#i will admit that when i opened my ask box and saw a really long message i got scared before i began recognizing positive words lol

[meatsex]

This may be odd to say. But it is clear (to me!!) that you care about the sauce boss a lot in your art and find a lot of comfort in who he is. The way you draw his eyes & hair specifically really calls to your attention to detail that's present in all of your art. It doesn't come across as parasocial in the slightest either - you just genuinely like what he does and play with the idea of the dude and aren't weird about his personal life. Idk maybe I'm not making sense but it's nice to see.

Also, your art really does reflect the same type of feelings as Sachiko Kaneoya's captures, in my opinion. Your use of line work and shadows also speaks to the ukiyo-e prints of the Edo period of Japan, though I'm not sure if that's intentional!! Specifically, the Takiyasha the Witch print is what the shadowing reminds me of.

Lastly, the dedication to your projects and work as a whole is so impressive. I've been here for a while following your art and watching the progress has been so cool. Your colors have become a little more cohesive and pull pieces together - they always have, but the grasp on color theory is clear there. Seeing that you're going to college to pursue what you put so much work into is the dream and I really hope it works out!!

I'm so sorry for how long this is and if it's weird, absolutely don't feel the need to respond especially since you can't shorten the post and I can't get it under a readmore. I also understand that having an anonymous person do a mini-tour and discussion of your art could be uhh possibly odd. If anything, keep being cool and doing what you love!!! It's awesome!!!!

hey, thank you for such a nice indepth message and analysis on my work, i promise it really isnt weird or at the very least any weirder than other messages ive got LOL

thank you for appreciating my art of vincent, i usually mention this but a lot of times i mostly draw inspired by his music rather than him as an internet personality which is why i end up making these edgy pieces but in general he does mean a lot to me in the most normal appreciate way possible both as a musician and as a streamer, i try not to streamline the way i draw him too much so im glad the small details are noticeable

i can confirm i get inspired (and always have been honesly) by kaneoya sachiko's works if it wasnt obvious enough but i am also happy to hear that i can give off a similar vibe, not because i want to give off the exact specific vibes of her artwork but rather some of similar tones and types; as for the other thing that actually isnt on purpose, id have to look into artwork from that period but thats one hell of a compliment tbh

im really happy to hear that you have been around for a while, i cannot know since when but either way it means a lot that someone would take the time to not just point out my improvement but also to just stay around because they like what i do, i personally feel like ive improved especially in colors like you mentioned but its always better and helpful to hear it from someone else too, i hope that with college i can become better at art too

in any case thank you again for taking the time to send such a positive thought-out message, i dont want to repeat in-depth but it really is and it means the world to me that you took the time to send it and i promise its not weird at all

#po/box #i will admit that when i opened my ask box and saw a really long message i got scared before i began recognizing positive words lol #its nice to get something like this for a change along with the other nice messages i keep for myself #long post #<- if you are a hater

[theemporium]

SAW THE OCTOBER PROMPTS AND KNEW I HAD TO SUBMIT ONE IN

could i do 💰 with my fav boyfriend max verstappen who has just slowly creating a list of everything reader has looked at a little too long or talked about for a couple of minutes. It ranges from tiffany jewelry to chanel dresses to la perla lingerie to gucci perfume to louboutin red bottoms, he knows everything that the reader wants and just one day surprises reader with everything

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“What…the…fuck.”

Max stood in the middle of your living room—your once empty living room that was now flooded with boxes and bags everywhere you looked—with his hands on his hips and a proud look on his face. And he looked completely unashamed with the scene around him.

“Surprise!” He said it so simply like he had just placed a home cooked meal in front of you, or maybe ran a few errands for you that he knew were a hassle. He was acting like the designer brand labels littering the living room of your apartment were normal, like an everyday occurrence. Though, maybe for Max Verstappen, they were.

“You…what….huh?” You looked at him, confused and baffled and desperate for answers. “What is all this?”

“It’s for you,” he said as he picked up a random bag nearby and handed it towards you, the Chanel logo making you feel a little nauseous. “Though I think people usually call them gifts.”

“This is too much,” you breathed out, your head spinning at the idea of just how much he could have possibly spent on you. At the mere idea of how much money was technically sitting in your far-too-small living room. “This is way too much, Max. I can’t.”

His brows furrowed together. “Why not?”

Your eyes widened. “Is that really a question you’re asking?” 

“But it’s all stuff you want,” he pointed out to you. 

“You can’t possibly—” Except the boy cut you off as he reached into the Chanel bag he was still holding, taking out a shoe box. And before you could even say anything, he was opening it to show you a pair of black platform heels you remembered vaguely showing him a few weeks back. “Max.”

“You said you wanted them.” 

“I said I liked the look of them.”

“Same thing.”

It seemed like every possible object or item you had spent longer than three seconds staring at were currently sitting in your living room at that moment, and Max didn’t see an issue with it. And you knew you shouldn’t be mad at him. Even before everything changed between you and Max, you had made the deal to be the person he splurged on. You agreed to it. You accepted the terms.

But you thought things would change once your relationship changed, when it went from financially beneficial to an actual romance. You thought he knew he didn’t need to do any of this anymore.

“Max,” you started as you tried to step over a pile of boxes, your foot getting caught in the handle of a bag. But before you could stumble, he was reaching out to grab your arms. “Babe, you don’t have to do this.”

“You are making it seem like someone is making me do it against my will,” Max mused, a hint of amusement on his face as his arms wound around your waist.

“I’m your girlfriend, you don’t have to spend money on me like this,” you said to him, your hands interlocking behind his head. 

“It’s exactly why I should,” Max scoffed. “You’re my girl. Mine to take care of and spoil and keep happy.” 

“Max—”

“Stop saying my name like that, you sound like a school teacher scolding me,” he groaned as he rested his head against your shoulder. Though, something in his chest tightened when he heard you laugh. 

“It’s just a lot,” you admitted in a whisper. 

“It’s everything you deserve and everything I want to give you,” Max retorted before he slowly lifted his head, his nose brushing against yours. “I’ll calm down but don’t make me give any of it back.”

You sighed, smiling. “Fine.”

“Good, because I don’t know where the receipts are and I’m pretty sure half of it wouldn’t even fit in my car.” 

His grin widened as your laugh bounced off the walls of your far-too-small living room.

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[bomber-grl]

“Wanna get married?”

Damian Wayne x Gn!Reader

(They’re about 19)

“WHAT??”

“What…? Why’re you so freaked out?” You and Damian were currently sitting across each other in the living room.

“What do you mean, why am I so freaked out?…explain yourself” his sudden mood changes never ceases to amaze you- something you seriously shouldn’t be thinking while being suspected of by an ex assassin .

“Well… Since we’re tired and bored, I asked if you’d wanna get married-“

“Yea, I understood the first time but why and…in what sense?” He interrupted you, rude

“Ok ok look, just hear me out” he glared at you but then sighed and just nodded.

“Alright” you sat up “so imagine this,me, you, fancy high end restaurant- AND before you say anything!” You shove a finger against Damian’s lips.

“Imagine the food, we can, idk… go in together and I could fake purpose to you for fun” you sat back and studied Damian’s facial expressions .

He let out the deepest sigh you’ve ever heard in your life that you’ve heard from him. Which is to say a lot since sighs from Damian aren’t exactly uncommon.

He leaned back and started thinking “where would you even get a ring-“

“I’ve thought of that” is how you responded and quickly pulled out the best looking ring you have.

“Okayyyy, I don’t know why you have that but, ugh, fine.” He said finally admitting defeat. He got to his feet and held out a hand for you to grab.

Show time.

The two of you decided to head out the the fanciest, high class restaurant damian knows and once the two of you got dressed you had Alfred drive you there.

You’d be lying if you said you and Damian didn’t look absolutely stunning, I mean anyone would be jealous if they saw the two of you, not knowing whether they’d want to be with you or you.

Once you finally stepped out you stayed behind and watched as Damian managed to get a seat despite not having a reservation, maybe all he said was that he was Bruce Wayne’s son.

Well anyway, a waiter led you there and had you two seated in a very public place, nice.

Although it was good for your plan it wasn’t exactly ideal, especially since Damian really hates being the center of attention.

Anyway the both of you ended up eating away without a care of the cost (mostly you) and when you saw it fit you got up, cleared your throat and began your plan.

“Damian Wayne, you and I had been friends for a long time now and we’ve been dating for a good while aswell. I’m aware we are young but our young age doesn’t make my love for you invalid. So I ask this with upmost sincerity-“ you go to kneel and continue your cringe ass over the top speech.

“I wish for you and I to be lovers and even more in the near future so-“ you pull into your pocket and get the ring and open the box “will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

Collective gasps could be heard around the restaurant and even some people pulled out their phones to record- I mean imagine Damian Wayne and y/n l/n getting married of all people???

An event of the century

Well Damian’s shocked face was worth it and although unexpected, his blush certainly wasn’t unwelcomed.

Nice! He was s totally selling it

Anyway he got up abruptly and nodded his head, that wasn’t enough for you though. “What?-“

“YES ILL MARRY YOU” he hastily let you slip the ring on his finger and he called over the waiter to bring your check.

Someone had to have called paparazzi because when you stepped out of the establishment there was flashing lights all around you while you two hurriedly got into the vehicle driven by Alfred.

-

The very next day you were forced to go to the Wayne manor because of how much Damian kept pestering you.

Once you managed to sneak past the news reporters you entered the living room and the whole family was there, everyone had mixed reactions but most of them Thought it was hilarious.

But in all seriousness Bruce said that you’ll have to give an official statement saying it was all a stunt while a video of the news played on the tv talking about you and Damian’s new engagement.

-

The next few days were full of people spreading “Damian x y/n” all over previous haters and people were also mentioning how absurd it was due to your young age.

“Damian’s and y/ns engagement “ was trending all over twitter and any social media platform and although it was fun while it lasted an official statement had to be published eventually. 😔

It was fun calling Damian your “fiancé” when in interviews, but everything must come to an end 😔

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[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Finals season

Callum Turner X Female! Reader

Summary: Callum spoils his girl as she studies for finals.

Warning: None

Word count: 500 words.

A/n: I wrote this for myself, I'm studying and working my butt of for finals. I'm going to try to keep posting, but yeah. :)

Books were displayed on the table; her laptop was opened, and empty cups of coffee were all over the table. Y/n was studying for her finals, and she was tired. She’d been at it since 8:30 this morning, it was 23:15. Callum entered their house, he’d been away all day for his press tour. He knew that his girlfriend was studying hard, and he decided to buy her a gift. He bought her flowers and a ring. Not for a proposal, but she spotted the ring a few weeks ago and she loved it. The ring was gold and had a small aquamarine stone on top of it. It was really simple, but it was pretty. When he came in the kitchen, he smiled at the sight of his girlfriend, she was a mess and looked so tired. ‘’Hey love, how are you?’’ he asked as he kissed her on the cheek.

Y/n looked up to him, she had dark circles under her eyes, her hair was held by a hair clip, and she was dressed in sweats. ‘’I’m okay, how was your day?’’ she asked, her voice sounded so tired. ‘’Great, how long have you been at it?’’ he asked, pointing out her books. ‘’Since this morning’’ she admitted. He sighed as he sat next to her. He pulled out the flowers and handed them to her. ‘’What are they for, thank you’’ she smiled, looking at the flowers and him. ‘’Well, you work so hard, and I have another surprise’’ he said, taking the box with the ring out of his pocket. ‘’I’m not proposing, but remember a few weeks ago? When you saw a ring’’ he said, opening the box, showing her the ring. ‘’Cal, it’s too much’’ she smiled. ‘’It’s not enough, you work so hard my love. I’m so proud of you and you’re so smart and amazing’’ he praised her. Y/n’s eyes filled with tears, she was so tired, she needed to hear those words.

‘’I’m so scared of failing, I feel like I’m forgetting everything’’ she says, looking at the books on the table. ‘’What are you working on?’’ he asked, getting closer to her. ‘’I have to write this paper on the impact of disinformation on kids. I have to quote a lot of stuff, hands all the books. And I have to find so many statistics and it’s driving me nuts’’ she blurts out. Callum places a hand on her back, in support as he looks at what she wrote on the laptop. ‘’Hey, you got this, you’re the best.’’ He kissed her cheek. She leaned her head on his shoulder, taking a deep breath. ‘’Thank you for the flowers and the ring. I really appreciate it and I needed it’’ she whispered. ‘’You’re welcome, I’m really proud of you, love. You got this, I know how hard you’re working and it’s going to pay off. I’m sure you’ll get straight A in your exams. I love you, Y/n’’

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine

[zegrasdrysdale]

Can you write a pregnancy scare with Jamie?

[ not our time ] j. drysdale

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : after she’s late for her period, (Y/N) tells Jamie about her suspicions and he tells her to take a pregnancy test to make sure

warning(s) : mentions of pregnancy

author’s note : i’ve been wanting to write something like this so ty for requesting :)

quick announcement : i’ve made a google form you can submit to be added to (or taken off) the taglist that will be at the end of every fic from here on out !

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The only reason she didn't immediately get on the phone with Jamie was because she knew he is on a plane and on his way back from his week-long roadie to the east coast. She probably won'[t even tell him when he walks in the door because she knows how tired he's going to be.

She should. She could be carrying his baby.

Getting sick when she doesn't normally throw up was definitely a red flag. Then she realized she's late for her period. She's rarely ever late.

If she is pregnant, she wants Jamie to be there if the test comes back positive. She doesn't want him to be on a plane somewhere over the United States when she finds out she's carrying their child.

Before she can talk herself out of telling Jamie, a key jingles in the door and it swings open. (Y/N) looks over at the door to see a happy Jamie walk into the apartment. "Hi, baby," Jamie says.

"Hey," she replies as Jamie pulls his equipment bag and suitcase through the front door. "How was the trip? Congratulations on the wins against Philly, Buffalo, and Washington, by the way."

