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cutegirlmayra · 2 years

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Thanks for clarifying my last doubt because I can wait for a couple of requests but i was dying for at least requesting these here comes the first. A Sonic Prompt classic x boom the classic gang gets through an anomaly to bygone island hijinx and chaos will ensue... in more than one way pairings: Sonamy with some chips of Tailsooey with an healthy sprinkle of jealousy from the Boom Adorable Dorks on the top

Thanks for the prompt! I don't believe I've done Classic Sonic cast with Boom Sonic Cast before! Here's to some imaginative thinking!

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Prompt:

Due to the powers of the Phantom Ruby, Classic Sonic and his friends were once again plunged into a chaotic, dimensional rift that sent them to a new era and world.

Landing on a dusty island, Classic Sonic looked around him, wondering where his friends were.

Finding Boom!Sonic, he had to at first dodge his attacks as Boom!Sonic thought he was some kind of sick joke by Dr. Eggman, but soon realized after finding Classic Tails, that this was another him from another world.

"Oh, whoops! Sorry about that, little buddy... umm... Yeah." he rubbed the back of his head, apologetic, but not by much.

Classic Sonic just looked at him with a light glare of annoyance, tapping his foot as though Boom!Sonic put him through a lot of trouble.

"Let's try and find his other friends, Sonic!" Boom!Tails stated, then looked between the two, "Uhh... I mean... Sonic 1 and Sonic 2!" he crossed his arms and pointed to both Sonics.

"Hey! That makes me Sonic 2!" Boom!Sonic stepped forward but Boom!Tails just patted down his protesting, playful fist and flew up high into the air, "I'll get the villagers to help us look for them!"

Classic Tails nodded, turning to Classic Sonic who just threw him a thumbs up, and Classic Sonic took off to try and explore the island.

"Woah, there! Hey! Heh... doesn't slow down and even ask for directions..? Not scared of getting lost or the dangers of a completely new playing field..?" Boom!Sonic held out a hand before putting them both to his hips and looking as though he was complaining about Classic Sonic's behavior... before then spreading his arms out wide with a big grin on his face, "This guy is me!" he was now, suddenly, convinced and went off at high speeds after him. "Wait for me, little dude!" he called out, "Haha! I'm just messin' with ya... I'll race right by ya!" he grew competitive as the two Sonics soon were engaged in some hilarious, no-excuses and no real finish lines around the island. While Classic Tails searched, he ran into Zooey, so stunned by her prettiness that he went completely like a deer in the headlights.

"Zooey!" Boom!Tails flew down, landing by Classic Tails.

"Oh, Tails." she smiled and waved sweetly, "Is this..?" She pointed to Classic Tails who gulped... mightly....

Boom!Tails laughed awkwardly, scratching a finger to the side of his face as he looked between Zooey and his littler self from another world. He bent down and patted Classic Tails's head, "He's my... uhh... Cousin! Yeah! A cousin! Isn't he... uhh... cute?" he picked up little him and held him up, but for Classic Tails, it was too close to her face.

He covered his head, then threw his twin tails up over his head as an extra level of 'safety from the pretty face'.

"Oh!" she looked at the two soft tails.

"Uhh... Haha! Family gene!" Boom!Tails waved his own twin tails, "Heheh... uhhh... We're looking for my friend's... uhh... cousins, too!" he explained.

Zooey was on board, and soon after, Boom!Tails realized that Zooey thought his 'big older cousin with little kid' skills were quite 'admirably attractive.' To where Boom!Tails practically forgot all about Classic Tails's friends and finding them, but instead, tried to impress Zooey with how 'good he was with little kids.'

Classic Tails got fed up being treated like a child, and flew up to run away, going after his friends--even if it meant by himself!"

"No, no, wait, wait! Come on!" Boom!Tails grabbed his feet, trying to pull him back down, "Okay, okay! I know I'm being selfish, but this is the most she's noticed and praised me the entire time I've known her!"

Classic Tails glared back over his shoulder at him.

"... Okay, since this weekend, but plllleeeassseee!" He tugged to pull Classic Tails back, "I... nneeedd.... youuuuuu-wahh!" he took off into the sky as Classic Tails propelled them into the air.

Getting a high vantage point, Classic Tails spotted Classic Amy up a tree, being with Boom!Amy, trying to fight off some robotic Eggbots that were circling the tree like alligators to a dangling piece of meat.

Later, Zooey was captured by Eggman, and much like the Sonic Classic games, Boom!Tails and Classic Tails were able to save her like Sonic would Amy and take down Egghead.

She gave a kiss to Boom!Tails's cheek, and hearing Classic Tails fly off, licking his glove and slicking his three hair strands back to look 'fine' he held out his cheek for her too, fluffing up and tugging out his cheek hair as though showing he was prepping for it.

She giggled, and gave him a light kiss on the cheek too as Classic Tails spun slowly down to the ground with animated hearts around him.

"Hehe, you and your Cousin are funny... oh!" she noticed that Boom!Tails had also fallen to the ground, animated hearts around him as well.

"O-oh really? I hadn't noticed..." he shook out his head and then gave his littler, alternative dimension self a high five.

Classic Amy pointed in the direction she and Boom!Amy had found Knuckles and Classic Knuckles, but heading up the volcano, they found Classic Sonic and Boom!Sonic still in a race.

Their reckless behavior, and Eggman--thinking he's seeing double and trying to destroy both of them before they 'keep multiplying' and "Giving me a headache!"--fired back at them which set off the volcano.

Boom!Knuckles and Classic Knuckles were sparring, when they suddenly had to climb fast to avoid the rising lava.

Boom!Amy and Classic Amy worked together to save them, but found each other 'basically switching places' with the Echidnas from two different worlds.

"Oh great!" Boom!Amy caught Classic Amy in her arms, hugging her close as the lava increased around them. "I don't want to be reduced to a Damsel in Distress trope, ahhh..!" she cried out as Boom!Sonic and Classic Sonic, finally putting their race on a temporary pause--"Haha! You're quitting?! What... Amy? Ah... alright, but this is just part of the challenge! First ones to save their Amys gets a headstart!" Boom!Sonic lifted a leg up in synchronization with Classic Sonic, "Not that I'll need one~" Boom!Sonic winked to the camera and dove down, using his enerbeam, which surprised Classic Sonic, to combine his beam with Amy's, and helping pulling both girls out as Classic Sonic helped them race up the side wall of the Volcano and took out falling rocks on the way up.

The Sonic's were finally told that the finish line was the portal back home, Boom!Tails and Classic Tails having figured out how to channel back the Phantom Ruby, as it was officially declared a tie by Boom!Amy.

"What!? That's not fair, you blinked, admit it!" Boom!Sonic stomped up to her, pointing a finger as she just lowered her eyes, confidently.

"Couldn't have, I have a bias for staring very intently at you~" she flicked his nose and then looked down to Classic Amy as Boom!Sonic stopped the 'warbling doorknob' affect that happened to his nose, clamping it down. "And that's how it's done." she let her younger, alternative dimension self slap her hand and then wink, adjusting her skirt and strolling into the portal as though off to catch her a man!

