#moo's laugh my beloved

[basicallyiuploadclips]

i've missed moo's laugh it's so good

#bbs #banana bus squad #terroriser #bigjigglypanda #moo snuckel #i am wildcat #daithi de nogla #vanossgaming #fourzer0seven #moo's laugh my beloved

[jinkicake]

Are You Scared?

Test of Courage with Itto, Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Tighnari, Xiao

A/N: i wrote this in one sitting after playing the new event, it’s kinda fun! i just want to do stupid shit and flirt w kaeya..... sigh,,, i want to write more but the more i write the more i realize why i dont lol

WC - 2k

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A. Itto

“This is going to be too easy!” Itto loudly laughs as he places his hands on his hips. His chest heaves with each breath, pressing high into the air with a slight arch in his spine. 

“Yeah, so easy,” You murmur beside him while your eyes cast to his chest. For a moment, you’re glad no one else from the gang joined the two of you in trying the test of courage. 

If you get alone time with your boyfriend, you’ll always be glad. 

However, you do wish the atmosphere was more fitting for a date. 

Lamely, you trail behind Itto as he confidently walks through the Chinju Forest. As much as you hate to admit it, the test is boring and you can see why no one else wanted to join the leader in coming here. 

“Come on, (Y/N)! Let’s go, let’s go!” Then again, when Itto holds his hand out to you and his eyes light up with excitement, you find that the boring task becomes fun. “I mean, seriously, when is this going to get scary?” Despite Itto’s confidence, you can feel his hand trembling. 

You watch his worried eyes glance from one part of the forest to another before repeating the action all over again. The forest is nearly empty of all life and is illuminated in the same way that it always is so you don’t really understand what there is to be wary of. 

“Moo-” Behind you, Ushi appears almost out of thin air. He bobs his head up and down while trying to get your attention. 

“Oh, Ushi did you get separated from us?”

“No! It’s a ghost, (Y/N), get it together!” Itto quickly places his hands on your hips and throws you over his shoulder. He holds you tightly against him while slowly backing away from the familiar cow. “Stay back, ghost Ushi!” 

The cow lets out a confused moo as the oni sprints away with you flung over his shoulder. 

In a situation like this one, Itto is not going to fuck around and find out.

Diluc R. 

Before the test of courage even begins, Diluc wants to quit.

He can’t stand to see your fingers shake and your shoulders tense. You look absolutely frightened and the man hates it. 

“We can always return home whenever you feel like it, dear,” Diluc attempts to steady you as you wobble through the forest, and with a firm hand on your lower back, he manages to keep you from wandering off the path. “if you are feeling afraid.”

“I’m not scared?” You stubbornly shake your head and from the press of your lips, Diluc can tell that you are lying. “Why would I be afraid?”

Diluc isn’t really too sure himself either. 

“Remember that I am right here with you,” Diluc’s calming words and gentle touch do wonders to calm your racing heart. In the darkness of the woods, he lifts his hand and creates flames licking off the tips of his fingers. With this, the darkness isn’t as scary and you’re entirely too grateful for the light. 

A chilly breeze flows through the air and dims the flames in seconds. Diluc scoffs. 

He already knows who is behind the trick, he can hear his brother and the bard giggling from a bush beside the two of you. 

“Please, let’s return home,” Diluc quietly begs as he squeezes your hand, he can’t take another minute doing this pathetic test and seeing you scared. 

He doesn’t understand why your eyes start to light up at his pleading. 

“Oh my archons, are you scared, Diluc?” You gasp and cover your smile with your hand, who knew he had a weak spot?

Diluc wants to roll his eyes, he wants to ask ‘really, is that what you think’ but he bites down on his tongue. 

If this will get you out of here quickly then he’ll confess to anything. 

“You know me so well, my beloved.”

At some point, a few weeks later, Diluc deeply regrets forfeiting and leaving early. He’d take it all back to silence the bard and cavalry captain’s ongoing laughter. 

Kaeya A.

“If you get scared you can just hold me tighter,” Kaeya’s lips brush against your ear as he teases you, his sultry voice causes you to shiver. How he managed to convince you to do a test of courage is something you’ll never understand. “my little scaredy cat.”

“I’m not going to get scared.” You bite back but your hands are already firmly wrapped around his bicep. Kaeya teasingly flexes the muscle underneath your touch and sends a wink your way as he guides you through the Whispering Woods. 

The forest is so much creepier at night. A fog has rolled throughout the woods, coating the floor and area surrounding you in a murky substance.

The terrible weather ultimately impairs your vision and you can only see a couple of meters in front of you. Not being able to see freaks you out much more than you care to admit. 

Subconsciously, you hold onto Kaeya even tighter. 

“Who is on the scaring team again?” Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, thumping against your ribs with each step that you take. It’s as if you’re on high alert and you’re trying to catch any sound that passes by you. 

“I believe Klee and-” 

Suddenly, a twig snaps beside you. 

“Did you hear that?” You shush Kaeya with a pathetic swat of your hand before slowly turning to look at the shadow looming behind you. The tall figure towers over you and wields a claymore high above their head. At the sight of the large weapon slowly falling towards you, you fear you may have passed in shock. 

Kaeya’s not sure he’s ever heard you scream so loudly before in his life, and by some miracle, you muster the strength to pull him behind you as you run away. 

“and Diluc,” Is what Kaeya had wanted to add when you asked him who was on the scaring team. Perhaps if you had known that, this wouldn’t have been as terrifying. Then again, knowing you, perhaps not. 

K. Ayato 

“Shall we try being on the scaring team, my dear?” Ayato asks as he hands you a frightening mask, one that is bright red with eyes all over its canvas. You nearly drop the item in shock but, turn it over and place it face down on your lap. Your husband smiles as he looks for another mask, a blue one to match your own. “I think it will be fun, don’t you?” 

His hand reaches to gently cup your cheek, holding your face in his palm. The warmth of his touch spreads across your face and throughout your entire body as you reach up to hold his wrist. 

“I do think it will be worth our while.” 

Ayato looks pleased with your answer before he places a soft kiss under your ear. One of the reasons that the two of you get along so well is because of your shared interest in games. 

“We’ll make the perfect team.”

With Ayato’s hydro talent and your gift of cyro, he creates an uncomfortable sound of water dully hitting a rock as you form a chilly breeze. If any of the participants dare to look your way, they’ll see the masks sitting neatly on your faces and then run away in terror. 

That includes the deeply adored housekeeper. 

“Lady Ayaka, we must go!” 

You had to hush your husband, who laughed louder than he was supposed to, as you both watched Thoma drag Ayaka and the traveler out of the forest. In fact, you’ve never seen the housekeeper with such a sense of urgency except when it came to Ayaka. 

It seems that Ayato has never found anything funnier. 

“Hush,” You scold as he braces himself with his hands on his thighs, your husband’s shoulders shake as he attempts to catch his breath. “we are really good at this, hmm?” 

Ayato tries to calm himself down as he moves his arms to wrap around your waist.

“Yes, we are, aren’t we?”

Tighnari 

“Ghosts aren’t real. Don’t be afraid,” Tighnari’s hard truth causes the glare that you send him to harden. 

“I know that.” You grit your teeth in irritation, fear only fuels your anger. The desert can be rather spooky at night, especially where the two of you have been patrolling. 

If you have to see another dead hilichurl or any more blood scattered across the sand, you might just turn around and go home. 

“Imagine that this is the children’s game from Inazuma,” In his own way, this is Tighnari’s attempt at comforting you. He doesn’t express it much in a traditional way but, he does care about you. “I believe it is called the test of courage.”

You quietly continue to rummage through the sand, searching for the lost plant bulb that was spotted near the area. With puffed-out cheeks, you wonder why the two of you got sent out so far for a commission that has little to do with either of your professions. 

Your fingers knock against something small and sort of hard, you reach for it blindly. With little hesitation you grab the object and pull it out from the sand and hold it up into the air, allowing it to be illuminated by the moonlight. 

Tighnari jolts are your pitiful scream. 

“(Y/N)?” He lunges for you, pressing you down to the sand and covering your body with his own. 

“I’m done! I’m going home!” You screech as you try to push him off of you, you’ve never been so fed up with a task before. 

Tighnari subtly eyes the hilichurl mask you managed to pull out of the sand. 

“Don’t be scared,” He attempts to soothe your fear, to provide you with some sort of comfort but, it is too hard to do as his lips being to quiver. “i-it’s okay.” Tighnari can’t stifle his laughs no matter how hard he tries. 