Jamie leaves his equipment bag by the door with his suitcase when he is finally inside. The door closes behind him and he walks over to the couch.

He tilts (Y/N)'s head back and presses a kiss to her lips. She smiles into the upside down kiss. "Wish you could've been there," he says as he pulls back. "Z set me up for an insane goal against Philly and I can't believe that it actually went into the net. That's Trevor, I guess."

"I saw the goal," she tells him. "It was very impressive, Jamie. I'm very proud of you."

A big smile forms on Jamie's lips and (Y/N) feels her heart flutter in her chest. He's so pretty, even now when he looks exhausted.

She decides in that moment to tell him.

"So, um, I have to tell you something you should know," (Y/N) says. She watches Jamie's smile falter. "It's nothing bad, I think, but it's something you should definitely know."

Jamie walks around the couch and sits next to her. "Is everything okay?" he questions. "I mean, did something happen?"

She gnaws on her bottom lip. "It's more like something didn't happen," she admits. "I haven't gotten my period yet and I've been really sick recently. I think I might be pregnant. I haven't taken a test yet because I wanted you here in case."

Another smile breaks out on his lips. "You might be pregnant?" he asks. "Oh my God. That's amazing. Do you need me to run to the store and grab tests? Snacks? Anything you need."

"I have tests," she tells him. "I just haven't taken one yet. I've been waiting for you to get back."

"Go do it," Jamie replies. "I'll be right here when you get the results."

She nods and gets off the couch. "I'll be right here."

With shaking hands, she grabs the box of three pregnancy tests out of the drawer in the bathroom. She pees on all three of them and sets them on the sink counter while she waits for the results.

(Y/N) sits on the floor with her back against the counter that the tests are sitting on. Her head leans against the counter and her eyes are closed while she waits.

Honestly, she doesn't know what kind of results she's hoping for.

If it's positive then she will love this baby with everything in her. It's a part of both of them and she will love them with her entire heart. If it's negative then it's just not their time and they can actually try later on.

It isn't the end of the world if these tests come back negative.

A soft knock rings throughout the bathroom. "You okay?" jamie asks through the door. "Do you need anything?"

"Can you come in?" she asks.

The door slowly swings open and (Y/N) stands up in front of the tests. "Did you look yet?" She shakes her head in reply. "Come on. Lets look together, okay?"

She nods and Jamie takes her hand. With a sigh, she turns around and looks down at the tests on the countertop.

One line on every single one of them. All of them are negative.

"Maybe it's too early," she tells Jamie. "I'm only a few days late for my period." Tears prick her eyes and it surprises her. She didn't think she would be this upset at a negative pregnancy test.

Jamie's happy smile when she told him that she might be pregnant pops into her mind and it breaks her heart. The tears roll down her cheeks.

"(Y/N), baby," Jamie coos. "It's okay. It just isn't our time right now."

She wraps her arms around his torso and buries his face into his chest while silent tears run down her face. "You were so happy when I told you I thought I was pregnant," she says. "I'm sorry, Jamie."

"We'll have a baby one day," Jamie tells her. "I promise. One day those results will be positive."

(Y/N) nods and feels Jamie wrap his arms around her shoulders. "I didn't think I'd be this upset," she admits. "I haven't even thought about having kids until there was a possibly I was having a kid."

He backs away and looks down at her. "I want kids with you," Jamie tells her. "Maybe when we're both more prepared, yeah?"

"Yeah," she agrees. "And when we talk more about it."

Jamie smiles and nods in agreement. "Do you want to eat some ice cream and watch Criminal Minds?" he asks. "I think we have a little bit left if you want some ice cream."

"Absolutely."

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[mouschiwrites]

South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Confessing To You

Stan

I think that if he liked someone, he’d want to confess pretty early on

But it’d take him a long time to actually work up the courage

His friends constantly encourage him to go for it, and he really does want to, but that anxious nausea in his stomach makes him blurt excuses instead

But eventually he decides that he can’t hold it in any longer

He’d want to do it in person so badly

He bought chocolates and everything

He invited you to meet him at the pond after school

You waved when you spotted him, and jogged over with a smile on your face

You thought you saw him smile back, but as you got closer it didn’t look quite right

You ask if everything’s okay

He opens his mouth to speak, but suddenly claps his hand over it and runs away

The chocolates he was hiding behind his back drop to the snow

Confused, you pick up the box and watch him disappear down the path

He texts you later:

Hey. Sorry I ran away like that. Super lame, I know. I was trying to tell you how much I like you but I got sick so I ran. But I really do like you, Y/n

Kenny

I don’t think he’d feel the need to tell his crush how he feels explicitly

Instead he’d be satisfied flirting with you

Your reactions are all he needs (for a while)

But eventually he wants more

That’s when he decides to confess

He figures it’d be pretty obvious by then, so he doesn’t plan anything too special

But he does need to make sure you know he’s serious

Plus he knows you deserve something nice and romantic :)

So he buys you something; it takes him a long time to save up, but he finally manages to buy a little bracelet

Nothing expensive, but it’s still cute

He would have known you for a while by then, so of course it has your favorite colors

He puts it in a nice box and drops it on your desk one day

He gives his usual childish grin, but you can see something genuine in his eyes this time

“Hello beautiful. I know I flirt with you all the time and it’s funny or whatever, but I actually do like you. A lot.”

Kyle

He might confess early on, he might take a while

I think it depends on your personality

If you show any interest in him, he’ll be more inclined to tell you how he feels earlier

But if you’re closed off and cold, it’d take longer

He just wants to make sure he won’t make a fool of himself

He’d have to spend a lot of time with you, enough time that you’ve warmed up to each other at least a little

Once he’s decided that it’s worth a shot, he’ll go for it

He tries to think of something romantic

Unfortunately he doesn’t have too great of a sense of what’s romantic

He ends up inviting you to the museum

It would’ve been nicer if he wasn’t completely silent the whole time

By the time it’s over you’re more than ready to go home, but Kyle stops you right as you’re walking away

“Y/n! Wait. Please. I’m sorry… this, uh, it was more romantic in my head. I did this because I wanted to tell you that I like you. Like, romantically.”

Cartman

He had no intention of confessing to you

He’s a pretty prideful guy; no way he’s admitting feeling something mushy like love

Eventually he might’ve formulated an excuse to reveal his feelings that didn’t make him seem vulnerable, but his actual “confession” ended up being accidental

Before class started one day, he was debating with some other kids over who the hottest person in school was

He was valiantly defending your place as the second hottest (behind himself, of course)

He ended up going a bit overboard, spilling all his feelings about you

Gushing about your looks, your personality, the way you walked… he was weirdly thorough

And guess who happened to walk in just as he began this little rant?

You stood behind him, dumbstruck

His opponents in the debate smirked when they saw you

Cartman eventually snapped out of his thoughts and noticed their faces

At first he was confused

“What’s with you guys? …they’re right behind me, aren’t they.”

He just slumped over defeatedly

Butters

He’s very upfront about his feelings

If he liked you, he’d tell you as soon as he realized it himself

He doesn’t see the point in waiting

He found himself staring at you across the classroom one day

He realized this wasn’t the first time he caught himself doing this, so he asked himself why

He decided that it was because you were attractive

His heart fluttered as he made the connection; he had a crush on you!

He was practically vibrating in his seat for the remainder of the class

He was way too excited at this realization, and he figured you would be too!

Right after class, he bounced out of his seat and ran over to you

He grabbed your hand eagerly, absolutely beaming while he exclaimed:

“Y/n!! I think you’re really pretty and awesome! I have a crush on you!”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed :) take care duckies <33

(divider by saradika)

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[bleedingoptimism]

part four: Jeff

It’s been two weeks since their gig, two weeks since they last saw Steve.

Frank had been right in assuming Steve wouldn’t show up to hang out with them at rehearsals but Steve hadn't shown up at all, not at rehearsals, not at get-togethers or Hellfire meetings, they hadn’t even seen him at his work, although Jeff suspects that was because Robin was hiding him from them in the back.

He’s frankly a little offended Robin is being mean to them when they didn’t do anything wrong but he knows he would’ve probably reacted the same if someone had broken the heart of one of his friends.

And speaking of his friends, Eddie is been insufferable the last two weeks, he goes from quiet and twitchy to whining loudly about being stupid and blind and a mess. Gareth just agrees with him which isn’t helpful at all, Frank keeps telling him that it’s fine, he made a mistake, and he can still fix it, and Jeff keeps telling Eddie to shut up, man up, and go talk to him already.

But Eddie freaks out every time, says Steve is avoiding him, and that he wouldn't even know what to say if he saw him. 

Safe to say, it’s been a rough couple of weeks, and the worst part for them to admit is that they kind of, sort of, maybe? Miss Steve. This is why Jeff can’t help but get excited when they see him again.

The band is hanging out at Gareth's place, minus Eddie, who is studying at Nancy’s house just like every Wednesday since he came back to school. Something Steve knows, which is probably why he chose that moment to show up.

They are sitting in the living room chatting about their latest campaign, DMed by no other than their newest addition to the club, Will Byers, when there’s a knock on the door.

Gareth opens the door and Jeff and Frank lean over the couch to see who it is, surprised to see Steve there.

He’s holding the shirt Gareth lend him, washed and folded neatly, and on top of it is a box, a rich smell coming from it.

“Hey!” Steve says, “Sorry it took me so long to return this Gar. I brought you cookies! As a thank you”

And then Gareth does something that surprises all of them, probably himself too, he takes the offered items and puts them on the table beside the door and then hugs Steve.

Steve looks at them shocked over Gareth's shoulders and barely has time to return the hug before Gareth lets him go and pulls him inside by the wrists. 

“Dude! We missed you! Why did you have to disappear like that?”

“You know why” Steve smiles sadly at him.

“Are you mad at Eddie?” Jeff asks him as they make room for him on the couch, immediately digging into the box of cookies when Gareth brings it to the coffee table. But Steve just stands in the middle of the living room, probably not planning on staying long.

“No! Of course not!” he assures and runs a hand through his hair, “He didn't do anything wrong. I’m the one who fucked up. I should’ve never assumed tha-” he interrupts himself and shakes his head, grins at them “I shouldn’t have disappeared like that on you guys, I’m so sorry. After you practiced so much. Wished I stayed long enough to congratulate you as least. You were amazing!”

They smile at him, murmur some thanks, and then Steve claps loudly once, “Well! I should get going,”

“See you,” Frank says but it sounds more like a question and Steve picks up on that,

“I- look: the thing is, I really like you guys and I want us to be friends but I- I got everything mixed up in my head and I need some space to… deal with it. I need time,” Steve tells them and turns towards the door, 

“What if you didn't get it wrong?” Jeff blurts suddenly.

“Jeff!” Gareth exclaims shaking his head.

But Jeff is determined, “Steve, what if you were right, what if Eddie likes you back?” he says, ignoring Gareth.

“Well that kind of makes it worse doesn't it?” he chuckles, pinching the bridge of his nose,

 “No, but! See… Eddie didn’t know you like him too, and if you would just let him talk to you…”

And Steve laughs again but cruelly this time and he looks sad when he says, “Jeff that’s the thing, I haven’t been avoiding him. Yes, I didn’t show up when you hung out but It’s not like I’ve refused to talk to him. I’ve actually been waiting for him to talk to me. Does he even wonder what’s wrong? Because even if he didn’t like me back… I was hoping he would care enough about our friendship but it seems I was wrong about that too. I was wrong about… everything”

“Jesus Christ this guy is undefendable!” Jeff groans and Steve laughs again but this time is more sincere.

“You don’t need to defend him, I told you, I'm not mad” 

“It’s worse that you are sad, you know that right? I kinda wished you were mad at him” Frank says and Steve snorts, his eyes getting some of their usual shine back. 

“I’m gonna go but, I’ll be fine guys. We’ll be fine, I promise” He smiles genuinely and turns to leave again and Jeff stands up and walks him to the door,

“Steve wait, I know it's not fair for me to ask you this but, you know Eddie makes assumptions about people and it’s really hard to get him to change his mind about them, and he’s always thought of you as unobtainable” 

Steve's eyes go wide and his eyebrows raise before they drop in a frown, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about that”

“Nothing! Just I know Eddie will get his head out of his ass eventually, you just have to… just don't give up on him yet, please?”

Steve huffs and shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, okay”

part one

part two

part three

part four (you are here!)

part five

☕🥐💕 cafecito?

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #corroded coffin #i wrote something #jeff is a real sweetheart #excited for the last part #guess whose pov ?? #teehee

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Happy Valentine's day Y/N 2.

Y/n x Pick your character.

You're not a huge fan of festivities, especially Valentine's day, but your best friend is more than ready to make you change your mind and maybe he's also ready to confess to you something you have been waiting for so long.

Ghost.

You and him have been friends since you were children, you've seen the worst and the best of Simon Riley and still you adore and support him, you are roommates now, but everybody would say you're more of a husband - wife relationship, you like that thought, you will not say that loud of course, Simon is at home for Valentine's, you welcomed him and put his laundry on the washer, he also brought a strange box with him, you don't like to ask, but you felt your curiosity taking control of your mouth.

- what's that box? Can I see?

- Sorry love, that's... Personal.

-oh... Well, it's okay, take a shower big boy, I'll go to the supermarket quickly! Do u need something?

- Will you bring me a bottle of...

- whiskey? got it, that's already on the shopping list, something else?

- you know me so well love, no, I think that's all, if you need help call me, alright?

- Yes Lt. I'll be right back!

You left the house wondering what that box was, Simon doesn't hide anything from you but this time it looks like he wants to keep a secret.

Ghost opened the box and started his mission, packed a lot of gifts, put some balloons around, oh this poor man doesn't know how to show affection, but his team gave him some ideas, he really wants you to know how he feels for you. He doesn't know how long it will take you your little trip to the supermarket but he tries to get ready as soon as possible.

