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viburnt · 4 months

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Divorcing Izuku Midoriya Headcanons

I'm on a creative rush, and this may make zero sense because I'm tired lmao. Anyways, have some angst <3

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Content Warning: Divorce, emotional abuse and manipulation, mention of baby-trapping, alcohol.

• As I said in my last post, divorcing Izuku is a nightmare. Think about the most energy-draining and mental health deteriorating process, and multiply it for a minimum of 6 months. Izuku won't make things easy for you at all, trying to drag and prolong the whole ordeal just to keep you close. I've divided this set of headcanons by key moments/topics to keep some order. I hope you enjoy them, I'm pouring my heart on these (also pay attention to detail because I'm working on something hehe).

Denial and confusion: the first days after you serve him papers

• Izuku genuinely doesn't understand why you want to leave, refusing to accept the fact that you're not happy being by his side. He's given you all there is to give: a comfortable house, nice clothes, expensive cars, etc. So when you serve him papers, Izuku's first reaction is confusion followed by fear. In that head of his, he's made everything a good husband has to do! So why? Why would you not be happy?

• If you were smart enough and planned your movements with care, you should be able to go through your divorce without depending financially on Izuku or having to live in the same place. You'd have to deal with his incessant calls and texts, often having to block unknown numbers to avoid hearing his whines, but it'd be less difficult. If you weren't thoughtful about the situation and proceeded without the right steps, oh, you're in for a treat: there's nowhere you can go besides the house you shared with him, no place where you can be at peace. You're at Izuku's mercy, like it or not, but that's another story.

• In addition to his denial, Izuku starts to (unconsciously) guilt trip you. Phrases like "Sorry for not being enough," and "I know I'm very pathetic" become frequent. It pains your heart to hear those things because you know Izuku loves you, you are just not compatible at all. You try to let him see it's not about being enough, it's more about effort; with much patience, you set things clear to avoid any misunderstandings, but Izuku just doesn't get it.

• "Haven't I done this or that for you? Didn't I buy you all these things? Am I not enough?" "Izuku, I didn't ask you for any of this, all I wanted was my husband..." Conversations like this occur during this phase, and they can only be held through the phone (when he is sober and not yelling/hollering how much of a mistake a divorce would be). He tries to gauge sympathy from you, telling you that his job is important but that he loves you so much!

• He becomes an empty shell of the bright ray of sunshine the public knew. It goes unnoticed by many, but the people who work around him can tell. It is then when he starts telling others about his marital situation, and you end up seeing faces you've met once or twice during galas or hero events. You "accidentally" stumble across your husband's colleagues, like Ochako, who try to convince you to give him a second chance. "I- I know we don't know each other a lot but please, consider it. Izuku is a great guy a-and I'm sure you guys could fix any problem!" It is embarrassing for you because no one wants people to know their issues.

• What's so ironic about the moment when you serve him papers is that he receives them at his office, the very root of all the problems in your marriage. It was the place where he had spent anniversaries, birthdays, Valentine's... those four walls witnessed the beginning and the end of your relationship. Izuku has a mental breakdown when he finally reads the documents but, hey, he was still pro-hero Deku, right?

Negotiations and lawyers: The first weeks and months

• If having to deal with Izuku's colleagues trying to change your mind wasn't enough, be ready for your soon-to-be ex trying to negotiate. Midoriya suggests couple's therapy to talk this through, and for a split of second, it almost sounds like a good idea! But then you remember all those times when Izuku had promised you he'd be there for you and failed. It didn't seem plausible after that... Besides, all things considered, it'd be hard to find a therapist who could see your side of the story. Who would dare to tell someone as charming and popular as Izuku that he failed as a husband?

• Once therapy is off the table, Izuku brings up children. It may be considered a low blow, especially if one of your dreams was to form a family with him, so his offer felt cruel. "W-we can have kids! Wouldn't you want that? We can be a big family, with one- No, two babies!" "Ouch, it takes a divorce for you to even think about it, huh? That's uh, slightly concerning. Besides, a kid needs a father too... I'm not planning on being a single mom in this marriage" Now, Izuku strikes me as the kind that would try to . to stay. I'm sorry if it sounds terrible, but considering how sometimes he acts on impulse, he really could try it.

• Izuku also tries to be at home more often; he "cooks" (it's takeout disguised as home meals), brings you coffee to the bed, and calls you all kinds of sappy nicknames... It saddens you, why couldn't he care like that before? Of course, this point only applies if you still live with him during this whole process. If you don't, he starts frequenting the places where he guessed could find you: cafeterias, plazas, shops...

• Finding a lawyer for you was a hard task, especially because everyone sees you as a "dumb" woman who is trying to divorce Japan's number one hero. Not to mention they were very expensive, and Izuku was certainly not giving you money for that. You tell Izuku that mediations need to happen to progress with the divorce, but he never shows up to the meetings. There's always an excuse for that man! No matter how much you plea, he refuses to sign the paper. Izuku also becomes very mean towards you, outright berating you for not understanding him. It's gruesome to see him turn into such a monster during these months.

• As an additional point for this part, Izuku hires a private investigator to follow you around. He feels bad for thinking of it, but the idea that you could be seeing someone else while you're trying to divorce him eats him alive.

Last resort: Mediatic battle

• The media is very quick to pick up your marriage's fall down. Time after time you visited your lawyer's office for them to put two and two together, and Izuku takes that to his advantage. Sensationalist articles had already been happening, a lot of them being cruel and demeaning towards you. Titles like "Is she a cheater?" "No amount of success gives you the girl!" And "Pro-hero Deku will be looking for a new wife soon" started popping up. You have to take down any social platform to avoid being targeted.

• It is when Izuku gives a public declaration that things get worse. "I'm sorry, my wife is just not happy with me anymore. Please respect her wish! Don't harass her, I failed as a husband." It may seem like a hearty and sorrowful declaration from the outside, but Izuku picked word by word to gain sympathy and pressure you into changing your mind. People in the street call you "heartless", and the stress simply keeps growing for you.

• To put it in simple words, you were David against Goliath, except Goliath was a glorified person who had all the resources and support of the people. You were nothing but a tiny mouse squeaking to be set free of a relationship that was suffocating you.

The aftermath: Supposing you haven't given up and he signed the divorce papers

• If you somehow manage to divorce him after all these problems, congratulations. You survived 5% of the drama that awaits you! Now you won't be able to date someone without people snapping photos for entertainment news or judging you for leaving "such a great man". Izuku will still try to convince you to go back to him, playing his "sad lover" role in front of the cameras so well! He'll try to send expensive gifts and tell you to keep the house, he'll call you drunk in the middle of the night, and if you're not careful enough, he may try to gaslight you into thinking nothing wrong was happening in your marriage.

• One particular thing I must mention is that Izuku only signed the papers after you yelled at him at one of the legal mediations, hot embarrassment tears falling from your tired eyes as you begged him to let you go.

• Anyways, the list could go on, but those are the main points of divorcing Izuku :')

"Please, just sign the papers..." You said through the phone, your voice tired of pleading to someone who simply refused to hear you. "I will, I will! I'm just a little under the snow with work. Can you reschedule?" Izuku said, apologizing for not being there for you. Excusing himself for failing you, but refusing to let go. "You know how many articles I've seen with my face saying how much of bitch I am for visiting my lawyer's office?"

Izuku's silence was deafening, you could only hear him sigh slightly, perhaps feeling bad for putting you in such a position. "I don't want this divorce."

"But I do, so don't make things more difficult for me, please." He heard you say, biting his lip to hold back the tears. Izuku was glad you couldn't see him, sitting alone in his office with a half-empty bottle of wine you'd gifted him for his birthday. "Do you remember what day is today?" He asked.

"I don't know, Monday? I haven't slept lately." You answered unamused. "It's our anniversary... we married 5 years ago, on this very day." His words came out as a slow slur, his breath hitching as he crumbled through the phone. "I miss you a lot, please-"

"I'll see you on Wednesday, if you're not there I swear to God..."

...

"Mr. Midoriya?" Your lawyer called, her voice bringing your anxious husband back to reality. "Ah, sorry, it's me. Is... is she in there?" He asked, pointing at her office. She just looked at him with little sympathy and nodded. "On time, as always. Maybe you should avoid keeping her waiting, that's the least you could considering how many times we've had these conversations."

"There's no way I can fix this, is there?" Izuku asked as if the lawyer cared. "Wanna do something nice for her? Divorce her."

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forwhomthewordsflow · 2 months

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Just a Broken Ankle?

Hi there! This is my first post ever…and it’s not proofread because I knew I’d go back and completely change everything, so I’m just throwing it on here. This one is for all my Steve girlies, and it’s loosely inspired by my current obsession with Grey’s Anatomy. Please take all the medical talk in here with a grain of salt…I know nothing!

18+ – MINORS DNI

pairing: fiance!steve x florist!reader

summary: you rush to hospital when you find out steve’s been taken into surgery for an unknown reason…

contains: fluff, fluff, more fluff, stress, mentions of surgery and injury

word count: 3.7k

You lean back against the desk behind you with a huff. The tips of your fingers ache after being poked and prodded by the thorns of the many, many red rose bouquets you’ve just finished putting together. Your back and neck are sore from your position over the last few hours, and you can feel a dull throb starting in your feet.

Owning the best flower shop in Hawkins around Valentine’s Day was doing wonders for your business, but damn what you wouldn’t give for a hot bath to soak in right about now.

Your angel of an employee, Phoebe, has been manning the register and some smaller orders all day long while you worked in the back, answering phone calls and chipping away at the massive order for twenty dozen assorted roses. The two of you have been doing a great job at keeping up with the business since you opened two years ago, but you’ve been considering hiring her girlfriend for some extra hands around the shop.

“Hey Boss?” Phoebe calls from the front register.

“What’s up?” You drag yourself from the back area of your shop to the front register while stretching your sore muscles.

“I’m finishing up on these corsages and boutonnieres for the nursing home order, they’ll be labeled and ready to go for the pickup tomorrow morning in a minute,” Phoebe steps aside to let you see her handiwork. Her attention to detail is really what makes her the love of your life, aside from your fiancee Steve of course. She’s arranged red and white roses with baby’s breath so beautifully, you’re positive the people at the nursing home will be tickled pink this Valentine’s Day. “I was wondering if I could maybe cut out a bit early after I’m done. Ally is planning this romantic dinner and I wanted to go pick up some wine to surprise her on my way home.”

You give her a warm smile and reach out to place a hand on her shoulder. “Anything for my favorite employee. You did a beautiful job on these!”

“I’m your only employee, Boss. Thank you!” Phoebe chuckles and turns back to finish up her labels.

You turn to go back and add some finishing touches to the rose order. “What would I do without – “

You’re cut off by the shrill ring of the shop’s phone. “I’ve got it!” You skip over to the phone to answer. “Hi, thank you for calling Lavender Lane! How can I help you?”

“Hello, may I speak to (Y/N) (L/N) please?”

You feel a pit beginning to form in your stomach. “Uh - yes, this is she.”

The woman on the other line clears her throat. “Hello, ma’am. I’m an ER nurse here at Hawkins Memorial and I’m calling in regards to Steven Harrington…”

You hear your blood rushing in your ears as the nurse's words start to fade out. All of a sudden it becomes exceedingly difficult to breathe normally. The only words you’re able to catch are “...ambulance…surgery…emergency contact…”

You feel Phoebe’s hand on your shoulder, and you think you can hear her ask if you’re alright, but you’re too busy trying to figure out whether your heart is still beating inside of your chest. Steve? Your Steve? In the hospital? You feel yourself beginning to panic as you drop the phone and run to grab your purse and keys.

Phoebe struggles to keep up with you as you flitter around the back in search of your keys. “What’s wrong? Who was on the phone?”

You’re throwing papers around frantically, looking for your keys in the mess on your desk. “Uh, Steve is – Steve is i-in the….the h-hospital. Have to get there..have to get to him.” It’s becoming harder to see, you can’t figure out why your vision is suddenly so blurred until you realize that you’re crying. You’re terrified.

Phoebe takes a firm hold of your shoulders and spins you to face her. She shoves your keys into your hands and looks you dead in the eye. “Take a deep breath.” You follow her breathing as she inhales deeply, then exhales. “Good. Now keep doing that, I don’t want you driving if you’re going to freak out the whole time.” You nod shakily and hurry to the front.

As you reach the door, you remember that Phoebe wanted to leave early. You turn to apologize but she beats you to it.

“Don’t even think about it, Ally’s wine can wait. I’ll take care of everything here, you go check on your man.”

You nod as tears run down your face. The bell on the door rings as you push it open and sprint to your car. You can hear Phoebe shouting at you to drive safely, but all you can focus on now is Steve, Steve, Steve.

Your engine revs and your tiles squeal as you peel out of your parking lot and onto the main road. You drive way too fast, thinking all the while about all of the possible situations that await you.

Was there an accident? Did someone try to rob the house? Was he shot? Stabbed?

What if he’s dead?

You shake your head to expel such a dark thought, and push down even harder on the gas pedal.

Break

You don’t remember much about your journey to the hospital, but you realize that you’ve probably parked very illegally as you run inside to the desk. The poor nurse sitting behind it looks at you with wide, scared eyes as she takes you in. Your mascara is running, you’re sweating and trying to catch your breath as you unload your panic onto her.

“S-someone called me about my fiance. Steve, S-Steve Harrington, where is he?! Where is he, please, I need to see him. I need to know if he’s alive I-”

Your panic-induced rant is interrupted when an older man with a kind face, who most definitely could be a doctor, approaches where you’re bent over the front desk. You figure maybe he knows something about Steve’s condition and rush towards him.

“H-Hello, my name is (Y/N) and my fiance is here and I just want to know what’s going on please.” The feeling of helplessness starts to creep up on you, and you feel hot tears stream down your cheeks.

The man introduces himself as Dr. Prichard and assures you that Steve is being well taken care of. They’re in the middle of his surgery right now and he has to get back to the operating room, but he’ll come out with an update for you as soon as he’s able.

You feel like there’s cotton where your brain should be as you watch him retreat back to the double doors he came from. How were you just supposed to wait? What is even happening right now? You look to the nurse behind the desk, hoping to get some answers out of her, but she immediately ducks her head down before catching your eye. You let out a sigh of defeat and trudge over to the waiting room.

As you sit down in a chair for the first time all day, you couldn’t feel any farther from relaxed. Your head swims with possible outcomes and what ifs, and your shoulders start to shake from the force of your cries. You drop your face into your hands and cry quietly for what feels like an hour, but was probably much shorter than that. You sit up and take a deep breath as you lean back in the surprisingly comfortable chair, looking around at the room.

You see an elderly couple walking the halls of the hospital, the woman assisting the man in a hospital gown as he uses a walker. He stops to peck her on the cheek, and they carry on. You can’t help but to picture you and Steve at their age one day, and you think about how magical your engagement to Steve has been thus far. He’s the love of your life, your absolute, without-a-doubt soulmate, and you couldn’t wait to marry him. You would’ve gone down to the courthouse to get it down the moment after he dropped to one knee, but he insisted on giving you the wedding of your dreams. Money wasn’t a problem, thanks to Steve’s fancy marketing job and his trust fund, and he’s made sure to do his fair share of the wedding planning. Together you’ve picked out the perfect venue, tried all of the cakes (much to Steve’s delight) and of course arranged for all of the flowers you could dream of (though Steve let you take the lead on that one). Now all that was left was to walk down the aisle in three short months, say I do, and start the rest of your lives together.

You feel yourself begin to cry again. What if those plans have to change? What if you don’t have as much time left as you thought? You’d marry Steve Harrington right here in this goddamn hospital if you had to. Screw a big white wedding, you’d do anything to be bound to Steve in as many ways as possible.

You decide to stand and pace, maybe some movement could help calm your nerves, you want to be as level headed as possible when the doctor comes out with an update.

Your mind races as you think of all the plans you had with Steve. All the things you still had to do together. You still had to get married, honeymoon in Italy, buy a house, get a dog, have kids, grow old and senile together until you eventually die in eachothers’ arms at the old age of 100. It’s been the plan all along, and what if everything is about to change? What if your entire life is about to get flipped upside down? What if -

“Miss (L/N)?”

You whip around and see Dr. Prichard, the same doctor you spoke to earlier. He has a vague expression on his face, and you’re terrified yet eager to hear what he has to say. You walk towards him slowly, almost in a daze.

“...Harrington…” you say shakily under your breath as you approach him.

Dr. Prichard leans forward, having not quite heard what you mumbled, “I’m sorry?”

You stand a bit straighter. “My name, i-it’s Mrs. Harrington.”

Dr. Prichard then looks at you with a warm smile. “Of course it is, Mrs. Harrington. Walk with me.” He gently holds your elbow as he leads you through double doors, towards Steve.

Break

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Dr. Prichard chuckles at your disbelief, after telling you that Steve is in fact just fine. “Not at all, ma’am.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, unable to find the words. “B-but…they told me about an ambulance…and the surgery!”

“Yes ma’am, Steve was brought to us by ambulance, but that’s because it would’ve been unsafe to drive himself here. We were told that an older woman, Ms. Gertrude, I believe, called 911 for him.”

You’ll thank Jesus every day for your nosey 71-year-old next door neighbor Gertie. “And the surgery?”

