the voice. You snorted a little to know that kaminari and todoroki we're the hosts in the event today.

"You just dragged me here."

"now, now. I, Eletricification Hero: Chargebolt, together with everyone's no.3 hero: shouto! we will be hosting this event! ARE YOU READY?"

the crowed cheered loudly.

"NOW, LET US WELCOME THE CONTESTANTS IN THIS EVENT! We have the top most await students in the year, the hero course! Along with the smart, and innovative inventions, coming from the support course! And lastly, The normal course, The general course!", kaminari announced.

By seeing the hero course, the kids sure are promising to your look. And besides that, your attention was on general course. In your sight, you saw mitsuya, looking...pissed.

"He was fine a while ago.", you murmured. You can't help it but to feel a bit worried because, his attitude was like a living time bomb. You don't know when he'll explode at some point.

He quickened his pace hopefully he could make it to his classroom.

After mitsuya left. He went straight to his classroom. He passed the support course to see those other kids preparing for the event. Right after, he passed on the hero course.

"well, looks like mommy's boy is here."

He cursed under his breath and turned around to see the spawn of the devil.

"What the hell do you want ryu?"

Ryu laughed. "Oh nothing, i just happen to see you. Oh wait, where's daddy? I can't seem to remember.. oh right! You don't have one.", mitsuya clenched his fist, holding the urge to punch him. Mitsuya then turned around and started to walk away.

"Eh? Walking away?"

Mitsuya turned his head back at ryu where he was standing. "I'll beat you up into pulp in the arena. Better prepare yourself."

“now, before we start, we have shouto to say the rules and mechanics of the game! shouto please do the honor.”

Todoroki has never been in this situation before, handling an event is quite overwhelming for him. yes, he can handle interviews from other news but not like this. Todoroki looked at kaminari to see him giving him a thumbs-up.

“ahem, for the rules of the game, We will be choosing random games that has been picked out in the wheel, Everyone is allowed to use their quirks, Bad intentions of using your quirk will be disqualified. That’s all for the rules.”, todoroki said.

“thank you very much shouto, now, let us introduce to you.. Everything Hero: Creati for the referee in the entire event!” kaminari announced. yaoyorozu stood up in the mini stage that has been prepared a while ago.

The crowd cheered for her appearance

"is her costume safe for high schoolers?"

"I don't know man, i'll just look away."

"her costume was the same since her high school.".

"Yeah."

"Alright, before we start the first game, Ryu Takashi will give a short message for everyone.", yaoyorozu announced.

Mitsuya looked at ryu in utter disgust. He and ryu we're close friends until they stepped onto their last year in junior high, he told ryu that he'll go to general class while ryu wanted for them to go to hero course together.

Ryu was mad that time, and up until now at mitsuya. And to the point he used Mitsuya's problems as a joke onto him.

"I just wanna say, that let's do our best to win this game and to the mommy's boy, my buddy mitsuya over there, let's meet in the arena."he gave mitsuya a grin plastered on his face and went down on the mini stage.

While you we're surprised he'd say that. "How dare him.", you commented.

"Thank you Ryu takashi. And now, we shall start our first game!", yaoyorozu announced.

The first game started. Everyone has been doing their best for the no.1 place. You just cheered a bit and watched him from afar. Mitsuya ended up 7th place which was a good job for him. The second game came out alright, and mitsuya passed. And, you noticed that he’s been holding back from using his quirk. That made you wonder why was he holding back? Is it because of his quirk?

"Mom, can i ask a big favor?", mistuya asked. You perked up you eyebrows."sure. What kind of big favor is that?", you asked.

"Well, since i go to UA now, help me train mom. I want to see the look of everyone that. 'Mitsuya l/n, from the general course wins in the tournament', something like that. You we're a hero student in the past right?", your smirk grew as you heard that he wants to train. "Are you sure? My way is not easy you know? I might go in the brutal side", you rested your hand on your hips.

"You know my nature mom. I'm gonna win.", he gave you a toothy grin which it made you proud for him. "Sure. I'll train you. Let's do this tomorrow. I'm pumped up!"

“Now there you have it! with a total of 8 students standing here, are the nominees for the semi finals! 2 in general course, 1 in support course, and 5 in the Hero course!”, yaoyorozu announced.

“it seems like we have 2 in general course has passed for the semi finals, interesting”, todooroki announced.

The second game ended. a lot of students got eliminated at the second game and few we’re left. Yaoyorozu stood in the crowd to announce the candidates for the semi finals.

“I KNOW RIGHT?!”, kaminari replied.

The heroes are also spectating on the other side.

“wow! is it just me or that kid exactly looked like.. kacchan?”, midoriya asked as he squinted his eyes on the center. He perked up his eyebrow in curiosity. Uraraka squinted her eyes to look at midoriya’s finger pointed at mitsuya. :”wait, he does!”, uraraka agreed.

“wait really? hold on, maybe that kid was a fan of his? i mean look at the way he scowls, it’s so... identical?”, jirou added.

“you guys just realized it by now? you guys really has eyes on the hero course. no wonder.”, shinsou commented. he said that in a point of sarcasm, since in the past, he was a general student once in his first year’s.

“yo bakugou, i got a call from sero.”,kirishima said.

“about what?”, he asked.

“he kind of... met y/n at the venue earlier.”

his eye widen in surprise. “where is she?”, he asked. Kirishima shrugged at his question. “i don’t know, but he told me that they talked a bit and she left, that’s all he said.”, Bakugou stood up from his seat. Midoriya noticed bakugou that he was not listening to him, “kacchan? did you not hear what i said?”,he asked.

“about what izuku?”, he impatiently asked.

“about the general course kid. He’s insanely looked like you.”, midoriya repeated. Bakugou sighed as he looked at where midoriya’s finger was pointed at. she squinted his eyes to who it was. “tch. it’s just a wannabe or something.”, then he left.. "h-hey! bakugou, wait up!”kirishima followed him. they both started walking on the hallways. bakugou went to the arena where, cementos and sero are there.

coincidentally, they bumped on a kid. “oi kid, watch where ya’ going”, bakugou scolded. to his surprise, it’s that kid who midoriya talked about. “my bad, i guess.”, the black haired-kid said. kirishima looked at the kid, who has a scowl plastered on his face.

“he really does looked like you.”, kirishima commented.

“oh shut up, yer better telling me that tape face actually talked to y/n.”, he said. that made mistuya’s track stopped. “it’s real, he called me earlier.”, kirishima replied. “then why did ya tell me right now? i could’ve caught up on her.”, bakugou said.

“well, you think it’s that easy to talk to her that quick? you broke up with her. at least, don’t startle her with your presence to her. that might be hard for her to-”

"I’ve been looking for her eijirou. I’ve been looking for her ever since then. I used my popularity and power to find her secretly but guess what I’ve found? nothing. and you now how much i looked for her. And yes, i fucking regretted that i’m the one who broke up with her. She tried to talk things out but what i did? i just told her to shut the fuck up leave. i made her choose. me or that brat?”, when he realized he said too much, there's no way out of this mess.

"Brat? What do you mean brat?", kirishima asked.

"I.. shit, i... got a kid with y/n", he murmured. "What?! How old is that kid? And you never bothered to tell us?", kirishima asked again.

He doesn't know about this. Of course he's surprised about what bakugou said. Bakugou sighed. "They're about 15 years old by now."

"I don't know what to say to you man, like, what the fuck. Is this why you've been acting all harsh years ago? Damn, goddamn bakugou. Besides from making it up to y/n, you'll also gonna make it up to your kid.", kirishima said, feeling conflicted to the news he just recently knew.

Leaning behind the wall, mitsuya was eavesdropping the all time. He tried to understand his side but, it's too complicated for him to get through his head. Now that he heard the conversation. He decided to leave. And face the problems what he has right now.

He went to the cafeteria to see his classmates. The greeted him and came along with him. "What's taking you so long mitsu-chin?", his friend asked. "I bumped onto red riot and dynamight while i was on my way here.", he replied. "HOLY SHI- FOR REAL? Man, talk about lucky.",his friend complimented him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever.", he replied and got some food ahead. "What are you fanboying for? Let's eat. Idiot"

"r-right!"

His classmates joined him eating lunch. Then, he felt a vibration on his phone. He opened it to see your sent text.

Mom

Kick their asses in the arena (ง'̀-'́)ง

He smiled a bit to see you giving support. His classmate noticed it and started t tease him. "I didn't know you we're a softie!", his other classmate said.

"You didn't see anything.", he denied.

"You can't help it to smile when someone is encouraging you, i mean it's inevitable even i, myself.", his friend added.

"Kaminari, take a look at this.", todoroki handed out a paper to kaminari.

"Mitsuya l/n", kaminari read the paper. "l/n? Hol up- are you saying?"

Todoroki read the nominees' files before the game started. Right after kaminari appeared.

"Yes. and look at it. His quirk is explosion.", todoroki pointed out. Kaminari read the file once again. "Crap, that's messed up.", kaminari commented.