Instead, he focuses on patting your head to try and get the frown off of your face. 

Xiao

“It’s called a test of courage,” You explain to Xiao as the two of you walk through the abandoned village of Wuwang Hill. Xiao doesn’t look impressed in the least as he crosses his arms over his chest and scans the nearby area. “basically we prove how brave we are by not getting scared!”

“Hmm,” By the sound of it too, Xiao isn’t affected or bothered by this game in the least. He doesn’t seem creeped out or any different than his usual stoic self. Mentally, you thank him for being such a strong pillar. Just having him with you makes this so much easier already. 

However, you still manage to think that this test will be easier said than done. The eerie atmosphere sets your senses on high alert regardless of how composed you think you are. 

But, the adeptus tends to think differently. 

“It’s calming, isn’t it?” Xiao asks as he tilts his head up to look at the dark gray sky. You try to face the situation from his point of view and admire the quiet noises coming from the forest. When you think about it, the sound of the bugs humming and the gentle breeze in the grass is comforting. 

“It is,” Too eagerly, you reach for Xiao’s hand and hold it in your own. He doesn’t pull you away or shake you off one bit, he lets you hold on until your heart is content. “we should go on walks together more often.” 

Gently, Xiao squeezes your hand and his sweet touch sends your heart soaring. In his presence, you entirely forget why you were here in the first place. The test is now long forgotten in your mind as you instead focus on walking with him. 

If you would have looked any closer, you would have noticed that it was just the two of you in the forest the entire time. When those on the scaring team saw the adeptus hanging off of your shoulder, they left without a second thought. 

The game is much easier than normal for you thanks to Xiao. 

#itto x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #ayato x reader #tighnari x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #arataki itto x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #Kamisato Ayato x reader #tighnari x y/n #xiao x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x you

[heavensorhells]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE ∞

to my dearest amanda, my mandy moo, my beloved, my best friend, my favorite virgo, my sun, the mother of my kids, the keeper of my heart, ryan to my sharpay, obi-wan to my anakin, lilo to my stitch, buttercup to my bubbles .. wishing you the happiest of birthdays !! i wish words could do my love for you justice but i know for a fact that, that will never be the case. the adoration, the fondness, the appreciation that i have for you and the beautiful friendship you have blessed me with, can never be entirely expressed in the twenty six letters of the alphabet. and even if i was fluent in all seven thousand of the world's languages, that still wouldn't be enough. my love for you is boundless. three years of friendship truly feels like a whole lifetime when we've shared so many fond memories — from all our movie dates, to our early morning antics and late night shenanigans, to yelling our love for each other at each other every chance we get, to 'i love you the same', to crying when we go a day without talking, to claiming hasbulla as our son, to yelling about our kids, yelling at our kids, to all the inside jokes, to laughing until we cry, to creating together. i honestly can't even pick a favorite. i hope you know that getting to talk to you is the highlight of my days. i also hope you realize just how loved you are. not only are you beautiful inside and out, but you possess so much talent and creative ideas in that big, juicy brain of yours. your soul radiates sunlight and your positive energy is so contagious. i could go on to write entire novels about why you are the most extraordinary human being. how blessed i am to have met you and know you in this lifetime. but i'm going to end this here with three words i will never get tired of saying to you .. i love you, i love you, i love you. @devilscherubs

love forever, ginger.

#it’s the love of my life’s birthday!!!! #amanda tag. #everybody go show her some love #she deserves the world <33

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

A disturbed slumber

A little short story about the lives of Lance and my OC Farmer Julian, because I'm craving fluff 💕

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"Morning, sleepyhead, wake uuuup."

"Mmmm... Five more minutes..."

Julian sighed softly and kept looking at Lance: no matter how much he tried to pretend he was pouting, the sight of his beautiful, sleepy husband made his eyes soften and his heart melt.

Young farmer turned to the nightstand beside the bed: the dial showed seven in the morning. It didn't look like morning from the window, though, for winter days were short, and now it was the middle of the cold season.

The whole farm was covered with a white, fluffy blanket, the snowdrifts reaching down to his knees, no less. Julian got up from the warm bed, which beckoned to stay warm longer, and decided to open the window, letting the frozen fresh air into the room. Brrr! Even though it was cold, the freshness of the morning was always invigorating. Lance, who was still in bed, didn't appreciate the breeze, and, muttering something, wrapped himself more tightly in the blanket. Julian burst out laughing.

"You sure are spoiled", Julian said softly, quietly, with a smile on his face.

Life on Gildergreen Farm, as in the whole of the Stardew Valley, has come to a standstill. Plots of fertile land were covered with snow; chickens, cows, goats, and other animals slept in warm barns and coops, well-fed, well-groomed, and happy, so that there was no need to worry about them in the morning. The pumpkin growing in the greenhouse for the upcoming Winter Star (because what's a holiday without pumpkin pie!) was still ripening and didn't need urgent attention either.

Even their dog Orion, a faithful four-legged friend and comrade, also lay near the warm radiator, seeing dog dreams about treats and steak. Next to him, snoring softly was the black cat Julian and Lance had named Midnight. A homeless creature that they found (well, "found"- a fluffy black fur ball came to them on the threshold of the house and meowed until they took it under their roof).

Everything was in deep sleep, and only the young farmer had gotten up at such an early hour out of habit, what an outrage! He even tries to make his favorite person wake up - a real crime, no other way! He kinda wanted so much to get into a warm and comfortable bed again, to embrace his adored husband, to feel the warmth of his beloved man.

But instead, Julian, because of his playfulness, decided to do some teasing.

He came back to the bed, sat on the edge where Lance was sleeping, slowly pulled the blanket off him, and leaned closer to kiss his neck, his cheek, his ear. Lance muffled mooing at the touch of warm lips on his sensitive skin, fidgeting with the sheet, drowsiness making him unable to realize whether he was pulling away from the kisses or exposing his neck to make Julian more comfortable.

"Hmnng... Julian..."

"Time to get up, my dear. The nobles sleep until noon, but true warriors and adventurers wake at first light", Julian, without remorse and with a cheeky grin, continued to leave wet paths on his half-asleep husband's skin.

Eventually, even Lance's patience came to an end, and when he finally opened his eyes, he grabbed Julian's arm, and with one tug, fell the young man over himself onto the bed. Julian realized with a gasp of surprise that in an instant he was already lying with his back on the soft mattress, his hands intercepted by one of Lance's arms. Lance sat down on his hips and looked up at Julian with a slightly angry look. Julian couldn't help but notice how adorably disheveled Lance's hair was, a little crumpled and uncombed.

In seconds, the sullen expression of a man whose sleep had been shamelessly disturbed was replaced by a sly smile that young farmer didn't like. With his free hand, the pink-haired adventurer pulled up Julian's night shirt and touched his belly, causing Julian to jump and yelp.

The realization came too late.

"Oh, no no no... Lance, no, don't-"

Quickly running his fingers over and over, Lance tickled the most sensitive place on Julian's body, listening with delight as his husband shrieked and laughed, trying to free himself from his grip.

Orion was also awake from the noises and was watching them with interest, tail wagging. Midnight, having noticed the source of the noise, looked on indifferently, yawned and went back to sleep.

Julian kicked and jerked his legs helplessly, unable to throw his tormentor husband off his hips.

"Lance, please! Hahaha! Mercy! Mercy!"

Julian pleaded, still giggling and laughing, and Lance stopped only when he saw tears welling up in his husband's multicolored eyes.

"You're awful", Julian said dramatically, trying to catch his breath.

"Says the man who woke me up this early", Lance watched victoriously how Julian's chest rise and fall. He then gently cupped Julian's chin and kissed him on the lips.

"Stay in bed with me a little longer, my love. It's not often we get a chance to snuggle in bed like that"

Julian wanted to pout some more, but Lance's raised hands in a threat to tickle made Julian realize his fight was lost.

"Fine", feigning displeasure, Julian opened his arms wider, sinking into Lance's arms and feeling him cover both of them with a fluffy blanket. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep.

Everything fell back into deep slumber again.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sve lance #farmer julian #just some fluff because fuck angst #i want them being dorks and lovely birds

[anazitos]

SYBILL AND PETER

Sybill and Peter met in the library. Even though sybi isn't really a big fan of books, she really likes riddles. Which is something that studies exist. So after work she goes to the bookstore, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Just focused on studying and delving deeper into your beloved divinations.

Everything changes when she starts paying attention to a certain boy. He always went to the next session, taking my books, sitting in the same corner. This intrigued sybi. She wasn't much for paying attention to her surroundings, much less people. But something about him caught her attention, and that only made her more excited to study divinations.

