#i need to buy more super glue though it's the only glue that holds without leaving a mark

[animecat33]

Okay so a while ago i accidentally knocked my favourite killer croc figure on the floor and it's arms broke into pieces, and i was able to find and glue back on literally every single missing part except for a finger and a nail... TODAY I FOUND THE MISSING FINGER!!!

Even if he's still gonna miss that nail, this is already a win for me, i was so sad about this

[luveline]

could you write something with kisses before dinner where avery feels like she’s not your your steve’s favourite and she gets upset?

for you my love! dad!steve x pregnant!mom!you. 3.7k

Steve gives Bethie's hand a tug. "Come on, this way." 

Bethie follows without complaint, her rain boots smacking the sidewalk with each step. Steve keeps checking to make sure the umbrella's covering her, though there's little need for his worrying when she's wearing her rain mac, a scarf, and a super thick sweater under her coat.  

It's a very short walk to the door for Avery's classroom. She and the other first graders get called out one by one from a huge door that exits a cubby room. Steve stands where he always does, out of the way from most but close enough that Avery doesn't have to look far. 

Steve hadn't always wanted kids. When he was sixteen, he thought that having children might be the worst thing in the world, not because he'd ever been around any kids that weren't worth loving, but because they acted like a sort of glue, sticking you to another person. But he got older, and he realised he wanted to be stuck, and then he realised there isn't any glue to children, they can't serve as an adhesive that binds you to someone. You either love your partner or you don't (of course, it's a little more complicated than that) and children are usually separate. 

Steve met you. He loved you more than he ever loved another person. And then you had Avery, and Bethie, and Dove, and he somehow loved you more for it. It's immeasurable. 

Steve loves you, and he loves his kids most of all. You wouldn't be offended, you feel the same —kids are a different kind of love. 

It's why being out in the rain doesn't matter. Bethie's hand is warm where he covers it in his, and when she gives a little shiver he crouches down to rub her shoulders, knowing it doesn't help but wishing it did.

He's so excited to see Avery he can't describe it right, and it doesn't make any sense because he saw her seven hours ago at drop off when she kissed him goodbye and ran away to go play races with her friends. Since then, he's taken Bethie to her doctor’s check up, chased Dove around the house for a bath, put on a load of washing, made dinner preparations, done the dishes, all while acting as a willing serf for a moderately pregnant you on bed rest after a bout of high blood pressure. All of those anxieties and chores and exhaustions —he wouldn't have it any other way— and still he's geared up to see his oldest. 

Avery usually runs out of the door like she's on springs, but today she's only walking. Steve groans as he stands up properly, beckoning for Avery to come and stand under the umbrella as he calls, "Hey, Avey-bear, where's your water bottle?" 

She only has her lunch box. 

"I think it's lost forever," she says, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

He can't hug her with his hands full, but he gives her the best 'dad loves you' look that he can muster, his most adoring smile. "You think so? Don't worry, we'll fix it."

"It's not broken," she says. 

"I just mean that we'll find it or I'll buy you another one." Avery holds her hand up. "Take your sisters, baby.”

"I wanna be under the umbrella," she whines. 

Steve doesn't blame her. The rain is coming down heavier by the minute, and she doesn't have a nice sweater on like Beth. The weather wasn't as unpleasant this morning. 

"You can hold it if you don't stab me in the eye," he says. 

"Yes! Please please please," she says, accepting the umbrella he passes with a charmingly pleased smile. 

They walk through the playground, the winding path to the parking lot and between cars. Steve picks Bethie up and carries her from the parking lot onward, worried she'll pull away. Avery tells him about her day without prompting, the umbrella jabbing him in the hips and stomach occasionally. 

"We're making cards tomorrow for them, do you think the old people like cards?" she asks as they approach the car. 

"I think they'll love your card."

Steve unlocks the doors and pulls Avery's open first. He takes the umbrella from her and she climbs into her car seat with a load of thunking and huffing. Steve didn't think it through, there's the umbrella to shake dry, car seat straps to click, and his arms are still full of Beth, who's been her usual quiet self the entire time. 

"You okay, Beth?" he asks her. 

"I'm cold," she murmurs. 

Steve can't have that. He pushes the umbrella into the footwell by Avery's feet and water flecks the poor girl's jeans, but at least he has a hand free to click together her car seat strap. She lifts her head for a kiss and he doesn't recognise it until the door's shutting between them. 

He winces and rushes to Bethie's side. "Sorry, babe," he says when he opens the door, putting Beth in her seat with ease. Avery pouts at him. "I'll give you a kiss when we get home, I'm sorry, my head's not screwed on tight enough right now. I'm just rushing to get back to mom." 

Avery blows hair out of her face, annoyed. 

The drive home is nice and slow. Steve's cargo is too important to rush and risk hydroplaning. Bethie's asleep by the time they get home as he hoped she would be, and Avery is itching for the bathroom. He lets her out first and she sprints away before he can get a kiss. 

Steve scoops Bethie up and whacks his head on the car roof. He does it every single time he tries to get her out, and he stands there with the rain pounding his back, sucking air in through his teeth. "Sugar," he whispers.

He pulls Bethie securely to his chest, locks the car and climbs the short step into the house, head pounding. He's unsurprised and horrified to see you up in the kitchen making Avery a cup of juice, Dove propped on your baby bump like a perfectly sized seat. 

"Not okay," he says, hands covering Bethie's ears as he closes the front door behind him. "Go sit down now. I'm not kidding. Right now." 

"Steve–" 

"Y/N," he says, real annoyance in his voice. He doesn't like bossing you around, doesn't like being a jerk, but you can't mess with bed rest, not so far along. It's not even the baby he's thinking about, it's you. "Go lay down, please." 

You smile guiltily. "I'm feeling better." 

Avery looks like she's the one who's had the telling off when you leave. She sips from her juice cup and won't meet his eyes, her sleeves dark with water. She has a bad habit of not rolling them up when she washes her hands, and Steve always sighs when he sees it. 

Your home is oddly shaped. When you first walk in, you can see up the stairs to the right, and you can see straight down the hall to the kitchen, and you can also see into the living room to the left. The living room leads into the kitchen, too, which means there's double the baby gates. 

Steve puts Bethie down on the big bean bag by the windows and finds you laying down on the L-shaped couch, Dove content where she sits by your hip. Your hands play with the thin blonde wisps of hair at her neck. The longer it grows the darker it becomes. 

"Sorry for worrying you," you say, not looking at him. "I really do feel better." 

"I'm glad you do, but you know it's not one of those things that works on feelings," Steve says. He rubs his forehead, and then he drops his hand against his thigh in defeat. "Sorry for being snappy. You freaked me out." 

"I have to get up sometimes. To pee and stuff," you say. "Will you get Ave her juice? She wants Mapap." 

"What? For what?" he asks. 

Dove turns in her seat to look at Steve like she's surprised he's here. Then, in a startling turn of events, she babbles happily. "Daddy," she says, holding up her hands. "Home." 

"I'm home," he agrees sweetly. 

"Daddy," she says again. 

Dove loves Steve, but she's always had a preference for her mom. When you're working, Dove is more than happy to spend her days in Steve's arms, in his lap, some days she's stuck to him like a leech, but you walk through the door and she's immediately team Mom. It makes sense, she must miss you while you're away. For the first time in a while, Dove's had to miss Steve instead. 

He picks her up with a huge beaming smile and kisses her cheek, still chubby with baby fat. "You're happy to see me?" he asks against her skin. 

"I think she has a tummy ache." 

"Dove?" Steve asks, folding a curl behind Dove's ear. 

"Avery." You grimace. "Are you sure I can't stand up? I feel fine." 

"Don't get up." Steve gives Dove another kiss and says to her, "I love you, I'll be right back. Please still love me." 

Dove curls into your chest when Steve puts her down in a way that says she certainly won't still love him when he returns, but she enjoyed the hug. 

Steve almost trips in the doorway to the kitchen over a teddy bear. Avery eyes him reproachfully, her glass of juice a quarter filled. 

"Mommy says you have a tummy ache. Let's get you some medicine, yeah?" Steve asks.

"It's okay." 

"It stopped hurting?" 

"No," Avery says, frowning. She looks to be on the sudden verge of tears as kids tend to be.

Steve attempts to rescue her. "Okay, baby. Come here," he says, holding out his arms. Avery puts her glass on the counter and walks into his arms, a sad sound squeezed from her as he carries her to the kitchen table. He sits her on a table mat, ducking to be the same height as her eyes, his hands finding a gentle home on her small shoulders. "What's the situation, honey? What kind of pain is it?" 

"It feels weird," she says quietly. 

"Throw up weird?" he asks, the most important port of call. 

"No."

"You sure?" he asks.

Avery shakes her head. Steve doesn't think she'll throw up, but she looks so unhappy that he frowns at her, rubbing the nape of her neck. "What's the pain feel like?"

"Just hurts."

"Okay. I'll get you some Mapap, honey. What would make you feel better? A cuddle?" He leans forward to whisper, "Are you feeling gassy? Maybe you need a burp." 

"No, dad," she says. She must be feeling awful, she doesn't laugh. Burps are always funny.

Steve grabs the Mapap from the fringe and tips it onto a spoon. "Here," he murmurs, passing her the last of her juice so she's ready to chase the odd taste of her medicine away. 

Avery hesitates to open her mouth. 

She has the same eyes as Steve, and right now they're filled with a look hasn't seen in his own for years. He's not sure what to make of it. She doesn't look sick, she looks sad, really sad, driving Steve to a new kind of panic. 

"I'll take some with you," he says. 

"Really?" she asks. 

It's kids Mapap —he could drink the bottle and still have a backache afterward. "Yeah, really really. You want me to go first or second?" 

She deliberates. "First." 

Steve lifts the spoon of medicine to his nose. He knows he should pretend it's delicious, no big deal, but he sniffs it suspiciously, touching the tip of his tongue to it and wincing dramatically at the taste. 

"I get a hug after this, right?" he asks. 

Avery laughs. "Yeah, dad." 

He raises his brows, as if to say, Well, in that case, and takes the medicine. It's a fake strawberry flavour and disgusting but he pretends it's only sort of bad. 

Avery offers him her cup of juice as soon as he takes the spoon out. She's lovely. 

Steve makes another cup of juice and another spoon of medicine. Avery takes it without any hesitation, going as far as to say, "It's not that bad." 

Steve's thankful for the reprieve. He really hadn't been liking the way Avery looked like she was feeling. He scoops her up as though she weighs nothing (she grows like a bamboo shoot every summer, but Steve is strong) and carries her to the living room, where you're half asleep now and Dove's definitely not, her short fingers petting your neck. 

"She's sleeping," Dove tells Steve factually as he sits. 

Avery leans against Steve's chest. 

"I'm not sleeping," you mumble, "just my Dove is being so nice to me." 

"Well, not to make anyone jealous or anything, but Avery promised me a prime time kiss. Like, a huge one." 

"No I didn't," Avery says, confused.

"Yes you did, don't be a meanie. I meant to give you one in the car, 'member?" 

"Oh," Avery says, "right." 

Steve gets his kisses and a great big cuddle, hugging his eldest baby as close as he can. The TV plays one of Dove's favourite movies and you fall asleep, snoring and drooling at once, dribbling from the corner of your mouth. It seeps into the cushion you've underneath you. Dove laughs and points it out to Steve and Avery. Avery's a sweetheart, so she wipes your drool away and pushes a fingertip into your lips until you close your mouth. 

Dove climbs off of you and wanders over to Bethie. "Leave her alone, Dove," Steve warns. 

Dove gives him a, Who, me? look and climbs onto the bean bag, to Steve's annoyance. Luckily, Dove's feeling nice, and she doesn't wake her sister. She lays down beside her and loosely holds her hand, and after half an hour, everyone's asleep besides Steve and Avery. 

He can't help looking at you constantly, worried you're gonna get sick and he won't notice. He's worrying the same thing about Ave.

He's too obvious. 

"Is mom okay?" Avery asks. 

"Mom's okay. Are you worrying?" he asks. 

"You're worrying," Avery says. 

"I know mom's gonna be okay, I can promise you she's fine," he says. "But it's like you. You're not feeling very well and it makes me worry, but I know you'll be okay." 

Avery doesn't say anything, rubbing her nose against his collar. 

"Do you believe me?" he asks. 

"About what?"

"About everything, I guess." 

"Yeah," she says. Steve gives her shoulder a little pat.

"Okay, good. Mom is fine, and baby's fine, and we'll all be okay as long as she rests up. And your tummy stops hurting, duh." 

Avery isn't cheered up by his doting, sweet tones. She stays flat as a pancake on his chest and doesn't move an inch for a while. Steve waits. He knows Avery like the back of his hand. She has something she wants to say, or tell him, or ask. 

"Dad?" she whispers. 

"Yeah?" 

"Is it okay to be nobody's favourite?" 

"What?" 

Avery hides her face. 

Steve encourages her back out again, gently carding through her hair. "What do you mean?" he asks.

Her bottom lip trembles. "Dove is mommy's favourite, and your favourite is Beth, so who's favourite am I?" she asks. 

"You're my favourite," he says on automatic.

"But you can only have one," she says, glaring at him. 

"That's not how this works, you're my girls. You're my daughters. You're all my favourites." 

"You love Bethie most." 

Steve wants to say, Of course I don't, how could you think that? He wants to say, Avery, don't be silly. He wants to say, That's not true, because it genuinely isn't.

"I'm so sorry," he says instead. 

Avery sniffs. "Why?" 

"Ave, I'm so sorry. That's not what you're supposed to think, I– honey, why do you think I love Bethie most?" he asks. "It's not true, I adore your sister, but I love you the same. I love you so much it made my heart actually get bigger," Steve says, rushing to explain it, wanting there to be no doubt. "When you were born, it was the best day of my life. The best day of my life." 

"You and Beth are always snuggling," Avery says. Steve has to strain to hear her.

"Your sister loves hugs, and I love giving them to her," he agrees. "Do you wish we hugged more often?" 

She nods. He nods back. 

"Then we will. I promise." 

"I want to be your favourite," she says. 

"Avery," he sighs. "You are. It's hard to explain it, but I love you and Bethie and Dove and even the baby all the same." 

Avery starts crying. Steve had known it was going to happen, and it still feels like a whack to the chest, flat-palmed. 

"Is this why your tummy hurts?" he asks quietly. 

"I want to be your favourite," she says again, cheeks shining with tears. "I want to be mom's favourite, it's not fair."

"You're my favourite singer," he says. 

Avery frowns.

"You're my favourite singer. You're my favourite at putting her socks on. You're my favourite pancake maker, my favourite–" 

"It's not the same," Avery says.

Steve takes her hands in his. "Yes it is! You're my favourite girl just like your sisters, but if that's not good enough, you're my favourite at so much other stuff, Ave. You have my favourite smile, and do my favourite dances. I'm really sorry you think you're no one's favourite," he says, aching. "I promise you, me and your mom love you so much it's weird." 

"You promise?" she checks. 

"I promise. Cross my heart." 

Avery sniffles. Steve wipes her warm cheeks with the side of his hand, tucking her hair behind her ears. She's his mirror. If there's one thing Steve wanted, it was that she would never feel how he felt growing up. 

"I can make it up to you, sweetheart, you tell me what it is that makes you upset and I can fix it. Will you tell me, please?" 

Avery tells him in little fits and starts. It's nothing done maliciously, ever, but he can heartbreakingly see why Avery might have stacked all of these things together and started wondering what's wrong. Bethie gets super tired in the early evenings, and when she's tired she clings, hoarding Steve's affection for herself; Dove's young enough to be a handful, hoarding yours. There's the missed kiss in the car after school, and a hug that didn't include her at breakfast. A few days ago, you said to Dove, "Mom needs a kiss from her favourite girl." You had no idea Avery was awake, and you didn't mean it with even a drop of cruelty, but it doesn't matter. Avery took it to heart, and she's been upsetting herself with it ever since. 

"Do you want to talk to mom?" he asks her, stroking her cheek with his knuckle. 

"I don't know…" 

"I can talk to her for you, if you want to. Or we can talk to her together. She'll be really sorry, honey, I promise. You know mommy doesn't have a mean bone in her body." 

You wake up not too long after that, dragging yourself into a sluggish sleeping position, hand on your bump. "Woah, she's kicking me." 

You look up to them with a huge smile, evidently excited to show them, hand already in the hem of your shirt and pulling up, but you notice their matching frowns and say, "What's wrong?" 

Steve explains. Avery looks at your bump rather than your face as he does, barely reacting to his hand stroking her hair back. 

"Oh," you say, pouting gently, eyebrows pinching together, "Avery, I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean she's my only favourite, that's not–" You hold your hand out for her. "Sorry, baby. I've really upset you, haven't I?"

Avery squeezes her eyes closed and nods. 

"I bet that was really sad, thinking you weren't our favourite girl," you murmur, voice imbued with apology, sympathy, and an overflowing measure of love. 

"It's okay," Avery says.

"It wasn't just your fault," Steve says to you. "It was me too." 

"Can I come and lie on you?" Avery asks.

Your eyes light with relief. "Yes, yeah. Don't kick my tummy, okay?" You pull Avery onto your front. She's cautious not to dig a knee into your bump but otherwise collapses boneless into your arms. 

Parents make literally hundreds and thousands of mistakes just like kids do. Steve knows he hadn't meant to hurt Avery, but he did, and he feels overwhelmingly depressed about it. Being a dad is the only thing he's ever been good at. This is his biggest screw up to date.

You have your eyes closed, your face against Avery's pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Blindly, you squeeze Steve's arm.

"I love you so much, Avery," you say. "Thanks for telling us how you're feeling. You're always brave."

"I'm not," Avery says. All the love and affection is finally getting to her. She sounds bashfully pleased rather than sad now, hugging your neck extra tight. 

"You are!" You pull Steve toward you. "Dad knows. Isn't she just the best in the world?" 

Steve covers her back with his arm. The youngest both snore unawares on the big bean bag, the TV flickering with the static at the end of the movie. He should've started dinner an hour ago, but he doesn't feel hungry.

"You're the nicest, strongest, kindest girl I've ever met," Steve says. He's laying it on thick, and every word is true. 

"What about me?" you joke. 

"You're fine."

"Dad!" Avery laughs, turning her head to smile at him reproachfully. "You can't say that, tell the truth!" 

"You're joint first best," he corrects. He covers his mouth with his hand, whispering to Avery, "But you're the very very best, Ave." 

Her eyes go soft, straight lashes kissing in the outer corners as she smiles. "Thanks, dad."

[the-firebird69]

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This is kind of another idea and her son looked at it and said it looks very odd the way they have the car with panels kind of attached to each other and sort of attached to the car there's not glued on they're just kind of panels and a plastic would look decent like this and it would work and we can make it look much better and you can have a piece that attaches to the hood and you have a bolt on as a matter of fact all the panels could bolt on using the bolts that are on the other side you have bolts of you on both them and you both them up again with both on it and the bolts are pretty long they're a little bit longer than they need to be and you would bolt all these things together across the top and it would hold it together and you'd have to put some kind of flange that can squish down and it's not very complicated. The only complicating part is the door and opening and closing but he says that's not too tough and it would make it look more like this and we think that it's Trump and it is it's not a bad idea but he got stumped by the door he says no but really he did he can hold on with that clips to the inside of the door and he says well that's an idea and everything clips but they be sturdy and stainless steel and to be form fitted so they like the glue on ones but you're not gluing them on so if you don't like it you can take them off. And our son and daughter say this is a very nice design it's not complete but the wheel the rear wheels are like buried and you can you're making the front ones look low profile but it's 6 out so you don't hit the tire it's really sweet it looks like a super car if you do the panel for the door it would be.