Dr. Prichard sighs and you prepare yourself for the worst. “I’m terribly sorry if our nursing staff led you to believe anything extreme,” Dr. Prichard leans in closer as though he’s sharing a secret ,”Just between you and I, the nurses here have the people skills of pre-teens.” He chuckles while you give him a look that says tell me already!!!

“Steve’s surgery was to repair a broken ankle. We had to go in and place a few plates and screws to get everything back where it’s supposed to be. Other than a couple bruised ribs on his left side, your fiance is okay.”

You could feel the stress melt off your body as you pull Dr. Prichard in for a bear hug. He laughs, startled by your sudden affection. “Oh my god. Thank you.” You want to cry, laugh and sleep all at the same time.

Dr. Prichard rubs your back as you begin to finally calm down. “There, there. Everything is A-OK. His room is just up ahead if you’d like to see him now.”

You release the older man from your bone-crushing hug. “Yes, yeah, of course.” He leads you up the hall a bit further until reaching a room and knocking softly with one knuckle.

Dr. Prichard turns to you before opening the door. “He should be awake by now, we put him under for the surgery and he might be a bit loopy still from the drugs.”

You nod eagerly, just excited to see Steve for yourself and make sure he was alright.

As Dr. Prichard opens the door, you hear girlish giggles coming from within the room, followed by the deep, hearty chuckle that could only belong to one man. You trail behind Dr. Prichard as he enters the room. “You have a visitor, Mr. Harrington.”

You emerge from behind Dr. Prichard and see Steve’s face light up entirely.

“There she is! My beautiful wife!” he yells, quite loudly. You discover where all the giggles were coming from as you see two middle-aged nurses laughing at Steve’s antics. “Just look at her ladies, isn’t she gorgeous? I told you she was gorgeous!” You look down trying to suppress your own girly giggles as you feel your cheeks heat up. “My god, honey. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“And you’re higher than a kite right now, Steve.” You don’t think you’ve ever been happier to see him as you approach his hospital bed. You take in his heavily wrapped left ankle that’s elevated off the bed, and you survey the rest of his body for other injuries. He has some small scratches on his arms and one just above his left eyebrow, but nothing major catches your attention. He really is okay. Your heart stops as your eyes meet his. He’s giving you that smile, the one that scored him a second date all those years ago. God, he’s so handsome.

“The only thing I’m high on is love, baby.” You laugh at this and sigh as you turn to look back at Dr. Prichard, who is also chuckling.

“You sure weren’t lying about him feeling loopy.”

“He’ll be back to normal before you know it.” Dr. Prichard puts a hand over his mouth and whispers “, Your guy is quite the character. He’s got all the nurses on this floor charmed half to death and giggling like school girls in the halls.”

You both turn to look at the nurses, who are failing to conceal their blush after a flirty wink from Steve. You shake your head and laugh, “Typical.”

“We’ll give you two some time.” He says as he ushers the nurses out of the room along with him.

You turn back to Steve, doing your best impression of his ‘angry mom’ pose and fixing him with a stern look.

He looks right back at you with round eyes, “What?” he whines.

“Don’t ‘what’ me Steven!” He winces at the use of his full name. “Do you mean to tell me that I was losing it out in that waiting room scared out of my mind while you were in here flirting with nurses?!” Steve’s mouth opens but no words come out. You’re not actually mad of course, how could you be when he still manages to look sexy in a hospital gown? You felt obliged to give him a hard time after you cried for hours over what turned out to be a broken ankle.

“Baby I – how else was I supposed to get the good Jello?” Steve nods towards the discarded tray next to his bed where you were able to count five empty Jello containers. You laugh incredulously and sit next to him on the bed.

“Unbelievable.” You find it hard to muster even the slightest bit of annoyance towards him when he’s looking at you like you hung the moon. Steve wraps his arms around your waist to the best of his ability and squeezes. You lean down to brush some hair out of his face and you rest your hand on his cheek. He feels warm, a little prickly from his stubble, and alive. You take a deep breath, relieved that everything is going to be okay, and he leans into your touch.

“I love you…so much.”

Steve sighs dreamily, “I love you more.”

You slide your hand to grip his chin, squishing his cheeks together playfully as you lean in for a little peck. As you pull away, Steve whines, “Aw come on, what was that?” You laugh and look at him, confused as he yells, “I just survived a major surgery, baby! That deserves a real kiss!”

You throw your head back and laugh loudly.

“C’mon woman, plant one on me!”

You’re still giggling at his slightly slurred words as you lean back down to press your lips to his. He reaches up to hold your face with both hands as he slips his tongue between your lips. You make a surprised sound at the welcome intrusion, and to this Steve lets out a loud, borderline pornographic moan. The kiss is passionate and messy as your tongues mingle together and you both smile through it. You can’t help but to laugh as he kisses you dirtily in his hospital bed, high off his pain meds. He breaks apart from you with a loud “mwah!” and falls back onto his pillow with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. C’mere.” Steve holds his arms open to you, and you lie down with him. The blanket he covers the two of you with is surprisingly soft. Maybe all of his flirting actually paid off. You make sure to rest your ear over his heart, to ensure that it’s beating as it should be.

You’re quiet, and Steve notices because he notices everything. “I’m okay, baby.” He rubs circles onto your back soothingly, as if you were the one who got hurt.

You lean on an elbow to look down at him with tears in your eyes. He winces, the thing Steve hates most in the world is to see you in any sort of pain. “I know. I know that.” You reach up to toy with the gold chain that lays against his collarbone. “It’s just…it was just really scary Steve.” A few tears slip out as you recall how terrified you were just hours before. “All I knew is that you were in surgery a-and no one would tell me anything else and I…I was just so afraid to lose you, Steve.” You were full on crying now, and Steve held you tightly to him as he rocked the two of you back and forth.

He smooths your hair down and presses a kiss to your hairline. “I’m so sorry, baby. That must’ve been so scary. I know if I were you I would’ve torn this place apart brick by brick until I got some answers.” You laugh wetly into his chest. “So, good on you for not turning into Godzilla.” Steve pats your back and this only makes you laugh more.

You lean up on an elbow again to look at him. “You gonna tell me what even happened?”

Steve throws his head back and groans dramatically. You can see a blush start to creep up his neck and onto his ears, so it must be embarrassing. You poke him in the cheek to spur him on.

“Okay, okay.” He looks at you and takes a deep breath, readying himself. “You know those trees we have out front?”

“...Yes?”

Steve squints, like it pains him to say this. “Well, I was just lookin’ at ‘em and lookin’ at ‘em and I said to myself, ‘Steve, you’re a man. You should be able to take care of your own yard.’ you know?” You try to hold back a laugh, knowing where this is going already. “And so I thought, why would a man, such as myself, have to hire someone to take care of his very own yard?”

“--Oh my god, Steve.” You put your head in your hand, shaking it in disbelief.

Steve laughs through his next words as he continues on, “And then, I remembered that I’ve seen Mr. Sanders – you know, the man who lives a few doors down from us – I’ve seen him trimming his trees before. So I walked on down there and asked him to borrow his gear, and he said yes!”

You’re struggling to hold back your laughs as you listen to Steve’s storytelling. Steve is also holding himself back from bursting into laughter, which makes the whole thing that much funnier.

“He did offer to help me out, but he was on his way out to run some errands and I didn’t want to bother him of course, so I told him not to worry about it.”

You gaze at him fondly as he tells his story with animated hands and facial expressions.

“And then, y’know, I started out alright. But then I was trying to reach the higher branches and I guess I just lost my balance or something because the next thing I knew I was flat on my back staring up at the sky, babe!”

“That sounds crazy, honey,” You slide your hand into his hair to scratch your nails along his scalp.

Steve moans, he loves when you do this. You see his eyes start to get heavy and his head falls back a bit. He’s so adorable when he gets all sleepy.

“It was sooo crazy. Then Gertie was there and then the ambulance guys were there and then I went to sleep and now I’m here,” You push up on the bed so that he can lay on your shoulder. Steve snuggles in as best as he can while not disturbing his wrapped up leg or bruised ribs. “Do you think it’s okay if I sleep for a little bit? I’m kinda tired.”

His eyes begin to flutter closed, and he feels heavier on your shoulder as he falls deeper and deeper into sleep. “Yeah baby, get some sleep.”

Steve grumbles a bit, just on the cusp of his impending nap ,”Mmm…I love you so much.”

You squeeze him tighter against you and lean your head back to try and get some rest as well.

“I love you more.”

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faghubby · 2 months

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Pretty husband

"What are you doing?" My wife Jen screamed. I jumped up I had not heard her come home. I was laying on the bed wearing the lingerie I had bought for her last Valentine's day. Jen had worn it only once. I had worn it many times since. The red corset with matching sheer thong. I had ruined the matching stockings but still loved wearing them. I tried to cover myself as I noticed Jen taking pics with her phone.

"Jen I can explain" I wimpered.

"I am sure you can try but this seems self explanatory" Jen told me. She turned and stormed out of the house. Although I was terrified of what she would do. My dick was harder then I could ever remember I quickly masterbated then got changed back to my normal clothes. I tried to call and text Jen but got no response of any kind. I finally fell asleep with no word from Jen.

Jen returned at 10am the next morning. She marched right past me to the bedroom. I jumped up and rushed after her. She was getting undressed when I walked in.

"Beth helped me find your online persona" Jen informed me. I panicked as she continued

"female led marriage "? She smiled as she removed her panties she was now naked as she laid on the bed. She spread her legs.

"Well get to it" she said plainly. I crawled between her legs. I saw dried cum mashed into her hair. I lifted my head and went to say something

"Don't! You know you want it" Jen told me. "Or should I just send everyone the pics of you all dressed up with your little pee pee all excited. I just swallowed hard and licked her pussy. I could taste the salty load of some man as it started to leak form her.

"I learned alot about what you want" Jen said. "Cuckolding can be crossed off your list. Don't worry it won't be the last time " she held my head down as I licked her used pussy. I didn't stop until she came on my tounge.

"Paul things are going to change around here" Jen told me as she laid on the bed naked.

"I can't talk to you like this. Strip" she ordered.

"Jen we can talk, I can explain" I begged.

"PAUL GET NAKED!" Jen said with a raised voice. I quickly stripped.

"No panties" Jen sounded disappointed.

"now since i am revoking your rights in this marriage" Jen stated.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Do not interrupt me" Jen said annoyed. As she got up and put on a robe. I fell silent

"Now I am taking full control of this marriage. You may give your opinion if I ask for it. But I will decide alone what actions we will take.

"In addition since you like acting all girlie, you will start today. No more sneaking around touching my things. You will wear your pretty things all the time. And shave those legs so you don't look ridiculous" Jen told me."

"Jen I can't" I started she walked over and smacked me across the face.

"Don't deny this is what you truly want. I have scene your Tumblr. Pinintrest and even your Femlife dating app" Jen told me. "This will also stop. You will not post things or look at inappropriate things online without my approval" Jen informed me.

"You won't have to worry about not satisfying me sexually any more either. As I said before I will cuckold you. Find real men to please me." Jen stood behind me her hand slid across my ass. "But I don't want you touching yourself without my promission either"

"Now, I want you completely free of body hair. The mustache goes as well. Only hair better be one the top of your head" Jen told me. She smacked my ass.

"Get to it" she commanded. I went to the bathroom and filled the tub. I wasn't sure where to start so I started with my face. Then attempted my legs. My penis was hard the whole time. This task was alot harder then I thought it would be. I had been at it for over an hour when Jen walked in.

"Jen I can't reach" I started. Jen went under her sink and pulled out a bottle of nair and a long handled applicator she used for lotion. And handed it to me.

"You will put this on when you finish" she told me touching a pile of clothes. Then leaving me alone again. I read the instructions and used it also to touch up any areas I had missed with the razor. As I waited I looked thru the clothes Jen had left. There was a babu blue thong with a dark blue lace sports bra looking thing. The slacks and shirt seemed to be mine. She also had left a pair of her pink socks. I rinsed off watching the last of my bodybhair gather around the drain. Then got dressed. The bra was easily seen thru the white thin shirt. I came out of the bathroom.

"Do you feel pretty?" Jen asked.

"Yes" I mumbled unable to look at her. The thong unable to hold my erection.

"Good that way you will always remember your place" she told me.

"I expect you to do the womanly duties around here from now on" Jen told me. I was a bit confused by what she meant we had never been a couple that dealt in such roles.

"You will behave as if you are a 1940s wife. All household duties are yours to forfil" Jen informed me. "Don't worry about things that are to manly. I will find someone to help you with them. She walked away. Without another word. I thought about what she had said and seeing dishes in the sink. I went to clean them.

"It's late I will order up some lunch" Jen announced she didn't ask what I would like. About half an hour later the doorbell rang.

"Paulie answer the door" Jen called out. I went to answer aware my bra was on display as well as my pink socks. I hesitated by the door bell rang again. I could see Jen was getting annoyed. I answered the door the young man looked confused but didn't say anything. Jen had paid all i had to do was sign.

She had gotten me a salad and flavored water. So I could watch my girlie figure.

"I have ordered you all new panties. So you don't have to wear mine" Jen told me as we sat and ate. I watched as she ate a burger from my favorite restaurant while I ate my salad.

"A good house wife spends most of their time making sure the house is clean and orderly. I expect you to learn and self motivated yourself to do just that. You will have to pay close attention on laundry. Separate things handwash and such" Jen told me. I worked and with Jen permission I used the internet to learn how to do housework. I worked till about 9pm. Rarely seeing Jen although she was home.

"Bedtime" Jen informed me "now go get ready."

As I brushed my teeth. Jen came in. "You will have to learn a night time routine. Face care, hair, lotion you do want to be soft don't you?" Jen informed me.

"I understand" I said softly. She gave me about a half hour then called me to the bedroom. She handed me a satin nightgown. I changed leaving the my panties. Jen still fully dressed tucked me in.

"Your clitty is still hard, you been excited all day" Jen teased.

"Yes" was all I could manage as her hand slid under the covers. She pulled them back her hands ran down my smooth stomach and hips. She spread my legs but was careful not to touch my erection.

"Roll on your side" she told me she positioned me with my ass towards her my one leg bent her hand slid over my ass crack.

"Have you ever played with your sissy hole?" She asked

"A finger" I mumbled as I answered she applied lube to my hole then worked her finger in.

"My pretty husband likes when I play with you, don't you?" Jen asked.

"Rub yourself, don't jerk just rub" Jen told me as she fingered my ass. Pushing a second finger up my ass.

"Chuck fucked me last night, did you like eating your friends cum out of my dirty cumt?" Jen told me. Chuck was one of my closest friends.

"I showed him the pics of my pretty husband and begged him to fuck me. Since I needed a real man. He has a lovely cock, did you know?" Jen continued. I came in my nightie. Jen removed her fingers and tucked me back into bed.

"Goodnight baby" she said kissing me on the forehead and turning out the light. I layed in bed sticky my mind wondering what else Jen would make me do. Sleep didn't come quickly but I didn't dare to turn on the light or change my clothes. I finally fell asleep before Jen came to bed.

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GUITAR STRING HEART 1 :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ sometimes they're an unexpected chapter in the story ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! guitarist/singer! reader ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ social media au, band au, ex's to ???, angst, fluff ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 4.7k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ drinking, smoking, mention of nudity, breakups, and insecurities - let me know if theirs anything else ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ first post, and it's an idea I have had for a while - their is going to be a part 2 to this and Idk when I will write it but enjoy - ALSO their may be several mistake but plz ignore it 2 am and i can see straight ]

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Nothing felt better than this, the rush of Adrenaline and Dopamine kicking in, making everything fuzzy in the best way possible. Y/N lived for that rush, and right now was no different as she played her heart out on stage with her hands skilfully plucking the strings of her baby blue guitar, playing in harmony with her bandmates to the thunderous applause of the crowd. The song finally drew to a close, and the cheers became deafening. The musician felt at home looking out into the sea of faces full of twinkling phone lights, signs, and posters.

As the cheers died down slightly, Axel yelled into the mic, "Thank you, Rome and good night." followed by more applause from the crowd, and the stage lights cut off. The show was over, and dame where they beat, sluggishly making their way backstage. The group placed their instruments down before they crashed to the floor. "One more show left to go", Sabrina laughed. "Ugh, I'm gonna miss this", Onyx muttered in exhaustion. "Are you, though" Sabrina questioned, knowing her friend's lazy tendencies. "Hate to say it, but I agree with nyx on this one. I could do this forever," Y/n finally chimed in as she picked herself off the floor, grabbed four water bottles, and shared them with the group. "Now hurry up, you dumb fucks. I need a shower."

Paparazzi were annoying fans, and average fans weren't. That was set in stone, but the line separating the two was slim. So when people were shoving cameras in their faces and screaming at them to 'look here.' it got very annoying very quickly. The security team surrounded them like a herd of intimidating sheep, escorting them from the venue to their ride to the hotel.

With a deep sigh, Y/N finally shut the door to her hotel room, bolted it, and quickly stripped naked, leaving a pile of clothes in the bathroom. She bathed under the shower and let the hot water wash away all the day's dirt, grime and stress. Humming a light tune, she scrubbed her body clean with scented body gel and shampooed and conditioned her hair before rinsing. Now fresh and clean, she did her extensive skin care and posted a picture on Instagram with her, Sabrina, and Victoria from Maneskin, adding a couple of images to her story and making a quick tweet teasing the final concert of the tour in paris before turning off her phone and falling asleep. Safe to say, she was excited for what was to come, but nothing could prepare her for the storm coming her way, a storm called Kylian Mbappe.