Their first interaction was on a Tuesday, Sybi had a bunch of books and bad eyesight. She literally stopped in an available corner, just to sit down and organize her stuff. It was then that she looked ahead and realized that the boy with blond hair was right in front of her with those fat eyes wide open. She almost had a heart attack right there.

She apologized exaggeratedly, while the boy didn't even blink. He held some kind of comic in his hands, Siby was too nervous to notice properly. It was then when he was about to get up that he spoke. She said there was no problem with her staying, that everything was fine, she said with a smile on her face. So she was, totally embarrassed but she stayed. Of course she wanted to know his name, and as she was never a shy person she simply asked after a long silence. He looked at her a little measuredly, but responded.

"Peter. Call me peter."

Oh, Peter. Sounds like a hypnotic melody.

He didn't ask her name back, but she didn't mind anyway.

Then she started to sit next to him. They didn't talk, sometimes they looked at each other but that was it. Until one day, Peter spoke up. "Sorry, I didn't ask your name. And why do you read this?" His way of speaking was so comical that Sybi couldn't help it and laughed. Peter didn't understand, but he started laughing too. But later he will learn that the name of the girl in front of him is Sybill, she studies divination and signs. Hence the strange books.

The silence over the next few days began to be filled with conversations, laughter and jokes. To the point that books and comics are forgotten. Peter liked to cook, his favorite hero was Spider-Man, he also had a pet mouse. Sybill liked thrift stores, hot tea and cookies, children and had twelve pet cats. They learned so much about each other in weeks inside a bookstore. They didn't care about the place, they cared about each other's company.

Their first date was at a magic item store. Sybi said she would take Pete there, as if it were a necessity. They walked around the store, Sybi telling scary stories to make Pete scared, and Pete scared to death and making jokes at the same time. They ate so many things, talked about their tastes, showed photos of their pets. They discovered that they both prefer to stay at home watching movies while eating popcorn.

It didn't stop there, they went out a lot more. Going to each other's houses, or going to your favorite places. They loved giving each other gifts, going to waterfalls even though they didn't know how to swim, having pillow fights or just enjoying each other's company.

They started dating after six months, but before that they already considered themselves together. They wear matching rings, sun and moo.

The end.

| I apologize if it was bad or confusing, English is not my first language and most of the things I wrote using the translator. Anyway, I hope you like it.:3|

#marauders #jegulus #peter pettigrew #sybill trelawney #remus lupin #james potter #fanon #headcanon

[omegamoo]

chomps on u Hi Moo ^_^ 🍓

i’m late with this but MOSS MY BELOVED. you are so amazing like genuinely,,, first internet friend and i feel so lucky to know you you’re so sweet and caring and also so funny you make me laugh so hard all the time you’re also introspective and smart and i love talking with you,,,,, yeah you’re just amazing for realsies and one day i swear i will spin you around and hug you yeah yeah yeah

#asks #moss apileofmoss!!! #strawberry ask game

[bigbowserpharma]

Big Bowser Log: Inevitable Victory:

Every now and then you need to make deals. You can’t do it all on your own. You need other people around you to succeed. Use them. Take advantage of the opportunities they provide. And so I began accepting deals. I started with small things. Cereal brands, toys, drinks. It was until I signed the racing sponsorship that everything took off. At first it was simple. They can use my infrastructure. I act as a temporary host for their competitions. It was never fun having those nuisances frolic about own my property but eventually it became intriguing. I continued to add flares every season. Only things I knew about. Stones disguised. The fall of the Thwomp became something to fear. Even my greatest enemy, that buffoon of an ape, who betrayed me and left me for dead could not weather the weight of my ingenious geological life forms. I laughed and cackled as race after race I left the residents of the mushroom kingdom shattered and broken. But the audience, those stupid toads and koopas ate it up. I knew I had to step it up and so I made on offer. Put me in. Let me show them what I can do. Let them witness my skill, my greatness, my speed, my inevitable victory. And they said yes. How could they not. The first and second race were nothing for me. First place, those fools lingered and struggled leagues behind me. It was a cake walk. Not that I’m much of a fan of cake, these just better sweets out there, but I digress. The third race is when things got interesting. Moo Moo Meadows. Those accursed beasts of burden should have stayed in their lane. They didn’t know to fear the King. I got distracted, overcome by rage, and I lost sight. Those milky sacs of flesh needed to be taught a lesson. And in my fury I let my goal slip from my grasp, falling between my claws. I could only stare in abject horror as the blue shell lingered above me. My most powerful creation. The fate changer. And change my fate it did. It crushed me. Shattered fortitude, leaving me a husk of a shell. I scraped out alive barely, 3rd place would have to do. Podium is mandatory, but those devils surpassed me. The captain and his archeologist. The two who took the title of their ancestry in blatant arrogance. In second place Captain Toad. And in first the pink rascal of a woman herself, Toadette. The one who turned my inventions against me. And so I knew in the final race. I had to alter the course of their lives forever. I began my work. Thankfully the final race was on my home turf. My monolith. My Castle. I had something waiting for a while now. Deep beneath my fortress. A beast. The race went as I had planned. I waited. Lingering in my podium position, 3rd place. I let them reach the end. As they neared the finish line I watched as the ground broke open. The behemoth of a beast, a scaled winged tyrant. My masterpiece, my dragon, my dear beloved Draggadon. I let him take her, whisk her away. And within their claws, she screamed as they carried her away. And of course now Captain Toad would follow as he always does. Always did. Because he stayed. He drove for the finish line. But of course I was prepared. My little blue friend. I watched that shell detonate. Sending his body flying through the air. Soaring into oblivion. And then I finished the race. 1st place. A winner. The best. As I always am. And always will be. The champion.

[iceslushii]

“..100% flanking.”

#bbs #banana bus squad #yumi #fourzer0seven #daithi de nogla #moo snuckel #i am wildcat #wob source #brocks laugh my beloved

[charthanry]

BBS: Putting the Com in RomCom (a crack analysis)

BBS has categorically been described as a romcom which we all know is a bald-faced lie made by lying liars who lie otherwise why else would BBS tumblr hold each other and collectively cry into our tear-stained pillows every night? BUT if these liars are determined to call our beloved a romcom, then here is my list of meta moments from the show that genuinely made me cackle. (Or the one time when most of my post commentary consists of WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING HERE?!!)

EP1 - Kid with pursed lips out here breaking hearts and taking prisoners.

This is SUCH a Pat thing to do so how much do I love that they let young Pran steal the scene? You know this grated young Pat sooooo BAD making it THAT much more funny. He probably lost sleep over it. And the pursed duck lips really puts it over the top for me. Who even raised you, you little gremlin? Not prim and proper, never a hair out of place, Dissaya and Mr. I Must Listen to Classical Music While I Eat Dad? While hilarious, what I love most about this is how we learn that Pat received it as good as he gave. Pran was no pushover even at the gremlin-age.

EP2 - Sighting: Man with framed picture of himself next to bed in case he forgets what he looks like.

Why, show, why? This is clearly a picture of Nanon and NOT Pran. Why didn’t they use a family photo of him with his parents or even a baby picture? Why use what’s obviously a modeling picture of their lead actor here? For a show that lives and dies in the details, this is just lazy staging. But what's truly hilarious is the pose, is Pran supposed to be giving himself a come hither look here? Like, is that what's happening every morning when he opens his eyes and the last thing he sees each night? A picture of himself seducing himself???😂😂😂

EP5 - Love Sign #2: Make eyes with your intended while wild horse neighs in background.

This is more of an audio than a visual take, but why is there a horse sound effect when Pat tries to make eyes with Ink??? LMAO. Is Pat meant to be a “stallion” in this scenario? I laughed SO HARD at this. Is this the soundtrack of Pat’s life? Like, what is even happening here? Does he just walk around campus with barnyard animal sounds following him around in his head? What does he need to be doing to hear a cow's moo??? 🐄🐮🐮🐄 You know what? On second thought, I don’t even want to know.

EP6 - BroTip: Prepare for possible gang jumping by pushing up sleeveless sleeves.

My first viewing of this scene had me going HAHAHA!!! Or as Ohm (and all of Thailand) would say 555555!!! What is even happening here? Pat, why, no, just why. And then they add the intense music in the background too? P’Aof and co. were totally trolling us right? There can’t be any other explanation. How many of the crew members struggled to keep a straight face during this filming? And poor Ohm? How many times did he break character laughing just to get through the motions of pushing up sleeves that AREN’T THERE?!! But no, it’s meant to be a serious moment??? I swear with every rewatch even though I know it’s COMING it still takes me out every single time. I keep dying over and over again.

