#mega fluff

[happy74827]

Christmas War

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: In what started as a harmless joke, turned into a full obliteration. And it’s all thanks to Harvey.

WC: 2893

Category: Mega Fluff

Since it’s now officially December, I thought I would start the holidays off right with a fluffy Harvey fic. Enjoy.

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Harvey was many things: A partner, a best friend, a family member...But none of those things mattered as much as you did at this moment. You practically glowed like an angel as you slept soundly in his bed, his white button-up shirt laying over your bare chest like a blanket, protecting you from the slight chill that lingered in the apartment.

He felt a little bad, just slightly, for what he was about to do, but the idea was too embedded in his mind now for him to stop. So, he slowly lifted a hand to your arm, gently shaking you awake.

"Mmmm..." you groaned quietly, the sound soft and angelic. It sent a wave of heat through him that he wasn't sure he could handle, but he was determined to see it through.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," He said a little louder, and you finally blinked your eyes open. They were a little cloudy as you looked around in a daze, your mouth slack as you yawned.

"Morning..." You mumbled, blinking as Harvey's shirt slid down your chest a bit more. It took you a moment to register Harvey hovering over you in the dimly lit room, but as soon as you did, you sat up and quickly pulled the shirt through your arms, wearing it like you were supposed to.

That’s when you noticed the small tray in his hands. He had a plate of eggs and toast, some coffee and orange juice, as well as a large bouquet of amaryllis.

"What’s all this?" You asked as you tried to compose yourself. Harvey sat down on the bed next to you, placing the tray between you.

"I made you breakfast." He said simply, smiling a little at you.

"Yeah... I can see that. But why?" You asked, looking between him and the tray. "It's not even 7 o'clock, and I'm sure you haven't even been awake that long..." You glanced at the coffee. "Or had enough coffee to be up before me."

Harvey chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, I figured since you’re big on that Christmas stuff, you deserved to have breakfast in bed, with flowers, just like the movies," he smiled and shrugged, "I thought it would be romantic, but if you don't think so... I’ll just..."

“No, no, I like it, I love it... Give it to me." You laughed a little, taking the tray from Harvey.

You picked up the flowers and brought them to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent. Harvey was always doing things like this for you, whether it be helping you with your writing or just spending a quiet night in with a book and some tea. You never felt more at home than when you were with Harvey, and he was always so kind and gentle to you, so it wasn't exactly surprising that he'd be a romantic at heart.

“Oh, Harvey, you shouldn't have..." you smiled at him as you set the flowers down, taking up your toast and a slice of egg.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to," he grinned a bit, "I like making you smile."

You chuckled a little, chewing on your food.

"That's good to hear," you said with your mouth full, "Because I like it when you do."

He gave you a soft smile, and your heart fluttered as he ran a hand through your hair. Soft, gentle fingers as he brushed your bangs aside.

"Good..." He whispered.

You placed your hand on top of his as he brought it down to your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kissed him back. He pulled back to look at you, his brown eyes glowing as they stared into your own.

"Make sure to have a taste of that coffee while it's hot," he whispered as he rested his forehead on yours, "I made it just how you like it."

Your cheeks were rosy, and your heart was racing. You giggled a little and looked up at him through your lashes, opening your mouth to say something.

But he just shoved the coffee into your hand, taking your fork from you to cut up your eggs for you.

"And have some of this, too," he said as he cut up a piece of toast, "You’re going to need this after that…”

“After what?”

The question seemed so far off, but it was answered when you decided to finally take a sip of the coffee he made you.

You spat it out into the mug, coughing a little as it burned your throat. You wheezed as Harvey patted your back, laughing at you a little.

"What's wrong?!" He asked, sounding concerned, but you knew he wasn’t. He had that mischievous glint in his eye that meant he was up to no good.

You shoved the cup at him, scowling as he took it from your hands.

"I can't believe you..." you coughed, "I thought you were being serious."

Harvey's smile only grew as he sipped his coffee, humming to himself.

"Oh, I am," he said as he leaned down, kissing your cheek, "I think you’re just being a bit… salty."

You groaned in annoyance and tried to get up, but Harvey caught your arms in his hands, pinning you back down in place.

"Salt? Why would you—"

"Because you're always so sweet with your words... I thought it would be nice if you had a taste of what you put out… down there," he smirked, and you couldn't help but blush a bit.

"Harvey! That is so gross," you whined as you covered your face with your hands.

"Mm, yeah, but it's hot."

"Oh, my God..."

He laughed again as he pulled you close to him, and you sighed. You knew he wasn't going to let you leave the bed, so you just gave in to him, snuggling closer as you watched him take another sip of his coffee, the non-tainted one.

The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and the scent of his cologne surrounded you, and you felt at ease with him. He always smelt so good.

Your eyes traveled down his torso, stopping at the bottom of his shirt. You traced the outline of his waistband with your eyes, wanting to move further down, but you stopped yourself.

"You know what, this is war.”

He grinned and sat back, leaning against the headboard.

"Is that so?" He asked, holding out your cup for you to take. "I hope you're prepared to lose, then."

You smacked it away, causing him to laugh at you again, but you held determination in your eyes. You took a moment to compose yourself before you crawled over him, placing a kiss on his lips.

"You underestimate me," you whispered against his mouth, "You haven't seen what I'm capable of..."

"Oh yeah?" he grinned, "Then I guess I should take you down now while I can."

He wrapped his arms around you as you kissed him again, parting your lips as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. You gasped softly when he pulled you closer; your bodies pressed together as you fell into the mattress, Harvey's body on top of you. The tray was long forgotten as he broke away from your mouth to kiss down your neck and chest, his hands running under the shirt he let you borrow.

You didn’t forget about the salt incident when that morning came to pass, though. The thought of revenge was engrained in the back of your mind that entire week, attempting to come up with the perfect plan—the perfect revenge. You had an idea, but you definitely needed help, so you called the two people who you knew would take every opportunity to ruin Harvey's life if they could...

And then the day came, the day just before Christmas Eve. Harvey, as usual, strolled into the firm, not a care in the world. At least, not until he came upon his office.

“What the hell is…? Donna? What is this?!" Harvey was standing in the doorway of his office, looking at his desk.

The once clean, neat desk was now covered in complete decorations, lights, tinsel, and a bright red bow on his computer. Not to mention how the desk was wrapped in several rolls of shiny, green gift wrap paper.

"A Christmas gift, obviously," Donna said, not even bothering to look up from her paperwork.

He walked inside, and that’s when he realized it wasn’t just his desk. It was everything. The walls were decorated with wrapping paper, some of the framed pictures on the wall had been taken out of their frames, placed into small red boxes and set on top of the filing cabinet. God, even his signed basketballs.

"Donna, what the hell is all this?!" He asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

"I told you. A Christmas gift." She replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Why?! When did you even—"

“Look at the ceiling; that’s my favorite part. The lights are so pretty!"

He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes wide. It wasn't just tinsel, lights, and wrapping paper.

It was Louis. Everywhere.

Louis’ face covered every inch of the ceiling. His mouth open in a smile with a Santa hat that was photoshopped on his head. It was the worst thing he could think of, and yet, somehow, it was the most impressive thing at the same time. It was a conundrum.

“That one was my idea.” Mike came in with his own grin on his face, taking a bite out of a donut, the red frosting dripping off the side as he held it in his hand.

"…You’re in on this? I can't believe you two..." Harvey dropped his bag to the floor, falling into his chair and just staring at the decorations.

"You do realize what this is, right?" Mike asked, looking up at the ceiling with humor in his eyes.

"This is me being punished,” Harvey sighed. He looked to the door, expecting you to pop out at any minute, but you never did.

Donna smirked a little and looked over at him, "It’s not over yet."

"I have a feeling I'm about to find that out," Harvey mumbled under his breath as she walked out.

"Merry Christmas, Harvey!" Donna called as she left his office, and he could only roll his eyes.

The day passed slowly, and Harvey couldn't take his eyes off Louis, who was smiling down on him all day, even if he was so far away. Every time he tried to do his paperwork, read, or work on a case, Louis' face was just there, staring at him. It was both horrifying and brilliant.

And yet, somehow, he kept going until it was just after 9. He was finishing up his work for the day, just as he normally would. He was almost done, in fact, but he heard the familiar click of Donna's heels coming up to his door. He didn't even have to look up at her to know she had you with her; he could practically hear the giggles.

"Come in," he sighed.

Donna opened the door, holding it open for you to walk in first, and then she shut it behind her, leaving you in the room alone with him.

You were wearing a long, black winter coat that was too large for your small frame, but it looked good on you nonetheless. Your hands were hidden in your pockets as you looked up at him, smiling and biting your lip.

"Merry Christmas, Harvey." You said sweetly, walking over to his desk.

"Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too." He sighed as he leaned back in his chair, taking a look at the clock on his wall. It was also wrapped in your Christmas paper, but this one had snowflakes on it.

“How’d you get Jessica to allow this? She’s usually so strict on this stuff."

You laughed quietly and shrugged your shoulders.

"She liked it. She thought it was a good idea," you bit your lip a little, "It was pretty easy, actually."

"You mean you begged her until she agreed to do this to me?" He smirked.

"That's right. But it was worth it, wasn't it?" You smiled, reaching into your coat pocket. You pulled out a small box of wrapping paper with shiny green bows on it.

"What is that?" He asked, pointing at it.

"I don't know, but I bet it's pretty amazing," you grinned, placing it down on the desk in front of him. “Guess you have to open it and find out."

Harvey slowly leaned forward, taking the box in his hands. He had a feeling he knew what it was before he even unwrapped it, and he could only sigh.

Sure enough, it was exactly what he figured—a small bag of the finest Epstein salt, just for him.

"So, what'd you think?" You asked with a proud grin, and he smiled up at you.

"I think this is the most elaborate, disgusting, amazing thing I've ever seen in my life."

“Just wait til you see the apartment. It's a Christmas wonderland," you laughed as you watched Harvey’s face turn into complete horror.

That face of horror returned the second he unlocked the keys to his apartment. You had taken him there to show him what you did before your dinner reservations, and you knew what was coming.

He opened the door, and you weren't lying. You had decorated every inch of the apartment, using decorations he wouldn't have expected, but you were so thorough that it was like every room had its own theme.

The living room, kitchen, bathroom, and even his bedroom had its own theme of Christmas decorations, and Harvey's jaw nearly hit the floor. You were able to get Mike during the day when he went to see Rachel, and he did the ceilings and walls while you went around all the furniture.

It looked like you were on a Christmas vacation, in fact. There was so much to take in, so much to see, so Harvey walked around in shock, not even bothering to remove his coat or shoes before he did.

"Oh, my God," he whispered, "Oh, my God..."

"Yeah, I know," you giggled as he walked to the kitchen, taking a look in. "We ran out of Louis pictures, though, so it's not as perfect as I wanted it.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, smiling a little as you bit your lip, looking a little bashful.

"All this because of some salty coffee?"

"What can I say, Harvey?" You asked, walking up behind him. "I just can't let something like that go without retaliation."

He turned around to face you, and you had your arms already stretched out, ready to hug him, but he decided to chase you instead.

And once he had you, he wouldn't let you go. His arms were wrapped around you, your face pressed against his chest as he kissed the top of your head, holding you tight.

