You screamed, jumping up and down as your team scored another touchdown. You were so into the game as Bucky just laughed at you. You kept grabbing at his shirt and arms every time you got excited about a play but he was definitely more interested in watching you than the game.
The stadium, the crowds, the drunk people, the children, the heat, it was all a lot for him but he was doing it for you. You had been talking for months about wanting to go to this game. Natasha was supposed to come with you but she had to leave last minute to go on a mission and Bucky didn’t want you to have to go alone so when you asked him, he caved pretty quickly. Those cute sad little eyes of yours were just too irresistible for him to say no to you, ever.
You sat down, taking a sip of your beer while the teams took a commercial timeout when the voice came on overhead announcing the kiss cam going live. When you looked up at the screen you saw that it was pointed at you and Bucky. His face was beet red as he looked back and forth between you and the camera.
You giggled before reaching your hand behind his head and pulling him in for a kiss. ‘Oohs’ and ‘Ahs’ filled the air around you guys as you pulled away. Bucky’s eyes fluttered open as he stared at you bewildered.
You scrunched your nose at him, a huge smile still plastered on your face. “It was the least I could do.”
Every morning, without fail, she was greeted to a sumptuous 3-course breakfast by one of her boys. Henry tended to favour waffles, (his favorite) sausage, and hashbrowns. Killian seemed to prefer fruit, an omelet, and toast. (Really, she had to ask who taught him to make Eggs Benedict one day.) Additionally, there was a several-step lunch wrapped up and ready-to-go for her work at the Sheriff’s Station. (There was often a note stuck in the brown paper bag. Henry’s made her tear up and Killian’s often made her blush and hastily hide the message from the inquiring eyes of her father.)
So a little bit more information on Omegaverse because you don't know about it and I feel like doing the devil's work. This is a multiple part ask look for the snake emoji Omegas are the rarest alphas the second and most of the world are betas. Omegas can be either male or female but do tend to be female. They can carry children and go into heat all the same. There are a lot of fanfics that have the Omega breaking stereotypes of them being frail and just existing for alphas pleasure. 1/🐍
About: Namjoon liked to leave little notes all around for you to find. Sometimes in your bag or coat pockets, even in your fridge. Some of them made you laugh and others confused you. But what you were sure about was that you loved Namjoon.
A/N: I kind of got this idea from a post I saw on instagram.
The ray of sunlight is visible in your peripheral vision
as you sit slumped over in your plush desk chair. The clock hanging in your
living room is still audible to you in your bedroom and cuts like a knife in
the silent air.
7.5k words, yoongi/reader, hellhound au, action: M for violence, blood
hurries out of the inn and immediately takes a turn away from the bustling main
street, instead heading for the quieter, isolated parts of the town. He paces
along the dirt road, his breathing ragged–hating who he’s become, what
flies as he follows gut instincts, taking turns at random, sometimes even
clambering over walls to avoid human contact. It’s not long before he ends up
outside of the city, wandering through the leafy forest ground. Yoongi doesn’t
even have to think to know that it’s a much different section than the one he
investigated with you earlier.
he’s actually thinking about is how he could feel the seal slowly unraveling
with each word you said, the beast clawing at his inwards. He felt himself
growing disillusioned as he hung at a delicate balance, soul fighting against
the snarling beast inside, the fires within.
Headcanons about how Hanzo / Genji / 76 would react to having to suddenly care for a newborn (not theirs, let's go with sudden infant shows up plot device)
//Rises from the dead//. Did you guys miss me? I missed you. Happy New Year!!!