You ran through the supermarket, you don't want to waste time when Simon is at home, you want to spend as much time as possible with him, you were putting your bags in your car when the sound of barking caught your attention, an old woman is selling puppies, you don't even know if that's still allowed but no one would judge you if you go to see the poor puppies, to your surprise there's just one «this is the last one» you heard the woman said, a little boy came to see it too, you were leaving until you heard the little boy talking to his mother. «Mom! Look! This puppy has a ghost face in his back!!! Can we take it with us?» «No honey, there's no space enough for puppies at home, let's go».

A ghost face in the back of the puppy? You looked at the dog carefully, indeed, there's a huge spot in the back that looks like a ghost, you remembered how much Simon wanted a dog a few months ago, the puppy looks perfect for him, also it's Valentine's day, friends can also surprise each other with presents, no?.

- How much for the dog?

- Do you want him? It's the last one... If you want it, take it for free.

- Oh! Really? Is there a problem with it or something?

- No, it's healthy, it has its vaccines and all, I just wanna go home, so do you want it or not?

You looked at the woman trying to find out if she was lying, after a moment you took the puppy in your arms, thanked the woman and went home.

- Simon! I'm home! I need help with the bags!

- Get it! I'll go in a minute.

He was nervous, he was watching himself in the mirror, everything looked nice, he smelled good and looked good, he had to admit he looked very handsome, he went to help and you were melting at the view, how this man can look so good all the time?.

- Si... Are you using perfume? You're not wearing sports clothes... Do you have a date or something?

- What? No, I just... took a shower, you told me to do it.

- oh yeah, sure, so... I have a surprise for you! Close your eyes, please!

- How will I help with the bags if I have to close my eyes?

- Forget about the bags! Please close your eyes!

He did and extended his arms, while you put the puppy in his arms, the puppy fell for Simon very quickly, he started to lick his finger.

- alright, open them!

- seriously?

You never saw him so excited for something, there he was, a perfect picture, Simon and... The still unnamed dog!

- Yes, do you like it? Consider it as a Valentine's gift! How would you like to name it?

- love, this is a wonderful present, thanks... And i don't know, we accept suggestions.

- I'm glad you liked it, it looks like he likes you too, and I was actually thinking about 'Riley' or 'ghost' since the spot In his back looks like your mask and your baklava...

He laughed, he was laughing, something that only you can do, he kept looking at the dog who was now trying to bite his fingers and then he looked at you, there's something different on his eyes, there's something else, a stranger spark.

- I think Riley is perfect. Y/N?

- Yes?

- I, I also have something for you, is... In the kitchen, Would you like to see it?

- Seriously? You didn't need to ask! Let's go!

You ran to the kitchen and the first thing you saw was a lot of balloons and small boxes and paper bags.

- What's all of this? All those are for me?

Simon put the dog on the floor to let it explore and walked to you.

- Yes, all are yours, I buy souvenirs or things that remind me of you every time I have a mission and write small notes to not forget why I bought it.

You started to open every box and bag and read every note «i saw this lipstick in the mall, I think it matches your skin tone» «these gloves reminded me of your small hands, it will keep them warm in my absence» «if you were a gem, I think you would be a sapphire» «I found it in the Market, maybe you will use it for your sketches» «I know how much you like to take photos, fill this album».

After a while you took a moment to see Ghost who's standing at the doorframe, there's no need to speak, you walked and kissed him softly, both have been feeling in the same way for so long.

- Happy Valentine's Simon.

- Happy Valentine's my love.

Price.

John and you were neighbors, you noticed he was a very busy man and you also noticed the food delivery service knocking at his door when he was around. That's how it started, you decided you wanted to give the poor man a proper meal when he's at home.

Eventually, you and him started to hangout and spend time together, it was clear for you the age difference between you and him, but who cares? The heart wants what it wants, but you know Price thinks differently, he told you about how insecure he feels when you're together and people of your Age approach to ask you for your number.

- You're a Sweetheart but people always think I'm your dad, have fun with people of your age, don't worry about me.

- John it'll be a Valentine's party! I won't go alone, I want to go with you but if you don't feel comfortable we can do something different, I don't mind.

In fact, you're so sweet, John doesn't know when or how exactly happened but he fell hard for you, you're younger than him but you talk as if you have the same experience as him, you are funny, you cook delicious, you're perfect for him, but he feels like he would be selfish for drag you to his way to live, he's not sure if you would be comfortable with something else than a friendship, he even talked about his dilemma with his boys.

- Cap, you're better than any man of her age, we're in a new era, Age is not a problem anymore.

- Gaz is right Captain, also if she prefers to spend time with you every time you're at home and cook for you doesn't make you think she probably feels the same way for you? Maybe love is in the air cap.

- I hate to say this, but maybe they're right Captain. Take the risk.

And that was all, that conversation made Price reconsider his options, and now here he is, cooking dinner for you, putting fresh flowers on the table and getting ready to confess what he has been feeling lately.

* knock, knock *

You look amazing, that blue outfit and the light make up definitely will make him fall at your feet, you also bring a very expensive but small present for him, today is the day, you will risk it all.

- Hey y/n, happy Valentine's, you are stunning today! Come in.

- Thanks John, you look very handsome too. oh! Before I forget, this is for you, I hope you like it

He opened the small box and oh my god, where did you get all the money you pay for that gorgeous watch? You're making very difficult for him to stop the urgency to kiss you.

- fuckin hell, is amazing, you didn't have to, I bet it costs a fortune...

- of course I needed, i couldn't stop to imagine it on your wrist! It's a classic!

He put the watch on his wrist, indeed you have a wonderful taste, it looks good on him.

- Doll, you didn't have to, I love it.

He couldn't contain himself, he hugged you, you tried to smell and retain in your lungs the perfume he was using, this man is so handsome, strong, elegant, he is perfect for you.

- come on sweetie, dinner is ready, do u want a drink?

- Sure, do you need help with something?

- Oh no, it's okay, all is under control, what do you want to drink? I have... Fuck, uh, I have water, sparkling water, juice, soda or whiskey, but if you want something else I can go to the store quickly.

You laughed, why is he so... Nervous?.

- John, it's fine, a Whiskey is perfect!

- alright love, a whiskey is on the way.

The meal was delicious, the conversation was funny and interesting, he taught you to dance a little, the drinks were also helping both of you to be brave.

- I have to sit, I'm getting older sweetie, you're a good dancer, I also have to give you your present, wait here...

He left the room and you sat on the table waiting impatiently, he was fast, he went back with a box with a pink big ribbon adorning it.

- Here it is, I... I spent a whole week looking for the perfect ones, I hope you like it.

You looked like a little kid on Christmas, you broke the paper, untied the ribbon and when you opened the box you found the most beautiful jewelry, the necklace was made of pearls and emeralds, the earrings were two small emeralds to match the necklace and a silver bracelet, you screamed with excitement, you stood up from your chair and gave small jumps.

- Jesus Christ! John... There's no way I can't accept all this, is amazing, is perfect, and I bet it's also fuckin' expensive!

- Doll, please accept it, you've been doing a lot for me since we met, it's the least I can do... And...

He took the bracelet and put it on your wrist, he held your hand carefully and put your hand under the light of a lamp.

- there's a secret message on the bracelet...

Indeed the bracelet had a message engraved. «To my one and only, I love you.»

You looked at him and he smiled at you nervously and before he could try to break eye contact you held his face with your free hand and kissed him.

- I love you too John Price, I love you too.

#cod x reader #captain price #price x reader #call of duty x reader #john price #x yn #yn #141 x reader #long reads #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader

[jae-bummer]

It's Only Lunch

Request: I just binged through My Idol Season 1&2 within a day and I’m in love with the way you write!! Then I saw your requests are open and I was even happier, cause I’m in desperate need of some idol!DK x nonidol!reader fluff :( I don’t have anything specific in mind you can do whatever you want, it can be angsty too if you want, just please give him a happy ending. There’s just not enough DK on this app in my opinion :( I hope you’re doing good and have a great day and if you ever actually write this then tysm!! 🩷🩵

Pairing: Seventeen DK x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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"Hey, Y/N."

Looking up from your desk and towards the door of your office, you smiled. "DK, what brings you here?"

As soon as his name left your lips, you could see a bashful expression cross his face. Glancing down to his shoes before looking back up to you, he offered a tentative smile. "I just happened to be in the building and thought maybe you'd like to grab lunch with me?"

Blinking back in surprise, you cleared your throat. Technically, you and Dokyeom were coworkers, he an idol (obviously) and you working in the lower levels of management at Hybe. You had been part of the production crew for many a Seventeen project, so you had grown familiar with the guys over the years.

DK, more often than not, was the member that seemed to naturally gravitate toward you. When ordering lunch, passing out water, or resting on a break, he seemed to subconsciously seek you out. His shyness was adorable your first few run-ins, but once you realized he may have had a crush, you were already in far too deep yourself.

"I brought my lunch today," you managed, the words tasting sour in your mouth. "I was hoping I could take it at my desk to work through some things I'm behind on."

It wasn't a lie. You did need to catch up, but you also couldn't admit that hanging out privately with DK scared the crap out of you. He was gorgeous, side-splitting levels of funny, and completely unattainable. You knew if you spent more time around him, it wouldn't be long until you caught feelings.

"Oh," he chirped, beginning to nod. "Yeah, of course, I understand."

"Maybe next time though?" you asked, desperate to see that smile light up his face again.

"Of course," he hummed, giving you what you hoped for, but not nearly as genuine. "I'll stop by again when I'm back in the building."

And that's how the new routine began. At least once a week DK would show up in your doorway and you would think of a new and creative excuse not to fall in love with him.

Nearly a month after his original visit, you were typing out a relatively important email when your favorite nuisance showed up.

"Y/N," he drawled, leaning against the door frame. "I think I know your answer, but I'm here anyway."

You smiled sheepishly, ducking your head in an attempt to cool the heat scorching across your neck. You knew he would likely catch on to your MO, but you hadn't realized how embarrassing being confronted would be. "I'm sorry, DK. Things are so busy with your upcoming promotions and-"

"Can I at least grab your lunch for you from the common area?" he asked, tilting his head. "It'll save you a few steps."

"Sure," you nodded. He was incredibly sweet, which made it suck even more. "It's in the purple bento box."

"You got it!" he smiled, giving a quick spin before launching down the hallway.

You really did need to suck it up and either tell him to quit coming by or accept his advances. Just because you were a coward didn't mean that he needed to suffer. You were better not being perceived by anyone at his level of attractiveness. It would only be a matter of time before you somehow did something mortifying and turned him off forever.

After plugging away at the email for a few more minutes, you furrowed your brow and looked toward the hall. Surely, he should have found your food.

Just as you were about to hit send and head out his way, he appeared again. Holding your bento, his face was twisted in confusion. "This is yours, right?"

"Yeah," you said slowly. "Why?"

"Well," he sighed. "I looked for it everywhere in the fridge but couldn't find it. I moved everything around and was about to give up when I noticed it out of the corner of my eye. It was sitting in the communal sink, empty."

"Empty?" you muttered, standing. Crossing the room toward him, you took the lunch box from his hands. Sure enough, there was not a trace left of the food you had packed that morning. "I bring the same box every day. Who would eat out of it?"

"Did someone new start?" he asked, tilting his head. "Someone could have done it by mistake?"

"I guess," you sighed, dropping it on your desk. "I guess I can order in..."

"Why don't you let me go grab something?" he asked. "We can eat together in your office, so you don't even have to step away."

The hopeful look in his eyes crushed what little self-preservation you had left. This option really provided no wiggle room for an excuse. "I don't want to make you go to all that trouble..."

"No trouble at all!" he smiled, already turning away from you.

"Wait," you sighed, teetering on the line that you had drawn for yourself. "Let me send this email and I'll come with you."

"You will?" he gasped, but immediately schooled his features. "I mean, sounds good."

Mentally preparing yourself to rip off the Band-Aid, you may have spent a bit longer on the email than you had intended. It was difficult to think clearly with DK wandering around your space, peering at every framed picture and book you had haphazardly stacked around.

"Ready?" you asked, after reading through what you had written for probably the thirtieth time. At this point, you would just hit send and hope for the best.

"Born ready," he smiled, his eyes disappearing into crescents. "There's this really cute noodle place right down the street. I was thinking we could go there?"

Your brain fished around in its recesses for the restaurant he was talking about. If you could recall correctly, it was a notorious spot for couples. The thought made you swallow, hard. "Sure."

"Perfect," he hummed. "Madam?"

Offering his elbow to you, you hesitated before taking it. So, this was really happening. You were going to break down and go on a not-date with Dokyeom. He had labeled it as just "grabbing lunch," but why did you feel like it was so much more?

As you would realize later, it was because if you gave an inch, Dokyeom would take a mile. It wasn't long into your walk before he started complaining about it being sweltering outside. The weather was only 24°C, so it was hardly balmy. After peeling off his jacket, he quickly switched up to holding your hand.

Glancing down in surprise to see his long fingers intertwined with yours, you looked back up to him, wide-eyed.

"Is this okay?" he asked cheerfully.

You gave a silent nod before fixing your eyes in front of you again. You were so screwed.

.

Against your better judgement, lunch with DK was a blast. Being around him was so effortless. As you talked over jajangmyeon, it was easy to open up and show sides of yourself that you only reserved for those closest to you. You didn't realize you were even doing it until after you already had, making you go into an overthinking spiral of whether or not you were sharing too much.

In the end, it didn't really matter because Dokyeom seemed to like it that way.

When he returned you to your office, he gave you a long hug before insisting on coming by again soon. After everything, you sat behind your desk, a bit numb in the aftereffects of all things DK.