This is kind of a probably a crappy coupe and they have a lot of those are two-door and they're newer and they're they don't do anything and the rear end is kind of a fun thing it looks really cool and you have a piece that covers the attaches to the trunk and it makes it look uniform I really just opens the way it used to in the two sides extended by the window and it looks like a supercar it's very clever when he did here and the door is not done but he thinks he can do it but we think that we can make the whole thing work without taking any panels off and without having any seams on the front and the whole thing would look pretty cool it only be a couple seams like you see here that are on and you don't even need those though you don't really he's thinking of clipping it together but that doesn't make it work better and we understand what he's saying but when you go to the hood you put the small clips on the underside and then you attach the front panel to it and you bolt it underneath it goes right over and it has like the special padding so we're at speed it won't vibrate and move and it and there is special seals that do that and they're made for highways and stuff we're going to go ahead and try this it's a good idea and the whole kit could be like 500 bucks and the wheels are special those make the look I mean this is a nice design to begin with. He wants to make the car it looks like a DeLorean but that name is not really used that much and he has some kind of name it sounds weird and it doesn't make it sound sense and she's saying that she came up with it and it's Racer 5000 it really it's going to be a kit and it's going to come in the new format where your attach it in the middle. And he's going to try and sell it to some speed shops or something and see if they would buy it and there's a way to do that you go to car shows and you have to talk to people and shake hands take them for rides such a car and I want to show you what I can do before I tell you what car is it's on and stuff like that maybe have a video of people afraid to do that kind of thing it's really kind of tough our son could do it and can sell millions of these in a few minutes might actually have him do it but he'd have to go drive it fast there's a problem but he could drive it 0 to 100 and show him it's real fast this is a good idea he really likes to look at the car

Thor Freya

It is a strange looking car I thought the front end looks unique and it does he says but for the application you're probably right it's probably better to make it look a little bit more normal but that could be armor and you do have the right idea and I do see what you're saying we can start this company and people could change it out and put armor on it and I can have different panels I do understand something this is how it goes you want me to make it and stuff and I did this with a drawing and it's intense and I started screwing around with the door then I heard your idea you just go around the Sun that the side of the door lip and you clip it in and you make the front angle backwards a little and then the edge it's like angled is the way to cover that edge up too I mean that's kind of a cool thing just coming up with it out of the blue but it's not it's like something we've been thinking of so I think I can sell these as a kid and people can take the panel off and put armor on it and attach it back on and nobody would know the difference he can even mold it to it and it's really cool cuz you can put pieces on like this and it still looks kind of cool

Trump

Are we stupid or something someone saying we're going to be in death race and would like working towards it the answers we have to do this stuff and they're trying to stop us

I like this idea and I'm going to work on it it's a great idea I know about those flanges and you take it off and you can just buff the thing and it's really a cool idea I mean this is a great idea it'll probably lead to those panels that you stick on

Bja

Olympus

I like the name idea cuz he came up with it but he wants to make a sports car and drive around and showcase it and then make a kit and and really the the sports car would be awesome he's talking about making a 12 cylinder or even 14 and putting real big tires and I mean it'll be really cool

Hera

I actually like the idea of trying to get it going and we know going to Vegas it gets noticed

Trump racer 5000 means something and we do know what it means it's like a runner but people don't like that name

We thought about this for a while we're going to go ahead and allow him to try and showcase it and he says he's going to start off at Trump Tower and then end it Trump Tower his casino that is

Olympus

I want to see this car it's a great design and our friend here was saying he was thinking of the new DeLorean and for some reason Trump knows what it looks like and he's percy The lightning thief so we get that

Bg

[i-need-air]

Hey it's me again ❤️

I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)

Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.

Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.

Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~

Word count: 1.8k

× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?

× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?

× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light

× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly

× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces

× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments

× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy

× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be

× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby

× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect

× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—

× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;

× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...

× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.

× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;

× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.

× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though

× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]

× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!

× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her

× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him

× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back

× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—

× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;

× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him

× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it

× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles

× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side

× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;

× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;

× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺

× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—

× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.

× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof

× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child

× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"

× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"

× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."

× drag him away before he throws fists

× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow

× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss

× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;

× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least

× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down

× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot

× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered

× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;

× and you're there amazed??????

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"

× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????

× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream

× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.

× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...

× once she starts walking they're both a disaster

× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]

× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

× rapid giggle running around from place to place

× "Oh, for fucks—"

× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults

× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl

× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!

× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."

× he growls as an example

× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕

× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease

× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????

× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕

× "your child" if she did something bad

× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.

× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞

× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard

× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head

× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!

× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~

× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.

× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???

× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:

× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"

× throw him out, istg— 💀

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Yandere NCT Reaction: Their s/o is secretly more yandere than them

If request are open yandere nct reactions to be being a yandere for them as well? Thank you!

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Yandere Nct reaction. Your written for these reactions are really great! I appreciate the effort and thought that goes into them! Could you do a yandere Nct reaction to finding out their s/o was tricking them and was actually more of a yandere than them? Like the s/o was pretending to be shy and innocent just to lure them in.

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I’m going to put these two requests together since they were so similar. Hope that is okay.

Warnings: Yandere themes, dark themes, suggestive themes, violent themes, 

Taeyong:

 Taeyong would be stunned when he wakes up to fell the weight of the shock anklet on. The feeling something so foreign for him to be on the receiving end of. In one way he loves it, because if you’re possessive of him it quells some of his fears that you’d go to another man...he could certainly keep you busy after all. That being said though I feel like he’d take it as a challenge. Yandere Taeyong lives for control over you after all, so be prepared to fight for control and constant challening.

“Oh? What is this kitten? You think you’re in charge now. Possessive or not you know better baby. Unless I need to remind you of that.

Taeil:

Taeil wouldn’t mind you being yandere, not even more than him. He might even try to get your yandere side to make appearances, loving when you got possessive over him. Oh and if you were to get violent … for him, he’d look at you as if you were an angel, ironically. That being said while it might subdue his yandere tendencies to an extent they would still be there.

“Just because I’m not allowed out with you doesn’t mean any men can just talk to you however they see fit. I’ll sneak out and take care of that problem myself if I have to.”

Johnny:

Johnny like Taeyong will challenge you, but in this case it’s for the purpose of entertainment. He likes seeing how far you’ll go it amuses him. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to flirt with others?” Your heated words only make Johnny smirk, sipping his drink as he locks eyes with you. The fire in yours not scaring his gaze away even for a moment.

“As many times as it takes for you to learn the same. Or for you to learn what I’ve been telling you that we’re dangerous people Y/N. Dangerous alone...but even more so together. If we stop playing these games.”

 Yuta:

 Yuta would not always have the patience for it, if he feels like your yandere behavior interferes with his desire to protect you and keep you close he’d get frustrated very quickly. Especially if he was trapped at home while you were out somewhere. You’d come back to find him so far beyond pissed.

“Fine. You wanna be like this? Then we’re gonna have to set some rules. Or you’re not going to like what happens.”

Kun:

 Kun thinks that if you’re both like this then you should do something to satisfy what you both want. Buy a secluded home somewhere, mostly  self sustaining with only the best security. If you’re still in need of money all work will be done from home. Any trips either of you make out would be very very rare and always accompanied by the other.

“Don’t deny that it sounds good to you baby. No one will be able to take me from you, or you from me.”

Doyoung:

 Doyoung loves it and everything your yandere side does to him. Makes him feel oddly safe and satisfied knowing you’re as wholly dedicated to him as he is to you. Still his yandere is there, he’s just very subtle about it, acting like he can keep secrets from you. Good at sneaking out to do things to people he doesn’t like you around without leaving any evidence and being back when you get back.

“What? No. That’s just a coincidence sweetheart. A nice coincidence. See look. I was here making this lovely dinner just for you.”

Ten:

 Ten would find it really sexy, but he’d also take it as a challenge and gets irritated at times. Thinks you should work together instead of trying to hold each other back to try and protect or hide the other away. Might actually show you off to some people in that case, even though he still is very possessive. 

“Sweetheart, don’t try to hide me away. Not when we could bring this whole world to it’s knees. You could show them how a true king/queen rules.”

Jaehyun:

 I think he’d be very thrown off at first. Like I don’t think he’d be convinced that you were serious about it. He’d be worried it’s a trap to get him to trust you only to leave. So he’d stay very VERY close to you and try to trap you with questions to see how serious you were.

“So I was thinking, what if we went out to a house in the middle of nowhere. Just us, no phone, no internet, nowhere to escape to. Would you really like that too?”

WinWin:

 Sicheng would be confused too wondering where this side of you had come from and where the innocent, shy person he needed to protect from the world went. He might get somewhat distant until he figures out what happened and then he’d be back again. I think he’d likely let you take the reigns a lot, maybe not entirely as he still wants to protect you and keep you to yourself.

“Sure we can do what you want, but here’s what you have to do to stay safe. That or you can forget about me going along with this.”

Jungwoo:

Jungwoo wouldn’t know who you were or what to do with you. He might be hard to keep a hold of as he might somewhat feel betrayed by your acting like a different person. He would still love you in a way, but he also would feel like he doesn’t know who you are. Very conflicted.

“You aren’t my Y/N...I don’t even know who you are anymore.”

 Lucas:

 Lucas might test you some to see if you’d really follow through on your claims or not, wondering if this was a trick. He’d make it very clear he still will let his yandere side out no matter what you wanted, even if you wanted to try and keep him locked away. Not to challenge you, but because he wants what he wants. Doesn’t care what your punishment for him is as long as he got to follow through.

“No that man touched you, so I’m going to do something about it no matter what you say. You can’t stop me.”

Mark:

 Mark would try to make you equals in this situation, appease both of your yandere sides. His might flare up from time to time, but he understands so will that side of you. Still he knows that neither of you can erase that side of yourself either.

“This is who we both are baby and we both love it. So let’s embrace it.”

Xiaojun:

Xiaojun might cry at first, but it would be tears of relief. He thought you’d been hiding some part of yourself from him and this was the best thing it could have been in his opinion. He wouldn’t have to worry about you ever leaving.

“Just show me all of you baby, you don’t scare me away. I love you too much for that ever to happen. I’m all yours just as you are all mine.”

Hendery:

Hendery would be testy and actually laugh when your yandere side kicks in stricter whether it be punishments or just restrictions for him. The stricter you got the stricter he would, not to irritate you or mock you, but to almost size you up. See where each of your boundaries were.

“Oh? That’s the worst you can do? Well what about this love?”

Renjun:

 Renjun would be pretty out of his element I think. He’d probably back down quite a bit at first purely out of confusion just letting you do your thing as he tried to figure out what was going on. After that he’d stay pretty docile feeling secure knowing you’re so yandere for him alone, but sometimes his yandere side would show up still.

“Sure you can wear that, if I’m there to make sure no one get the wrong idea. If you want me at home though then you’re gonna have to find something else to wear.”

Jeno:

 I think Jeno would be irritated at first, thinking that you’re mocking him or trying to push the limits. Soon as he knows that this is you being possessive over him though he feels pride swell in his chest every time your yandere appears, especially without prompting from him.

“Yes she did get the wrong idea baby, what are you going to do to show her who I belong to?”

Haechan:

Haechan would keep a very close eye on you and try to  reason with you instead of letting your yandere sides get too volatile. Not wanting them to both come out and take things to far, not wanting anything to happen that would risk you two being separated somehow.

“Well we could always stick together, that way we can keep our eyes and hands on each other. You know, for reassurance.”

Jaemin:

 I think Jaemin would be super happy at first, let you kind of take over while he backed down. That would only be at first though. Soon he’d realize that while you wanted him home away from the world that might try to steal him away you were still out there in it. What if it tried to steal you from him? He’d get antsy and then his yandere side would likely come out stronger than before.

“I already told you. You aren’t going out and if you try there will be consequences. I’m not just going to sit around anymore.”

YangYang:

 I think YangYang might try to break your yandere side at first. He wouldn’t be sure it was legit, so he’d try to prove that. His yandere side would come out stronger and if yours told him to do something or threatened punishment he’d push his luck deliberately doing the opposite of what you said to do. After proving it was seriously you though he’d use that to his advantage.

“Yes, I need to talk business with a woman. She’s rather flirtatious too and not afraid of me. Think you can help out with that love?”

Chenle:

 Chenle would love it and might back off to an extent. He won’t just sit around at home behaving for you though. He’s pretty stuck to you like glue. You might take the lead, but that doesn’t mean he’ll back down about certain things. He’s intent on keeping you safe and with him.

“Allow me angel. You shouldn’t have to be the one getting your hands dirty.”

Jisung:

I think Jisung would cry too, he’d be so happy. All he ever wanted was for you to love him back and now you’re proving to him that you do. Not only do you love him back, but you have the same type of love for him as he has for you. Much easier to talk down his yandere now, he kinda turns a little mushy. A bit like a lovesick puppy.

“Of course baby, anything that’ll make you happy. Just so long as you’re safe with me and love me.”

-Bre

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Pocketful of Posies || Chapter 3

You’d been hiding for years and years now; from your family, from society, from alphas and packs. Suppressants were dangerous but effective and necessary for an omega who refused to be owned—but no suppressants were strong enough to fool the nose of a super soldier, who together with his pack would stop at nothing to bind you to them forever.

pairings: dark!Avengers x reader word length: 3.4k chapters: 3/? warnings: A/B/O dynamics, power imbalances, noncon and dubcon sexual situations, loss of autonomy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat — this is a dark!fic, read at your own risk. 

Tony had presented as a delta at twelve, much to his father’s insurmountable disdain. Howard Stark had gone to great lengths to ensure himself an alpha prime for a son—he’d spent years hunting down the perfect omega, who proceeded to have almost unheard of difficulties getting pregnant. After a grueling pregnancy, said omega had the gall to have massive complications during birth that meant she’d never carry another pup. The fact that Tony couldn’t even do the simplest thing right—present as an alpha prime, like himself, like Captain America—was just heinous.  

But for all of his intelligence, Howard Stark had been a moron. Being a delta came with a slew of advantages over alphas, over alpha primes even. His heightened empathy was an extraordinary tool, his intuition was nearly on par with an omegas. Sure, he wasn’t as dominant as an alpha but he could hold his own in most situations. Alpha orders rarely worked on him, at the very least. He could induce an omega’s heat and even if he couldn’t completely sate an omega during that time as he lacked a knot, deltas were critical in giving alphas periods of rest during the week-long estrous.  

If an omega was the glue that held a pack together, deltas built the foundations. Their ability to support packmates on multiple levels was crucial—just like an omega, they were able to understand their packmates deeply and act as conduits and facilitators.  

He’d never been called a manipulator before. Especially not by a sweet-faced omega with surprisingly sharp little fangs. He supposed that most deltas were considered more… cunning than other presentations. Tony preferred the terms suave or charismatic, if he was being honest. Deltas were charming, dammit. But she’d reacted like he was some sort of con artist, a blink away from hiding the Queen up his sleeve.

Letting the suit catch her while he stood aside might’ve caused a bit of unnecessary distress—it was a good thing said suit was equipped with a silencer, or the shrieking would’ve brought down every alpha in the surrounding three towns. Steve had been giving him those disappointed eyebrows since he’d emerged from the woods, even after Thor and Peter took her inside to be bathed. Tony figured that was punishment enough, especially considering their omega seemed to hate him.  

“We should probably go through the car,” Steve sighed, running a hand over the back of his head—Tony knew the alpha prime didn’t want his own discontent to unsettle the rest of the pack, “thoroughly. Make sure you check for anything hidden, we’ll make stacks for what we can and can’t give back.”  

The blond shifted closer to Tony’s side, his other hand brushing against his back gently. Alpha primes weren’t as in tune with their pack’s emotions, that’s what omegas and deltas were for, but Steve and Thor put in more effort than any other’s Tony had ever encountered. They’d waited for him to arrive after all, instead of converging on the scared omega in a group of two alpha primes and two alphas—even Bruce’s serene beta wouldn’t have been enough to calm her. Steve realized that Tony was put off, had made the effort to notice the shift in the delta’s demeanor, and moved to offer comfort if he should want it.  

“I doubt she has much,” Bruce had his arms crossed over his chest, one hand rubbing at his chin as he stared towards the house, “I can’t decide if her body chemistry is just a 180° of what it should be because of the suppressants or if there’s something else.”  

“You called her something earlier, when we were walking through the woods,” the blond had already started pulling bags from the back of her Tahoe, setting them gently on the ground so that his delta and beta could begin looking through them, “you called her classical?”  

“Classical presenting omegas? It’s a theory that started cropping up in the late nineties,” Tony’s hand bobbed slightly in the air, “widely debated in accuracy. There have been very, very few case studies but they’re pretty promising—essentially, we’re looking at traits that were bred out of omegas a thousand years ago or more that are starting to crop up again due to environmental and cultural stressors.”  

“Or,” Bruce sent the delta a stern look, “it could be the result of genetics; omegas on both sides of the family likely went extremely scarce, to the point of nonexistence. Both parents must’ve carried the same near ancient recessive genotypes, the alleles would’ve had to match up perfectly in order to produce offspring with those traits.”  

“Like I said, it’s widely debated,” Tony rolled his eyes affectionately at the beta, riffling through the bag at his feet, “either way, our omega is displaying traits that haven’t been prominent since the 10th century.”  

“What do we need to do? What do we need to watch out for?” If alpha primes were only good for one thing, it was determining the necessary course of action for their packs’ safety and prosperity.  

“There’s no way to tell for sure exactly what we’re looking at, except for an omega who’s biology is incredibly convoluted and—” the sound Bruce made was one of disdain as he pulled a ziplock with what must’ve been at least a hundred small blue pills in it from one of her bags, “chemically altered beyond belief. How could she even get a hold of so many suppressants?”  

“She’s willful,” Steve sighed, tossing a matching baggy towards the disheveled beta, “Even Peter’s purr doesn’t affect her the way it should, it’s a good thing Thor and I coexist so well—keeping her in hand would be difficult for one prime.”  

“Jesus Christ,” Tony’s jaw dropped as he withdrew a fucking machete from one of the bags, the several hunting knives, snares, and fishing lures neatly arranged in the bag barely even shifting at the jerky movement, “can you imagine an omega using one of these?”  

“That one I can,” the blond snorted, gesturing back over his shoulder with one thumb, “if she’d managed to grab that bag we’d be a couple of packmates short.”  

“This is the one she was about to make a run with,” Bruce held up a wallet, opening it a moment later, “no debit or credit cards, driver’s license for Colorado, local library card, $200 in American money.”  

“There’s a wallet in this one too,” Steve frowned, unzipping it and peeking inside, “looks about the same, license is out of Quebec though—and another library card. No cash in this one though.”  