EP9 - Bewildered man attacked by missing armhole in sports jersey.

What is going on here, Pat? Aren’t you suppose to be a pro at sleeveless wear? Was this just an NG that they thought was funny so decided to keep? It just makes Pat look like an idiot who doesn’t know how to dress himself. Is this why you walk around shirtless so often? You don’t get how armholes or sleeves work? Yet another definitive reason why he needs Pran in his life. The boy is clueless and a walking hazard.

EP9 - Oishi green tea allowing gays to be footloose and fancy free since 1993?

BRO, what is even happening here? I CRINGED so hard at this scene and the level of secondhand embarrassment is more than my burning face and ears can handle. Was P’Aof like: hey guys we have to insert this product placement here, so I want you to just go out there and sell it but reallllly mean it. And this was what Ohm and Nanon came up with?? AND P’Aof was like, great job, but can you really try selling it this time? I need more jazz hands. Maybe add the arm wave too? Ohm, I love you but no, just no.

EP9 - Man with tiny gun threatens a weaseling Waisel.

I get that this is a low-stakes show and the whole point of the gun thread was to move the narrative along and get the parents involved, but c’mon this was the best gun the prop team could come up with??? The whole thing is smaller than the dude’s palm. Like, he can barely get the tip of his trigger finger in there??? And now it looks like it’s stuck?? LMAO. I know this was meant to be an OH NO BIG BAD THING IS HAPPENING HERE but the entire thing was just so cartoonishy COMICAL to me. And why even stop there? Dude might as well be twirling an oversized moustache while he’s pointing that tiny gun.😂😂😂

EP9 - Man who thinks he has moves like Jagger, but in fact, very much does not. (Don’t tell him.)

This is such a difficult scene to capture a screenshot of but you all KNOW which scene I’m talking about. In the middle of a brawl involving a tiny gun, Pat decides he’s inside the matrix and can dodge fists and limbs so gets up from the ground like THIS. Whyyyyyy, Pat? Just pull yourself up like a normal person. BE NORMAL dude, it’s not that difficult. Okay, maybe for you it is. Pfft.

EP10 - Tough gangster tries to impress high school kids with velcro wallet.

Pat whips out his wallet and we hear the sccrreeeech of velcro when he opens it and I die (again) of abject horror via secondhand embarrassment. These boys look up to you Pat, can you not embarrass me like this? What 20-something college sophomore carries around a velcro wallet??? And why is Pran just standing there okay with all of this? You have ONE job, Pran. To rein in or at least slow down Pat’s buffoonery. He's not helping himself in that area. And the man’s got a reputation to uphold.😩😩😭😭

EP12 - TFW: I wish I had more middle fingers to give.

The high school flashback scene where Pat and Pran are flipping each other off reminded me so much of that viral gif of the two guys who were so uh, passionate about giving each other the middle finger they each had to have the final say even AFTER crossing the friggin’ street! If you haven’t seen it yet, watch it below. It is SO STUPIDLY HILARIOUS. And I could totally see Pat and Pran doing this back in high school. Only they live next door to each other so they’d race up to their rooms to continue the middle finger fight from their windows and IT WOULD NEVER END.😂😂😂

):):):):):):):) 

Thank you for attending this open mic night at chez charthanry. Be kind, tip your waitresses, ditch the velcro wallets, and leave the muscle tees at home. Don’t be like Pat. 

#bad buddy #bad buddy series #pranpat #pran x pat #bad buddy meta #i tease bc i love #ohmnanon #it's that point in the relationship where I can make fun of BBS now #out of love of course #my stuff #meta #all the scenes where I had to ask P'Aof what were you thinking? #what is even happening here?? #i'm so embarassed for them #like omg the secondhand embarassment burns me #it's the velcro wallet that does me in everytime #i can't with you pat

[soupuids]

moo laughing really hard my beloved

#bbs clips #banana bus squad #bbs #moo snuckel #vanossgaming #terroriser #daithi de nogla #OHHH this video my beloved..... its such a great video!!!!! :') #this is one of my comfort videos aheem heem

[mrs-gucci]

Doth Not Fear, For Our Future Awaits {Prince Kylo Ren x Reader}

@babbushka:

Happy follower milestone my dear friend!! My prompt idea for your consideration: A medieval AU where reader is a lady in waiting to the Queen at the royal court, and Kylo is the crown prince who is in love with her. They can never be together...or can they? However you'd like to take this, if you decide at all, would be so much fun! xoxoxo :)

author’s notes: hello, hello! I’m baaaaack after a lengthy case of writers block 😩 my dearest friend, my beloved, thank you for this wonderful request!! I’ll be honest, I restarted this about three different times, but I’m very pleased with how this one turned out for you <3 @babbushka​

warnings (what you see is what you’ll get!): fluff. forbidden romance/love. passionate kissing. themes of infidelity. use of Shakespearean English. some insults are thrown around.

no tw’s :)

word count: 1.6k

my general taglist peeps! @safarigirlsp​ @babbushka​ ​@mrs-zimmerman​ @dirtytissuebox​ @thepalaceofmelanie​ @einmal-im-traum​ kylo’s taglist peeps! @goddessofsprings @icarusinthesea @lumdelacour @readingreaver @eagerforhoney​ @trubluepensfan​ @beachwoodmonet​ (if you’d like to be added to or removed from any of my taglists, the link to the google form is HERE or at the top of my masterlist.)

[NOT my art/image. full credit to the artist, therealmcgee, and found via Pinterest]

A gentle autumn breeze rustles the masterpiece of dark tresses that sit atop the head of crown prince Kylo Ren, who stands alone in the moonlight-illuminated garden. The birds have ceased their chirps and allowed for the nighttime singers to shine through, crickets and katydids creating a peaceful melody from amongst the grasses.

He stands by the pond, staring down at his gently rippled reflection in the water. A grimace seems to be permanently etched onto his expression whenever he’s in the presence of his overbearing mother or pesky new bride, creating creases in his skin that shall surely remain for the rest of his living days.

As he looks down upon himself under the soft moonlight, he can only see the miserable face of a young man trapped in the cage of a legacy, unable to free himself from the heavy chains of expectation and tradition. Tonight, though, those chains bear an even greater weight for the young royal.

You're all he desires in life, the only thing he wishes to seek out and fight for. Not the kingdom of Alderaan, not his new bride, not even his mother; it’s you. And now, he’s forever bound to the wrong woman, restrained yet again by the rigid ways of his family’s traditions.

What if he no longer wants to be Prince?

A hollow footstep on the stone courtyard startles him from his thoughts and he turns around to gaze upon the intruder of his serene privacy.

“I believeth thy new bride is awaiting that lady marital bedding.”

His expression softens upon the sight of you striding towards him, turning fully around to properly face you as you stand before him. He holds your smaller hands in his much larger ones.

“The lady shalt beest waiting for an eternity, then. I am doubtful of that lady did suppose pureness, if 't be true i am truthful.”

The two of you laugh softly together at his comment.

“I wanteth nay other, Y/N, only thee.”

You offer the crown prince a sad smile. “And I only desire thee, Kylo, but we simply cannot beest together. I am mistress in waiting to thy mother, the queen, and ye art did set to becometh king. 't is 'gainst the laws of the land and we shalt certes beest hanged if 't be true anyone ever did discover our love affair.”

He sighs, forehead pressing against yours as he looks longingly into your eyes. “I wish things wast not this way, yond people couldst beest free to marry for love, not for status or bloodlines.”

“Me too.” You lean into him, bringing your mouth up to hover over his, and his down to meet yours. Warm, gentle wafts of his breath smooth out across your lips and you give a soft whimper in response, pressing yourself further against him. “Telleth me all thee would do to have me as thy bride, Kylo.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, considering you’re barely able to breathe through your nose by now, with your face practically smashed up against him, but that’s the absolute last thing you give thought to at a moment like this. He opens his mouth and lazily attempts to capture you in a kiss, fingertips pressing harder into your sides.

“Gods, I would doth aught for thee. I would giveth up mine coronet, mine legacy for thy handeth.”

Slowly, your arms slither up around the back of his neck, feeling a familiar heat rising and bubbling in your nether regions.  “Telleth me more.”

He’s practically slobbering over you now, so desperate to press his lips unto yours. The hunger surges through him as he pulls you flush against him.