Have you seen that photo of someone holding a baby/toddler at arms length while eyeing it suspiciously? Because that’s Hanzo when he finds a baby outside his motel room while traveling. To be honest, he isn’t really sure what to do or how to handle a child – hell, most days he has a hard enough time handling himself let alone a tiny defenseless human being who can’t do anything for themselves. He manages though, wrapping the baby back up in the blankets and carrier they were left in and heads off to the nearest convenience store to pick up supplies that he is lacking for the baby until he can figure out what to do with this tiny person that just came into his life. His nights, once silence and used for meditation are now muddled with cries and the typing, searching for a lost child or a place for this child that’s more stable, more worthy of them than him, he only rises to feed and rock the baby to sleep before returning to his search. By the time he finds them a home, he’s grown so attached to the small one that he has to hold back tears, they were his constant companion for more than a month, and now, he returns to solitude, and they, they get a life more deserving of them than an orphan child playing sidekick to a mercenary. Unbeknownst to him, the family that took in the child gave them the name that Hanzo used, a way to thank this man for giving all three of them this gift.
It wasn’t unusual for people to leave children at the places that Zenyatta and Genji visited; people not wanting their children to suffer so they leave them in more capable hands. The cards they leave on the children break Genji’s heart, begging for a better life for their child and Genji can’t help but take a personal interest in these children. Blankets and heating pads wrap around his chest as he rocks the children, softly singing Japanese lullabies as their cries stop and their hands wrap around the edges of the blanket that covers him. There are often moments he imagines himself a father, he sees these children that coo and giggle at the sight of him, unafraid of the visor and the man of metal and finds this ache in his chest at all that he’s lost in this life, that these children will move on, brought to better situations to grow and laugh and play and become more than they could ever have here with him, even have families of their own. It makes the ache grow worse, but it doesn’t make him care any less – he loves every child he comes in contact with, wanting them to know love from the earliest moment they can. As each of them leave, taken to better situations, Genji can’t help but selfishly hope that maybe just one of them will remember the man of metal and come find him one day.
Jack Morrison was prepared for a lot in his many, many years of living. An infant left in the streets, however, was not one of them. He couldn’t just leave it there of course, but he didn’t have the first clue in child care, let alone care for an infant – the closest he had come was when Gabriel had dragged Jesse McCree from the Deadlock Gang kicking and screaming, like a toddler – but the boy was sixteen not six months. Taking a deep breath he returned to his tiny hole in the wall base of operations with the wailing child in tow. Eventually the baby drifts off and he quickly searches how to take care of an infant and skims what he can of the first websites to pop up only to jump as the baby begins screaming again – they’re probably hungry right? Or does he need to… Christ he doesn’t have any diapers or anything to take care of this kid, what was he thinking? Taking a deep breath he takes the child in his arms, gently rocking while singing some long forgotten lullaby – the kid was tough, he’d have to give them that, brave and strong to stay out in that wild world by themselves and as their tear filled eyes close he makes them a promise to find them somewhere safe.
Today was a difficult day for the district. Even though
we’ve given up on most of the rules, Arnold has been pretty good at making sure
we stick to the ones that are important, like serving the community. We do that
a lot anyway, but sometimes Nabulungi takes us outside the village to serve
those who have yet to join the church. It gives Arnold an opportunity to
share his ‘wisdom’ and the rest of us a chance to help out. We were all looking
forward to today, because she told us we’d be visiting sick kids in a hospital
a few villages over, and that sounded like something real special.
I don’t think we realized how good we had it with
Gotswana until today, because that hospital wasn’t even half as nice as what he’s got. There were
sick children everywhere, and the heat, and the smells, and the flies made it
real hard to stomach. Elder Neeley had to go outside and throw up.
Instead of casts, they hang broken limbs from bars above
the hospital beds, and Nabulungi said that the kids are lucky if their bandages even get changed. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sad in my life. All I wanted to do
was get them out of there, but all I could do was sit there and read them
stories from the Book of Mormon.
I don’t think it
made much of a difference, but Nabulungi said she saw some of them smile, and said that’s a really big deal. I guess it is. It doesn’t feel like it, though.
Anyway, even surrounded by so much pain and suffering,
there were miracles happening all around us. I still don’t know where I stand
with my faith, but I do believe in a something, especially after today. One kid was able to go home
after being tied up for eight weeks! And a little girl who hadn’t spoken once
she arrived, called Elder Poptarts ‘dad’ and reached out for him, when it was
time for us to go.