"And besides the quirk, The face is identical to bakugou but the hair is just plain black and the eyes are black. just like y/n’s Don't you think that.."

"Y/n and bakugo had a kid?", kaminari added.

They both looked at each other in confusion.

"We should start on the game now.", todoroki changed the topic and kaminari nodded.

The arena started, Mitsuya himself didn’t used his quirk that much, he mostly used hand to hand combat that you’ve taught him. It was effective, luckily. 

"ALRIGHT! NOW, WE HAVE RYU TAKAHASI FROM THE HERO COURSE VERSUS MITSUYA L/N FROM THE GENERAL COURSE! THE BATTLE STARTS, NOW!"

The Heroes on the side were surprised to hear your last name.

“eh? l/n?”, midoriya asked.

“that can’t be.”, jirou added.

“this will break the internet.”, mina commented.

“bakugou, holy crap,”, krishima said as he placed his hand onto his mouth, covering his mouth slightly open.

Without any hesitation, Ryu rushed to mitsuya, initiating the offense. he shoot out ice daggers towards him. “offense huh? then be my guest!”, mitsuya said as he prepared himself to make a huge explosion from his hands. Midoriya stood up from his seat immediately as he looked at mitsuya, grinning.

“holy shit.”, he commented.

Ryu got blasted out right at first. luckily, he made an ice wall behind him. “eh? that’s kind of harsh aren’t you?”, he taunted. “let’s talk shall we?”, he immediately created tons of ice around them. 

“i have no time for petty talks.”, mitsuya replied.

“oh, are you hiding your own attitude from mommy? that’s kind of bad.”, he laughed. Mitsuya rushed onto him by propelling himself in the air.

“WOW! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! THAT’S JUST LIKE DYNAMIGHT’S MOVE! AM I RIGHT SHOUTO?!”

“this kid has potential. definitley Dynamight’s secret love child or something”, he commented.

The battle heated as the people we’re quite shook because Mitsuya has the same quirk as Dynamight. They kept on watching the fight to see who will definitely win the event.

Lastly, Ryu created the biggest ice he can possibly can make right now. As much as he quite hated doing this move, but this move will certainly work at this kind of situation. He propelled himself again as he prepare his final blow.

‘i might copy your moves, old man.’, he thought.

“howitzer.. IMPACT!”

A loud explosion occurred making the crowds gasped. 

Yaoyorozu looked at the situation on the Arena to see Ryu knocked out, and mitsuya standing stll with his shirt quite torn a bit. She raised her hand and announced. “MITSUYA L/N, FROM THE GENERAL COURSE, WINS!!!!”

“that’s my boy.”, you said as you looked at him, winning by his own strength and hard work.

"He's definitely Dynamight's secret love child. Nobody’s gonna change my mind.", todoroki commented.

Mina stood up, looking at bakugou’s direction. “bakugou, you better tell us what the hell is happening here,”, mina said.

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[acnelli]

Nelli's Birthday Recs

All credit for this lovely idea goes to @lumosatnight. It's my Birthday today and I want to share some quality stories with you to enjoy. Especially, in those last two years fanfiction and fandom in general became a safe haven for me. A very welcome escape from reality and overall joy in general. So thank you for this 💛

Just like Lani, I'll introduce 12 stories and authors (for each day in July leading up to my Birthday). Except for one, they're all Ron-centric (no surprises there but you probably follow me for that exact reason, so...I guess it's fine ;)). I can only encourage you to read these stories as well as checking out their writer profiles for more.

And I'll never get tired of saying this: Leave Kudos & comments if you enjoyed reading a story. No matter how old the story is, no matter how many Kudos and comments there are already, your comment will make a writer happy. Always (imagine this in a Severus Snape/Alan Rickman voice)!

This is not sorted by ship at all. So, scroll through the whole list, please. Pairings: Romione, Rarry, Kron, Perciver, and a selection of many different pairings from the microfics I recommended.

Holidate by @accio-broom [M, Ron x Hermione, WIP]

Fed up with being single for the holidays, two close friends agree to be each other's platonic plus ones all year long. But will they catch real feelings along the way?

This story updates on every major holiday and finishes on Christmas 2022. If this isn't the coolest idea?

My Microfic May 2022 by @curlyy-hair-dont-care [various ratings and pairings]

Her submissions to @microficmay 2022 were such a delight to read and I was looking forward everyday to read one of these lovely stories.

The Romione, Blairon, and Marthur fics were my favs but all of them are great.

A Perfect Birthday Morning by @hillnerd [M, Ron x Hermione, 1k+]

Ron's 34th Birthday.

Hilly isn't just one of my favorite artists ( @hillnerd-art) but also a great writer. She also organized hangouts during the panini which were such a life saver, especially in 2020.

A Muggle Cliché by @cescalr [T, Ron x Harry, 8k+]

Harry Potter. The squib son of James and Lily Potter. The nephew of Sirius Black.

Ron is never going to hear the end of this from the twins, he realises, with great despair. In his defence, Harry Potter should be dead.

I can't stress enough how great of a concept this is and how well-written this story is, especially how Harry is written.

what you know about love (i got what you need) by @playitaagain [M, Ron x Harry, 6k+]

Ron shows Harry that it's okay to seek comfort, to have someone hold you. He allows Harry the space to cry while showing him how much love can be found in another person's nonjudgmental support.

Or

Five time Ron initiates comforting Harry and one time Harry seeks out comfort.

Beautiful story with the 5 + 1 prompt. (Just as a FYI, I still get notification for this story on the @harryronfest blog almost every day :)).

Treacle Treat by @orange-peony [E, Ron x Harry, 30k+]

Fred's funeral turns out to be quite lovely, Harry thinks, in spite of how heartbroken they all feel. Everyone says something nice or funny about Fred, trying to remember the good moments. Harry can’t get the words out, but Ron is by his side, the back of his hand pressed against Harry’s, his eyebrows scrunched up as he sobs quietly.

“Stay,” Ron whispers after dinner, when everyone gets ready for bed, pale faces looking empty and wiped out. “Don’t go back to Grimmauld Place. Stay here, Harry. Please…”

Harry nods, then follows Ron upstairs, to the room where they’ve spent countless summer evenings, chatting in bed with a laugh and a cheeky grin on their faces.

They lie in the dark in silence this time, and Harry feels so cold.

So much angst, so much smut, so much love. So much of peony's beautiful writing.

A Heart So Colourful by @lumosatnight [E, Ron x Viktor, 1k+]

Rita Skeeter’s article dropped on Tuesday afternoon. By Wednesday morning, it was posted all over Hogwarts. Not even Filch’s personal quarters had been overlooked (though why a student would risk sneaking in there, Merlin only knew). By Thursday, even the professors were talking about it. By Friday, the Minister, himself, was Flooing his associates across the pond.

Viktor Krum was gay, and he had asked Ronald Weasley to the Yule Ball.

This is so cute and a really lovely idea. Also shout out to Lani for getting me into writing again with microficmay.

Perfect Strangers by @adenei [T, Ron x Hermione, 5k+]

Ron Weasley is just like any other University student: he attends his classes, plays for the football team, and spends much of his spare time working at the coffee shop that's owned by his best mate's parents. What will happen when an ordinary shift brings in a new customer?

I might have mentioned that I love Coffee Shop AUs right? This here also comes with a Jily lives bonus and adenei's amazing writing.

In Which Landon Is Accidentally Observant, and Peters Misses Quidditch for No Good Reason at All by @constitutionalweasleymonarchy [T, Percy x Oliver, 3k+]

The arguments between Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood are so legendary, a mere glare is enough to clear out the dormitory. The problem is, Landon and Peters live here, too.

(A 7th year Perciver from the POV of their dormmates.)

Usually, I recommend A Counterpoint to Working Lunches by RGF but this story made me laugh so much and I was absolutely delighted about the new ship name she came up with for Perciver.

Right Here, Right Now by @cheesyficwriter [M, Ron x Hermione, 1k+]

Ron and Hermione share a tender moment under the stars during the summer following the Battle.

This was written for the @romioneficfest 2021! As every story written for this lovely fest, cheesy's story warmed me from the inside out when I first read it.

The Handyman by @reallybeth9 [M, Ron x Hermione, 2k+]

She gave me another one of those tight-lipped smiles, and I realized that I desperately wanted to see what one of her real smiles looked like.

“It’s nice,” she said. “Or it will be once it’s decorated.”

I wanted to ask her if she could help me decorate it but I held my tongue, knowing that it would be an inappropriate thing to ask.

Smutty goodness with a twist but you have to see for yourself.

The Quiet by @be11atrixthestrange [T, Ron x Hermione, 1k+]

A father/son shopping trip turns into an understated moment of bonding.

This story will not just make your Romione shipper heart happy but you'll also find yourself shipping an entirely new pairing. My personal headcanons about Hugo's character were also shaped by this story. And Dad!Ron is always a treat, isn't it?