"I hate you," he whispered into your hair, and you looked up at him.

“I love you too.” You smiled sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Unbeknownst to him, though, you had one final surprise that would knock him off his feet.

That night, you were cuddled up in bed with a book, waiting for Harvey to get out of the shower. Once he did and headed towards his side of the bed, you sat up and smiled. The book went out of your hands in a heartbeat.

He wore nothing but a towel around his waist, and his hair was still damp as he went over to his drawer to pull out some pajamas. You watched him quietly, waiting patiently.

"Can you grab me the bottoms on your side of the drawer?" He asked, pulling out his top drawer. His face was quick to turn into a look of confusion as he opened it. "What the—"

You sat up and walked over to him, pressing your finger to his lips as you watched his eyes look down.

His top drawer that consisted his underwear was now completely covered in the Christmas spirit. Every single pair that was in there was wrapped in green, silver, and gold. And to top it all off, that was where all the remaining Louis pictures were hidden.

“You just got Litt up.” You said with a smirk.

His palm pressed against his face as he groaned into it. He was most definitely disappointed in you, but you knew deep down that he was more proud than anything.

"You're evil," he scoffed, turning and lowering his head to look at you, and that look told you everything you needed to know. "but damn are you good.”

"Told you I would win." You chuckled and leaned up, kissing his cheek. “Guess you’ll have to try your luck next year.”

Harvey might always win in the world of law, but in his heart, he knew you always would be the winner when it came to the two of you.

And that was a loss Harvey could live with.

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[shadowofahope]

Floored

Pairing: College student Han Jisung!xFemale Reader

Warning: pure fluff and one extremely flustered Quokka

Premise: When the overly flustered Jisung has a crush on you. Do you ignore it or fall with him?

word count: 4.5K

Authors notes: Not going to lie, I love me a flustered Han Jisung.

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“You do realize that boy is madly in love with you right?”  Changbin breaks you out of your concentration bubble, going over study material in your head as you wipe down tables. Your hand stils, peering over at him over your shoulder, standing behind the counter. He had been cleaning the desert bar behind you when you both had dropped into a comfortable silence. 

“Yes.” You turn to face him, arms crossed over your work apron, cloth in hand. “Wait, which one?”

“Are you implying there’s more then one?” He scoffs, eyes rolling away from you as he put down a cup he had finished drying.

“No, I’m just verifying that we are talking about the same person and I haven’t neglected to notice something” You shrug innocently. You had an idea of who he was talking about, only one person crossed your mind. Besides being Changbins coworker and bestfriend, it opened up your acquaintance pool quiet a bit, but it did make dating hard because people assumed you were taken. Much to your disgust.

“Jisung.” 

“Oh, then yes I have realized.” Tables now abandoned like his mug drying you saunter over to the cash counter, voice still filled with nonchalance. 

“Ok? And you have plans to do what about it?” Now someone was being too nosy for their own good. 

“No plans. I have no intentions to say anything.” Casually you wipe down the counter, moving over to him. 

“Come again?” Disbelief coats his voice. This catches your attention, seeing the genuine confusion on his face you feel a touch annoyed. So you huff at him.

“I’m not going to force him out. If he wants to tell me he can and if he doesn’t want to then that’s ok too.” 

Jisung tended to be really shy and jumpy around you. You had noticed it immediately, when it didnt subside like the others said it would you grew suspicious. So you kept an eye on him, doing things that may have been subtly accidental or maybe they werent exactly accidents, either way you would watch his reactions. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. He wasn’t a hard read. 

“But you at least have an answer?” Changbin still pushes

“More or less” You nod, pretending to drop deep in thought.

Now it was his turn to look annoyed, impatiently tsking at you “.......Are you going to tell me your answer?”

“No” You nonchalantly brush off, making your way past him into the back room.

“Ouch you’re gonna break our sungies heart” Feigning dramatics, he clutches his chest staggering slightly, but perfectly catching himself with his free arm on the counter. 

Stopping in the door way you laugh at his antics, shooting back a dramatic eye roll before clarifying. “No as in I’m not going to tell you.”

You throw the dirty cloth in your hand at his head, he barely catches it in him before it splats dirty water onto his face. You let the door swing shut behind you before receiving retaliation but ot soon enough kto not here him shout at you.

“Come on! Seriously?!” 

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“I know I won’t be able to reach the same bulk as Changbin, but at least my definition has improved.” Jeongin sighs, showing the picture on his phone of him and Changbin at the gym flexing to Minho and Jisung. “Thakfully he’s been alot of help.” 

“I think you’re making great progress, Innie.” Minho chimes, nodding in approval. “There’s no point in comparing.”

“True.” Pulling his phone back he begins to zoom out on the picture. 

“Wait!” Minho grabs Jeongin’s arm from receding, realizing himself that there is more to the picture. “Damn, I wasn’t expecting that.”

He chuckles as Jeongin pulls back “Right? You’d never know under those clothes huh?” 

“Under what clothes?” Jisung finally comes back into the conversation. He barely looked at the picture Jeongin showed before going back to the webtoon on his phone. 

“Don’t show him-” Minho tries too stop the youngest before he can fully turn his phone to Jisung. Ultimately failing.

A loud crash echos through the apartment. Jisung had not only caught a glimpse of the full photo, but upon doing so had lost the ability to to keep balance on the chair. Plummeting to the floor from the barstool he was sitting on. 

“You literally floored him, again.” Minho couldn’t help but laugh at his bestfriend. Clutching his stomach, he wiped his eyes from tears, before focusing his concern. “Are you ok Sungie?” 

“She’s not w-wearing a-a-a- shirrr” Jisung chokes from his harsh landing. Zooming out of the picture exposed that next to IN was you. You were also flexing as a joke, to make fun of the boys. More times than not they would drag you with them to the gym, normally in the middle of the night. 

In that particular picture you three had ended your weight training session and were getting ready to head home. So you were wearing black sweats that hung low on your hips along with your favourite sports bra and cap, sweat glistening off your body. It had been a really stressful day at the cafe and then with exams so to blow off steam you had mentioned that you were going. Which led the other two to coming with you. 

With Changbin being your bestfriend and Jeongin feeling like your younger brother, you felt comfortable to wear whatever you wanted around them. 

“She doesn’t normally wear a shirt when we work out. Just a sports bra and joggers or sometimes shorts.” The youngest smirks, he knows he provoking. This isn’t a version of you that the others normally got to see. 

“You’ve been seeing her this whole time like this and you didn’t tell me?!” Jisung groaned, remaining on the floor, holding his chest in mock pain. “I think I might pass out…”

“I’ve invited you before but you’re the one who said you couldn’t come.” Jeongin nonchalantly shrugs, eyes cast to him on the floor. “Always coming up with lame excuses.”

“What if she thinks I’m like super weak?! What if I embarrass myself…again?” 

“I’m pretty sure she won’t be surprised by it anymore. She must be used to it.” Minho snickers evily, giving Jisung a light tap with his foot. 

“How are you ever going to get anywhere with this crush if you wont hang out with her?” Jeongin pushes. “We all can be with her one on one but you.”

“It’s not that simple! I can’t just ask her to hang out now, she’d think it was weird.” 

Laying on his back on the floor staring at the texture on the ceiling he misses an evil smile appear on the youngests face, an idea emerging.

“...not just a crush…” He mumbles to himself, dread weighing him down. He had to be confident, he had to show you he wasn’t the weird, possibly creepy, clumsy friend. That he genuinely wanted to be around you, to get to know you. 

Maybe that was asking too much of his cowardess. Maybe he should stay here, on the floor.

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Somehow constantly keeping a cautious subtle eye on Jisung, had turned into you truly not being able to look away. When he was in his own world, muttering to himself, becoming flustered over his clumsiness, passionately talking about his music with the group, munching on his favourite snacks, he was beyond cute. There was something so endearing about him you couldn’t bring yourself to neglect. At that point you had slipped passed sneaking glances to full blown staring, not because you had to but because you wanted to. You wanted to keep looking at him all the time. 

Times he glanced at you and caught you, you had offered a soft smile and watched the blushing panic grow on his face. By the time you noticed what was happening you were too far gone, you had slowly, accidentally fallen for the cute quokka. 

But still, it looked like he was struggling around you. The last thing you wanted to do was overwhelm him. You wanted him to be brave and tell you about his crush so you could claim the same. You were afraid you might scare him away from you farther if you tried to approve, so you stayed casually in the same group but never having one on one. Unless he came in to sit at his usual corner table, with his cheesecake and iced americano, laptop infront of him and headphones on. Once again lost in his world. 

Just like he was today, right now. 

The cafe was slow, only an hour left until closing. There was currently 2 tables with a single person at them, giving you plenty of time to stare. You were at the counter refilling straws and stir sticks when you vaguely heard the chime of the front door. You were too distracted by the excitement sparkling his his eyes and the wide smile on his face. 

He claps for himself, clearly giddy with something he’s done. Realzing he’s created an outward fuss, his eyes widen darting around the cafe. His eyes lock on yours, somehow growing even wider then you thought possible. You give him a small wave, a small giggle leaving you. You’re too far for him to hear, not to mention his head phones, but the wave itself was clearly too much for him.

His hands fly up to cover his face, collapsing on the table infront of him. 

Ok, that you weren’t prepared for. He’d never actually hidden from you before. This time you cant stop the laugh that erupts, you’re head shaking at his ridiculously adorable reaction.

A harsh throat clearing breaks you out of your trance, startling you. You quickly look over at the order counter, heart racing, body ready for fight or flight reflexes, customer service smile plastered on your face. Trying to hide all traces of the almost heart attack. But you abandon that plan quickly when you see who is there.

“Couldn’t of found a nicer way to get my attention?” You shoot at them.

“I called your name 3 times Y/N.” Jeongin chortles. “Apparantly you had something important on your mind.” 

He glaces over, your eyes following his. By the time you look back to him he already staring you down, a smirk plastered on his face. You’ve definitely been caught. There’s no point in trying to hide it from the youngest, he’s always been too perceptive for his own good.

“You could say that.” You sigh, ignoring the look he's giving you. “The usual I’m guessing for the late night run?”

“Mhmmmmm.” 

You punch in his order in relative silence, it’s not until you start to make his order to go that he finally speaks. 

“There’s no way Ji would be able to see the heart eyes you’re ever so not subtly sending him, you however…… theres no way that you don’t see his crush on you.” He states matter-of-factly. 

You only nod and hum to in response, continue to keep your eyes down and hands busy.

“If that’s the case why don’t I jus-” 

“Innie.” You cut him off. “I don’t plan to tell anyone, and that includes Jisung.” 

Sighing you shake your head and turn away to grab his order packaging. He’s silent once again, this time only for a moment.

“Why not?”

You face him, all seriousness and honesty laid out. Only one person other than yourself will know. Not even Changbin.

“Even with my feelings for Jisung, you’ve seen how he reacts around me. He might have a crush, but he can’t even handle sitting next to me. If there’s a chance we end up just the two of us he finds any excuse to leave. If it’s just a crush I don’t want to force him to do anything he doesn’t want to.” You explain calmly.

“Y/N, I think there’s more to his feelings then you think.” Jeongin suggests, eyes almost pleading. “He struggles with self doubt and self worth sometimes.” 