“I bet it’s hidden in there,” Tony stated, having already pulled out two fifty dollar bills from a small hole in the seam of the inside of his chosen bag, “oh, here’s the suppressant stash from this one.”  

The sound of tires on gravel distracted the three of them, head’s popping up to see Bucky and Carol making their way down the driveway in a dark green Jeep Wrangler. Both looked antsy and there were shopping bags piled so high in the back seat Bucky couldn’t see out of the rear view mirror. Carol was out of the car before it even came to a complete stop, coming to stand in the middle of the chaos of neatly packed bags.  

“This is all she had?” The blonde alpha questioned, frowning at the three remaining boxes and the camping equipment in the back of the Tahoe, eyes briefly passing over the contents of the bags on the ground, “good thing we went overboard with the shopping.”  

“Did you buy her any clothes?” Bruce questioned, looking at a faded, threadbare old t-shirt he’d just withdrawn from the bottom of the duffle, “everything she has is either full of holes or has been washed so much it’s practically see through.”  

“We bought everything,” Bucky answered as he dropped down from the lifted Jeep, “clothes, toiletries, collars, nesting supplies—we grabbed some of those omega diet essentials too, the vitamins and the powder stuff they’re supposed to have.”  

“She inside?” Carol interjected before the conversation could be continued, “I wanna see her.”  

“Thor and Peter took her inside to get cleaned up about 10 minutes ago, Sam’s starting on dinner,” Steve stepped to the side and motioned the two towards the house, “be gentle, she’s… she’s having a hard time.”  

“Have we figured out how long she’s been hiding for?” Bucky ignored his friend’s gesture, turning back towards the Jeep to retrieve several bags, “Wanda told us what sizes to buy but wouldn’t say anything else about her.”  

“This ID says she’s thirty-two,” Steve flicked the plastic ID, having dropped the rest of the wallet back in the bag, “Bruce, what did the one you had say?”  

“Twenty-nine,” the beta’s response was quick enough that the alpha prime knew he’d memorized the details of the ID and anything else he’d found in the bag already, “there’s no telling how long she’s been on her own though—at least a few years considering how well established she is living from her car.”  

“She has two different IDs?” Carol’s eyebrow raised, taking several of the shopping bags Bucky passed her without complaint.  

“And at least a thousand doses of suppressants,” Tony snorted, “a machete, I’m pretty sure if we keep digging we’ll find a gun—”  

“Thank you Tony,” Steve cut the delta off before he could start any nonsense, “we’ve found two wallets with two IDs so far, but she’s got three more bags like this and then those boxes. We’re just trying to sort what she needs from what she doesn’t right now.��  

“How is she?” Bucky’s question was obviously directed at his fellow delta, eyes not wavering even when he saw Steve and Bruce exchange glances.  

“She called me a manipulative monster and tried to bite me.”

“There’s no telling how long she’s been hiding, or what she went through before she started hiding—or even what she’s been through while she’s been hiding,” Bruce sent the delta a look that bordered on provoked, “and you were being antagonistic.”  

“I was not, I was just—”  

“Being yourself, huh?” Carol smirked, dodging past the men and heading up the path towards the mansion before the billionaire could respond.  

“What, you guys think we should’ve waited for the sentient iceberg?” Tony jabbed his thumb towards Bucky, “his delta charm is rustier than that heap of metal we found attached to his arm after he pulled you out of the Potomac.” 

“You don’t even know what charm is yah fuckin’ grifter.”  

Steve dropped his forehead into his hand; there was a consistent theme in large packs that resulted in deltas being at each other’s throats constantly. It would only get worse when Loki arrived, the third of the trio was an entirely different breed of antagonistic. Steve was absolutely sure that all of his packmates looked upon each other with affection, at least 99% of the time, but Tony, Loki, and Bucky fought constantly without an omega’s balancing presence.  

The clearing of a throat silenced the squabbling deltas, attention immediately going to where Bruce stood with a stack of notebooks in his hand, “one of the boxes has notebooks and library books, the other has dry foods. She’s got a sleeping bag, tent, a water filtration system—anything she could need to survive in the woods or her car for an extended period of time.”  

“No notebooks or food in the go bags?” Bucky frowned, arms crossing over his chest and he shifted his weight when they all responded negatively, “I could understand why the notebooks wouldn’t be a priority to bring with her, but no food?”  

“From her supplies it looks like she’s probably a passable hunter, food would take up too much space if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Looks like she prefers hunting knives to bread and peanut butter,” the beta shrugged, motioning to the piles he’d been organizing while Steve tried to mediate the deltas squabble, “each of her bags has a wallet with an ID, cash hidden somewhere, a change of clothing, a bag of suppressants, water filtering tablets, the hunting knife, matches, a water bottle and a thermal blanket.” 

“Pragmatic,” Bucky muttered quietly as he stepped up to the trunk of the Tahoe, glancing at the box of notebooks and library books, “Neotropical Diversification, Monoco—what the fuck, Mono-coty-ledons? Avian Genomics in Ecology and Evolution, Orientation and Navigation in Vertebrates. I don’t know what half of those words even mean, and they’re titles of books.”  

“That’s all environment biology—ecology,” Tony’s eyebrows went up, “niche stuff too, higher level.”  

“Good thing there’s a lot of us to keep her brain occupied,” Bruce’s lips split into a small grin, eyes directed at the pile of knives, “otherwise she’d be difficult to manage. Whatever happened in the meantime, it seems she might’ve attended university at some point—this level of understanding is usually somewhere in a graduate program, although it’s a pretty wide variety of specific topics that aren’t generally associated with each other.” 

“They are library books,” Tony stated with a shrug, “maybe it was all she could get her hands on at this level. We did find multiple library cards, all to different library districts. The ones she has now are all from the same district—does she have any Canadian IDs?”  

“One from Quebec and one from Ontario,” the beta pointed out two bags, one of which was sitting by Steve’s feet, “those two bags. The other IDs were Colorado, Alaska, and Michigan. We’ll have to figure out which one is real, if she has a real one. The name of the housekeeper the company assigned to us matches the Ontario ID.”  

“This is insane,” Steve sighed, shoulders heaving with the breath, “she must be running from something, hiding.”  

“Wanda will tell us, I’m sure,” Bucky’s flesh hand landed on the blond’s shoulder with a clap, fingers squeezing momentarily, “for now, how about we just focus on getting her settled in the cabin with her things.”  

“Should we let her get settled here?” Bruce frowned, a worried line creasing his forehead, “I’m worried it could be detrimental, for her to adapt here and have to move to the compound once our vacation is over. As soon as she starts to get comfortable she’s gonna be uprooted all over again.”  

“We’ll discuss it tonight at dinner,” Steve spoke before anyone else could prolong the debate, “Hopefully Natasha, Clint, and Loki will get here in time. Sam’s making lasagna, said we wouldn’t be eating until late anyway. Let’s bring everything in, minus the things she doesn’t need.”  

“Nesting supplies to the laundry room?”  

“Yeah, toiletries to Nat and Wanda’s bathroom. Put her clothes with mine or Thor’s,” the blond alpha instructed, heaving several bags into each arm before turning on his heel and heading into the house, “leave the camping supplies, we’ll lock up what she doesn’t need back in the garage for now.”  

Her scent, chemically masked and altered, was emanating through the entire cabin, he could smell it the moment he stepped over the threshold. Everything looked spotless and he smiled, ducking his head slightly to hide it; he liked that the whole house smelled like his omega—their omega, who’d spent a lot of time and effort making everything look perfect for their arrival.  

Wanda and Carol were in the living room, bathed in the light of the sun just beginning its descent. The stairs, one set leading up and one down, were straight ahead, blocking the view of the kitchen, dining room, and study. The parlor to his left featured haphazardly abandoned suitcases, the rest of the pack who couldn’t quite be bothered at the moment to properly deal with their things.  

The smell got stronger up the stairs, he could hear the low rumble of both Thor and Peter’s combined purr. Their omega was in distress—alpha’s struggled when omegas were in distress and Steve imagined both were getting their hearts twisted in their chests. His packmates dispersed to follow their assigned tasks, Bruce joining Sam in the kitchen to help with dinner. Steve dropped bags at the appropriate doors in the hall before making his way through Thor’s room and into the bathroom, where the two alphas were practically piled in the tub with their omega.  

Peter sat on the edge of the tub, pants rolled up past his knees and his legs in the water where she was leant up against them. Thor was half in the water, shirt gone as he leaned over to clean the mud and grime from her skin, manipulating her limp limbs gently.  

“I take it she didn’t want a bath,” Steve murmured, eyes flashing around the half destroyed bathroom.  

“She can fight my purr more than we expected,” Peter looked almost bashful, the hand that wasn’t stroking her cheek running over the back of his head.  

“Omegas on Asgard are very similar to her,” Thor commented quietly, still focused on his task, “its why I found them so meek when I first arrived—Omegas are willful and determined. She just needs to be trained, her behavior can be corrected.”  

“I know there are omega protests sometimes, but I’ve never seen one completely reject packs,” the brunet alpha was frowning, “they have biological requirements for interaction with others—her body can’t generate certain chemicals without the necessary pheromones that the different presentations provide. It could stunt her immune system, damage hormone glands like the thyroid and—”  

“We’ll get all of that figured out Peter, we can fix anything that’s wrong with her,” Steve told himself it wasn’t a false promise, “it’ll just take time and a lot of effort. Let’s get her dressed and up to the attic. Bucky took all of the extra bedding for nesting to wash but we can make do with what we’ve got temporarily, the scents might help.”  

“Would you grab one of my shirts?” Thor asked, looking back at the other prime imploringly; it wasn’t just a simple request—Thor was asking that their shared omega be scented by his clothing first.  

Steve hadn’t been born an alpha prime. Sometimes, he felt like a delta that had been gutted and pumped with morphine—his empathy had been stolen, replaced with strength and adrenaline and aggression. He missed the part of himself that allowed him the deeper connection with others, the amount of effort he had to expend to determine the emotions of his pack made him feel like an alien (especially if they weren’t telegraphed by scent), but sometimes it was okay. Sometimes, it meant he had a wider understanding than other alpha primes because while he didn’t retain the heightened sense, he knew where to start to unravel their puzzles.  

With Thor it was easiest. All he really had to do was follow his own stream of consciousness—wanting the omega clean and warm and fed and scented. He wanted her to smell like him, wanted her wrapped in his clothes, his blankets, he wanted it beneath her skin and seeping from her pores. And so did Thor. The Aesir was asking Steve to take a loss, to not fight him for the right to scent her first.  

It was a good thing he hadn’t been an alpha prime, or the request would’ve absolutely ended in some sort of dominance display. Aggression had immediately surged though his chest at the question, the challenge, the demand, he needed to prove he deserved it more—Steve shook his head firmly, cleared his throat, and rolled his shoulders back before making eye contact with the other prime.  

“Sure thing, any in particular?”  

There was relief on Thor’s face, along with understanding; he was fully aware of the sacrifice Steve was making and the effort it took to make it, “I know you’ll chose the right thing.”  

They didn’t realize their omega was practically having an out of body experience­—that she felt like she was hovering over her own body, watching in horror as the two alpha primes who’s mingled scents she was sure marked each and every one of their packmates, communicated like real people. The suppressants hadn’t completely brutalized her scent receptors or hindbrain; she’d known there was something too much about the blond alphas, something that whispered to her omega senses. They were alpha primes and that was a nightmare.

Because alpha primes weren’t supposed to co-habitate. They didn’t share. They were aggressive, territorial, verging on violent. The idea that the two had somehow weaseled their way through that instinctive disposition upon meeting, had managed to form a pack—it didn’t bear thinking about. All she needed to think about was getting out quickly, before something irreversible happened and she was trapped forever. 

[justreadingfics]

Looking For a Heartbeat (19/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, some angst, lots  of pinning, use of hormones as an excuse.  

A/N: @suz-123 is my angel and I love her. Links are messing up posts, you can find the masterlist link on my description.

“Hey.” Your smile is bright as you spot Bucky walking into the Doctor Nadine ́s waiting room.

“Hi,” He smiles back. As handsome as ever. He’s been keeping his face with nothing but a light stubble lately and the little jump in your heart reminds you that, despite loving his full beard; you also have a huge soft spot for that look. Maybe it’s because the light shade enhances the outlines of his beautiful and plump lips. He’s sporting his customary outfit: white henley and dark jeans which enhances every single delightful part of him as he walks and his many, hard muscles move through the fabric.

The sting on your lips makes you notice you’re biting them as you stare at him. You blink and swiftly compose yourself as he takes a seat next to you.

“Am I late?” If he noticed your shameless gawking, he doesn't let it show.

Goddamn those pregnant hormones, and goddamn Bucky for not helping at all by being that extraordinarily hot on a daily basis, only adding to your increasing frustration.

“Not at all. Doctor Nadine is, though.” You try to put on some nonchalance into your voice to disguise your current state of…distress.

“Here.” Only when he hands it to you, you notice the little paper bag in his hands.

Accepting the bag, you smirk and side eye him, as he shrugs.  You laugh when you find in your hands a stuffed little pig, all white except for some greyish brown stamps all over it and the nose and the inside of the ears, which are pink.

“I couldn’t resist.” He looks guilty as a shy smile curls up his lips, “The clerk said it's from a Disney movie called Moana.”

“It will look awesome next to the Unicorn.” You grin, pressing the stuffie against your cheek and relishing in its fluffiness before placing it back in the bag, “Speaking of that, the kids were pretty bummed by you leaving earlier yesterday. You have a couple of new fans.”

A chuckle rumbles through his chest, “They’re awesome…” His lively expression falls a bit as his eyes bore into yours and he bites the inside of his cheeks, “I had to sort something out... with Anna.”

“Oh…” You still feel his eyes on you as you turn ahead at the information, averting his eyes from him. “Ok.”

You both stay quiet. The silence isn't comfortable at all as you tap your fingers on your thigh, gripping the little bag hard in your hand. The unspoken question tugging at your tongue as dread pinches the pit of your stomach. God, you hate feeling like that.

“And did you?” You can’t hold it back anymore. “Sort things out?”

“Yeah, actually.” Bucky looks down as his eyebrows snap together, “It was a good talk.” Bucky nods, almost as if he’s talking to himself.

“Good.” You repeat his words, tightening your lips in a failed attempt of forming a smile for him, “Good, good, good…” The mumble slips out quietly from your lips as you turn your head to stare ahead, legs distractedly bouncing.  

“It was a very good chat.” Bucky talks again and you hum in acknowledgement. “We admitted our mistakes. Forgave each other.”

The sting is sharp against your chest as your heart drops to your stomach. You just nod, gulping down the lump in your throat, without once looking back at him. You shouldn’t be feeling like this… anxious… jealous... Weren’t you the very one to tell him he should talk to Anna?  Listen to her? Very sensible of you, right? You fight the urge to roll your eyes at yourself right before you hear his voice again.

“It was good to close this chapter. Getting romantically involved was a mistake.”

Your face snap to him. His eyes were already on you, but you can’t quite read his guarded expression.

“We agreed on that and now we can move on.” He adds, softly. His hands linked together of his thighs.

“Oh, so you ́re not back together.” You ask as your unwise faltering heart needs a confirmation.

He simply shakes his head.

“Good.” You definitely shouldn’t sound as joyful as you do. You clear your throat and try to keep an even expression on your face, for good measure.  “I mean… Are you ok?” You ask with honest worry. Despite the stupid feelings that keep making a fuzz of your chest, you know what Anna means to Bucky and, yeah, if it meant he would be happy, it would hurt you, but you would understand if they had gotten back together.    

“Yeah.” His lips curl down, “I was a jerk to her. You told me I would hurt her, and I did.” He shrugs, and you see the little bone in his throat moving as he swallows.

“Oh, Bucky, I-”

“But we're good now.” He nods to himself, not allowing you to lie and say you really didn’t mean that. You did. It doesn’t mean you’re happy about it, but you knew in  heart at  the time that he would end up hurting her. Running away is never the answer.  You learned this the hard way.

“Ok,” You nod, keeping the thoughts to yourself.  

His eyes meet yours and  you spot the softness in them when he speaks, just as softly, “Time to move on.”