He hadn't asked for your number and aside from holding your hand, he really hadn't made any advances. His body language was overwhelmingly flirty, but you weren't sure if that's just how he was naturally or not.

"Accept it for what it is," you muttered to yourself, shaking off the cobwebs in your brain. Even if things didn't cross over into "more than friends" territory like your heart was already considering, just having him as a close friend would be fulfilling enough.

No matter how many times you told yourself that DK was just displaying normal, friendly behavior, it was all thrown out of the window when he showed up again the next week.

Carrying a bouquet of what looked to be a mix of wildflowers, he strode up to your desk and sat on the edge. "Now, we've made remarkable progress last week when you had no other options but to have lunch with me. Can we defy the universe and have it happen again?"

You let out a surprised snort. "Maybe if you gave me an idea of when you were coming, I'd be more prepared to leave the office."

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked. "These are for you by the way."

"I would have been only a little heartbroken if you came into my office with flowers that were not for me," you smiled, taking them from his hands.

"So, are you setting me up for a gentle letdown?" he asked, quirking a brow. "Or are you wanting to try the new burger place a block down?"

"I really-"

"Need to finish up this project, so I'm working at my desk," he finished with a soft smile.

"But this time, I really do mean it," you laughed.

"You didn't before?!" he gasped.

Shit. You didn't want to let that little factoid slip. See, this is what happened when you let your guard down around him.

"I may or may not have been avoiding your lunch invitation for a few weeks," you winced. "But you're intimidating!"

"On what planet?!"

"Earth!" you groaned, hiding behind your fingers.

DK sighed before sliding off of your desk and facing you. "I'll forgive you if you come eat with me."

"Well, that's not fair," you pouted.

"Fine," he harrumphed. "I'll just have to take it into my own hands like last time."

"Like last time?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

Covering his mouth with his hand, DK stood as still as a statue.

"You know," you grumbled, crossing your arms. "You're not going to get out of this by hoping I forget about you because you're not moving."

"It would work if you were a t-rex," he muttered, dropping his arms to rest at his side.

"Spill it, Seokmin," you sighed.

"I accidentally ate your lunch last week," he said quickly.

"I'm sorry," you laughed. "You what?"

"When I was grabbing your bento out of the fridge, I had a lightbulb moment," he whined. "I thought if you didn't have your food, you'd be forced to eat with me...so I just...inhaled it. You make excellent bibimbap by the way."

You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or smack him. "You set me up!"

"Because you were avoiding me!" he exclaimed, sending an accusatory finger your way. "You said it yourself!"

"Because you're intimidating!" you repeated.

"How?! How am I intimidating and why is this news to me?!"

"You're incredibly dreamy!" you blurted. "And I was scared that I was going to fall for you, alright?"

DK took a small step back as if you had actually chose to smack him. He kept quiet as his wide eyes blinked at you.

"Please say something," you whispered, pinching the bridge of your nose.

At a painfully slow rate, a smile spread across his lips. "You think I'm dreamy?"

Plopping into your rolling chair, you leaned against your desk, and hid in the fortress of your arms. It was not physically or mentally possible for you to be more horrified.

"Y/N!" DK cooed, immediately stepping around to where you were sitting. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he rested his chin on your head. "That is the cutest thing I have ever heard."

"I hate it," you muttered into your sleeves.

"I don't," he chuckled. "And if you haven't figured it out by now, I think you're pretty dreamy too."

"Really?' you squeaked.

"You think I offer to buy lunch and flowers for Mingyu once a week?" he asked. Nuzzling his face into your hair, he laughed again. "I guess we were both hiding something from each other."

"I can't believe you ate twice just to get me to go out with you," you muttered, finally sitting up.

"You're worth the stomachache I had afterwards," he smiled. "I was scared that if I tried to kiss you, the nerves would make my stomach pop."

"Please tell me you didn't eat my lunch again today?" you joked. DK's lips fell into a flat line as he looked away from you. "You didn't!"

"I was prepared to do whatever I had to do!" he gasped. "Now are you coming with me to lunch or not?!"

"Yes," you laughed, shaking your head. "I absolutely will."

#lee seokmin #dokyeom #dk #seventeen #svt #seventeen seokmin #seventeen dk #svt dk #seventeen dokyeom #dk x reader #dk fluff #dk fanfic #dating dk #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #svt fluff #svt x reader #svt fanfic #seokmin x reader #seokmin fluff #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom fluff

[wildsupernova]

roses, chocolates, and a heart shaped box.

summary: valentine’s day had always felt like a joke to you. nobody had ever taken the time to do anything nice for you, but when the sickeningly romantic steve harrington falls in love with you, of course you’ll have the best valentine’s day ever.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

warnings: some suggestive language, nothing too crazy

word count: 2.4k

a/n: hey everyone! i know it’s been a while since i posted anything, but my second year of college has been kicking my ass and making it near impossible to get motivation to do anything. i figured what better way to get back in the swing of things than with a valentine’s day fic! i know it’s a day early, but i wanted to get this up before i got too busy and forgot about it. anyway, hope you guys enjoy, and happy valentine’s day!

masterlist | prompts list | ao3

Valentine’s Day had never been something you looked forward to.

Even as a kid, you associated it with loneliness, watching on as all the little second grade boys gave their crushes a dandelion they picked fresh from the playground at recess. You detested it when they started selling candy-grams in middle school, because every year it seemed that you were the only one who never received one. You’d check your locker every day for the whole week hoping that maybe someone had slipped you a note only for nothing to fall out when you opened it, held your breath when they handed out the candy-grams only for your name to never be called, and dressed yourself up nice in the hopes that someone at the Valentine’s Day dance would ask you to dance with them only to end up with sore feet and running mascara by the end of the night. By the time high school came around, you gave up on the idea of Valentine’s Day altogether, never having a relationship last long enough to celebrate it. 

You’d turned into a stone hearted cynic, and just the mention of the words ‘Valentine’s Day’ had you rolling your eyes. 

That was, until you met Steve Harrington. 

You’d never met someone so…romantic. He was the kind of guy to show up to your house with flowers for no reason other than that he wanted to, or buy you a pair of fake diamond earrings (hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?) he saw at an antique shop because he saw them and immediately thought of you. He was the type to leave small little love letters in your locker between classes, and pick you up and spin you around and cover you in kisses because he missed you. 

But that didn’t change the fact that you hated Valentine’s Day. 

Steve had never been able to understand how someone could hate Valentine’s Day. ‘Come on!’ He’d say. ‘It's a whole day where people who love each other do something special together. What could be better than that?’ You’d always respond the same way; that to you, Valentine’s Day was nothing but a commodity and an excuse for boyfriends who did nothing for their girlfriends all year to make up for it with a fancy dinner and a box of chocolates. You don’t need a special day to show you love someone. If you really love someone, everyday is like that. 

It took him prying it out of you before you finally admitted the real reason you hated Valentine’s Day. 

“Nobody’s ever done anything nice for me on Valentine’s Day, okay?” The words come out with a bit more bite than you mean for them too, and Steve’s face scrunched a bit. 

“What?”

“Nobody’s ever done anything for me for Valentine’s Day.” You repeat yourself. “I’ve never gotten…flowers, or chocolates, or a nice dinner or anything. It’s not a big deal, I’m used to it.”

“Nobody has ever done anything nice for you?”

“I mean, my parents always got me chocolate every year but…nobody ever really made the choice to do anything.” You picked at your nails and tried to make your voice sound like it didn’t bother you, but Steve could hear the disappointment. He tried to question you about it further, but you changed the subject before he could. “It’s not a big deal. Let’s just talk about something else, okay?”

For the next month, Steve took it as a personal challenge to give you the best Valentine’s Day you’d ever had. He even made a stupid little flow chart in one of his notebooks, chicken scratch and scribbles covering 3 whole pages while he tried to brainstorm the best way to make up for all of your shitty Valentine’s Days. He probably looked crazy, the way he was scribbling like a madman during class, but it would all be worth it in the end. 

The plan he came up with was simple, really.

Everyday for the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, he put a single red rose in your locker or left it on your bedroom windowsill. Never anything more, other than a note he’d sloppily tied to the stem of the flower with a pink ribbon, the words ‘I love you’ written in red ink. Every day you placed the new flower in a small glass of water you used as a makeshift vase and put the notes in an old jewelry box you didn’t use anymore. 

Everyday you’d tell Steve he didn’t have to do that, that you were content with not getting anything, but your smile that spread ear to ear told him more than your words did. 

By the time Valentine’s Day finally arrived, you had a full bouquet of seven red roses sitting on your bedside table, and a stack of sloppily written love notes sitting in a box on your dresser. It made you hold your head just a little bit higher, smile a bit brighter, and feel a little bit happier on a day that you always associated with something lonely. 

When you opened your locker that morning, you were met with another red rose and a note, except this time the note had been clumsily cut into the shape of a lopsided heart, the words ‘Be my valentine?’ written in glittery pink pen. Two arms wrapping around your waist had you clutching the flower tighter, leaning your back into Steve’s chest. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispered the words against your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, a smile pressed against your skin. You turned in his arms and draped your own over his shoulders. 

“Where’d you get a pink glitter pen?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He shut up anymore questions with a kiss, and you giggled. A stupid, girly, lovesick giggle. Steve had a dopey smile on his face when you parted. “Got you something else too.”

He reached into your locker and pulled something out from behind the textbooks, a heart shaped box tied shut with two white ribbons. You went to untie them before he stopped you, placing a hand over your own. 

“Don’t open it til’ you get home, okay?” You gave him a skeptical look but nodded anyway. 

“Okay?” You slipped the box back into your locker and closed it, cradling your books and the rose in the crook of your arm. “Hey, I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, okay?” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, and as you went to walk away, he grabbed your wrist lightly. 

“You never answered my question, you know.” Your smile grew impossibly wider. 

“Yes, I’ll be your valentine.”

When you got home that afternoon, you untied the note from the stem of the rose, clipped it, and placed it in the cup with the others, hand delicately adjusting the flowers until they fell just the right way. You pulled the box from your backpack and plopped down on the bed, untying the ribbon and pulling the lid off. 

Inside was an assortment of fancy chocolates, the kind you’d always eye at the grocery store as a kid but your parents told you were too expensive to buy. In a small empty space in the center sat a small black velvet box and another note, folded over in a rather well made origami heart. You picked it up and unfolded it, smiling at the words written inside. 

‘I’m picking you up at 7. Wear something nice. 

I love you.’

When you opened the velvet box, you almost cried. 

Inside the box sat a small promise ring, a silver band swirling in dainty, earthen patterns until they curled around a single pink gemstone fashioned in the shape of a rose. Underneath the lid was a matching pair of earrings, and when you picked up the ring, you noticed an engraving on the inside of the band. 

‘I’ll love you until the last rose on Earth dies.’

It all felt like too much. You’d gotten so used to being alone, so used to never getting any gifts at all, that it felt like you didn’t deserve all of these special things Steve was doing for you. It was almost overwhelming, to have someone choose to show you how much they love you, instead of it feeling like some sort of obligation. 

Someone chose to love you. 

And you really, really liked that. 

By the time the clock hit 7, you felt butterflies swimming in your stomach. You knew you had nothing to be nervous about, but that didn’t stop your heart from beating far too fast and your face from keeping a constant blush. It didn’t help that you felt out of place dressed the way you were. 

You hadn’t had a reason to dress particularly nice since middle school, nor had you really had a desire to. When you’d pulled the nicest dress you owned out of your closet-a tight black dress that went to just above your knees and made you feel more than a little self conscious-the hanger had been covered in a thin layer of dust, as had the heels you decided to wear it with. The makeup on your face felt heavy, something you’d had to ask your mom for help with, and you coughed as you sprayed perfume straight into your mouth. You slipped the promise ring onto your finger and watched as it sparkled in your bedroom light.

When a knock on the door echoed through your living room at exactly 7:01 pm, you tugged the bottom of your dress down and walked over to the door, swinging the door open slowly. On the other side stood Steve, far better dressed than you had ever seen him, white button down and suit pants pressed smooth without a single wrinkle. He had a few of the buttons on his shirt undone for the fabric to fall open, revealing just enough of his chest to have you blushing. His hair, perfectly quaffed as always, fell into his eyes a bit, and a lovesick smile hid behind a large bouquet of roses. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.” You took the bouquet from him, letting out a soft laugh. 

“I think you’ve given me enough roses for one week.”

“Well, you said nobody had ever gotten you flowers for Valentine’s Day, so I figured I’d give you enough to make up for it.” You thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and left to put the new roses with the rest, and as you arranged them all to fit, you noticed that there were 18 roses, one for every Valentine’s Day you’d missed out on. You smiled.

After a quick goodbye to your parents, the two of you were on your way to wherever Steve planned to take you, heat on blast to try and counteract the bitter Indiana winter. When Steve pulled into the parking lot of Enzo’s, your heart sputtered.

“Enzo’s?”

“You said you’d never been, but you’d always wanted to go, so I figured I’d take you out to a nice dinner. You know, to make up for all the times nobody ever took you.” He seemed almost nervous, fidgeting in his seat while his hands tightened a bit on the gear shift as he put the car in park. A smile slowly found its way onto your face, and you leaned over the center console to press a kiss to his cheek. When you pulled away, you giggled at the lipstick mark now staining his skin, and he wiped it away with a blush on his cheeks. 

Dinner had been a bit of a culture shock. You weren’t used to anything this ‘high end’, the entire restaurant filled to capacity with couples dressed to the nines to celebrate the holiday. A few of them were around your age, but they ran in a social circle so far away from yours that you didn’t know any of their names. 

That night was how you found out you weren’t really one for ‘fine dining’, portions far too small for the outrageous prices listed on the menu. Regardless, you had enjoyed it, even though you much preferred the burgers at the fast food place a few minutes away from your house. It helped that Steve was great company, and by the end of the night you were wishing you didn’t have to go home. 