Classic Tails spun around Zooey, taking her hands and bowing to her, about to leave when he flew back and kissed her cheek, covering his blushing face before kicking himself into the portal as he flew.

Zooey giggled, "He reminds me so much of you~" she cooed and flicked the top strand of hair on his head, making Boom!Tails cover his head with his arms and blush madly, chuckling awkwardly in his flustered state as well, mimicking Classic Tails's bashfulness to a 'T'.

A Tails, 'T'.

The two Knuckles slammed their mittened hands into each other's. "You were a worthy mirror-me." Boom!Knuckles stated, "I'm so glad I got to see myself through my own figment of imaginated self-reflection. Truly... I am my ultimate teacher." he bowed respectfully to the methaphor he felt he conjured while mediating to find self-appreciation, fulfilment, and understanding of his self.

Classic Knuckles... just threw a thumb back to this guy and looked t the others, adjusting his cowboy hat as though saying, 'Is this guy okay?' and then jumping back into the portal, done with that mayhem and chaos...

Boom!Sonic walked back with Boom!Amy, hands over his head as he stretched, "You... don't think we'll see them again... do you?"

Boom!Amy giggled, "What? Little baby forms of you and me?" she teased, as he flinched, turning around and glaring at her with a slowly raising eyebrow.

"Whaaaat are you implying?"

She laughed and waved it off, "I meant through pictures, Sonic!" she then looked away, hands behind her back, "Well... I do now." she stuck her tongue out to the camera.

(Got more into my idea of the ZooeyxTails stuff, but I think this is cute and I tried to keep it mostly in character XD Sticks isn't in 'Rise of Lyric' game with bygone island, at least, that was the reference I used, since the t.v show mostly calls it 'hedgehog village' or something like that? Anyway, and no jealousy here besides Boom!Tails using Classic Tails to get more attention from Zooey, haha XD I hope it was still fun for you all!)

#cutegirlmayra #tailsooey #sonamy #boom!sonamy #sonic boom prompt #tailsxzooey prompt #tailsxzooey #classic x boom #classic meets boom #boom meets classic

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makiiato · 2 years

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Top 5 Voltage being dumb as a brick moments? (I love her btw, she seems very fun ^^)

@skullchicken Hi I'm a dumbass and completely forgot about this ask while it sat in my inbox untouched for, like, multiple months.

ANYWAY. Everyone should love Voltage, she's very fun. Stories under the cut!

A majority of her backstory is essentially "you fucking dumbass." Voltage is from Miami, which was Caribbean League territory until it was taken over by the CAS in a war that's never actually described or explained. (To everyone reading this who doesn't know Shadowrun geopolitical lore, I'm sorry. I can try to give you a condensed explanation in PMs if you'd like.) I ran a campaign in Miami in the past and basically had to construct the setting from the ground up because there's nearly nothing about it in official sourcebooks, and was salty about the lazy writing decision, so I decided to make Voltage a character who was very directly affected by the aftermath of a war that basically got covered up. I digress. Here's the actual relevant part: It's Miami, so a ton of rich assholes from the CAS are obviously going to want to snatch up some beautiful beachfront property without regard to who lived there first. Among them is a shitty metaracist politician who's rolling in corporate money and doesn't hold back when it comes to his opinions on elves, so Voltage, like any reasonable thrill-seeking go-ganger, decides: "Fuck it, I'm gonna blow up this guy's fancy beach house with him in it." And she does: but he's out on the campaign trail, and not at home. To further complicate things, there are security cameras everywhere in ultra-rich neighborhoods like this one, and they get a very clear view of her while she gloats about pulling the deed off. Luckily, her bike is fast enough for her to evade the cops, and her lieutenant in the Ancients cares enough about her to quickly get her onto a smuggler's truck bound for Seattle. But they know her face and identity in the CAS, and there's a warrant out for her arrest for arson and terrorism that comes with a hefty ¥200k bounty. Whoops. (The others are a little shorter from here, but I had to tell that one first to set the tone.)

She fought a kraken with a flamethrower, just for fun. Her squad was on a smuggling mission from Seattle to San Francisco, and part of their trip was spent on an Aztechnology cruise ship (passage secured by a teammate's contact, don't worry about it). The GM did not plan for us to be on the ship, and in an attempt to hastily figure out how to get us off of said ship, they decided to have it be attacked by a kraken. Now, that's reasonable, but I'm honestly a little surprised that the GM didn't plan for Voltage being Voltage. She runs to get her flamethrower, which she's taken with her on this trip for some reason, and starts blasting the absolute hell out of it until a mage on board the ship manages to summon enough guardian spirits to chase it off.

Accidentally flung her best friend out of a flying car. In her defense, she was able to pilot it shockingly well considering her entire flight experience at the time consisted of casually playing a few flight sims, and the seat belts didn't work. Again, in a classic case of Voltage being Voltage, she gets overambitious and decides to do a fuckin' barrel roll with it, sending Zero (played by @nightingales-thighs ) flying out of the car. Fortunately, Zero is a spellslinger and had Levitate ready to go in just such an instance, but since she doesn't return immediately, Voltage is incredibly distraught and fully convinced she's sent her friend plummeting to her death. (It's okay. Zero landed dramatically on the hood of the car a minute later, and Voltage was overjoyed to see that she was alive.) Unfortunately I can only come up with those three at the moment, but if/when I think of others I'll include them in a reblog.

#oc: voltage #shadowrun #asks

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sambvcks · 3 years

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redefined, b.b. x reader

summary: just because those ten words no longer wreak havoc on his mind does not mean they are gone. just redefined.

warnings: mentions of food, blood, gunshot wound

word count: 3.7k....whoops

author’s note: first standalone! i’m also itching to work on a sam story next. the last episode still lives in my mind rent free and this is a reworking of that which diverges from civil war and we get one big happy avenging family that aren’t dead :)

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Longing

An Avenger.

The concept was still so foreign to Bucky, despite dozens of successful missions under his belt and a permanent residence in the tower. Still, every morning he sprung up in bed expecting to still be in some run-down apartment halfway across the world, on the run.

Instead, he would awake on a plush mattress that offered little back support. He would shuck on the first shirt his bleary eyes could see and pad into the hallway, the smell of fresh coffee overtaking his superhuman sense of smell. You would be perched at the kitchen counter, pouring over mission files stained with coffee rings that Tony would later complain about.

Steve and Sam would have already come through on their way to their morning run, the coffee pot running dangerously low. You’d already placed his favorite mug nearby, two packets of sugar emptied into the bottom. A routine.

Bucky didn’t think he’d ever have a routine again.

His hand would press against your shoulder in a familiar greeting as he passed, you’d grin up at him with sleepy eyes and a lazy smile before returning to your work. Your cereal sat forgotten beside you, the overly sweetened kid’s choice growing soggy.

It was a silent and comfortable interaction. Neither worked to fill the quiet or felt the need to. Even with Steve, there was always talking and planning and ‘what about this’. With you, it was so natural to just exist how he was in that moment. No excuses, no whispered apologies.