You smile at each other.  A shared smile full of unspoken words. But it’s also full of history and easy and honest and it keeps plastered on your face the whole day.

~~~

A tiny kick makes you place your hand over your round stomach and smile.

“Are you waking up, peanut?” You mumble to your belly, drawing small circles over it.

You’re a little bit more than 29 weeks now and the baby has been making themselves noticeable for a few weeks already.  What started out as a fluttery sensation now has turned into full kicks and jabs. A child of two Avengers, no doubt about that. You love feeling them. Well, maybe except when the little brat hits you with the force of a tiny super soldier in your ribs, which they’ve been very keen to do the last few days.

The baby is big. So damn big  and heavy. 20 inches and already 7 pounds. A whole lot more than expected if they didn’t have a super DNA in them. As they develop that strong, it’s been getting more and more difficult for your body to carry the pregnancy. The appointments have been more frequent, almost daily. Doctor Nadine estimates you won’t get to the 39th or 40th  week, which has been making you a bit anxious, of course. As much as you’re dying to see the little face of your peanut, a premature birth is never ideal. What makes you sleep easier at night is that Tony’s has gone over the top and there’s medical assistance available for you 24/7 at a short walking distance to the Tower’s med bay.  

You and Bucky have been discussing names. He’s been allowing you to come up with all the options so he doesn’t let the sex slip with a biased suggestion. After hours, days and weeks of research and debates, so far you’ve narrowed it down to Mary or Ava if it’s a girl and Theo or Lucas, if it’s a boy. Being one of the best spies in the world, he didn’t put on any expression or say anything that could spill the beans.

Speaking of the daddy, he’s always around, always bringing a little cute souvenirs which he absolutely couldn’t resist buying on his way over the tower. He’s still living at his little apartment in Brooklyn and whether this would change after the baby arrived or not you don’t know and, to be honest, you won’t ask. You’ve been talking and talking and talking, but nothing more than things related solely to the baby. Anything that could lead to certain topics or interpretations have been avoided. Having him around has been more than you could ever wish for and you wouldn’t handle him getting scared and running away from you again.

You’ve decided to continue living at the tower after the baby is born, for the team of uncles and aunts pure joy. It is the safest place on earth, and the floor Tony has been remodeling into a mega apartment for you is almost ready and perfect. He’s been taking care of everything and you really don’t mind. You were never one to really care about decorations and stuff and it’s his way of showing love, so you gladly accept it. Well, except for the nursery, which you and Bucky were adamant to be responsible for and have been working on the room together.

Just right now, he and Steve are applying the wallpaper you two have chosen and putting the crib together while you’re in your new kitchen, which is already done and fully functional, squeezing some fresh lemonade for the two hard workers.

After you place the Jar and the glasses on a tray, you walk towards the nursery, but what you find when you cross the opened door makes you choke on air and almost drop all the lemonade to the floor.

Bucky. Standing on a ladder. Shirtless. With his built, bare back to you as he reaches the roller up to glue the highest part of the wallpaper. His locks are trapped in one of those damn low buns of his, as droplets of sweat ran down the deepened line between the muscles of his back. Your eyes descend his body and meet his jeans hanging low, showing you a large stripe of the black boxes he has underneath.

Shit. It’s been like this now. Just the sight of him making you dizzy and most definitely… bothered. As a rush of heat washes over your core, you tell yourself it’s the damn hormones fault and, of course, you being completely sex deprived for so long, but you’re not really sure if it’s really this or the fact you have him around you almost all the time now, and having him around had always been enough to cause a number on your body reactions.

You hear an inhuman sound when he stretches his back. Your eyes widen at the realization the sound must’ve come out from you when he looks over his shoulder and spots you there: pathetically standing by the door, holding a tray with lemonade, dumbly staring at him.

He smiles and promptly climbs down the stairs, “Hey,” He greets as he drops the roller on the floor, covered by newspaper, and walks towards you, using his forearm to clean some sweat off his forehead.

Goddamn.

“Hey,” You mumble back, somewhat breathless as his broad, shirtless, sweaty figure stands in front of you. Your tongue darts out to run over your dry lips.

“So? What do you think?”

“What?” You blink.

He narrowed his eyes at you an chuckles before pointing his hand towards the walls.

“Oh.” You jump, finally taking your eyes off of him to let them roam around the room. The balloons wallpaper is neatly glued, and you can see the room turning into a nursery by his hands, “Oh, Bucky.” You sigh, already feeling tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Yeah, besides horny as fuck, you’ve been easily emotional, too. “It’s perfect.” A huge smile across your face.

His smile matches yours, “It’s almost done. Steve went to his room to grab a toolkit so we can start putting the crib together.” He nods towards the closed box on the floor behind him, before his eyes drop to the trail in your hands.

“Oh, I brought you guys some lemonade.” You lift the trail, “I figured you’d be thirsty.”

When his gaze meet yours again, you spot the change in his eyes, the blue a bit darker and a hint of amusement sparkling on them, “You have no idea.” His voice drops a note and laces you by the core.

You swallow thickly, not sure if he’s deliberately trying to drive you crazy or it’s your pregnant dirty mind making you see things.

“Ahm, h-here,” you stutter and move fast to place the trail on a worktable which is right beside you and pour him a glass, handing it to him and trying to pay no attention to the flames burning you up from the inside.

You, obviously, can’t take your eyes off of him as he thanks you with a smirk and brings it to his lips. His eyes close as he gulped down the whole glass all at once. Your gaze drops to the scars on his chest… He must’ve got them treated, because they’re light and clean, almost blending to his skin. Very different from the angry marks you used to trace your fingers on while he was sleeping, feeling him sigh deeply under your touch-  

“Hmmm, ice cold and full of sugar. Delicious.” He licks his lips and your gaze snap up to his face, taking you out from your mind filled with memories.

“Of course,” You chuckle, “That’s the right way of lemonade.” As he laughs and his eyes crinkle adorably, you spot a drop slipping from his lips and running down his jaw. You need to do something about it, don’t you? Lemon could damage his skin, after all.  “Ahm, you have a… let me-” You reach to his face and he stiffens when you delicately brush your thumb over the his jaw to catch the drop. You sense the twitch on his jawbone, when, almost unconsciously, your hand cup his face and you let your thumb skim up to the corner of his lips.

You don’t know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it. All you focus is on the loud hammering of your heart as his eyes flutter close and he leans on your touch. You breathe through your parted lips and your gaze falls down to his mouth. His beautiful and rosy lips... It’s been so long since you got the chance to kiss them…  

“Ouch.” Your hand flies from Bucky’s face to your belly.

Bucky’s eyes swiftly open. For a second he seems lost, as if he’s just woken up from a dream and didn’t know exactly where he was.  When he spots your hand on your belly his eyes go round, “What’s happening? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” You chuckle, “The baby has kicked me. They’ve been doing this a lot, but it has never felt so strong-ah-” You gasp and laugh as your eyebrows draw together when the little one hits another heavy strike.

“Oh,” Bucky breathes, looking down at your belly as pure awe takes over his face. When he glances up to you, his eyes is evidently glowing with expectancy, “C-can I?” He hesitantly asked, raising his hand in direction of your belly just as timidly.

When you nod and takes your hand from your stomach to allow him to touch it, he immediately places the empty glass of lemonade on the worktable and steps closer to you. Not until that day Bucky had asked to touch your belly… The gentle touch of his hand through your dress is almost too much as the electricity runs down your spine unbidden and makes your heart race.

“Here.” Taking in a shuddering breath, you place your hand over his to slowly move it to the right spot where he would be able to feel the baby. He’s so close to you… so close.

“I-I can’t feel anything.” The disappointment is evident in his voice and in the small pout that follows.

“Ahm, why don’t try talking to them?” You suggest and he glances up at you, “It usually works for me.” You shrug.

His eyes narrow and he smiles tightly after focusing on your belly again. Your hand still covering his.

“What should I say?” He whispers.

“Um, why don’t start with “hello ``''?

“Ok…” He nods before taking in a deep sigh, “Hello, my baby.” He murmurs softly and carefully strokes your belly, “I’m your daddy.”

Just like that, as if it had been planned out, you feel the kick. Bucky promptly lets out a breathy smile.

“It was a big one. Did you feel it?” You ask, quietly, trying hard to not ruin their moment.

He nods quickly, his lips pressed hard against one another. As his gaze remains down, yours remain on him. His forehead almost touches yours and you try to breathe. The magic you had experienced moments before enveloping the both of you again. The three of you, actually.  

“I can’t wait to see you,” He keeps talking to your baby and it kicks again, “I love you so much already, my baby.” The blue of his watery eyes meet yours, “Our baby.”

Your melt under his words as you sulk in a breath and nod, “Our baby.” Your hand tightens the grip on his as the warmth of a single tear runs down your cheek.

Every single one of your days, you spend trying to suppress, deny and bury the feelings, the stubborn and immeasurable love you have for him. The love you once felt so afraid of…Because it’s the right thing to do. It’s what’s best for you, but most importantly it’s what’s best for him… You’re not afraid of this love anymore… You haven’t been afraid of it for a long time now. But he is. He is and what you’re afraid of is he’ll run away from it, from you…

Every day is a fight against your feelings, sometimes you lose, others you win. Today...one simple touch and the fight is slipping off your grasp...  

His right hand doesn’t move from where he feels your baby saying hello to him, while you shudder at the cold sensation of metal meeting your middle before his arm circle your waist, pulling you closer to him as the warmth of his body rolls off to yours. Your legs turn into jelly and you’re grateful for his hold keeping you stand. He drops his forehead to yours and all you have to do is move one inch and you would be able to feel the taste of him again, after so long…

“Bucky…” You whisper, as your eyes flutter.

“Hey, pal. I think this will do it-”

You could feel the soft brush of Bucky’s lips on yours before you quickly let go of him, ceasing any kind of contact as Steve bursts into the room.  

“Ahm, am I interrupting anything?” Steve asks, frozen in place with the toolkit in hands, after an uncomfortable silence settled in the room.

From the corner of your eyes, you spot Bucky, with hands on each side of his waist and head hanging low as his chest heavies, “No, of course not.” You put on a smile for a skeptical Steve, “I was just here to bring you two some lemonade. There it is.” You point to the jar, “Help yourself, Steve. Ahm, I – I gotta go to the bathroom, my bladder is the size of a marble, now, you know? I’ll come back later for the tray.” You cringe rushing to the way out without taking a breath to spill the words, or sparing another glance at Bucky before you leave the room.

Today, you lost.

~~~

Ch. 20 coming soon(ish)

[kuuderepunkin]

hi there!! how are you? can i get a male matchup for bnha/haikyuu please? i have auburn hair and brown eyes, i’m 5’5 and i have freckles. i’m really mute and shy around new people but once i’m comfortable with you, i’m super affectionate and i’ll be such a tease. i’ll admit i can be a bit childish sometimes, i have a bunch of stuffed animals and sometimes i’ll whine and pout to get my way. i’m sensitive but not in the way you think, if someone insults me i’ll insult them back in ease, but if i found out someone ate my leftovers i’ll cry for hours. but even though i’m all of this, i know when to get serious. some of my friends consider me as the “mom friend” since i always lecture them when they do something wrong, or when i try my best to stay them out of trouble, i always carry a mini first aid kit around and some snacks just in case when i’m with my friends. my hobbies include: volleyball, baking, babysitting, reading, writing, and arts and crafts. i’m an infp and 9w1 if that helps as well !! thank you sm and i hope you have a great day !! (you can ignore this if you don’t want to do mines jsbdjdh)

I hope I did alright! I know there’s some more great characters in Haikyuu but I’ve only seen up to the end of season 2 (thanks Netflix..) so I hope I dd alright!! (And shhh no I wouldn’t ignore it for the world I just hope I did alright!) 

Haikyuu!!! Match up: Nishinoya Yuu 

  After reading your description my first instinct was to pair you with Nishinoya, you two seem really similar and you being an INFP means you get along with people who are like minded. But also your more mature nature can help keep him out of too much trouble. Also the mini first aid kit? Very handy as he is a libero and tends to get scuffed up and hurt a lot. I also considered Hinata but I feel like Nishinoya is a bit better as he wouldn’t be a carbon copy of you. Hinata likes to be childish and will cause a lot of problems for the two of you, while Nishinoya is more aware of his maturity. 

Teddy bear pile? Teddy bear pile. Whatever do I mean? You have a bunch of stuffed animals, I bet he does, and if he doesn’t he’s going to buy you even more- and then you guys can pile them into a giant mountain and cuddle on top of it! 

This boy loves to watch you insult people, but if it’s because someone insulted you first the two of you will be yelling back insults. He will defend your honor! 

He likes to kiss your freckles, each one gets a kiss as he holds your face in his hands gently squishing your cheeks if you wiggle because it tickles. 

He loves staring into your eyes, his eyes just sparkle in joy. IDK why people say brown eyes aren’t pretty- because I could start at them and pick apart all day, the shades are beautiful. And Yuu is no different, and depending on the lighting he will drag you around to see how your eyes look in those lightings. 

If someone makes you cry over something “silly” he is ready to fight, no one makes you upset no matter the reason. Had it been someone stole your food he’s going to track them down and tell you to give it back, if they haven’t already eaten it, and if they have they’re going to have to treat you to lunch. 

He honestly doesn’t mind if you scold him when he does something wrong because it means you’re talking to him! But he actually listens to what you have to say, and will try to be better and do better for you!

As your boyfriend he is going to come to you to beg for snacks, he’ll just hug into you and look up (since you’re 2 inches taller it makes it perfect for his puppy dog eyes). This boy works hard so he eats hard, so he adores you for giving him snacks and he’s always so grateful. He loudly thanks you and praises you and then thanks you again. 

Nishinoya would love to play volleyball with you, he asks if you’re okay hitting hard shots because he wants to practice his libero skills as deflecting hard to hit balls. If you just want to play for fun he would agree and honestly not mind. He wants you to be happy, too. So if that means a casual game then he’s going to play casually! 

Baking with him is super fun, he makes a mess but not one that’s horrible to clean up. It’s more like when you’re measuring the dry ingredients. And once you mix the wet ingredients in he might fling a little at you, or boop it on your nose just so he can kiss it off. Somehow gets some on his face while he’s mixing. 

Yuu also likes to get in on doing arts and crafts with you despite maybe not being great at them he has a lot of fun. He kind of uses too much glue so you might have to teach him how to “do” the crafts correctly but he doesn’t get upset about your criticism, rather takes it to heart and tries to do better!

When he finds a craft kit at the store his eyes light up and he buys and it brings it home to the two of you saying you two should do this together! 

Boku No Hero Academia match up: Mirio Togata

I thought about going with someone similar to Nishinoya, that being Kirishima or Tetsutetsu but Mirio needs some love, and the kind of love he has to offer differs from that of our more boisterous boys. Besides he can be effective as the mom friend when you want to be more chaotic, and he doesn’t mind being the one who has to take responsibility because seeing you have fun is really cute to him. Big boy is also very smart so he can meet some of your more knowledge based interests. Arts and crafts with kids! Arts and crafts with kids! Artsandcraftswithki-

Mirio adores you freckles and how your hair perfectly frames you features, he likes to put his hands on your face and push his nose into yours for little bunny like kisses. 

He’s pretty tall and loves to pick you up, he’s trained a long time so he’s very proud of his strength and he just thinks it's so adorable to pick up your girlfriend. He likes to have you perched on his shoulder. 

And Mirio can keep up with your playful teasing, he blushes and then thanks you but he doesn’t get too dishealved by them and can still function. 

He’s great with working with people to find a compromise so if you’re ever pouting he will do his best to find a solution to whatever the problem may have been to start out with. 

If he catches you being upset over something people don’t commonly cry over he may panic at first, but then he slowly learns how to specifically help you. So when someone takes your food he hunts them down and lectures them, and then he takes care of getting you some replacement food. It doesn’t matter how “silly” the problem seems he gives a million percent at fixing it!!! 

Your shy personality doesn’t bother him at all and he’s great at socializing with people of all types and so he knows when he has to help you out in situations where you may be too shy to speak for yourself. 

He loves to win you prizes, especially giant teddy bears. Either at festivals or from vending machines he puts his all in giving you the prize which you desire! Or one he desires to give to you. 

If you’re ever super tired and fall asleep somewhere without one of your plushies he will coo and bring you one and then tuck you into sleep and then lay down next to you. He doesn’t have the heart to wake you up, but you look so lonely he can’t help but want to stay by your side and bring a stuffed companion for you to hold. If there’s enough room he will join you but if you fall asleep on a narrow couch he’ll opt to sit on the ground and rest there until you wake up. 

The two of you are such parents to your friends, but it’s in a cute way not an overbearing helicopter parent kind of way. You two will scold them about their dangerous actions, and he will stand there with his hands on his hips shaking his head and agreeing with you. 

All the while he adores how motherly you can be, seeing you patch up your friend with your first aid kit or watching children makes him gush. It’s just so cute, he loves kids, too so finding someone as compassionate as him is really heartwarming. 

He will play volleyball with you but I expect some shenanigans, unless the two of you are on the same team he’s kind of a tease. But in the nicest manner, if he even senses you getting frustrated he stops being such a dork. 

While if he’s on your team he sets up the best serves, or does his best to get you in the best position for you to have fun. 

He loves to baby sit with you and read books to the kids. Mirio finds it adorable when the kids comment on how tall he is and they ask to hang from his arms, he can’t help but agree. And maybe you scold him and tell him it’s a good way to hurt the kids if they ever fell and then he’d be like a puppy because he can’t say no to the kids! You’re going to have to show him how to be more assertive towards children. 

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Sucker

Characters: Charlie Bradbury x Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Word Count: 1,895

Warnings: possession angst but overall fluff

Summary: There is anything Charlie wouldn’t do for you and you for her. So, she might know something is up when even the smallest of things are off.

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Fandom: Supernatural

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

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You believe in soulmates or at least a version of it. While you think there is more than one person right for someone, you do believe that each connection a person makes will always be special and be unique compared to the other ones. Throughout your life, you’ve had many girlfriends that have come and gone, and some of them will stick with you until you die. Whether that be because of the things you two went through, their personality, or the memories, but you’ll hold that relationship dear to your heart.

There will be other girlfriends, but you didn't think anyone would have a bigger impact on you than Charlie Bradbury. There was something so special about her, and what she stood for, you knew you would go to the ends of the world in order to make her happy, to see her smile.

When you realized you would do that, that’s when you figured out that you were just a sucker for her, and she for you.

We go together Better than birds of a feather, you and me We change the weather, yeah I'm feeling heat in December when you're 'round me

“You must be Charlie. I’m Y/N,” you introduced yourself to the redhead. The Winchesters needed help on a case and called you, so you met up with them since you owed them a few favors. If they had told you they were bringing such a beautiful woman with them, you would have made yourself more presentable.

“It’s nice to meet you. Dean and Sam have told me so much about you,” she grinned. Even her smile was perfect.

“They haven’t really mentioned you, but if they had, I would be more smitten. You’re just so beautiful,” you complimented her. She blushed darkly at her cheeks, giving her usual pale look a bit of color.

“Aw, you two are cute,” Sam muttered loud enough for you to hear.

“I’m sure you two can get to know each other later, but right now, we have a dying woman to save,” Derek interrupted.

“Right, yeah. Remind me to buy you a drink later one,” you whispered to Charlie as you walked with them to the Impala. “Fair warning, though, tequila makes me a bit of a slut.”

“Oh,” she blushed darker as she got into the car. From then on, you just knew that you and Charlie were going to be inseparable. You felt it in the connection, through the playful air, and how the Winchesters reacted to you two being together. She was the one for you, and if she didn’t know it already, you were going to prove yourself worthy to her no matter how long it takes.

I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars I follow you through the dark, can't get enough You're the medicine and the pain, the tattoo inside my brain And, baby, you know it's obvious

The one thing that the Winchesters always told you was to get a tattoo of the anti-possession symbol just in case you had to deal with demons on a hunt or in your everyday life. While you aren’t bothered by tattoos, you just didn’t want them on you. Instead of branding your skin with the mark, you always wore a necklace that meant the same thing. It never came off you, and it was too tight and secure around your neck for you to worry about it falling off.

Since tonight was a slow night, you took Charlie to a bar after a hunt was over. It was a long one, but you made it through in the end. Taking a seat at the bar, you ordered two easy drinks to start in order to loosen up your body.

“Thanks for buying,” Charlie smiled.

“Anything for you, sugar,” you winked. The drinks came, and you passed one to her. Clinking glasses, you downed it before she had a chance to put the glass to her lips. The whole night,y you two ended up staying at the bar until you couldn’t see straight. Since they were closing early, you suggested bar hopping because you didn’t want the night to end just yet. Stumbling out of the bar with a smile on your face, you two walked down the street until you hit another bar.

It was about two in the morning when you hit your last bar. The stars were singing to you, Charlie was looking more and more delicious, and you couldn’t wait to take her home. Your body wanted her more than ever, but even in your drunken state, your mind was telling you that all you’re going to be doing is sleeping and throwing up in the morning.

As soon as you entered the bar, you headed to the bathroom while Charlie was going to get some drinks. Luckily there was no one in line, but when you entered the restroom, there was a woman at the sink redoing her makeup.

“I like that color on you,” you slurred when you noticed the color of her lipstick.

“Thanks, I just got it,” she smiled. If you hadn’t been drunk, you would have noticed there was something off about her the moment you entered the room. However, the only thing you care about was going pee and releasing everything in your full bladder.

“I also got something else new. I’m pretty excited about it,” she said.

“What is it?”

“A new meat suit,” she grinned, her eyes turning pitch black. She had much better reflexes than you since you weren't in your best state, and she yanked the necklace off your neck. Before you could do anything, she tipped her head back and let the black smoke crawl out of the stranger's mouth. It went straight into yours, and the body of the woman fell to the ground like dead weight.

“I feel much younger already,” she grinned, looking at you through the mirror.

Don't complicate it (yeah) 'Cause I know you and you know everything about me I can't remember (yeah) All of the nights I don't remember When you're 'round me (oh, yeah yeah)

“She wouldn’t just leave,” Charlie tried explaining to the Winchesters.

“This is sort of thing that she does,” Sam sighed.

“Especially after she drinks,” Dean added.

“Dean,” Sam hissed.