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Kylian knew it was wrong, but that had never stopped him before. He had lost all sense of morality the moment he lost her, as he lay awake another sleepless night with the bed feeling too big and empty, yearning for the feeling of another body filling that void. But it couldn't be just anyone, and he figured that out the hard way after many nights of drinking and sleeping around still did little to ease or mend his broken heart.

Letting out a deep sigh, the PSG player gave up on trying to sleep and decided to turn on the tv as he lay perfectly still in bed and flicked through the channels. Lady and the tramp was one of Y/N's favourites because she was a hopeless romantic. As the famous spaghetti scene played with romantic music in tow, the number ten couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted and annoyed.

Everything reminded him of her, but he didn't have the right to complain about feeling heartbroken. He was the one who left the stunning musician. So in some sick sense of karma, he did deserve it. Maybe this was how the universe would exact revenge on him on behalf of his former lover. Gift him success, money, fame - and every luxury life had to offer but leave a hole in the shape of the love he once had.

He constantly felt the overwhelming urge to see her face, like an itch in his brain that he could not scratch, to see what he had missed, to revel in envy and live vicariously through her social media posts and dream of a world where they were still together. He held a sick sense of pride that no one would know her as intimately as he did - but what if things had changed? What if someone else did? What if she had moved on? And let the moments the two of them shared slowly deteriorate from her library of memories to make room for new ones without him?

The thought made his blood boil, he knew he had no right to be angry, but he couldn't help it. How could he remain calm? When a usurper had taken his place in Y/N's heart, he understood that it was no longer his place to hold - but oh, how he wished it was. How he wished he could wake up with someone to hold him tight in the winter mornings, kiss him until minor bruises formed, love him through the highs and lows and excepted him with all his flaws. But he didn't just want someone. He wanted Y/N L/N, but unfortunately, not all dreams came true.

So Kylian did the next best thing; he stalked her. Clicking on the profile, he scrolled through the array of photos, her happy face, in different countries, with her friends, family but not him - never him. That was why he didn't want their relationship to be secret anymore. He was tired of being hidden. Because in the back of his mind, he thought Y/N was ashamed to be seen with him, obviously that was the furthest thing from the truth.

But he couldn't help it, so in an attempt to find some comfort, he suggested making the relationship public multiple times. Constant declining and excuses did nothing but further his insecurities to the point that he started to doubt their relationship. This only lead to more fights and, finally, the eventual end of the relationship, with him being the one to call it off.

As he stared at the same face, he shed a river's worth of tears with. He felt nothing but regret and guilt as he saw the musician's Instagram story, a picture from her band's concert in Rome. 'I don't want to love you anymore' in a bold red, scrawled over the digital screen in the background. Part of him wanted to deny any chance that this may be directed towards him, but another part of him clung to the idea that the musician was still in love with him like a wet shirt to skin.

So without thinking, he posted on his story replying to her first post indirectly, not even concerned if people would put two and two together. An hour later, Kylian began watching another movie that reminded him of her. Tim Burton's corpse bride, as the film played in the background, Mbappe opened Twitter and switched accounts from his offical to his secret. His timeline was a bloody valentines shrine of achievements and, more notably, Y/N's achievements, from videos of her and her bandmates at the Grammys and red carpets to their most recent concert in Rome. He watched them all, liking, favouriting and rooting for them from afar.

One particular video caught his eye, clicking play. Shouts and music met his ears as the video of the group performing the song 'second chance romance.' played with everyone in the crowd screaming, dancing and singing along. All he could do was focus on the lyrics. 'second chance romance doesn't leave us enough time for one last dance, with not enough time. You'll leave me begging you, please don't go, but even if you leave, maybe in a couple of years, I'll let you back into my heart, my dear.'

The song was for him. It had to be. Once again, acting on impulse, he posted the picture of the Tim burton movie and song title to his story before shutting off his phone. Mbappe closed his eyes and let out a deep breath as he clung to his last shred of hope that he could still have her back. He knew that Y/N's final concert was in Paris, and part of him felt happy that she was coming home. Even if it wasn't to him, maybe he would watch. He eventually fell asleep, unaware of the problems he had caused with those posts. But perhaps it was for the best?

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celebritytheories Football fans and blood hearts clash as the recent stories made by mbappe leave fans wondering if there was some relationship between him and bloody valentines guitarist and female vocalist y/n l/n. The rumours sparked after kylian posted a harmless photo of him watching lady and the tramp (one of y/n's favourite movies of all time) with a cryptic message seemingly replying to the y/n's story about her band's concert in rome, italy. And if that wasn't enough to cause controversy, the psg star then made a follow-up post on his story with the caption 'second chance romance.' which is a bloody valentine song written by y/n herself. As it recounts a relationship with an old flame and how she would be willing to rekindle their love, the reference was paired alongside another of her all-time favourite movies, the corpse bride. People's opinions are split, with some claiming that fans are just reaching. Others argue that the references were too cohesive to be coincidence and that the singer did spend four months in paris last year. With no more information and neither party addressing the rumours, there is nothing but speculation. With bloody Valentine, the final stop on their world tour is in Paris, and people are wondering if PSG's number star will be among the crowd.

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Love was a complicated emotion, but the dread that she was experiencing was the furthest thing from it. Y/N had been worried about everything but the paparazzi, from the jet to the car to the hotel. She leaned against the hotel room's balcony with a cigarette and a flute of champagne in hand. She felt the sicking sense of nostalgia creep down her spine as she watched the twinkling lights of the Eiffel tower.

The cold wind gently knocked against her frigid skin, reminding her that at the same time last year, she was in the warm embrace of the supposed man of her dreams - Kylian Mbappe. But it wasn't meant to be. Even if she wished it was, it wouldn't change the truth. They were over and had been over for nearly a year, so why he decided to start writing cryptic messages and references directed at her was a surprise. Her head had convinced her that he was bored, and her heart said that he still loved her, but whatever the PSG player was doing was not appreciated.

The squeak of the balcony door stopped her rabbit hole of reminiscing as her best friend and fellow bandmate Sabrina joined her on the balcony. "Feels nice to be back, doesn't it?" the bassist asked. All Y/N could respond with was a whispered 'yeah' as she tried to convince herself and her friend that she was unbothered. "Angel, you know you are great at many things, but lying is not one of them."

With a deep sigh of frustration, the guitarist downed the rest of her champagne before placing the glass on the floor. Taking another long drag of her cigarette, leaned her back against the railing. "It's just…memories." She trailed off slightly, looking at her friend with a heavy sadness in her eyes. "Your thinking about the posts", Sabrina gently interrogated as she leaned against the rails and began to smoke. "It's hard not to when it's splashed all over gossip sites", the guitarist softly answered as she took one final drag of her cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray.

"You know, maybe it's well-aligned coincidences", Sabrina half-heartedly joked to make her friend smile - which she did. But only for a brief moment, as the gloom of memories crept over her once more. "You and I both know those posts were anything but coincidence, Brina," Y/N spoke with a sad smile. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're probably not going to see him, " her friend uttered, trying to comfort her sad companion.

"Oddly enough, that makes me feel slightly worse that better." as tears start to well in her eyes, Y/N lights a fresh cigarette - Kylian hated when she smoked, which was the exact reason she did it often. "You still in love with him" the dreaded question slipped through her friend's lips, and the two stood in a moment's worth of silence. "I don't think I ever stopped. I only learned how to act like I didn't."

"to be honest, I always thought that you two would get married", Sabrina sighed as she thought about all the times she saw her friend and the football star looking hopelessly in love during their relationship. But no love story was perfect, and Y/N and Kylian's was no different. "yeah, me too," Y/N whispered with unshed tears. Sabrina knew why they ended, as Kylian's constant need to make their relationship public tore them apart.

And the 18-year-old Y/N was hesitant, and she didn't want unnecessary attention from the media, who already had an affinity for making baseless dating accusations against her. But Sabrina could understand why Kylian didn't want to keep their relationship secret - he wanted to show the world how much he loved his girl. But at the same time, Y/N had a different idea for their relationship, wanting to keep it private and avoid people making unnecessary comments towards both of them. She was trying to protect him, but did he need protection in the first place?

After a few more moments of peaceful silence, the two girls agreed to go back inside as the cold worsened. Stepping back into the warm hotel room, their other two bandmates lay on the sofa with a drink in hand and not a care in the world. Looking up from his phone Onyx smiled at the pair "nice of you to rejoin the party." the drummer laughed as he handed the two a beer bottle each as they seated themselves in the empty loveseat.

"Good to know you're still not completely shit-faced", Y/N snickered, taking a sip of her beer, "Don't worry, the night is still young," the man said in a fit of laughter. "Give it ten minutes, and he'll be out like a light", Axel finally chimed in. The other guitarist and male vocalist chuckled at the state of his bandmate. "Nah, I give it five", Sabrina countered. "You people have no faith in me", the intoxicated drummer whined in protest. The group laughed in innocent bliss, revelling in each other's company, only to be interrupted by a knock at the door.

Looking in the direction of the nock, Axel sighed, "alright, fess up. Who ordered takeout." looking towards his friends, who all denied doing such a thing - but that didn't convince him. Pushing himself up from the sofa and walking towards the door, making sure to grab his wallet in the process, he grumbled incoherently while the other three just looked at each other confused. Opening the door, Axel was met with the face of their manager, not a delivery boy. "False alarm, it's just Johnny ", he yelled to the others, who groaned at the thought of no food.

Letting the older man into the room, they offered him a beer, which he accepted graciously before taking a seat on an empty stool. "So your probably wondering what I'm doing here, so I'll get straight to it. As you know, tomorrow is the day before your last concert on tour, and I just got a call from the higher-ups. They want you to attend the PSG vs Man City match tomorrow and get the most publicity out of these stupid rumours about Y/N and Mbappe." Johnny spoke as the group listened intently to their manager, oblivious to the fact that these rumours were true, which made him look stupid, but they chose not to say anything. Well, this was an exciting turn of events.

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Y/N had been uneasy since the morning as she sat in the car on her way to the game. She was questioning her life choices as she tried to find ways to escape this uncomfortable situation, but her back was against the wall. It took all her strength not to reach from her seat behind the driver and grab the wheel to force him to turn the car around. Part of her hated Johnny for this, but the other part couldn't be mad at him for something he didn't know or could control.

Finally, stopping in front of Parc Des Princes Paris. Home to PSG and her ex-boyfriend Y/N felt like she was dying. Stepping out of the car, she looked up at the enormous stadium as she felt a hand intertwined with hers. Turning slightly, she met Sabrina's gaze giving her a reassuring smile to her friend that she was 'fine'. The group walked in like a scene out of an action movie as security escorted them to their seats in the VIP lounge.

As fans flooded into the stadiums as chants and singing began - football fans were a different breed of human. A little while later, the pre-kick of formalities had started. Both teams make their way onto the field, standing in line with the children in front of them. As the camera panned across all of the player's faces, Y/N's heartbeat quickened slightly at the sight of the PSG number seven. Her heart screams at his effortlessly attractive disposition, even if her head screams to ignore him. But that had been challenging to do when every fibre of her being was still calling out to him.

Y/N was choosing to swat away the intrusive thoughts and enjoy the game, as that was the point of being there, even if it was mixed up in a publicity bit. As the game began, the guitarist was on the edge of her seat as the two teams went head to head. One of the most intriguing clashes amid the match was between Mbappe and Halland, as the two promising talents battled it out in what seemed to be far bigger than just a football match - it was personal. There was a purpose behind every tackle and interception, not just to win but to make a point to the other.

By the end of the first half, it was 1-1, with both teams equally matched in skill, speed, and defence, meaning there were very few windows to score. As much as she didn't want to come, Y/N was genuinely surprised at how much she was enjoying herself. If it weren't for the fact that everyone knew they were here (courtesy of the cameras showing their reactions to the goals on the large screen) and that her ex-boyfriend was in the same vicinity as her, she would have classed this as a near-perfect experience.

"They're good, aren't they?" Axel spoke in awe as he took a sip of his coke, "yeah, I mean did you see Halland score that goal!" Onyx said with elevated enthusiasm - he was a man city stan. "technically, aren't we meant to be supporting PSG as they were the ones who invited us?" Sabrina questioned, making an excellent point. Why would PSG invite them when one of their star players was making headlines for all the wrong reasons with a member of the band they asked to watch? "Well, it's a free country, and I'm going to support Halland," Onyx said firmly with his support for the light blues.

"Suck his ass more like." Y/N chimed in, giving Brina a high five as the two laughed at their friend's obsession with Earling Halland. As the group talked about the game and enjoyed their VIP benefit food, the second half started, and it did not disappoint. Mbappe and Messi followed Neymar and scored a goal each, but the field was quickly made even by Phil Foden and Jack Grealish. The game ended 3-3, much to each side's disappointment, but they all played their best and put on a fantastic show of skill.

Standing up from their seats, the group cheered along with the rest of the audience of fans before they began to grab their things and get ready to leave, like everyone else. But a text message from Johnny altered their plans drastically, "Oh shit", Onyx cursed, looking at his friends. "Have you guys read what johnny boys said on the group chat" Taking the silence as a 'no', he continued, "apparently, were going to be taken by security to meet the PSG team"

If Y/N wasn't freaking out before, she sure was now. Sensing her distress, her friends jumped in to comfort her. "Hey baby, listen, we don't have to if you don't want to", Axel said, trying to comfort his best friend as she looked like she was on the verge of tears at the thought of being in the same room as her ex. "No, no, we have to. I don't want management to know somethings up." the girl sighed as she tried to compose herself as she began to walk down to the reception.

They were taken back into the restricted area, Y/N was now in fight or flight mode, and in a last-ditch attempt, she asked where the bathroom was. Walking towards the restroom, she could feel her bandmates concerned gazes as the guitarist and singer walked into the bathroom. Splashing cold water over her face, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt her solid resolve deteriorating with every passing second.

"You look like you have been through it" not even bothering to turn around, she looked through the mirror and saw Earling Halland leaning against one of the stalls near the door. "You could say that." turning around to face him, giving him a small smile. "Hope it wasn't because of the outcome of the match." he joked lightly, seeing the girl's tense demeanour and deciding that she needed a laugh.

"No, it was anything but that. It's not every day you get to see Earling the robot Halland play live." the Norwegian star met her gaze with a stunned expression riddled across his face. "You know who I am?" he asked in shock, and all Y/N could do was laugh. "Of course, I know who you are. It's difficult not to when my bandmate constantly professes his undying love for you." Erling flushed pink as he muttered a small 'wow', "Yeah, don't underestimate your reputation. Onyx asked to become you for Christmas."

As the two laughed at the ridiculous request, "well, looks like he's not the only one with an impossible Christmas gift since all of your concert tickets are sold out, " the blond confessed, which shocked the singer. "You listen to our music," Y/N asked, pointing from him to herself when he nodded without hesitation. "Not just me. The whole man-city squad loves your music, and we were planning to see you live in London, but the tickets sold out so fast."

"Okay, I see a way we can solve both our problems. You get me one of your signed jerseys I will get you and the rest of your squad tickets to tomorrow's concert" Boy, did that make him happy he asked if she was being serious, and when she responded with a firm yes, she was flung into a hug. "Okay, okay, I can get you that jersey and do you one better I can get the whole squad to sign it." the blond Norwegian said, breaking away from the embrace.

"Wait, you would do that?" Y/N asked in surprise that the player was willing to do so much for someone he had just met, and another nod had her smiling like an idiot. "You, my friend, have just earned you and the rest of your team tickets to tomorrow's concert and an invite to the after-party." the two talked through the details, exchanging numbers and bidding each other goodbye. Safe to say that she felt much happier as she walked towards her dreaded destination. Wonder how long that's going to last.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 months

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Hey I have a cute master x reader request idea for you. May I please request a Dhawan!master x reader where the reader has prepared a special romantic dinner but something goes wrong and the dinner is ruined and so to make it up to the reader they take them to the most romantic place in the universe where feelings are confessed

this is very cute! and the perfect thing to post for Valentine's Day. I hope you like it <3 (it's so hard to find a good gif of him when he looks feral in practically every one-)

Change of Plans (Dhawan! Master x reader)

Warnings: reader is a bit of a scatterbrain and accidentally ruins dinner because of it (whoops), cute and fluffy confession, The Master may be slightly ooc for fluff purposes

You'd really screwed up this time.

Valentine's Day was coming up, and you figured that would be the perfect time to tell The Master about the feelings you'd developed for him. You thought it might be nice to prepare dinner, dress up, and light some candles to help set the mood.

He knew you were going to make dinner, but he didn't know about any of your other plans. Unfortunately for you, those plans never came to fruition because of one little mistake.

Not wanting to spend all day trying to prep for dinner, you decided on a frozen dish that could easily be popped into the oven and forgotten about until it was done. That would give you ample time to set everything else up and get ready.

Your mistake was made when you accidentally set the timer for too long. Frozen lasagna is only supposed to be in the oven for around ninety minutes. You set it for nine hours.