“I would square for thee, square anyone for thy love to belong to only me. I would drop of sorrow mine bloody, beating heart out of mine own chest for thee.”

Your pulse throbs neath your flesh, the upbeat tempo of your heartbeat thrumming in your ears. You sigh into his open mouth, hand coming up to grab hold of his silky hair. 

“Moo.”

Suddenly, he sweeps you up off your feet and instantly presses you against the side of the nearest structure, effectively caging you in with his massive form. He snarls softly, pinning you even further into the wall, forcing a quiet gasp from your lips.

“By gods, Y/N, I would killeth for thee.”

You tighten your grip in his hair and pull him down into a sloppy, passionate kiss. He returns the embrace with eager lips, tongue prodding and exploring every cavern of your mouth. His pelvis presses right up against your lower abdomen, rubbing his stiffening length up against you.

“Kylo.” A sigh pushes its way through your pursed lips as Kylo’s head dips down, lips pecking at the taut skin on your neck.

“Did shalt we runneth hence together. I wanteth to declare our love to the kingdom tonight.” His face lights up as he holds yours in his massive hands, smiling. “I’m sick of hiding in the shadows, sick of having to keepeth myself hence from thee.”

You’re riddled with worry over this sudden decision, rubbing the strong upper arms of your lover. “Art thee sure? This idea worries me greatly, mine sweeting. What if 't be true we receiveth did doth catch? They wilt throweth us in the dungeons for sure; our destiny wilt beest but soft decaying down thither until death showeth us mercy.”

“I don’t care. Allow me to prove all I would doth for thy love and for thy handeth, Y/N. I wilt taketh care of thee, I wilt at each moment maketh sure thee hath't everything thee couldst ever needeth and moo. And we wilt beest together, beest free to love one another at last. Who is't cares whither we art or what our fates wilt beest? We can finally beest together without restrictions, punishments or secrecy.” He presses you further up against the wall, lips parallel to your ear. “Mine life isn't worth living if 't be true thou art not by mine side. Wilt thee runneth hence with me?”

Simply just the thought of that makes your stomach go a flutter, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your eyes flicker up to meet his once more, hands cradling his handsomely carved face.

“I trust thee, kylo, thither's few or none will entertain it path thee decideth to taketh; I wilt remain by thy side. If 't be true thee wish to telleth the kingdom, then I wilt telleth those folk 'longside thee. If 't be true thee wish to runneth hence from this lodging, then I wilt runneth with thee.”

Kylo pulls you close for one more embrace, then guides you along back up to the party. Acidic nerves begins to crawl up your throat as the two of you draw nearer and nearer to the bustling ballroom.

Instantly, the Queen rushes over to her estranged son with a frustrated frown on her face. “Whither on earth hath't thee been?! Thy bride hath been by herself all night waiting for thee to returneth!”

He takes your hand. “The lady is not mine bride, mother, not anymore. Y/n is mine bride, and we don't care what everyone thinkest of our forbidden love. I've grown did tire of trying to prithee, of trying to followeth all of the traditions of our family. I wanteth to marry for love, not for the continuation of our lineage, and i intend to doth so with mine beloved.”

Now, people have begun to look onto the unfolding situation, finding it far more interesting than the festivities. Leia’s eyes search her son’s, then flicker over to glare into yours. A shiver swipes down your spine at her gaze of hatred.

“Thee've poisoned mine son. Callet!”

This gets the attention of even more patrons and suddenly, every single set of eyes are focused on where you stand. You wish to simply crumble in this moment, become one with the Earth in order to escape their accusatory stares. 

“How dare thee speaketh of mine beloved in such a manner?! Didn't thee heareth what I did doth sayeth? We don't care what thee bethink of us, what any of thee bethink of us. We wilt beest together, coequal if 't be true 't doth take every single moment of mine life to achieve.” 

The room is completely still and scarily quiet, not a single shift in position or breath can be heard in this moment. Leia stands up straight to look up into her son’s eyes. “I at each moment did knoweth thee wast nev'r did cullionly to beest in this family. I'm ashamed to hath't thee as a son.”

Patrons begin to stir and an angry unrest drapes itself atop the crowd.

“Throweth those folk in the dungeons!“ One says.

“Death to the coronet prince!“ Another exclaims.

From the very back of the room, another voice pops up. “Traitors!“

Suddenly, Kylo yanks you towards the stairs, breaking out in a full sprint.

“Runneth anon, mine love! We wilt hence!”

Your precious shoes fly off your feet as you run behind him. “Kylo! Mine shoes hath't cometh off! What am I to doth?”

He’s quick to scoop you up and carry you in his arms, breath steadily growing heavier with your added weight. He runs all the way down to the stables and seizes a tacked horse, mounting the perplexed creature swiftly.

“Taketh mine handeth. Doth not fear, for our future awaits, mine beloved.”

With a bright and hopeful smile, you take his hand willingly, the wind catching your hair as rhythmic hoof-falls carry you off to your new life, one you get to spend with the love of your life.

#mrs-gucci #mrs-gucci writes kylo ren #medieval au #medieval kylo #prince kylo ren #prince!kylo ren #prince kylo #prince!kylo #adcu #adcu community #adcu fanfiction #adcu fanfic #star wars fanfiction #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x y/n #kylo x reader #kylo x you #kylo x y/n #kylo ren fluff #kylo fluff #kylo ren x reader fluff #kylo ren fanfiction #adam driver #adam driver character #adam driver fluff #adam driver fanfiction #mrs-gucci requests

[dreadlockholiday]

content creator appreciation!! list five favourite sets/art/fic you've made and send this ask to five other content creators! 💕

(Spreading some love and self appreciation to amazing content creators! If 5 overwhelms you, choose one, or three! Whatever suits you)

Thank you minnie moo for this ask, also sent by @otp-holic! I love you guys a lot🥰🥺 admittedly, I don't have that many creations so this is a pretty hard choice lol 😅 but I can put something together ✨

you can't put your arms around a memory i think I love this one especially because of the response it got?? But also it was lovely writing, so refreshing since it was a bit of a change from my style. And sad Steve is something I hold very close to my heart ♥️

This headcanon about them having a little dog.

This other headcanon about Steve carrying Bucky around like a sack of potatoes. Also this one about them being idiots and messing with each other at a meeting.

Tender Rendezvous my beloved little pottery fic, I'm very proud of this one 💕 I actually surprised myself with how it came out lmao.

Gold on the ceiling i love this one because, frankly, it's hilarious and it made me laugh so much while I wrote it lol. That's literally it🤣

#dready answers #dready writes #dready arts #lovely people

[autistic-ranboo]

Hello u make me cry I give u cows

This is an offering please don't make me cry/j/lh (anyways have a good day :D )

hello cows made me think of henry which made me think of tommy which made me think of sophia the first au my beloved so have some sleepy princes inc. perhaps?

"moo."

the future third prince of the kingdom sits on his older brother's shoulder, staring deeply into the unthinking brown eyes of their cow, henry, who looks rather perturbed by the small child staring at him.

"moo," the cow replies, his tail flicking back and forth in the cold morning air. tommy claps, and techno has to scramble to catch him by the ankles as he almost tumbles to the ground.

"you gotta hold on, tommy," techno says with a grunt as he swings the boy back up into place, wincing as tommy's hands grab his pink braid. "if i drop you, you're gonna land in cow poop, man."

"you won't drop me!" tommy declares confidently. "you're technoblade, you could carry me for a hundred miles!"

"what if," wilbur says with a strained grunt, "you two help me do what we're supposed to fucking do here?"

techno covers tommy's ears, who pouts.

"i know the fuck word!" tommy declares indignantly, and both wilbur and techno step back like they've been burned, then look at each other accusingly.

"we both know it was you," wilbur says rapidly, pointing.

"heh?" techno demands.

"boys!" phil scolds as he comes in, one hand on his hips and the other on the spindly broom. "there's someone here to meet you, so go clean up."

"yes, dadza!" the three chorus together as they run off towards the river behind the house to wash the farm dust and dirt off of their clothing and out of their hair.

"who do you think it is?" tommy asks his brothers.

"probably the tax collector," techno says with a snort. "or maybe the guards finally found you."

"me?" tommy asks, affronted. "i'll have you know i have never done anything bad, ever, in my entire life."

"the thing with the haybale?" techno says.

"...i have done ONE thing wrong in my entire-"

"AND the thing with the ice cream-"

"...TWO-"

"don't forget the time that he stole dadza's watch," wilbur pipes up from the shore as he squeezes water out of his shirt. "and also that thing with the-"

"OK, so maybe i did a couple bad things when i was a little kid-"

"tommy, you're eight," techno says with a sigh.

