I think sometimes you can learn a lot about a person from their clothing choices, and I’ve always sorta wanted to make some fashion sets ^ ^ So I’m making one for the OC kids, starting with the eldest as usual, Yasha! (He’s probably pre-teen-ish around here, maybe, idk)
Yasha still more or less thinks of himself as a boy (when he can be bothered to think about it at all) but loves flowers, pastels, and anything soft and gentle (in harsh contrast to his blunt as a bludgeon personality). And most importantly, he kinda just really hates wearing pants and underwear, when he can get away with full nudity… He takes the young!Victor flower fairy aesthetic to the next level. He can be very picky about what he wears, and usually prefers expensive but relatively unknown specialty brands. His parents, especially Victor, are more than happy to indulge his tastes.
IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s a Yuri!!! on Ice AU, Yuuri-centric with end-game polyamory in an ABO
setting, Yuuri gets married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami)
and they have OC kids.
I was throwing shipping prompts at another author for fic ideas and I accidentally gave myself a ship (It's not really a ship, it's more like a dingy heading for a waterfall). Consider this: Shikamaru and Minato. After the 4th Shinobi War or with time travel involved, but still. Look at it.
So apparently I like this idea a lot oh my god.
This is all massively troublesome, damn it, and Shikamaru only has himself to
Somehow, it was a hell of a lot
easier to disregard what flee on sight
orders mean in the rush that came beforehand, in the uneasy alliance with a
man who should have been dead several dozen times over by now. In seeing the
lines in Sasuke’s face from too many sleepless nights, the way Sakura was
activating her Strength of a Hundred Seal, the impossible determination in the
slant of Naruto’s mouth and the fire in his eyes as he said this last attempt was too close, Shika. We’re
going to send you somewhere you won’t be in danger. Just keep your head down
and you’ll be fine.
Right. Head down. Fine. Which would
have been a hell of a lot easier if he hadn’t landed smack dab in the middle of
an alternate universe’s battlefield, practically on top of the Hokage.
Not his Hokage, because that would be too easy. And also not Hokage yet, so when Shikamaru had dragged
himself off the ground and blurted, “Yondaime-sama!” in front of a squad of Iwa
nin, it was close enough to spilling an S-rank secret that the Yondaime had
The Iwa-nin are dead. Shikamaru got
“Sorry,” Minato says almost
bashfully, leaning over him to check the knots tying his hands. “Is that too
tight? Can you feel your fingers?”
“I’d feel them better if you untied me,” Shikamaru complains, and
wonders where the hell Sai landed. It’s the ANBU commander’s job to keep him
safe, and he could really use some backup right now. And gods, if Shikamaru is
counting on Sai to get him out of
this mess, things have really gone south.
Minato smiles like it’s a joke,
checks Shikamaru’s feet, and drops back into his seat across the small
campfire. “We’ll be back in Konoha in a few days,” he says, like it’s any sort
of consolation. “If you really don’t mean any harm, T & I will let you go
in a day or two after that. You’ll be all right. All we want to know is how you
got that information in the first place. Only the Sandaime, the Daimyo, and I are
supposed to know.”
Being targeted to having
information that other people want is becoming something of a pattern, Shikamaru
thinks, faintly despairing. That’s what got him into this whole mess in the
first place, and if he’d realized how troublesome it would be, he’d have left
that damned scroll where he found it.
With a groan, he flops back to
lie on the grass, staring balefully up at the stars, and it’s hardly comfortable
with his hands tied behind him, but there aren’t really a lot of other options.
He could definitely get out of the ropes if he tried, could probably get past Minato
if he had the element of surprise on his side, but there’s no way he’d be able
to escape the Yellow Flash without help. More help than Sai, at least. They’re both
some of the best, but the Yellow Flash is better.
“I hate my life,” Shikamaru tells
There’s a quiet chuckle, and
then Minato leans over him again, blue eyes warm in the shifting firelight. He dangles
a ration bar over Shikamaru’s face, swinging it lightly, and says, “It might
look better after a meal?”
Shikamaru sighs, but Minato has
a point. He’s pretty useless right now, but if he can get the chance—
Well. For now being here is
definitely safer than being in his Konoha, what with a band of very dedicated
priests trying to kill him and retrieve the scroll that bonded itself to him.