But the best part was how Arnold was invited to baptize this
baby who had been born and then abandoned just two days before. The nurse said
he would need a miracle to survive, so she would take a chance on our religion,
and gosh – I haven’t seen a baby that small since Debbie was born (and thinking
about that made me kind of homesick).
So Arnold did his thing using water from Elder Church’s repurposed
milk jug, and then – get this! – the nurse there named the baby Cunningham! (Nabulungi told me later that she had
convinced the nurse that was a good idea, since they had originally chosen the
name John Smith. Can you believe that?!)
The best part for me, was seeing just how happy that made
my best friend. I know sometimes I make it sound like everything is going
perfect for him, but he’s having a hard time just like the rest of us. We’ve
started to lose some of our friends to their sickness, and what funding we had left, is getting
kind of low. We can’t really ignore the inevitable anymore, and I think it’s
hitting Arnold the hardest.
I need to start reminding him of all the good he’s done
here. And how maybe one day, after we all get home and get good jobs, we can
come back and visit. I think it will cheer him up a bit. And I know Nabulungi would be real glad to see him.
Oh, and just so I don’t forget. Last night Arnold told me
that he’s never had a sleepover before. (A real one, with movies and chips and
soda. Not like when all the Elders pile in the living room, because of some
weird noise we heard outside the mission hut).
So when we get back to Provo, I think I’m going to fix that.
Because the thing is that I’ve never had one either. Arnold is my first best
friend, whether he wants to believe it or not.
/.\ okay Can I request one where y/n is at the beach and she’s just there. Then the om&m boys come with their girls & they play beach games and eventually one asks y/n to play? But the boys leave, which leads to austin and y/n alone &smut?💕
Slight smut warning - I’ll do a part two if requested - 4,107 words - written by Emma.
Summary: After meeting Alfred on an online site for omegas and alphas to find a mate, Arthur decides to make a trip to America to find out if Alfred really is the right mate for him, and if Alfred will think Arthur is the right one too. AU: Omegaverse AU, Cowboy AU Warnings: This will be a slow start fic kinda. In later chapters there will be NSFW content but for now just expect fluff and awkwardness.
Cassius Doomwind, Navigator and First Mate of Doom’s Conflagration, an outfitted pinnace merchant ship. 100 years ago, this ship’s last destination was Port Stalwart, an often-avoided, but necessary port for resupplying or mooring. When Zhaitan’s forces laid waste to the port, they supposedly took these sailors with them, among others. However, with recent happenings, magical disruptions, disturbances, and etcetera, we’ve been seeing the return of misfit members of the Doom Warband. First Urfaust, now Cassius. I’m to wonder if we’ll be seeing the rest of the crew anytime soon. At least this one is adapting to the era a bit bitter than Urfaust.
Rating: M Just in case. I don’t know why, but some slight cussing, maybe a bit of violence when things get out of hand. IF THEY GET OUT OF HAND I DON’T KNOW, this is sort of spur of the moment because there aren’t enough PTA AU *post-pacifist AU) stuff. Also Frisk is about 13, decides not to speak, and has autism (A type called Asperger’s).
Post Pacifist Run-AU
Set a few years after the barrier broke. Toriel now has a job at a middle school helping run it as the vice principal. And when Frisk enters middle school, she finds herself unable to go to the PTA meetings. So she asks her husband, and Frisks other legal guardian, Sans, to start attending.
Lots of hilarity ensues with the gang including soccer coach Undyne and vice coach papyrus, Grillby who loves to cater events with Muffet, and Mettaton who agrees to be involved with his boyfriend’s antics and back his baby Frisk up. And Grandpa WingDing joining in when the two pairs need a break.