“It’s true. Look, Charlie, Y/N is a fantastic hunter. She works well with us, but she likes to disappear for days at a time without telling anyone. She’ll pop up in a day or two.”

“You guys aren’t listening to me. There was something wrong with her. It’s like her whole personality changed on the spot. I know her.”

“Look, we have to get back home. Just stay here and let us know when she comes back. I’m not waiting for her to show,” Dean shook his head and got into the car.

“Sam,” Charlie sighed.

“We’ll send Cas to check on you, but Dean is right. We would stay with you, but we have a lead on the Colt, and we can’t let this slip from our grasp. We’ll call in a few days to check on you. Feel free to use our room as long as you need it,” Sam said before getting into the car urgently. Dean peeled out of the parking lot, and Charlie sighed in frustration.

“But her necklace was gone!” she yelled. Fine, she is going to have to do this on her own because you meant so much to her, and it didn’t matter what kind of trouble you were in--she was going to come for you.

It took a lot of work on Charlie’s part since she wasn’t 100% sure of what to do and how to handle demons, but she found you. She’s been with the Winchesters enough to know that she needed holy water, salt, and the emblem they gave her since she was too chicken to get a tattoo. Maybe after this, she will get one with you, but in order to do so, you would need to be with her.

She traced you to an empty warehouse in the middle of nowhere. She crept inside, shining her flashlight in every direction to make sure nothing will pop out at her. Her heart was beating super fast, but she kept on going knowing you were in here somewhere. She opened a door to the main room with nothing but a cage inside of it. It wasn’t just a cage because you were lying in it with blood on your head.

Her first instinct was to run to you, but because she knew there was a demon involved in this, she kept her guard up. Approaching the cage, she looked at you to make sure you were really you and not the demon you. Everything seemed okay except you weren't wearing your necklace, which meant the demon was still inside of you. This demon wanted to trick her, but it wasn’t going to happen today. Charlie immediately started reciting the exorcism, which woke the demon right up.

“I knew it would be hard to fool you,” the demon inside of you sneered. She scrambled to get out of the cage, and Charlie was smart enough to throw holy water at it while still chanting. No matter what, she needed to chant the whole thing without stopping. The demon screamed when the holy water hit her, but she charged at your kind-of girlfriend.

Charlie threw whatever she had in her hands at the demon while running from her. If anyone were to look inside, they would see two women playing tag as they ran all around the room. Charlie got the last word out, and the demon fell to her knees before smoking out of your body. Charlie ran to you just as you fell, catching you before you hit the ground.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” she panicked.

“I really need to pee. I never had the chance to,” you moaned.

I'm a sucker for you You say the word and I'll go anywhere blindly I'm a sucker for you, yeah Any road you take, you know that you'll find me I'm a sucker for all the subliminal things No one knows about you (about you) about you (about you) And you're making the typical me break my typical rules It's true, I'm a sucker for you, yeah

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Charlie whispered, wiping the remaining blood off your forehead. Once she was done, she placed the ice pack on the wound.

“Thanks to you,” you smiled weakly.

“We’re really sorry we didn’t believe you before,” Sam sighed.

“I feel like an ass,” Dean groaned.

“It’s okay. I disappear. It’s what I do. You’re here now, that’s all that matters,” you whispered. The brothers each gave you a meaningful hug before leaving you and Charlie alone. They were going to call Cas to come and heal you, but they could do that from the other room.

“I was really worried about you.”

“Don’t be. It’s not the first time I’ve been possessed,” you chuckled.

“I love you,” Charlie confessed.

“I love you too,” you smiled. She leaned in and kissed you, and your heart sang its loudest song. This woman would go to the ends of the Earth for you, and she proves it every single day.

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Hold my girl

Part 5

No one really knows about TRR Main characters past …. Most of this series is based on flashbacks from her childhood. I’ve changed the main characters name to, Freya Johnson as Riley Brooks is used in my other series.

Freya is in love with Drake, but he hasn’t returned the feelings- instead just acts horrible towards her. Will Freya return back to Cordonia with the court or will she stay in the USA after the UN party.

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*****

“What do you mean you’re not coming back to Cordonia? Is it because of me? Because of the others? We all love you. I was going to ask you to be a Duchess. You came into our lives like a whirlwind. You brought us all together, you are the glue to our friendships.” Liam felt as if he couldn’t breathe- they had all failed her, he believed.

“No. I love you all. I truly do. I’m moving away- I’ve been offered a job. I’ll keep in touch with you all. I need a new start Liam. I’m so sorry.” Liam now felt as if his heart had stopped, not knowing at how the others would react to this news. A job is a job. She wouldn’t need a job if she returned with them- she was a close friend, he could provide for her or she could get a job in Cordonia.

“Please come back with us. We will all miss you.” His usual sparkly baby blues, were pleading with her to reconsider. Feeling guilty she was still in a dilemma about what to do.

“Liam, I can’t. I need a new start. Please don’t make my decision any harder than it already is. I will come and visit Cordonia every so often. I’ll keep to that promise. I need to pack my things and move them to Daniel’s. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

Liam didn’t want to argue, he thought about cancelling the Coney Island trip- instead he would just meet up with the others and explain what was happening. Between them all they could brainstorm how to change her mind.

“As long as you promise to visit us, and we will visit you. How about we cancel Coney Island. I’ll talk to the others. You can pack your things, we can meet up for a last super around five o’clock?”

“Sure. Let’s make it a night to remember.”

******

Freya left Liam, feeling guilty but also relieved after her heart to heart with him. Packing her belongings she had with her, she was willing to pay Maxwell to post the rest of her belongings from Cordonia. On route to meeting Daniel, she felt sad that she was not only leaving her new friends, but also Daniel and her parents.

“You ready?”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Freya met Daniel at the bar, they were short on time but Freya knew they could do it in the short break Daniel had from work. They both got in his car and drove up to the grave yard.

Freya started crying as she walked up to her parents graves, holding the folder Daniel had given her. In it was pictures of her and Daniel she had taken when she returned to New York and then pictures of her and her new friends from Cordonia.

“Thanks for printing these off for me Dan, where would I be without you?” She smiled softly at him, he took her hand into his as they walked up to the headstones.

Grace and Paul Johnson

Beloved parents of Freya

They loved their second home- New York

Tragically passed away 19th February 2007 aged 38 and 39

Hey Mom. Hey Dad. Sorry I haven’t been to visit sooner. I miss you both so much. You would not believe what happened to me in the last few months. You always said I was smart. Would you think it was smart to go on an adventure to a different country with four men you’d only just met? More like crazy I’d say.

So the story begins when Daniel, ditched me at work to go on date with Lola. You remember Lola? The bitch at high school, the biggest mean girl. Well when he first mentioned he was going on a date with her a few years ago I nearly hit him to wake him up. But she started to hang about with us, and she really has changed. She’s lovely and she’s perfect for Daniel. I can’t wait to be godparents to their children ha.

Anyway Daniel ditched me and left me a rowdy table to serve. I looked over and there was three men- they were all so different. I was ready to kill Daniel at this point. He owed me. He owed me big time. I walked over and took their order when another man approached the group- I had never seen someone so handsome. He was so polite towards me, at the end of the night he asked how I was doing. What customer asks how the waitress is? He wanted to thank me for taking care of them all (maybe I do make a pretty good damn waitress- maybe better than my original fantasy job). It wasn’t until then that I realised they had come to New York as tourists for his bachelor party but they hadn’t really planned what to do. He asked for recommendations about clubs in New York and that he would want me to join them, so he could thank me for that night by buying me a drink.

Clubs are boring I thought. Or maybe I was just bored of them because I went every weekend with Dan and Lola- feeling like the third wheel. I suggested going to the ‘secret spot’. The guys loved it. They all let loose. The bachelor- Liam, didn’t seem to be having as much as a good time as the other three. He told me the only thing he wanted to do in New York was to see liberty - typical tourist! Then I had a crazy thought- I’d only just met him and the others and then I was pulling out all the stops to get him there. I contacted John the guy who owns all the boats, asking him to take myself and Liam there. We snuck away from the beach and met John. On the boat Liam’s eyes lit up like he was a kid in a candy shop. He kept mentioning how he wished he could have freedom like liberty- that’s when he told me he was the crown prince of a country called Cordonia. It was a small country in the Mediterranean. We stayed there and admired the view. Just before we left he said he admired my adventurous spirit and that he would never forgot this night or me. That’s when we kissed. And that’s when I left him to find his friends and I walked back to my apartment.

The next morning I went for my usual run around Central Park before making my way towards to bar to start the early shift. I’d offered to work it as Daniel would have been hungover after his date with Lola. I walked into the bar and saw Daniel there. He explained that he was fine to work and to stick to the original rota. So that gave me the day off. As I left, I heard a man shout my name as he ran up to me out of breath. It was Maxwell, one of the men from the previous night. Maxwell reminded me so much of Daniel, fun, always up for a laugh, just genuinely a nice guy.

He explained how in Cordonia all the noble houses could sponsor a girl to win Liam’s heart and become his princess. Maxwell and his older brother Bertrand didn’t have anyone to sponsor as they didn’t have a sister. What have I got to lose I thought? Only my job, and Daniel but we are like glue. It wouldn’t be losing him it would be a ‘see you soon’. Without hesitation I agreed with Maxwell’s suggestion. He seemed so happy. I thought this would be an adventure of a lifetime. I could make new friends, Maxwell would make a brilliant friend. I was intrigued to get to know about the noble life. For me it wasn’t all about Liam even though we had that connection.

After months of shit in the royal court, it was finally the coronation ball when Prince Liam would become king and choose his bride. In those months, I honestly felt like giving up and returning back home. I just wanted to be near you both. No one heard me, but I would cry every night in my room- who would have thought this was so hard. I am a strong person, I don’t take any shit. I had bitches fucking with me, a man practically try to rape me, and then the former king screw my reputation up,throw me out of his country and make everyone hate me- everyone that is except my my closest friends. At the airport, I had guards surrounded me as if I was some criminal- it was suffocating. I just wanted the airport to announce that we was boarding on the plane back to home. Finally the call was announced and I grabbed my bag and went to the queue, that was until the Beaumont brothers begged me back- I mean practically in tears begging me back haha. I was doubtful about returning, seeing everyone, everyone making their own assumptions up about me. But then I remembered everything you taught me- to never give up, be strong, and never lose those close to you. I am Freya Johnson, I will never give up!

On return to court, I had to endure the engagement tour. I couldn’t care less about the engagement, all I wanted to do was clear my name! The only good thing about this tour was visiting cities in Europe and spending time with my friends.

The reason I am here writing this is because the end of the tour ironically is here at home, in New York. Yesterday, I finally cleared my name. Found the man who was responsible, he did a statement and now everyone is up my arse. I feel so relieved. And I hope you are proud of me.

Freya ended reading what she had written, Daniel was next to her and put his arms around her.

“Bloody hell freya, you don’t do things by half. The last few months have been like you’re staring in a movie. They would be so proud of you. As we all are.”

“Thanks Dan. I’ve missed you. In a way I will miss this shitstorm and the entertainment. But I’m ready to be free and move on.” She laughed.

“So now that’s done. Where are we placing the other things? Is there an order you want to put them in?” Freya retrieved the photos that she had asked Daniel to print off and placed them around the graves.

The photos I am leaving are of people that have come into my life and changed it. They all are so different and I love them all. Who’d have known that little Freya from London would have grown up to have the most incredible people look after her and care for her. I don’t know in what direction my future is heading, but with all these people in it even at a distance, I know it’s going to be a brighter one.

I don’t know when I will be back or how often I’ll be back. But don’t either of you ever forget that I love you both always. You’re both forever in my mind and my heart. You have both turned me into the woman I am today and I am grateful for you both letting me into your life’s twenty years ago.

I know that I am going to cherish my children as much as you did me- you’d both spoil your grandchildren so much and pour all the love to them. I wish you could walk me down the aisle dad when the time comes. I hope- no I know for a fact you are looking down on me as I am always looking up at you both.

Your loving daughter,

Freya Johnson xoxoxox

“Thanks for coming with me. I needed to do this.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for them don’t worry. So when can myself and Lola visit Vegas?”

“Whenever, you want. Hey, why don’t you both get married at the chapel?” Daniel cocked a brow, knowing she was joking- or so he had hoped. “I need to meet them all. Only Liam knows, I owe them all an explanation. I’ll see you tomorrow morning before I leave.”

******

Liam explained that they were all meeting for an early dinner- the others all went to Coney Island regardless of Liam’s and Freya’s absence. Meeting at the restaurant, they all noticed Liam and Bertrand looking defeated.

“What’s up? Where is Blossom?” Maxwell barely said as he was scoffing his face with candy floss.

“I don’t know Max. Liam told her five o’clock. If there was anything that she was taught from her time in Cordonia it would be to be punctual.” Liam shook his head, this was no time to criticise Freya.

“So, I called my engagement off with Madeleine. I met up with Lady Freya before. Informed her that I was going to ask her to marry me. Her face faltered, I knew deep down she would refuse. Then she opened up to me about a lot of her past....” Liam had informed Bertrand prior to the others arriving about the heart to heart with Freya. Drake and Maxwell looked at each other concerned, Drake whispered “I told you he would propose”, Maxwell swallowed hard knowing he was now involved in this possible love triangle even if Liam technically didn’t propose.

“Lady Freya isn’t returning to Cordonia.” They all gasped at Bertrand’s statement. When she mentioned it to Maxwell at the UN party he honestly thought she was bluffing.

“If anyone can convince her to come back with us it’s Daniel. Liam, Drake do you remember how to get to the Dive bar?”

******

Daniel stared at the clock at work, it was 7pm. He had taken a late lunch break to meet Freya to visit her parents. One more hour left, he thought. In an hour he would have to find that person to give the note from Freya.

“Please just find them and give them this. I couldn’t bare to face them all at the restaurant. They probably won’t remember how to get there. That night was a bit of a blur. They will be at this address. If they aren’t in the hotel bar, their room is 36 on the ground floor. I can’t keep this from them anymore.”

“Don’t feel pushed into telling them all now if you don’t feel ready Frey. They will understand.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it if I don’t do it now Dan. I’d be grateful if you tried to help me. I’ll be waiting in the usual place. I’ll see you before I leave for Vegas, okay?”

After what Freya had told him that morning, Daniel knew he had to do his best to help his friend. She deserved all the happiness in the world. If it didn’t work out, he had assumed that she would return back home to New York and he would be there to support her as he always had done. He began to clean the bar, when the doors swung open.

“Daniel! Where’s Jono?”

“Drake? Hi.”

Shit. What is he doing here? Has Freya backed out of her plan?

Just then a beautiful lady smiled at Daniel. His heart sank.

“Hi. My names Hana. Have you seen Freya?” She asked softly.

“Hi Hana. I’m Daniel. I haven’t seen her since this afternoon. I met her for an hour earlier on. She er... she.”

“Is she okay?” Maxwell asked, his lip began to tremble.

“Er, why don’t you guys take a seat I’ll get you all a drink.”

Drake, Liam, Maxwell and Hana all sat down in the same booth that the gentlemen did that night. If Daniel didn’t have a date that night, none of them would have met Freya.

“Thank you Daniel. My names Liam and this is Maxwell. Is she okay? I’m worried that this may be all my fault?”

Daniel put his head down. He knew exactly what Liam meant. Liam had confessed that he would have proposed to Freya earlier on this morning and that he was considering asking her to become a Duchess. Of course he would think that there was a possibility that it was his fault. She had told Daniel she was distant with all her friends when she dropped of the spontaneous letter, not meaning to be she was just thinking about her parents as well as her past and her new beginnings.

Daniel felt bad knowing the truth as to why she didn’t meet them and the guilt when he saw these four people worrying about her. He didn’t want Freya to push them away because she was only used to Daniel and his family caring for her once Grace and Paul had passed away.

“Liam. It’s not your fault. She er. She.” They all looked at him worried and confused- waiting impatiently for him to elaborate.

“She had things she had to do. Things she always did when she lived here.” Maxwell looked extremely upset and started to think.

Things she always did when she lived here? Is she missing it here? Did I drag her away from a family? From more friends? From a life?

“I finish at seven. I will elaborate then. Okay?” They all nodded in unison, wondering what he was keeping from them. Drake walked over to the bar to order another round, Daniel was due to finish in ten minutes. Daniel poured a whiskey, a scotch and two cocktails. Whilst he was doing this Drake whispered to him.

“Hey Daniel, what are you keeping from us? We just want to know that she’s okay? Why is she thinking about not coming back with us? If so we’d like to say goodbye at least.”

“Drake it’s nothing like that. I swear. It’s not my business to tell you what we did in that hour but I feel like I need to betray Frey and show you all.”

“What do you mean betray her?”

“Oh drake.. She..had to visit some people. I will take you all there. There’s something you all need to see. Is a lady called Olivia with you all? I think she needs to see this too?”

Olivia? Wtf is going on?

“Er yeah. She is. I’ll text her to come now.”

Daniel hated doing this. But if Freya wasn’t going to open up to her friends he would help her.

Please don’t hate me Freya. I’m doing this because I care for you. No one will judge you. We all love you.

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Crystal spirits, and how i work with them

Disclaimer. this is all my personal experience and beliefs. though this post is educational, take from it only what you believe. my word isnt the authority and neither is any other blog post. 

In my experience with crystals throughout the years, ive learned many things about them. i hope this post will help yall out there, who are maybe beginners, or just curious on how some things work, or how others like to do things. 

This post does not list crystal correspondences.

This will be a bit rambly, but i hope you get what i mean~

Obtaining your friends

Couple of options for this, i would suggest going rock hounding in a local area. Bring your companions, water, and your tools.

Maybe youre in a place with slim pickings,like me. you can just buy some online or in person

Crystal shopping online seems more convenient since you can look everywhere for whatever you want, and get to compare prices.But physical crystal shops are great because you can tell by feel who wants to come home with you. 

honestly, i believe nothing happens to a crystal that it doesnt want to happen. and if it does, it will end up fixing it itself. If you get a crystal that doesnt feel right, you will know who to give it to.

Im in the crystal shop. Now what? Well, just take a look around! see what catches your eye.I like to have a very loose suggestion of a shopping list, but it usually gets thrown out the window. If you feel like you need to touch something, do it. (unless the shop says no touchy ofc). Some things will practically jump out at you and scream “TAKE ME WITH YOU”. If you dont find something that really yells at you, and you still want to bring something home, just find something pretty. 

 How crystal spirits work

This is mostly based on what ive experienced. this doesnt come from any specific belief , but it does align with how some people practice animism. 

(much like in steven universe,if i had to give an example,) Crystals pop out of the ground, knowing who they are and what they do.They may grow and change with their experiences, but mostly, they know what theyre about. They are given energy and life by the earth, and they do their job. 

Each crystal group, species, and individual type seem to have overarching personality traits and a group spirit. i think some folk call these “crystal devas” but im not entirely sure where that comes from and what that entails. also each vein, and individual piece, has their own spirit and personality, say, beryl and quartz are completely different. An amethyst and a rose quartz are both quartz, and therefore have a similar type of personality, but are different. Each amethyst also has its specific differences. A chevron would be different from a grape jelly. Two individuals broken off from the same cluster would be different but similar, and so would each half of a broken slab.

sometimes individuals have names, and sometimes they can be named by you. some like to work with each other, and some prefer to work alone. 