"i'm almost nine!" he huffs, crossing his arms.

"uh huh." techno chuckles. "hey, wilbur!"

"what, technoblade?" wilbur asks.

techno holds up a salmon, a grin on his face.

"i found you a queen."

"fuck you, that was ONE time!" wilbur shouts in a playful huff. "and i ate it, didn't i?"

the boys take a little longer than they should at the river, the nature of brothers, and whatever they're expecting to see when they return to the little cottage, it certainly isn't the four black horses of Her Majesty Queen Kristin I pulling a polished black-and-gold carriage, the monarch herself sitting on their porch, talking to their dad.

"what the fu-!" tommy shouts, cutting off when techno and wilbur both cover his mouth witb a hand.

"fuck," phil says as the queen bursts out laughing behind her fan. "i'm sorry, i don't know where the fuck he picked that up."

"...i think i have an idea," she says with a laugh. "but what the fuck do i know?"

#technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #philza #mumza #ph1lza #mcyt fic #sbi #sleepy bois inc #sleepy princes inc #my writing #spi au #idk why this came out of my brain today but congrats u get Content in exchange 4 cow pics

[sxveme-2]

blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries. 

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Edited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter One: The One Where it Starts

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1615

Being an adult in general is a wild roller coaster. Whether it be balancing bills, expenses, keeping a proper career, all together it was a stressful period. Going to the bank or answering phone calls was difficult enough. Seriously, what is with people and constantly calling? It’s so much easier to just text. Not to mention it keeps the incredibly anxiety ridden people at bay, and leaves them in a sane state of mind without worrying about anything. 

     That brings us to the protagonist of our story. Lily Briar Osborne. The 33 year old child of Abel and Alicia Osborne. She was the sister to two younger siblings, Rose and Cedar. Can you sense a theme with the children's names? Even Lily herself seemed to carry on that legacy with her own son. While balancing her busy work and just life in general, Lily mothered a young boy named Hunter. Hunter Osborne-Harvey. The eleven year old boy that was the result of a much too early marriage of two young kids who believed this was it, they had found the one. Well, that was not exactly the ending of their fairy tale. It instead involved a mistress, many trips to Grandma and Grandpa's, and a few too many shots in order to handle one another.

     Lily was more-so a quiet girl. Definitely more of the silent type in comparison to the majority of people in her profession. She was a pediatrician, and the only time you really see her talk or even crack a smile, is when she was with the kids. She was always found making sure they felt comfortable. When the young ones were gone, she seemed to shut down. Giving straight and to the point answers. Not elaborating unless asked, and strictly sticking to just the facts.

     Lily and Hunter had found home in a small colonial home in the suburbs of Manhattan, New York. There, they can be found in the company of a German Shepard named Joey, after the beloved sitcom, Friends. You could always find the small family laying in Lily's bed with the comedy illuminating the room around them. Every other Sunday and Saturday before Hunter's father came to pick him up for the weekend, they'd lay in bed before going out for brunch at Lily's best friends cafe further into the city.

     Which is where the story began. a sunny Saturday morning in September.

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     "If he doesn't like you, it's a moo point."

     The two Osborne's laughed softly at the comment made by their favourite sitcom character. Lily's fingers gently ran across the arm of her son, creating a soothing rhythm as they watched the sitcom, his head laid comfortably against the pillows. The large dog laid spread down at the edge of the duvet where his breathing radiated gently through the room.

     "Alright why don't you head in to get dressed and we'll go to Aunt Gen's cafe, hm? Sound like a plan kiddo?'' Lily's feather light voice cooed as her hazel eyes moved to glance over at her son.

     "But I wanna stay home all day and watch friends." Hunter whined as he nuzzled further into his mom's bed.

     "No love, I'm sure your dad has lots of things planned for the weekend. And we can watch more episodes when you're back tomorrow, okay? I promise." Lily sighed while lifting her pointer finger to her son.

     The pointer finger promise was Lily and Hunter’s signature thing. Instead of making a pinky promise, which was the weakest finger, they used one of the strongest. to make the strongest promises. That is exactly what they would do. And they'd know that if they broke it, trust would be something that had to be earned back. And luckily for Lily, she trusted her son with her whole being. He told her everything, as far as she knew. Seeing as she wasn't in his head, who knew? Though he was very vocal about his distaste for visiting his father, and it did hurt Lily to hear the pain he felt. The separation agreement allowed Scott Harvey, Hunter's father, to have the young boy every other weekend.

     Lily was lucky enough to have primary custody. Mostly because Scott was never a fully invested father before the divorce, so the court had no issue granting Lily the majority of the custody. But of course, Scott could come by whenever to see Hunter, as well as if he had something planned, he could pick up his son. But...Hunter wasn't the biggest fan of his father.

     Neither was Lily.

 ��   Lily and Scott got divorced a few years ago when Hunter was a ripe 7 years old, and now he was 11, and still lacked the father figure he longed for. In those 7 years, Scott never really put an effort in. and hunter was a smart kid, and already harbored a distaste for the distant nature of his father. and it annoyed him, and Lily, that all of the sudden, after the divorce, Scott wished to be the great father he never was before. Despite his many attempts, it never worked out well for him.

     "Promise." Hunter smiled gently and wrapped his pointer finger around Lily's, before sliding out from underneath the white duvet that covered the two of them, startling the dog that laid at the end of the bed.

     As Hunter left the room, a small sigh escaped the blonde doctor's lips. She hated these days, when Hunter had to go visit his father. But she knew it was important for a child's psyche to have at least a relationship with their father. Picking herself up as well, Lily heaved herself into her closet. She picked out a white spring dress with blue baby's breath designs splayed across the entire piece of clothing. It was a tank top strap, and it was the end of summer and a small breeze danced through her window. She slid a blue jean jacket over her arms before stepping into her bathroom to complete her basic routine.

     After she pulled her hair into a pony, lily stepped out of her room after calling Joey out and down the wooden stairs to the main floor, where Hunter sat at the front door with his backpack and Converse on. Lily couldn't help but smile gently at her punctual son and felt proud of how she had raised him. And how he had grown to be a self-sufficient boy who was also able to ask for help when need be.

     "You gonna get the pancakes again today kiddo?" Lily wondered while stepping into her ballet flats and ruffling  the fur on Joey's back before opening the white door for her son.

     "Aunt Gen keeps putting secret blueberries in them and acting as though they're chocolate chips. I don't trust her anymore."

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     Lily and Hunter stepped out of the silver 2019 Honda passport, the two Osborne's took a deep breath of the muggy New York air. Hunter stood by Lily's side as she paid for the parking spot they were lucky enough to grab in the busy streets. She slid her arm around the boy's shoulders, before leading the two towards the fairly busy cafe her best friend owned.

     Genevive Fairchild. Lily's best friend for close to 20 years now. The two had met during their highschool orientation back in 2005. Gen was the extroverted hippy with conservative parents who disagreed with their child's decisions and mannerisms. She was always wearing what was to become her signature dreadlocks with golden decals littering her hair. Baggy shirts with fishnet cardigans and ripped jeans, the necessities to embody Gen. She entered the school loud and unbothered by others opinions or thoughts on how she acted or what she wore. But somehow, she was taken with the quiet blonde who kept her opinions to herself, hands tucked behind her back.

     Lily hadn't changed much in these twenty years, much to her parents dismay. Her parents were elated when their timid daughter brought home the boisterous and carefree Genevieve. Lily's parents were the same as Gen, unbothered and one with the Earth, no real care about people's opinions. Her father was a botanist and her mother a conversationalist. Plants and crystals littered the eco friendly home of Lily's childhood in the rural area of Long Island, New York. To see their studious, goody-good, daughter who wore knee length dresses everyday and cardigans, to bring home such a carefree spirit, was a breath of long needed fresh air for them.

     Ever since then, the two were inseparable. Lily even made her the godmother of Hunter. They both had keys to each others places, and nothing ever seemed to get in between the two of them. Other than those many years Scott wreaked havoc on their friendship. He kept Lily under some sort of spell, no matter how many times Gen attempted to convince her of the terrible manner of their relationship. Eventually, Gen gave up on the fight. until the young chocolate skin girl caught her best friend's husband getting it on with some girl at a party Gen was invited to.