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom HCs

Sakusa x fem!Reader | Kita x fem!Reader | Tendō x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFics ]

Request: LOVED YOUR FALLING IN LOVE WITH SINGLE MOM HCS SHAKAKAOXVAIAL MOSTLY BOKUTO’S AHDIWIXBSIAO!! CAN I REQ THEM WITH SAKUSA KITA AND TENDOU?? TYSM 🤩🤩 —anonymous

a/n: once again,,, i love these hcs so much but i feel like omi was kinda ooc im so sorry (╥﹏╥) i hope u like these still!! i really enjoyed writing these, pls do tell me what you think (~￣³￣)~

❀ he's been watching you for a while now— his team's manager

❀ everyone knew you've recently became a new mom— as well as how your child's dad went MIA a few weeks after you gave birth, left a note breaking things off with you and saying he wasn't ready to be a dad

❀ you usually had your mom or a relative take care of your baby while you went to work, but this time no one was available so you had to bring your son with you

❀ standing by the corner of the crowded cafeteria, he kept on glancing at you obviously struggling to pacify your baby

❀ he didn't like the piercing cries of the child in your arms so he decided to help you, or so he convinced himself

❀ in reality, he couldn't take seeing you so panicked anymore— it agitates him so much

❀ he was trying to remember what komori taught him about babies as he walked over to where you stood

"have you tried feeding it?" he asked nonchalantly, standing a good foot away from you as he tried to peer over your shoulder

"him" you replied, exhaustion and frustration dripping from your tone, "and yeah, i just did"

you sighed

"give me"

it wasn't everyday that sakusa offered help so you jumped at the opportunity, supporting your child's neck and back as sakusa took him, doing the same

❀ he laid the baby on his chest, gently tapping at his back

❀ after a few moments he let out a small burp the baby not sakusa skdka

❀ he handed your child back to you, now silently chewing on his hand, saying he "just needed to burp"

❀ your face felt hot, embarrassed that you had no idea

❀ sakusa just placed a hand on your head and smiled behind his mask before leaving, he knows you needed all the help you can get right now and he, albeit wordlessly, made sure you're aware that he's willing to provide that help

❀ since then he regularly drops by your apartment and helps you clean and take care of your baby saying he's just making sure there weren't any germs near the kid

❀ lets you take naps as he watch your kid— but not before taking a bath, he has spare clothes in your closet

❀ the team notices how he's always over at your place

"omi-kun you're always over at y/n's, might as well move in with her"

"if she wants me to, i don't see any problem with it" he said so casually it made you whip your head to his direction

"do you... want to?" he looked away from you without an answer, avoiding your eyes, "omi-kun do you want to move in with us?"

"i said, if you wanted to" he replied, still avoiding your gaze and cheeks tinted red

❀ you met him at the wet market; well, your daughter did

❀ you noticed her run off while you were buying ingredients for your lunch and stocking up your fridge, quickly trying to catch up to her

❀ she was giddily running around, little 3 year old legs not taking her too far before bumping into a stranger's leg

❀ falling to her bum, your daughter looked up to see brown eyes looking down at her

"i'm sorry, are you alright?"

he helped the child up, holding her steady as he dusted off her bottom

by the time you caught up with the both of them, he already had your daughter in his arms, asking her where her mom was with a smile

"there she is!" she said with a giggle

"baby, what did i tell you about running off on your own?" you scolded her with a tired smile as kita handed her over to you, thanking him kindly

❀ after that encounter, he started to notice you more and more; in the wet market, around the neighbourhood, and in the topics of local grannies

❀ you moved in recently, shortly after your daughter's dad bailed out on the both of you, leaving you to raise her alone; or so he's heard

❀ he would always give you a soft smile and an acknowledging nod whenever you two see each other

❀ it wasn't until his grandmother asked him to bring over some vegetables to your house that he had the chance to have an actual conversation with you

"gran wanted you to have this"

"oh thank you very much", you beamed at him while taking the basket, "do you maybe want to come inside? i'll prepare some tea"

he was about to decline the offer, but the joyful look on your child's face the moment she sees kita convinced him to do otherwise

❀ the two of you talked over tea and snacks while your daughter sat on his lap, playing with his large hand

❀ you couldn't help but smile at the both of them, your daughter never one to be this playful with others, kita didn't seem too bothered either

❀ time passed and kita needed to go back home, much to your daughter's dismay

❀ he didn't want to upset your kid too much so it was decided he'll come back soon to play with her

❀ it became a regular thing for kita to stop by your house on his way home from the fields— spending time with you and your daughter slowly becoming routine

❀ he adored your child's little giggles and the way she insisted having him wear the flower crown she made, glancing at you to see you laughing at the sight had him imagining what life would've been like with the two of you

❀ till he realized he was already living that life— looking forward to seeing you both after a hard day of work at the fields, being greeted by warm smiles and a hug, eating dinner together and sharing laughter

❀ it seems like granny wouldn't have to wait too long for a grandchild

❀ he noticed your 2 year old boy looking—staring, at him from across the restaurant he was having lunch at

❀ so of course he decided to make faces in an attempt to make him laugh

❀ he wiggled his eyebrows at the toddler, waving his hands and cooing— though he wasn't sure if the baby even hears him

❀ the boy decided that tendō pulling at his ears and sticking his tongue out was a winner, letting out a short giggle

❀ you had your back to tendō so you were surprised to see your child laughing when you looked up from your meal

❀ turning around to see tendō making the silliest face, you couldn't help but laugh as well, your son finding it absolutely hilarious and is squealing in delight

❀ tendō's face heated up in embarrassment from being caught but he laughed along nonetheless, shaking his head as you waved your son's tiny hands at him and mouthing 'hello'

❀ he thought you two were adorable so he decided to come up to your table

"you babysitting your nephew? or is that your baby brother?"

you chuckled at him, "he's my son"

"oh"

the redhead's brain buffered for a few moments, "i should get going then, don't wanna offend someone" he laughed awkwardly, hand scratching at his nape

"oh no, it's fine. you're not offending anyone" his eyebrows raised at your reply's implication, "mind taking a seat? my baby seem to like you"

"your baby has great taste" tendō smirked as he slid to the seat opposite yours

"so it seems" you said with a tone that sent a blush straight to his cheeks

❀ the afternoon ended with your number saved on tendō's phone under the name cute baby('s) momma🥺

❀ he texts and calls All The Time; asking how your kid is doing and wanting to see the both of you

❀ after a while of talking and going out, you asked him if he wanted to come over to your place for a visit and he was simply ✨ecstatic✨

❀ spent the whole afternoon crawling around your living room chasing your son, squeals and giggles echoing throughout your house

❀ you've never seen your son be this comfortable with anyone that isn't you and you're just grateful that tendō adores your child as much as your child adores him

❀ when tendō walked up to you— your son in his arms, sleeping soundly on his shoulder, you offered to take the child but he refused and opted to pull you close with his free hand

❀ he leaned against the kitchen counter, both you and your son in his arms as you asked him in a whisper, "can you stay?"

❀ understanding what you meant was more than staying for the night, he answered with a definite "for as long as you want to, of course" before pressing a kiss on your temple

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The Babysitter

Single-Dad!Sebastian Stan X Fem!Reader

Summary: After your sister-in-law gets you a babysitting job, you and Sebastian fall in love.

Warnings: mentions death by birth (briefly) and fluff.

A/n: HI!!! Sorry, I accidentally posted the first draft 🤦‍♀️ but this is the exact same thing just not with the ask. I absolutely loved the idea!!!

You parked the car making your way upstairs. Knocking on the door it was answered by a man maybe 3 years older than you at the most. Behind him you could see a little boy hid poking his head around the corner, he couldn't have been older than 7. He had short light brown hair and bright blue eyes, that was obvious he got from his father. You recognized him from your nephew's class.

"Hello you must be y/n! I'm Sebastian, the spy back there is Julian." He said shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you." You smiled at him before looking back at the boy. "Hi there hunny."

"Hi." Julian waved shyly.

"Come in." Sebastian welcomed. He was going out to meet up with Chris Evans since he was coming in town. So that's where you came in, you were the aunt of one of Julian's friends from school, along with babysitting for a few of his other friends. "Jule, come all the in and introduce yourself." Sebastian urged the young boy.

"Sorry tata." Julian said running over hiding behind him. "I'm Julian!"

"Nice to meet you Julian! I'm y/n." You smiled.

"I'm going to my toys now." He told his dad before running off.

"He's a delight when you get to know him." Sebastian promised. "Let me give you the run down."

———

"And bedtime is 9 no negotiations, he will try." Sebastian finished listing down the rules.

"Got it I think I can handle that. When will you be back?" You asked him.

"Uh probably around 11 or 12... You can sleep on the couch if you'd like, Netflix is signed in as well." He said.

"Okay got it. Go have a good time. I can handle Julian. Go have fun with your friend."

"Yeah uh sorry I don't leave him much. Julian!! Come say bye." He shouted. Soon the ocean eyed kid came walking into the living room.

"Bye daddy!" He hugged his dad.

"Bye buddy. Be good for y/n." Sebastian kissed his son on the top of the head and left.