He pushed his back against the sink as he sipped at his coffee, eyes immediately settling on your distracted figure. Your pajamas were wrinkled, mouth formed into a perfect concentrated from as you hunched uncomfortably, hand scribbling furiously. He swallowed and decided you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, especially with your coffee breath and fingernails chewed to nubs.

He wanted so desperately to move across the kitchen and press himself perfectly against you, to push aside your paperwork and demand your sole attention. His hand clenched into a fist as he longed to feel your soft, round cheeks in his hands, how warm you would feel against the cool metal of his left and how you’d nuzzle closer still.

He hadn’t heard the dragging footsteps of Steve and Sam returning from their run and didn’t even notice them until they were settled at the doorway, watching him watch you.

“Morning.” Steve grinned, all knowing. Bucky cleared his throat and refocused on his mug.

“Morning.” Bucky replied with a look that said ‘don’t say anything’.

Rusted

Bucky learned that if you weren’t cooped up in your room or camped out on the kitchen island, you were tucked away in Tony’s garage. On slow days where it seemed everyone was off in their own little world, Bucky would know to find you under the hood of one of Tony’s vintage cars, each kept in pristine condition, but you claimed that ‘there’s always something to work on’.

Bucky was never a car guy. His family was too poor to even think of ever owning his own car. He didn’t even have his own license and technically couldn’t legally ride his bike either. He found out quickly that being an Avenger meant the term legal could be bent a bit. So, he wasn’t a car guy. But the sight of you with streaks of grease across your face and your raggedy workshop clothes would have him buying one just to see you work on it.

You were notoriously protective of your little hideaway, the music loud and the sound of metal ringing as you fixed and fiddled with every little thing. Steve nearly got a wrench to the face when he tried to distract you from Tony’s antique Chevy.

Bucky was different, though. He was always different.

He would sit himself on a tall stool positioned next to one of Tony’s many rolling tool chests. You’d call out a tool and he’d rifle through the collection until he found what he thought was the right one and only slightly tease him when he’d emerge with the wrong one. Typically, you’d spend these afternoons in silence, the thumping of the heavy base of whatever crazy metal album you picked the only soundtrack to your work.

Sometimes, though, you’d play gentle rock music. Bucky would ask questions on what you were doing, how you learned to do all of this, why you did it when Tony worked on these cars enough for the both of you.

You’d fish your rag from your pocket, concentrating on scrubbing the grease from under your fingernails as you answered.

“I like using my hands. I like fixing things. For every car that Tony has in this garage, there are hundreds just like it sitting in junkyards gathering cobwebs and rust.” You looked up at him from under eyelashes and Bucky knew you were speaking about much more than just hunks of metal. “They’re worthy of love and care.”

You were talking about him, too.

Seventeen

Bucky didn’t think this superhero business would have so many parties. There seemed to be a celebration for everything. Galas, fundraisers, full on parades whenever Tony happened to wake up in a good mood.

At least this one is a holiday, he thought to himself as he nursed his third beer of the hour. Not that it did anything other than keep his hands occupied.

The year was coming to a close, and the top floor of the Avengers Tower was decked in golden confetti and banners to ensure no one forgot. The music was obnoxiously loud, and the lyrics made little sense, but everyone seemed to be having a good time mingling and even venturing to the dance floor.

No matter how many times Sam tried to drag him in with an invisible rope, Bucky was not going to dance. Well. Maybe he would if you asked.

The party had been in full swing for hours now, with only ten minutes until the ball a few blocks up finally dropped and he could sneak away to his room without a teasing ‘bedtime already, old timer?’ from Nat.

Still, the party raged on and he eyed the glass door to the balcony. He downed the last of his beer, brushing past enthusiastic partygoers with his shoulders hunched forward in some attempt to minimize the space he took up in the room that only seemed to be getting smaller. He caught Steve’s eye on the way out and plastered on a smile in response to his disappointed look.

He let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding as soon as the glass door slid closed behind him. His eyes closed as he leaned back against it, the chill of the December New York air blew his hair in every direction.

“Fancy meeting you here.” You were sat in the far corner, so well hidden he hadn’t even noticed you, though he had been on the lookout for you all night. “Tired of the festivities?”

“And Tony’s music.” He grumbled as he fell into the seat beside you.

“Been waiting for you for the past thirty minutes. Honestly, you made it a lot longer than I could’ve in there.”

You were waiting for him. You wanted him to be there, with you, tucked away from everyone else’s prying eyes. He wanted that, too. Sometimes he wanted it so much it scared him.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, doll. It’s not polite for a gentleman to make a girl wait.”

“Hmm, I think I’ll find it in myself to forgive you.” Your shoulder pressed against his, eyes focused on the smattering of buildings surrounding you. Identical parties were happening in each of them, you were sure. “Can you believe another year is gone?”

“I can’t believe I’m about to make it to 2017 and my back hasn’t given out yet.”

You laughed, loud and unabashedly in a way only Bucky could make you laugh. Head thrown back and eyes glittering from the city lights, Bucky wanted to spend every new year you would allow him to by your side, trying his best to make you laugh again.

“Well,” You stood to peer over the glass railing, Bucky close behind you. You could hear the drunken cries inside as the countdown begun. “I’m glad you did.”

“Me too.” Bucky offered his hand to you. You took it easily.

5, 4, 3…

He wanted nothing more than to pull you close, to finally press a kiss on the lips that had thrown teasing remarks at him during missions. To once and for all end this little dance you both loved so much. But you looked so perfect.

Bucky wasn’t ready to ruin that perfection with everything wrong with him quite yet.

“Happy 2017, Bucky.” You whispered as the fireworks started, but Bucky couldn’t pull his eyes from you.

“Happy 2017, doll.”

Daybreak

The mission had been long and grueling. The week-long stakeout turned into two and quickly turned into a month away. You can’t remember the last time you’d had a good night of sleep that wasn’t interrupted with Bucky’s hand on your shoulder, telling you it was your turn to keep watch.

It wasn’t a horrible mission, more of an exercise in patience and restraint than anything. Bucky’s stories kept you entertained enough, and he was a good partner. Which is why you were paired together more often than not.

Still, it was nice to finally collapse into your familiar bed, not even bothering to kick of shoes or take a much-needed shower. Your sleeping schedule was all out of whack and you tossed and turned, despite the exhaustion seeping through your bones.

After fifteen minutes, you finally huffed a sigh of defeat and stumbled back to your feet. You showered, which was a few good days overdue, and dressed in your largest, most comfortable pajamas.

You weren’t surprised to see Bucky up as well, sitting at the dining table with a mug of fresh coffee.

“Couldn’t sleep?” His foot kicked out the seat beside him as an invitation.

“Sleeps overrated, anyways.” You shrugged, slumping into the seat and pressing your face into the cool glass of the table.

“Sleep is good for you.” He insisted, reaching forward to brush aside the hair that had curtained over your face. “You deserve a good night’s rest.”

“So do you, Buck.”