Down on the floor playing with the baby any chance he gets, they’ll
joke about being unable to tell which one is the baby. He’d have the
baby on his lap, playing with toys together or reading to her, doing all
the different voices. “And then the mole flings down his paintbrush and
says ‘Bother! Oh blow!’ and ‘Hang spring cleaning!’”
He’s the one that always has to wake up to take care of the baby and
change the diapers, in the morning, while the others are busy playing
with the baby and feeding him, he slumps down at the table pulling a
large cup of coffee toward himself because he was up all night. “Anyone
says one word about me looking tired, I swear I will…” Looks over at
the baby. “Ask you to stay up with the baby instead.”
He’d be the one the kids come to, holding out their arms for him to
pick them up. He wipes their tears when they’re homesick and sits with
them drawing and making them laugh, playing with them on their level.
“You know, all your daddies came from the galaxy and we have special
powers to keep you safe and happy. Daddy Kris can teach you to fly.”
He’d in charge of discipline, taking on a stern expression, but
softening up quickly.
He would spoil that child as much as possible, buying toys, clothes,
and anything that would make them more comfortable and helping them get
ready in the mornings. He’d sit with them at their little table, helping
them with letter blocks and stacking them together to make simple words
for them to sound out. “Say it with me… ‘kang-a-ji’“ Showing him a
picture of a puppy at the same time. He’d be another one in charge of
discipline, making sure they understand what they did wrong.
Once he got over the surprise that someone would actually trust them
with children, he’d enjoy being around the children, singing them to
sleep and helping feed them in the mornings, never getting upset when
they make a mess or start making a fuss, but gently calming them down.
“Shh. It’s alright. We can get this all cleaned up without any tears.”
The children would come to him for hugs often.
Along with the other beagle liners, he’d have lots of fun with the
kids, but he’d also take on more of a comforter role for them, holding
them and soothing hurt feelings as well as mediating. “I’m sure that she
didn’t mean to take your dinosaur toy without asking permission. Why
don’t you two both say sorry and make each other play-dough cakes to
He’d be the one to secretly take the kids out for ice cream before
dinner, making them promise not to tell Suho when they get back so they
giggle all the way home and get hyper, but they’d love how he plays with
them. “Remember, not a word or Chen Apba won’t be able to take you out
for ice cream again.” He’d let them sit on his lap whenever and would
tell them stories or do hand-clapping games with them.
He’d be a really playful apba, running around after them through the
house as they squealed in laughter, hiding behind Suho’s legs and
peering around at him. Or he’d play hide and seek, hiding so well that
they give up. When he comes out, he’d be disappointed. “You got hungry
and just gave up to get food from D.O Apba?”
He’d do a lot of cooking for the children or heating of milk bottles,
feeding them patiently and carrying them and gently rocking them to
sleep for nap time, singing soft lullabies. He’d also take on a lot of
the care when one of them gets sick, wiping noses and petting their
backs when they have fevers. “I know the medicine tastes yucky, but if
you want to play with your daddies, you need to take it.”
Don’t expect him to many of the dirty jobs like changing diapers,
though he could help bathe them, pretending he’s a sea monster, and he’d
happily go along with whatever make-believe scenario they make up. He’d
let them ride on his shoulders when they go to the park together,
pushing them on the swings and playing like he’s the same age. Growling
fiercely, “run fast or the tiger’s going to catch you and eat you up!”
At naptime, he’d end up being one of the first to fall asleep, the kids
piling on him because he makes them so comfortable. He’d love playing
with them, letting the toddlers stand on his feet as he dances around
and introducing them to his dogs. “You have to pet very gently because
they’ll get scared.” He’d be very helpful with them overall, but would
also sit around and watch Pororo with them.
The kids would think he’s really cool and would cling to his legs so
he’d play with them, seeing him as a big friend rather than one of the
apbas. He’d give them piggy-back rides and would help run them out of
energy, leting them dress him up to play pirates in the living room, one
couch-ship attaching the other for control of the tv remote
control. “Arr! He shot me, captain! Go on without me!”