“You could always come stay the night with me.” Steve’s hand snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, mere inches away from your front door. “My parents are gone for the week. Again.”

You swatted at his shoulder when his face morphed into a suggestive smirk. 

“You know my dad would kill me.”

“Just don’t tell him.” The words were a whisper against your ear as he pressed a series of kisses to your cheek. “Just sneak out. I’ll move my car down the street so they don’t see me and everything.”

“Do you want me to never be able to see you again?” You let out a small laugh, gently pushing his head away from your face and neck. “If they find out I snuck out I will literally never be allowed to talk to you again.”

Steve put on an exaggerated pout, earning him an elbow to the side.

“Don’t give me that look, I’m serious.” Despite your scolding tone, the smile hadn’t dropped from your face. Steve held his hands up in surrender. 

“Fine, fine. But next time your parents are gone for the weekend you’re staying the night.” You let out a laugh and pressed a kiss to his lips, Steve chasing after you when you pulled away. 

“Goodnight, Steve. Thank you, for everything you did for me tonight.” He gave you another soft kiss as he smiled against your lips. 

“Can’t have my girl thinkin’ I’d just let her wallow on Valentine’s Day. I had to show you what you were missing.” His tone was borderline smug, and all you could do was kiss the smirk off his face. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” You’d said those words to him before, but somehow, this time, they held a little bit more weight to them. 

“I love you, too.” One more kiss. “You better go before your dad comes out here and chases me off.” Reluctantly, Steve began heading back to his car, flashing you a wave and a smile as you headed inside. 

Valentine’s Day was still overrated, but it was a bit more bearable when you had someone like Steve.

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[buckymorelikefuckme]

i ♡ caulk

inspired by a tweet i saw ages ago and have since lost rip.

steve rogers x bimbo reader

words: 2.3k

a/n: there is definitely an overuse of italics in this so i apologize in advance lol. any and all mistakes are my own! header made by me, and yes, graphic design is my passion, thanks for asking :') pls leave some feedback or come chat in my inbox!! ♡

part 2 ❀

The sound of high heels clacking against the concrete floor of the hardware store is more than a little unusual. Steve almost doesn’t register it at first, thinking maybe it’s part of the music playing overhead, but when the song changes and he still hears it, he glances up with a frown. He certainly isn’t expecting the sight that greets him.

The heels make perfect sense now. Steve’s eyes trail up from sparkly pink toenails showcased in strappy heels to, somehow, an even pinker flared mini skirt that is doing a fantastic job of showing off your legs, and a cropped fitted tee that reads MILF IN TRAINING across the front in, you guessed it, pink glittery letters. Everything about you is just… pink.

He doesn’t want to admit it aloud, let alone think it, because he tries not to judge based on appearance, but you look a little lost. Your doe-eyed gaze flits from one end of the store to the other, glossed lips pursed in thought.

Steve doesn’t mean to stare, honest, it’s just that you’re so dainty and bright in a way this dull, musty smelling hardware store isn’t. He doesn’t think he’s seen eyelashes that long before and he briefly wonders if they’re real. The tint to your cheeks definitely isn’t, but he thinks it's pretty regardless.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts; that’s not important. What is important is that he does his actual job and helps a customer who needs it.

He wipes his suddenly sweaty palms on his ugly, orange work apron and is about to make his way over to you, but you spot him before he can. A smile spreads across your shiny lips and you quickly walk to where Steve’s been restocking boxes of nails, your perfectly styled hair bouncing with each step. Or, well, he was restocking the nails, until he caught sight of you.

“Hi,” you say in a relieved tone. He opens his mouth to say hello in return, but you continue before he gets a chance. “Could you please show me your caulk?”

Steve chokes on nothing, a startled cough wheezing out of him. “I-I’m sorry, what? My what?”

You tilt your head curiously, brows pinching slightly in a frown. “Your caulk? You know, the like, long thingy with the sticky, white stuff inside? Gets hard as it dries…?”

The hand gestures you’re using do not help the heat from rushing to Steve’s cheeks or his blood pressure that is suddenly skyrocketing.

“I… Ma’am, I-I don’t think—” he starts sputtering until you cut him off again.

“I really need it,” you say, almost whining, cocking your hip as you begin to explain, “because, like—okay, so, my apartment is nice, right? I totally managed to snag one of the better ones, and my friend said that I wouldn’t be able to because it’s, like, impossible to get a good one in the building I’m in, but once I spoke to the landlord he was super sweet and let me choose whichever one I wanted. Isn’t that, like, so cute? But anyway, it could definitely be nicer, especially after I noticed that the caulking around the bathtub needs some serious retouching, so, like, that’s why I’m here.”

Steve blinks a couple times to process the rapid pace of sentences thrown at him, and when it finally registers, he nearly smacks his own forehead.

“Oh!” Relief floods him so quickly he nearly collapses. “Caulk, you need caulk.” He probably over enunciates the word, but Jesus Christ. “Wow, okay, that… that makes much more sense,” he says, shoulders relaxing as he lets out a sigh.

“What did you think I meant?” you ask in confusion.

His cheeks flush anew as he clears his throat. “Uh, nothing, it’s nothing. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the—the caulk.”

“Thank you so much,” you gush, smiling widely.

He checks that you’re still following probably too many times, considering the click-clacking of your heels is prominent behind him, but you only grin happily when you see him looking. He takes note of the stares from other men, even some women, and is curious if you notice them, too, or if you just don’t care. You certainly carry yourself with the utmost confidence, your head held high and shoulders set in a gentle, relaxed slope. Steve admires it and maybe even envies it a little.

Which isn’t to say that he lacks confidence. He just sometimes still feels like that scrawny kid he used to be.

He almost walks past the right section, having let his mind wander, but he’s quick to direct his feet to the shelves that hold what you’re searching for.

“Is there a specific brand you’re wanting, or…?” he trails off, cocking an eyebrow curiously.

“Whichever one is the best,” you say sweetly.

Steve grabs the brand he personally thinks is better than the others and hands it over with a polite smile.

“Do you need a caulk gun, too?” he asks.

You wave a dismissive hand. “Oh, no, I have a pink one at home.”

Somehow, that doesn’t surprise Steve in the slightest, but all he says is, “Great! Is there anything else I can help you with today?”

You get a twinkle in your eyes, your smile turning playful at the corners of your lips. It makes him squirm a little in a way he’s not entirely sure he hates, like the anticipation of your reply could make or break him, and he finds that he wouldn’t mind staying in your presence a little longer. Your response, though, gets cut off by a random man behind you.

“I could do a better job helpin’ you out, baby,” he says suggestively, not even attempting to hide his lust as he leers at you.

You spin on your heel in a flash, hair swishing around your shoulders and sending a rather pleasant waft of what’s either your shampoo or perfume in Steve’s direction. The short skirt you're wearing fans out with your spin as well, riding up almost dangerously high. Your grin is now sharp, edgy, and your eyes are piercing in a way they haven’t been in the brief moments Steve has been around you, and he takes a cautious step back.

“First of all, worry about helping yourself with that receding hairline you’re sporting, big guy. Second of all, we weren’t talking to you, so you should mind your business. And lastly, if you ever speak to me again I’ll have this nice man beside me show me where the chainsaws are and I’ll chop off your fucking dick. M’kay?”

The man scoffs. “Bitch,” he grumbles under his breath.

Steve frowns and is about to tell him off for calling a lady a bitch, but you giggle and he stops in surprise.

“Takes one to know one, baby.” Your tone is mocking yet deceptively sweet as you give him an obvious once over. “I can see that ugly silver band on your left ring finger,” you note with a cute wrinkle of your nose, “so why don’t you get the rest of the shit on your honey-do list and head home to your, undoubtedly, extremely unsatisfied wife and leave other women alone.”

A snort of laughter sneaks out of Steve before he can stop it. The man, now red in the face, huffs before stomping away, wisely choosing not to say anything else.

“Tell her to call me if she ever needs a girl’s day!” you sing-song to his retreating back, smiling in satisfaction when his shoulders hunch higher and his pace picks up.

Steve is biting back his own smile, but his inner old man shoves his way to the forefront of his mind and demands to offer unsolicited advice.

“You know, you ought to be careful,” he advises. “Some guys won’t just walk away like that.”

You seem both amused and touched by his concern. “I can take care of myself,” you assure, flicking your hair, adding, “Plus, I have, like, a gazillion self defense keychains.”

You reach into your purse and pull them out, each one of them pink, sparkly, or leopard print, clinking noisily against each other. You pick out a specific one that looks like a castle, putting your fingers into the holes and holding it up for Steve to see.

“This one is like, super stabby,” you explain.

“The tips definitely look sharp,” he concedes, taking note of all the other defenses held together in your small hand.

Part of him wonders if you’ve ever used any of them, but a larger part of him sincerely hopes you haven’t. He clears his throat.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help with anything else.”

He pastes on a polite smile and takes one last look at you, sighing wistfully internally, then heads back to finishing restocking boxes of nails. He’s hoping the monotony of the repetitive task will bring him back down to earth after such an interesting altercation.

You’re certainly a bundle of contradictions. Your appearance is all pink and sparkles and ruffles galore. Anyone giving you a passing glance would think like Steve did at first.

I doubt there’s much going on in that pretty, little head.

Of course, Steve feels guilty now. He should know better—not only because his Momma raised him right, but because people also make assumptions about him and his appearance too. Over six feet tall, broad shoulders, big muscles… He’s definitely had to deal with his share of rude people. However, he doubts any of his encounters hold a candle to yours.

He sighs to himself as he grabs the last of the boxes and places them neatly on the shelf. If he’d been braver, he would have asked you out. You’re very beautiful; kind of like a fairy or a princess, or… something. Definitely something like that. Damn. He really screwed the pooch on this one.

“Excuse me?”

Steve stills, heart picking up pace as he turns to see you smiling up at him. You’ve got a plastic bag with the store’s tacky logo on it resting in the crook of your elbow with your purchase inside.

“Yes?” he croaks. He coughs lightly and hopes his ears aren’t as red as they feel. “Did you need something else?”

You cock your hip again, twirling some of your hair around your finger, looking at him through your lashes.

“Yes,” you pout. “I was wondering if you knew where I could find this guy.” Steve’s stomach drops to his toes. “He’s got these like, stupidly pretty blue eyes, a very attractive beard, sandy blonde hair I can’t wait to sink my fingers into, and he’s about this tall.” You bite your lip as you step closer and hold your hand up, measuring Steve’s height with it. He gets another whiff of that tantalizing scent coming off of you and it kicks his heart right back into overdrive.

“What… What did you need him for exactly?” he asks carefully.

You drop your hand as you hum in thought. “Well, I thought we’d start with a date, but I’m open to almost anything,” you say, your smile turning sly.

“Oh,” he says faintly. “I, uh. I think he’d be okay with that.”

You giggle and fuck, he wants to hear that again.

“Good,” you reply as you tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Just for clarification’s sake,” Steve rushes out, “we’re talking about me, right?”

You let out more giggles (oh god) and cover your mouth with your tiny hand and Steve melts. He feels his own lips stretching into a grin, chest fluttering.

“Of course, you silly billy.” You’re still smiling as you reach into your purse, rummaging around and extracting a pen with feathers on the end of it and a tiny, glittery notebook. You scribble something down and rip the piece of paper out. “Call me?” you ask as you hand it over.

“Absolutely,” he replies, not believing his luck, staring at the numbers on the paper.

You reach up to tap on his name tag. “Oh, and Steve?”

His eyes are now glued to where your pink nails have trailed down to teasingly swipe back and forth on his pec. He’s pretty sure he mumbles something back to show he’s listening, but who knows, really. You lean in even closer, pressing up on your tip-toes.

“You can treat me like a lady and still fuck me on the first date,” you whisper, your warm breath fanning out across his ear and sending a shiver down his spine. When you pull back to meet his unfocused gaze, you’re smirking. “M’kay?”

He swallows thickly. “‘Kay,” he replies.

You tilt your head and stare at different parts of his face, biting your lip. Steve lets you, terrified to move, otherwise you might say gotcha! and take off. You sigh dreamily and give him a glossy kiss on the cheek. Then you boop him on the nose and step back.

“Ugh, you’re so cute. This is gonna be like, so much fun. I can tell.” He nods dumbly in agreement. “Don’t forget to call me, okay? I’ll be really, really sad if you don’t.”

With a beaming grin and wave, you spin on your heels and sashay away.

“Bye,” he says to the fading sound of your clacking heels, feeling bowled over and utterly lost, but knowing he’d be a fucking idiot to not call you.

With that thought in mind, he digs his phone out of his pocket, never mind the fact that he’s still on the clock and is technically not supposed to have his phone out, and dials your number. He double checks (and triple checks) he’s put it in right, then hits the call button. You answer on the third ring.

“Hello?”

Steve is pretty sure he can hear how you’re smiling smugly to yourself.

“So… Are you free tonight?”

“For you? I’m free whenever, handsome.”

#steve rogers fic #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #bimbo reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

[nanamiya3]

toji and a germaphobe!!

toji x gn reader - mentions of killing ppl bc toji is big and mean and scary - pet names (darling, baby) - reader is a germaphobe/has a fear of contamination - fluffffff - wc. 2.6k

nature documentary toji is back i will never stop pushing this agenda. also i love toji sm but i just know he is a slob lolol (i found this in my notes app from like a year ago pls enjoy)

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Bachelor Toji’s apartment is littered with unwashed dishes, rumpled bedsheets, and old boxes of takeout. He’s never learned how to clean—having grown up in the Zen’in clan meant there was always someone picking up after him, even with how horribly they treated him—and he was always a little too wild to care about looking prim and proper. Now that Toji’s on his own, he’s too busy taking jobs to spend much time at home anyways. The mess and grime don’t bother him since he’s only really home on the rare occasion to sleep and fuck, and the lack of sanitation certainly doesn’t bother his conquests, who are usually too lost in Toji to get lost in the clutter.