He stayed silent for a while, just sipping at his coffee and stealing glances at you, face trained out the floor to ceiling windows. He really didn’t know what he deserved, anymore. Sure, he had made some semblance of peace with what the Winter Soldier had done with his body. He was better, that was certain.

Worthy of you and all your unwavering sweetness? He wasn’t so sure.

You idly chatted about nothing for hours, filling comfortable silence with talks of the mission and the food poisoning he had given you when he tried to make dinner two weeks in. You sat side by side until day broke the next morning, eyes squinting at the sun peeking over skyscrapers and finally finding the need to fall shut in rest.

“I guess I should say ‘good morning’ instead of ‘good night’.” You were the first to stand, shuffling towards the hallway that led to your bedroom.

“Good morning.” He answered as you padded away, deciding he would be just fine losing sleep every night if it meant he could watch the sunrise by your side.

Furnace

“Doesn’t Tony make enough money to keep this place at least habitable?” You grumbled as you fell into the couch beside Bucky.

“I’m fine.”

Bucky sat in his patent jeans and t-shirt, unphased by the temperature that practically had your teeth chattering. You were bundled in multiple layers, including one of the many sweatshirts he’d wear jogging on cold mornings and blankets you had stolen off his bed. Your glare from under your cocoon of warmth rivaled even his.

“I’m not a muscle-y super soldier-”

“You think I’m muscle-y?”

“-that runs so hot you’re basically a personal furnace.”

“Oh, so now I’m hot.”

“I would strangle you to death right now, but I’m about to lose my fingers to hypothermia.” You burrowed further into your smattering of blankets with a violent chill running down your spine. Bucky simply rolled his eyes and marked the spot in the book he had been reading before you stormed in.

“C’mere.”

He balled up a fistful of one of your blankets, tugging you even closer to him. You opened your arms to allow for direct contact, sighing contently as your face pressed into his shoulder and legs tangled with his. You sighed contently as you welcomed his warmth, shimmying as close as you could get.

“Better?”

“The best.”

Nine

“Do you ever think what your life would be like? If you’d gotten to go home?”

Even a year ago, this question would have turned Bucky into a brooding mess. He would have delved into every little moment he had missed, every plan that had been turned upside down when he fell from that train all those years ago. But he was better now, more contemplative. He wouldn’t drown in the idea of what could have been because he knows what it’s like to be on the other side.

“I like to think I would’ve gone to college.”

“Really?”

“You calling me dumb, doll?”

“No! You’re the smartest person I know. I’m just picturing you at college. Carrying textbooks and wooing all the dames.” You fell into him at the thought, a fake swoon overtaking your face.

“I’d be too busy studying for dames.”

“Studying what?”

“I always liked math. Maybe engineering or something. Wanted to be a teacher before the draft.” He shrugged like the information was no big deal, but to you it was everything.

“Professor Barnes. Kind of sexy.”

“Oh, shut up.” But his words held no malice. Instead, he was grinning that cheeky grin that pulled his cheeks into perfect rosy apples and his eyes crinkled in joy. “I wanted to have ten kids.”

“Ten?!”

“So we’d be a dozen. My own little army of mini-Buckys to take over the world. Couple sets of twins, maybe. Definitely as many girls as I could manage.”

Of course Bucky would be a girl-dad. Playing dress-up for fake tea parties and scaring off boys when they’d come ‘round for first dates. You could imagine how he’d learn how to take care of their hair and plait intricate braids when they asked. He would make breakfast for the whole bunch, kiss his wife goodbye before escorting them to the bus stop and taking off for a day of teaching classes. Bucky would be an amazing father.

An amazing husband, too.

“I think ten may be pushing it, Barnes.”

Bucky pictured it, too. A little more modern than maybe the image you conjured up. Teaching was replaced with small missions. The gaggle of kids were smaller, and he wouldn’t have to kiss his wife goodbye. You’d be in the car next to him, headed to the tower for your morning briefings together.

“I’ll settle for nine.”

Benign

If you were to ask any New Yorker what they think the Avengers do on Friday afternoons, they would probably say something like ‘kicking ass!’. None would get even close to what your actual routine looked like.

None would imagine The Winter Soldier lounging in a bathrobe, hair knotted into a bun at the top of his head as his fellow world-saving Avenger spread some green goop over his face. Chinese takeout boxes littered the living room coffee table, his feet were bubbling in warm foot spa.

“To keep your youthful complexion!” You had promised him. He didn’t comment on the obvious sound of your phone’s camera clicking.

He knew he must have looked completely ridiculous. But as you sunk into the couch next to him with identical spa treatments covering you, he couldn’t find it in himself to really care.

He never thought in a million years that he would have the chance of boring, completely benign afternoons. He thought he would be sidelined to violent missions for the rest of his life, to being thawed out like a microwave meal every time he was deemed useful. Sure, he felt a bit ridiculous when you reached over to adjust the slices of cucumber placed over his eyelids, but he also felt so relaxed.

As you settled even closer to him, head tilting to rest on his shoulder, he would happily take the teasing remarks from Sam when you showed him the pictures.

Homecoming

Peter wasn’t crazy about the idea of getting ready for his senior year homecoming dance at the tower. But Aunt May was upstate on vacation with Happy and he still didn’t know how to tie a tie.

“Oh, you look so handsome, Peter!” You gushed as your fingers worked on his tie. Bucky stood to the side, holding MJ’s corsage in a delicate plastic container. Peter had been careful to find the perfect color, with a little guidance from you. The white dahlias matched perfectly with Peter’s light green tie.

“Thanks, Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Peter, ever the polite kid.

“Be safe, kid. Have her home at a reasonable time and no wandering hands.” Bucky handed over the corsage with a supportive slap to Peter’s shoulder. He was quick to promise that he would follow all the rules before making a dash to the door, just as you were about to ask for pictures.

“Don’t wait up!” He called as the elevator dinged behind him.

“They grow up so fast.” You sniffled. “I didn’t even go to my homecoming dances.”

“Why not?”

“Nobody ever asked me.” You shrugged, collecting the other ties Peter had picked from and hanging them carefully over your arm. Tony didn’t have to know that Peter was taking one of his priceless Versace neckties to a homecoming dance.

“To be fair, I would’ve been scared shitless to ask you to a dance.” Bucky followed close behind. “And I fought a war.”

“That’s sweet, Buck.” You brushed him off as you retreated into Tony’s closet.

“No, really.” His hand caught your elbow. “I would’ve been the luckiest guy in town if I had you on my arm.”

You fell asleep that night imagining you and Bucky twirling around a dance hall without a care in the world.

One

Steve’s hand was firm against your shoulder, his tactical glove soaked and dripping with your blood. Your eyes were unfocused, head lulling every so often when the fight to keep it steady just seemed too difficult. Sam was at your other side, cracking jokes to try to keep your attention on him and not of the literal bullet lodged in your shoulder.

You were escorted from the jet in a flurry, doctor’s hands replacing Steve’s. You barely winced when you were administered painkillers and the ache begun to subside. Before you could blink, you were lifted onto a gurney in the medical bay and the clink of the bullet that had been dug from your flesh rang through the room as it clattered into a metal dish.