Each crystal has correspondences , but sometimes those general guidelines can be deviated from, simple because the individual just doesnt do that kind of thing. 

My crystal broke! what happens then? Well, now you have two friends to work with. Some folk like to keep one half and give the other to a friend, some keep both halves and glue them back together with super glue (i do this with show pieces), and some folk like to bury them and return them back to the earth. You dont have to get rid of your broken pieces if you dont feel like its time. The crystal will let you know

How crystal spirits communicate

Most of the time, unless youre just really closed off, you will just feel it. They usually speak in feelings. if one wants to come with you for the day, you will know. If one wants anything , youre gonna know it. Dont second guess yourself, and just do it on impulse, pretty much.

These spirits are from nature, and are usually not relatable to humans (theres exceptions to this, like lab made crystals, and carved skulls, more on that later.).  they can and will communicate in ways youre not familiar to, if you dont do spirit work.If a crystal tells you its name, like its TRUE name, you might not even be able to comprehend the words its throwing at you. dont try to decipher it, just let it be. also , try to keep true names secret unless they tell you otherwise. 

If you cant really feel what they try to communicate, you could also meditate. If they want to say anything at least. just get cozy and meditate as you usually would, once you get good and calm just hold a rock and sit with it for a bit. Usually this type of communication is more in detail, maybe fully formed thoughts and sentences, maybe images. Once i even got one that liked to speak through song lyrics!

If you cant do these, use a pendulum! Ask the pendulum where its yes is, and where its no is. (for me usually, non human or complex spirits like to go left and right for yes, and forward and back for no. for animal spirits and servitors, ive found usually they nod yes and shake no. not sure how plants respond just yet.)

Ask it some troubleshooting questions first like “are you an amethyst, are my eyes blue, do i live at XYZ” ect... 

A problem with pendulums is, if you try and use a crystal pendulum when working with any other spirit, the crystal itself may respond. Always ask if youre talking to the right entity.

What might a crystal communicate to me? It could be something as simple as “my name is  ⌷ ⌷ ⌷ ⌷ ⌷ ⌷ “ or   “you like to smoke cleanse usually, but i would specifically like sunlight ”, or it could be advice about a situation that you need help with. 

Can these spirits be malevolent?  personally, no. i dont think so. though it can be a grey area. most nature spirits want nothing but the greater good for themselves, nature, and maybe even you, if youre a good person in its eyes. 

there are instances where a crystal could be “angry”, maybe because the way it was obtained, or that it holds some kind of curse/hex/negative energy (maybe just even being around something awful that happened). Usually cleansing a stone will help with this. And if it doesnt? Try and see if you can do anything for it. 

Be careful about crystal runes, as you can piss them off. ive made a few mistakes in my time working with them(and by a few i mean a LOT, its not fun), in general just dont be a dick, and dont ask for things youre not ready to know the answer to. always thank them for cooperating, and cleanse them after use. 

What are the effects of this? for me, it was like a terrible panic attack, i was suffocating, my heart was going nuts, it was so hot, and i was so dry mouthed. i have never had panic attacks that bad. Tried to use some quartz crystals to ground myself, since i knew it was an attack, and they broke in half in the middle. This is completely my fault. I got scared and locked my runes away because it told me something i wasnt ready for, the next time i busted them out (and i hadnt thanked or cleansed them since,) is when they decided to teach me that lesson.. i was new at magic and stupid. and im glad my first big mistake was with something this forgiving. You probably wont ever have to deal with something like this if youre generally respectful. please learn from my mistakes. 

As with any divination and spirit work, you need to take protective measures. when youre speaking to a crystal spirit, you may actually be talking with something else. and it could be negative. use your best judgement please. 

Whats up with cleansing/charging/ect..?

 a lot of folk like to fight over whether or not you need to charge, cleanse, and bless or whatever else you need to do to crystals. Personally,i do like to cleanse crystals after heavy use, spellwork, or when i first get them from a shop. just to get rid of residual negativity. 

Crystals can hold information, but as far as charging them, im not so convinced. crystals arent a sigil, or something you made yourself. it has its own energy from the earth and its spirit, and will work perfectly fine without any of that.  Only do what you feel is necessary 

If its fine without charging, then why cleanse?  other than getting rid of stored negative energy, its just a nice thing to do every once and a while. It sort of works like an offering. showing that you respect the entity and want to work together in a mutual relationship. if you keep up your end as a guardian, then it will help you. 

How do i use crystals in spellwork and every day life? 

well heres some ideas! 

carry some around in your pockets/bag/bra/whatever according to whoever wants to come with you , and crystal associations

Gridwork. make a crystal grid

In spell jars/bottles/satchets 

As a decoration in your house to give the space a certain mood, feeling, or help. 

In meditation, to give advice perhaps, but also to help you according to its correspondences 

In divination, as help. 

As vessels for spells, enchantments, servitors, and whatever else (always ask it first!!! im using a large quartz as an astral tether, and a smaller one to house a servitor) 

As a friend. ever heard of pet rocks? well this is just an aesthetic step up from that. 

in your plant pots, to help them grow and thrive (be careful about water solubility) 

Pain relief and healing (only do this in congruence with actual medical care! keep around a fluorite for sinus issues, but definitely take your cold medicine) 

Important notes~

 As with any spirit, treat your crystals with respect. especially since theyre gifts from the earth. Dont act like you own a crystal. Like a piece of the earth, we really dont own land either. You arent its master and it doesnt have to do what you say. when you buy a crystal, youre pretty much signing up to be its guardian, and adding it to your team. be good to the earth, and to your friends, and a crystal will be good to you. 

if you have suggestions on other ways to work with crystals, comment! I hope this post was informational and not a complete rambling mess. have fun working with your rocks, yall~. Post about crystal skulls coming soon.  

Admin Fifa~

[thesunshinedissociation]

A Maria-Centric View of Our System

I realized this morning that my hope when I tell friends about our plurality is that they’ll assume they’ve been interacting with several of us and thus their feelings towards the presumed singlet will just be re-understood as towards at least several of us, if not the whole system. But also as far as I know we haven’t really told anyone how to tell us apart. So, from my point of view, here’s something of a description of each of us. (Thankfully, as far as I can tell, I have a nice spot in the system for this.) I’ll go from most to least active. 

Maria: Me. Self-description is probably the hardest, but as best I can tell, I’m the one who’s best able to get desires going. Especially for pleasure. Like, whereas the others will be very lost trying to find something they want, I can be somewhat hedonistic at times. I also do get a lot done, which is good since I also have a lot of energy and a really good tolerance for being alone.  Some people don’t seem to like me as much, especially after some of my more reckless decisions. (I just noticed my name is one letter away from mania...) Which has made me all the more aware of how okay I am with being alone. Also, I feel about fifteen years old inside, and it can be kinda scary at times since I still have the responsibilities of someone ten years older.  I used to be pretty bad on a stimulant addiction. Lately I’ve noticed I don’t like nicotine. My drug tolerance seems generally lower. But, I also don’t have anorexic tendencies, nor do I have money anxiety. On the other hand, the others don’t love my love of candy and snacks. Nor do they always love when I go on spending sprees. Oh well. At least I enjoy myself. (The near-constant physical pain is less pleasant. As is being constantly overheated. While I’m often derealized, that’s not so bad because it makes the world less scary. I feel myself as very real, which is nice. The distorted perceptions are weird but workable. The ability to give myself a buzz without drugs is really fun.) I imagine I’m usually pretty identifiable by my energy. I’m also more concerned with my aesthetic than most of the others, but my external appearance usually ends up at least somewhat chaotic. 

Natalia: The caretaker of the group. We’re really close, usually able to talk to each other at will, switch with each other almost at will, and when one of us come around, the other is rarely far away. She’s pretty protective of all of us, and has run into conflict a few times when keeping everyone away to keep us safe. Our roomates say she’s remarkably responsible. Which is fair; most of the stuff that has to get done like cleaning the house or putting food in one of the anorexic/depressive alters falls on her. Sadly, she’s not as good at having fun. But she says she’s usually content. Which, hey, if being caring is what makes her happy, that seems alright. I appreciate having someone around to keep me calm when things go awry. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if half of my coping skills were just to turn to her for help. She’s also usually pretty easy to identify by behavior alone, I imagine. Like, her primary drive is to take care of anyone she cares about. She usually keeps her appearance more tame, but it’s not super important. 

Victoria: Sometimes she can feel really great, but it’s pretty fragile. On any day she’s out, there’s a good chance she’s going to crash hard. Usually because she can’t handle being alone, and will very quickly suspect that she’s too socially inadequate to carry on. She’s also more isolated in the system, especially since her falling out with Natalia and Lizzie a few months ago. (But they weren’t very compatible to start with.)  I’m not sure how much she has going for her besides some attachment problems. Either her appearance will be too depressed to even wear clean clothes or else when she’s doing well socially (or when ego-inflated by other means) she’ll make herself as attractive as she can. Which makes sense given her felt need to be attractive. (Thank goodness we all reflect externally enough to keep track of all of our problems.) If you look at the DSM entry on BPD, all nine criteria fit her pretty well. Though also she’s often tormented by Natasha. Her access to the rest of the system is pretty bad; she’s especially prone to amnesia, and she’s a bit in denial, still.

Natasha: The arch-persecutor. She’s angry and violent, usually towards us. She doesn’t really trust anyone outside the system, so she abuses us to keep us safe from them. I can’t remember her fronting for a long enough period of time to really have much to say about how she acts outside.  We’re learning to work with her. I hope someday she can be okay. As much as we fight, I do care about her. I understand why she’s easy to dislike, though.

Jeanine: She’s a bit farther away from me in the system so I don’t know her very well. I can see the playlist she made for herself on Spotify is totally the most unique. (We all share one account, and most of us have playlists for ourselves.) She can be way more fight-y than most. I used to think she was just basically the protector that followed Jasmine, but she’s spent enough time out on her own that I’m not so sure. (While interactions go in all sorts of directions, I seem pretty close with Natalia, Jasmine with Jeanine, and Victoria with Natasha.) She’s not as mean as Natasha, not as self-assured as I or Natalia, not as responsible as Natalia, not as energetic as me, but she is nonetheless aggressive, energetic, self-assured, and responsible.  The hard rock/heavy metal section of our closet basically only exists for her.

Jasmine: The other teenager in the system. Except she’s also about as sad as Victoria. Thankfully instead of having outbursts, she’ll just glue herself to a couch and sleep for two weeks excepting when she absolutely has to get up. And even then, while most of us can pull it together for a social obligation (like, Victoria can attempt suicide, fail, and then go to work or a party or whatever), Jasmine will actually call off.  Which I guess means when we actually need a break for whatever reason, she is the best-equipped to handle it. She’s also either aro/ace or close to it, so she’s useful for romantic failure. Though the intensity of her platonic feelings can be a bit much. As I write this, I’m realizing who’s going to be handling all the writing we have to do. Hint: It’s mostly me, featuring Natalia. Victoria will help when she’s not crashing. Jeanine and Jasmine are less helpful since their life ambitions are more artistic than academic. (Which is another good hint as to who’s out: We don’t even have the same long term ambitions!) I’m pretty sure she’s still the only one with her hairstyle. It looks good, so I wouldn’t be surprised if someone else uses it sometimes. That said, she also easily puts the most effort into her appearance. (We make a good team, what with me having the will to buy nice clothes and her wanting to wear them. If only we got to be together more. Someday, hopefully.)

Emily: The child of the system. She’s seven years old, and she can’t talk. She also pretty much only comes out deep in the night or when there’s a fight. I imagine her childishness and silence is pretty identifiable. Everyone except maybe Natasha cares about her a lot. We do our best to take care of her, though admittedly we dream of someday someone else caring about her, too. Best I can tell, she’s stuck in a neverending flasback of trying to get help but finding nobody. I don’t know what trauma she’s holding, and I’m a little intimidated by the idea of finding out.

Lizzie: She used to be out more, I think. She wanted to get into politics and redirected our life in that direction for a bit. We all call her the bleeding heart of the group, though she’s less into the direct and forceful caring like Natalia and more into standing up for people and being a force for more widespread good. She also had quite the incident a few months ago in the inner world with Natalia and Victoria. She stopped coming out as much as Natalia picked up where she left off. Someone else will have to fill in more on her.

Olivia: She’s not out much, but also I know she feels pretty good about herself. Probably at least as good as I do about myself. She used to use our legal name, though mostly because she felt the most strongly connected with it. Like, she said for once she actually felt like that person. We realized her using that name is super confusing, though, and led people to think she’s the “core”, “original”, or otherwise the One Alter Worth Saving. Which is, on the one hand, just false. Maybe she was the first, but maybe Emily was! Or maybe I was! All being first means though is being the first one to form out of the not-yet-unified infant mind. If we ever do fuse, that will be removing the barriers between us, not destroying any of us. But that’s like putting a jigsaw puzzle together--there’s no “core piece” of a puzzle that all the others fuse to.  Anyway, I don’t know her super well because she’s not very active, inside or out. So I’m tapping into stuff from like six months ago. But hey, if we do get her out, she does at least know how to handle the social professional world pretty well. Or maybe her confidence and assertiveness just works to her advantage in our current setting.

Marina: Last seen in September, she’s not out much, and she’s incredibly intense. She’s closest to me, and I don’t see much of her. I imagine if I’m in dire need of someone to unleash hell outwardly, she might pop in? She really doesn’t like the system as a whole and will actively thwart others’ efforts. I think ever since I stopped being so apathetic towards the others she hasn’t had her chance to come out, since usually we’d tag team, me taking advantage of the system and her just destroying it. Now I take care of ourselves. (Maybe someone else will have a better view of her, though. Maybe I’m wrong about being closest with her.)

Adrianna: She hasn’t been around much lately, though she used to be. Only one who had to have a name assigned to her since her self-esteem is so low she wouldn’t give herself one. (She called herself “nameless” in our notebook. And if it wasn’t clear from the Olivia paragraph, some of us are trying to actually run this system instead of continuing the complete chaos that came from having a mysterious personality roulette for years.) I don’t remember her super well. I think she’s a bit more of a pushover than anyone else, at least. Like, Victoria may get attached, but she does at least know how to speak up for herself. Adrianna is good enough at handling troubling emotions to stay functional while keeping her suffering hidden. Though she does talk to us a lot when she’s out. 

Angelica: I know she exists, because she made a note of it in our notebook, but I don’t really know her. Not around much, to my knowledge.

-Maria

[morningfears]

A Party Song

Rated: M (There’s smut! No one under 18!)

Request: Fratboy!Calum. Your brother is president of Calum’s frat and he’s hated Calum since the day he overheard him talking about wanting to ask you out. What happens when he hears that you’re hooking up with Calum at a party??? (Chaos, that’s what happens.)

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“I feel like this won’t be the only time I say this tonight, but I feel like this is probably a mistake.”

Your friends laugh to acknowledge your statement as the three of you stare up at the illuminated house at the top of the hill. The thumping bass of a Top 40 remix is loud enough to be heard at the bottom of the stairs where you stand and the scent of weed has you wrinkling your nose. You watch, a sigh falling past your lips, as girls in cute dresses and boys in khakis and polos climb the stairs two at a time to reach the front door. The house looks like a scene straight out of a bad teen comedy and the thought of ascending the stairs makes your stomach churn.

“No,” you revise after a moment of silence, turning to spare glances at your friends, “this is most definitely a mistake. We should just sneak into a bar or something. The bouncer at the Tavern likes you guys.”

Hannah rolls her eyes as she turns her head to face you. “I don’t get why you’re so worried about this,” she laughs as she takes in the people marching toward the stairs, “it’s not that bad. This is actually a pretty chill party for them.” She pauses for a moment as she turns her head to face the house before she grins and reaches for your hand. “You have to attend at least one frat party during your college years. If you didn’t, did you really even go to college?”

“I know this is a chill party for them,” you huff as you stare at the familiar Greek letters, “I’ve heard plenty of stories from Josh and his friends. I’d be fine with literally any other frat. Just not the one my brother happens to be president of. I don’t want to watch him get shitfaced and act like a douchebag. Besides, he won’t let me have any fun if he realizes I’m here. He’ll send one of his goons to watch over me and make sure I don’t drink or dance or have any fun. Or, worse! He’ll stick to me like glue himself!” Hannah and Kourtney watch as you frown up at the illuminated house before you shake your head and turn your head back to them. “Doesn’t that other frat have that paint party every year? We can just wait until next year and go to that. I don’t mind, honestly.”

Kourtney rolls her eyes at your rant as she reaches for your free hand. “Sweetheart, breathe. It sucks and I know you hate to admit it but your brother is the president of the most fun frat on campus. They throw the best parties and, honestly, what other experience could you want? Besides, there are so many people here tonight that you probably won’t see him. Hannah and I will do our best to keep you away from his goons and help you have some fun. This frat does have the cutest brothers. I mean, have you seen Luke Hemmings? He’s so fucking hot, I can’t take it.”

“He’s a total ass,” Hannah huffs as she and Kourtney pull you toward the stairs. “Ashton Irwin, though, he’s an attractive sweetheart. And, I mean, he’s a senior. A mature man is what I need,” she states with a wink in your direction. 

Both Hannah and Kourtney giggle about their respective crushes before Kourtney turns her attention to you with a grin. “What about you?” she questions, “You’re here all the time, you know all the brothers. See any that have caught your eye?”

“I can’t look at any of them for more than five seconds or my brother will go ballistic,” you sigh as you fall into line just shy of the top of the stairs. “He saw me talking and laughing with Calum back when he and Luke were pledges and I thought he was going to kill him. He’s held this stupid grudge against Calum ever since. It’s the worst, most insane thing ever.”

Kourtney and Hanna both nod their heads sympathetically as Kourtney pats your arm. “That is insane,” she pouts, “and totally unfair. You’re an adult. You should be able to go on dates or talk to cute frat boys if you want. Calum is super cute and you guys would be adorable together.” She pauses for a moment before she squeals and squeezes your hand. “It would be super fun if the two of you were together! You could totally have a Romeo and Juliet type situation, yeah? Forbidden love is so hot.”

“Romeo and Juliet were, like, twelve,” you sigh, “and so many people died. I don’t want my brother to kill Calum because I’m sure he would if he caught us.”

“Admit it, though,” Hannah presses with a grin, “if your brother wasn’t an issue, you’d so be all over Calum.”

“He’s cute,” you admit begrudgingly, “but it doesn’t matter. I can’t do anything about any crush on anyone until my brother graduates.”

“But you have a crush on Calum,” Kourtney squeals, “that’s so cute! Oh my god, we have to help you hook up with him!”

“Don’t let Josh hear you say that,” a familiar voice calls from the top of the stairs. Your eyes widen for a moment, fearing the worst, before the familiar blonde ushers the three of you forward. “I don’t want your brother killing one of my best friends,” Michael laughs as he pulls you into an embrace, “but I’m so in to help you two hook up. He’s been whining about how cute you are since you met and how unfair it is that your brother keeps you locked away from the outside world.”