So caught up in trying to figure out what to wear, you didn't even realize it was set for too long until you smelled something burning in the kitchen. You rushed in there as quickly as you could, hoping you weren't too late to save it, but the damage was already done.

You let out a loud groan in frustration. There was no way you'd have enough time to make another one, not with The Master waiting in the next room.

You dreaded having to go in there and tell him what happened, but you knew he'd find out sooner or later. He was sure to get nosy at some point and come looking for you if you took too long.

You took a deep breath before walking into the TARDIS control room. You had a nervous smile on your face, The Master watching you with a look of pure amusement.

"So, when's dinner?" He asked teasingly, and you had no doubt the TARDIS had already informed him of the mess you'd made. She was such a tattletale.

"Uh, dinner's been cancelled for tonight." You said awkwardly as you fidgeted with some of the knobs on the control panel.

"Hm, pity. I was really looking forward to that tray of frozen lasagna that had been promised to me."

You shot him a unimpressed glare, something that only made his smirk grow wider. "Not funny." You grumbled as you messed with the console, punching in coordinates.

"What're you doing?" The Master asked with a raised eyebrow as he made his way over to you.

"Resulting to plan b," you plainly stated, not giving much of an explanation to where you went. Of course, if he really wanted to know he could just look over your shoulder, but he didn't want to ruin whatever surprise you had planned.

"Meet me outside in less than ten minutes," you instructed as you briskly walked past him and towards the doors of the TARDIS, slipping outside.

He let out a chuckle before following after you, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Just where did you take us?" He asked you as he stepped outside, taking a look around at the forest you'd landed in. It seemed like the standard planet, which made him wonder even more what made it so special.

"You'll see, now come on." You took him by the hand and practically dragged him through the woods. He almost had to jog in order to keep up. Before he could complain, however, you suddenly stopped, causing him to nearly run into you. "Look."

The Master tore his eyes away from you and looked up to see the clearing you'd brought him to was a small beach. The salty waves lapped restlessly against the sandy shore while the sky above it was transforming into an ombre of warm tones as the sun was starting to go down.

"It's... it's beautiful," he said in awe, his voice softer than it had ever been. He'd never seen a sight so beautiful before, except for maybe you. And speaking of which...

"There's something I need to tell you." Your voice cut through his thoughts like a knife cutting through warm bread. "I- I like you. A lot. As in, more than just a friend." You inwardly cringed at just how awkward you were sure you must sound.

He raised an eyebrow at you but made no other change in his expression. "Go on," he implored, evidently interested in what you had to say.

You took a deep breath and continued. "I think you're really amazing, and so much fun to travel with, even if you don't always make the best decisions-"

He let out a slight snort of laughter, something that made your face grow a little warm as you found yourself becoming flustered the longer you spoke for.

"-and I'd love to be more than just friends, I suppose is what I'm trying to say here. It's actually why I wanted to make dinner for you. I thought I could set everything up all nice and romantic, but that didn't really turn out so well-"

Before you could continue to ramble on, he crossed the distance between the two of you and brought you in for a tender and loving kiss. You always thought your first kiss with him would be passionate and rough, better fitting for his personality, but this was nice, too.

"I would love to be more than just friends," he whispered playfully as he leaned his forehead against yours. "And I'm not mad at you for ruining dinner. In fact, you can ruin dinner as often as you'd like as long as I get to call you mine."

If you weren't flustered before, you certainly were now. He chuckled and kissed you again, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. Maybe you hadn't screwed things up nearly as badly as you'd thought.

Happy Valentine's Day!! 💌🌹

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roosterforme · 1 year

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roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm

Let's celebrate Valentine's Day the Top Gun way! Choose a love song, any love song that you want, and write a fic about one or more of our favorite Top Gun characters!

Rules:

Please use the #love is in the air tgm hashtag!!!

Once you have your song selected (first come, first served, no duplicates), please send me an ask letting me know which song and character(s) you want to write about. If your song is not listed below, just let me know what you want with your ask and I’ll add it (within reason, of course). If your song has been claimed already, I'll let you know so you can choose another one

You can use the song in the fic however you would like. Use it as the title, use some lyrics, have the song playing in the background, anything you want!

Minimum word count: 1k

There is no real time limit, but please try to post around Valentine's Day, or during the month of February.

Please make sure you tag me (or send me a message) when you post your story so I don’t miss it. I can’t wait to read and reblog!

Please reblog and share this with anyone who may want to participate

If you’re under 18, do not submit or read smut

Songs are listed after the cut:

If you don't see a song you like, send me an ask and I will add it for you!

Current Playlist:

1 @familyvideostevie Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye (Bradley)

2 @semperhuggs Perfect by Ed Sheeran (Jake)

3 @bradshawsbitch You're My Best Friend by Queen (Bob)

4 @gretagerwigsmuse Everlasting Love by Love Affair (Bradley)

5 @bradshawsbaby My Girl by The Temptations (Hannix)

6 @wkndwlff Slow Dancing by Aly & AJ (Jake)

7 @beyondthesefourwalls Wildflowers & Wine by Marcus King (Bradley)

8 @roosterforme Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Bradley)

9 @hangmanbrainrot At Last by Etta James (Jake)

10 @cherrycola27 Desire by U2 (Bradley)

11 @theharddeck Yours by Russell Dickerson (Jake)

12 @bradshawsbaby Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli (Bradley)

13 @wildbornsiren Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis (Bob)

14 @thedroneranger Talk You Out of It by Florida Georgia Line (Jake)

15 @whisperofsong Late Night Talking by Harry Styles (Jake)

16 @mothdruid Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars (Javy)

17 @sometimesanalice Like I Can by Sam Smith (Bradley)

18 @little-wiseone Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding (Jake)

19 @bolaurel You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes (Bradley)

20 @high-bi-imgonnacry Next Thing You Know by Jordan Davis (Jake)

21 @thedroneranger Kind of Love We Make by Luke Combs (Bradley)

22 @cherrycola27 Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers (Jake)

23 @laracrofted Delicate by Taylor Swift (Bob)

24 @beyondthesefourwalls The Good I’ll Do by Zach Bryan (Jake)

25 @cherrycola27 Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez (Bradley)

26 @blackwidownat2814 All of Me by John Legend (Jake)

27 @godsfavoritebabe Endless Love by Luther Vandross (Bradley)

28 @cassiemitchell Friends Don’t by Maddie and Tae (Jake)

29 @sylviebell Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift (Rooster x Phoenix)

30 @madsnowstorm Beyond by Leon Bridges ft Luke Combs (Jake)

31 @jynxmirage If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys (Bradley)

32 @bussyslayer333 Lovefool by The Cardigans (Bob)

33 @desert-fern La Dah Dee by Cody Simpson (Jake)

34 @cassiemitchell Worldwide by Big Time Rush (Bradley)

35 @jynxmirage Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton (Jake)

36 @desert-fern Dandelions by Ruth B (Natasha)

37 @avaleineandafryingpan Like My Father by Jax (Bob)

38 @roosters-girl Just What I Needed by The Cars (Bradley)

39 @hangmanstigerlily Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon (Jake)

40 @call-sign-shark Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer (Mav)

41 @myfaveficrecs I'll Make Love to You by Boyz II Men (Bradley)

42 @roosterforme The Kind of Girl I Could Love by The Monkees (Bob)

43 @rae-gar-targaryen This Old Heart of Mine by the Isley Brothers (Mickey)

44 @shrimping-for-all Letters by Why Don’t We (Bradley)

45 @bradshawsbitch Secret Love Song by Little Mix (Natasha)

46 @floyd-luvr About You by The 1975 (Bob)

47 @floyd-luvr Ain't No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (Bradley)

48 @semperhuggs Need You Tonight by INXS (IceMav)

49 @nocapesdahling You Send Me by Sam Cooke (Jake)

50 @nocapesdahling By Your Side by Sade (Bradley)

51 @ssprayberrythings Black and White by Niall Horan (Jake)

52 @daughterofautumn All You Need Is Love by The Beatles (Mickey)

53 @daughterofautumn Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA (Bob)

54 @callsignseagull I love you by JP Saxe (Jake)

55 @gennyanydots Untouched by The Veronicas (Bradley)

56 @gennyanydots Here In Your Arms by Hellogoodbye (Bob)

57 @thebirdandthebee Congratulations by Mac Miller (Bradley)

58 @endofdays56 Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx (Bob)

59 @notroosterbradshaw These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding (Bradley)

60 @avengers-fixation I Don't Wanna Set the World On Fire by VoicePlay (Jake)

61 @amysteryspot I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston (Bradley)

62 @beyondthesefourwalls I Don't Love You Like I Used To by John Legend (Javy)

63 @valhallaas Love Me Tender by Elvis (Jake)

64 @daughterofautumn Your Body Is a Wonderland by John Mayer (Mickey)

65 @hangmans-wingman I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith (Jake)

66 @tongue-like-a-razor Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden (Bradley)

67 @tongue-like-a-razor I Wish It Would Rain Down by Phil Collins (Jake)

68 @hurricanerex666 Kiss Goodnight by I Don't Know How But They Found Me (Bradley)

69 @roosterbruiser Fruits of My Labor by Lucinda Williams (Jake)

Songs You May Want To Use:

At Last by Etta James

Addicted to Love by Robert Palmer

Desire by U2

Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye

Just What I Needed by The Cars

You Can't Hurry Love by The Supremes

Late Night Talking by Harry Styles

I'll Make Love To You Boyz II Men

Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis

Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli

Beautiful Stranger by Madonna

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Best I Ever Had by Drake

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

Love Story by Taylor Swift

All You Need Is Love by The Beatles

Need You Tonight by INXS

I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston

All Of Me by John Legend

Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars

My Girl by The Temptations

#love is in the air tgm #top gun fanfiction #top gun fandom

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yarrystyleeza · 2 months

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Ok actually I didn't have to think long, lol.

What would your ideal first date with Mikey (aka our favorite Irish mob daddy) consist of??? 👀

I am really really REALLY sorry it took me (5) months to finish this piece, a lot of stuff was going on (my life was a complete mess, still tho). But since it's Valentine's day, I HAD to post something, and what's better than a date with Mikey for a Valentine's gift?

Something else I had to say, is that I had no idea how to write HCs—which is the vibe that I got from your ask (hehe), so, I improvised, and made up a whole story of what would your first date with Mikey would be (with a back story as well).

That being said, let's jump right into the act! And thank you, thank you, thank you, so much, for submitting this request and for your patience, please enjoy! 💖💖💖

It's Always Raining In Dublin (M.K)

Requested by @loveroftoomanyfandoms

Pairing and dynamic: Michael Kinsella x female!reader (reader is a bookshop owner), strangers to friends (?) to lovers

Prompt: fluff, first date goes wrong but then perfect, rain, rain, and more rain.

Word Count: 4.3k!

Writer's note: this was supposed to be finished back in September, which was five months ago, but I was struggling for a while with both a terrible writer's block and life and then BOOM I got the inspiration to finish it. Also, this is the very first time I ever write anything for Michael, so I'm a little nervous, I hope it's good enough though.

(I proofread this almost a thousand times WITH my bestie as well, so if there's anything wrong with the grammar and/or the lexical content, we were really exhausted and couldn't see shit—we're sorry T-T).

It was a rainy morning when you truly met him, it rained almost everyday in Dublin but that day was a core memory. You had just unlocked the door of your little bookshop and started to sort things out before your costumers arrive.

Usually, your first client doesn't show up before nine-thirty in the morning, which gives you spare time to dust off the shelves and pick up a big cup of coffee from the nearby coffeeshop down the street—in this never-ending autumn.

That morning was no different. It was pouring heavily but you're used to opening your shop on rainy days, it's always raining in Dublin anyway, and if you had to take each rainy day off—you'd end up with a couple of fingers on your hands as you count the days you worked on per year.

You were organizing the children's books section when you heard the sweet chime of the little bell hanging on your front door. It was barely eight and you happened to just finished your coffee and breakfast, getting ready to start your day. But it began earlier than you expected it to.

Your costumer was a man, you assumed he was in his early forties, maybe for the dark thick beard that covers most of his face. His face was strangely familiar to you, you just couldn't exactly remember when it was when you saw him.

But you're sure that this was the prettiest face of a man you've seen in a while. His greenish hazel brown eyes sparkled like a kaleidoscope with a hint of an exquisite permanent-sadness, and his flushed skin and dampened hair glistened due to the torrent outside.

You felt your breath stuck in your throat for a moment before you could clear it to speak.

"good morning, sir, how may I help ya today?" you faced him fully and your skirt swirled—following your motion with a swoosh in the air, you catch him glance down at it for a second before returning his eyes on you.

"I... The book ye suggested ta me the other day..." he starts gently and the memory comes back rushing immediately. You remember that warm tone, you had indeed met this gentleman before.

A week ago, he came over to your shop and you recall how lost he was in his search for the perfect book to read. And you, being a bookworm, and also the owner of this little corner bookshop— you had to help him. You gave him a suggestion for a book out of his box—out of his comfort readings.

And from the gentle look on his face, you suppose that he liked it.

"I'was grand," the man smiles softly and the corners of his eyes crinkle a little, you find yourself grinning back at him.

"Ye finished it quickly!" you commented in excitement and he looked a bit puzzled, a smile softly drawn on his lips with a little crease of confusion. It was adorable.

"I mean—I'm glad t'was grand that ya finished it quickly." He lipped a silent "oh" before his cheeks burn red as he smiled and his eyes almost disappeared.

"Are ya here for another book?" you asked when the silence fell on the place, raindrops kept knocking on the glass front nonstop, music to your ears with this handsome man smiling and radiating joy to your eyes.

"Ye can say that..." his voice was quiet but you can hear it in this downpour noise, he tilted his head to the side and shrugged, and it was impossible for you to not aw at it.

"How about we go with somethin' even newer for today?" you suggested, he nods to the side with a little smile, you walk and he follows you down the aisle.

"Romance or crime and mystery?" you stop at the novels sections, "pride and prejudice, I guess ya must've heard of it before," you pick the book off the shelf, he gently takes it from your hand and examines the cover thoroughly with his amber eyes, and he looked so interested.

"Or, we can go with Agatha Christie's illustrious murder on the orient express," you take the book and hand it to him, "or... Take a whole new genre and check Mary Shelley's horror Frankenstein? It's one of me favorites," you hand him the third book after strolling down the aisle a little more.

The man looked puzzled now, he seemed interested in each one of these books. But you patiently wait for him to speak.

"Have ya made up yer mind yet, sir?" you ask.

He shrugged with a sigh, raising his brows high, "they all look grand— can't lie t'ye," he answered.

"They are— but I can make ya an offer, I'll give ya the three books with the price of one and a half—and in return, ye're gonna write me a review of each book to add to me list of reviews and suggestions here on me wall," you tilt your head to the side, eyeing his beautiful features and almost forgetting you were waiting for his answer.

"Tha' seems grand ta me," he chuckled.

"I'm glad it is!" you walk him back to the cashier check, you get back behind your computer to scan the books and add in the discount.

"That'll be 18.46 after the discount," you lean against the wooden surface with your arms supporting you up.

He nods and hands you the money. "There ya go--" you're about to hand him the change. He shook his head, "no, keep tha change, miss..." he cuts you off gently, looking down at the little pin with your name on it.

You tell him your name to catch his eyes back up and he nods with a little smile, "Michael." he says, only taking the receipt and the paper bag of books.

He turns and makes his way to the front door, "Michael?" you loved the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. He stops and turns with a puzzled face, "thanks fer the tip," he smiles and you can see the blush on his face a mile away. He leaves and you watch him take a turn to the right before he disappeared under the northern downpour.

The next week, Michael shows up at your shop's door on a Saturday afternoon, a big smile drawn on his face. You were dealing with a little kid trying to choose a book, you turn to see him and he immediately waves at you, a little sweet grin splits the darkness of his thick beard. "Ya can take the book now, pet, momma's gonna send me the money later, 'kay?" The two of you watch the little kid waddle out of the shop.

"Sorry t' interrupt yer work," he says as he crossed the distance between you. You shake your head, "at all, Michael. How was yer read? Which book did ya read first?" you asked, leaning against the shelves.

He smiled wider when you said his name, almost startled to speak. "Um, the-- the mystery one, murder on the orient express," he answered.

"And did ya like it?" you ask him again with enthusiasm and butterflies crowding your lungs. He rubs the back of his neck with a sigh and an apologetic smile. "Ya don't seem like ya liked it, did ya?" you chuckled.

He scrunched his nose and tilts his head to the side, "the ending was unexpected at all ta be honest with ya," he shrugs.

You nodded and hummed to his answer, "Christie is never expected, that's why we love her," he nods back.

You notice the two paper cups of coffee he held in his hand when the smell of freshly baked-and-brewed coffee beans hits your nostrils. You were so confused why you never noticed it before, maybe you were distracted by Michael's presence as a whole, or his always-glistened ambers if you were specific. Michael notices the confused smile on your face. "I— thought I should bring ye coffee, as a thank ya."

Your smile grows with a blush as he hands you a cup, "thank ya, Michael, that's truly sweet of ya," you coo, his face blushes and shyly drops his eyes to the ground.

The sky thunders and you nearly jumped out of your place, both of you stare at the other and you burst out laughing. "Did that scare ya off, pet?" Michael asked with a worried smile, you kept giggling.

