[[ I liiiiiive! And I’ve returned to you with some writing! *distant cheering* I’m starting to work through my prompts, so if you’ve sent one in, never fear they have no been forgotten! For this prompt, @eclipseoftheheartandsoul asked for Deaged! Tony, Bucky and Steve, with Darcy calling baby Tony a stud. I hope you enjoy it, dear! ]]
The elevator lets out an obnoxious ‘ding’ as it arrives, the sound loud enough to draw the attention of everyone in the room. The doors slide open to Darcy’s grinning face, “Okay, so it’s ass o’clock in the morning and there’s more blood than caffeine in my system. What’s the emergenc- whoa!” Darcy cuts herself off mid tirade and blinks as Natasha bears down on her. The usually immaculate assassin is now anything but; her hair in a riotous mass of curls around a pale face bare of makeup. There’s what looks suspiciously like a jam kiss riding high on her left cheekbone, and a matching chocolate one on the opposite cheek. Natasha’s clothes aren’t faring much better, covered in glitter and scraps of felt. “Okay, why does it look like a day care centre threw up on you?” Darcy wonders aloud, in the tone of someone who very much does not want the answer to that question. Natasha’s eye twitches worryingly, and Darcy spends a moment silently reciting her will, and then gets distracted by the thought of Thor carrying her coffin, alone and shirtless. The image is both morbid and hot, very hot. Muscles.
When Darcy returns to reality, Natasha is still staring at her, patiently, like she knows Darcy just briefly left the planet. “Children.” She enunciates carefully, when she realises Darcy is paying attention. Darcy blinks, and slides her gaze over the other woman’s shoulder to the disaster zone beyond. Bruce is sprawled across the couch, covered in glitter and snoring. Clint is dozing on the back of the couch, his hair spiked with an alarming green substance Darcy doesn’t dare identify. Even Thor looks exhausted, slumped on the floor and hugging Mjolnir like a particularly hard, hammer shaped safety blanket. Actually, now that she’s looking, the ends of his hair look a little singed. “Children did this?” Darcy finally gets out, and is treated to a repeat of Natasha’s eye twitch. “It looks like you were attacked by a horde of angry scrap bookers!” Darcy’s voice climbs in volume, and Natasha’s eyes go wide. She gets halfway through shushing the other woman when a soft ‘thump’ comes from another room, and Natasha goes still. “Oh, no.” She whispers, as Clint snorts awake on the couch and Darcy looks on in bemusement.“The young sirs are awake.” JARVIS says, in the same tones one might say ‘the bomb is about to go off’, or ‘the zombies are at the door and you just used your last bullet’. Darcy belatedly wonders if she should have brought her taser, at least for comfort since she can’t see herself tasering small children, no matter how demonic. And then the sources of terror enter the room, and Darcy forgets about the state of the other Avengers entirely.Bucky enters first, and is easily recognised for his tiny metal arm. He’s wearing Iron Man pajama pants and a Hulk shirt, looking tousled and sleepy-eyed as he wanders in. Steve is behind him, tiny and fey looking with his white blonde hair and impossibly blue eyes. He’s clutching a teddy in one hand and Bucky’s flesh hand with the other. Tony is the last, and his appearance takes the longest for Darcy to compute.
He’s wearing a suit. He’s a tiny, dapper, immaculate little gentleman and Darcy just wants to smoosh his fabulous little face. “Oh, my god look at them. Look at them.” Darcy whisper shrieks, and the kids blink at her with varying levels of suspicion. After a moment, Tony walks past the other two, crosses the room and holds his hand out to her. “Hello, ma’am. My name is Tony.” He says crisply, and while it’s adorable it’s also a little sad to see such perfect manners in someone so obviously young. Darcy grins and reaches down to shake his hand. “Hi, Tony! I’m Darcy.” She replies, like this is totally normal, and is treated to a shy smile. “You’re very pretty, Miss Darcy.” Tony whispers, like it’s a secret, and his little face goes all pink. Darcy almost swoons. Bucky barrels up next to Tony, Steve on the other side until Tony is smooshed between them. “M’Bucky, an’ this is Steve.” Bucky declares, glaring pointedly at Darcy’s hand where it still cradles Tony’s until she lets go. Bucky immediately links his arm through Tony’s and Steve does the other, mutinous blue eyes staring up at her until Darcy feels wildly uncomfortable. “Nice to meet you, boys.” She gets out weakly, and then can only watch as Tony is resolutely tugged away to a small table in the corner covered in art supplies. Evidently, the table is where everything started. Natasha stares mournfully after them, no doubt expecting another explosion of mess. “I told you,” She says softly, and Darcy nods dazedly. After a moment of watching the three boys carefully orbiting each other’s space, she grins brightly. “Dude, baby Tony is a stud!”
Hi, I think it was two years ago when I dyed this outfit white to use as a bridal dress for a Halloween costume. I pulled it out again because I got these gorgeous wings. They were originally for a friend but found out later they didn’t think it would match and no longer wanted them. I have another friend who’s interested so keeping them till they have the gold. They’re the Winter Sky Glass Wings from the recent Wing Gach. I didn’t actually like the Glass Wings but after seeing these in person, they’re gorgeous. Though unfortunately I have almost nothing to match myself RIP Besides this dress and I’d hate for them to sit in my dressing room like my White Cupids (Since i stopped using white on outfits, they no longer match either RIP). Anyway here’s pictures if anyone was interested in how these wings look like. Alot of the new bigger wings are incredibly rare from gach or people are just keeping them. I also got a few pictures with Milk. Check out this smothering <33333
How would Akashi, Aomine, Kise, Hanamiya and Imayoshi react to their Fem! SO walking down stairs in sexy lingerie telling them to go back to bed only to find their boyfriend's whole team waiting by the door? How would the team react too?