“If he’s scared to be around me, how could he be with me?” You counter, eyebrow raising in question. 

Finishing to pack his order you look back to hand it over and see he is standing at Jisungs table talking. Jisung’s headphones are now off but he looks nervous as he chews on his bottom lip. Whatever they were discussing it made you uneasy. Before you could rationalize anything Jeongin was back infront of you, taking the bag out of your hands.

“Please tell me you didn’t tell him…” Your voice wavers, unsure if it was a good idea to tell him anything. Too self aware to look at Jisung now, if the youngest mentioned anything, there goes any attempt to get closer to the jumpy quokka. 

“No, I didn’t and I won’t.” He expresses genuinely concerned. You exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “On one condition.” 

“What do you want you evil steamed roll?” You should have seen that coming. 

“You, me and Jisung are going to the movies tomorrow night. You have the night off- Changbin told me. Ji and I are already going, everyone else is busy.” He’s too cheerful in his response. Making you feel highly suspicious.

You weigh your options. On one hand, you had no idea what Jeongin had planned in his diabolical brain, which knowing him…you might need to be scared. On the other hand, you could possibly get closer to Jisung if he could relax around you in a smaller group.

“Promise to keep this between us then?” 

“Yep. As long as you come!” He exclaims excitedly, but still firm in your part of the deal.

“Ok, fine.” You concede. 

Really, what was he planning?

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“And here I thought I was early.” You chuckle as you approach Jisung standing just inside the entrance of the theatre. He looked slightly nervous when you noticed him from afar, his eyes glued to his phone in his hands. His fingers rapidly typing away unbeknownst to him you had arrived. 

He jumps at the sound of your voice, wide eyes shoot up to meet with yours. He flinches again when he realizes how close you’re standing to him. 

“Y/N! You’re h-here!” He sputters taking a step away from you. You pretend his obvious recoil doesn’t feel like a punch in the gut. Knowing that he had a crush on you didn’t stop the tinge of heartbreak that crushed your lingering hope, by his reactions. But that would never mean you’d want him to know how much it hurt. 

You smile softly at him, faking obliviousness. “Yep. Is Innie here too?” 

You scan the crowd to see if you could find the youngest of your trio. You don’t see him lingering anywhere, but a mumble of a noise from the other jostled your focus back to him. He had his phone held out for you to see, his face slowly turning a shade of pink. You lean closer to get a better look at it but you notice his hand shaking. 

Without thinking you reach out to grasp his hand, keeping him and his phone steady. You hear a squeak escape him, you ignore the panic rise in you slightly as you register what you’ve done. Instead you focus on the phone:

“Ah…” You want to throttle this bread boy. You steady your breath as you can feel your heart rate increase. Eyes lifting up to now look at Jisung, the pink on his cheeks and neck now a slightly darker shade. Even in the dim lights of the foye can’t hide the colour. “He’s sending the tickets?” 

You slowly drop his hand as to not startle him. 

“....yea….” He avoids eye contact with you, looking over to the box office, chewing on his bottom lip. 

It gives you a moment to really look at him. He’s now holding the hand that you had close to his body, his other hand encasing it. If you hadn’t known what just happened you would say it almost look like he’s protecting it. His shoulders are stiff, and by the way his chest is moving he’s doing some deep breathing. His big eyes look slightly dazed with his pupils dilated, making his eyes shimmer in the led screen light. His light blueish grey ripped jeans with a slightly too big for him cream sweater and his iconic platform converse. 

How could one man look so cuddly and beautiful all in one. You fight back a coo, not letting yourself get drawn in further to his adorableness. 

“Then,” You snatch his attention back to you. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to speak. “How about we use them? I’m free. We could pick a movie together?”

This was it. This was you throwing your lifeline. You wanted him to take it, to accept your invitation for just the two of you. One nonchalant question would show you which way you would fall. Farther in love with him, or down the hill to heartbreak. 

You held your breath waiting for him to respond. You could see his thoughts swimming behind his eyes. As much as you were afraid, you couldn’t look away from him. 

“I’m free…” He whispers, finally breaking your inner turmoil. 

A heart stuttering, genuine smile breaks out on your face. Falling in it is. 

“Lets’s go!”

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After managing to agree on which movie to watch you had mentioned needing the washroom. You hadn’t been to this particular theatre before and somehow Jisun seemed to know that too. He had walked you over to the washroom, letting you know he was going to go buy snacks at the concession. He didn’t ask you what you wanted before he hurriedly walked off. 

You smiled as you watched him dash through the crowds that began to form. You quickly enter the washroom, not wanting to keep him waiting. You were buzzing with excitement, never in a million years did you actually think you’d be ‘alone’ with Jisung. Yes it was in public but still. 

Upon exiting the washroom you head over to the concession. At first you don’t really see him, until you scan towards the straw dispenser counter. You watch as you see him cram a bag of your favourite candy into his pocket, he has two large popcorns and two drinks with him. Baffled you have no idea how he would have gotten them there. Imagining him adorably struggling another smile creeps onto your face. At this point there’s almost nothing he can do that isn’t endearing to you. 

If this was all you could have, if this was as close as you could get to him… then you would be happy with just this. You were confident in yourself, there’s no doubt about that, but when it came to him you always seemed to falter. Maybe that wasn’t the best habit you’ve formed. Staring at Jisung made you unaware of your surroundings. 

“What’s a lady like you doing here all alone?” A voice grates on your ear drums. Leaving an uncomfortable shudder steeled into your skin. You don’t bother to hide the annoyance on your face when you look away from him and to the new figure standing uncomfortably close to you.

“Not alone.” You voice void of emotions, two men leering over you from either side. You give them a once over. Sure, in most cases they could be considered attractive. Attractive as the next person, but just because they had a decent face didn’t mean you’d be interested. 

“Here with friends then?” The other males voice was just as unpleasant. 

A friend? You couldnt help the shy smile from forming on your lips when thinking of Jisung. 

“Kind of.” Giggling you looked back up to where Jisung was. He was still there, however he looked almost uncomfortable, but it was hard to tell at this distance. His hand scratching the back of his head as he stared intently on all the items he bought. 

“That guy?” One of them scoffed. 

Your blood began to boil, searing at his implication. 

“You wanna come with us? I promise it’ll be a better time than hanging with that guy.” 

Now it was your turn to scoff. You laugh at their cockiness before waving them away stepping towards Jisung. 

“Nobody beats my quokka.” You smile brightly over your shoulder. Leaving them confused and rejected behind you. 

“Need help?” You chuckle upon reaching Jisung at the counter. 

“Uh, yea…” He won’t look at you, but he has a solem look on his face. You’d seen it before, but you had never been able to place why it had appeared on him before.

“You ok?” Genuine concern swims in your words. He looks briefly over your shoulder before looking back at the popcorn. 

“Those guys…” His voice comes out small, scared even.

“They were hitting on me, wanting me to go with them. I said no.” You shrug. You didn’t like lying and you absolutely wont lie to him. 

“But they are attractive.” He mutters. Jeongin’s voice of jisung being insecure rings through your mind. It may not have been a big deal to you, but clearly it may be a big issue for Jisung. 

“I’d rather be here with you.” You tell him straight forwardly, eyes locking with his trying to prove your sincerity. 

“Let’s go, I want to see the trailers.” Picking up a popcorn and a drink you, nod at him to pick up the remaining. His plush lips finally forming a smile, finally he was smiling. 

“Yea, ok.” 

You make your way with him next to you into the theatre and pick your seats. He hands you the candy from his pocket and your straw. You watch him take a sip of his drink, a thought pops in your head.

“Oh and I was going to ask, what does a cupcake emoji mean?” 

He chokes on his drink, hysterically coughing to clear his airways. In shock you rub his back to try to help. 

All you hear is a “Uuuuuuh,” before the lights darken and he sinks into his seat. The trailers start rolling. 

🧁🧁🧁🧁

“You dont understand!” Jisung whines dramatically, falling onto the couch at IN’s place. “They were buff and super handsome, definitely older. They must have been like the perfect catch! Someone worth being near her. BUT she said she would rather be there with me! WITH ME!” 

Minho chuckles at him, shoving him off the couch onto the floor. 

“Stay down there, it’s where you belong.” 

Jisung had called an emergency meeting the day after his ‘date’ not date with you. Jeongin had suggested they meet at his place, he insisted Jisung bring him food as a thank you for bailing on the movie.

Propping his head on the couch seat, body draped on the floor Jisung continued his rambles.

“She’s just so beautiful and smart AND FUNNY! How can one person be so amazing?” 

“Well if you actually would spend time alone with her you’d get to see even more of it.” Jeongin reprimends, setting drinks on his coffee table. 

“I know, I know. I just get so in my head when she’s around. My thoughts are a cluster of all my feelings and my mouth doesnt react.” He flops back down fully to the floor. 

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You quietly saunter towards the bedroom door. You had locked yourself out of your apartment and had been waiting for a call from your landlord when Jeongin had messaged you about coming over. You had worked the early morning shift this morning and you said you would agree if you could take a nap. 

Upon hearing a commotion in the living room you begrudgingly rolled out of Jeongin’s bed to go take a look. You hear Jisungs voice before you see him.

“When she first joined our group she was like this amazingly beautiful being. Like a goddess. I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was just so pretty. Whether she was working or studying or singing karaoke or even goofing around with Changbin and Chan. I realized she was goofy, she was confident but funny. She always had a genuine smile when she enjoyed herself and when she was happy her eyes would sparkle.”

Your breath stuttered. His words sinking into every inch of your heart. His true feelings for you.

“But I felt like she forced herself to smile at me sometimes, you know? Maybe she knew I was always staring and she thought it was creepy. I felt so guilty, I tried to stop looking at her. Then there was that time she was helping us study and I realized just how smart she was and dedicated! When Seungmin broke his leg and couldnt go to class, she made him extra notes to help him. She didn't want him to fall behind because it would wreck his everage, she knew how hard he worked for his scholarship. She’s attentive, she’s caring, she’s….she’s… everything.”

His words to describe you were probably the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. No one had ever talked about you like that before. 

“If I fall anymore in love with her, I’ll fall off the face of the earth.” 

You peek around the corner that conceals you, Jeongin is already staring at your direction. Jisung laying on his back on the floor staring at the ceiling. Minho keeping an eye on his friends meltdown. 

“You’d have to be able to tell her how you feel first.” Minho sighs, knowing his friend is too nervous around you. 

“Or you can ask her right now.” Jeongin laughs, still looking at you. He planned this. This evil conniving wet bread planned to have you overhear. 

“Huh?” Jisung sits up abruptly from his spot, eyes panicked as he looks to where Jeongin is watching. 

He makes a gargled noise and falls back to the floor when you step out for them to see you. 

“This is our que to leave you two alone. Minho why don’t you join me in my room to look at the new system I bought?” Jeongin stands, gesturing to the other.

“Sounds like a good idea. Now’s the time Ji, good luck.” He pats Jisung on the leg before walking away with the the youngest. 

“Jisung..?” You try, coming closer to him. His eyes now shut, his face completely red. “Jisung, listen,”

You take one final deep breath before continuing. Steeling yourself for any reaction he might have.

“I can either say I didn’t hear anything and we can pretend this never happened or…”

You pause, siting next to him on the floor, legs crossed, finger stretching out to poke his soft cheek. Him whimpering in response. 