"Not really but... It was... Unexpected?" you answer after taking a deep breath.

"Like Christie?" he chuckled, you burst out laughing.

"Like Christie."

The weeks turned into months and Michael began to show up more and more often, and you eagerly waited every morning to see his shiny hazel eyes and his beautiful smile, one that you keep daydreaming about until he steps into your shop with two hot cups of coffee.

He turned from a regular client—to be a resident of this little bookshop. Michael started to stay in with you and help you organizing and monitoring the place—he would even help the little kids in choosing their books, too.

Once, you found him sitting on the oak floor, the little boys and girls gathered and sat around him, while he narrated a children's book. Your heart melted at the sight, and luckily that wouldn't be the last time.

The kids would come into your shop asking you if uncle Michael was there to read for them; Michael was now a part of your place, and you're happy to have someone like him to keep your company.

One evening —after three months of seeing each other daily— when the sky was cloudy and the sunset light was becoming less visible. The weather broadcast had warned about an upcoming rainstorm tonight—so you had to call it a night and leave.

You made sure everything was in the right place and order before you left. You put your autumn coat on and stuff your phone inside your purse. You take the keys out and you make your way towards the exit. Michael was waiting for you by the front door. Both of you get out of the shop and you turn to lock it up.

Michael calls your name gently in a tone barely louder than a whisper before you head on your way home and it makes your stomach churn in the most beautiful way.

You turn to look at him, he's shifting in his place, hands stuffed inside his leather jacket pockets and face all flustered and burning red. "Can I walk ye home tonight? It's a lil' darker than usual, I'd be worried 'bout ye, pet," he asks, voice so desperate. Your heart skips a beat—but it comes back pounding.

Your smile doesn't leave your face and it starts to hurt your cheeks. "Sure thing, Michael, I'd love to," you nodded, he grins and his eyes crinkle and his orbits shine.

The sky darkens but you could still see the perfect smile on Michael's face, little raindrops started sliding against your skins and it was a scene out of a painting, so magical and calm.

You make it to your place and you exchange goodbyes. You watched him walking down the concrete path and disappeared behind the brick wall.

You made your way to your doorstep, almost taking your keychain out when Michael calls out your name, you turn to face him, he's all soaked in water but his beautiful grin never left his face.

"Can I take ya out fer dinner tomorrow night?" your jaw dropped and your head screamed 'yes, yes, yes'.

"Yes! Yes, y'can, Michael!" you could barely make out his silhouette as your grin almost shut your eyes. He's almost jumping in his place, he sighs with a big smile.

"I'll pick ya up tomorrow at seven, is that grand fer ya, pet?" he shouts.

"Of course, Mikey!" you shouted back.

You walked into the warmth of your house soaked and giggly, you ran upstairs straight to your bedroom to plan an outfit, you didn't care about messing up the carpet, you'd deal with that later.

You quickly made up your mind about a floral day dress you had bought recently and you recall thinking of Michael while buying this dress.

You guess he's going to love it, he usually complimented you when you wore dresses and let your hair down and that's what you're going to do.

You took the next Sunday morning off as you started to prepare yourself for the date, pampering yourself with all the skin and hair care products you can find in your house.

You wanted to look perfect for him.

You felt overwhelmed with happiness, making up the scenarios of your evening. Where will he take you out? Is it a fancy restaurant or a local diner? What would he bring you? Flowers definitely, he's a flower-gifting man, as you realized, it was definitely his way of showing affection. He brought flowers every couple days for the shop.

Now it's nearing seven and you happened to just finished your look. You put on your dress and you fix your hair, adding a little floral accessory to the side of your braided bangs. You looked stunning, you hoped that you'd give the same impression to Michael.

The doorbell rings as you slipped into your heels, you look at your mirror for the very last time tonight before opening the door. He looked so fine though he wore his shirt and trousers casually with his leather jacket. You could kiss him already.

His eyes stayed fixed on yours for a brief moment before he exhaled with a stunned smile. "Y—ya look magical, pet," he breathed out and it made you turn completely red.

"I tried me best..." you shyly drive your eyes away and tuck a stray strand back behind your ear.

"Y'don' even have ta try, love, ye're always lookin' good," he shyly says and you could see his cheeks prickling red as he drove his eyes down to his shoes.

"I um... Brought ya these," he revealed a bouquet from behind his back, it was of red roses. It matched your dress perfectly. His head tilted to the side with a smile as he handed it to you.

"They're so wonderful, Mikey, loved them, thank ya," you take the bundle. "Ya look great too, Mikey, loved yer shirt," you had to compliment him, he deserved it.

His face reddened beneath his beard, "thanks, love."

"Ye're ready, aren't ya, love?" he asked with a smile.

"I am, let me get me purse and coat first—"

He shook his head, "take yer time, pet," he countered.

You turn behind the door and take your coat off the hanger. Sliding inside it, you take your purse, grab an umbrella and widen the little crevice of the door to pass outside.

Michael hesitantly held your hand but when he noticed how you instantly wrapped your palm around his—he intertwined his fingers with yours, with no plans on letting go.

You walked down to the main street where Michael tried to stop a taxi for the two of you. "We don't have to take it," you stopped him with a gentle hand on his back, he was a little confused, "I'd prefer walking with ya, Mikey," you explained yourself. A big smile breaks the darkness of his beard and you could swear he beams at you.

As you strolled down the concrete path, the sky thundered vigorously, the voice rumbled and echoed in the air, and it wasn't long before it started dropping tears upon the two of you.

You could see Michael's face turning dark, he cursed under his breath, you rubbed a pat onto his bicep, and pulled the umbrella over your heads, offering him a soft smile. He smiled back but you still felt how uneasy he was.

"It's okay, Mikey, I love walkin' in the rain," you comment, and that kinda eases the tension of his demeanor.

The walk is silent, and you could still feel him timid as you held his forearm, you know he can't control the weather, but you don't really mind if it's sunny or gloomy, as long as you are with Michael, it's all what matters to you.

The two of you made it to the restaurant, and Michael's face turned even darker. A sign on the glass door reads 'electricity outage, sorry for disturbing' was hung on the glass door. You turn to look at Michael, his eyes are glaring with fire.

The receptionist types something on his phone and sticks it to the glass, "it's coming back in a few minutes, we're working on the issue, we truly apologize for such occurrence... See, Mikey? We can wait a few more minutes," you smiled back at him, but Michael wasn't really buying it.

He gulped and closed his eyes, huffing out a stream of hot air. "It's okay, Mikey, we can go somewhere else if ya don' wanna wait..." you suggested.

He shook his head, "no, I booked us a table in there a week ago and I ain't takin' ya anywhere less than that!" he tried to remain calm but his tone was getting angrier, "I can't let this day go wrong like tha'!" he expressed, wiping his mouth and tugging onto his beard, something you noticed he does whenever he feels tensed.

You rubbed his bicep and squeezed it a little, your hand unconsciously walk up to his face and you scratch his thick beard. He smiles a little, but his eyes are glistened with tears like glass balls.

Things weren't going his way, for years and years, and today he wished he could finally do something he wanted. You didn't mind if you got the chance to dine at the restaurant or took your date home, what you only cared for was Michael's presence with you. But to him, it seemed like today too is going wrong and he has no clue how to fix it.

And you truly hated to see Michael angry or sad, he doesn't deserve to feel any of that. He's a sweetheart, he never put you down, so you have to keep him up.

"Have I told ya about the one time I almost died?" you ask him, and he clearly shifts demeanor to your question, you hide a smile waiting for his answer. Your ways might be effective after all.

He shook his head with knitted brows, you nodded and hummed. "Well, that day, I was picking up coffee from the shop I'm a regular for," you start, and you notice him directing all his being to you, "that day, me favorite waiter wasn't there to get me order, and another one got it," you leant onto the glass, after getting closer to him so the umbrella would cover the two of you better.

"But, when me order arrived, it was a wrong one, and I was really mad, I told the waiter to change it, but he couldn't, they can't give the drink to someone else and they're not allowed to throw it away," you got closer, and Michael was so integrated into the story.

"So I had to accept it, but I was still so angry at that, I wasn't seeing things clearly, and I was crossing the street and a car almost hit me!" you tell animatily, Michael was shocked.

"Ya didn't hurt yerself pet, did ya?" he was worried and you loved his face when he was.

You huffed a chuckle and shook your head, "I didn't hurt meself, and didn't spill me coffee either, and when I arrived to the bookshop and took a sip of it, I discovered that it was so much better than me regular order," you shrugged, Michael smiled but he wanted to know more, "and now it's me new regular."

Suddenly, the lights came back, as the night had already fallen. Michael's face lit up a little and you grinned to that. You walk into the place and the receptionist leads you to your table with plenty of apologies. Michael helps you into your seat and settles down his, released a breath he wasn't aware he was holding.

You reach out for his hand across the table, pulling him out of the cloud forming over his head. "It's okay, Mikey... We're inside now," you offer him a smile, he smiles back, you rub his knuckles with your thumb.

A waitress approaches your table with a note in hand, Michael took a deep breath and looked up at her. She asks for your dinner of choice. You look at Michael, informing him that you want him to order for the two of you, that you want what he wants.

"Two Seared Scallops with Pomegranate and Meyer Lemon," Michael answered after taking a glance at the menu then you. You nodded with a smile.

The waitress nods and takes her way back to the kitchen. Michael smiles at you, but his face drains of all blood when he sees the waitress approaching your table with an apologetic smile. "We truly apologize, sir and ma'am, but we're out of scallops and they won't be arriving today. Ye're gonna have ta change yer order," she tries to break the news as gentle as possible.

Michael is frustrated, his thick brows are firmly knitted over his gentle eyes, you caught them lose their shine, and you had to do something about it.

"It's fine, we can have steak, mashed potatoes, and wine, right Michael?" you had to give him a choice too. He looks up at you, you tilt your head to the side with a soft smile. He nods.

"Alright, two steaks... How d'ya like yer steak, ma'am?" the waitress asks. "Medium well," she nods to your answer and turns to look at Michael.

"And how d'ya like yer steak, sir?" you sneak your hand and place it on his, sending a supportive smile his way. He respires, "same as hers." he answers.

The waitress nods and walks back to the kitchen once again. You turn to face Michael, "I wouldn't mind if we never ate here, I just enjoy sitting with ya, Mikey," you hold his hand, he almost sobs, you reach out for his other hand, now fondling both of them. "It's you Michael, I ain't here fer the fancy dinner or the expensive wine, I'm here fer ya Mikey baby."

He finally smiles. "Thank you, pet," he whispers. You shake your head, "t's notin', Mikey."

Another waiter arrives with a tray of wine and globular glasses. The waiter pours your glass first and turns to pour Michael's—when he accidentally smacks your glass and he spills it onto your dress.

You hiss at the sudden cold wetness, trying your best not to curse or cry—because you too feel the world isn't working its best way with you today.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to stop the tears from forming.

The waiter keeps apologizing, and you already know how Michael's reaction might be without even opening your eyes and looking at him.

But you can't let this day go bad, you still have a chance to fix it, you can make it 100% better with your reaction, you can stop the chain of bad occurrences.

You open your eyes and look up at the waiter, "it's alright I... I just need a towel..." he rushes back to the kitchen. You grabbed a napkin off the table and tried to absorb the wine spilled on your dress.

"Tha' fuckin' idiot..." Michael curses.

You chuckle, "it's okay, Mikey, me dress is red, it won't change notin', I'll be fine."

Once you made sure most of the dampness was gone, you readjusted yourself in front of Michael, wearing a beaming smile on your pretty face.

His eyes fondly meet yours and you're flustered, looking down at the silverware displayed on the table.

"How are ya like tha'?" Michael asked, resting his cheek in his palm. You looked up at him, and he's got the sweetest smile you've ever seen him doing. His eyes beautifully sparkled to the golden lights of the candles.

"Like what?" you answer with a question. He gestures at you with his chin.

"How're ya such a beam of light?" you turn red at his question, "how are ya, after all tha', still smilin' and tryin' ta make it work?"

"Well," you swallowed with a smile, "bad things won't stop happenin' t'ya, Mikey love, that's somethin' ya should keep in mind, but they can't stop ya from looking at the bright side of it all." Michael furrowed in participation.

"Y'know? I'll never get a chance ta make that day perfect more than it is now," you simply say, "and if I would get a chance ta fix anythin', I wouldn't, because it's already going perfect f'me."

The two of you spend the rest of the evening on nibbling and chattering. Your dress was now cold and sticking to your thighs but you didn't mind, the food turned stale and cold but you didn't care; as long as it was Michael with you, you didn't mind anything else in the world.

Michael pays for the dinner and accompanies you to the exit. The two of you look outside, the rain is heavily pouring over the city, and it's loud enough you could hear it from behind the glass door.

You turn to look at him, he smiles and nods, pushing the door and escorting you with an arm wrapping you to his side.

You step into the street under the rain and you're immediately showered. You snicker, holding Michael's hand and looking at him, your eyes asking him to join you. Michael giggles as he follows you, now holding the two of your hands softly as the skies decanted its whole heart on the two of you.

"Y'know ya can't wait for the rain ta stop. It's always raining in Dublin anyway, Mikey." you whisper, he smiles and cradles your cheeks and he pulls you into a kiss, warming your hearts under the cold downpour.

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Written on Polaroids

Pairing: Husband! Chris Evans x Plus size! Latina! Reader

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Word count: 1,380

Summary: Request with a filthy smut 😍 (no for real i need to now go say the rosary and pray)

Warnings: Unprotected sex, spit play, dirty talk, breeding kink, n idk what else 🤞

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Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

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(Chris' P.O.V)

I greeted the likes of Downey and Mackie as I got onto set, the loud shouts of production filling my ears

Heading into my trailer, pictures of me and my lovely wife were littered everywhere, pictures from our wedding day or when she brought me home to (Insert country)

I was blessed with such an amazing woman, don’t even get me started on her body.

Sitting by my desk, I took off my backpack, reaching in for my script notebook

“Ah shit” Instead of my usual green book, I was instead holding a fluffy pink book in my hands, how the hell did I make that mistake.

“Musta taken Y/n's by mistake” Throwing it onto the desk, something fell by my feet, my eyes instantly widening when I picked it up.

“That minx” Twirling the polaroid in my hand, a picture of us immediately after sex stared back at me, both our bodies covered but our faces still in that post-sex haze.

The back of the photo was dated “14/2/22 Valentines day with Chris <3”

Let’s just say my curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to have a snoop through her book, she wouldn’t mind right?

Ignoring the warnings on the front page, partly because they were in Spanish that was wayyy still too advanced for me. The first few pages were just her detailing what went on during the day, chuckles leaving me every time she complained about how i’d leave a dirty plate out.

Then came the pages where the dates showed I was away filming, these pages broke my heart. Details of her day without me, consisted of caring for Dodger, going to work and as she said “moping around”

“Woahohoho” Turning to the next few pages, my eyes jumped to random words such as ‘dick’ on the page sticking out. The dates saying the times I had come home after weeks away, multiple pictures of us post sex all over the double page spread.

“So this is what she does with the pictures she takes” I said out to myself, remembering the times she’d jump out of bed and ask to take a photo of us, more often than not, ending up with me asking for a separate copy to bring with me in my wallet.

Starting to read the first paragraph

“Within seconds of him getting through the front door, his eyes instantly bore into mine, a primal growl leaving him as he picked me up and dragged me upstairs to our bedroom.

His paws clawing away at my clothes, his face smothered into the crook of my neck placing kisses everywhere, leaving me breathless.

With both of us now naked, he placed a wet open mouthed kiss on my lips, all teeth and spit.

Dragging himself down my body to face my wet centre, he dragged a finger down my folds, instantly making me shudder.

He made a comment about wanting to be smothered between my thighs, always wanting to be between my legs, because that’s where he belonged…”

Deciding not to read further, I felt my cock start to ache in my pants, the thought of her filling my mind.

Stuffing her book back into my backpack, I rushed out of my trailer, shouting excuses of major migraines before bolting for my car.

All through the ride home all I could think about were her fleshy tits and kissing them as I pummelled my cock into her pussy.

Parking into the driveway, I rushed inside the house throwing the bag to the side, not announcing my arrival yet.

The sound of her playlist filled the house along with the smell of her famous Empanadas. Smiling to myself at the thought of it all, I sauntered into the kitchen, any pure thoughts I had flying out the window.

There she was, the love of my life, standing in nothing but an oversized shirt, swaying her hips to the music, is she seriously trying to kill me?

Turning around shocked her eyes widened before she greeted me, “Hola Papi? I thought you wouldn’t be home until late”

Dropping her makeshift microphone, her voice like music to my ears.

She walked over, her hands going around my waist as she looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, my home.

“You are in trouble” I whispered, crooking my neck down to meet her lips in a passionate kiss, my hands holding onto her love handles.

“Eh? what’d I do my love?”

“This” I said grabbing her book out of my bag, in seconds she had snatched the book back and clutched it to her chest.

“It’s too late baby, I’ve already seen it” I pushed further, setting the book down away from the both of us, intertwining our hands as I lead her up the stairs.

“Now get on the bed, naked”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Following his orders, I felt myself getting wetter as time went on, watching as he undid his belt and it all fell to the floor.