Bucky ran in just as the doctor finished maneuvering a long roll of gaze around your shoulder, scheduling a time for you to return to have it cleaned and reapplied again.

“What happened?” He brushed past the doctor without a second glance, eyes trained on your figure pressed against the sterile hospital bed. “Steve said-”

“It’s nothing. Steve likes to be dramatic.”

“-that you were shot!”

“Oh, well. Yeah, that happened.” You moved to sit up, your arm immediately giving out under the weight. Bucky moved even closer to help you, hand careful on your back like you were made of glass. “But just the one time.”

“As far as I’m concerned, one is too many.” He watched the gauze turn darker against your skin; your eyes screwed shut in pain as your knuckles turned white against the sheets. “And you’re never going on a mission without me again.”

Freight Car

“You’re free.”

He remembers those worlds so clearly, it’s like him and Ayo are still sat next to that crackling fire in Wakanda. He thought that had been it. He would never again worry about those ten phrases that erased Bucky Barnes and allowed a machine to emerge from his memory.

As he stole glances of you from the corner of his eye, shadowed by his unruly hair, he knew those words still very much existed in his mind.

They weren’t a means to an end, anymore. He didn’t have to grit his teeth and clench his fists to fight them off. They were new, now. He saw each of those words in you and realized just how important they are now they they’ve found a new meaning.

His love for you came easy.

One second, he was looking at his friend. She was looking back at him and he felt safe.

Your fingers brushed over his shoulder, where flesh turned to metal, and you looked away as though you hadn’t just made him fall in love with you with a single touch.

It took three years for Bucky to make a move. Another party, another escape plan to the balcony where you were waiting for him, like always. The last time you had found yourselves in that position, he had been too unsure. Too wary of what it would mean and if it was too soon.

Now, he didn’t care. He just wanted you and to be selfish and not think about consequences when he leaned forward and finally pressed his lips to yours.

You pulled back, but not far.

Something clicked.

Your love for him hit you like a freight car. Swooping in from nowhere but really, you should have felt the rattling of the tracks beneath your feet. You should have seen all the signs that you loved him and he loved you back. In stolen glances and easy afternoons, in hard missions and bloodshed. He was there, and he looked at you like that. Like everything his body had done was to finally make it to you in this moment.

He waited, patient. He had waited this long, what was another few seconds as the realization washed over your features?

“Oh.” Was your clever whisper.

“Yeah.” Bucky’s hands cradled your face, “Took you long enough.”

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes/you #bucky barnes/reader #marvel imagine #tfatws imagine #sab writes

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redrose-arrow · 3 years

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hi it's me, Crowley/Halt/Duncan anon back again. anyways it's snowing over here so i figured i'd talk about snow/winter stuff with the AU because hehe >:))))) (note that a good chunk of this. may or may not be projection bhsjds)

Anyways.

- Halt never liked snow much. It was too cold, it always made his joints hurt (especially the hands-- Halt remembers struggling to even write because of how bad his knuckles were acting up one night during a snowstorm), it made travel difficult, and he always ended up getting sick, occasionally for weeks at a time. Even while he and Cody were with Pritchard, he refused to talk about it, because he was used to just being brushed off for complaining and whining about "normal winter things" back in Dun Kilty that he figured Pritchard would do the same thing.

- Cody, meanwhile, loved snow. They used to sit in the library for hours on end during the winter, either staring outside while feeling warm and cozy inside or just calmly reading books with a cup of tea or coffee, usually with one of their older brothers nearby. When they were younger, when the family didn't feel so broken, they adored going on walks outside with their mom-- it was one of the few times she didn't seem so stressed. They'd spend time walking around the grounds, getting into snow fights, and building snow sculptures big and small for an hour or two before heading inside and drinking some hot chocolate. It was the highlight of their year and of the snowy season in general

- The first time winter rolled around when Halt and Cody were in Araluen, Halt's dread was nearly palpable. The two had prepared as much as they could--big fluffy cloaks, warm clothes, lots of options for hot drinks--but no matter what they did, he could feel the stiffness in his joints, the dull ache, the progression of the pain getting worse and worse like always.

- They ended up holing up in a lot of inns for most of the winter. They still did what they normally did--brutally murdering supporters of Morgorath wherever they might be found--but it wasn't anywhere near as frequent. Halt just... physically couldn't manage it, between the pain and the stiffness that winter and just general cold temperatures always caused.

- But at least someone was there this time. At least Halt had support this time.

- (Meanwhile, Cody was pissed that Halt had been struggling with this for years and had never been able to tell anyone or get help or support for it. How many months of suffering and pain could he have been saved from had they noticed, or had he trusted anyone enough to talk about it?)

- The first time it starts snowing after they'd met Crowley and Duncan, Cody talks about Halt's struggles with them so they're aware. Mostly because they're 90% sure Halt won't talk about it himself, but also because Crowley's been talking about sending them both on missions separately-- which would mean Halt wouldn't necessarily have what he needed in order to make it through the winter easily.

- Crowley and Duncan agree on a change of plans. Halt ends up working on logistics with Crowley, avoiding going out unless absolutely necessary-- breaks in order to rest because of flare ups are allowed for, but they happen less frequently because Halt isn't being forced to go outside as much (thank god)

- This change of plans actually ends up helping a lot-- they get a lot of things done, and Halt ends up managing to draw up a list of nobles, generals, and officers who may be working for Morgorath. Cody is able to take that list, check things out, and get folks arrested for treason if they end up finding suspicious items (because, apparently, they're no longer allowed to kill offending persons).

whoops this ended up a lot more Cody- and Halt-centric than i intended bhsdjs anyways i hope you enjoy

I genuinely forgot that I had an inbox - until I sent an ask myself :'). Sorry, anon!!!

anyhow. back to business. Halt and Cody. beloveds.

(also, I absolutely love the snow, and am sad that we probably won't have any this year, and am jealous.)

"when they were younger, when the family didn't feel so broken" is the rawest sentence and will now be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.

LMAO CODY BEING A LITTLE SALTY OVER NO LONGER GETTING TO KILL THE TRAITORS IS PEAK CONTENT

also I love Halt staying inside with Crowley (and probably Duncan, right? right?). makes me wonder what other things they tried to keep him warm and i swear i don't mean it just that way.

also, as far as I'm concerned, Halt despising winter and snow is no longer just part of this AU, it's canon.

thanks again for the amazing story anon, i love hearing them!!!

#it's been so long #i forgot what tag i had for this #ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #john flanagan #ask redrose #ask redrosearrow #halt o'carrick #crowley/halt/duncan anon #projection remains valid lmao

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wishing4nuclearwinter · 2 years

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How about Q, Y, and Z for dealer's choice?