“Or You can say that all again to my face and then we can discuss us.” 

“U-us..?” He flings himself upright, almost knocking into you. You laugh at his excitement. 

“Only if you want there to be, because I’d really like there to be.” 

“Yes. Yes. YES.” He abruptly, but confidently takes your hand in his. Constantly repeating a mantra of yes’. 

Maybe falling wasn’t too bad in the end, especially since you both landed together. On the Floor.

masterlist

#stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #han jisung fluff #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz jisung #skz reader x jisung #skz fluff #skz drabbles #han jisung #the cutest quokka ever #MEGA FLUFF #living and dying for skz fluff rn

[hournites]

Lavender Blue

Hournite as adults! Just a LOT of fluff!! You’ve been warned!

~.~ 

Breakfast is pancakes with blueberry compote and homemade hash browns. Beth dusts her fingertips on the sides of her apron, assessing the dining table. The tissue paper sticks out from the small gift bag in front of Rick’s plate. Beth worries her lip for the twentieth time, running her hand over the front of the apron, again and again, wrapped up in her nerves. This is what she always does, it’s bound to be predictable that he can tell something is up. She gets all worked up and makes a big meal. She thought of doing something different to surprise him, but this felt like the way to go. Food is her love language and baking is her coping mechanism, so it goes hand in hand that their dining room looks like a Michelin-star restaurant this morning. She knows Rick knows this, but even as she looks at the robin blue tablecloth and their wedding napkins set out, he’s going to be suspicious. Is he going to like it? Should I add powdered sugar to the pancakes? Should I play music? Did I take the syrup out? Should I set my goggles up to record this?

She just wants this to be perfect. As perfect as it can be.

The clock on the oven reads that it’s almost nine AM—It’s a Saturday, and they usually do like to sleep in, but Rick should be up by now. Beth sighs and finds some tin foil to cover over the warm food, then takes her apron off to wash her hands. Beth leans against the doorframe of their bedroom as Rick breathes evenly, fast asleep. A smile creeps up her face when she hops onto their wonderfully fluffy king-sized bed, crawling over the blankets to reach him. 

“Rick,” she whispers as she gently shakes him awake. She lifts his limp arm, but it flops right back onto the bed. “Rick, wake up.” 

He groans like he’s been shaken out of a grave. 

“Honey, I made pancakes.”

Beth leans back on her heels as Rick slowly pulls himself up from his sleep stupor. 

“Pancakes?” he mumbles. He squints at her, blinking harshly through the crust in his eyes. His hair is a bird's nest of a disaster, but she loves it all the same. She soaks up his squishy-soft drowsiness. “Good morning, handsome.”

“‘Morning,” Rick echoes back roughly. He drags his hand over his face, hiding a yawn. “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

“I do.” Beth rolls her eyes lightly. “You’ve been working overtime at Bannerman all week.”

“I’m working for the—”

“The promotion,” Beth finishes with him. She kisses his cheek when he looks at her softly. “I know. And you’re going to get it. But I’d like my husband to be less of a zombie, more of a man once you get the job. I’m going to need you.”

Rick's tired face crinkles into one of confusion as he shuffles out of bed. He gets dressed and Beth watches, wondering what must be going through his head. Rick doesn’t ask her to elaborate, so Beth takes his hand once he meets her at the doorway. “Pancakes are getting cold,” she reminds him. 

“Breakfast already? When did you wake up?”

“…I couldn’t sleep,” Beth admits. 

“At all? Why?”

“You’ll see when you come to the kitchen area. I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

They pad into the dining room, and Rick falls silent at the elaborate set up. Beth pulls on his hands, guiding him to his usual chair. Again, she can read Rick’s face like a book. It’s not his birthday or their anniversary or any JSA victory day, and yes, Beth likes to shower him with affection now and then, but that usually accompanies a lot of talk and a lot of flirting, which Beth is doing neither of right now. Her stomach flips again. She’s too nervous..

“Beth…What’s going on?”

Beth chews on her inner cheek, gesturing to the gift. “Open it.”

Rick sighs, reaching for the present. He lifts the tissue paper and pulls out a small vintage teddy bear. It’s one Beth had as a child. 

“What is this?” 

“A beanie baby.”

“A beanie baby?” He’s wholly confused and Beth would laugh about it if she wasn’t holding her breath.

“There’s something else in there.”

He catches her gaze and quirks an eyebrow. “Okay.” His hand goes inside the bag and pulls out a wrapped box. He slowly peels the paper backwards at the tape so that it doesn’t rip, exceedingly cautious for Hourman.

A lightweight rectangular box stares up at him. Rick shakes it by his ear, trying to get a feel for what is sliding around inside. “Is it another watch?” He chuckles, trying to tease a hint out of her. The JSA’s inside joke at every holiday is to give Rick a time-piece of some kind. Last year for Christmas, Courtney bought them a cuckoo clock that was cute for all of two weeks before driving them both crazy. Beth had begged Rick to smash it in one night after a tireless mission, coming home at 3 AM exhausted to be greeted by its shrieking. 

Beth shakes her head now.

“Who are you and what have you done to my talkative wife?”

Beth crosses her arms over her chest shyly. “I’m here.” She gives his shoulder a squeeze. “I’m just anxious. Please open it.”

“Okay,” he relents with a hint of concern, finally lifting the flap.

Rick sucks in a sharp breath at the two blue and white sticks inside. Beth doesn’t breathe at all, her hand clamped tightly on his broad shoulder. She’s already holding in tears when Rick’s voice breaks. “W-What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Rick stares at the pregnancy tests, stunned. His eyes flicker back and forth between the beanie baby and the tests, very slowly putting two and two together. He blinks up at her. “We’re having a baby?”

It’s overwhelming to hear Rick say the very words that have been bouncing around her head nonstop since Beth found out. The joy consumes her as tears spill over her eyes. “We’re having a baby, Rick.”

Rick stands, then immediately sits back down; his legs uncooperative with the shock. 

“Are you okay?”

“A-Are you sure?” 

Beth laughs a bit. “Yes, I’m sure, honey.” When Rick doesn’t snap out of his state, still staring at one of the tests in his hand, she sighs and finds her goggles. 

She straps them over her eyes and turns on the diagnostic mode, looking down to scan herself the way she had just discovered yesterday. Rick follows the harsh green holographic light projecting the embryo across the room. Statistics pop up on her hormonal levels. Beth flicks on the button to zoom in on the image, focusing on the contracting spasms–The baby’s heartbeat. 

Beth raises the goggles up to her hair. “See?”

“Holy—” Rick stands again, this time successfully, pulling her into his arms. He doesn’t say anything. Beth lets herself be hugged, so relieved to share her secret. She pulls back to gauge his reaction, still unsure of whether or not he’s frozen because he’s astonished and processing or because he’s scared. 

“This is a good thing, right?” She turns his head, making him look at her. “You’re happy? Rick? I need you to say something.” 

“I’m sorry,” Rick trips over his words, they’re stilted but at least it’s something. “Yes.”

Beth grins breathlessly. “You are?”

“Of course I’m happy, Beth. I just, I-I-I…” He kisses her hard, unable to use language to convey how he feels. Beth melts, gripping onto his t-shirt to kiss him back. 

“It’s a lot,” she agrees, hands still on his face, just desperate to see him smile. Their noses brush, and she kisses him again, this one is slower, sweeter, as she cards her fingers through his hair, trying to wake him up from his shock. 

It works. A little bit. “How long have you known?”

“Two days.”

“You were sick last week,” Rick realizes. “We thought it was something you ate. But it was…

“Morning sickness, yeah.”

“You didn’t find out then?”

“I didn’t think to check.”

Rick touches her blouse gingerly. Only the bottom edge, fingers fidgeting underneath at the hem. He looks up from her blouse to look at her. His eyebrow raises, face cleared with a storm of emotion Beth can’t identify. Like his entire being is in controlled stasis, waiting for her permission.  

Beth falls in love with him all over again. She grabs his hands, moves them underneath her shirt, lets him feel the skin that’ll stretch in the weeks to come. 

“That’s our baby.”

His breath hitches, pupils blown wide.

Her belly gurgles, hungry, and it breaks them both out of their dazed spell. They sit down to eat as Beth explains how she wanted to surprise Rick with this breakfast to break the news. She removes the tin foil from the pancake plate and serves them both. Rick still doesn’t make any move to eat or even touch the coffee in his mug, still processing everything.

 Beth goes to grab the syrup but her hand closes around thin air. She frowns. “I thought I brought out the maple syrup.” She makes a move to go get it, but Rick rockets out of his chair first, telling her to stay seated.

Beth settles back as he rummages through their fridge, wondering if she’s signing herself up for months of Rick doing things for her like this. She can’t decide if it’ll get annoying or not. For now she chooses to enjoy it. 

“Babe, it’s not here.”

“What?” Beth turns in her chair. “Did you try the cupboard?”

“Not here either. I think we ran out.”

“We don’t need it. I made the blueberry compote.” 

“But you always have syrup.”

Rick’s already putting on his leather jacket. “I can run over to the grocery store. It’ll be five minutes.”

“Rick!”

“Ten tops!” he promises, jingling his keys. He swipes his wallet from his bedroom, passing back to press a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

The front door closes and Rick’s car pulls out of their driveway. 

Beth sits alone, drumming her fingers against the tabletop. She sighs and toys with the ice in her glass, wondering if sticky syrup is even a good idea when her stomach lurches again. The food at this point will not be warm by the time Rick gets back. She gathers it all and puts it back in the oven to keep, then leans against the door of the kitchen appliance. She wrings her hands, twisting her wedding ring. 

That went…okay. 

Beth doesn’t want to be concerned by Rick’s very quiet reaction. She knows she needs to give him time to digest this life-altering news. Rick has always been this way. He’s learned to be stone faced to big changes so that others won’t see his real feelings. It’s wired from his childhood. But Rick wasn’t entirely stoic, not at all. She saw the lump in his throat, the vulnerable stammer in his voice. Beth felt the love in his kiss.

She just wants to know what he’s thinking. 

He said he’s happy, and Beth wants to believe him, but it’s possible he’s saying it to convince himself, and might need some more time to truly get there. Parenthood is a delicate subject for Rick. He misses his dad terribly, and scorns the man he’d been forced to call his dad even more. Every time they’ve talked about children, he said he’d be open to them trying, and that she’d make an amazing mother, but now that she's mulling it over, he’d never mentioned how he feels about himself becoming a dad. 

There’s going to be a lot to talk about over breakfast. They’re going to need to have JSA meetings too, as soon as they’re ready to share with their family and friends. She’s the first of the girls to get pregnant, they’ve never discussed what their game plans were for such a shift to their team. 

Sooner than she expects, the front door unlocks. Beth goes to greet him, opening the door to the foyer. Rick steps inside the house with a brown paper bag. Beth covers her mouth. 

“I got your syrup.”

He’s drowning in tears and he sniffles hard, fighting off sobs that shake his frame. He covers his face with the back of his sleeve and cries. 

“Rick. Come here.”

He drops the grocery bag and folds for a crushing hug. “We’re having a baby.” He picks her up and squeezes her, spinning her around slow enough not to give her vertigo, but fast enough for Beth to gasp and hold on as he says it over and over, dumbstruck with awe. “We’re having a baby!”