But then, he starts dating you.

As a Grade A germaphobe, you nearly faint when you walk into Toji’s apartment for the first time. You’re nothing short of shocked, springing into action immediately: rushing to pull aside the curtains to let light in, opening up the windows to air out the area, picking the clothes off his couch, straightening up the animal figurines on the bookshelf. You’re chewing on your bottom lip, wondering how Toji’s been living like this while the man in question just watches your lip disappear between your teeth, again and again.

Toji thinks he might be going insane, because he keeps feeling weird things when he’s around you. For starters, he feels embarrassed right now, concerned about your reaction to his apartment. He’s never given the mess in his apartment much thought, but right now you’re giving him the weird urge to clean, to make you think highly of him. But Toji thinks this all stems from the weirdest fact of all: the fact that he’s crazy about you.

Toji’s never wanted to actually stay with someone before—his life has always been a string of casual hookups, and that was how he preferred it. With you though, his mind turns to mush, and he thinks he’d do anything you asked. When Toji first saw you at the old dive bar downtown, he knew he wanted you next, beginning his incessant flirting and using the rugged look he always had after a week-long job to his advantage. You’d fallen for his tricks—the good ones always do—but politely declined his invitation to spend the night, looking flustered but staying firm. Normally, Toji would have just cut his losses and went home, waiting for the wire transfer to hit his account while browsing through the Nature channel for any new documentaries. But something inside Toji kept him there, nodding off the rejection, flashing you an unfair smile while murmuring “ ‘s all right darlin’ ” and continuing to charm you. And then, at the end of the night, Toji surprised himself: before walking off, he gave you his phone number. This time, unlike all the other times, Toji pulled out his real phone—not the latest cheap burner phone in his pocket he’d received for his most recent job, but his personal phone—and opened up the contacts app, showing you his full name and phone number. You’d typed his information into your own phone, sending him a small “hi!” to confirm it worked. And when Toji looked down at his messages app and saw your cute little text floating among all the other threads of inquiries into his… services, he felt an odd kick in his heart.

So, now you’re in Toji’s apartment a few weeks later, and this trained killer is feeling… ashamed? Yes, he admits to himself, he is ashamed of his cleanliness (or lack thereof) and would like to clean up his apartment before you start trying to do his laundry.

“Do you have gloves anywhere?” You ask him, surveying his kitchen with your hands on your hips.

“Err….” Toji’s trying to rack his brain for the last time he wore gloves - maybe the time he was sent to Osaka to kill a man and didn’t want blood under his nails; maybe the time he robbed a safe and didn’t want to leave any prints behind; maybe the time he—

Toji coughs, a twinge of embarrassment running through his body. “No, darlin’. Don’t think I’ve got any gloves here.”

“Hmm..” You’re chewing on your lip again, and Toji watches like a lost dog. “I really want to get this apartment clean, but I’m kind of particular about what touches my skin. Do you know where your cleaning supplies are?”

“Uhh…” Toji‘s now trying to think of the last time he cleaned in his apartment - maybe the time he threw away one of the moldy boxes of rice in his fridge; maybe the time he took out the trash and recycling (the recycling bin contained more trash than the actual trash bin); maybe the time he—

No, you asked about cleaning supplies, Toji reminds himself. Toji wasn’t using actual cleaning supplies in any of those examples, he was just throwing shit away. In fact, Toji’s not even sure if he has cleaning supplies.

“Well…” Toji clears his throat. “Think there might be somethin’ under that sink there, remember seein’ some bleach or somethin’ after signin’ my lease.”

The two of you peer underneath the kitchen sink, a single bottle of Ajax greeting your hopeful stares.

Yeah. Toji is feeling real fucking embarrassed right now.

“… Never really learned how t’clean,” Toji mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “… We could go out n buy the good stuff… Just need ya t’point it out f’me.”

You nod quickly, clasping your hands in front of your chest. “Great! That would be amazing,” you chirp, bright smile on your face.

So, Toji walks you down to the market on the corner of the street, watching diligently as you point out the different types of cleaners used on different surfaces, the various brushes and sponges he might want for scrubbing dishes and toilets and whatnot. He listens intently as you explain which disinfectant wipes are most reliable, the detergents you prefer, and the technology behind the available vacuums.

“—and I prefer these gloves, since they’re less rough than some other brands. They’re also soft on the skin and don’t tear easily, and the fact that they’re a solid color makes me feel more reassured than a clear model.. Something about clear gloves makes me feel like they don’t actually prevent germs, and then I think my hands are contaminated, even though I know they’re not—” You ramble on, motioning to the packs of gloves on the shelf.

When the two of you finally walk out of the store, Toji’s arms are decorated with three bags of cleaning supplies and you’re both marching back to Toji’s apartment with a renewed vigor.

You and Toji get to work immediately - you list off orders and Toji follows them to the T. The gloves end up being too small for Toji, so you make him swear to wash his hands after touching anything remotely dirty, your fear of contamination causing your mind to spiral at the idea of Toji’s hands tracking bacteria over things you’d then unwittingly touch.

As Toji deep cleans his apartment with your help, he learns cleaning techniques he’s never even heard of before. For example, Toji had never thought to clean his dishwasher, assuming it was just one of those things that would always be clean. When you show Toji how to combine vinegar and baking soda to clean out the pipes in his bathroom, he looks downright fascinated—like every 8th grader after seeing their science teacher perform the vinegar-baking soda experiment. And, when you explain each of the settings on his washer and dryer unit, Toji is completely in awe of the technology at his fingertips—really? His washing machine lets you pick the water temperature? And it has a special setting for blankets and bedsheets?

Toji also makes a few important revelations about garbage disposal. He’s about to toss the bag of trash down the recycling chute when you stop him, small hand gripping his wrist urgently. You tug his arm with the trash away from the recycling, quickly teaching him the difference between trash and recycling by listing off the items that can be recycled: paper, cardboard, plastic bottles, etc… Pointing to the different trash chutes, you single out the ones dedicated to recyclable materials: there’s the compost area, a glass drop-off bin, the plastic bottle chute, a box for bottle caps, the cavernous channel for cardboard…. And during your rushed lecture, Toji listens to every word, a focused look on his face as he reads the labels and signs organizing the garbage disposal room.

A few weeks later, Toji will go out and buy extra garbage bins for his apartment, sticking labels on the collection bins and scribbling down the intended category of waste. You’ll be shocked when you find the organized garbage system in Toji’s kitchen, a warm bloom of pride striking your chest. For now though, he promises to differentiate between his trash and recycling and to divide up his recyclables into even smaller and more differentiated piles.

After a long day of cleaning is finished and three loads of laundry have been thoroughly laundered, Toji’s apartment looks amazing and he considers himself a changed man. His Planet Earth DVDs have been dusted, the kitchen sink is empty, the six-month old burger in the back of his fridge has been disposed of, and his bathroom smells suspiciously…. good? He’s extremely proud of himself for how hard he worked today—seriously, he’s taken jobs easier than this—and to celebrate, the two of you pick up some ice cream and share it over a documentary about lizards.

When you officially move in a few months later, traces of your influence become visible in every room. First, your candles start popping up in all odd places: one on the bookshelf, three sitting in the kitchen, another on the nightstand, a few in the bathroom, and two in the living room. Toji loves it because the sweet fragrance reminds him of you, and it’s certainly much better than the thick, stale air he used to live in. Then, you teach Toji how to cook, so when dinnertime hits, the apartment starts smelling more like stir-fried veggies and fresh cooked rice. The fridge is now routinely stocked and cleaned, and Toji is still amazed every time he opens up the door and finds very fresh, very not moldy fruit. His weapons are also now sorted and organized: the linen closet across your bedroom now houses Toji’s… job equipment. Before, the closet held half unraveled toilet paper rolls, so you consider it a marginal improvement. At least this way, you won’t shock yourself half to death after pulling open the cutlery drawer and finding a dagger next to the knives.

~

life with Toji! little sequences :)

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The first time Toji coughs into his hands in front of you, you gape at him, looking like you’re about to faint. You usher him into the bathroom quickly, making him wash his hands as you demonstrate how to cough into your elbow. He watches intently, drying off his hands and copying the way you bend your arm and bring it up to your face. You nod excitedly, exclaiming, “Yup! That’s perfect!” as a smile spreads across his face, happy to have learned something new.

~

When Toji first sees you wearing gloves while using the vacuum, he’s a little confused - is the vacuum contaminated as well? He decides it must be important to you, so he doesn’t question it, instead asking if you’d prefer he also wear gloves when he uses the vacuum. You’re chewing on your lip nervously, and Toji tugs on your chin gently to stop you from digging into the skin any harder. While you don’t want your own rules about contamination to impose on Toji’s life, you do think it would put you at ease to know that the apartment’s safe from cross-contamination with the vacuum.

So, you mumble out that you’d prefer if Toji either wore gloves while dealing with the vacuum and discarded the gloves before touching anything else or if he washed his hands immediately after using the vacuum. Toji doesn’t make any of the invalidating comments you’ve learned to expect— “The vacuum is perfectly fine, you’re overreacting” or “I’m not doing all that because you think you’ll get sick or something” —instead he just nods, murmuring “of course baby,” understanding written all over his face.

And that alone makes you heave a small sigh of relief. You’re not sure why or how to describe it, but something about touching the vacuum causes your mind to spiral over the potential contact with the dirt and grime collected inside the machine. Since you’re pretty sure scrubbing the thing with hot water and soap would probably cause some sort of malfunction within the wiring, you suffice with gloves and hand soap. Knowing that Toji will help you in your efforts to reduce contact and contamination with the vacuum puts you at ease, thankful for his easygoing manner.

~

The first time Toji tries to kiss you, you freak out. Something about the idea of someone else’s spit mixing with your own makes you shudder, and not in a good way. He’d leaned in, you’d immediately covered your face with your hands, and the silence in the room became deafening. You started to apologize, stumbling over your words as you tried to explain your aversion to “bodily fluids,” and Toji nodded, reassuring you that it was okay—he would wait as long as you needed. You honestly think you might never get over your fear of kissing, but then you kiss Toji for the first time just to get it over with and you’re absolutely melting into him. Your face is on fire as you pull away, but Toji doesn’t let you reel back too far before tugging you in for seconds. He eases you into kissing slowly, letting you get used to the sensation of small, closed-mouth kisses before gradually adding in tongue. And with someone like Toji as your partner, you soon find yourself worrying less about the exponential transfer of bacteria and more about when the next transfer will occur.

~

Toji’s just finishing up a job, wiping the muzzle of his gun against his shirt as he scans his surroundings. He sighs when he realizes he’s going to need to move the body, muttering under his breath about bacteria and filth as he roughly drags his target away. He checks underneath his fingernails for any traces of dirt or blood once he’s back out on the street, pulling out the travel-size hand sanitizer you gifted him to clean off his hands. Toji plans to head straight home to you, so to prevent any worrying on your part about contamination or germs, he massages the sweet-scented anti-bacterial gel into his skin. When he does get home though, grinning at how much of you he can sense in his apartment, he washes his hands again, changing into clean clothes before helping you with dinner.

~

Toji’s so grateful to you for being so patient and teaching him so much about taking care of himself. He proudly considers himself a changed man, surprising you by wrapping his loving arms around you whenever possible and relishing in the way you squeak in surprise. He! Loves! You! So! Much!!

—

your honor, this is not weaponized incompetence. he’s just incompetent.

#jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk toji #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #jujutsu toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji x you #toji jjk #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro jjk #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fushiguro jujutsu kaisen #toji fic #jjk x you

[differenteagletragedy]

Our Life Swap AU! A follow-up to Baxter, your best friend and childhood neighbor, confessing his love for yooooou :)

The first time you met Baxter was on the beach by your house. You were eight years old, on summer vacation with nothing to do, and a walk to the shore changed your life forever.

Now, 15 years later, you'd shared your very first kiss in the ocean after at least a decade of pining for each other.

Considering how long you'd waited to share your feelings, it just sort of made sense that once you did, everything else would quickly fall into place.

The next morning, you woke up in Baxter's bed instead of the one in the guest room. He was still sleeping, his arms wrapped tight around you and his chin resting on your shoulder. You didn't move -- you were perfectly content to lie there like that for the foreseeable future.

Eventually he stirred, pulling you even closer before his eyes opened. When he saw you there, he smiled.

"I love you," he said groggily, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You'd shared the words plenty of times with each other over the years, but soon after he'd kissed you the night before, he said them for the first time with new meaning. And since then, it seemed like he couldn't stop saying them.

After you told him that you loved him too, his smile widened. You thought he'd tell you that he loved you more, which was a fun little fight you'd gotten into a few times over the course of the night before, but he switched up the script this time.

"Marry me."

Your eyes widened, and you pulled back to look at him. He always teased you, and you didn't think he'd joke about something like that, but then again you'd only been together for about 12 hours.

"Shut up," you laughed, lightly shoving his shoulder. If he was just teasing, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself by taking it seriously.

He wasn't quite frozen after that, but you knew him well enough to see that he was surprised that the words had come out of his mouth. He didn't say anything, but he stared at you. You stared back, trying to figure out what to make of all this.

Finally, he settled back down next to you, never breaking his stare, and said, "I didn't quite mean to ask that question like this, I'd pictured something much more grand. But that is what I want. To marry you. And now that we're here like this, I'm having trouble imagining a more perfect place."

"Are you serious?"

"Very," he said, grinning once again. "In fact ..."

He pulled away from you and leaned over to his nightstand. After a moment of rummaging around, he grabbed something and laid back down.

When he showed you his hand, you saw he held a small black ring box.