…Shikamaru hates that that is a
reasonable sentence that he can say and understand. It’s all Naruto’s fault
somehow, he’s sure of it.
“Thanks,” he says, not quite
grudgingly, and starts to pull himself up—
Long, callused fingers press a
chunk of mealy protein against his lips, and Shikamaru is so startled his mouth
opens automatically. Minato gives him a cheerful smile, settling next to him,
and damn it, but Shikamaru’s always lowkey thought of him as gorgeous, but that
was before he knew his hands smelled like honing oil and a trace of mint.
“Sorry,” Minato tells him
sincerely. “I can’t risk untying you right now, but I can still feed you. No need
to be rude about it, right?”
Shikamaru doesn’t quite swallow
his tongue along with the ration bar, but it’s a near thing. And—maybe he’s
spent too long around Choji, who takes food very
seriously, but feeding another person is not
what you do unless you mean it.
Oh no, Shikamaru thinks, staring at the man who killed twelve shinobi
in the space of a few seconds, who had him tied up and pinned to the ground
before he could even summon his shadows. Who’s sitting close now, their
shoulders practically brushing.
Shikamaru isn’t exactly a
stranger to sexual attraction—he’s been dealing with both Ino and Sai for years now, and their ongoing, insistent
attempts to wrangle him into another threesome—but this…
This is goddamn troublesome, and Shikamaru objects wholeheartedly.
New series! Ahhhh I hope you like this, it took me a while and I just hope it was all worth it :’) I was gonna do Hansol first but then Yuta got the most votes out of all the members at the time so I changed sorry :’) Tell me what you think about this series and I feel you’re interested in more members :)
omg OK here this finally is
i’m on mobile & therefore do not know how to normally do these intros lmao so bear with me
summary: locking urself in the bathroom to hide from a Gross Fuckboi seemed dreadful………until u locked yourself in there with someone else
warnings: swears! no proof reading ! weed , alcohol , Sinful teens !!! Michael being super out of character!!!! y'all know i’m bad @ this
You remembered that the moment he walked in, you knew you recognized him. School, probably? You couldn’t imagine where else. You might have had a class with him freshman year, but you weren’t sure. It was your first day of your junior year and your boss had somehow scheduled you for a morning shift again. You wiped the sleep out of your eyes and quietly watched as the boy bopped about the 7/11 aisles, clearly awake and happy despite the early morning.
He set his cherry slushie on the counter, pulling his headphones down to his neck as he looked up at you – his eyes widened slightly behind his glasses when he saw you.
One more time, I blame @pimpdaddysebastian for this. Here’s +1k words of barista!Bucky headcanons. <3</p>
Bucky’s job isn’t very exciting or fancy or classy at all
but he loves it anyway. Every morning, he opens up the small coffee shop in
Brooklyn and waits for the ever up and coming flow of people coming in and out
with their coffees everyday.
He puts his long hair up in a tight bun, cleans up his
stubble a little bit and serve everyone in the kindest way he can – even when
people don’t seem to care about kindness at all.
It’s a slow day when she comes in for the first time. There’s
barely 3 people scattered across the room but she still chooses the farthest
spot around before bringing out a pile of books, several colored pens and notes
plus her laptop. He swears he tries to hold the thought because that’s most definitely
something he should not think about but
she’s just way too pretty for him to
Their first interaction goes as good as it can be but even
so, Bucky doesn’t think she’ll be back. Too
much flirting, he thinks to himself once he’s about to close the shop later
in the night, too unprofessional.
She surprises him in the next day when she comes to him in the counter and asks for his
opinion about the greatest drink in their menu. Then, the next day again. And
He’s labelling her as a regular by the middle of the second
week and by the end of it, he’s writing messages on her cups that makes her
smile every time once she sits on her usual spot. He catches that moment every
day but he never mentions it to her. Even after they get together.
She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to say her
order anymore because he knows. She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t
need to look for a spot because he always make sure her usual one is available.
She comes in every afternoon and she doesn’t need to buy anything to eat
because he always sneaks up a pastry for her.
(Sometimes it’s on the house and sometimes it isn’t. Bucky
pays for it occasionally but he figures she doesn’t need to know that).
There’s this one day that his shift ends while she’s still
there and he can’t help but go to her to see if she’s satisfied. That day also
happens to be the first day they spend together. Maybe our first date, as she says to him in their first anniversary.