Reaching over to stroke him, he caught my hand, “Tonight, i’m taking care of you”

Laying back down he crawled over me, beckoning for me to open my mouth before spitting into it, then bringing me in for a sloppy kiss.

“You are so gorgeous” He beamed looking down at me, his hand caressing my cheeks before his attention went to my chest.

“God should I just knock you up? Make 'em even fuller? Make you a momma?” He whispered, groping one of my breasts in his hands.

A whimper leaving my mouth both from his words and touch.

“Please” I breathed out

“I haven’t even started yet and you’re already begging baby” He laughed, crawling further down, leaving kisses on my tits which were now glimmering in his saliva.

“I love this pussy of yours, fits me so well” He whispered out, placing a kiss right onto my clit making my legs shiver.

“Don’t even get me started on this thighs of yours, fuck I could just love on them forever” Hickies now littering my thighs as he teased closer and closer to my now aching pussy.

“F-fuck Chris” I moaned out, his tongue licking a stripe up my pussy, not letting down and just continuing to ravish it.

Wet filthy sounds filled the room along with our groans, and the occasional spank to my ass.

“Baby, i’m gonna cum” Holding onto his head, I started to grind against his face, groaning when he pulled away.

“You’re only cumming on my cock sweetheart, we both know that”

“Well fucking put it in then, coño”

“Patience or you get nothing” Running the tip up and down my slit, my hips bucked, a deep chuckle radiating through him.

“F-fuck sweets, I can feel your walls tightening around me, fits like a glove” He groaned out as he sank into me, his hands caressing my sides lovingly as he bent down to hover over me again.

Kisses placed all over my neck as he started to drive his cock into me, tears starting to brim as he shushed me gently, his forehead against mine while he placed kisses on my lips every now and again.

“J-just relax baby” He whispered out, one of his hands toying with my nipple before reaching down to circle my bundle of nerves, causing my legs to close in around his waist.

“Gonna fuck you so hard bub, make your pussy all puffy and swollen yeah?” He moaned out, bitting down on my shoulder as his thrusts became more frantic.

“Yeah baby, knock me up, wan’ have your baby Chrissy” Pulling his face up to meet mine, I swallowed his moans as our lips and tongues met in desperation for each otherwise touch.

“I’m cumming hun” I moaned out louder, his thumb now rapidly playing with my clit sending me into overdrive, “go on sweet girl, let it all out for me”

That was all that was needed to send me over the edge, his cum filling me up as we just lay there embracing each other, sensual kisses being placed everywhere.

“Hold on where are you going” I asked watching him get up and slowly moan as he pulled out, heading towards my bedside drawer.

“Polaroid”

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yeah idk I tried my best 🫡 Hope yall like it

#chris evans #chris evans oneshot #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #romance

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ironmandeficiency · 1 year

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free food

pairing: pippin / hobbit!reader

word count: 1058

summary: pippin’s idea for free food on valentine's day has far better results than he and merry could have predicted

a/n: this is my february piece for the year of themed creation (@yearofcreation2023), but i lost it before i could actually post it on valentine’s day 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i've clawed my way out of my depressive slumps to post what i'm behind on, so here we are

there were only so many dates pippin could third wheel on before he lost his mind

merry was courting estella bolger and they were so sickeningly cute together that poor pip felt like he was going to lose second breakfast just watching them

his dear friend was saying something about estella; to be honest, pip zoned out for a hot minute because at this rate, he would know estella better than he knew himself if he listened to everything merry had to say about her

pippin would much rather focus on more important things, like ways to steal more crops from farmer maggot or new drinking medleys

his wandering mind was brought back to the present conversation with the phrase “free food” (which he was technically somewhat focused on already)

“where is the food and how can i get it for free?!”

“see pip, it’s not that simple-“

“just tell me what i need to do!”

“you need a date!”

oh. well, it could be worse. pippin doesn’t think he knows a single hobbit that would turn down a free meal

with that being said, there was not a doubt in his mind who he would want to accompany him on this free food expedition: you

if he wanted the act to be convincing, you were the most obvious choice. you knew how to act; case in point, when you would smuggle him & merry while they were running from farmer maggot after burgling his crops, or pretend to not notice when pies suddenly vanish from your windowsill only to be offered right back to you moments later by your favorite took

with his mind set on asking you to be his fake date, he prods for more details. let it never be said that peregrine took does anything halfway. “okay, a date. then what?”

was it pippin’s imagination, or did merry look as if he was scheming?

“you’ve got to profess your love to ‘em, make a big spectacle of it! the sappier, the better.”

oh. apparently, it is worse like he originally thought

his cousin merely laughed at the way his face blanched at the idea of waxing poetic about his lifelong crush, skipping away from a bewildered pippin with a smug smile

“oi! merry! where d’ye think you’re-”

“so,” pippin could feel his heart skip a beat when your voice reached his ears. “what’s this i hear about free food?”

well, bollocks. guess it’s time to reveal the potential plan and hope he doesn’t get socked

“well ya see, it’s but a simple plan. we go from tavern to tavern, making a spectacle of ourselves while professing our love for each other. the barkeeps, so moved by our displays of love, cover the bills. free food, you see?”

“will we take turns doing the confessing?”

“of course. ‘tis only fair, after all. we’ve got to share the workload.”

“may i pick the first venue?”

“of course, dearie-” pippin paused, immediately rewinding the conversation and wondering when he asked you to join him.

wait a moment, he didn’t ask you! but you accepted anyway!

you loved to watch pippin’s mind slowly come to the realization that you accepted his unsent invitation. the scrunching of his eyebrows, one hand reaching for his chin while the other perches on his hip

“then it’s set! we’ll meet at mine for afternoon tea then head out. make sure to dress nicely, i won’t accept proclamations of love and adoration from any average hoodlum!” with a rush of bravery you peck his cheek, tossing him a wink over your shoulder as you stroll away

a rhythmic knock sounded on the violet door of your smial precisely five minutes before afternoon tea

“come on in, pip!”

“i’m not pippin, but i shall come in nevertheless.” you recognize merry’s voice on the other side and laugh. leave it to the tooks (by name, blood, or both) to be so forward

merry enters your home and looks rather serious, which is a funny look on the typically carefree brandybuck

“what seems to be troubling you, merry?”

he took a deep breath, hands gravitating behind his back and a look of concern coating his features. “about your date with pippin tonight… please don’t lead him on with fallacies. there’s only so much his heart can take and i fear that if you act too convincing for the sake of the scheme, it would shatter him come tomorrow morn.”

the concern was touching, and it made your heart swell with the knowledge that your dear pippin has such a stalwart friend at his side

but this also leads you to question, not for the first or last time, the blindness of those with took blood

“who says i would spread a single fallacy tonight? my intentions are pure and good, my friend. i plan on speaking my heart and seeing where it leads.” there was no conceivable way that neither cousin knew of your feelings for pippin… was there?

“and anyway, it’s about time i submit myself to the fate of marrying into the took line. they are a rather rowdy bunch, but genuine in all they do.” you flurry around your kitchen, setting out three placemats on your dining table to accommodate for the unexpected guest “i could become a sackville-baggins, but i fear that adopting that name would result in none of you talking to me ever again.”

a loud clattering followed by a wet SPLAT! jolted you both. you turn to find a flabbergasted pippin in your entryway, a smile on his face and eyes wet with unshed tears. there was a mostly-cooked loaf of lemon & poppy seed cake on your floor, the porcelain it was cooked in still mercifully whole. he didn’t even look the slightest bit bothered by the pieces of cake that splattered on his toes

“d’ye mean it? would you truly allow me to make a took out of you?”

carefully stepping around the remnants of the cake, you hold his face in your hands as you reply, “i’ve wanted for nothing more, pip.”

without warning you’re hoisted into the air, pippin loudly whooping and laughing as you’re spun around. his smile is contagious as always, your own laughter joining his

merry’s presence is all but forgotten until his voice breaks through your reverie. “watch out for the-” THU-THUD!! “-cake.”

#pippin took x reader #pippin my baby boy #merry and pippin #pippin took #lotr reader insert #lord of the rings imagine #peregrine took #peregrine took x reader #lotr imagine #lotr fanfic #lotr x reader #year of themed creation #year of idiots #year of themed creation 2023 #merry is the best friend a took could have #even tho he's also a took it still counts

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 (mon trésor)

valentine's day masterlist - snow angels

summary - johnny decides to gift you the one thing he keeps stealing.

warning - johnny admits to being a panty-stealer.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Johnny had thought of the perfect thing to gift you for Valentine’s Day. At first, he struggled, wondering what he could get you. Seeing as most have already gifted you some pretty nice things. But then the most fantastic idea had come to his mind, causing him to rush off and get you what he had thought of.

With a large bag, Johnny sets off to your room. Dragging it behind him, a giant grin on his face. “Mrs Claus! I got you a present!” You turn around and notice him pulling the bag. You kneel and give him a soft smile.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Johnny.” He shrugs, smiling up at you as he hands the bag over. Gesturing for you to open it and accept your gift. You gently grab the bag and slowly open it. A shocked gasp escapes you as you look inside. “Johnny!”

He looks up at you with wide eyes. “What? I thought you deserved some new pairs because I kept stealing yours.” He pouts. “Do you not like them?”

You smile, gazing at the many different pairs of underwear. Some were covered in cherries, others in hearts, some in lace and some cotton. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Johnny. But I’m guessing you’ll be stealing these as well?” You look at him with a raised brow, a small smirk on your face.

“Pfft… Yes…” Johnny smiles, rocking back and forth on the heel of his feet. “But, you have to think of it as a compliment! Because… I like you and your scent… Do you know how often the boss has caught me trying to sneak out with your underwear?” He stares wide-eyed, admiring the cute little smile on your face. “Many, many times. I swear he’s thinking of kicking me to the point I’d fly across the North Pole.”

“And, you’ve never thought about maybe stopping? Just so you don’t get kicked across the North Pole?” He shakes his head, “Of course not. Well, thank you for the present. I look forward to wearing them just for you to steal them off me.” Your hand rests against him, stroking his face with your thumb. His cheeks turn an adorable pink colour, nuzzling his face closer to you.

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elliot-jpg · 2 months

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Tuggoffelees oneshot for Valentines day

This is my first fic finished and posted, and I hope you guys like it <# the ending is a bit rushed though

words: 2,696

hurt/comfort kinda, slow burn, slight angst, m|m, fluff at the end

Misto's POV:

It was a few days after the Jellicle Ball. I was curled on the trunk next to Victoria, both doing our respective things. The night was a chilly one, much colder than the day, yet not uncomfortable. She had been talking bout her and Plato for a while now and it got me thinking. As my sister talked, my gaze began to wander, eventually landing on one cat in particular. The Rum Tum Tugger. A curious cat he was, surrounded by many of the queens. He flashed his teeth in a cocky grin, his bright orange eyes shifting towards me and I turn my head to Victoria in attempt to seem as disinterested as I pretended to be. "-offelees-" "-stoffelees" "Mistoffelees!" Victoria yelled. Only then I realized I had been zoning out. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, "You were staring off into space again." I shook my head and put on a smile. "Yeah, 'm fine Vic, just thinking." My reassurance only brought more concern to Victoria as I rarely ever lied to her, but I wasn't lying right? With my attention on Victoria I failed to noticed a figure approaching from behind me. Victoria on the other hand greeted them with a smile. "Morning Munkustrap!" She said with her usual cheerful expression. Admittedly I was caught off guard though I quickly regained composure. "Mistoffelees, can I have a word with you? Alone?" "Okay, that was a worrying way to start" I thought to myself before hopping off of the trunk. Munkustrap led me around to a pile of tires off to the side.

3rd person:

Munkustrap turned to look at Mistoffelees, his expression showed no negative signs though his demeanor expressed his concerns well enough. Mistoffelees stood in confusion and slight concern as to what was going on but those feelings soon left when Munkustrap began to speak. "I've seen the way you look at my brother, Misto." "'m pretty sure everyone sees how I look at him." Misto retorts, interrupting him mid sentence. "-But him!" Munk stood there and he considered the fact but he knew his brother better than anyone, "He knows, Misto. But he wont make the first move. Not with you at least." Misto's confusion only grew along side his anxiety. "Let me rephrase it. He won't blatantly flirt with you…" "Why me? He has no problem flirting with anyone else?" Munkustrap rubs his temple at this and sighs, "You're both oblivious to one another. My brother, lets say, may have a low attention span but you've got his attention throughout most of the day!" Misto perks up at this revelation, his previous nerves peaking for a new found reason. He had hoped Tugger liked him back, but this? It being true just made the situation feel so unreal. And if this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

Munkustrap's words made their home in Mistoffelees' mind. He couldn't help but feel some pride for gaining the attention of someone like Tugger. Misto knew Tugger though. Or at least he thinks he knows Tugger. With now knowing of Tugger's feelings, doubt also makes it's way in. And like a sick tango, it dances in his mind with Munk's words. Despite all those thoughts, hope was there and Misto knew that if he was serious about Tugger he would have to show that it was mutual. So Mistoffelees showed off his magic a bit more often. What harm could that do, really? It was just enough to catch Tuggers attention. And it worked. Kinda. With Tuggers attention, came the others attention in a way. Sure, Misto wasn't the shiest cat around. Hell, he loved being the center of attention. This was different though. He wanted to be the center of Tugger's attention. He could care less if he gain the attention of the other toms or queens. Misto would practice his magic in more open and populated areas, just in view of Tugger, Just for Tugger (and whoever was stuck to his side at the moment).

Tugger's pov:

Misto was acting weird today. He was still his eccentric self, but it seemed directed towards me for some reason. I mean, of course, it's me. But it was me. He normally would never act like this. Showin off and all. I couldn't complain though, his magic was so cool! Told him that once, too! Mistoffelees thought I was joking and brushed it off (T^T). How could I not find it at least kinda cool? Making smoke and little explosions out of nowhere, or when he made Old Deuteronomy reappear! Mistoffelees was incredible in my eyes… If only I could really get to know him. He was so interesting to watch. But the thing I couldn't get out of my head was how he rubbed against me during my song (based off the 2010 "Cats Now and Forever" in Manila video clip). We've never been that close before. And just for him to insult me right after?!… oh god, was I really into him?? He was just on the opposite side of the Junkyard, I think he was trying a new trick. Every once i a while he would look my way with a smirk on his face. Almost like he was saying "did you see that?" It was amusing. For me at least. Bomba was stuck to my side like glue, she didn't seem as interested in Misto's magic like I was. I was hoping she would get bored enough to go somewhere else.

3rd person:

The night was coming to an end, soon their humans would wake. They knew this. Quickly the junkyard became empty as they fled home for the day. Tugger was normally the last one to leave the junkyard, and today so was Misto. It was just the two of them. The perfect time for moves to be made. "You were incredible today." Tugger exclaimed enthusiastically. Tugger inched his way closer and closer to the tuxedo cat in a way that made it seem like his flirty personality was put on max. In a way that made it seem like he wasn't interested like how Munkustrap depicted it, instead more like a casual hookup. And Mistoffelees all the wiser saw past this. He returned the flirty nature that was shown to him, which he wouldn't do if he wasn't serious. It was done so naturally that it had seemed like Misto was just messing with Tugger from his view. The two had stopped for a few moments just to talk. This was one of the few times they had with it only being them. In Mistoffelees' eyes it was time to tell Tugger how he felt. Even with Misto's confidence and love for attention, it felt like the eyes of a thousand cats were on him (or like 2019 Mistoffelees). Mistoffelees with all his might, reached to grab Tuggers arm, gently keeping Tugger still to look him in his eyes. "Tugger, I want to get something off my chest… Something I wanted to tell you for a while now." Mistoffelees' words were uncharacteristically shaky. Tugger felt a wave of shock go through his body as Mistoffelees grabbed his arm. His ears flattened, he didn't know how to take his words. It sounded like a confession, but whether it was good or bad, he didn't know. Tugger looked to Misto, giving him all his attention, "Is everything alright?" He asked genuinely concerned.

Misto's pov:

With a deep breath, I attempted to let it all out. "Tugger. I like you." There I said it. Tugger was quite… oh, god… was Munk wrong, was I wrong?? He stepped back away from me and smirked. Fuck, his cheeky-ass smirk. Did he think I was joking? "I mean, 'course you do. It's me after all! Love the enthusiasm though~" I looked bewildered at his reaction. I guess I should've seen this kind of reaction coming, especially from him. After his, interesting choice of words, he just walked away!.. My arms dropped to my sides. What the fuck was that?! I gave up my pride just for it to give him a little ego boost! The only options I had were to stay here in the Junkyard or go home, either way I would be sulking. I want with the latter, cause if I was home at least I would have company. I got there long after Victoria and Alonzo, much to the concern of my human. Through the cat door I crawled. Ears and tail drooping in defeat, to which their human noticed as soon as he saw his cat. All Victoria and Alonzo knew was that Tugger and I were going to have a talk and I could see on their faces that they knew something was up.

Tugger's pov:

Holy shit, Holy Shit, HOLY SHIT!!!! Did he just say what I thought he said??? I was, no, I am through the roof! The most talented magician to ever live likes me??! I didn't know how to react I just walked away. It was like I was about to scream but I couldn't scream all at the same time. For the first time ever I rushed home. How was I meant to react, should I jump to the opportunity of being with him, or should I act cool about it. I managed to catch up to Munkustrap before he left me behind, I couldn't wait to tell him what had happened. In fact I could barely manage to keep my excitement to myself.