You looked back up at him, and he opened the box, showing you the sparkly ring it held. You'd never talked to him about jewelry, not that you remembered, but it looked like something you'd pick out for yourself. It was beautiful.

Baxter could tell that you were having trouble finding words, so he decided to talk instead.

"I got this a while ago," he admitted. "It's been perhaps a year now? I started looking around before, in college, for what I thought suited you best, and shortly after I started working I found it." He paused, then quietly added, "I do understand that it may be a bit odd, to buy an engagement ring for someone you're not even dating, but --"

"It's wonderful," you told him, your desire to encourage him giving you back your voice. "I just can't believe ... you really thought about marrying me for that long?"

He smirked, gave you a quick kiss, then said "All my life."

You held your left hand to him, telling him, "Me too."

With an amount of reverence you didn't think you'd ever seen from him, he pulled the ring out of the box, kissed your hand, then slipped it on your finger.

He marveled at it a bit, lovingly stroking your hand and looking at the ring. You let him, savoring the sweet moment. Then, so quiet you barely heard him, he said, "It's strange."

"What is?"

"It's just that for most of my life, you've been my main source of happiness. My own personal ray of sunshine. Truth be told, in my most melancholy moments, I've wondered if I would have survived my parents' home if I hadn't known you were there, right across the street, my safe haven."

Your heart ached for what you knew he'd been through as a child, it always had. You let go of his hand to wrap your arms around him.

"What's strange is that you've always made me so incredibly happy," he continued, nuzzling against your neck. "Being with you has always been pure bliss. But now," he paused for another kiss, "I do believe I'm so happy I may burst."

"Aww, don't do that," you told him, stroking his hair. "If you burst then who will plan the wedding?"

He met your eyes, and a devilish grin appeared for the first time that morning.

"You're right," he said. "I do have several ideas for that."

#our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life #olba #our life baxter #baxter x mc #baxter x reader #baxter x you #baxter ward x you #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward x mc #our life swap au

[yuken-gf]

hair tie // yuken x reader

Genre: fluffy, high school, enemies to lovers (?)

Pairing: Yuken x fem!reader

Summary: Borrowing your hair tie is Yuken's daily routine.

Words count: 1257

TW: blood, wounds, slight capitalism (?), harsh words, yuken is annoyingly cute ugh😮‍💨😒

NOTES: English isn’t my first language, and this hasn’t been proofread yet. I’m sorry if there are any grammatical error(s).

🩹🩹🩹

“I’m starting to think that you’re actually collecting my hair ties, Yuken.” You sighed. It’s about the fifth time this week Yuken asked to borrow your hair tie. It never came back to you! He just lost it by accident!

“He is.” Sachio nods. “He—”

“No, I’m not!” Yuken is very quick to respond, it’s almost like he knew what Sachio was going to say.

“One time you lost it, that’s normal. Two times you lost it? Still normal for me. But this is the fifth time, Yuken. Fifth time.” You shook your head in disbelief. Looking up and down at Yuken who’s standing right in front of you.

“I really lost it. Come on, tomorrow we have a fight.” Yuken is frustrated. It’s so entertaining for Sachio.

“Can I come?” You asked, eyes sparkling. 

“Absolutely not.” Sachio and Yuken are in sync. They’re staring at you now.

“Damn.” You giggled.

“Give me your hair tie.” Yuken said again.

“Why do you need it so much?” You asked him. Sachio knows. Everybody knows. You, however, are dumb enough to be so oblivious about it.

“Come on, I’ll use it as my lucky charm.” Yuken is still begging.

Sachio watches you both, holding his smile because you and Yuken are so silly and cute at the same time. The dynamic is so weird but perfectly acceptable. It’s like the universe agree on you and Yuken.

“Why would you even need a lucky charm?” You hand him two new hair ties. You know that he’s going to ask for hair tie again today.

“It’s a lucky charm. Give me that one,” Yuken points at the hair tie that you’re wearing right now.

“Ha?” You are genuinely confused. “This old one?” You pull it from your hair and show the loose and used hair tie to him.

“Yeah. Give me that one.” Yuken smiles.

“Weird ass kink.” You sighed, handing the hair tie to Yuken. “Make sure you win, then.”

“Of course.” Yuken looks so happy. “See you tomorrow, Y/N! Thank you.” He waves at you.

“See you, Y/N.” Sachio is also waving at you.

“Kick some ass.” You smile at them, waving back.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Yuken laughed.

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Y/N is peacefully enjoying her afternoon in her balcony. She bought an ice cream when she was walking home. Now, it is time to enjoy the view with some  ice cream. The peace wasn’t long though!

Y/N saw Yuken who’s walking to her house. “The fuck?” You narrowed your eyes, unsure if it’s Yuken or not. He stares back at you; his face is swollen and pretty much wounded from the fight he had earlier.

“You look like shit, Yuken!” You shouted from your balcony.

“Thank you! I know I’m hot!” Yuken shouted back before one of Y/N’s maid let him in. You just shook at his reply.

You grabbed the nearest medicine box and wait for Yuken in your room. Took him not so long, he opens your bedroom door and smiles widely. “You’re going to wait until I finish my ice cream.” You put a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. 

He closed the door, “Give me some.” Yuken is about to grab the spoon but you’re fast enough to avoid him. “Give me some, Y/N!”

You are still standing up, you walk to him and feed him half a spoon of ice cream because you’re feeling generous. “Why are you still in your uniform?” Yuken asked after swallowing the ice cream.

“For the afterschool vibes, to be honest.” You admitted. “Did you win?”

“Yes, we won.” Yuken smiles. “Thanks to the lucky charm.”

You finished the ice cream by feeding the last spoon to Yuken. “Good boy.” You acted like you praise a baby. Or dog.

You bring your medicine box and place it on the bed, next to where he sits. You began to untie his hair, about to redo it because you’re not sure you’ll survive with his messy hair. He looks a little too good.

“What are you doing?” Yuken whines.

“Restyling your hair, dumbass.” You tie his hair with your old hair tie a.k.a. his lucky charm. “Take off your damn glasses.”

“I have more rizz with it.” He complains but still taking it off anyway.

You look down on him and tilt his chin up with your fingers gently, “You have more rizz without it.”

Yuken swears he almost lost it there. His heart is pounding too fast, he feels like he’s going to die right now. “I’ll take it off more often when you’re around then.” He giggles, covering his nervousness.

“You’re so in love with me.” You smile and begin to clean his wounds. You cursed inside your head, how on earth did someone manage to look extremely good and hot after got beaten up by some gang? Or is it just you who’s sick in the head?

Yuken laughs, “And if I am?” He pulls you closer by hugging your waist.

“Do I really have that kind of rizz?” You joke.

“Ultimate w rizz, Y/N. Even the girls are in love with you.” Yuken squinted his eyes a little when you dab a little too hard on his wound. He’s looking down when you prepare for the iodine, he laughs at the length of your skirt. “Are the teachers are still calling you out for that thigh-length skirt?”

“You know, I just shut them up by giving some charity money for the school.” You admitted your capitalism situation. Your parents work in another continent, money is flooding but they’re never home.

“You’re insane.” Yuken laughed. You slightly forced his head to look up again so you can give his wounds some iodine. You do it slowly this time, want to take the time to enjoy the view.

“The only thing that get me insane is you.” You are still focusing on his wounds, not realizing the poor guy who is dumbfounded right now. You put on some band-aids to the small but deep wounds that are most likely take times to heal.

“Why am I making you insane?” Yuken asked. Still holding your waist, pulling you closer to him. His right hand is reaching out for your right hand and kiss it while holding eye contacts with you. 

I am not your strongest soldier, Y/N is having an internal screaming.

“Ask yourself.” You gave him a few head pats. You tidy up the tools you use to clean up his wounds and put it back into the emergency medicine box. You can see from the tail of your eye that he’s looking at you intensely.

You didn’t know where did you got the courage for doing this, but you walked to him, side hug him, and place a sweet kiss on the top of his head. When I tell you he’s blushing mess.

You really drive him insane.

“You smell like boys, Yuken. Take a shower when you got home.” You said, tapping the tip of his nose.

“I hate you.” Yuken laughed.

“Feeling’s mutual, bitch.”

“We’re dating then.” Yuken smiles.

“You’re so unserious.” You rolled your eyes. Yuken finally stood up, he’s towering you now. He stares at you, you stare back obviously. No one is willing to give up. 

“You look so fucking beautiful.” Yuken caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“I know.” You held yourself together. You don’t want to lose this game.

“Date me, Y/N.” Yuken sounds serious. “I can be your slave.”

“Hmm... great offer.” You act like you’re thinking about it, “Deal.”

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Love, Yoa

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#odajima yuken #high&low #yuken high&low #yuken x reader #yuken high&low x reader #high&low fluff #high&low x reader

[mafiasliege]

I dare you to let me go

(This is part 1 of my Jameson x Avery/angst fanfiction. I love Avery and Jameson but there's little to no angst fics of them so I'm writing this. Also, like I said, I'm an Avery defender but I'm tired of reading all the fics out there where it's all Jamie in the wrong. So anyway I'm done ranting, enjoy reading!)

JAMESON

Jameson was greeted with a cool breeze as he stepped outside the elevator into the foyer of the top floor of the building. It'd been quite some time since Avery started her own foundation named after her mother, but she didn't get a building for it until a while ago, which explained the unnatural shine of the place that only new things had. Like putting on a brand new fake smile.

Like right now.

Once upon a time, Avery had made Jameson forget what fake-smiling felt like. Every smile was real.

But that was a long time ago. Now it was only a fading memory he wanted and, at the same time, didn't, want to forget. He clutched the take-out bag tighter, as if they'd slip out of his hand due to how lost in thought he was.

You're fine. You're totally fine.

He didn't snap out of it until he got to Avery's office and knocked lightly. It was always very quiet on the top floor. Only the directors, Grayson, and Avery were allowed up here, the floors down below had the same loud chatter any other business building had. Avery's introverted side was one of the few things that stayed consistent over the years.

"Come in!" Avery yelled. Jameson stepped inside and saw her- face hidden behind the laptop screen, desk clad in papers, and empty coffee mugs- and sat on the chair infront of her. He plunked down the take-out bag from Avery's favourite restaurant.

"Oh thank you, Jameson. You didn't have to come all the way here though, you could've just sent it here with someone" she said, with what seemed like genuine gratefulness.

"I could've, but that would've marked the 12th meal this week that you hadn't had at home."

He said and smiled. He smiled now like he used to when he met Avery for the first time. Not that she noticed. How could she with all that work hogging her mind?

"I know, and I'm sorry. I've been too occupied. Turns out there's a whole pile of public proposals we hadn't received. Now I have to-" she carried on ranting while opening the take-out box. Jameson just listened to her fondly while eating too. He loved this side of her.

And yet.

And yet he felt so far away from her, like there was this massive, sprawling distance between them. When had it become like this?

Stop. Stop thinking about it. You're fine.

After they were done eating, Jameson pulled out a card and kept it on her desk.

"I brought this for someone turning 22 tomorrow. Have you seen her?" He said in a playful tone.

"I might have." Just as she was about to pick it up, Avery got a call and had to go to the floor below. She gave him a perfunctory kiss and ran left.

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"This has to be the most romantic rooftop dinner plan ever," said Lyra. Although the newest addition to the Hawthorne family, Grayson's girlfriend Lyra Kane had grown on them all a lot in the last few years. He wouldn't admit it, but he really liked being family friends frenemies with her. She was infuriating, in a good way, just like Grayson. Perhaps that's why they got together in the first place.

The rooftop; complete with glowing fairy lights, roses everywhere, Avery's favourite cuisine, and wine, of course; was missing one thing- one person. His riddle for her had been fairly simple, too simple for her. She should've been out of work and here by now.

She'll come.

"You got her palm fruit?" Lyra asked, slightly weirded out, "nice. After eating the palm fruit, maybe she'll let you palm her-"

"Stop right there" Jameson held up a finger and gave her a look.

"Alright. No palm fruit puns for you. See you tomorrow. Have fun!" she drawled dramatically as she climbed down the ladder back into the house.

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12:18.

It was 12:18 am. 18 minutes past midnight and over four hours past the time Avery was supposed to come.

Maybe she's stuck in traffic, he thought as he drowned the rest of his wine. After everything was ready, he started drinking a little to pass the time. He was used to waiting for Avery by now. The unopened wine bottle was a great vintage, Avery liked it a lot. He had brought it up there unopened, now it was almost empty.

"Hey," came a low, sweet voice. Avery's voice would've sounded sweeter in that moment. Unfortunately, though, it wasn't her.

"Avery texted. She had to fly to New York. She can't come back in time. I'm sorry."

She isn't coming.

The realisation hit him like a kick in the gut. Jameson sighed. "You're leaving something out, Lyra, and I'm way too drunk and way too tired to guess what it is. Spill."

"She told me she's going to make it up to you."

Ah, well.

She may as well have told him pigs can fly.

That's how much of a lie it was. Just another formality. How many times had she said it before?

"Why'd you get Avery palm fruit anyway?" She asked, trying to change the subject.

"She loved it on our last trip to Indonesia"

"Four years ago" she said, no, whispered it, "that was over four years ago. You know, when you actually spent time together."

She stared at him silently while he was searching for an answer. She wasn't wrong. Everyone knew that recently his relationship with avery had been… dry, Lyra just had the guts to say it, unlike his brothers.

"I'm fine. We're totally fine." He finally said, got up and started climbing down the ladder.

"Okay. Sure. Keep lying to yourself. But tell me this, how many times have you had your heart broken over the last five years?"

Jameson swallowed.

"I don't know."