"Okay. You have an hour till bedtime how about we got you in jammies and we watch a movie?" You asked.

"Yeah!! Can I pick!"

"Of course!" You smiled as you followed him to his room. "Okay pick your jammies."

"These ones!" He pulled out a pair of Captain America and Winter soldier pajamas. "My daddy is this one." He pointed at one of the characters.

"Woah! That's cool! Need any help?"

"No."

———

A tipsy Sebastian came stumbling into the apartment. He tossed his keys in the dish and went to the living room with intent to just crash on the couch. He had forgotten all about you until he saw you asleep with your feet on his coffee table, and Julian sleeping in your lap one of your hands resting gently on his back. Madagascar playing quietly in the background. He smiled, he wasn't sure about leaving Julian with someone other than his mom and step-dad. He's been raising Julian as a single dad since the day Julian was born. His mother passed giving birth. In those seven years, he's never found a woman worthy of him, and definitely not worthy of being his son's mother figure. It could be the lack of trying, or it could be that when he did try the women didn't like sharing his attention with Julian. That's why when he first saw you at his son's school, he didn't walk over.

He thought you were pretty, and wanted to ask you on a date but just couldn't work up the courage. When he did, you were already leaving, with a boy he recognized as his son's best friend. When your sister in law suggested to him you as a babysitter, he took her up on the offer, getting your number from her.

"Oh your back." A quiet voice whispered. He snapped from his thoughts seeing you rubbing your eyes with one hand keeping the other on Julian's back.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Here let me get him." Sebastian stumbled forward still tipsy.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Just go get ready for bed. I'll get him in his bed. And uh could I sleep here tonight on the couch of course. I think I'm to tired to drive." You gently stood before lifting the 7 year old with some struggle.

"Of course." Sebastian yawned before leaving to his bedroom. You smiled going to Julian's room tucking him in before making your way back to the couch and laying down. Sebastian came out a few minutes later but decided not to disturb you once he saw you about to fall asleep.

———

You shuffled away to the sound of sizzling on the stove. Looking around you saw Sebastian cooking while Julian sat on the counter talking to his dad about the night before. You yawned alerting the men of your consciousness.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Sebastian smiled at you.

"Morning!" Julian said happily.

"Morning. What's cooking?" You asked sitting up.

"Eggs! I'm helping!" Julian exclaimed. You chuckled walking over.

"Okay Jule go get dressed I gotta talk to Y/n." Sebastian helped his son off the counter.

"You got it, Tata."

"Why does he call you tata?" You asked curiously.

"We're Romanian." Sebastian explained.

"Nice. What did you need to talk about?"

"First you need paid... And second I was wondering if I could maybe take you out for dinner sometime?" Sebastian asked nervously.

"Sure, I'd like that." You smiled.

"Daddy!!! Can I have a lollipop in my lunch today?" Julian asked running in breaking up the moment.

"Sure." Sebastian smiled.

"We'll set up times later." You whispered.

———

That day was almost 6 years ago now, you're been married for two years. Looking back you knew your sister in law was playing matchmaker for you. Not that you cared, you met your now husband and the father of your kids, Julian and Grace.

"Mom! Can you help me?" The now 13 year old Julian asked holding his tie. "Dad's busy with Gracie.

"Of course Hun come here.

"Thanks mom." Julian smiled.

"Hey dragoste? Where is Gracie's new bow is?" Your husband shouted.

"I left it with her dress." You explained. Your family was off to a premiere for one of Sebastian's movies.

"Oh! Found it!" He shouted.

"Okay here-" You started helping your son with his tie.

Once Sebastian was done dressing the 1 year old he made his way into the living room where you were just finishing tying Julian's tie.

"There you go. Very handsome." You smiled kissing your son on the forehead. Sebastian loved seeing your relationship with his son grow. He didn't expect that dinner those years ago would've led to this but he sure was glad.

"Tata! Whatcha think?" Julian said noticing his dad.

"You look great!"

"We need a photo! Julian hold you sister for one photo." You said. Sebastian laughed passing Gracie to Julian.

"Okay mom."

This was your family. Sebastian was so happy watching all the mornings you dance around with Julian in the kitchen while making breakfast. He hopes that Julian's birth mother would be proud of how far their family has came.

"Well lets go!"

A/n: halfway through writing this I realize... The actor who plays billy maximoff in wandavision is named Julian as well. 🤣

[forasecondtherewedwon]

Guest Side Story

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson Rating: T Word Count: 3214

Summary: Sam told Bucky not to flirt with Sarah. But this is her house, so Bucky's pretty sure she makes the rules.

Bucky’s missed white lies. Ones that don’t hurt anybody.

“Is that cigarette smoke I smell on your coat, James Barnes?” “No, Ma. ’Course not.”

“And you’re sure this dame knows it’s my arm she’ll be on?” “Sure, Steve. She’s been after me to fix the two of you up for weeks.”

Stuff like that.

Past few years, Bucky’s either been transparent or a brick wall, all lies or all truth. Which one he loses more sleep over just depended on the day. The most human thing, he’s learning, is to work with a little of both: fact and fiction. Give something here, hold something back there. Lying doesn’t have to be mean-spirited and telling the truth doesn’t have to make him feel hollow and guilty. Maybe you can only realize this kinda thing when you find your way home, even if the home isn’t yours.

Bucky’s standing in the kitchen listening to Cass teach him how to fish. It’s purely theoretical, no gear involved, just the overexaggerated motion of Cass’s arm as he mimes casting. Laughing, Bucky lightly grabs the boy’s elbow before it can collide with the refrigerator on an especially big swing. Cass downsizes his demonstration without pausing the excited flow of his instructions.

AJ catches Bucky’s eye; from the look on his face, he’s beginning to suspect that Bucky might already know how to fish. While Cass is focused hard on his hands pretending to show how to fit live bait onto a hook, Bucky smiles at AJ over the smaller boy’s head and raises a finger to his lips. White lies. Let Cass believe he’s the expert.

When Cass is winding down, Bucky moves around him with a grin, carrying an empty plate to the sink.

“I got it!” AJ declares, whisking it from Bucky’s hand and pumping a squirt of dish soap in the center while his other hand runs the hot water.

Cass slotted the Pop-Tarts the plate lately held into the toaster for him (no better end-of-the-day snack, Bucky was told) and now AJ’s cleaning up. They’re a hospitable family, all day long. No phoniness, no insincere offers of help that they’re hoping Bucky won’t take them up on. He actually had to race the kids to the shed to store a toolbox earlier. On the boat, Bucky has room to put in the effort for the Wilsons, but inside the walls of their home he’s not allowed to do a damn thing because he’s a guest. Per square foot of property, he doesn’t think he’s ever been treated this well in someone else’s house.

“Fine,” Bucky concedes, “but I’m doing all the dishes tomorrow—breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And don’t get up early to drink a glass of orange juice and try to wash it before I’m awake, ’cause I’ll be listening.”

The boys giggle and Bucky leans against the counter, hovering while AJ hands the plate off for Cass to wipe dry and pretending not to listen to Sam and Sarah talking in the next room.

…But there isn’t a full wall separating the kitchen from the living room and Sam knows Bucky’s hearing’s good, right? He doesn’t think they’re discussing anything that private and if Sam’s annoyed with him later for what he supposes Bucky might’ve heard, Bucky’ll just offer up another white lie and swear he couldn’t hear a thing. And Sarah… Sarah wouldn’t think any worse of him if she knew. Bucky imagines she’d have a lot of compassion for his frequent urge to give Sam a hard time just for the hell of it. He flicks a quick glance over his shoulder, just to see her, and concentrates on what they’re saying, giving himself vague permission because he overheard his name.

“This was your idea,” Sarah’s saying. “You brought the stray cat home, just like when we were kids.”

“Don’t compare him to something cute,” Sam complains. Bucky’s mouth tenses to keep his smile from spreading too far.

“He is a guest in my home, Sam, and he’s more than earned it after the work he’s been putting in with the boat.”

“And what about the work you’ve been putting in watching him do that work?”

“Sam. Grow up.” Sarah’s voice is playful and Bucky almost turns, wondering what her expression looks like.

“So you’ve just been appreciating his skill with a wrench and some sandpaper,” Sam says skeptically.

“If I’m also appreciating his shoulders in that shirt— if—” she emphasizes when Sam tries to interrupt, “—it’s nobody’s business but mine.”

“Ok, you definitely can’t have him sleeping on the couch.”

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Try to sneak him to my bedroom after lights out? With you listening, trying to catch us? Uh uh. Your sister is a grown woman with two children, a home, and a boat she couldn’t manage to sell, and she can lust where she damn well pleases.”

Bucky snorts out a laugh and AJ gives him a funny look. Kid’s too perceptive.

“He’s tricky,” Sam lectures. “You can’t see it, but I do. I’ve been around him a hell of a lot more. You think he smiles like that at everybody? If he smiles at me at all, I gotta assume he just looked up and saw a meteor hurtling towards where we’re standing and is only smiling because we’ve got seconds to live and I won’t be able to tell anybody.”