3rd person:

Tugger caught up to Munk just in time to see an upset expression Munkustrap in fact saw what went down and was initially very happy for his brother, but he was there. He saw how hurt Mistoffelees was. While Munkustrap knew Tugger meant no harm, he felt disappointed. "You're an idiot, y'know" he said, to which Tugger was immediately offended "The hell did I do to you?". Munkustrap sighed and continued on to their home. Tugger was persistent with finding why his brother was acting like this all the way home. Constantly Tugger would cut Munk off and pester him on why he was upset, not taking a second to really try to figure out why.

Back with the monochromatic siblings, the siblings were sitting on their humans couch. Alonzo rubbed Misto's shoulder in comfort. "I totally made a fool of myself, though!" Misto whined, earning a shared look between Vic and Al. Their human walked in to the room and sat down next to them. Their human petted the pouting cat, "You okay, Quaxo?" Their owner asked softly, giving the three cats pets. Misto purred at the touch of his human, but Vic and Al could see that he was really hurt. The two shared a look and nodded, it was their duty as his siblings to be there for him and protect him. Tugger would be no exception to this.

It was the next night, Vic and Al were getting ready to leave for the junkyard, Plato outside waiting for the trio (specifically for Victoria though). "Are you sure you want to come tonight?" Alonzo carefully asked Mistoffelees, to which Mistoffelees quickly and quite frankly happily(?) replied "Of course. I'm not going to stay home just because some tom doesn't feel the same way." "Don't wanna let him win?" Vic joked, nudging Mist's shoulder "I'm glad you're not letting him get to you!". The trio crept under the ajar window and out the house. With Misto leaving last, left with his thoughts. He wasn't going just to not let Tugger get to him but also to regain Tugger's attention. The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat, and he doesn't want what's handed to him, so maybe, just maybe, if he acts like he's over it he'll get the attention he wants. On the walk to the Junkyard it was obvious that something was on Mistoffelees' mind. He wasn't talking as much and barely practiced any tricks just for shits and giggles like how he normally would. And this worried the siblings and Plato to no end.

Tugger's pov:

I still don't get why Munk is upset with me, did I say something wrong? Whatever it was I was going to confront him about it 'cuase if I don't it'll be the death of me! Once I get Bomba off my side I'll have a chat with him. Yeah. That's what I'll do if I don't get distracted I mean. Right as I thought this, Dimeter called Bomba over giving me the perfect window. I practically rushed to Munkustrap so I could finally find out what pissed him off. On my way to Munk, Mistoffelees, Victoria, Alonzo, and Plato passed me, and naturally I flashed Mistoffelees one of my irresistible smirks. And what to I get in return? Nothing! He walked right past me! Shaking my head, I kept on to Munkustrap.

" ey Munkustrap, what were ya so mad 'bout last night? Ya were acting really standoff-ish y'know.-" I perched my hand (paw?) on my hip, popping my hip out as I spoke, "So what gives?" He looked at me like it was the dumbest thing I had ever said. "You're a real piece of work, aren't you…" was the first thing out of his mouth. Ever so dramatically I brought my hand to my chest and gasped. "Oh, really. and pray tell why I'm such a piece of work." Munk grabbed my arm and turned me around. "You honestly don't know what you did wrong? Let me give you a hint. A certain someone swallowed their pride and gave you their heart, to which you walked away." And my eyes widened, shit Munkustrap was still in the junkyard…wait is Mistoffelees mad at me? Did I hurt him??How???

My mind was going at a thousand miles an hour as I watch Mistoffelees go about his business. Occasionally his eyes would flash my way and a shock wave of nerves passed up and down my spine like never before. It wasn't like he was ignoring me, just not giving me attention.

A small siblings pov (Vic, Al, Munk):

Victoria and Alonzo approached Munkustrap leaving Misto alone to Tugger's eyes for the time being. The three had all come to the conclusion Tugger and Misto needed to resolve this themselves, so in the meantime they would watch from the sidelines.

"How long do you think this'll go on for?" while all of them were thinking it, only Al said it. "Till Tugger can use his brain that I just hope he has." Munk laughed off but he couldn't deny he wasn't worried about Misto and Tugger's relationship. Victoria sighed as she was watching the trainwreck about to happen, aka Tugger walking up to Misto to fix things hopefully.

3rd person pov:

Mistoffelees had planned to act over Tugger but his efforts were futile due to his eyes wandering. Like a seemingly never ending cycle Mistoffelees would fight himself to remain strong and focus on himself, not the cat coming his way. 'Wait what?' Misto thought as he saw Tugger walking to him. 'This couldn't really be happening again.' And with his ears pushed unusually back in regret, in a less flamboyant way Tugger stopped in front of Mistoffelees. "Mistoffelees?" Tugger cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "I realized I never gave ya a answer yesterday…" Misto smiled coyly, "Yeah… I'm sorry I just threw that on you out of nowhere-" mistoffelees was promptly cut off by Tugger placing his hands on Miisto's shoulders, "Please don't apologize. I like you too..! I was just too in my head." Tugger let his hand rest on Misto in a wordless way of comfort. And it was much needed. And with shacky hands and a heart beating faster by the second, Misto wrapped his arms around Tugger in a way that made it obvious he never wanted to let go.

From afar, The siblings watched with smiles, content in knowing the duo weren't on bad terms. That everything was cleared. It was a relief to the lot of them, and now they could sleep easy.

#cats the musical #rum tum tugger #cats 1998 #mr mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #mistoffelees

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2000sgossip · 2 months

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you smell that ?love is in the air ! cupid is shooting his arrows into anyone around and people are heart eyes towards their crushes, praying for that text message to come through that they’d love to have you as their valentines. restaurants are booked to the masses, stocking up on their staff and appetizers while bakeries are preparing for the heart shaped cakes and strawberries dipped in chocolate; hotels rushing to get themselves prepared for the reservations that’ll be coming in.

however, there’s one hater out there — and it’s me, emily. valentines day continues to be the stupidest and worst holiday ever created; if you need a single day to vow your love to your significant other or a day to feel relevant in your relationship, then babe, i feel sorry for you. but apparently, here at 2000sgossip, we’re supposed to support this godforsaken holiday.

to make ourselves feel better on your behalf, we have decided to throw a fun little auction — organized blind dates by yours truly ! simply throw in your name and we’ll make sure to mark you down for a fun blind date with one of the many approachable singles within your area, and only with the small price of a cash donation upon entering. however, there’s a catch. you must go on your dates for the donations to be acceptable, there is no dipping out simply because you don’t like your dates and do you really want to disappoint us ? you’ve all seen what myself and aria could be like.

so make sure to send us your names and you will be given a confirmation as well as a link to provide us with your donation. c’mon, don’t you want to thank myself and aria for finding your one true love ?

ooc information:

this is an interactive plotdrop that focuses on interactions through characters that may have never had the chance to interact, or to even explore more dynamics of chaos or fluff.

this is not a mandatory plotdrop, your muses do not have to participate or you can pick and choose which of your muses will be participating, although it’s highly encouraged for individuals to participate.

steps are easy, just send the names of the characters you want involved to the gossip blog and we will make a list of those who will want to be involved. please make sure to send in the names by tuesday, february 13th, as the pairings will be posted on valentines day (february 14th)

names will be put into a generator to make sure that everyone is randomized, there will be no hand picking by either of the admins and the dates will be completely random. if there is an uneven number within the groups, some dates may have 3 individuals involved instead of 2.

of course, this does not mean that your characters have to get along or hit it off, we encourage ic drama so take this plotdrop and definitely have fun with it !

“donations” will be $100 for entry, which will automatically be assumed when you send in the characters names, and this will be used for a future event or even a future plotdrop that will technically be thanked by those participating.

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dyinglikenarcissus · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day

Steve Rogers x black female reader

Warnings: Mature content! 18+ only! Contains: masturbation, vibrators, vaginal sex, oral sex (on a male), unprotected sex, cream pie, squirting, mirror sex, set in a love hotel, no real kinks in this one. Just general Valentine’s Day fluff and smut. If that’s upsetting for you, feel free to skip this one ☺️

So this was inspired by this post. I thought it was such a freaking adorable concept so I had to write it for my comfort couple. Thanks for the inspo @angelltheninth!

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You stand looking out over the city after watering your miniature jungle. Steve went a little overboard with this project. You smile to yourself before looking back at the plants in question.

Oh well. It kept him happy.

Then your mind wonders back to the reason he started this whole balcony orchard.

They were supposed to be leaving him alone. He was supposed to be retired. But he can never say no…

You let out a soft sigh lean heavily over the railing. Normally you wouldn’t care. But tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.

And in all of the years you’ve been together, you wouldn’t have cared. You’d never spent a Valentine’s Day together before anyway. He was always out, busy saving the world, protecting your freedom and all that good stuff.

But this year he promised he’d be home. Swore he’d be home. He made you make plans. He wanted to be surprised.

So you made plans and you were going to make the most of it. You decided to be silly and book a night a little boutique love hotel downtown. You preordered flowers and champagne for the room. You booked reservations at the jazz club you spent your first date at. You got waxed. You got plucked. You even got your nails done just to immediately stain them with coffee grounds but it was the thought that counts. It was going to be perfect.

Except you didn’t have a boyfriend to spend the evening with.

He got called away two days ago and he promised to be back in time. You never put too much on those promises. This was earth’s mightiest hero after all.

Didn’t mean you couldn’t still enjoy your plans. So you packed an overnight bag with a variety of vibrators, downloaded your favorite smutty comics and stories and the good tentacle stuff, and picked out a strappy white dress that you were saving for this evening to layer over some brand new lingerie. You were going to make the most of your Valentine’s Day, Steve or no Steve!

You still packed a duffle for him, just in case.

He may come home in time. You hope. You pray. You click your heels together three times before chanting “I want my boyfriend,” over and over until it was time to leave for your dinner reservation.

You let out a soft huff glancing at the clock on the microwave. “Fine! I’m going! I’m going to enjoy my day all by myself!” You grumble to the universe, pulling both duffle bags over your shoulders and stumbling down to your car in your bright red heels.

You make it to the restaurant just in time for your reservation and inform the hostess that it will just be for one. You watch all the couples dancing on the ground floor below, having a wonderful time together. This was a mistake. You could’ve stayed home and made yourself dinner and saved some money. You could be watching a feel good romcom on your couch in one of Steve’s sweaters and your fuzzy socks. Panic starts to rush over you just as the waitress drops off a fruity cocktail. What if he comes home and wonders where you are? These plans were meant to be a surprise! He has no idea what your plans are. He’ll be so worried!

You have to go back home!

Wait. Calm down. He tracks where you are on his phone. He can easily call you if he finds your apartment empty. Besides, he’d call if he was on his way home. He normally calls. You’re allowed to enjoy yourself without him. He’d want you to enjoy yourself.

But you aren’t enjoying yourself.

You ponder just canceling the hotel reservation while you eat your lobster. You’d be charged a late cancelation fee though…

You wouldn’t be able to get your money back for the flowers and champagne. And you still kind of wanted to check this place out! It was so popular and it was hard to get a Valentine’s night reservation. You let out a soft sigh while pushing your broccolini around the plate.

“How is everything?” Your waiter asks stepping up to the table.

“Oh, it delicious!” You force a smile up at him.

He glances at your plate and your vegetables that have been shaped to form a star then back at you. “Are you sure?”

You let out a sigh dropping the false bravado. “It really is amazing. I just have a lot on my mind,” you admit.

“Date cancel on you?” He asks, squatting at the side of the table to be able to hear you better over the music.

“Oh no,” you laugh. “He would never. He got called away for work last minute so I’m trying to make the most of it.”

“That’s good! It’s refreshing to see someone so independent. I hope he’s still paying.” You laugh at his comment and nod. “How are you feeling about dessert? It’s going on your man’s card,” he goads making you smile.

“Sure,” you agree attempting to remember the menu.

“Chef’s special for you. Do you like chocolate?”

“I love chocolate!”

“Alright. Hang tight.” You smile to yourself, feeling a little more confident in your solo night out, and finish your veggies. He returns to take your dinner plate and replaces it with a ball of chocolate covered in gold dust. You quickly snap photos of it before digging in. A chocolate shell with hazelnut ice cream and chocolate torte. You’re dying. You’re physically dead. This waiter earned his tip and then some. You hum happily as you lick the ice cream off of your spoon.

Steve and his sweet tooth are missing this.

Eventually you step into your suite for the night, dropping both duffle bags at your feet before taking a look at the room. It’s super clean. You even swipe a finger over the top of the tv and not a spec of dust. Impressive.

And it’s cute. It’s this American themed room that you thought you were being cheeky and cute by picking out. It’s a little over the top with the white and red striped wall paper and navy blue duvet covered in white stars but it’s super cute.

First step, out of this make up! Then that jacuzzi was calling your name. You take a quick shower to get off the dirt of the day before laying out your own bath mat and filling up the tub with powdered coconut milk and dried flowers. You don’t care how well they clean. You don’t trust it. You slip off your robe, tie up your hair, and grab your favorite vibe and your phone ready to enjoy your night.

You start off with your favorite cg comic about the sentient alien dildo who’s goal was to impregnate a sorority house to warm up. You should know better by now. You don’t need anything but this. You dread the day when you get bored of it. And this vibrator is so perfect. It’s just a simple clit stimulator but it’s so good! Steve got it for you after he caught you getting yourself off while he was out. It’s all you need. Steve can get to that deep spot inside you but he’s the only one you want there. It’s sacred. Stamped with a “SGR”. You explained that to him and he thought it was cute and he ask what he can do to help. The question just made you flustered before he fucked the embarrassment away. A week later, you found this little red rose shaped vibrator on your night stand waiting for you.

It’s been your regular companion ever since.

You let out a soft whine as you get closer to cumming. Your hips rock gently trying to get yourself there. You teeth graze your bottom lips as your insides pulse. The pulses get closer and tighter and higher and you’re so close you can almost taste your release…

Then there’s a knock at the door.

“Whaaa?” You whimper as you completely lose your focus and the knot inside you starts to loosen in an unsatisfying cramp. You eyes close in frustration. Wasn’t the whole point of this hotel privacy?

“Yes?” You call, dropping your phone on the tub’s rim before rubbing your hand over your eyes.

“House keeping,” a deep voice calls into the room.

“House keeping?” You mutter and pull yourself out of the jacuzzi. You wrap a towel around your waist and walk up to the door. You can’t reach the peep hole and you roll your eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation.

So you crack the door open with the chain lock still on and you almost scream.

You slam the door closed to take off the chain before leaping in a set of strong waiting arms

“Stevie!” You cry into his neck. “You made it! You’re here!”

“I told you I wouldn’t miss Valentine’s Day,” he laughs, holding you so tight. So perfect. Your towel fell away from the jump causing Steve to step into the room and lock the door behind him. You squeeze him tighter. He’s here. He’s really here. “Sorry I missed dinner,” he mutters into your neck but you shake your head smiling.

“Are you hungry? They have room service,” you ask pulling away to finally look into soft blue eyes. He looks like he’s been crawling through the mud but he’s here.

“We grabbed something on the way out of Morocco.”

“Morocco?” You ask watching his lips.

“I’ll tell you about it later. Right now, I want to spend time with my princess.” He presses his lips to yours. It’s just a peck. Then another and another and another until you’re making out in his arms. You have to pull away for air first but all you can do is smile breathlessly. “So, you know I hate to eavesdrop,”

“Sure,” you laugh knowing full well he loves overhearing you do things in private.

“I do! Honestly,” he grins. “I heard a bath and some weird vibrating noises,” he trails making you giggle.

“I was just enjoying the jacuzzi,” you smile. “You can, too, but I’m worried you’ll turn the water black.”

“Are you saying I’m dirty?” Steve asks faking a shocked face.

“You’re a very dirty boy,” you insist. “How about a shower first?”

“A shower sounds amazing.”

You slide down his body to the floor to work on his suit. “I brought your clothes and things,” you mutter while pulling his tactical belt open before freeing him from the rest of his clothes.

“Thank you, princess. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He tucks a finger under your chin to direct your face back to his as he leans down for another kiss.

“You’d survive,” you insist as he pulls away.

“Barely.”

You tug him toward the bathroom once he’s naked and aching for you.

The shower springs to life and you start to pull him inside.

“Wait! Baby, your hair,” he laments at your lack of headwear. Your braids were getting old anyway. You weren’t too worried about them.

“It’s fine,” you promise with a laugh. “Come on.”

He’s gorgeous. A work of art. You admire his porcelain skin as you scrub every inch of his body. You watch his muscles start to relax under your touch.

All his muscles but one.

A scrape starts to heal across his pec under your hand while you gaze up at him as he lets out a soft groan, completely oblivious to your admiration. Your fingers walk down his chiseled chest and toned stomach to tangle in the patch of hair there. That’s when his gaze meets yours, eyes dark and full of a familiar lust. You pull at your bottom lip with your teeth before wrapping your hand around his thick length. A soft ‘fuck’ escapes him as you grip him, pumping your hand just how you know he likes it.