“We’re having a baby,” Beth replies, crying with him. 

Rick finally, finally grins. 

“I love you,” he tells her, all choked up. 

“I love you.” 

 They abandon the jug of syrup that rolls around on the floor. Rick sitting back at the table with Beth on his lap. She uses one of the wedding napkins to wipe the flood trickling from his eyes. “What happened back there in that head of yours? I was almost worried.”

“I don’t know. I was shocked. Got to the store and the cashier asked me if I was okay. I told them my wife was pregnant and I burst into tears.”

Her lip wobbles, imagining the scene. “Look at us,” she laughs. “Us Tylers are such softies.” 

Rick places his hand over her flat stomach, quirking a brow. “Us Tylers, huh?” 

Beth throws her arms around his neck, kissing her husband. “You’re not scared?” 

“Oh, I’m terrified,” Rick says frankly, meeting her gaze. “But we’ve got time to work that through.” 

Her stomach gurgles again and she leans against his shoulder and groans. “Rick can we please eat now?” She shimmies off his lap and runs to the oven, pulling the pancakes and hash browns out. “I’m eating for two. I’m starving.” 

Rick rushes after her, pulling the hot plates from her oven-mitts with the dish towel. “I got it.”

“No, I’ve got it, I’m good.” 

“Beth, you’re pregnant. You should be the one sitting down.” 

“Rick, you were literally just sobbing your eyes out–” 

“You were throwing up last week!”

“That was five days ago!” 

“You’re hungry! I don’t want you to faint!” 

“I’m not going to–” 

Beth sighs and lets Rick take the pancake tray, backing down when he hands a fluffy one over. She scowls and takes a bite, following him back to the dining room. “Oh–these are amazing, Rick try.” She breaks her pancake in half and stuffs half of it into Rick’s mouth. He splutters, forced to chew and swallow. “Wow…You…Wow. Yeah. Those are good pancakes.”

“I told you!”  

The beanie baby sits on the table, staring at them with its beaded eyes. 

Rick squints at it. “Is the bear judging us?” 

“I think he is.” 

Rick and Beth look at each other, both breaking out into matching giddy smiles. She doesn’t even care that they’re being so silly. They’re having a baby. Beth is on cloud nine.

Beth sits down and finally digs in. Once she’s downed two pancakes and at least half of her hash brown, she looks up again to find Rick staring at her with his chin in his hand in wonder, the delicious pancakes still untouched. 

She rolls her eyes fondly. “Honey.” 

“Hmm?” 

“If you die from starvation, you’ll never meet this baby.” 

Rick reluctantly picks up his fork. He takes a bite and immediately frowns. 

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked them.” 

 “I do. It’s just...What happened to the syrup?” 

#beth chapel #rick tyler #hournite #rick x beth #stargirl #fluff #MEGA FLUFF #hn fic #tkv fic #thank you tay @ cameronmahkent for telling me rick cries when he finds out jesse is pregnant lol #needed to do this for hournite

[simon-newman]

Aaaand...

Musashi get. With the first 10x pull as well...

On one hand I’m concerned with using up my luck. On the other hand It’s yet ANOTHER case this happens for me with an UR and I’m sitting here feeling like a king.

#Musashi #Azur Lane #Mega Fluff #Kitsune

[miserymet]

I was supposed to draw something cute today

#mega man #megaman #rockman #megaman au #megaman x #megaman manufactured #i am physically incapable of drawing fluff #youre getting doomed yaoi

[kairithemang0]

does this count as a curtwen moment?

the answer is no, but i'll say it is because im that desperate

#spies are forever #tin can bros #tin can brothers #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #just like ignore the fact this is after the show is over and yeah this is a fluff curtwen moment >:) #aka be desperate #like me #i am desperate #i was talking to a friend and i was like “yeah im watching a silly musical” #and i look up and owen is going “it's time to take your final bow curt” AND I WAS SO SAD I THOUGHT I WAS STILL AT THE SILLY PART #anyways #ive finished saf once again #and yep #it's still good #shocking no one at all

[front-facing-pokemon]

#lookin like kid icarus with all that fluff. looks like wings… #mega absol #thank you to anon for reminding me this one exists. because again. i had forgotten #what a good samaritan‚ not waiting until tomorrow to tell me so y'all could get a bonus episode. how nice… how thoughtful… #also delaying the next one in the queue which i can see in the background before this one and which is AMAZING. i LOVE the next one #so be prepared for that come 4 PM

[floredaqueen]

True Story

18+

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This is a true story ..

The knock at the door was jarring, especially with what happened last night. Mercedes was still cleaning up after everyone that morning while trying to contain her reckless feelings that were unleashed that night as well. She put down the sculpted glasses that were used for the banquet, her rich, melanin hands running through her perfectly quafted silk press put her hair through to distract herself.

The walk to the door was draining, every step she was contemplating if she should just let someone else get it.. but when that thought paused, she was already right in front of the crimson double doors. She opened one of them, her eyes fluttering up to see the beautiful blonde she wished she could erase form.

About all the lies I've fantasized..

"Hey, uh–" Immediately , she interrupted his lightly spoken words, all the way her eyes struggled to stay on his. And so she diverted to hay that he sported backwards on his ashe blonde locks that seemed to have no clue was gravity was unless they were contained by the cap.

"What is it, JJ?" She didn't really give a fuck about what he wanted. Mercedes couldn't stand to even look at him, let alone actually want to give want he wants.. and yet she stood there, obviously worn out and disheveled as she heard him out.

"I just.. wanted to know if you needed help cleaning up," He proudly, boyishly held up a bucket, a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and an industrial scrub brush.. The funny thing was the bucket contained a whole bunch of cleaning supplies that Mercedes could tell he just bought. As if she didn't have enough already.

"I have maids to help me do that, thanks." Her voice got softer as she thought about the kind gesture even as her mind pictured the worst of the night before.

'Bout you and I..

"Yeah, but I know you like doing it.." JJ's eyes smiled along with pretty curve of his lips, the mouth she envisioned all over someone else. Erstwhile, she searched for wine she hid and those stupid love letters she wrote to him but was too chicken to give him. The very fact that it warmed her heart frustrated her.

"Since when do you presume to know anything about me?" She'd scoff, her voice still weakly soft. If she raised it at all, she knew it would break. Instantly, the Pouge was taken aback.

This is a true story

"Woah, okay. I'm trying to be nice here," he spat out, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He could see the hurt in her eyes as she took a small step back from him, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. Mortification flooded through him as he realized how harsh his previous words must have sounded.

It wasn't intentional, he never meant to ridicule her or smash her heart to pieces. But he had a habit of speaking without thinking, rationalizing his own feelings without regard for how it affected others. In his mind, he was just being honest - but the words had come out all wrong.

He tended to disconnect from emotions, both his own and others. It was easier that way, or so he told himself. But now, looking at her as she tried to hold back tears, he saw the damage he had caused. If only he had taken a moment to pause, to consider her perspective before blurting out a response fueled by his own discomfort.

About all the games

But it was too late now. The words hung heavily between them, cutting deep. All he could do was apologize sincerely and hope, hope that she knew he never intended to hurt her so callously. But the damage was done, and he knew it would take time to heal those painful bruises to her heart. Time and care that he hoped, next time, he could give before it was too late.

"Well, I don't expect you to. You can leave," *She was quick to try and close the door on him, JJ being more than quick enough to catch it before it did. Mercedes flinched a bit, JJ noticing too late. He was still stuck on the complete rejection she just gave him.

I know you've played.

"What the hell's your problem?" Did he really just say that? 'What's HER problem?' His seeming oblivion pushed her right to the edge. Her cheeks blew themselves out, Mercedes just trying to keep her eyes from going glassy.

"My problem is you, JJ! I hate you!!" The silence between them was damning, the girl feeling the shake of her hands. She didn't mean that, not in the way she said it. JJ on the other hand felt his hard gaze soften, finally understanding where her despair accumulated. His own thoughts reverted back to the night before, the ashe blonde rather having his tongue down some other girl's throat than to have to be alone with the girl he had real romantic feelings for.

Boy, this is not what I need. (Give me your love, give me your love)

Mercedes found them together, her heart dropping to meet the dead butterflies in her stomach. Her head was pound as she dropped wine she copped from her kitchen. She couldn't breath. She couldn't think. The Kook princess just felt hard.

"Oh, god.." "Oh my God.." "Oh my God.."

The last thing she remembered doing was sobbing in her locked room until she passed out.

Not what I want. (Give me your love, give me your love)

"'Cedes.." He started, not getting very far with the way tears quickly swelled up in Mercedes' eyes before they boiled over like a steaming hot pot of water.

"I HATE the way you make me feel.." That was true, even through her resurrected sorrows just by looking at his sweet face. Her heart contorts, her face gets hot, the he makes her smile, the way he smiled, his laugh and the butterflies start swarming..

"'Mercedes"

"Then I find you mid-fuck with Adrisa in the goddamn game room-" Voice already broken, Mercedes choked on her words. It.. might seem stupid.. they weren't even together. They were just friends, but the way she wished it was her lips he was locking with her own while his hands struggled to pull off her dress.. out of passion, our of desire and built up want. It was the only thing she was holding onto after saw JJ.

It's NOT gonna happen to me. (Give me YOUR love, love love)

"You don't get to make it all better after you made the shit worse!" JJ froze as her words cut through him. Even then, JJ selfishly acted, the beautiful blonde boy dropping the supplies in his hand before those same hands pulled the sorrowful girl in. Mercedes trembled, the trauma still raw within her even as heir lips met with a hungry passion, yet also a healing tenderness. JJ cradled her gently yet firmly, pouring his care and regret into the kiss. Mercedes clung to him, taking what comfort she could in his strong embrace.

For a moment, all else faded - only this connection between them remained. An anchor in the storm of her grief. She came to her senses then, her face contorting as her tears continued to uncontrollably stream down her cheeks. A second after, she shoved him away, running him out of her home with one thought.

"Get OUT!!" Slammed the door behind her before sliding down it and shielding her shiny dark crown.

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I wrote this as a way to immediately heal from the situation I just went through. Is it like anything real? Just wishful, dramatic thinking. Thanks for putting up with it. I know it's not good, it's jumbled emotions I'm trying to piece together with characters I'm currently obsessed with. Okay bye.

#artists on tumblr #original art #obx #ocs #jj obx imagine #jj obx #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx jj maybank #jj outer banks #outer banks jj #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank angst #mEGA angst #im so in my fucking feelings #please bare with me #heartbroken #heartbreak #heartache #im feeling heartbroken #drama #outer banks imagine #outer banks #jj maybank x fem!oc.

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

“You guys never wanna hang out anymore.”

Dustin crosses his arms over his chest and turns away, which earns a scoff and a laugh from Eddie.

“We’re hanging out right now, Henderson.”

“Not just us,” Dustin grumbles.

He narrows his eyes, and when Eddie follows his gaze, he spots Steve a couple yards away. Cupping Billy’s face in his hands and kissing the freckled bridge of his nose.

The sight warms Eddie’s heart. Especially when the blond doesn’t struggle to get away from the affection.