“Thanks, Mikey,” you laugh as he releases you, “but I’m good. I think Calum’s cute but I prefer him alive. So, no hooking up tonight yeah? Just let me enjoy the party. If you want to help, though, you can keep Josh and his goons away from us? Or at least play lookout so I can hide from him.”

“Of course,” Michael assures you with a grin as he follows the three of you to the door. “I’d be happy to help you avoid your brother so you can actually have some fun. Now, let’s go get wasted!” You grin at Michael to convey your thanks before you step through the front door to join the chaos. 

Dancing bodies are packed far too tightly into the open space of the living room, each with a red cup in hand, and those who aren’t dancing spill into the kitchen and hallways. There are people lining the stairs, people spilling out the door into the backyard; it’s all  simultaneously overwhelming and comforting.

“There’s no way I’ll see Josh,” you breathe, slightly relieved, as the four of you enter the kitchen, “there are so many fucking people here.”

“This is a slow night,” Michael laughs as he passes you a cup filled with hunch punch, “but you should be fine. Josh usually hangs out by the stage, keeping an eye on everything, so avoid the front of the room. Back of the dance floor, kitchen, and backyard should be the safest places for you.”

“Thank you, Mikey,” you laugh as you pull him into a hug, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Hate your college experience because of your overprotective big brother?” he offers with a grin before he grabs his own cup and holds it out. “Cheers.”

After downing your first two cups of hunch punch and chatting with the few brothers you know won’t tell your brother about your presence, Kourtney and Hannah drag you toward the back of the dance floor. A better Top 40 remix, one that doesn’t hurt your ears, is blaring through the room and the effects of the copious amounts of alcohol in the hunch punch are starting to hit you. It doesn’t take long for the three of you to find a rhythm, your hips moving to the beat in a way that you hope looks better than your usual drunken dancing.

You’re not sure what you’re expecting but it only takes about a song and a half before Ashton and Luke are cutting in and stealing Kourtney and Hannah from you. Both girls pause, not wanting to leave you alone, but you’re quick to usher them away. You point to the backyard, letting them know where you’ll be, before you grab another cup from the kitchen and step out into the cooler night air.

You step out onto the deck and allow yourself a quick glance around, searching for any of your brothers friends, before you relax and focus your attention on the backyard below. A beerpong table decorated with the fraternity’s letters is set up in the middle of the backyard and a group of brothers is crowded around it. Calum is at one end, a smile on his face and a pink tinge to his cheeks as he laughs at one of the brothers completely missing the table with their shot, and the smile that turns up the corners of your mouth is automatic. His smile is contagious, you muse as you lean against the railing and watch the game, and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing.

Your brother has always been excessively overprotective. His tactics have always been to attack first and buy your forgiveness later but it’s all gotten to be too much. You want to live your life without worrying what he’ll say or do to any of the people who get too close to you. You don’t want to have to look over your shoulder to have a good time.

You appreciate the love and the desire to make sure you don’t get hurt but you just wish he’d realize that sometimes you have to make your own mistakes in life. And if those mistakes are boys with tattoos and gorgeous smiles, well, so be it.

You’re so deep in thought that you don’t realize Calum has left the beerpong table until a familiar voice asks, “What are you doing here? And why is your brother not glued to your side?”

You’re surprised to find Calum standing beside you, a cigarette in hand and a smile on his lips. “He doesn’t know I’m here,” you shrug. “My friends wanted me to have some fun and they didn’t feel like going to the Tavern so…”

“So you’re sneaking around right beneath your brother’s nose?” Calum questions with a grin. “I like it. I didn’t know you were so bold.”

“Usually, I’m not. Michael’s playing lookout. I thought about leaving but Kourtney and Hannah are with Ashton and Luke and I can’t make them leave yet,” you smile as you turn to face Calum fully. “What about you? I thought you spent as little time here as possible because my brother hates you.”

“I do,” Calum assures you, “but I stay for the parties most of the time. We have a reputation to uphold, you know?” When you laugh at his words, Calum grins and shakes his head. “I actually wasn’t going to stay tonight but Michael caught me before I left. I’m guessing you’re the reason why.”

“He, Kourtney, and Hannah have this ridiculous notion that we should hook up but I told them I preferred you alive. What did you do to piss Michael off? It seems like he wants you dead,” you tease with a grin.

“Seems like it,” Calum agrees, “because he knows how much I like you and how hard it’s going to be for me not to make a move while you’re here.”

“You’re doing a good job so far,” you breathe before Calum takes a step closer.

“Not really,” he shrugs, “I’m kind of failing miserably at this because you’re standing right in front of me and your brother has no idea you’re even here.”

“He’s going to know if the two of you don’t come with me,” Michael huffs as he steps onto the deck and grabs your arm. “Someone told him they saw you and Calum together, he’s on the warpath. You two can hide in my room. If you fuck in my bed, I’m going to murder you both.”

Michael ushers you and Calum up the backstairs and down the hall into his room. “I’ll be back for you guys when he can’t find you and calms down. I know you’re going to so there are condoms in my drawer but if he comes searching for you guys up here and he throws you out of the house naked, I’m going to take pictures and post them all over the internet. And for the love of God, be quiet if you do fuck.”

With that, Michael slams the door to his room shut and leaves you and Calum in the dark. You’re both quiet for a moment before Calum pulls his phone from his pocket and turns on the flashlight. “Want me to turn on the lights or are you good in the dark?” he questions as he turns to face you.

“We should keep the lights off,” you sigh as you glance around the room and move to open the curtain, “that way he won’t know anyone’s in Michael’s room if he does come up here.”

Calum nods in agreement as he moves to sit at the foot of Michael’s bed. He watches as you pace around the room for what feels like a lifetime before he pats the bed beside him. “Sit down,” he laughs as he watches you worry with the hair tie on your wrist, “we’ll probably be in here for a while. He can get persistent. I’m not that bad of company, am I?”

“No,” you sigh, “of course not. I just don’t want him to have any more reason to dislike you. It’s so unfair that he’s holding a grudge from us just talking to each other. It’s not fair, honestly.”

Calum hesitates for a moment before he sighs and turns to face you. “It wasn’t just us talking,” he informs you quietly, “he overheard me and Luke talking about you. I told him that I thought you were gorgeous and wanted to ask you out. Josh overheard and has held a grudge ever since. I get that he loves you and wants to protect you but it’s not fair that he tries to control your life. I’m not sorry that he overheard me but I am sorry that he won’t let you enjoy college and live a little.”

“Do you think Michael was serious?” you question.

Calum raises an eyebrow before he asks, “What do you mean?”

“Do you think he was seriously okay with us having sex in his bed? I know he said he’d kill us both but then he said he knew it was gonna happen anyway and to just be quiet. So, do you think he’d kill us or he’d be okay?”

“He’s gonna demand we pay for dry cleaning but I think he’d be okay,” Calum answers slowly, “why do you ask?”

Calum watches as you stand from the bed and begin to pace around the room once more. “I’m tired of letting him control my life,” you breathe with a shake of your head, “I’m tired of hiding and running and living my life the way he’d be okay with. I just want to do something fun. I want to make some mistakes. I want to kiss you! Not that that’s a mistake, or anything, it’s just something that I want to do that he’s not cool with. I just, I’m tired of it all. I love him and I love that he’s looking out for me but I can take care of myself. I don’t want to keep letting him dictate my life.”

“Then don’t,” Calum shrugs as he stands. “Do something you want to do, make some mistakes. Kiss me,” he offers as he steps closer to you, his hands moving to rest at your hips. “Not that that’s a mistake,” he teases with a grin.

You pause for a moment, eyes locked on Calum’s face to search for any sign of hesitance, before you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. He tastes like hunch punch and cigarettes and normally, you’d find the combination to be noxious but with Calum, you can’t bring yourself to mind.

The only thing that you can focus on is the feel of his soft lips against yours. His fingers are firm against your hips, gripping just hard enough to pull you tighter against his chest, as he allows you to lead the kiss. He wants you to feel comfortable, to feel like you’re in charge for once, and it makes your crush on Calum grow that much greater.

He gives you the reigns as he allows you to push the leather jacket from his shoulders. He removes his hands long enough to shrug out of the jacket and as soon as it hits the floor with a thump, his hands are back on your hips, dipping slightly beneath the hem of your top to brush his thumbs across your hipbones.

Calum melts into the embrace as you pull away from his lips to trail kisses across his jaw and down the column of his neck. “I know you’re trying to be a gentleman,” you breathe against his skin as your fingers trail down to the hem of his t-shirt, “but I’m a big girl. I can handle myself. This isn’t how you normally act with a hookup, is it?”

“Is that what this is?” Calum questions as he tightens his grip on your hips, “A hookup?”

“At the moment, yes,” you breathe against his skin, “just in case we don’t survive the night. If we both survive, though, I’d love for it to be more than that and I’d love all the cute, sweet stuff that comes with being more.”

“Guess we’d better survive the night, then,” he breathes as he steps the two of you back toward the wall. 

Calum’s lips meet yours in a passionate kiss as his fingers grip the hem of your top. He bunches the material just below your breasts as his hands splay across your ribcage. The feeling of his cool rings against your skin is almost too much as you feel yourself growing desperate for air. Calum allows you to pull away, your chest heaving and your eyes closed, before he tugs the material of your top up and over your head. 

As soon as the fabric hits the floor, Calum’s mouth is on your neck. He knows that he shouldn’t, knows that it will probably decrease his chances of surviving the night, but he can’t help himself as he marks your collarbones with his teeth. While your mind is caught up in the feeling of his lips on your neck, his hands move to cup your breasts.

“Calum,” you breathe as you shift your head to give him better access, “just do whatever you want. Fuck me like you want to. Just do something, please.”

You can feel the vibrations of Calum’s laughter against your neck as he reaches around your back to unsnap your bra before he pulls away just enough to watch the material fall to the floor. His eyes are glued to your chest for a moment, his pupils darkening with lust, before he crowds you against the wall and returns his lips to yours in a heated kiss.

As his fingers pop the button on your jeans, your hands dip beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. You allow your hands a moment to roam, to commit the feeling of him to memory, before you break the kiss and tug the material of his shirt up and over his head. Calum tosses his shirt to join yours before he helps you out of your jeans and returns his lips to your neck.

“I want to take my time,” he breathes against your skin as his fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties, “but we can’t. Not here. So, this is going to be quick. Can you be quiet for me?”

As he slips a finger into your heat, you suddenly doubt your ability to remain quiet. “Probably not,” you answer honestly as your nails leave crescent moons on his biceps, “but I’ll try.”

“That’s not good enough,” he breathes as he pulls his hand from your panties and makes quick work of his own jeans. “Hang on,” he orders before he crosses the room to Michael’s nightstand and pulls a condom from the drawer. In the time it takes him to return to you, you’ve stepped out of your panties and Calum can’t help but stare at you.

He’s wanted this moment for so long that he can’t believe it’s finally happening. He wants to savor the moment, truly enjoy his time with you, but he knows that your brother will be searching for the two of you until he finds you so he has to make this quick.

Pushing the thoughts of what damage might be done to him out of his mind, Calum shoves his boxers off and steps out of them on his way back to you. He’s quick to roll the latex over his length before he grips your hip and presses the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Is this really okay?” he questions, wanting to give you one last chance to back out.

“Calum, please,” you breathe as you reach for his biceps once more, “it’s more than okay. I want to do this properly later but for right now, please just fuck me.”

Calum nods his agreement before he pushes into your heat, his movements slow as he allows you a moment to adjust. When you moan at the feeling of Calum filling you, he’s quick to press his hand over your mouth. “We don’t want to get caught,” he reminds you as he makes an experimental thrust. When you nod at him, Calum sets a quick pace that has your eyes closing and your head falling back against the wall.

Calum is almost embarrassed at how quickly his climax builds but when he feels you clenching around him, just as close to the edge, he doesn’t feel quite so bad. He crowds you as close to the wall as he can without interrupting his rhythm as he moves his hand from your hip to rub tight circles across your clit. His fingers are quick to match his pace and he can still hear your muffled moans against his palm as he pushes you over the edge.

Calum follows almost instantly, his own high hitting him hard as he loses his rhythm and thrusts sloppily to ride out your orgasms. He stills for a moment after, his hand still pressed firmly across your mouth, before your tongue licking his palm has him pulling away.

“Sorry,” he breathes as he pulls away and ties the condom, “forgot for a second.”

“’S okay,” you grin as you work on steadying your breathing, “I didn’t mind.”

Calum opens his mouth to retort, to tease you, but he hears footsteps in the hall and rushes to gather your clothes. The two of you quickly tug on whatever clothes you can find, him missing a sock and you missing your underwear, before the door slams open and your brother, followed closely by a panicked Michael, steps into the room.

“What the fuck?” your brother demands as he takes in your disheveled appearance, “You slept with Hood?”

“What?” Michael laughs nervously, “No, they didn’t have sex. We were all building the Lego Death Star! See, the one on my desk. I went to get drinks but we’re out of Sprite so, you know, we can all just go to the convenience store and get some. So, no sex. Just Star Wars and Sprite.”

You pause for a moment, your eyes locked on your brother, before you glance at Calum out of the corner of your eye. He sends you a subtle nod as he stands up a little straighter and you follow suit.

“Yes,” you sigh as you fix your brother with a firm stare, “I slept with Calum. So what? I’m an adult. I can do what I want or who I want. I love you and I appreciate you looking out for me but I need to be my own person. I need freedom to make my own decisions and if that means getting my heart broken by a cute frat boy, then so be it. But you have to let me make mistakes or I’ll never grow. You won’t always be by my side to look out for me. I need to learn how to handle life on my own. I know you’ll always have my back but I need you to trust me.”

Your brother is quiet for a moment as he stares between you and Calum. His eyes are still angry, his posture still rigid, but he hasn’t lunged for Calum and you take that as a positive sign as you send him a smile. “You’re always going to be my big brother and I love you. So, let me be an adult, okay?”

He loses his resolve as you reach for his hand and shakes his head. “I love you, too,” he sighs as he pulls you into an embrace. “I don’t like this, I don’t like him, and I sure as hell don’t like the idea of you sleeping with him. But I’ll step back. I know you need to learn how to be an adult without me around. I don’t like it but I know it’s necessary. That doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to kick his ass if he hurts you, though.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you smile as you pull away from his embrace. “Thank you.”

Your brother nods before he turns to face Calum, a glare on his face. “I will end you if you hurt her. And don’t think this is going to make your life any easier, Hood. I still don’t like you. And you,” he huffs as he turns to face Michael, “you need to get better at lying if you’re going to help your friends sneak around. A Lego Death Star? Come on, man.”

“What?” Michael huffs as he turns to follow your brother back downstairs, “I really am building a Death Star!”

You roll your eyes as you listen to the sound Michael defending his hobby to your brother fade down the hall. After a moment, you turn to face Calum and smile sheepishly at him. “I guess we survived the night, then.”

“I guess we did,” he agrees with a smile. “I guess that means we get to give this a shot?”

“If you want to,” you nod, “I’m okay with that.”

“I’m more than okay with giving us a shot,” Calum agrees quickly, his smile growing larger. “Do you want to go get something to eat? There’s a diner down the street, they have great omelettes.”

“What are we waiting for? I’m starving.”

[steeltowncosplays]

Starbolt Tutorial

At this year’s Philly Wizard World we got a lot of questions on how we made the starbolts for our Starfire and Blackfire costumes. They’re actually pretty simple and don’t take a whole lot of time!

We designed them to be able to encompass our hands so they looked good from all angles, and to be able to light up.

Construction time could take up to three days, but most of that is waiting for paint to dry.

Tutorial under the cut!

Materials:

-Acrylic (plastic) light globe/cover.  They’re lightweight and durable.  I bought clear ones with no neck, with an 8” diameter and 4” opening.  Depending on how big your hands are this size will change.  You want it to engulf your whole hand, but not look overly large.  A lot of these are glass so make sure you get plastic because glass will be a disaster on so many levels. They were about $15 from amazon.

-PVC pipe.  For the handle.  I used a ½” diameter because a smaller pipe was more comfortable to hold and easier to shove into the globe.

-Acrylic paint.  For Starfire we used lime green, and for Blackfire we used neon purple and pink. Otherwise, use whichever color you’re making this to be.  We mixed crackle acrylic paint in with this to see what would happen, and it sort of gave it a texture, but not really, so that’s your prerogative if you would like to try it.

-Matching tulle fabric and solid fabric.  For stuffing/light diffusing and covering the handle.

-Push button LED lights.  Simple and battery-powered. I bought some pretty cheap ones, and I recommend not doing that, because they broke pretty quickly. Now, they broke on, somehow, which really is the best way to break mid-con, but that did cause the batteries to be worn out by the end of the day and the lights to dim.  You have been warned.

-Brillo pad

-Hot melt glue

-Cup of water

So step one is deciding about 10 days before you need them that you are, in fact, going to make these, buy your supplies, and thank God prime is a thing.

While you’re waiting for them to come in, you can contemplate your choices and wonder if, possibly, you made a bad time-management decision, before concluding nah, you totally got this.

(You totally do, no sarcasm)

(The Actual) Step 1: Sanding

The first thing you’re going to want to do is sand the plastic globes.  Use a brillo pad (not sandpaper, you don’t want to scratch it up that much) and circular motions so it’s uniform.  Make sure you sand both the outside and the inside.  Sanding the outside will diffuse the light and help with the glare in pictures.  Sanding the inside helps with the paint stick better.

Step 2: Painting

After you sand your globes, rinse them in the sink to get all the powder and whatever else is stuck to them off.  You don’t want any of that junk in your paint.

You’ll want four hands for this step, since it’s messy and needs to be done quickly, so grab an unsuspecting (or suspecting) family member before you start.

Pour your paint into a cup and mix some water with it to make it more runny and easy to coat the inside.  Then, with your extra set of hands holding the globe, tell them to spin it around while you pour your watered-down paint into the hole at the base.  You’ll want to coat as much of the inside as possible, as evenly as possible, like so:

Add more water and paint as needed until the whole thing is coated (or as coated as you can get it, gravity will take care of the rest and the bottom is hard to get paint on without spilling everywhere).  Dump out the excess paint and set it on a magazine topped with several paper towels.  The paper towels will absorb all the paint that is going to slowly pour out of this thing, and the magazine will catch what bleeds through.

Let it dry overnight, and check back the next day.  We gave it about 24 hours to really dry.  By this time you’ll have a very thin, even coat on the entire inside, and a huge mess at the mouth, since it all pooled there and could not fully drain or dry.

What you don’t want to do at this point is try to swirl the ball again, since all that will do is streak the rest of the pristine paint job gravity has accomplished for you.  What you do want to do is grab those extra set of hands again and have them hold it up for you while you take a paper towel and dab/wipe the inside and outside of the bottom lip where all the extra paint is resting.

“Julia!” you’re probably thinking right now, or maybe not, who knows, “Won’t that also streak the paint where you’re wiping it?”  And the answer to that is yes, it will, but only a little.  But it doesn’t matter since it’s the bottom by your hand and no one will see it.  It’s also where you’ll be gluing the tulle on, so it won’t take away from the final look.

After this step, the paint i used was still a little sticky on the inside, and the bottom won’t be dry either, so prop your globe up on two pieces of something that are the same height but also let air circulate, so it can really dry up over the next 24 hours.  Like so:

Step 3: Making and Installing your handle.