Oh my gosh yess! Thanks to Victoria Secret’s and their lingeries haha because I really didn’t know any nice ones from the top of my head ;u;
Akashi: The emperor himself wouldn’t even be fazed at the sight of you sauntering down the stairs with you only in your matching black lace lingerie, which was loosely covered by your silk kimono. He would turn to look up at you with a faint smile displayed across his face. He’d assure you he’d return to you soon after he had finished talking to his teammates who were paralyzed by the sight of you half naked before them. They all stared with mouth agaped and faces filled with embarrassment. Mibuchi was the only one who had looked away bashfully, knowing all too well that Akashi would do something if he’d keep staring. “Is there something you need my flower,” he asked. You shook your head and began to make your back to the bedroom, “No, the bed is just cold.” He nodded and told you again that he’ll be there in a few minutes and that he had to ‘talk’ with his teammates as well as sew their eyes shut.
Aomine: Your navy-haired boyfriend heard you walking out of the bedroom and into the foyer where he was standing with his teammates. The sight of you in a ruby wine pleated babydoll lingerie brought a toothy grin to his face, “Hey kitten, is there something ya need,” he asked as he turned to you who was leaning your shoulder against the wall. “What’re you doing? Come back to bed,” you whined. You hadn’t noticed till Aomine stepped out of the way for you to see the rest of his teammates at the door. Imayoshi pushed up the frame of his glasses, in hope to hide the smirk on his face. Wakamatsu and Susa’s face became tinged with red in seeing you in the attire. Sakurai on the other hand was apologizing as he covered his flushed face with his hands. Aomine turned to his teammates with the same expression on his face, “As you can see, I’m kinda busy,” he released the door and let it close itself as he made his way over to you. Just before the team had lost complete sight of the two of you, your boyfriend’s large, calloused hands slapped your derriere and purred your name into your ear.
Kise: You descended down the stairs, in looking for your boyfriend in your orange pink colored satin slip, decorated with floral lace patterns along the edges. “Ryouta,” you whined as you rubbed your eye tiredely, “Come back to bed will you?” The sound of your voice had caused Kise to turn around sharply, completely in shock, “___cchi! Go back to bed,” he began pushing you back up the stairs with a smidge of pink promptly displayed on the edge of his cheeks. He didn’t like the idea that you were seen in such sexy lingerie in front of others and had wanted the view for himself. “Eh? Okay, but you’re coming back with me,” you began to tug at his arm. You looked past his blonde head to the doorway where his teammates stood completely stunned. Kasamatsu had reached another new level of red, Nakamura and Kobori were at loss of where to set their eyes on as their face turned a pink hue, Moriyama swooned at the sight of you as he cursed at Kise for having such a lovely partner and wished he had one for himself, and Hayakawa’s face was red as he voiced his opinion which everyone had trouble understanding. “___cchi,” Kise whined, “I’ll be there in a minute, I have to talk with my teammates,” he turned you back around so that he was pushing your back up the stairs.
Hanamiya: You turned the corner in your black cut-out halter teddy, in search for your sadistic boyfriend who was standing at the door. You slowly wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s waist, “Makoto, come back to bed,” you mumbled into his back. You could hear a low growl come from him as he unhooked your arm, “I’ll be there in a minute.” “Is that ___-chan,” a familiar voice asked. You stepped out from behind your boyfriend and looked over at Hara whose bubble gum just popped. “Hi Hara,” you smiled sweetly. Just beneath his bangs, there was a slight tinge of pink, as well as the Kirisaki Daichi members. They weren’t the type to question Hanamiya’s actions and the most you’d see out of them is their eyebrows cocked or an eyeroll. Yamazaki was the only one who made an audible choke when he had laid eyes on you. Hanamiya slung his arm around you, pulling your head to his chest as he clicked his tongue. “Eyes off,” he commanded. “We’ll talk later, ____ and I are a bit busy,” he said as he mischievous grin spread across his face.
Imayoshi: The reaction from the spectacled captain was quite similar to Aomine. The sight of you descending down the stairs in your matching lace bra and thong, accompanied by a lace garter belt which helped hold your stockings in place, left a devilish smirk on his face. “___-chan, what’re you doing out of bed,” he asked as he turned to you, revealing the teammates at the door. “Hmm? What’s everyone doing here,” you asked sleepily, “ I wanted to know what was taking you so long, Shoichi. Could you come back already.” The reaction from the team was the same: the repetitive apologies from Sakurai, and Wakamatsu and Susa’s crimson face. Aomine on the other hand let out a low whistle as he scanned you with his eyes. “Just another minute, I have to deal with these guys real quick,” he replied. As you turned around, the view of your derriere had everyone’s face a shade darker and Aomine’s grin only wider. No one had noticed their captain was looking at them till an irritated smile was displayed promptly on Imayoshi’s face, “What do you think you’re looking at?” Aomine was the first to leave the premises and the others nervously apologized as they turned to follow their ace.