“Should I not invite them next time?” Eddie asks. “Stevie’s never been good about holding back on the PDA.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Eddie’s brows draw down in concentration. It can be difficult to keep up with Dustin’s likes and dislikes sometimes — when Eddie and Steve first got together, he gave Eddie the cold shoulder for a while. Didn’t talk to Steve much either, but he completely ignored Eddie whenever he saw fit. Turns out no matter how cool he might think Eddie is, Steve is just a notch higher in his book.

Big brothers do come before best friends, Eddie supposes.

It was worse when they first announced that Billy was their partner as well. Dustin was pissed, but he didn’t make it obvious unless Billy was around.

Eddie honestly thought he’d gotten over it already.

“That’s not fair.”

Dustin tears his gaze away from the smooching couple and furrows his brows at Eddie.

“What?”

“I can’t invite Steve but not Billy. That wouldn’t be fair.”

“He can’t stand to be away from you guys for an afternoon?” Dustin huffs. “I miss just hanging out with you both.”

“Look, if you wanna hang out one-on-one, we can plan accordingly. If you wanna hang out with Stevie and I, we can plan accordingly.” Eddie leans back on his hands in the grass. Tilting his head to the side. “But we can’t just spontaneously go out, and tell Billy that he can’t come for no reason. Okay?”

Dustin’s face looks like it’s going to explode out of his head for a moment. Eddie sighs and internally braces himself for whatever tantrum is about to grace him, but his attention is pulled away by a chorus of laughter a ways away.

His boys are lying on the ground, chests heaving from running around and because Steve just not-so-gracefully tackled Billy. Their smiles are huge, even when Billy springs up and starts wrestling Steve into the grass with the goal to pin him.

The sight, the sound of their giggles and fast breaths makes Eddie’s heart soar. He’s never been the roughhousing, physical type.

But he’s glad they’ve found that in each other.

“I guess I just don’t get it,” Dustin says.

Eddie glances over at him. Finds that he, too, is watching the display.

“Get what?”

Dustin pulls a few blades of grass up out of the ground and drops them unceremoniously before he rips more out while he thinks.

“Why you guys like him so much.”

“Want me to tell you?”

Their eyes meet briefly and Dustin nods. Eddie spreads a little smile.

“He loves hard and fast, makes it kinda hard to keep up with sometimes,” Eddie chuckles. “Stevie’s all about being slow and careful. His way of loving is very handled, so to speak.”

In the distance, the laughter has quieted down. Billy, on his back, gently smooths his palms up Steve’s thighs. Lets himself be pressed into the earth by warm weight and soft lips.

Eddie continues, “Obviously, calm and crazy don’t always mix very well on their own, so they need a mediator sometimes. Someone who’s a little bit both.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at Dustin, who huffs amusedly as he considers the new information.

“You guys balance each other out? That’s kind of cliche.”

“Maybe so, but the point I was getting to is that if we left Billy at home today, what do you think Steve would be doing right now? Sitting here looking bored? Pacing?”

“Probably…”

“And what about Billy? Alone at home wondering why we didn’t include him? He’s a lot more sensitive than he looks, kid, I guarantee he would’ve been in tears within the first hour after we left.”

Dustin pouts for a moment. Eddie looks back up the hill. Finds Steve carefully brushing Billy’s hair out of his face and smoothing his thumb along his cheekbone.

They both look so tuckered out suddenly.

“We’re better together, Henderson. I would’ve been really sad at the end of the night if I went home and found my boy upset like that, and so would Steve.”

Dustin nods dejectedly.

“Yeah…”

“We can definitely plan to hang out, though,” Eddie reassures. Reaches out and nudges Dustin’s shoulder with his knuckles. “Just us.”

Dustin nods again, but this time he spreads the faintest smile as well.

Their attention is pulled away when footsteps approach. Billy and Steve are hand-in-hand, walking down the hill, when Steve slips on the grass. Billy pulls him back up before he even makes contact with the ground, resulting in giggles and a slightly startled-looking brunet.

Once they reach the base of the hill, they come to settle at each of Eddie’s sides. Billy leans heavily into his shoulder and sighs fondly when an arm drapes around him.

“Did Stevie get too rough with you again?” Eddie coos.

Billy snorts.

“Other way around, Edd,” Steve huffs.

“I was gentle.”

“Sure, that’s probably why I’m gonna be covered in bruises tomorrow.” Steve shifts into Eddie’s other side, lacing both of his arms around his torso. “People at work are gonna be asking me if I’m safe at home.”

Every word is very evidently accompanied by a smile. Billy chuckles and presses closer. Reaches out to lightly brush his fingers over Steve’s forearm.

“I didn’t rough you up too bad, did I?”

Every time the two tousle around, Steve has to try and keep up, meanwhile Billy shows restraint. He rolls over every time without fail and lets Steve pin him.

It’s like a dance that they do.

“No, love, you didn’t.”

Both boys at either of Eddie’s sides curl closer to him, effectively sandwiching him between them. He presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead while he cards his fingers into Billy’s hair.

Practically has them both purring in a matter of seconds.

“Couple a’ sweethearts,” he muses.

Billy sits up a little, just enough to look at him.

“You wanna go, Munson?” he challenges. “I’ll take you out right now.”

A large hand smooths up Eddie’s sternum, over his collar and comes to rest at the crook of his neck, thumb gently swiping over his Adam’s apple.

“Sure,” Eddie hums. “Where’re we gonna eat?”

The blond snickers and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Anywhere you want. Steve’s treat.”

“Hey.”

Steve reaches over and playfully thumps Billy’s leg, which has the blond grinning in the moment of stillness before he reaches back, and Steve dodges away from his hand. They’re quickly scrambling to get up again, sneakers ripping grass from the earth as Billy seamlessly separates from Eddie’s side and lunges at the other brunet.

Then they’re back to chasing one another and huffing out-of-breath giggles.

Eddie watches for a moment, smiling. Just until they wind up on the ground again with Steve on top.

“Yeah, Henderson, I love my boys. I love ‘em a lot,” Eddie says softly. He glances over at Dustin just in time to see him avert his eyes, a contemplative look playing on his features. “I bet you’d get along with Billy if you gave him a chance. He and I are pretty similar in some aspects.”

Dustin makes a face.

“How so? Aside from the taste in music.”

Eddie blows a raspberry and leans back on his hands, looking up at the fading blue of the sky.

“He’s nerdy, for one. He’s always reading gothic literature that goes way over my head, and I read some pretty odd shit,” Eddie begins. “He proofreads my notes and all of my campaigns, which I’m sure none of you guys know about, now that I think about it. Y’know how I brought Iymrith back a few sessions ago and you guys all lost your shit?”

Dustin’s eyes widen and his jaw drops.

“That was his idea?”

“Sure was. He also suggested the mimics, among other things— my point is, he’s more on-our-level than you give him credit for. I think you’d enjoy him if you took a sec to look past all of the denim and hairspray.”

Dustin seems to think on it. Eddie lolls his head to the side and sighs softly.

“Doesn’t have to be today, obviously. This stuff takes time,” Eddie adds.

The chorus of laughter has stopped. Billy and Steve lie next to each other in the grass, pressed as close as they can physically get, chests still rising and falling a little fast.

Dustin presses his lips into a line as he watches them. Watches how Steve nuzzles their heads together and splays a hand against Billy’s chest, smoothing down to settle just over his ribs at his opposite side.

Though Eddie would like to think that his words have fixed everything, he knows deep down that Steve has the ultimate sway.

And his soft touches speak louder than any words ever could.

“Okay,” Dustin says.

His gaze lingers on the couple a few paces away for a moment longer before he pulls more grass up from the earth, a look of contentment on his face.

Eddie can’t help but grin.

“Okay.”

#harringroveson #metalsandwich #stedilly #dustin & eddie #dustin & steve #eddie munson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #dustin henderson #fluff #ficlet #they’re just boys in love #also Steve being just that little bit more important to Dustin is a mega hc of mine #like Dustin loves Eddie but Steve is just. That’s his big brother forever and always #my writing #unedited #billy antis dni

[glittter-skeleton]

Fuck it, they’re soft

#curtwen fluff for the soul #I will never get Owen to actually look like Joey I’ve accepted it #spies are forever #agent curt mega #owen carvour #curtwen #starkid

[angelwiththeblue-box]

theyre sharing a bed for budget cuts, of course… no other reason

taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @lab-trash @joshkiszkashusband @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @dramabeansoup @genuine-possum (lemme know if you want to be added or removed)

#eli draws #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #curt x owen #spies are forever #saf fanart #tin can bros #curtwen fanart #fluff #fanart #my art

[happy74827]

Cool Rider

[Steve Rogers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When another date ends in disaster, and Steve shows up in an attempt to “cheer” you up, you’re instantly against everything. But it’s Steve, and you should know by now that he never takes no for an answer.

WC: 3859

Category: Fluff

A lot of people liked my other Steve fic, so I felt inclined to make another. This time with a lot more fluff (you’re welcome @summerrivera777777).

『••✎••』

Needless to say, you were shocked when you heard the roar of a motorcycle.

You didn’t do well with dates. In your 24 years of life, you had a total of one boyfriend, and he was the absolute worst. So, in the last six months, you have been avoiding all social activities like the plague and focusing solely on yourself and your future.

That meant that you had become very comfortable being a hermit and avoiding any and all contact with other human beings. You were happy that way.

So why was a man who looked like an absolute God sitting on a motorcycle at the front door of your house?

Well, because you broke that rule a week ago.

In all fairness, the man was cute. A nerdy, awkward kind of cute. And he was a gentleman. And you were lonely.

So, when he asked you for your number, you were too lonely to turn him down. You hadn’t expected him to call, and you certainly didn’t expect him to ask you out on a date. But you also didn't think you would have the willpower to say no.

So you accepted, and it turned out to be the biggest regret of your life. The “nerd” was actually a complete dick, and after 30 minutes, you just wanted to go home. But you couldn’t because he refused to pay for the meal, so you were stuck there with him.

The worst part of the night was when he got into his car and tried to follow you home. He kept insisting that he just wanted to be a good guy and make sure that you got home safely, but you were sure that he just wanted to see where you lived and probably get in a few gropes along the way.

Luckily, you were able to lose him about three blocks from your house. It was a good thing, too, because your phone had died a couple of blocks ago, and you were afraid that if you got caught by him, you wouldn't have a way to call for help.

The next day, you made an executive decision to stay the hell away from men, with the exception of a few nice, safe friends. That was how you ended up here, seven days later, hiding in your room and ignoring your doorbell.

The bell kept ringing, and you knew that whoever was out there wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Groaning, you threw your covers off of your body and stomped towards the front door.

You threw open the door, ready to rip someone a new one, when your angry speech caught in your throat.

Steve Rogers was standing on your front porch.

He was a friend from work, to simplify a very long story. You met him two years ago when you started at SHIELD. You were a tech genius, and you worked closely with the Avengers to keep their equipment running.

Steve was always sweet and funny. You had a lot in common and were very close. After a while, you started hanging out with him and his friends, Natasha, Sam, and Bucky. It was great.

As exceptions to men go, he was definitely a big one. He was a walking god, with the physique and the looks to prove it. And here he was, on your front porch, holding keys that belonged to the motorcycle parked out front.

You looked at the motorcycle, then back to Steve, before your face went blank.

"No."

"What?"