     And that was the end of that marriage. Gen stayed with lily almost every night while everything was happening. And when her or Scott couldn't get Hunter up to Lily's parents, Gen would take him. Make sure he wasn't too focused on the broken state of his mother.

     As the two pushed open the door to the cafe, they were greeted with the fresh smell of coffee and pastries. That is, before they were practically being tackled by the woman earlier mentioned.

     "You two will NOT believe who is here right now."

#bucky barnes #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x female oc #female oc #OC #original character #marvel #marvel fanfiction #the winter soldier #fluffy #soft fanfic #comedy #romance #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #the avengers #avengers fanfiction #single mom #fanfiction #original female character

[soopersara]

Date

Well... as it turns out, it took a little over a year before I got a chance finish this one, but I got there eventually! @zutaradreams​ has probably forgotten all about this request by now, but I come bearing some very, very belated fluff.

AO3 | FFN

Prompt #18 from this list, originally Day 4 of Zutara Week 2010

When Katara takes a post as ambassador in the Fire Nation, Zuko wants to celebrate her and give their friends a proper sendoff. But their trip to the Equinox Festival doesn’t go quite as he planned.

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"Well, I think that settles it." Katara plopped onto the bench next to him. "We've been ditched."

"Seems like it." Zuko's mouth was dry, and he scuffed his sweaty palms against his trousers.

This was not going according to plan. And technically, it was only half his plan anyway. So it wasn't really his fault that it was all going sideways.

It had been almost three years since they'd all been together in the Fire Nation. Almost three years since he'd had a chance to see Katara for more than a few days in a row, since he'd been able to talk to her outside of letters and political meetings. And the rest of his friends too. Of course he'd missed all of them.

But he would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that it was Katara who occupied his thoughts most often.

And now they were back together, all of them, and while the others were preparing to leave in a few days' time, Katara was here to stay. It had nothing to do with him personally. He knew that. The Southern Water Tribe needed an ambassador in the Fire Nation, and Katara was far and away the best candidate. That didn't mean that he wasn't excited to have her back. That certainly didn't mean that his feelings for her had gone away. He was only human, and he liked her very, very much.

It had been Zuko's idea for the group to spend some time together before Sokka and Suki left. It had not been Zuko's idea to go to the Equinox Festival. That had been Sokka's suggestion. More specifically, Sokka had suggested a double date at the festival.

Zuko had tried to protest the idea, he really had. He and Katara were not dating. This couldn't possibly be a date. He just wanted to see his friends again before they left. And spend time with Katara. Mostly spend time with Katara. But not on a date.

Not that he would mind dating Katara. In fact, Zuko would have been delighted to date Katara. But he was fairly certain that Katara didn't feel the same, and Zuko was working very hard to learn how to quit while he was ahead.

But then Sokka had talked a lot and very quickly, and somewhere along the way Zuko must have agreed to the plan because the next thing he knew, he was standing sheepishly outside Katara's door and inviting her to the festival.

He really needed to figure out how Sokka did that. It would make his most crotchety advisors so much easier to deal with.

To Zuko's surprise, Katara had agreed. She even seemed excited about it. And Zuko had begun to hope that the festival might still be the kind of celebration he had pictured. For all of them. But mostly for Katara.

Then Sokka and Suki had ditched them.

He snuck a glance at Katara. She'd taken to wearing deep blue Fire Nation silks sewn in traditional Water Tribe styles. The color, she had informed him, was reserved for warriors at the South Pole, and now that she had earned the right to wear it, she had no intention to ever wear another shade of blue again. Zuko couldn't blame her. She'd more than earned the honor.

But it was a bit of a problem too. She was luminous in her warrior's blue, and it made it exceptionally difficult for Zuko to look away.

"Since we're here anyway," he began, voice rough, "Maybe we should—" He gestured lamely at the festivities.

Agni, why was this so difficult? He spoke in front of his advisors every day, and they were much less pleasant than Katara.

She followed his gaze, then turned back, smiling. "You're right. We definitely should."

⁂

Katara was tempted to tease him. Zuko, the wise and beloved leader of the Fire Nation, who had an impeccable sense of direction honed by years at sea, was completely lost in the middle of a festival in his own city and getting more flustered by the minute.

"I just don't understand! The street performances should be in the theater district. It doesn't make sense to have them anywhere else!" He grew more and more animated, punctuating every point with a broad sweep of his arms.

The impulse won her over. "I don't know about that. I think it would make more sense to put them in the straw-hat district," she deadpanned.

"Why on earth would we put street performances in the—" Zuko met her eyes and stopped short. His brow furrowed, and he made a grumpy little sound. "You're trying to tease me, aren't you?"

Grinning, Katara took hold of his arm. "I'm pretty sure I'm succeeding."

Zuko made another grumpy noise. "For the record, we don't have a straw-hat district. This isn't Ba Sing Se. We're not big enough to be that organized."

"I'm glad," Katara answered, still holding his arm as she kept pace beside him. "It's going to take me enough time to learn my way around as it is."

Zuko's hand rested ever so lightly on top of hers. "I'll make sure you don't get lost."

Katara's heart fluttered. She'd missed him. Exchanging letters was nice, but it was nothing compared to being with him, being able to talk face-to-face. A few peace summits and meetings a year just wasn't enough. But she hadn't expected to find herself alone with him so soon. Not unless it was on official business of some sort.

She suspected that Sokka and Suki had ditched them deliberately, though she couldn't decide whether it was so Katara would be left alone with Zuko, or so that Sokka and Suki could spend some time alone. The latter made more sense, which was exactly why she suspected the former.

She felt her cheeks burn and looked forward. "Good. I wouldn't want to make the Fire Lord's personal guards search the city every time I step out of the palace."

"I'd look for you too if you got lost."

Katara looked up in time to see his warm golden eyes soften. Her grip on his arm tightened just a fraction, and Zuko looked away, clearing his throat.

"And—uh—of course the city makes a lot more sense when the theater district isn't full of koalasheep petting stalls."

Katara laughed. It did look a little odd to see children petting fluffy animals in front of ornate, gold-trimmed theaters, but as far as she could tell, the festival had overtaken the whole city.

"You really had your heart set on finding the street performances, didn't you?"

He reddened. "I was looking forward to it. I heard from the palace staff that there was going to be an outdoor production of Love Amongst the Dragons."

She poked him in the elbow. "I seem to remember you complaining about having to watch that play."

His lips pressed together. "I complained about having to watch that play at Ember Island. It's a good play. The Ember Island Players are just bad."He paused briefly. "I guess we're not going to find out if this one is any good if I can't figure out where it is."

"Too bad you're in your fancy Fire Lord clothes. Otherwise you could climb up on one of these buildings to get a better view." She snuck a sideways glance at him. "Or does that only work when you have your mask with you?"

He scowled. "Very funny."

"You're grumpy," Katara observed, smiling.

He frowned. "I am not."

"Grumpy because we're missing a play."

"I'm not."

"You're the grumpiest."

She thought she saw the corner of his mouth twitch. "Stop."

"Fire Lord Grump."

He made a valiant effort at scowling but gave in when she laughed and hugged his arm.

"I'm not grumpy, Katara." The smile was evident in his voice, and when she looked up, the soft warmth was back in his eyes.

Her stomach did a pleasant little flip. "See, now I believe you." She let her head rest briefly against his shoulder. It felt good to be close to him again. Tugging him forward, she wound her way up the street, past a cluster of children ogling a pen full of moo-sows and the parents watching from a few steps back, past a tall woman giving another group of children an impassioned lecture about the gentle nature of komodo rhinos while holding one by the bridle.

Zuko fell in step beside her, following her lead, still wearing that small, soft smile whenever she glanced back at him.

Katara gave his arm a light squeeze. "Do they perform Love Amongst the Dragons very often? Maybe we could see it some other time." She motioned toward yet another petting stall. "When the theater district isn't full of moo-sows and koalasheep."

He reddened a little, but this time, it was softened by the warmth in his eyes, by the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. "I'm sure we could. If you want to."

She felt something warm inside her. "Deal."

⁂

Her hands stayed steady on his arm, a gentle line of connection between the two of them. He softened into it. He liked the contact with her, the sensation that felt almost like tenderness.

She was just making sure that they didn't get separated. Zuko knew that. That didn't make his heart beat any slower or his face feel any less warm.

He cleared his throat and looked ahead. He was a grown man. The Fire Lord. He shouldn't be blushing so much just from the sensation of Katara's hand looped around his arm.

They wound their way past the last of the animal pens and up to the next street, where a wave of aroma washed over them. Spices and cooking meat and sweets—every type of food he could think of mixed into a single, heady aroma.