I forgot this was in my inbox, whoops! Answering for Sol and Arcade. Again.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

I would say for Sol that it’s his deception skills honestly. Arcade holds the title of “Worst Liar in the Mojave”, but Sol does a very good job of putting on an act to get Arcade out of whatever suspicion he accidentally places upon himself. Knowing that he has that back up provides some level of comfort for Arcade.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Sol is very much the type who tries to keep himself busy as much as possible, but especially if he’s missing Arcade. He’s a patient person in general and is usually alright to just keep working until they are reunited, often spending his time with Veronica or Boone or another friend to ward off any loneliness. If he is entirely without company from close friends then he’s more likely to get stressed out about being away from Arcade for extended periods of time.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Sol would do pretty much anything and everything for their relationship. In one of his timelines Arcade gets found out by the NCR and Sol leaves everything behind to run away with him. Unwavering loyalty to the people he deeply cares about has been one of his greatest motivators since he was a child. Though it’s worth noting that Arcade is far more important to him than the relationship itself and he will put Arcade’s well-being above it if he has to.

#thank you for the ask! 🙏#wishing4asks

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moldisgoodforyou · 4 years

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break up songs

a fun lil story in which sophie and the gang drive to michigan for a basketball game. no one asked for this lmao oops to the requests i have in my inbox

wordcount: 2k

“Why do you always sing the breakup songs so loud in the car?”

Sophie paused her Spotify, midway through the chorus of All Too Well (and honestly, how dare he), and raised her eyebrows. “Huh?”

The group was on a three-hour road trip to Ann Arbor for the Ohio State vs. Michigan rivalry basketball game. Rafe insisted on driving (though not before unscrewing the Ohio State license frame from the car), so Sophie naturally got the passenger seat. James and Colin had been asleep in the backseat for the last hour, Colin slumped adorably onto James’ shoulder, despite both of them insisting on not taking the middle seat, but they slowly woke at the jarring silence in the car.

“You have that playlist, that one with the little broken heart emoji, and that’s your go-to every single time we go on a longer drive. Why?”

When Sophie glanced over at Rafe, she noticed a small pout on his lips and he tapped his fingers on the wheel, impatiently waiting for her response. A small smile curved up on her own lips and she held back a giggle. “They’re just songs, Rafe.”

“Well, it’s kind of a shitty reminder.” He paused, really trying to drive his point home. “Of when you broke up with me.”

“Oh my god.” She rolled her eyes and James and Colin perked up in the backseat, interested to hear the transpiring argument.

“C’mon, Sophie -”

“I did not break up with you -”

“Did so!” Rafe insisted, reaching over to poke at her side.

She grabbed at his hand, pushing it back to his side of the car. “I did not! You offered a break, and I took it, but we never actually broke up.”

“Ooh, Mom and Dad are fighting.” James stage-whispered to Colin, but still loud enough so everyone in the car could hear.

“Eyes on the road, Cameron.” Colin piped up and Rafe simply flipped him off from the front seat, then poked her side again, grinning when she yelped. “Exactly my point, Soph, you broke up with me for two whole weeks. It sucked.”

“It’s true, I’ve never seen him in worse shape.” James interjected helpfully, laughing when Rafe shot him a pointed glare in the rearview mirror. “That’s not true.”

“Is so. Sophie, friend, have you ever seen the Da Vinci Code?” James grinned.

She turned in the front seat, ignoring Rafe’s annoying wandering hands trying to distract her. “No, this fucker won’t let me watch with him.” Once she noticed a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips she quickly pointed a warning finger at him. “Don’t say it.”

“Wasn’t gonna say a thing, darling.” He raised his eyebrows at her in a challenge.

“I hate when you call me that.” She grumbled, turning her attention back to James. “What were you saying?”

Rafe caught his eye in the rearview mirror again, expression impassive. “Don’t tell her or I’m telling standards you broke the mirror in the front hall.”

James dropped his grin, sinking back into his seat with a sullen frown. “That’s low, Cameron.”

“That’s fine. Colin?”

Colin laughed, knowing Rafe had nothing on him - at least, nothing that would incriminate him against their fraternity’s standards council. “The female lead’s name is Sophie and he watched it four times. James had to take the DVD and break it so he wouldn’t watch it anymore.”

Rafe scowled. “Four times is an exaggeration. I watched it twice. Maybe.”

“He’s lying.” Colin told her, matter-of-fact.

“I’m not. Anyway, my point is, I don’t want to hear that damn song about the driving girl and the blonde girl anymore. Put on a happy song.”

“Driver’s License is a fucking masterpiece and I’m sorry you can’t recognize that.” She shot back.

“Sophie.” He warned, swatting her hand away as she went to turn up the radio.

“Fine.” Sophie scrolled through her playlist, eyes narrowing, then beamed as she settled on a song.

Rafe groaned as the opening guitar riff of Go Your Own Way sounded through the speakers.

_____

The rest of the drive consisted of the four arguing over what actually consisted of a breakup song, James insisting Rafe pull over the second they crossed the Michigan border just so he could pee in ‘enemy territory,’ and Rafe paying way too much for parking at the Kappa Alpha Theta house at Michigan. (It was closest to the arena so they could walk, and fine, Sophie allowed a little bit of flirting on his end just so he could convince the girl to let her rivals park in the lot.)

Despite Rafe’s protests, Sophie wore her jersey proudly as they walked to the arena, leaving her jacket in the car while the three boys kept theirs dutifully zipped. She ignored every little glance she got, while Rafe noticed every single one, holding her hand a little tighter each time. They made it into the arena without incident and found company with a small group of Ohio State fans also donning jerseys or other spiritwear.

As the lights dimmed slightly for the intro video on the jumbotron, Sophie dug into her sports bra and surreptitiously pulled out four small shooters - of tequila, no less. Rafe couldn’t help but beam proudly. “Atta girl.” She laughed and handed them out, then ducked down to take hers quickly. “You’re welcome, boys.”

The four cheered loudly - Sophie, a little too loudly - as the Ohio State players were announced. Soon after, the Michigan players were announced to the tune of their fight song, and Sophie perked up a little at the mention of Brandon Johns. “Oh, hey, I know him.”

“You do? I thought you hated everyone that went here.” James asked, cocking his head.

“Oh, I do.” She nodded in agreement.

“So how do you know him?” Colin questioned.

Sophie waited until the ball was tipped to answer the question, a few beats too long of a pause. “...We almost hooked up.” She dropped nonchalantly, with a casual shrug.

“Sorry, you what?” Rafe demanded, his surprise making him too loud for the surrounding crowd, some of who shot him dirty looks. She laughed and nudged his shoulder. “C’mon, pay attention.”

“Wait, huh? Did I hear you right?” Colin asked, wearing a matching confused expression with the rest of the boys.

“Yes, you heard me - pay attention, support the team!” She teased, letting out a whoop when Ohio State scored. They went back to paying attention, although a little barb of jealousy poked Rafe every time Brandon Johns got the ball, and he whistled especially loud every time he was up for a free throw. At halftime, they weren’t doing too hot, and James sighed. “Do you have any more alc in that magic bra of yours?”

“Sadly, no.” She shook her head and Rafe slung his arm around her shoulders, kissing the crown of her head. “Maybe we should have saved ‘em to drown our sorrows.”