"No."

Steve cocked an eyebrow. A smile tugged at his lips as if he were amused. "No?"

"Nope. Whatever you're trying to sell, I'm not buying."

"Why would I be trying to sell you something? I’m not even selling anything."

"It’s an expression, Steve, Jesus." You said, throwing your hands up in exasperation. Steve might’ve been your best friend, but the guy was such a 90-year-old sometimes. "If you think that I'm going to get on that thing with you, you're wrong. It's death on two wheels."

His eyes widened in surprise, a laugh bubbling in his throat. He looked over his shoulder at the bike, then back to you.

"That's... a little dramatic, don't you think?"

"I'm serious, Steve. It's not happening. I don't trust that thing, and I'm not going to die in some freak accident."

He crossed his arms over his chest, the sleeves of his leather jacket tightening over his biceps. His smile didn't fade as he spoke, which only annoyed you more.

"It's not going to kill you. I’m quite insulted that you would think that I would put you in danger."

"You're an Avenger. You put me in danger just by existing."

His lips twitched, and you had the feeling that he was holding back a comment.

"Look," he said, leaning against the door frame. "You haven't come out with us in weeks, and I'm worried. It's not healthy to lock yourself in your house all the time. With the job we have, there's never a guarantee of tomorrow, and if I were you, I'd want to spend every day living it to the fullest."

His words caught you off guard. He was right. It had been almost two months since you had gone out with the group. You just couldn't find the motivation. You were content being at home, alone. You had gotten a little lax in your friendships, only going to work and coming straight home. And now, with the… issues… with your date, you just didn't have the heart to try again.

You could feel your resolve starting to crumble, but you tried to stay strong.

"That's a low blow, Rogers." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. "But my answer is still no."

"You think that was a low blow?” He scoffed as he pushed himself away from the door and took a step forward.

He was so much taller than you, and his presence was overwhelming. With the added tightness of his clothing and the confidence in his eyes, it tricked your eyes into seeing him as bigger than he really was. He was big, of course, but right now, it felt like he was towering over you.

Your heart began to race, a flush spreading over your cheeks.

"You clearly never played football because if you did, you'd know that this was a real low blow."

Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You squealed, slapping your hand against his lower back. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, and you could see the muscles ripple in his back with every step that he took. "Put me down!"

"You're going to have fun today."

"Steve! Put me down right now! I swear to God if you don't-"

"You'll what?" He laughed, the deep rumble making your stomach flutter. "Punish me?"

You huffed as you pounded on his back with your fist. You weren't mad at him, really; you just didn't know how to respond.

Steve practically dragged you outside. You were sure that you looked ridiculous, but you were thankful that you lived far enough away from your neighbors for no one to witness this. When he finally set you down next to the motorcycle, you gave him a glare.

"You're an ass, Steve Rogers."

He gave you a smirk as he swung his leg over the bike, his leather jacket tightening around his arm as his muscles flexed. Personally, you hated leather, but the way it fit him...

"Steve, I’m not wearing the right clothes."

He was quiet as his eyes swept over you. You were wearing shorts and a tank top since it was the middle of summer and you were hot, but he was looking at you like you were covered head to toe in leather.

"We can go buy something and change in the bathroom or something."

He seemed to think for a moment before he gave a single nod.

"Sure."

He started the bike and motioned for you to get on behind him. Goddamn it, Steve.

Sighing, you swung your leg over the bike and wrapped your arms around his torso. It was an incredibly intimate position, with your body pressed up against his and your faces mere inches apart. For a moment, you didn’t even realize when he swung a helmet down in front of your face.

"Put this on, Scaredy-Cat."

"Shut up, I'm not scared. Just... concerned."

He raised an eyebrow at you, his smirk still ever-present. You rolled your eyes before slipping the helmet onto your head.

The engine rumbled beneath you, and Steve revved the engine a couple of times, laughing when you squeaked in surprise and gripped him tighter. You could feel the laughter in his chest, his muscles moving under your fingers.

"Hold on tight, princess. Wouldn't want you falling off."

"You're a dick."

"Language."

"I will push you off this bike."

Steve didn't say anything; he just pulled the kickstand up and eased the bike into drive.

You squealed when the bike began to move, tightening your hold on Steve and burying your face in his back. He didn’t seem to mind; he just chuckled and sped up a bit.

You tried not to scream as he maneuvered the bike through traffic, weaving in and out of cars. It was a terrifying experience, especially since you had the distinct impression that Steve was taking advantage of the situation and driving recklessly.

You felt the wind on your legs and the constant hair strands whipping into your face, but you refused to look up. The speed, the closeness of the cars, and the fact that there was nothing keeping you on the bike except for Steve made it impossible to even think about moving.

When Steve finally stopped the bike, you had your eyes closed tight, and your body pressed completely up against him. Your arms were wrapped around him so tightly he was surprised you could breathe.

He took a moment to enjoy the feeling before gently prying your hands off of him and stepping off the bike. He turned and reached out a hand for you, waiting patiently for you to move. When you didn’t, he moved back towards the bike and took the helmet off your head.

You were breathing hard, trying desperately not to show how scared you were.

"It wasn’t that bad."

You shot him a glare, which made him grin.

"Just... shut up."

He laughed and helped you off the bike, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. He was a gentleman, of course, and you couldn’t complain about the feeling of his hard body pressed up against yours, but the sudden closeness was a bit overwhelming.

"Ugh, I think I have whiplash."

"Liar," said Steve with another laugh, be dramatic. You liked it, admit it."

"Whatever, why are you even kidnapping me, anyways?"

"I told you. It's not healthy to sit in a dark room, alone, all day, every day."

"First, rude.” You said, giving him a nudge in the side. He let out a small sound, which made your eyes widen in surprise.

"Did that hurt you, oh Captain, my Captain?"

"It didn't hurt," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "And second?"

"What?"

"First, rude," he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "Second?"

"Oh! Yeah, why are we actually doing this?"

That’s when Steve paused. Your heart instantly dropped at his hesitation. Steve only hesitated for two reasons. The first reason would be if he were completely at a loss for words, and clearly, by his recent attitude, that wasn’t the case. So that left the second reason: because he knew something that he either didn’t want to tell you or something he wasn’t supposed to know.

With recent events, it wasn’t difficult to guess what was happening.

"Natasha told you, didn't she."

You were already pulling away from him, ready to go back home and hide in your bed for the rest of eternity, when he caught your wrist.

“Hey,” His voice was softer, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “It doesn't matter. What matters is that you have a good time today, alright? So, forget about what happened, forget about what Natasha said, and just focus on having a good day. Okay?"

“I don’t want a pity date, Steve. It’s nice that you care and everything, but-”

"I'm not pity dating you." His voice was firm, and his face was hard, the complete opposite of the way it was just moments before.

"Then what do you call this? My actual date sucked, and I've been cooped up in my house, so you thought, 'Hey, why not take her out and show her a good time?'"

Steve let out a sigh and shook his head, his fingers loosening around your wrist. "No, no. That's not... I'm sorry."

The change in him was drastic. He seemed to shrink in on himself, and his head drooped like a kicked puppy.

"Steve,"

He lifted his head and looked at you, his baby-blue eyes filled with guilt.

"You have no idea how badly I want to punch that guy for treating you like that.” He spoke softly as if the words were only meant for him to hear. But, as the saying goes, the walls have ears, and the parking lot was pretty damn quiet. “But that's not what this is. You're my friend, and I hate to see you sad. I'm not here just because of a stupid date. I'm here because I care about you."

There was a pause, a heavy silence hanging between the two of you. He was looking at you expectantly, a pleading look in his eyes.

"I'm not going to make you talk about it if you don't want to."

"Okay,"

"And I'm not going to bring it up again unless you do.”

"Okay."

"And, I'm not going to ask you for anything in return, maybe a little more conversation, a smile, maybe a laugh, but other than that..."

A smile slowly crept onto your face. He had the uncanny ability to make everyone else smile, regardless of their mood, and he was the only one who could do it. It’s not that his jokes were particularly funny because they weren't, but it was the way he said them.

He was an awkward, nervous mess most of the time, but when he was confident when he was in his element, there was no stopping him.

"You sure you want to waste all your energy on me, old man?"

His lips twitched at the nickname, his eyes brightening. "For you, doll? Anything."

And there it was. That goddamn smile that made your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He was just too sweet, and it was completely unfair.

"Come on," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you close. "Let's get you something nice."

You smiled as you walked next to him. As much as you hated the motorcycle ride, it was nice to spend some time with Steve. He parked outside a Target, and the two of you walked in, immediately making your way to the women's section.

You took charge almost immediately, going to the racks and picking out different things. Steve followed behind you, carrying your armfuls of clothes as you added more. You went through rack after rack, throwing the things that caught your eye into his arms.

After about the tenth outfit, you turned around and saw him standing there, his arms filled with clothing and a smile on his face. You ignored it or tried to, as you turned back around and went to another rack.

When you finally finished, you had an armful of outfits, and Steve was practically weighed down. He didn't seem to mind, though, and you had the feeling that he had enjoyed his role as a pack mule. When the shopping was done, you ran to the bathrooms and changed into the outfit while Steve waited outside.

A pullover hoodie and a pair of jeans, the closest thing that Target had to leather. Not exactly what you wanted, but it would work. When you stepped out of the stall, you found Steve sitting in one of the chairs, flipping through a magazine. Such a 90-year-old, again.

He looked up when he heard the door open, his eyes sweeping over your form.

"Where to now? The ditch?"

Steve rolled his eyes, a smile spreading across his lips. "You’re an avid book reader, right? What's the biggest bookstore in the area?"

"Are we going to Barnes and Noble or something?"

"If that's what's closest."

You paused, watching his expression. There was no sign of teasing, no hint that this was a joke.

"…Really? Barnes and Noble?"

"Is that an issue?"

The disbelief must have been written on your face because Steve gave a loud laugh, throwing his head back.

"Oh, come on. I can be spontaneous!"

"Sure," you mumbled, trying not to show how happy his statement had made you. He remembered a stupid fact about you that you had told him months ago. And he had stored it, not forgotten it.

You felt like you were in the twilight zone, but you weren't complaining.

Steve bought the outfit and threw the tags away, and the two of you got back on the motorcycle. It was easier, this time, with the knowledge that he had cared enough to listen to your ramblings. Maybe he cared enough to calm it.

You had your face buried in his back, not out of fear this time, but out of comfort. You couldn’t see him smile as he sped up, but you could feel it.

At Barnes and Noble, he sat and watched as you wandered the store, a smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, didn't pressure you into talking, didn’t even try to join in; he just sat and listened as you read him the summaries of the books. You didn’t even mean to; it just kind of happened.

One moment, you were looking through the books; the next, you were reading the synopsis out loud to Steve. He didn’t say anything, didn't make any indication that he was listening, but you could tell by the way his head would turn towards you when you spoke. And once again, Steve was your personal pack mule, carrying the books that you were interested in.

By the end of the night, he had an armful of books, a satisfied smile on his face, and you were laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed this much, the last time you had felt so happy.

When you got home, the sky was dark, and the moon was high. Steve followed you inside and set the books down on the coffee table. He had refused to let you carry them, insisting that they would get ruined in your hands. You didn't bother fighting him on it and allowed him to carry them.