Their first date of many, given she started waiting for his shift to end almost
every day from that moment on.
Bucky realizes she’s way more than just a crush when she
arrives at the coffee shop later than usual with puffy eyes and red cheeks. An
exam gone wrong and she’s upset and he’s suddenly asking for an early leave,
just so he could stay with her rather than just watching from the counter.
It takes some time until they officially start dating but his co-workers at the shop say that he’d
been dating her since the moment she stepped in the place.
Their life isn’t fancy or classy at all but neither of them
would have it in another way. It can sound silly to other people’s ears but the
domesticity they live in is just enough for them and to be honest, with the
amount of stress they endure every day, it’s just what they need.
A part of their life revolves around cooking and baking and Bucky
is pretty sure she’d say it’s her favorite.
Working in a coffee shop earns him some pretty mad skills
with food in general, while her constant studying and working routine gives
little to no time to think about cooking at all, leaving her to rely on takeout
menus constantly. Bucky never really
says it but she just can’t seem to cook or bake at all.
But she’s a good helper when it strikes in him to do a new
recipe, even if she ends up sitting on the kitchen’s counter while eating half
of the ingredients before it makes to the bowl.
Sometimes she tries to cook under his supervision when she
finds a nice recipe in the internet and more often than not, they end up in the
nearest grocery store with way too
much ingredients and unnecessary things on their basket. Still, 99% of the time
the recipe fails.
(Though she blames him. Apparently, it’s impossible to cook
with her body all wrapped up in your big
arms, Bucky, and your chest pressed against my back. Jesus!).
The takeout menus are still there but with time they’re
totally forgotten over his homecooked meals and fresh baked pastries that she
swoons and kisses him for everytime. Bucky knows he doesn’t have much to offer
but he loves the fact that he can do this for his girl and that she loves it so
Pancakes and fresh coffee in the morning that results in content
hums against his mouth, nuzzles against his neck and lazy thank you’s until she
realizes she’s late for class. Instagram food posts that she jokingly sends while
asking for him to cook only to come back home to the said dish and a cute
She has credit in this too, given she’s the one who
introduces him to different and peculiar
types of food and sweets like Japanese seafood flavored Kit-Kats and hot chili
lollipops. She’s the one who suggests a day out every week just so they can
taste weird food.
(She’s the one who comes up with the idea but she never
finishes what they buy).
But there’s normal restaurants and new introduced dishes
that it suddenly becomes his new favorite. There’s feeding each other between
laughs and scooping a little bit of the other’s dessert. There’s kisses that
tastes like wine and tomato sauce or chocolate and strawberry. There’s finding out new restaurants and cheap
diners and low-key bars with acoustic music and a local singer.
Also, it’s funny how people at the coffee shop are already used
to her presence.
Sometimes she just pays these little visits and Bucky starts
to notice that not just his co-workers but other regular clients also know her. It’s pretty impossible not to, even
more when they make a point of asking about your
girl, Barnes, or when they tease him to death with the help of his
Ever the worried and busy woman she is, Bucky isn’t
surprised to know she often overworks herself with study and her job. She’s
incredibly smart and he genuinely admires how dedicated she is.
He’s seen her spend nights awake just to finish a college
paper, he’s seen her cry in frustration over that one subject she didn’t
understand while studying for an exam, he’s seen her run up and down the city
in order to do something for her boss. There isn’t much he can do to help
except his little things.
Back rubs and massages and 5 minute breaks when she needs to
stay up until late, tea and coffee and sweet pastries and sweet good luck
kisses in the next day when she’s got dark circles around her eyes. Slow
readings and quizzes when she needs to grasp a hard subject. A way or two of
carrying her up to the bed when she falls asleep in weird positions on her
desk. A celebration coffee as he waits for her outside the university building
after a good exam.
Their first five years together pass by as a lightning.
She’s nearly over with college after several times of him leaving
hickeys on her neck and thighs, almost getting her in trouble for it, after
several glares when she sees him at the coffee shop, after several of his
smirks as a reply.
She’s nearly over with college when he buys her a puppy,
brown and caramel and grizzly with blue eyes that she insists it looks like
She’s nearly over with college when he realizes that maybe, this is just the beginning.
And then, it’s her graduation day and he feels like he can
burst with pride and joy for her but also of nervousness because nobody knows,
but there’s a little red box inside his black tuxedo that might change
everything for them.