“You are hilarious.”

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re telling me your friend is charming. That’s what you’re describing. Don’t I deserve to be charmed? Where else is he gonna sleep, huh? With you? In one of the boys’ little beds while they share the other one? Because I know you’re not suggesting we skip the pretense and put him right in with me.”

Sam lets out a noise of obvious frustration.

“Time to intervene,” Bucky tells Cass and AJ, leaving them to swap confused shrugs in the kitchen as he saunters into the living room.

“Hey,” Sam greets stonily, arms crossed over his chest.

Just for fun, Bucky decides to be all the friendlier.

“It’s so great of you to put me up. Thanks, Sarah. This beats a hotel by a mile.”

“Our gourmet kitchen does offer an impressive range of sugary cereal,” she jokes. “I might even cook you boys a special breakfast tomorrow before you head back to the dock.”

Bucky’s grin widens.

“Oh yeah? I wouldn’t wanna—”

“No, it’s no trouble—”

“Well, that would be—”

“Both of you stop it,” Sam orders.

“Sam, go outside,” Sarah orders right back. “Play some tag with your nephews.”

“Sarah, I’m beat. We’ve been working on that boat all day.”

“Mhmm, you and the rest of the neighbourhood. You worked all day and you come home and there’s still two kids to entertain. But guess what?” She smiles deviously at her brother and throws a few fake punches at his stomach. “You’re Sam Wilson, the Falcon! Looks like you’re special after all. Me and Bucky here know you’ve still got some gas in the tank. Go on.”

Sam looks fairly planted to the spot as he glares from his sister to Bucky, but he eventually moves with a lurching step.

“I’m gonna be right outside,” he warns.

Bucky sidesteps out of his path and says nothing, though it’s hard to resist the instinct to egg him on.

“We’re gonna have a super-secret discussion about which towels he can use,” Sarah goads at her brother’s back.

Sam ignores her, corralling his nephews in the kitchen and guiding them out the door into the fading daylight with a hand on each of their narrow backs.

“Great kids,” Bucky observes.

Sarah nods, watching her family disappear, then turns to him.

“We’re not really gonna talk about towels.”

“No?”

Bucky’s eyebrows rise in surprise and delighted anticipation until Sarah grabs a folded blanket off the back of the couch and passes it to him.

“We’re making up the couch.”

“Oh.”

This is ok too. Actually, really nice, standing next to Sarah and unfolding the blanket as she stuffs a pillow into a clean case. Her eyes find his already on her and he swears he almost blushes; he’s been smoothing out the same crease in this blanket for a good thirty seconds with no result, just watching her easy movements, the way she flips her braids back when they fall forward over her shoulder.

“I hope you’re comfortable,” she says, lingering once they’re done.

“I woulda slept on the floor. A closet, even, like Harry Potter.”

“You read Harry Potter? Don’t tell the boys—they’ll be bugging you to play wizards with them.”

Bucky laughs and shakes his head.

“Nah, I just watched the movie.”

“Which one?”

“There’s more than one?”

“You really better not bring it up then,” Sarah advises. “They’d try to tell you everything at once.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to get in out of my depth.”

It feels like a significant look they exchange after his words. Bucky wants it to be—he thinks he does—but he feels awkward, romantically clumsy. Heartstrings tied together like shoelaces, waiting to trip him up. He’s been telling himself she’s only being kind, but after eavesdropping on her conversation with Sam, he knows she’s interested. In his shoulders at the very minimum. Was that right? His shoulders? Just in case, Bucky does his best to square them. Can’t hurt.

He’s fucking ecstatic when Sarah does glance down briefly, her gaze returning to his face with something flustered in it. Sure, she’s a mom and she runs a business, but it’s like she told Sam: she deserves to be charmed. Bucky’s not entirely sure he’s doing it right though.

“So,” she says, “Sam was just being a pain when he tried to convince me you can’t sleep on the couch because you’ve got a bad back, right?”

Bucky sighs but keeps smiling. It’s natural in her presence.

“I’d say that’s him making old-man jokes about me.”

“I apologize for my brother and his bad manners.”

“Ah, he’s not totally wrong,” he concedes, perching on the arm of the couch. “These last few birthdays have required more candles than you could fit on a cake.”

“Then you just have to get yourself a bigger cake.”

Bucky laughs.

“I guess optimism’s pretty much a family trait?”

“We work at it. They say you need to take the good with the bad, but they don’t tell you that means creating the good out of nothing a lot of the time, if you want any at all. The Wilsons worked that out some time ago, so we mostly do alright.”

“It’s a good feeling to be around,” he tells Sarah earnestly. Clearing his throat, he gets to his feet. “Feels good, being around you.”

“We’re… I’m happy you could stay with us.”

The light’s softened in the room and her voice has gone with it. Bucky shifts on his feet.

“It’s a pleasure to be here,” he assures her.

Sarah’s eyelashes flutter when she looks from his mouth to his eyes. Probably too try-hard to bite his lip now. God, Sam thinks Bucky’s so suave with Sarah, but it feels like he’s only got one move and it’s fucking smiling. Some Casanova he is. Sarah, meanwhile, is beautiful and authoritative and generous and moving closer to toss the pillow he’ll rest his head on tonight onto the couch.

“Anything else you need to be comfortable?” she asks, gaze slipping from one of his eyes to the other. “Another pillow? Pajamas?”

“I’ve got some, but…”

“But?”

Sarah gives him a questioning look and Bucky starts summoning the courage to make a move. He’ll touch her waist—no, take her hand. He’ll cup her sweet face so there’s no doubt what he means.

“But,” he picks up, “if I get cold in the night…”

There’s longing in her eyes, Bucky knows it, but Sam bangs in the screen door right then, one nephew squealing where he’s been slung over Sam’s shoulder.

“Well,” Sam announces loudly to the house at large, “that’s it! No more gas in the tank! Everybody get to bed!”

Sarah appears sorry as she steps back. Bucky almost reaches out to pull her in, to take another shot with another lousy line. Shit, he’s bad at this.

“There are more blankets in the hall closet,” she says, and slips away.

“Thank you,” he calls after her.

Sam walks past, Cass still dangling upside-down over his back while AJ runs ahead, and watches Bucky like a hawk (or some other bird of prey) as he digs through his overnight bag. What’s Sam expecting him to pull out? A strip of condoms? Bucky extracts a green toothbrush and holds it up with an expression of fake wonder. Sam rolls his eyes and heads off down the hall.

They are going to bed early, barely 9pm. That’s probably late for the kids though. Bucky’s pleasantly weary after a day outdoors, more working than talking, feeling like part of something as the Wilsons’ community came together to repair the boat. Seeing Sarah throughout. Flashing Bucky a smile while she spoke to a neighbour, grasping his outstretched hand to let him help her aboard so she could see their progress, checking Sam’s work like she’s his foreman while Bucky grinned and watched the siblings good-naturedly pick at each other. Sam was probably out like a light and Bucky should be too.

He’s not.

He can’t get to sleep right away, but it’s peaceful to lie here on the couch, on his back, while the house gets dark and darker. Sarah left the nearest window cracked for him and a gentle breeze washes in with the chirp of insects. Bucky’s already looking forward to being woken by the sun streaming through in the morning. It’d be good to get from now to daylight in a single stretch of sleep; that’s what he fantasizes about while he lies on his back: no nightmares. His head’s propped up by the pillow he tells himself smells like Sarah, though it probably just smells like her laundry soap.

It’s hard to put his finger on what’s missing, why he can’t fall asleep, until he hears the soft shuffle of footsteps on carpet. They’re too close together to be Sam’s—either hesitant or made by child-sized feet. Bucky cranes his neck around, expecting to see someone walk past on their way to the kitchen for a glass of water. His gaze roams over nothing for a minute, then he slumps back as the footsteps retreat. Maybe it was Sam after all, getting up to look in on his nephews or something. It’s the sorta thing Bucky would do if he were an uncle; he’d treasure the time with those kids, try to remember everything about his visit so he could hang on to it when he found himself half a world away, in Berlin or Riga or Madripoor.

He’s settling, trapping the blanket against his chest with a heavy hand, when he hears the footsteps approach again. Then back away seconds later. Slowly, Bucky starts to smile to himself. It’s Sarah. Can only be her. She’s either trying to psych herself up to come in here and talk to him and failing, or trying to resist venturing down the hall and succeeding.

On her next attempt, she gets closer, and Bucky sits up, kicking the blanket aside, and drops his feet to the floor in anticipation of her rounding the corner. He’s nervously gripping the couch cushion on either side of his knees when she does.

“You sneaking past Sam?” he asks quietly.

Sarah jumps, pressing a hand to her chest.

“You scared me. I wasn’t sure you’d be awake.”

Bucky shrugs, dreamily fixated on her smile. One of her neighbours turns on their porchlight and now Sarah can probably see his smile too.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says.

“Shoot. Did you need something else?”

Kinda funny how she’s pretending she was coming out here for another reason and is just making a detour for him. He knows better, but he’s got enough remnants of being a gentleman not to call her out on it.