Katara groaned, and her grip tightened on his arm.

He looked down at her. "Katara? Are you okay?"

She looked up at him, her lower lip jutting out a bit. For all that she'd grown, for all that she was more graceful and mature than he remembered, she could still manage the most adorable pout he'd ever seen.

"I just realized that I'm starving." She eyed the food stands ahead. "Possibly to death."

He couldn't hold back a snort. "Somehow I doubt that last part. I've seen you sneaking into the palace kitchens in the middle of the night.

A finger found its way into his ribs. "Only because you were sneaking around too. I'll have you know that I'm very sneaky about my midnight snacks."

He rolled his eyes and poked her arm back. "The sneakiest. That must be why I hear you walking past my door both ways every single time." He paused, turning his eyes down the street again. "Though you are a lot sneakier than Sokka, I'll give you that much."

"So generous." Her head swiveled from side to side, eyes wide as she examined all the carts and stalls and trays of fried snacks stacked into ornamental spires and pyramids and spirals. "What do you recommend? I don't even know what most of this stuff is."

Zuko gave his best thoughtful face. "Well, my favorite are always the fire flakes—" He cut off with a laugh when she jabbed her elbow into his side.

"Something I can eat. I'm a waterbender. I'm not supposed to breathe fire after I finish a snack."

"Wimp."

"Says the man who couldn't eat a pickled eel squid when he visited the South Pole last time." She smiled up at him, and Zuko's heart sped up. "I mean it. What's the best thing here that isn't so spicy that it'll burn me from the inside out?"

He considered. There were kabobs of different types of meat, all richly marinated, and several of them probably too spicy for Katara's liking. There were savory buns packed with spices, and dumplings smothered in peppery broth. And fire flakes, of course. She wouldn't like any of those. But everything else seemed equally likely. Stopping in place, he scanned the booths. There had to be something that would blow her away. Something more special than the cakes and pastries she was always stealing from the palace kitchens, sometimes to deliver to him, and sometimes not.

Something special enough to make up for the play she wouldn't get a chance to see tonight. Something special enough for her.

A smile crept over his face, and he cupped his hand over hers. "Wait here for just a minute. I think I know exactly what you'll like."

⁂

Katara waited. Not because she wanted to—she had her own money, and she was perfectly capable of picking out her own snacks. But Zuko had darted off through the crowd so quickly that she didn't really have a chance to stop him, and the crowd was so thick, so bustling, that she was a little afraid of getting lost if she moved too far from where he'd left her. Though she'd grown, she still wasn't tall enough to see over the crowd, and Zuko, though tall, wasn't so absurdly tall that he stood out from the rest of the crowd.

She was a tiny bit apprehensive. She trusted Zuko, of course, but he was almost too excited, and he really didn't understand how terribly spicy Fire Nation food could be. He didn't know that some of the milder treats that he'd sent along with his messages while she was still at the South Pole had given Gran-Gran an upset stomach or that Sokka had taken the spicier treats and challenged the rest of the warriors to an eating contest that left them all in tears. Of course, Katara's tolerance was considerably higher than Gran-Gran's, but she didn't want to accidentally make a fool of herself. She was enjoying her time with Zuko too much.

Only a few minutes passed before Zuko emerged from the crowd again, beaming, his eyes crinkled in joy and excitement. He held a small paper pouch between his hands and stopped a few steps away from her.

"Close your eyes."

Katara raised an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"It's a surprise."

"I'm not sure I trust that smirk." She stretched upward, and Zuko raised the pouch so she couldn't see inside.

"Uh-uh. No peeking or you'll ruin the surprise. Eyes closed."

Katara made a face. "Fine. But if you're trying to feed me fire flakes, I will blow stinky spice-breath in your face."

"Noted. Now open your mouth."

She obeyed, and she felt Zuko come closer by the soft, ever-present heat radiating off of him. She wanted to lean even closer, to rest against his chest and get lost somewhere in his arms.

Zuko popped something small and dense onto her tongue. "Okay. Try it."

Almost the instant she closed her mouth, she was hit by a rush of salty, sour tang, and her eyes popped open. It was chewy, whatever it was, and the outside encrusted with a thin layer of crispiness. As she chewed, the sharpest edge of the flavor wore away, softening into a sweet, mild taste.

"What is this?" she asked, staring at Zuko, wide-eyed. It was a bit like some kind of dried fruit, but it wasn't a type of fruit that she recognized, and the slight hint of salt remained as she chewed, and she could have sworn that she knew the flavor from something, but it was just different enough that she couldn't place it.

"Do you like it?"

She nodded. Whatever that thing was, it was wonderful.

Zuko's smile grew. "Candied ocean kumquats. I remembered that your family ate them stewed when you were all in the Fire Nation, because—"

"Because they're just like sea prunes."

Zuko nodded. "I don't really get the appeal of stewing them, but the candied ones are pretty popular."

Katara couldn't keep her smile from growing wider and wider until it felt like her face would crack. The candied ocean kumquats tasted good enough on their own, but Zuko had chosen them just for her, and he knew her well enough to know that she'd like them, and he was right, and—she reached up and snatched the paper pouch from his hand. If she didn't do something quick, she was going to be in very real danger of kissing him.

"Just for that stewed sea prune blasphemy, I'm taking the whole bag."

"Hey!" he protested. "I didn't say they were bad. Just—slimy."

Grinning, Katara popped another little candied kumquat into her mouth and spun out of his reach. "I'm keeping them. All of them."

Zuko seemed to catch her teasing tone and caught up with her in just a few steps. "Give me one."

"Why should I?" She gave a little sniff and held the pouch out to the other side. "You called my favorite food slimy."

One of his long arms snaked around her, and Katara yelped, pulling the pouch in against her chest.

Laughing, she ducked under his arm and stepped back a few paces. "You'll have to fight me for them, Fire Lord." She folded the top of the pouch shut and dangled it out at arms' length.

"Are you sure you want to challenge me? I'm taller than you. I can reach wherever you try to hide them."

"You may be taller, but I'm hungry, and a very nice man just bought a snack for me." She opened the top of the pouch again, just enough to slip out another piece of candied kumquat between her fingertips.

Zuko took that as his chance to lunge, and caught her by the waist, lifting her off the ground.

Katara couldn't stop laughing. Through the irrepressible fits of giggling, she saw him laughing too. Her heart fluttered. How had she forgotten how wonderful his laugh was? It was rare, but every time she'd ever heard his laugh unweighted by stress, every fiber of her being lit up along with him. His arms around her waist were warm and strong, and being pressed against his chest was every bit as perfect as her imagination had suggested. She would be perfectly content to stay pressed up against him forever.

Smiling, he came to a halt, and holding her with one arm, grabbed the pouch with the other. "Got them," he said quietly, not pulling the pouch away from her.

His breath brushed against her cheek, and she realized anew how close he was, his face only inches away. In fact, with the way he was holding her, with her feet dangling a few inches from the ground, she was perfectly level with him. So close that if she just leaned in—

Her lips crashed into his, and she saw Zuko's eyes widen for the briefest moment before she closed her eyes. She'd kissed before. Not often, and not with many people, but this one felt different. There wasn't fluttering or uncertainty, there was no feeling that she was going to lift off the ground and float off into the sky. This felt like landing. This felt like reaching shore after weeks at sea, like her feet on solid ground after flying away from danger. This felt like home.

She only pulled away when Zuko's grip on her waist slackened enough that her feet touched the ground, and she stared up at him, breathless. Zuko's face had gone crimson—even his scar looked a shade darker than usual, and his eyes were wide.

"You—you just—"

"Did something I've been thinking about for a long time?"

"You did? You have?"

Katara smiled and pulled the pouch of candied ocean kumquats out of his loose grasp. "And I think I won these back." She dangled the pouch in front of him again.

Zuko kept gaping at her for a few seconds longer.

She looped her free hand through his. "Did I break the Fire Lord too?"

"Maybe." He looked down at her, and her heart fluttered in her chest. "Definitely a little bit."

"Hmm." She squeezed his hand and turned for the food stalls again. "In that case, I'm going to have to have you point out your favorite food in this whole place, and it'll be my treat."

"And if I say that it's fire flakes?"

She leaned a little closer to him as a cluster of people pressed past them down the path. "Then it might be a little while longer before I try that kissing thing again." She snuck a glance up at him through her lashes.

His mouth curled into a slight smile, and he returned the pressure on her hand. "Then I think I can handle finding another favorite."

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