“It’s only halftime, we’re fine.” Colin reassured them. “Besides, I want to hear your story.”

“My story?” Sophie quirked her brow and James nodded. “Oh yeah, I forgot, I want to hear about Brandon.”

“Do we really need the story?” Rafe grumbled, getting all protective.

She laughed and ignored him, clearly loving the opportunity for attention. “There’s not much of a story. He was in town for the rivalry game last year, the night before the game. I was a little drunk -”

“A little?” James smirked.

“Well, okay, maybe more than a little. I didn’t recognize him in the bar when he was flirting, I just noticed he was fucking giant, but didn’t really put two and two together.” She paused, sparing a glance at Rafe as her cheeks turned a little red. “I was about to, um, take him home, but he mentioned he wouldn’t be able to stay that long while we were waiting for the Uber.”

“Because of the game.” Colin deduced.

“Yeah, exactly. Then some kid came up to him, asking for a picture, and I realized who he was. So I took the Uber home alone and left him on the sidewalk.”

“Cold, Soph.” Rafe grinned, pleased the story ended there. He wrapped both arms around her from behind, pulling her to lean against his chest.

“Well I wasn’t going to be a traitor. Also, he’s not the best kisser. The height was kind of awkward, you know?” She shrugged and Colin and James cackled while Rafe put his hand over her mouth. “Okay, stop, I don’t want to hear about you with other guys.”

“Nothing happened, and I’ve sure you have your fair share of stories too.” She pointed out.

“Not quite.” James mumbled, turning away with a small smirk as Rafe shot him a warning glare. Sophie was about to question it until she felt his arms tighten around her a little more, and decided not to push it.

“You think he remembers you?” Colin asked, laughing as Rafe yelled even louder as Brandon went up for another free throw, his nose wrinkling when he made the shot anyways.

“Probably not, he probably hooks up with some girl at every away game.” She shrugged.

“You’re pretty memorable.” Rafe argued, pressing a kiss to her temple, arms still around her waist as she leaned against him.

“You two are different, Cameron, you pined after her for years.” James pointed out and Rafe rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, well, can you blame me?”

“Sap.” She accused, elbowing him gently in the stomach. He grinned and ghosted his fingers along her side, making her shiver. “Just for you.”

“Okay, lovebirds, tone it down until we’re home. Rafe, you’re fucking whipped.” Colin teased. When Sophie laughed, he raised his eyebrows. “You're bad too, the two of you flirt daily like you’re trying to get in each other’s bed for the first time.”

“Lighten up, Colin, it’s young love. Go get laid and you’ll understand.” James chirped good-naturedly. By the end of the game, they were all hoarse and worn out, disappointed by the close loss. Rafe insisted upon Sophie wearing his jacket on the way out and walk back to cover her jersey, just so she didn’t get any unnecessary comments yelled at her (though he was more worried about her trying to snap back at them than whatever they might say).

“I call shotgun!” James yelled once they got close enough to the car, racing Sophie to the door and elbowing her out of the way. Colin laughed and held out his hand. “Want me to drive?”

“What, Colin, you don’t want to nap with me in the back?” Sophie teased, sliding into the backseat. Rafe handed over the keys and pulled her into the middle seat so she could lean on him on the way home. “Not on my watch.” It only took twenty minutes and a few chill songs from James’ playlist before she was nodding off, curling into his side.

Rafe eventually contributed less and less to the conversation up front, trying not to wake Sophie, until he caved and fell asleep with his head resting on hers. Naturally, the boys took several live photos of them for blackmail, especially when Rafe grumbled in his sleep and pulled her closer to him.

Sophie reluctantly kissed him goodbye and waved to the boys once they dropped her off at home, still half asleep. In the short time it took her to get ready for bed and crawl under the covers, she had received a couple texts from Rafe.

Rafe: Today was fun

Rafe: I’m glad you’re friends with my friends

Rafe: *link to Spotify*

She had to laugh when she clicked on the link to a custom playlist by him, aptly titled ‘songs you’re allowed to sing in the car with me.’ Only one song from her breakup playlist slipped through, because it was one of Rafe’s favorites - Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.

#if you know brandon johns personally no you don't #i just picked a random man off the roster ok #trying to stay accurate but not relevant so #ignore that fun fact if you happen to be a umich fan lmao #rafe x sophie #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fanfic #college rafe #frat rafe #mine #obx fanfic #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #was this a bad ending? yes! do i not know how to end fics properly? yes!#also i didn't edit this at allllll #so #oh well

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set-in-stardust · 2 years

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Just casually checking in and I see your third life commentary. Oh boy

How much you enjoying it so far? :)

Also hi! I haven't sent any asks in a while and I can't even make a joke about not being dead- hmmm...

-👻

ohmygoodness i forgot my inbox existed for a bit ngl,, whoops

i am very much enjoying it AAA I've been meaning to watch for forever but I've never had the time!!!

AND WELCOME BACK!!! nice to hear from u again :D

#bmanons #bmanswers #👻 anon #now i gotta go thru these other asks i missed WHOOPSIES

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runawayface · 3 years

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What would Harold do if Harvey never forgave him

Sorry this one has been in my inbox for so long, I kinda forgot about it. Whoops. Anyhoo, Harold has already kinda prepared himself for Harvey not forgiving him. At the time they finally started reconnecting it had been over twenty years since they were last on good terms with each other with varying degrees of hostility towards each other in-between. Harold knows that it’s ultimately his fault for the divide between them and he knows that he can’t force Harvey to forgive him. He tries everything to make things right and to show Harvey that he’s changed, but he can’t make Harvey change his mind and it’s clear as the years go on that Harvey probably won’t change his mind.

It hurts Harold to think that they’ll never be as close as they used to be, but each passing year gets him closer and closer to accepting his fate and believing that he and Harvey will never be close again. He already suspects that the only reason they even talk or see each other is for Irene’s benefit and that as soon as she passes away, he’ll probably never see or hear from Harvey ever again. It’s a devastating prospect, but one he’s spent years learning to accept.

#ask #anon #harvey #harold

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xsugarysweetsx · 5 years

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Hi! I just realised u did a valentines day special and i missed my golden opportunity to ask for fluffy as heck fluff... 🤦🏻‍♀️ But if possible can you do some Valentine's date stuff with Shouto and Katsuki? ^^ Happy (super late) valentines! *Sends a chocolate gift * I hope you're doing well!

Yessss!!! I would love to write something for ya :). And thanks you for the chocolates ❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy!!

@seiiblue thank you for requesting!! And sorry it’s a little long!❤️❤️

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Shouto

“Shouto Todoroki?” Called putting the waiter. You and shouto stood from the waiting area and followed the man. It was Valentines Day and shouto decided to spoil you today. Did he like his father? No

Did his money come in handy? Maybe.....

Not only was it Valentines Day but it was also your one year anniversary.

You both met in your last year of junior high. You were the first person he had met that didn’t see him as himself and not “Endevor’s son”. And that was when your friendship bloomed. It was after summer break and the first day of UA did he notice how you also bloomed.