“Nah. It’s nothing to do with you.” Bucky stares at her a few seconds and changes his mind. “You know what? Actually, it is you.”

“What is?” Sarah asks with a hushed, confused laugh.

“The reason I can’t get to sleep. Sarah…”

But she smiles and does what he did to the boys earlier—holds a finger to her lips.

With the confidence of a woman at ease in her own home and her own body, she steps forward. She wore a yellow t-shirt today, but the one she wears now is pale pink. It’s loose and worn and reveals the strong, elegant curve of her shoulder when she moves and it slips. Gazing up at her, Bucky shifts until he feels the back of the couch. His hands hover in the air as Sarah digs one knee, then the other, into the cushion on either side of him. She lowers herself onto his thighs.

Moving slow like the hour, deep like the black sky, Bucky runs his hands up her back.

Sarah’s palms land on his shoulders and, smiling, she confesses to him, “I like these.”

He’s smirking when she ducks her head to kiss him.

Now that he has her here—on his lap, in his arms—Bucky forgets every way he wanted to touch her earlier. How he was gonna woo her with tender contact applied just right. Well, thank god for Sarah. She sets the pace of the kiss and, when his hands go still at her upper back, reaches around to bring one of them back down to her waist. He can feel that there’s no bra beneath her shirt.

“Rusty,” he breathes when their mouths slide apart.

“You were on that old boat all day,” she reminds him. “You know I’ve got patience for rusty.”

Still, Bucky wants to do a little better, prove that maybe he’s what she had in mind when she decided he was worth smiling at. He cradles Sarah closer, pulling her in, dipping his fingers into the valley of her spine when she arches into him. They kiss firmer, then faster. At her quick nod of encouragement, he moves his hands to her hips. Lower.

“Sarah?” Sam slurs sleepily from down the hall. “You outta bed?”

Sarah presses a hand to Bucky’s chest and pushes off his lap, other hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. He chuckles too.

“As the Falcon, timing is one of his greatest strengths.”

“And as his sister,” Sarah counters, “it gets on my last nerve.”

“Well, I didn’t wanna say that, but…” Bucky grins.

“Sarah?” Sam calls out again.

She sighs.

“Is he trying to wake the boys?” She takes a step away from the couch, wearing a regretful smile. “I better go.”

Bucky catches himself before he can blurt out I’ll miss you. Overeager fool.

“See you in the morning?” Sarah checks, something shy about her now, but not in a bad way. Cautiously hopeful, Bucky thinks. He’s been feeling that way himself.

He gives her one more smile for the road.

“You bet.”

[chaeiimimi]

HEY BUBS! I HOPE YOU’RE DOING GREAT, PART TWO WAS SUCH A BOMB AS WELL ALDJAKDJA I’M LOWKEY GETTING BABY FEVER ALREADY AT THIS POINT LMAO JK AKSJAKS IF YOU HAVE TIME, I’D LIKE TO REQUEST OSAMU / SUNA / OIKAWA / AKAASHI ALDHAKS ANY OF THEM WOULD BE FINE UWU 😫

HEY BUBS I’M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BFIWBFIWBF MY LIFE’S BEEN PRETTY CRAPPY LATELY, I’M GLAD YOU LIKED THE SECOD PART AAAAA STAY HAPPY AND HEALTHY BUBS ILY <3

Haikyuu Boys and a Single Mom Pt. 3

Featuring: Suna, Bokuto, Kenma

Suna Rintaro

despite being a professional volleyball player, Suna was still a university student, he evenly splits up his days to go to volleyball practice and university

he was always dreading to go to university, but he knew he needed it, and you, being his seating beside you in three classes, made university bearable

you had this amazing aura, always so gentle, and kind, you had a soft smile plastered on your face almost like a motherly smile, your voice was always calm and soft, you were just so breath-taking to look at

although you two never talked that much, Suna already knew a lot of little details about you, he once drove pass you walking to the kindergarten just one street away from your university, he knew that you carry a container of fruits in your bag, you always left as soon as classes for the day was over, and that was only a few among a hundred of little things about you

Suna admired you from afar, as much as he likes you so much it physically hurts him, love just wasn't his priority, his priority was volleyball and his career

or at least he thought

life surely has a great sense of humor because somehow you guys ended up being partners for a thesis paper

"I look forward to working with you Suna" you smiled

"likewise" he says with his usual blank face

Suna didn't want to admit it, but he was excited

"so, where do we work on this?" he asks looking at the notes he took for that class

"well, we can work on it at my place" you say casually while also looking at your notes

"are you sure it's okay?" he asks again to make sure, this girl, the person he's been crushing on for his two years in university is now inviting him to her place

"yeah, i can't really spend a lot of time outside, my son hates it" 

and just like that Suna was having a mini heart attack, you were married? you have a son? what-

“hey, you alright?” you asked worriedly

Suna quickly composed himself 

“uhh y-yeah, won’t your husband get angry?” he asks 

“oh don’t worry I raise Kiro by myself” you smiled

Suna looked at you strangely, unable to keep up 

you chuckled at his dazed look “I’m a single mother” 

Suna almost breathed out a sigh of relief, thankfully he was able to stop himself or else you would get the wrong idea

“yeah, yeah sure, let’s work on it at your place” he snapped out of it, did he sound too happy to hear that you were single? yes, but we ain’t gonna talk about that 

what was your ex thinking? he was pretty sure your kid was cute and you were so breath-taking to look at, what a stupid guy    

“what does your son likes?” 

“hm?” you asked him to make sure you heard him right 

“what does your son likes?” 

later in the evening, Suna showed up at your place with chocolate chip ice cream and the most expensive sushi he could find

you worked on your project for a good two hours, finalizing the outline of the thesis, while Kiro sat on Suna’s lap, your son immediately liked him, maybe because of the ice cream and sushi , but Kiro was very fond of him

“Kiro, baby, get off of Suna’s lap please he might get tired” you said to your son while you were keeping the things you used

“I don’t mind, he’s surprisingly light” Suna says as he bounces Kiro on his lap

“alright, if you say so, I’m going to prepare snacks” you made your way to the kitchen and left the two in the living room

“mister rin-rin” Kiro whispers while tugging on Suna’s shirt

“hm?” he answers looking at the kid, he was right, Kiro was extraordinarily adorable, it felt like he was looking at a smaller boy version of you and it was making her heart go feral, making him break his rules and try his best to get the both of you

“i want you to be my daddy” he whispers while fiddling with his fingers shyly

please this man is about to combust

he pats the boy’s head “sure bud” he said with a smile

“then can I call you dad?” he asks , eyes sparkling

“well it’s better to start early right? sure you can bud” he says, a full-blown grin plastered on his usually stoic face

Bokuto Koutaro 

the flashing and clicking of cameras occupied the whole room where the MSBY Jackals were holding their post-game press conference, they won the game by the way and Bokuto was in high spirits answering questions thrown at him by the reporters 

it was your turn to ask a question to the players and you stood up “Bokuto-san, your fans are always wondering why you’re always in high spirits, what is your secret?” 

Bokuto has never seen you before, were you a knew reporter? because damn he would’ve noticed you immediately if you were on their past press conferences, you looked like a celebrity to be quite honest 

“I’m playing volleyball, there’s no room for me to be unhappy” he simply says 

 it was you first day at your new job, quite frankly, you’re glad you quitted your old one, they forced you to stay behind the camera and write scripts for anchors when you finished a bachelor degree on broadcasting 

“Can’t blame him, I’m also happy when I do my job” you mumble to yourself as you remembered Bokuto’s answer to your question

“mama!” you looked at your son who was in the arms of your cousin Kuroo

“hey thanks for doing this for me couz” you say as they stopped right in front of you

“mama! have you seen the game?! they were so awesome! Uncle Tetsu promised me to go meet MSBY!” your son happily jolts in his Uncle’s arm

you looked at him with a motherly smile, happy that you’re son enjoyed the game 

“you coming with us?” Kuroo asked

“you two go ahead I’ll just rest for a bit” you were tired with keeping up with the game and asking questions 

the two nodded “alright, just show this to the guard and they’ll let you enter” Kuroo says, handing you a pass

you mutter a small thank you as you watch them walk away

let’s just say Gen, your son, was liked by every single member of the team, I mean, who could ever dislike such an adorable kid?