Unfortunately I don’t have many progress shots after the paint job because I sprinted to the finish line in maybe two hours late Friday night, so you’ll have to make due with pictures of the finished product.

Theoretically you can start this step while your paint is drying, but I recommend waiting because you’ll need to handle your globe to check for fit as you go, and if it’s not dry you can’t really do that.

I made these handles out of PVC I had lying around, but you can easily buy some at the Home Depot or Lowes or any home supply store.  I used this type of pipe:

Because it’s a ½” OD, not ID, so it’s a bit thinner.  As I said above it makes the handle nicer to hold and it’s easier to jam it through the hole at the bottom if its diameter is not as wide.

Since I had 8” diameter globes, I measured out an 8” piece, but did not cut it at this length.  This is because 8” is the outer diameter.  You’ll want to take some calipers and measure the thickness of the plastic at the mouth like so:

And double that (you have two walls).  Subtract that from 8” (or however wide your globe is) and that is the absolute maximum your pipe can be.  This will still not fit.

Mainly because you have to angle it through a 4” hole.  So you’ll want to cut it slightly shorter (not too much shorter!) and test out if you can get it inside.  Because it’s a little shorter than the inner diameter, it’ll be further forward than the exact center, and you’ll want to push it as far in as you can when you glue it, so the compression pressure will help hold it in and the globe will cover your hand up to your wrist.

I also found it extremely helpful to line it up with the seams on the side of the globe:

Once your pipe is cut to length and it fits (after a lot of finagling that is), you want to use your brillo pad again to rough up the surface of the pipe and make it more glue-friendly.

You’ll then want to plug up the ends.  This gives the ends a bigger surface area to glue, which will make the handle more secure.  I used EVA foam, which works well because it responds to every cosplayer’s best friend, Hot Glue, and is compressible (this allows you to stuff it in the end of the pipe AND press it down enough to get your handle in your globe when the EVA plugs inevitable stick out a little bit and make it slightly too long again).

The final step before wrestling your handle inside and gluing it in there is to cover it in fabric that matches your paint.  PVC pipe and EVA foam are most definitely not the color you want, and you will most definitely see that from the outside.   While spray painting is an option, the fabric has the added bonus of making the handle much more comfortable to hold all day.

This being midnight on Friday I used what I had available, which was leftover purple stretch fabric from starfire’s costume (for Blackfire), and lime green fleece (for Starfire).

The fleece, while a little bulkier, is really nice to hold, so if you want a cushy soft handle, that’s the way to go.  It does get a little warmer than the stretch fabric, though.  Sweaty palms will potentially be a thing.

Fabric also does pretty well with hot glue, so all you need to do for this is squeeze a line down your pipe and press the fabric to it, and roll the pipe until the seam meets.  Glue down whatever didn’t get pressed into the first line of glue, and glue down your ends so the whole handle (EVA plugs included) is covered and now matches.

Now it’s time for install, which is, admittedly, pretty frustrating.  The extra bulk of the plugs and fabric will make it dang difficult for you to get the handle inside, but it can be done, with enough tenacity.  This is why EVA is great for the plugs, because it can and will be compressed enough to fit.

This next part is super important:

Put your handle into the globe BEFORE (BEFORE!!) you apply the glue.

There is no way you will be able to get it inside without a) having your glue dry before you do, b) getting glue everywhere, and c) probably burning yourself.

Once your handle is inside, push it forward as far as you can and line it up with the globe’s side-seams, to check the fit and get a handle (heh) on what its final position will be.  Face your fabric seams towards the hole at the bottom.

When you’ve psyched yourself up enough to actually try gluing this thing, dislodge it from its position and angle one end towards the hole at a time, and apply the hot glue.  Shove it back to where it was before, lined up and facing the right way, wait for the glue to solidify, and TADA.

The most stressful part of making this prop is done.

Step 4: Stuffing

This next bit is pretty easy and takes only a few minutes, though you are liable to burn yourself during it so be careful where you put those fingers.

Or maybe that’s just me.

We bought 2 yards of tulle, and I ended up using most of it.  It really depends on how you want it to look, but there should be a balance.  Too little tulle and you’ll just get a white light that’s too bright and not diffused enough, but too much tulle and the whole thing gets dull. Test how much tulle you’ll need by taking photographs of your starbolt to see how it looks in pictures.

To stuff these, all I did was shove the tulle inside and pull it around the handle, moving it until it was pretty evenly distributed throughout the globe and I liked how it looked, both with and without the light on.

I then cut off the excess tulle that was still hanging out of the bottom and then stuffed the ends back inside so they ring the lip:

Before you glue: make sure the tulle is not getting in the way of the handle!!  As you can see here:

There is tulle covering the handle, but when i go to hold it, it does not prevent me from making a fist around the handle, nor does it pull, and is overall comfortable.

Take your glue gun once you’re ready and tack it down around the bottom lip.  Make sure to catch whichever layers are there to make sure it’s secure.  The tulle will pretty much stay put once you do this, so you don’t need to worry about gluing any other spots (which would show, anyway).

Once you’ve done this, you’re just about finished!  It should look really cool and swirly now.

Step 5: Installing your lights

This took a bit of experimentation to figure out the best orientation for these, but lucky for you we’ve done all that experimentation already.

Because your hand inside this prop, it’s going to block light, and you will not get the “glow radiating from the center” look you want by mounting something near the front of your hand.

After some trial and error, we figured out that two lights, one above and one below your hand, provided enough light to light up the whole ball:

You’ll see shadows of them on the outside, but there’s really nothing you can do to avoid that.  You could use smaller lights, but you might have to do some wiring if you do, since push button LEDs are normally this big.

Attaching the lights is pretty simple, you’ll just want to make sure you’ve installed your batteries beforehand.  While the design of this allows you to change the batteries of your lights, it’s not as easy to do once they’re inside and you can’t use both hands.

Once we figured the position for these lights, all I did was put some hot glue on the back, and press it into the tulle inside the ball.  If the tulle is glued down enough, this should hold them in there really well.

Once you’ve done that, TADA, you now have working starbolts!

[geek-and-nerd-are-not-the-same]

“By rachel in CraftFashion A bra is a bit more advanced project, but it's not as hard as you might think, and by no means out of the reach of someone with moderate sewing skills. If you're willing to put in a little time on adjusting the pattern, you can end up with a bra that fits you exactly, which all too few commercial ones can do! Step 1: Tools and Materials Materials: fabric with at least a side-to-side stretch asymmetrical lingerie elastic for edging strap elastic underwires hooks & eyes a little knit interfacing optionally, stretch lace for decoration optionally, ribbon for decorative bows optionally, plastic hardware for adjusting the straps - but I leave this out b/c I can make the straps the exact right length without need for adjustments! You can buy underwires in some fabric stores or online, but if you have some old bras that need to be tossed out, reclaim the underwires from them first. Do your best to get an underwire of the correct size (hold it up under your breast and check that it fits snugly but without poking into your breast). They can be bent a little bit but they're actually made of flat metal in a U shape, not round wire, so as to hold shape better. Step 2: Pattern Bra patterns do exist for purchase, but I made a pattern from an existing bra. Some of the pieces were traceable, but the cup pieces weren't because of the underwires (I did not want to ruin the original by taking the underwires out). So my pattern was approximate, and I did make a test bra and revise the pattern according to how it fit. There are four pattern pieces: upper cup lower cup side/back front stay The important things about the pattern are a) how the cup pieces fit together, b) the lines of stretch, and c) some edges need seam allowances and some do not. Your fabric will almost certainly be stretchier in one direction than in the 90 degree direction; the stretchiest direction should go up and down on the cup pieces and the front stay, but sideways on the side/back pieces. Check out the pictures for the stretch direction markings. The cup pieces need seam allowance except for the top of the upper cup (you have a couple options there, see the Cups step). The side/back piece only needs seam allowance at the edge that attaches to the cups, as the rest of the edges will be finished with elastic. I'm not adding the bra pattern here because it will almost certainly not fit you, you'll have to do a bunch of alteration on it anyway and it's really hardly any more work to trace it from an existing bra that you know fits (or know exactly how it could fit better). Step 3: More on Adjusting the Pattern I made 1 partial bra and 1 additional complete bra while working out the pattern. The green one in the pic below is totally wearable although the elastic is so curly it looks really odd laid out flat. There are any number of possible adjustments to make but the most common are these: cup shape, which can be adjusted by changing the curve of the top of the cup lower piece. A small adjustment here goes a long way so change an eighth of an inch at a time, and make sure to smooth out the lines well. If you have to make a lot of change here you'll probably also need to adjust the cup upper as well, making it slightly longer or shorter to accommodate the difference in length of the lower cup edge. center stay. May need to be shorter or longer, depending on how widely placed your breasts are. You may also find that changing the angle of the sides gets you a better fit, either straighter or more flat of a triangle. cup top edge - I found I wanted my bras to be slightly less than full coverage, so I lowered the outside edge of the cup (but not the inside edge). This also meant I had to make the straps longer to make up for it. side/back too short or too long. Make adjustments to this piece in the underarm area. Step 4: Cut Cut out the pieces, 2 of each. Remember to lay out the stretch lines as you marked them on the stretchiest direction of fabric. Also I cut the center stay on a fold to eliminate one seam; the stretch line on the stay is up & down not side to side. If you have a very stretchy fabric you might even want to interface the stay or line it with another non-stretchy fabric for stability. Step 5: Cups Sew the two cup pieces together along the middle, making sure they are oriented correctly with respect to each other. Topstitch; you may line the back of this seam if you want, like if your fabric is very fine. Finish the top edge of the cup in any way you want. Here I added a stretch lace piece, but you can also use a piece of lingerie elastic, or if you think ahead you can cut two upper pieces and self-face the edge. In that case you probably want to do the edge seam first and then sew both upper pieces together to the lower piece. If you put on stretch lace like I did, it will probably be easier to sew it on before sewing the cup seam! You want the lace to be a little smaller than the cup (it stretches after all). Place it with the lace edge along the top edge of the upper cup piece, and sew it on with a small zigzag stitch. Finally trim the original fabric piece out from under the lace -- or leave it if you like the overlay look! Step 6: Center Stay Sew the stay together at the top (and bottom if you didn't cut it on a fold) and turn it right side out. Pin it to the inside of the cups, matching the top edges. Sew a little less than a quarter inch seam allowance, as the underwire channels will be the full quarter inch. Step 7: Sides With the old bra on, hold up your elastic from the underwire edge around your back to the other cup edge. Pull it to a reasonable tightness. This will give you twice the length of elastic you need for the bottom of the side panels. Pin the end and the middle to get the length for each side, and attach it to the side pieces. (If the elastic isn't an inch or two shorter than the side panel, recheck the elastic measurement and the side piece pattern, as one of them is wrong). The sewing technique for attaching lingerie elastic is explained in my Panties instructable, in the step about the leg elastic. Next, sew the sides to the cups, matching top edges, similar to how you sewed the center front stay, a bit less than a quarter inch seam allowance. Step 8: Underwires Cut two strips of interfacing, the length of your cups' bottom edge and an inch wide. Fold one in half lengthwise (if you had to use iron-on, make sure the glue is folded inside) and pin it around the bottom edge of a cup, edges out. Place it over the front stay and side piece, leaving a bit of room next to the seam allowance, as in the picture. Stitch the channel down using a quarter inch seam allowance to the edge of the bra cup. The previous stitching lines shouldn't show at all. Now fold and wrap the underwire channel around to the inside of the bra cup, releasing the stay and the side piece. It should rest a little more than a quarter of an inch inside the cup, and cover all the raw edges. Stitch this in place close to the folded edge of the channel. Stitch a bar tack across the end of the channel by the center front stay, so the underwires don't come out. Now insert the underwires from the outside edge by just sliding them in the channel you made. The underwires are not symmetrical; there's a shorter end and a longer end although sometimes the difference is small. The longer end goes at the outside edge. Step 9: Side Elastic and Straps Determine the correct length of elastic to run from the bra back, around your sides on top of the side piece, up to the top of the cup, by trial and error: first hold a piece so it seems right while wearing your original bra. Write down the length and try sewing it; you can pick it out and adjust if necessary (or if you're working on the practice one you don't need to bother fixing it). Once the side elastic is on, figure out the strap elastic length. Stitch one end of the strap elastic to each of the remaining back edges without elastic. Now you can pin the bra on yourself and determine how long the straps need to be. Stitch the strap to the cup, right sides together, where you marked. Cut the elastic if you haven't yet, and fold up the strap so you can stitch the cut end down in a zigzag like in the last picture, to keep it tidy. I didn't think to do this, but if you have an old bra that's worn out but the straps or strap hardware is still good, you could reuse those parts. Step 10: Hooks & Eyes You can use a bra back extender instead which some fabric stores sell, or sew on hooks & eyes yourself. I ended up using a wide single hook & bar, instead of a pair of small hooks & eyes as is usual because I got lazy. But it works fine. First cover the raw ends with something soft - a scrap of T-shirt fabric works great. I simply cut a square, stitch one end to the right side of the bra ends, fold the sides under, and topstitch them down. Then just sew the hook & eye down, by hand or by machine, making sure there's enough tail on the eye end that the hook won't scratch your back when you wear it.” I have a weird sense of “cheap af” and laziness. So though I know it’ll cost me much more to get all the materials I need to make it myself, I just don’t wanna spend money and energy on buying a stupid bra. And I know it’s going to take so much more energy to make the dang thing, but I haaaaaaaaate going to the store and trying the stupid shit on. I’d much rather just know it fits me bc it’s made based off another bra that feels super comfortable. So yeah, I might regret this but I wanna learn how to make bras.

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In 1987, Disney launched one of the more successful ad campaigns in its history. It ran right after the Super Bowl game between the New York Giants and Denver Broncos when winning the Giants’ quarterback, Phil Simms, was asked a question that we at PYMNTS wholly approve of: “What’s next?

Simms gave the answer that has since become so famous as to become a meme: “I’m going to Disney World!”

The phrase has since been uttered quite a few times, by many, many sports luminaries: Magic Johnson, Nancy Kerrigan, Michael Jordan, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, the 2004 World Series Boston Red Sox. Peyton Manning said it when asked the “what’s next” question after winning the 2005 Super Bowl in a post-interview, despite the fact that Disney didn’t have an ad buy that year. He was, apparently, actually going to Disney World and wanted us all to know.

But this week, no one is saying it. Or at least no one is accurately saying it, because as of Monday (March 16), both Disney World and Disneyland will be shut down for at least the next two weeks (and likely beyond that), in the longest continual closure in over 50 years. And honestly, if one were seeking a metaphor for what the next couple of weeks of social distancing will look like, they could do worse than “the happiest and most magical places on Earth are closed for business indefinitely.”

Sports teams are not playing, international flights are not flying, March will not have madness, cruise ships are not sailing and, while consumers are ordering food from restaurants, they aren’t eating in them, preferring instead to have them delivered, with as little human contact as possible.

Even casinos are trying to cut back on the contact between their patrons. Not the gambling part – thus far, there has been no discussion about shutting down gaming floors anywhere. There have been moves to install hand sanitizer dispensers at entrances and exits to the gaming areas, and reports that thermal cameras have been installed to scan for patrons who may have elevated temperatures. But aside from gambling, casinos are increasingly unwilling to take the risk: They are closing down shows, poker tournaments and – most horrifyingly – the gourmet buffet meals for which they are known.

One might wonder, in a country that seems to be losing Mickey Mouse, March Madness and discounted all-you-can-eat chicken parm all in the same week, what’s next? At this point, it might be reasonable to determine that fun is on hold in America – and that we as a people have resigned ourselves to depression or boredom.

But, as a highly scientific study by PYMNTS reveals, this is not the case. Americans are brave people. Strong people. People who (mostly) have Prime accounts and the will to think outside of the box when they can’t go out. And so, across our various staffers and social media connections, we asked a simple question:

“Have you bought anything unusual to prepare for the COVID-19 virus – and will you tell us about it?”

And we got plenty of answers and insights – the first of which is that Americans are not going to be bored at the end of this, but we may all be fat. While we’ve seen some actual data to support this in the form of increased food sales, the anecdotal information confirms that when things get tough, people eat their feelings.

And no one’s feelings seem to taste like vegetables.

Among the better answers we received was Girl Scout cookies, as a surprising number of the 100 or so people we heard from were willing to brave human contact while picking up toilet paper at the grocery store to stop and see the intrepid Brownies, Daisies and Cadets selling amid the outbreak. As for cookie preference, Tagalongs and Samoas topped the list. Another respondent noted that in preparation for being shut in, they had purchased 30 boxes of pretzel Pop-Tarts after discovering that the store was out of sliced bread. (This respondent did not seem the least bit disappointed by this outcome.)

Another reader became very territorial in a short amount of time. “I bought Hot Pockets. I have zero intentions of giving any to my child. Those things are solely mine, and they would need to fight me for one,” a Facebook respondent noted.

The best reply, however, involved no words at all. This person just sent a picture without a caption that more or less said it all.

The respondent did send a follow-up message indicating that they had also purchased a five-pound bag of rice, so they are clearly prepared.

We would also like to give an honorable mention to the one respondent who mentioned some type of food or drink that isn’t entirely unhealthy. However, this person didn’t technically purchase the item for themselves, so they unfortunately cannot win an impulse buying competition. Still, they do get points for finding a snack and a new hobby all in one:

“My boyfriend bought me a kombucha-making set – thermometer, pH strips, tea bags, container, cloth, starter SCOBY, the whole thing – and it has made me SO happy!”

And those who won’t be snacking through this work-from-home period do seem to be making purchases to support hobbies. Popular responses included coloring books, exercise equipment, gardening supplies and arts-and-crafts goods. And, of course, many report binge-watching reality television or movies about outbreaks and plagues.

The arts and crafts supplies, incidentally, were most common among parents with children who are unexpectedly off for a few weeks – the overwhelming enthusiasm for gel pens and glitter glue cannot be overstated.

Also popular among parents were toys – and not for their kids. It seems clear that they intend to let their kids play with their Legos and video games, but as with the Hot Pocket enthusiast above, ownership clearly flows one way.

“My son and I went to GameStop to get extra game controllers and new video games for family gaming sessions during any bad weather while they’re out of school,” one respondent noted, using the euphemism “family gaming sessions” to denote “those are my new games, but I am willing to let them play.”

And then there were our favorite responses, all from PYMNTS staff, a group whose answers were unique in two ways.

The first: While most social media responses mentioned bleach, wipes, hand sanitizer or some other kind of cleaning agent, PYMNTS team members universally stuck to the assignment and only mentioned fun items as a demographic.

The second: PYMNTS staff members have some truly excellent ideas about what constitutes fun. The top four, in order:

“An expensive dress that I will never wear, but made me happy. It is fuchsia.”

“Prada. And a Minnie music box that plays James Taylor’s ‘You’ve Got A Friend.’”

“A condominium for my four cats, who are clearly better cared for than my children.”

And finally: “Neck cream, so if I die, at least my neck will look like a gazelle’s.”

Clearly, our priorities are in line.

Though it might be a slow few weeks to come, they likely won’t be devoid of entertainment or commerce. As it turns out, when locked inside, consumers create their own fun.

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