Of course you were pretty before but not he could barley look away from hen you came into sight. After the sports festival he asked you to join him for a small dinner date. Let’s just say by the end of the night he had a girlfriend, and a someone new to protect.

After sitting down in a more secluded area you spoke

“Awh Shouto you didn’t have to go through so much I feel bad..” sure the money had good advantages but you felt bad about so much money going towards you.

“Don’t feel bad. It’s our anniversary and I want us to celebrate” he said taking a hold of your hand. For the first few minutes you both had a good conversation over basic things. Internships and everyday slice of life events.

The food came and good lord was it great! You noticed he seemed a bit zoned out.

“Shouto are you okay?” You asked concerned about his mental and emotional state. He put his chopsticks down and said

“...you know Y/N, you’re eveyrhing to me..” he started “I used to shut everyone out even my own family. I will admit it was difficult to make any friends especially with my father as a hero, you were the first to see me as a person and not just who I was related to. Point it, I’m happy you’re in my life. I love you and thank you for....everything ” he gave you a soft rare smile. you were the only one who saw it most of the anyway.

“Awh Shouto, you know you do the same for me as well. Even with a good quirk like mine I always feel like I’m falling behind but you always motivate me and make me feel like I was as powerful as you. So thank you too I love you so much” suddenly you your surprise music starts to play. It was your song. Yes you both had a couple song.

You started to grin from ear to ear and lip sync to the music. You playfully narrow your eyes at him

“Well excuse me Mr.Romanic what are you planning?”

“Oh just something small, I’ve heard you’ve always wanted to slow dance so” he stood up and offered his hand to you “shall we?”

The only thing that came to mind was

He is beyond perfect

You take his hand and he moves a bit away from the table. You wrap your arms around his neck and his hands found your hips. He pulls you closer as you both sway to the sound. You sigh and relax a bit letting your head fall in his chest. You rocked to the music and he began to speak once more

“Love, I promise that I’ll never hurt you, always support you and love you endlessly” the vibrations of his voice echoing in his chest “I will protect you from anything that wants to harm you” you look up to him with a raised eyebrow

“Babe, these sound like wedding vows I hope you know we’re still a little young for marriage”

“Well I know I want to marry you one day but for now I think this would be suitable for now?” He stopped you both and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small box and opened it.

On the inside the box said “I promise..to love you” with a beautiful delicate ring inside.

“I heard about promise rings and thought it would be something you liked” he said pulling it out “so I promise everything I told you and I promise to one day change this for an engagement ring” he took your hand and slid it on you finger.

He then brought it up to his lips and kissed your hand. At this point you just let the tears come out. You threw yourself into his arms and shared a love filled embrace. Only pulling away to share a passionate kiss

“I love you..” you smiled

“But I love you more”

Let’s just say that tonight was a whole lot busier after that ;)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Katsuki

Noting.

Nada

Zilch

Getting to school you expected at least something. But nope, nothing. You thought having a boyfriend would mean today would be extra special. But there you sat in class basically glaring at your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou.

You knew that he wasn’t exactly the PDA type but you still felt a little let down. At least some of your friends brought you a small something that made you smile. When the bell rang you decided to question him on the low. He waited for you outside as you both walk together to lunch

“Hey Katsuki, so hows today going?”

“Same as always i guess” he said stoically. You poured and continued with your interrogation.

“There’s a lot of gifts going around huh?” You try to push attention to his body language to see if you ca pick up on something

“Mmm” he just hummed one acknowledgedment

You got desperate and asked “so any plans for Valentines Day?” You aske with your hopes waaayy too high.

“Besides be in this damn school? Nothing really it’s just a stupid holiday we’re couples hook up ‘cause one bought the other chocolates, big fucking whoop”

You usually don’t break easy but soemththing about his statement cause a small twang in your heart.

“O-oh okay” you said quieter than usual “I-I gotta go I’ll see you later.” You rush off in the other direction.

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow since you usually were clingy (in a good way) with him. he usually got a kiss or hug goodbye.

He knew he messed up with you. You always act tough but he knew you were sensitive.

You sat on one of the benches in an area where not too many people came to sit. You let the tears roll down your cheeks. You felt frustrated. Both with him and yourself for being so upset. Why did you expect anything from him? It Bakugou for crying out loud!

But, you still loved him.

“Hey you alright?” A gentle voice called. You turn to see Midoriya.

“O-oh hey Midoriya, y-yeah I’m fine” you said in a low tone not trusting your voice from cracking. He sat beside you.

“I don’t mean to push or anything but I can tell your upset about something big. You wanna talk about it?”

You sniffed “w-well it just that, Katsuki thinks Valentine’s Day is stupid a-and I was kind of expecting even something small” you took a breather to relax “I know how he is b-but I love him Midoriya, I really do and I feel like maybe he doesn’t love me as m-much” and here come the tears again.

He wasn’t sure what to do so he stroked your back “Well did you try taking to him?” You nodded “oh...well maybe we need to get his attention” you look up at him ready to listen to his plan. He sent out a group message to your friends about it and they all agreed to help

Now usually he came up with some great ideas so you put faith into the system. You walked back into the cafeteria where you sat with the other girls. You were across from Bakugou enough for him to see and hear. Now all that was left was for it to begin

“Morning Y/N! Hey I got you a little something, happy V-Day” Kaminari have you a box of candy. This definitely got his attention quickly. His eye twitched at the idea of another guy giving you something today especially his classmates.

You thanked him and smiled.

And then he next person spoke “you look very put together today Y/N, your hair has a beautiful shine and looks healthy” this time it was Tokoyami who complimented you. Without even noticing his glare was now directly at your table.

The gifts started to pile from both the guys and girls. But what happens next is what really made him blow up.

“I hope you have a wonderful day” Todoroki handed you a beautifully opened rose.

“Alright that’s it” he abruptly stood from his chair. And stormed over to you and grabbed your wrist. He dragged you out of the room and to the elevator.

“Katsuki where are we going?” You asked a big angry

“You’ll see when we get there” the elevator stopped and he pulled you again into the hall. You noticed it was towards your dorm room. As you approached it he asked you to open it. You were a bit confused by his request but did it

When you turn in the lights you were blown away.

You room had rose petals on the bed, a huge teddy bear on it, two vases filled with your favorite flowers, balloons, and a shopping bag.

You didn’t know what to say you were speechless

“Listen, I know I was an ass before, but I had to keep this a secreg alright? I couldn’t stand seeing those damn extras all up on you like that” he said looking over to the side. You turn to him with tears in your eyes

“Hey, come on what’s with the tears” he asked thinking he did something wrong. He wiped them away and cupped your face in his large hands.

“I j-just thought you forgot about today and didn’t care. It’s stupid I know but I just...I just wanted to spend today which you because I love you” you sniffed. He let out a breath through nose and pulled you close to him

“I didn’t forget I just wanted it to be more social then everyone else. You know I love you” he kissed your crown and rested his forehead on yours

“Now come on I think you’ll want to open those gifts, we’ll be here a while” he smirked locking the door and drawing the blinds.

Oh boy will it be a long day ;)

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