“MSBY cool! Shoyo pwaaa! Boto bam!” he says while jumping up and down, while Kuroo watched his nephew smiling

Bokuto was particularly very fond of him, was it because the kid was unbelievably adorable? or was it because the kid reminded him of a certain reporter? He’d like to think both

“Gen-kun who’s yer fav’rite player eh?” Atsumu asks the kid

the kid looked at eight full-grown man looking at him expectantly, his eyes stopped on the black-and-white haired spiker and made grabby hands towards him “BOUTO! BOUTO!” 

the members were disappointed but not surprised at all, kids tend to go to Bokuto or Hinata since they have the friendliest faces

“HEY! HEY! HEEEY!” Bokuto did not hesitate and lifted the boy up in the air, as they both giggle

“Tetsu?” your voice interrupted the commotion inside the room

Kuroo went to the door and opened it for you and the first thing you saw was your son giggling with the person stuck in your head for about twenty minutes now

“Mama!” your son screamed as soon as he saw you and asked to be put down to run towards you giving you a hug on your leg you looked down at him and patted his head gently

Kuroo cleared his throat “this is Y/N L/N my cousin, the mother of adorable the adorable Gen, she is single and ready to mingle, 2 in 1 you get an adorable son and a lovely wife, contact me for more details, the price can be discussed” 

you deadpanned at your cousin, why tf was he selling you like an auction, you shook your head 

you were hyper aware of the intensity of the owl-eyed spiker, making you blush

while Bokuto was over here thinking, damn he hit the jackpot an adorable son and an absolutely gorgeous wife? you bet he’s in and he’s gonna do everything he can to win you and make you and your son happy

“I’m sorry about him, please excuse me, my son and I needs to leave” you said politely and bowed as you take your son away

unbeknownst to you, Bokuto was in the middle of business with your cousin

“hey, how much for the details?” Bokuto whispers to his bestfriend as if they were in the middle of an illegal transaction

Kuroo looked at his friend with eyebrows raised

“I’ll pay any amount” Bokuto was very serious, which made the former Nekoma captain burts out laughing

“well, since you’re my good friend, a few drinks will do” Kuroo after his hyena laugh session

“Hey! hey! hey! thanks Kubroo!” Bokuto says in his usual cheery voice

later that night, you wondered why you were having dinner with your son, your cousin, and the former captain of Fukurodani, how he managed to get you flowers in such a short amount of time and this late at night was beyond your knowledge. But you weren’t complaining though, how could you when he looked adorable with a flushed face asking for your number after driving you and your son home.

Kenma Kozume

Kenma wasn’t fond of kids, he didn’t disliked them, he just preferred hanging out with adults who were less hyper, proceeds to hangout with Bokuto, Hinata and Kuroo

but he was a gamer and it is inevitable that some of his fans were kids, he didn’t mind it though he is thankful to each and everyone of his fans

being the twenty-eight year old youtuber/CEO that he is, he barely have time to go out and it happened very rarely, and today happened to be one of those rare occasions as he got out to get some ice cream in a very hot summer day

but he was in a for surprise, at an empty alley, he heard a ruckus

“give it back! please give it back!” 

it was never in Kenma’s personality to pry, but something was pushing him to go check out what was going on

he went inside to the dark alley and saw four boys, about eight years old, one was in the middle, his clothes all crumpled and dirty, his bag empty, his things sprawled out, scattered in front of him

“you want this thing? it’s not even the latest model, you think kodzu-” 

Kenma cleared his throat, already able to register what was happening

“ken” the bully continued

“you know kids, I don’t really like bullies” Kenma starts as he walks towards the little boy, picking up his scattered things one by one and putting it in his bag

“leave, before I report you to your school” Kenma says stoically which made one of the boys drop the game console in his hand as the three of them scramble to get out of the dark alley

the little boy picked up the game console and tried to open it, but to no avail, it was broken

Kenma went closer as he handed him his bag 

“are you okay?” he asked as he crouch down to the boy’s level, it was obvious that he was not okay, his face had little scratches and his clothes were all dirty and slightly damped 

but the little boy meekly nodded and looked down on his game console, which Kenma noticed 

“I can get you a new one” he says in attempt to cheer up the little boy, he didn’t know what was pushing him to do so, but his heart broke at the sight of him broke his heart 

“mister Kodzuken, can you please get this fixed for me instead?” for the first time, the boy looked at him with sad eyes

how could he say no to that face? he took the game console and looked at the boy

“is there a reason why you want me to fix it?” he asks

“my mom worked hard to get me that on my birthday, she didn’t buy her favorite coffee, her favorite bread, she patched up her shoes instead of buying a new one, she even lied to me that she wasn’t hungry when we ate out, I don’t wanna make her sad” the boy sadly said and wore his bag

Kenma was in awe, no wonder this boy was so polite and respectful

“alright, how but I’ll call your mother now, she is needed in this situation” Kenma says as he takes out his phone

the boy slowly dictates his mom’s phone number, and when he was done, Kenma was speechless, the number was already registered as his secretary’s number

Kenma shakily presses the call button

“sir?” your voice from the other line, never seize to make his heart skip a beat

“Y/n do you happen to have a son?” his voice was still calm

“yes, how did you know sir? i have a son he’s name is Eiji, he’s eight” you happily told him

“well, I kinda caught some kids bullying him, I think that you’re needed here” he says calmly 

“oh no, my baby, i’ll be there ASAP sir, please do send the location”

“I’ll send the location to my driver, he’ll pick you up” Kenma says and hangs up as he send a quick messege and the location to his driver

Kenma was supposed to ask you out tomorrow, that was the reason why he didn’t go to the office today, he was going to surprise you at his place because he didn’t want you, the girl he liked to the horrible people of the internet

you were too pure, too kind, you always made sure to get him something to eat despite his resistance, made sure that he doesn’t overwork himself and even going to the extent where you do some of his workloads, of course he trusted you enough to do so and you’ve been working with him for four years now

but you had a child? did you have a husband? but you’re resume said that you were single? is it a boyfriend?

“you know mister Kodzuken, mama always talks about you when I ask her about her day, I think she’s got a little crush on you” Eiji smiled softly at him

which almost made the former setter melt into a puddle, the boy was adorable, and even if his original plan was to just date you, he was more than happy to have Eiji, having a mini you around made it all even better, he wasn’t fond of kids but the little boy infront of him was an exception

“I think, I can make that happen” he smiles softly

the day after you appeared looking distressed, talked to your son’s bullies and their parents at the school’s principal office with Kenma and Eiji seating beside you, you were now inside your boss’ house, he was asking you to be his girlfriend, your son happily jumping up and down beside him

how could you say no, when four years ago, you were only dreaming of this moment? 

[fenth-eiria]

Pip and B were strolling through the forest and on their way to the rebuild when they heard rustling from behind them and the next thing they know there are 5 teens with their staffs pointing at the couples faces.

“We got you now old men!” One of them said, while Pip was about to massacre all of them, B had to hold him back and whisper in his ear.

“Hon. I have a better idea. Let us just defeat them and destroy their pride and egos. Does that sound alright with you?” He said quietly, so the teens couldn’t hear him. Once Pip agreed with his husband’s idea, he realized how inexperienced they were and they picked the wrong people to fight. Once giving his husband and knowing glance they both summoned their pailsmen, and defeated the teens. B swung his pailsman around and skillfully hit a few of the teens in the gut with both magic and his staff flawlessly, while Pip attached glyphs to the others with some struggle. Once all of the ringleader’s goons were defeated. The head of the gang caught Pip off guard and sent Pip flying, but before the teen could get B, he was already behind him and with great technique knocked the kid to the ground, after the fight B rushed to his husband and helped him up. Pip looked at him impressed and with respect.

“That was amazing, who taught you how to fight like that?” He asked, his husband responding with laughter.

“Quincy, and T. Now let us hurry and get to the rebuild before they wake up.” He replied, referring to the gang. Pip nodded and raced with his partner to the end of the forest before facing B and kissing him passionately on the lips. B returned the affection until they let go of each other and faced the slight clearing. They each took a deep breath before stepping out and continuing the day like nothing happened.

Later, Hunter and Vee were holding hands and Pip decided he wanted to be the cool uncle and brag to B.

“You see that? I brought them together, and they even thanked me!” He exclaimed, while his nephew growled under his breath.

 B just sighed and said, “Let us just get this going, and no need to instigate a fight, Hon.” He grabbed his husband’s arm and dragged him while Pip protested.

“But! I did! Don’t you believe me?!” He whined, which made B wheeze a bit.

“This is why I love you.” He said before lifting him off the ground, planting a wet kiss on his cheek.Pip started making a funny scene out of it.

“Eww.” He said as he wiped the saliva off his cheek, His eyes went wide when he saw B smiling at him lovingly still. “What?” B just chuckled before replying.

“I love your quirks.” He admitted, which caused  Pip to almost lose it. Phil never loved him as much as B does, and heck Pip knew that his husband would take a bullet for him. 

“B? C…c..oul…d we you know? Later?” He asked, before adding. “I’ve never had Ice scream before.” B snickered as he found this to be adorable.

“Yes, we can, after we review the plans, and come up with a way for it to get done quicker.” He replied with a smile, before picking up the blueprints, looking them over. Pip plopped down on the floor with his arms crossed and puckered his lips. B, without looking up from the blueprints, said. “Pip. If you pout, it’s only going to slow the time it will take for us to go get ice scream.” He pointed out as crowds were looking at B then Pip then B again. One of them said,

“How many Phils and Pips are there?”  They all looked shocked at the 7 Ft man that towered over almost everyone on the Boiling Isles. B just rolled his eyes before replying.