“That good, baby?” You ask, pressing kisses to the center of his chest.

He answers in a soft moan making you smile. Your thumb rubs over his tip to feel a bead of precum leak out of him only to be rinsed away by the shower water.

You smile and squat down, reaching eye level with his leaking cock. You don’t let go as you continue to pump him and he braces a strong arm against the wall. Eyes closed and head tossed back against the warm water. Absolutely perfect.

Your plump lips wrap around his tip already filling your mouth with just that. That soft moan turns into groan as his big hand finds the back of your skull. Yeah, he likes this.

Your hands continue to work the rest of his length while your tongue swirls around his tip.

“Fuck, princess,” Steve sighs guiding your head gently. You look up to see the bliss covering his features. You know what he wants. It takes you a moment to build up to it, gathering saliva and relaxing your throat enough that when his tip bumps the back of your mouth it stops bothering you. Your eyes start to water as you take a deep breath though your nose and swallow him. Your nose buries in his pelvis as you take all of him. It’s never easy but you’ll do anything for him. You let him take over as he fucks your face rapidly. His soft moan are enough to have you dripping, clenching around nothing, as he reaches his peek.

You feel him expand slightly around your lips, swelling with his seed, and you prepare to take all of him. He forces your nose deep into his thick curly patch of hair as he cums directly down your throat. You try to swallow, to keep up with his load, but it’s so heavy and he’s so pent up. You press against his thigh and he immediately lets up, letting you pull away to cough as he continues to cum against your chest. You clear your throat and lick at his tip, catching the last spurt of cum on you mouth to properly taste him. That perfect mix of salt and musk that was Steve. You suck his tip clean before dealing with yourself. The water had washed away most of the snot and drool and tears but you still felt it sticking to your face as you wiped the back of your hand over your mouth.

“Eep!” You squeak as Steve lifts you abruptly to his level. His lips cover yours and you practically melt into his kiss. Such pillowy soft kissable lips. Then you let out another squeak of surprise when he doesn’t even put you down to flip you around, pressing you against the shower wall as he spreads your legs wide, tucking your knees over his elbows and entering you in one swift movement. You let out a soft gasp as you attempt to grip the smooth wall. Your cheek and aching tits are smooshed against the tile while he abuses your core. Steve sets a punishing pace but as he quickly finds that spot leaving you crying out for him.

“That good, princess?” He asks. You can hear the smile in his voice but you can’t even bother to respond. All you can produce is soft moans and whimpers.

Such a menace but you love him more than anything.

He rips through one orgasm, ignoring your spasming muscles and leaking core, just to go for a second one. “Please, Steve! Please, please, please!” You cry into the tile as you feel the pressure quickly building again.

“Gonna get you there, princess,” he assures you.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhuh! Huh! Ha!” You scream as your own cum squirts from you against the shower tile.

“One more?” He asks. You swear you’re still squirting when he asks. You can’t even comprehend one more but he’s already fucking you again at that same punishing pace. Tears stream from your eyes as you feel another knot forming. This one is just as tight as the last. You don’t even try to be cute. You can’t control your voice or your mouth as soft scream and cries escape you.

“Oh, God! Oh, Stevie! Pleash,” you slur, pressing back against the tile, your body can’t help but try to reach that high. His grunts fill your ears, drowning out your own voice as he stabs into that squishy spot inside of you. “Oh, God! Ohhh! Oh! Ahhh!” You cry cumming once more just as hard, feeling something empty from inside you only to feel Steve filling you back up just as quickly with his own release. He lets out a loud growl as he paints that spot, claiming it over and over until he empties himself once more.

The two of you are left gasping for air in the most awkward position while water continues to stream over you. It’s the most comfortable silence but you can feel your hips starting to cramp the longer he holds you open. You break the silence with a soft whine as you attempt to press yourself away from the wall. Steve quickly takes over, dropping one of your legs to support your chest and lower you to the floor. He doesn’t let go though. He keeps you close to his chest, holding you tight, covering you now full belly with both of his hands.

“You okay, princess?” Steve asks as feeling all of your weight against him. You just nod and hum contently. “Am I clean enough for you now?”

“Sparkling,” you mutter, cuddling against his chest.

The two of you don’t even dry before you step into the jacuzzi. You take your spot straddling his lap as he takes his deep inside you once more. This round is slower, calmer, more intimate, as you press kisses to his lips and jaw and nip just behind his ear while his fingers play with your nipples and grip your ass possessively. He definitely owns every part of you and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once you’re filled once more and he’s satisfied for a moment, he finally hazards a look around the room.

“Is this an American themed room?” You giggle and nod. “Cheeky little thing,” he laughs. You press a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you. Happy Valentine's Day.”

“Happy Valentine's Day,” he whispers and presses another kiss to your lips. You pour him a glass of champagne and refill your own glass before he finally opens up about his mission. You massage his shoulders and drink enough to make your head fill fuzzy while he talks, inputting your opinion at times but mostly smiling and nodding and pressing kisses to his skin. He just needs to vent and you’re always there to listen.

“Princess, you drank most of that bottle,” Steve finally notes when you go to refill your glass once more.

“You had a couple of glasses,” you giggle.

He only hums in amusement before pressing his lips to yours. “You ready for bed?” You let out a sigh not ready to leave the bubbly hot water but you know he’s probably exhausted. You stumble to your feet with Steve’s help and let him wrap a towel around you.

You get ready for bed and slip on a lacy night gown and follow Steve to bed. “There’s a mirror on the ceiling?” Steve observes with a smile as you crawl into bed.

“So we can see ourselves fuck,” you explain curling into his chest comfortably, the alcohol loosening you inhibitions.

“Is that right?” Steve yawns. He doesn’t even bother being coy as he runs his hand under your night gown to find your ass. “Why did we even bother getting dressed?” You just giggle as he pulls off the bit of silk and lace and drops it at the end of the bed just to pull you into his lap and grind you against his erection through his sweats. You let out a soft whine as you stimulate your clit against the friction of his pants. “Alright, little miss ‘so we can see ourselves fuck’,” Steve laughs as he pulls off his sweats. “Come ‘ere.” You crawl back over him, accepting soft kisses while you card your fingers through his hair. “Turn over.” You quickly obey, facing away from him on all fours. He slowly pulls you back onto his lap, filling you up once again with him. “There you go. Good girl,” he praises making you clench around him. Both his hands cup your breasts as he pulls you back to lay on top of him. “Shit,” Steve sighs watching you in the mirror above you. You see yourself spread out over his giant body, the contrast of skin tones, and the way he fills you so perfectly. The way you fit each other so perfectly. “I like seeing this angle.” You laugh softly before he tweaks your nipples and runs his hands down to your hips. You pull your damp braids to the side and let him press kisses to your neck and whisper soft nothings into your skin. “All mine, aren’t you? You gonna let me claim you one more time?” You nod, letting out a soft whimper as Steve finds your clit and rubs rough circles into it. “Good girl. So good for me.” His legs keep yours stretched wide as he thrusts up into you.

“Mmmmnngh, Stevie,” you moan as he finds that abused spot in you all over again and you struggle to close your legs but Steve is unrelenting.

“Sensitive?” You nod. “Good. You’ll cum harder.” You just whine at his response and reach up to tangle your fingers behind his head, exposing more of your body as he fucks you into submission. Your first orgasm is quick and hard just like he promised, spilling your cum across the bed for Steve to watch in awe. Then he draws out the second one. Going slow, playing with your breast and clit, whispering you praises and nipping at your ear. You feel so pent up. All of it building into a harsh crescendo. You cry out against the feeling as colors and stars flash against your eye lids while you cum and he fills you for the third time this evening. That super soldier serum never ceases to amaze you. You’re both panting as your highs rush over you, the after glow never having a chance to leave you as you keep basking in it.

“We need to put a mirror over our bed at home,” Steve breathes. You just giggle and turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. He unwillingly pulls out and arranges you comfortably on the bed before cleaning you up.

“I think Valentine's Day is my new favorite holiday,” Steve yawns as he crawls back over you in the bed.

“Is that right?” You mutter into the pillow, sore and exhausted but oh so satisfied.

“Let’s start planning for next year. Maybe we can go back to the cabin. Or to a resort or something?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. No clothes, no pressure, just sex.” You laugh at his explanation of the holiday. “Thank you for planning all of this.”

“My pleasure, handsome.” You press once last kiss to his lips before you’re positive you’ll pass out from any further movement. “I love you.”

“I love you. Happy Valentine's Day.” You just hum already half asleep in the love of your life’s arms, comfortable, full, protected.

The perfect Valentine's Day.

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cookies!

❝prompt: “what the hell happened in here?" they looked up from the mess of a kitchen, a shy grin curved on their face as they held up the overfilled icing bag in their hand. "i made cookies!" ❞

PAIRING ❥ sim jaeyun x reader

GENRE ❥ fluff, bf!jaeyun, valentine's day

WARNINGS ❥ mentions of food throughout the entire piece

WORDCOUNT ❥ 1900+

note: I am cross-posting this from a secondary blog I have on another account, @lumiseung. thank you :)

february the fourteenth was never a day of particular interest for you in the years prior. it had been a day for you to buy all the sweet treats coated in pink and red that you could find, sit down in front of your favourite rom-com surrounded by said treats, before eventually dozing off soundly to end your day of self-indulgence.

this year, however, you had someone to indulge your sweet tooth with. your most gorgeous and precious boyfriend sim jaeyun, jake.

you were just about skipping down the street to your apartment building, clutching a pretty bouquet - pink and white flowers arranged skilfully to form a delicate combination that was second only to your boyfriend’s smile - and a neatly packaged box of jake’s favourite doughnuts from the bakery two blocks away. three strawberry and cream, two death by chocolate and a singular glazed, for a total of six doughnuts. his order being committed to memory on your third date, when he had introduced you to his favourite bakery to pick up some bites for a picnic the both of you had planned together.

“this is my favourite spot for anything sweet.” he had divulged excitedly as he practically bounced up and down next to you. “i save this place for special occasions!” you can’t stop the smile from pulling wider at your cheeks. “-and people” he adds a in a softer mumble, averting his beaming gaze for a brief moment with a giggle as he ushers you gently through the entrance.

your breathing was now laboured from rushing to get to your apartment and you are a little too warm to be considered pleasant but your excitement to spend the rest of the day with your boyfriend far outweighed any discomfort you may have been feeling. jostling to pull your building key from your bag without squashing any flowers is an exact task, but you manage to get yourself in the building with relative ease and a relieved sigh. traipsing up the stairs to the second floor, your floor, you greet your neighbour jia as she steps out her apartment.

“hi y/n, happy valentines day! big plans?” she asked freely, eyeing the gifts in your arms with a smile.

“hey jia! just staying in for the rest of the evening with jake.” you answered honestly, heart beating a little harder with excitement.

“oh so nice! well, he’s definitely been busy in there, at one point i thought your downstairs neighbours were going to file a noise complaint but i think they must be away for the weekend if he hasn’t gotten one already.” she says with a chuckle as your eyes widen in surprise.

“jake’s in there? he said he was only coming in twenty minutes?” jia’s face freezes.

“oh- haha. you know what? i’m sure it was just that raccoon downstairs in the bins, you know that super noisy one haha.” she let’s out another stilted laugh. “anyway enjoy the rest of your valentine's day, i’m off, forget i said anything!” she was all of about half way down the stairs at this point, you could only chuckle at her retreating figure.

turning around you slotted your keys into the door, “jake...” you called out into your apartment. your call, however, was lost in the noise, having to compete with what sounded like a construction site coming from the kitchen. kicking your shoes off you made your way through the entrance to the kitchen to investigate. a laugh burst from your lips as you process the sight.

silence falls over the room for a second as jake pauses from his task at hand, back facing you, still unaware of your arrival.

“what the hell happened in here?" you ask bewildered, a hand covering your mouth as you struggle to hold in another laugh.

jake looked up from the mess of a kitchen, a shy grin curved on his face as he held up the overfilled icing bag in his hand. "i made cookies!"

your eyes are watering at this point, from trying to hold in your laughs as well as the touching sentiment of the scene in front of you. jake stands a little awkwardly, weilding the overfilled icing bag in one hand and a baking spatula in the other. icing sugar paints his hoodie and dusts his fluffy hair. his eyes glinting with his ever-present mischief and a boxy smile greets you, as he waits with bated breath for your next words.

your eyes are drawn to said cookies as you look around the rest of the kitchen. still on the baking tray and practically steaming, nine heart-shaped pink and red cookies sit cooling down as they wait to be iced.

“oh my god did you make these?” you ask as you take a closer look, admiration and pride lacing your tone.

“yup, for you.” jake says proudly, putting his icing bag and spatula down before placing his hands square on his hips. “well, i will probably have a few, but i made them just for you. i promise they taste good too! i know this because the first batch crashed and burned pretty hard, so i had some improvements to make.” he starts to rattle off passionately, detailing his past few hours of blood, sweat and tears enthusiastically to you, before stopping abruptly.

“wait- what’s that?” jake asks, his head tilting to the side as he raises his eyebrows at the gifts in your arms, a small grin tugs at his lips. “for me?” he further asks teasingly.

quickly reorganizing the contents in your arms into a presentable state, you extend the flowers and ribboned box of doughnuts to jake before saying earnestly; “to my most precious boyfriend, jaeyun, happy valentine’s day.”

jake looks at you, standing with your arms outstretched and offering gifts while looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to accept them patiently. it makes his heart clench in glee. bypassing the gifts for the moment, jake swiftly brings his arms under yours and wraps them tightly around your body before standing upright. you let out a light squeal as jake straightens out, lifting your feet off the floor and squeezing you with a content groan.

“happy valentine’s day my love.” you feel jake’s voice reverberate next to your ear, you feel your cheeks flush.

“thank you for the amazing cookies! i can’t wait to try one.” you say as jake gently lowers you back down and takes the gifts from your hands. he studies the flowers intently with a warm gaze.

“these are beautiful, thank you. my apartment is going to smell like spring!” he enthuses gratefully. “and this? is this what i think it is?” he turns his attention to the neatly wrapped box before setting down the flowers and tugging the ribbons gently off the box.

“ahh, my favourite!” he just about jumps at the sight. “you even go the proportions right. i think i may drop to one knee right here.” jake says dramatically, clutching a hand over his heart as the other leans on the counter for support.

“don’t tease me!” you giggled, “i was really stressed about whether i got the right ones!” you confess, giving him a light shove.

jake grabs your wrist as shove him, pulling your body quickly to his and trapping your arms in between yourself and his broad chest, before leaning down quickly and placing a peck on your lips.

“i would love them either way!” another peck. “and besides, if all else fails, we have my masterchef cookies. seriously, i can’t wait for you to try them. you will simply be amazed.”

you can’t help but bask in the warmth he is exuding, heat radiating from his body and positivity from his smile. “who knows, maybe i’ll be the one on my knees proposing?” you say with a good-natured laugh. you feel jake’s arms tighten around you for a second as his eyes darken at your words, your breath trips. but it’s gone as soon as it appeared.

jake pushes aside those thoughts. “won’t you help me ice these? then we can quickly tidy and get to watching a movie.” he says, his voice a little gruff.

“yeah, of course.” you manage to voice, just catching up to the present. jake had loosened his arms from around you and moved to place the flowers in a vase.

he brings the flowers to his nose, taking a deep inhale, “they always remind me of you.” he says sweetly. another blush colours your cheeks, “what colour were you going to use for the icing? they are so pretty already-” you quickly divert the conversation, you weren’t sure how many more heart-shaking hits from jake you had left in you before your knees gave out.

an hour later, you and jake finally collapsed on the couch. to be more specific, he collapsed on top of you. an hour had quickly slipped by as the both of you tackled jake's baking bombshell of a mess in the kitchen, you could have probably finished faster if you hadn’t gotten caught up in seeing who could get more icing sugar on the other, but you crossed the finish line nonetheless.

“jake, jake- babe i can’t breath. the light…” you gasped dramatically, drawing a bubbly giggle from him. he scrambles off you and starts pseudo-chest compressions with a serious face and some huffs. “come on, come on. she’s flatlining. i have to initiate cpr.” he tuts, ceasing his movements and fixing you with a somber expression.

hearing this, your eyes shoot open for a moment in surprise, jake almost breaks character. you screw your eyes shut tightly once more, puckering your lips and bracing your arms across your body, “okay, i’m ready,” you whisper aside to him.

the silence stretches on as you blindly await your kiss with eager anticipation. the silences stretches some more, and then some, lips still puckered. “jake,” you whisper shortly into the silence, no answer. unscrewing an eye open hesitantly, you see jake about to burst at the seams, glassy eyes and red ears.

seeing you finally peek through one eye, jake loses it. he collapses next to you in stomach-aching laughter as he feels you unravel next to him, your sweet giggles adding to the chaos. “you’re such an idiot.” you snickered next to him as you laid a comical hit on his chest.

he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, slotting your head just under his chin. “but i love youuuu-” he croons in your ear, laying a few quick pecks on your head.

“i love you too sim jaeyun” you reassure light-heartedly, giving him a tight squeeze and a kiss to his chest. the evening passes by blissfully, indulging in the sweet treats, cheesy tv, and many more shared laughs and loving moments before you fall asleep with a content sigh next to your most precious boyfriend jake.

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