#tig fanfic #averyjameson #jameson x avery #the inheritance games #the grandest game #tig #jameson hawthorne #avery grambs #the brothers hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne

[imaginedanvrs]

encrypted relations

part 3 l masterlist

summary: yelena belova x reader. when natasha takes you under her wing, she becomes like family, and the last thing you want is to lose that. but when you meet her younger sister who you know is off limits, you have to decide between what you really want and hope for minimal damage

word count: 3k

warnings: alcohol consumption, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), praise, past abusive relationship

Yelena had been in New York for little over two months when you finally got to go to a bar with her. You had been intending to go practically right from the night you met, but you often ended up being sidetracked with other tasks that demanded your attention or got too comfortable staying in on the nights you were all free. You had intended to meet there with Kate but at the last minute Lucky had helped himself to the box of chocolates Kate had left on the side and had to take him to the vet to put her worries at ease. She had insisted to you that you and Yelena still go, something you were thankful you didn’t object to once you saw the blonde sitting at the bar. 

  She wore an AC/DC tee that was ripped in certain places to give you a peak of the skin underneath under a jet black blazer and matching jeans. Her hair was up in a high ponytail that accelerated her sharp jawline and eye makeup that made her gaze on you feel more intense than usual, though that might have also been down to the fact she was undeniably eyeing you up and down. You needed a drink asap. 

  You named your favourite cocktail to the familiar bartender as soon as you sat down. “Don’t you ever get tired of that paint thinner?” You asked the Russian as you noted the shot of vodka in front of her. 

  “Make it two,” she said to the bartender in response. “It gets the job done,” she shrugged. 

  “I can’t imagine you ever being hammered,” you stated. 

  “And you never will,” she replied simply. 

  “We’ll see,” you challenged as your drinks were placed down in front of you both. You already had a tab open with the bar. 

  You took a sip of your drink as Yelena downed her shot without the slightest hint of a wince. “Is there anything you’re not good at?”

  “I have yet to find anything,” she stated with an arrogance you couldn’t not find attractive. 

  “So what’s the plan after all this? With the widows, I mean.” Yelena took a moment to think, making you consider whether or not it was something she had actually let herself plan for yet.  

  “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “I don’t know what I want to do.”

  “Just as long as you’ve got a dog,” you remembered. Yelena’s face brightened at the comment. 

  “Yeah.”

  “Kate wants to be a private investigator, I could see you doing that too,” you said honestly. “That or a bounty hunter.” 

  “I think I want to stay here,” Yelena decided. It was a decision you could definitely get behind. You enjoyed spending time with the blonde and you knew you would miss her when she went. “Do you want to stay with S.H.I.E.L.D forever?” Yelena asked as you took another sip of your drink. 

  “I don’t know about forever but at least for a little while. I’m not sure what else I could do,” you shrugged. “Besides, apparently all of my friends are sticking around for a while.” You smiled over your drink as you took another sip, watching Yelena’s cat-like eyes meet yours. 

  “And what would you do without them watching your back for deadly assassins?” She quipped. 

  “I don’t mind when the assassins are cute,” you said far too quickly. Oh god the alcohol was already kicking in but the smirk on Yelena’s face made it impossible for you to worry. You probably should have, because four drinks in and your filter was growing weaker with every sip. You weren’t drunk, just quite tipsy, though the alcohol was having a similar effect on the blonde who became more bold than usual. 

  The bar had grown more busy in the time the pair of you had been there and although it wasn’t crowded, there was still enough of a buzz that you and Yelena kept having to move closer to one another to converse. At one point, Yelena leant forwards and put her hand on your thigh to steady herself (even though she totally didn’t need to) to hear you repeat yourself. For a brief moment your brain went entirely blank at the contact that seemed to send a pulse of electricity along your skin. You were suddenly glad at the decision to wear a skirt. 

  “I er, I said the Canary Islands,” you stammered slightly. 

  “But I thought the whole point of Christmas was snow, why not go to Alaska?” Yelena questioned with a grin that had barely left her lips the entire evening. 

  “Mkay fine! We’ll go to Alaska but then the next year we’re spending some of the holidays in the Canary Islands,” you suggested, willing to compromise your plans that had somehow emerged for you and the blonde to go away during the holidays. 

  “Deal,” Yelena accepted as she leant back and withdrew her hand. You missed the contact immediately and felt the urge to put it back there yourself. Yelena glanced away to do a scan of the room and when she turned back to you she seemed surprised that you were still looking at her. “What?” She questioned though the smirk on her face suggested that she knew what. So you ordered another drink instead. 

  “And a water?” The blonde added. “I don’t want you throwing up on the way home,” she said in response to the glare you sent her way. 

  “But that’s how you know you’ve had a good night out,” you argued even though you knew that was bullshit. 

  “No, that’s how you know you cannot hold your drink,” Yelena countered. 

  You thanked the bartender for what ended up being your last drink of the night as Yelena downed another shot. You had no idea how many she had consumed that night but you were aware of the fact she had had more alcohol than you and was noticeably less affected by it. Still, there was a faint buzz about her. 

  “You’re tipsy,” you commented. 

  “You’re drunk.”

  “Am not!” You denied with a small laugh. 

  “Am I going to have to take you home, y/n?”

  “I wouldn’t object,” you said, your voice dropping as you leant forward and put your hand on Yelena’s covered knee. “It’s not like I’ve never thought about it.” You saw Yelena’s gaze darken as she listened to you. 

  “What do you think about?” You didn’t reply, merely smirking as you downed your water to try and clear your head. You pulled up Uber on your phone as Yelena watched. 

  You didn’t say anything as you took Yelena’s hand in your own and led her through the bar to the exit. You wanted to get out of there to be away from prying eyes so that you could have her closer to you, but as soon as you were hit with the sobering fresh air outside, you found yourself knocked back to your senses. Almost. At noticing the small crowds dotted around the street, Yelena placed her hand on your waist to keep you close to her and it was impossible not to lean into the warmth radiating off of her body while you waited just a few minutes for your ride. 

  Yelena’s hand found yours once more in the dim car and you wished you could make out her features better in the dark. Being close to her wasn’t enough, and you made that feeling known the moment you closed your apartment door behind her. You turned around to face the blonde but she was already meeting you halfway there as she raised her hands to your neck and kissed you, pushing you back until your back hit the wall with a light thud. 

  “Finally,” she muttered, her hands everywhere. Your head spun though this time it wasn’t from the alcohol and you were adamant to keep the spy against you as her hands disappeared under your shirt to explore the uncharted skin she wanted to spend hours memorising. Your shirt was off within minutes and before Yelena could discard anything else you led her to your bedroom where you guided her to lay on the bed, immediately following to straddle her waist as you removed your bra. 

  “You’re beautiful,” she breathed out, accent strong. Yelena left marks everywhere. Across your torso, collarbone, breasts, neck, all while you held onto her like she was all that kept you on the brink of sanity. You wanted all of her. You wanted her to take all of you. Fortunately, that was exactly what the blonde intended on doing. 

  “Lena,” you whined when you found yourself on your back with the Russian kissing along your waistband. “Take them off.”

  “So eager,” she mused against your skin and you could feel her smirk. You didn’t care though, because she didn’t make you wait much longer to feel her lips down your thighs as she dragged your skirt off of you and threw her shirt to the side soon after. You wanted to run your hands across her toned stomach, but Yelena dipped down again to hook her fingers along your underwear and pulled them down, leaving you entirely bare to her. 

  “Fuck,” you whispered when you felt her warm breath on you. 

  “What do you want, detka?” She asked, kissing your inner thighs. 

  “You,” you said, tangling your fingers into her hair. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

  “I wanted you too, let me show you how much.” You gasped lightly when Yelena finally let her tongue stroke flat against you. Your head fell back as you breathed heavily but whined when you felt the blonde move away. “Look at me,” she instructed, sending an electric jolt through your body. You did as she said, keeping your eyes locked on her emerald ones as she gave you the bliss you knew she was capable of. 

  Yelena was confident in her ability to make you feel good, she watched you closely to see exactly what made your breath hitch, what made you shudder, moan, say her name. She felt your muscles twitch and clench around her, she felt how wet you got when she moaned into you, practically lightheaded from your taste. You were everything Yelena knew you would be. 

  “God, Lena,” you moaned softly as she sucked on your clit. You bucked your hips up at the action and Yelena wrapped her hands around your thighs to push your hips back against the bed, reminding you that she had the strength to keep you there for as long as she wanted. And she wanted you there for a while. 

  Yelena worked you up to the edge numerous times, each time stopping you from plummeting at the last second so that she could enjoy you some more. You were an image everytime you whined in frustration, only encouraging Yelena to torture your body some more before she felt like you had earned its release. 

  “Cum for me, detka, show me how good I make you feel,” she encouraged as her thumb rubbed circles on your clit. You clenched around her tongue as you came, feeling the vibrations pulse through you when Yelena moaned at your climax, savouring it as much as you did as she coaxed you through to the other side, only to replace her tongue with her fingers. 

  “You think you can give me another one?” She asked, chin glistening. You didn’t have to answer, the untamed glint in her eye being enough for you to pull her towards you for another demanding kiss as you spread your legs more for her. You’d take whatever she gave you. 

  “So good for me,” she murmured into your neck as she buried her fingers inside you. “I wish I had my strap to see how well you’d take it.” You moaned at the very mention of the toy. Yelena’s fingers already felt as though they were filling you to the brim but the strap would be so much more that you gripped the blonde’s back tighter at the thought, digging your nails in slightly. Yelena grunted at the pain but it seemed to only make her move faster as she touched you in a way that managed to press all of the right buttons. She played you like an instrument, drawing out a beloved tune that was just for her. 

  It didn’t take long before Yelena took you to the edge again, though this time she didn’t deprive you of the euphoric drop that she wrapped herself around you to dull the impact of. She stroked her fingers inside you along with your pants, bringing you back down to your place on earth right next to her. She breathed each other in as you regained your breath, then tilted her head so that you could see her slightly flushed cheeks. You could only imagine what you looked like. 

  “I wanna make you feel good too,” you insisted. Yelena rolled you both over so you lay on top of her with a grin of adoration. You mirrored it against her soft skin as you made your way down the blonde’s body. 

~

“I need you to tap a phone call,” Rae said before she had even closed the main door behind her. She didn’t look at you as she marched over, eyes glued to her phone in hand. One of her phones. 

  “I don’t know how to do that,” you said outright. Rae looked at you blankly. 

  “What?” You stared back. 

  “Well it’s not really…what I do,” you said honestly. You had told Rae that before, when you first showed her your digital pass time. 

  “I need you to,” she insisted, as though that would change your capabilities.

  “Okay,” you sighed. “It will take me time to learn.” Rae narrowed her eyes.

  “How long?”

  “I don’t know, I’ve never done anything like that before,” you admitted. 

“Don’t you have like a network of nerds you can ask?” You did, in a way, but you weren’t overly keen on asking them for that kind of information. You hadn’t accessed those kinds of chat rooms and forums on the dark web in a while, not since learning everything that was relevant to what you wanted to know. You never had any interest in phone tapping or anything to do with people individually, you didn’t want to interfere with people. 

  There was also the issue that it could take a while you get yourself back into that private corner of the internet. People that invested in the world of cyber crimes were paranoid enough to avoid letting anyone new into their circle and there would be numerous hurdles to overcome just to get their attention. And at the end of it all, how could you be sure you could even trust them to give you the right information. 

  “It’s complicated,” you said, knowing Rae wouldn’t want to hear the full explanation. 

  “Then what use are you to me?” She asked, eyes cold as they dug into your own.

  “I’m your girlfriend,” you whispered because you knew she often forgot that was the role she was meant to play. You knew that if things were different and that you didn’t have the skills you did, she would have disregarded you long ago. 

  To your utter surprise, her demeanour softened. Rae looked down at the floor and glanced back your way, appearing as unsure of what to do with herself as you were. “I know,” she eventually muttered and took a hold of your hands with a grip so gentle you wouldn’t recognise it as hers if you weren’t watching the action. “I know,” she repeated as she finally met your eyes. You didn’t say anything.

  “What if we go out tomorrow, just you and me,” she smiled, looking at you the way she used to, the ghost of who she once was. “We’ll go to that fancy place down the street and have a full course meal, maybe a bottle of wine or two,” she suggested and you couldn’t help but smile, feeling nothing but elevated. Rae brushed some hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear. She used to do that constantly, every time reminding you that you were beautiful, as though the action wasn’t enough to tell you that was how she saw you. 

  “I love you,” you whispered because you really did. Because you started just a week into dating and you refused to stop when things changed, clinging on to the hope that you would get her back some day. Something you believed you finally got. 

  “I love you too, baby,” Rae whispered back before placing a tender kiss on your cheek. “I’ll make that reservation as soon as you get a hold of that phone call,” she said with a slight chuckle. You froze but dismissed the feeling of dread rising. No, it wasn’t like that anymore. 

  “I’ll know what to do by tomorrow,” you nodded with a sharp exhale. You weren’t entirely sure you could. Rae shifted and the corner of her lip twitched. The dread had made its way to the back of your throat. 

  “The call’s happening right now, baby,” Rae laughed. A forced laugh. 

  “I’ll get the next one,” you were quick to say, hoping it would be enough. It wasn’t. It was never enough. “How about we just take the evening off?” you suggested hopefully.

  “That’s easy for you to say,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair. “I can’t just put this off, y/n. It’s fucking important.” She pulled her hands away from yours and you immediately chased after the loss, reaching out to grab them again but instead being met with a hard shove to the chest. You stumbled back and hit your head on the edge of a cabinet with a dull thud that felt like it pierced right through your skull. You blinked away the tears that immediately came to the surface. 

  “I don’t have time for you to be needy,” she spat, ignoring your tears. Not for the first time, you felt your heart crack in front of your girlfriend. 

  “Okay,” you said, though the word wasn’t audible. You stepped around Rae, making sure to give her adequate space and sat down in your chair to turn your screen on, still blinking back tears. You weren’t upset with Rae, not for pushing you or making you think things could be different. You were upset with yourself for believing it.

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