“I’m not Pip or Phil. My name is King B, and I’m from an alternate universe. Pip is my husband.” He explained the best he could, as everyone turned to Pip, who was still sitting on the floor awkwardly. The old man blushed from embarrassment before asking.

“What? Why are you all staring at me like that?” He asked in pure confusion, before B had enough and raised his voice.

“Alright, Let’s get moving!” He exclaimed, which made everyone quickly go back to what they were doing, Pip stared in shock at his husband.

“Uuummm..” Was all that came out of his mouth, before B crouched down to his level and smooched him with a smile.

“You got to know how to get them to work without looking or being like a tyrant.” He explained, which made Pip chuckle.

“What are we going to do with you?” He teased with giggles still fresh in his throat.

Soo I added more XD

@the-epileptic-toh-blog I'm am so sorry, but I needed some fluff today XD And I included your Hunter and Vee ship because it is cute in your au.

[namelessayakashi]

Merlin/Arthur Fic Rec List

This is going to be a long post, so the recs start blow the cut!

I wanted to make a fic rec list!! So, here I am. Should be doing my uni homework that's due tonight but I am a terrible procrastinator.

I will probably make another one later on when I have more time that is more organized, but this one is in no particular order.

Last Updated 23 Sept. 2021

Also, quickly, a big thank you to @kickassfu for the making gif above for this post, ilysm Maf!!

Onto the fics!

Unsaid Love by AeonTheDimensionalGirl

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Return Fic; Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 4,022

Quick Summary: Songfic for the song Unsaid Emily from Julie & the Phantoms. Follows Merlin through the years as every century on Arthur's birthday more and more of a song is revealed to him when he goes to sleep. [Regency setting fic]

-- I am still not over this fic of @aeonthedimensionalgirl's, this fic is literally incredible. It is so good. I recommend reading it with Unsaid Emily playing on repeat in the background.

The Wisdom Of The Ages by tehfanglyfish

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Fluff; Getting Together

Wordcount: 4,200

Quick Summary: "Saving Arthur while disguised as Dragoon the Great was all well and good until the king decided the old sorcerer deserved a reward. On the run from Arthur, Merlin finds sanctuary in an elderly women's social club. What was supposed to be a one-time visit becomes a regular part of Merlin's week, as he returns each Friday to discuss recipes, commiserate about aches and pains, and lament the state of his love life." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Such a good fic, honestly, like. Merlin befriends Camelot's elderly ladies. Need I say more? It's great.

Forgetful Days by OnceFutureEmrys

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Fluff; Modern AU

Wordcount: 620

Quick Summary: "Arthur is very forgetful. Luckily, Merlin is there to help." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Seriously, @oncefutureemrys this fic is so cute and it's just great, def recommend it

Home in Your Arms by OnceFutureEmrys

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Pining; Fluff; Modern AU

Wordcount: 1,574

Quick Summary: "Arthur is missing Merlin when when he hears someone knocking on the door..." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Yes, another one from OFE, because I love her and her fics. This fic is so sweet, it is a modern University AU!

Ink On A Page by Hisa_Ai

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Pining; Fluff

Wordcount: 2,170

Quick Summary: Merlin writes his feelings on parchment, because if they are on paper, they are just words on a page, and not really his and didn't hold any meaning. One day Arthur notices him writing on one of these pieces of parchment.

-- Literally so beautiful. I loved this fic so much, and I recommend it so much. It is a canon era confessions fic, and it's just so good.

Fool Me Once by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Type: Humor; Magic Revealed; Dark Humor

Wordcount: 18, 728

Quick Summary: "Uther finds out about Merlin’s magic, but can’t seem to kill him. Merlin is just trying to protect Arthur. They become a begrudgingly effective duo. Arthur doesn't understand why they think he isn't noticing this." - Summary directly from AO3

-- I mean, can I just recommend this entire series? Seriously, the series this fic is in is just--excellent. I love this fic. It has Immortal Merlin and Uther Knowing about his magic. Seriously, though, just this series is amazing ahah Exceptionally Exceptional, Calling the Middleman, Returning the Favor, In Which Arthur Lets a Sorcerer Live and Regrets It, just to name a few, are incredible and I definitely recommend reading them.

for my beating heart is far too small for the entirety of my love for you by kickassfu

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Fluff; Established Relationship

Wordcount: 1,566

Quick Summary: Arthur is trying to learn a little magic to surprise Merlin at his coronation after their wedding.

-- So, I actually gave @kickassfu the prompt for this one. And oh my gods. How they did it? So soft, sweet. It is so good, and I 100% recommend you check it out!

That’s my Man by AeonTheDimensionalGirl

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Magic Revealed; Arranged Marriage; Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 2,287

Quick Summary: "By ancient, prophesied law, Arthur Pendragon must wed Emrys.

Problem is no one knows who they are." - Summary directly from AO3

-- I told you Aeon would be on here again! Love this fic so much. Love magic reveals, love arranged marriages. Seriously, this is great.

the house is flooded (as is his heart) by powered_by_notes

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Domestic Fluff; Return Fic

Wordcount: 2,281

Quick Summary: Arthur leaves to do some work in town, and Merlin runs into a bit of trouble with the cottage and their chickens while he's gone.

-- They have chickens. Enough said. No but really, this is so good, they live in a cottage and they have chickens and I definitely recommend this fic.

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly

Rating: Teens & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Magic Reveal, Emrys Reveal

Wordcount: 15,241

Quick Summary: Arthur has repealed the ban on magic, but Merlin still hasn't come clean about his identity. The issue comes in where, Arthur wants Emrys to be his Court Sorcerer

-- literally. cackled. this is so great, i loved this one. i read it in the morning and do not regret it one bit. some of the dialogue just killed me. it's a great fic, and you should definitely read it.

Arthur Pendragon's Business Judgment Rule by oddishly

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Woke Up Married

Wordcount: 27,459

Quick Summary: "Arthur and Merlin wake up married. Camelot is in the middle of treaty negotiations with a visiting king. It's okay, Arthur has a plan." - Summary directly from AO3

Lord Drake's Bequest by Pennyplainknits

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Modern Era, Fake Relationship

Wordcount: 9,966

Quick Summary: " "To my great-nephew Arthur I bequeath Tintagel Distribution, wholly and without reserve, save for one condition. You must marry, and stay married, for a period of no less than six months. You're a wonderful businessman Arthur, but a full life needs love and companionship, not just a string of affairs. Settle down young Arthur, and your life will be the richer for it." " - Summary directly from AO3

of all things magic, a cerulean haze by powered_by_notes

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Magic Reveal

Wc: 7,092

Summary: "When Arthur goes missing, Merlin goes off on his own searching for him. He knows to look for things that the others simply do not and has things at his disposal that the others, again, simply do not.

. . .Magical things, of course.

In all his power, worry, anger, and relentless searching, he has no idea the missing king is being shown all the things that Merlin is doing with that power.

. . .Magical things, of course." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Loved this sm. Gods, I was supposed to read this ages ago, but only FINALLY just found the time to last night and it was so great. Arthur is kidnapped while out doing smth for Merlin and it's just really good.

On the Run by Sorceressofdragons

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Modern AU

Wordcount: 18,155

Summary: After an unsuccessful attempt on their lives, new neighbours Arthur and Merlin decide to take off into the woods. Their destination is Morgana’s country estate, but these two city boys don’t know anything about survival—so if the foxes don’t get them, the lack of Monster Munch might. Featuring sex mishaps, weird food, walking in circles, and some obligatory cuddling. Oh, and Merlin is hung. - Summary directly from AO3

-- fucking KILLED me. This was just -- it was great. Literally, from the start I SWORE i knew the who and why only to discover I was totally off with the *why* and it was fantastic.

Hear Your Heart Sing (Love, Love, Love) by schweet_heart

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Soulmate Au, Modern Au

Wordcount: 15,834

Summary: Merlin used to like the idea of finding The One – until he fell in love with Arthur Pendragon. Now he has a boss he can't date (but can't stop thinking about), a soulmate he can't find (who has terrible taste in music), and a best friend who can't believe he still hasn't got his act together (even though it's seriously not his fault).Sometimes, life is unfairly complicated, even without your soulmate singing painfully catchy tunes in the back of your head. - Summary directly from AO3

-- This one was just great. The soulmates, the songs, the misunderstandings--it was great. I loved this one.

Note to Idiot by tinylilremus

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Harry Potter AU, Modern AU

Wordcount: 9,762

Summary: Arthur and Merlin are members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad who work different shifts and share the same office. Arthur, who works the day shift, can't stand the rain. Merlin, who works the night shift, can't concentrate without it.

When they both get tired of changing the weather in the magical window in their underground office, is there a more British way to settle their differences than with a few passive-aggressive memos? - Summary directly from AO3

-- HP AU! A Ministry AU at that! I literally. I loved this so much. Merlin & Arthur are both in the AMRS, different shifts, and it's just hnsdsjdkh it's so good. Really, it's great. And we get to see them on the job a bit!!! Which is fun. This one is def a great one to read, esp if you like HP AUs

as stated previously, this list is being frequently updated with more fics!!!