"Do you want a drink or anything? Something to eat?" It was obvious you were slightly nervous now, but Steve didn’t seem the notice… or even care at this point.

"No, thank you. I should probably be getting back."

"Oh." You paused, not really wanting him to leave, but you couldn’t ask him to stay. You were friends, that was it, and nothing more. "Okay, yeah."

"Well," he started, his fingers flexing by his side. "I'll see you soon, then?"

"Yeah," you said, giving him a smile. "See you soon, Steve."

He looked like he was going to say something else before he gave you a soft smile and walked out.

Once he was gone, you shut the door and let out a sigh. Today was perfect, and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for enjoying yourself, hated that you were able to push away all thoughts of him. It was like the universe was taunting you, dangling the perfect guy in front of your face, and you couldn’t have him.

"Why him, huh?"

"I can still hear you." Steve's voice echoed through the house despite his absence in it, and you internally groaned as you got up to stare out the window. Damn, his super hearing.

You pulled the blinds aside and watched as Steve got on his bike, his helmet still in his hands.

"Steve."

He paused, turning his head towards the house. He couldn’t hear what you were saying now that he was by his bike, not with the closed windows, but he could see the silhouette of your body against the curtains. You lifted it up in an instant, an invitation.

"Steve.” You repeated, and this time he heard it. Loud and clear.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really mean it? That this wasn’t a pity date?"

Steve paused for a moment, his lips slightly parted. After a moment, he rested his helmet on the handlebars and made his way back to you. He stopped inches from you, slightly bending down through the window.

A smile and a simple glimpse at your lips was his only answer. He looked back in your eyes, his expression soft, waiting. He was leaving it up to you, not wanting to push, not wanting to scare. He wanted it, but he wasn’t going to force it.

It was all the incentive that you needed.

You reached through the window and grabbed his jacket, pulling him forward and crashing your lips together. It was desperate and slightly awkward since you were halfway through the window, but neither of you seemed to care.

Steve reached forward and grabbed the side of the window, pushing it open even further and lifting you through. You let out a surprised squeak, which quickly turned into a moan as he pressed you up against the house.

His lips were warm and softer than you expected. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

After a few moments, Steve pulled away, his forehead resting on yours and a smile on his face.

"Okay, this wasn't a pity date."

Steve let out a laugh, the breath puffing against your face.

"Good. Glad we established that."

"What was this, then? I've been told that Captain America wasn’t one to put out on the first date."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely not. I'm a gentleman."

"Then what's this, Steve? What was today?"

His arm tightened around you, and he pressed his lips against your forehead, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Like I said, I can be spontaneous."

"Spontaneous," you mumbled, letting out a laugh.

"And," he continued, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "It seems good girls like a little bad every now and then. You especially, given your choice of dates."

"So, is that what this is? Captain America showing me a good time?"

"No. This is Steve Rogers showing his girl a good time."

"Your girl, huh?"

"Yeah," he murmured, his lips inches from yours. "My girl."

And when his lips met yours again, all you could think about was the leather jacket, the motorcycle, and the promise of more.

And a whole lot more bad.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female!reader #steve rogers/reader #mcu #mcu steve rogers #mcu fic #steve rogers fic #x reader #reader #fanfic #fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x female!reader #steve rogers x yn #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x yn #steve rogers imagine #fluff #mega fluff #marvelfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fandom #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #thor odinson x reader #mcu fanfiction #mcu fandom #natasha romanoff

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A couple.

#megaman #mega man #rockman #asterisk.bmp #they are together #I wanted to draw more fluff since I tend to be less fluffy with them #sure I like to see them fight and argue #but I wanna show why do the two love each other by the end

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me just wanting to have something to play in the background while I work only for me to end up getting invested in itSKDJFSNDFSN 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

#fluff binges !!! #I don't even know why the brief arc with Korrina and Lucario made me so emotional but it did #when she held steady even when Mega Lucario was literally biting down her arm aoooooouughggg......... oooguuuuguughgGGGghh 😭😭😭😭😭 #this series honestly does such a great job making me like every gym leader we've met so far like Viola and Grant were great too #I hear XYZ bangs even harder but I wanna go chronologically y'knowww and so far XY has been really fun !!! #/Sycamore-featured episodes have been my top faves I'm afraidcoughCOUGHGHN /LH /LH #Clemont is my scrunkly tho he's so silly #I love me them anxious types with that perfect dash of whimsy and over the top #there go my plans for just background noise fr I can't take my eyes away from the eps now skjdfjsndfs #pokemon #pokemon xy #anipoke #pokeani #gym leader korrina #lucario

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Taylor Swift prompts: Matt/Foggy, 13

13. hands around a cold glass (from the SECOND Taylor Swift prompt list) I was struggling with some writer's block a few weeks ago and my dearest Zainab was kind enough to give me permission to write a tiny Matt/Foggy-centric one-shot set in her Great British Bake-Off AU and I absolutely leapt at the chance, because I love this 'verse and I've been bothering her with texts about what these two would be up to in that AU since like January. I think this makes sense without reading her previous entries in the series (which focus primarily on Sam and Bucky, with an ensemble cast of other MCU characters), but you should read them anyway because they're very good and they will make your life better! Cross-posted to AO3 here (with more notes) if that's your jam 🍯

Even though they’ve set aside their evening for the express purpose of making a decision, Foggy waits until they’ve finished the takeout they ordered to the office (neutral ground, so no one has home field advantage) and cleaned up all the various cartons and silverware and settled back at the conference table with each of their second beers of the night before he brings up the thing they’re supposed to be talking about.

“Okay,” Foggy says, setting his beer down firmly and flipping a page over on his legal pad to find where he scribbled some notes earlier. “Reason number one that you should move into my apartment: you love me.”

“You can’t use that as one of your reasons,” Matt replies, tapping a pen against the table in a fidgety gesture that’s unlike him.

“Why not?”

“Because you also love me, which means you should move into my apartment. They cancel each other out!”

“Oh, my bad,” Foggy says, as he crosses it off his list. “I didn’t know we were playing by Boggle rules…”

Matt scrunches his nose in confusion. “I’m not familiar.”

“Really?” he asks. “You don’t know Boggle? It’s like a classic word game, you have these little cubes with letters on them that you shake and—you know what, saying it out loud, it makes sense that you haven’t played it. I understand that now. It would be impossibly boring even if there was a braille version. Moving on! Reason number two that you should move in with me!”

“Okay…”

“I’m super handsome.”

“Foggy!”

“What?”

Matt shakes his head. “I’m also handsome,” he says, quietly, after a minute.

“Damn, that’s true,” Foggy says, as if it had never occurred to him.

“Please take this seriously!”

“Fine! Reason number three: I have a lot more stuff than you do. It will take me so long to pack and it will probably make me cry and possibly throw up. You, comparatively, would have a much easier time packing, because you live like a weird, sad monk.”

“Hey! I do not! Just because I don’t like clutter…”

“Until we started dating, you owned one singular blanket,” Foggy points out. “It was a blanket for your bed and your couch that you moved back and forth as needed.”

“It was a perfectly good system,” Matt grumbles.

“Right, but isn’t it better now that you have a bed blanket and a couch blanket?”

“I guess,” Matt admits, as though he’s being tormented. “To be fair, it would probably take you at least a week just to pack up all of your cookbooks.”

“I don’t have that many!”

“You bought three new ones last week! That’s already three more than I own!”

“I can’t help it that my friends keep writing cookbooks,” Foggy objects. “What was I supposed to do, Matt? Not buy Daisy’s book?”

Matt crosses his arms, irritably. “No, but you didn’t know the authors of the other two books you bought. You could’ve skipped theirs.”

“Cookbooks make me happy! I don’t tell you not to…go to the gym!”

“You do, in fact, tell me that all the time.”

Foggy makes a hand gesture that’s meant to convey the sentiment of duh, except that such things are generally lost on Matt, for obvious reasons. “Yeah, well, usually it’s because I want you to stay in bed longer.”

“And I want you to own fewer cookbooks so that there’s room in the apartment for us to actually have a bed.”

“Okay, fine,” he concedes. “Give me one of your reasons, then.”

“I know where everything is in my apartment,” Matt says, simply, “whereas at your place, I’m always looking in the wrong cabinets for stuff or tripping over things.”

“That’s just because you’re not as used to it. I’d go through the same thing if I moved to your place!”

“You’d still have an easier time of it than me.”

“That’s…fair,” Foggy concedes. “I can’t really disagree with that without being an asshole.”

“My favorite way to win an argument,” Matt replies, with a smile. “Playing the blind card.”

Foggy shakes his head. “You devious son of a bitch.”

“Also, my apartment is closer to the office and my rent is cheaper.”

“I’ll give you the cheap rent thing, though it is only because of that terrible billboard with the crazy LED lights that come through your windows at all hours, which does not bother you but would definitely bother me.”

“I remember you sleeping through three separate fire drills in college. I think you’d somehow manage to deal with the unique lighting situation of this apartment.”

“Fine,” Foggy admits, begrudgingly. “But I absolutely contest it being a mark in your favor that your apartment is closer to the office. I think it helps with work-life balance that my place is a little farther away.”

Matt thinks this over for a moment and then nods. “Okay, fine. We’ll call it a draw.”

“Good. Moving on, then. Reason number…whatever that my apartment is better: I live right next door to that bodega with those amazing breakfast sandwiches and the good, cheap coffee you love.”

“Fuck,” Matt says, with feeling. “That’s a really good point.”

“Yeah, it is!”

“Okay,” he says, in the tone Foggy’s been hearing him use in court and mock trials and even drunken debates for over a decade now.  It means Matt is currently running through his rebuttal in his mind, devising the best and most efficient way to win this round. Foggy loves that tone of voice, and the expression of intense thought that always accompanies it, even if it usually means he's about to lose whatever argument they're having. He really should be more immune to it by now, but love has made him weak and he's truly not even mad about it.

“My apartment,” Matt says, finally, “has an in-unit washer and dryer.”

That’s a solid point, but Foggy is not going to admit defeat so easily. “Okay,” he says, “but—counterpoint—mine has a dishwasher!”

“I don’t mind hand washing dishes,” Matt replies with a shrug.

“Wait until you live with me to say that,” Foggy says. “I bake all the time! It’s a lot of dishes!”

“It’s still not as bad as having to go to a laundromat and pay whenever you need to do laundry!”

“Well, my landlord says the machines in the basement will be fixed soon, so my laundromat days are numbered.”

“I will believe that when I see it.”

“You can’t see anything, sweetheart.”

“Exactly,” Matt says, smugly. He may have a point. Foggy’s landlord has been saying the washing machines will be fixed “soon” for six months now.

Foggy blows out a breath, making as much noise as humanly possible to express his frustration. “So, where does that leave us? Is somebody winning?”

Matt laughs and distractedly runs a finger through the layer of condensation on his beer bottle, dividing it down the middle with a thick line. “Honestly, I don’t know. It feels like we’re even, at this point.”

“In the spirit of honesty, then, can I ask you something?”

Matt shrugs, the gesture completely at odds with how tense the rest of his body became at the question. “Sure.”

“You do want to move in with me, right?” Foggy asks, hating himself a little for even needing to. “I know we’ve discussed it, and you said you wanted to, but it’s okay if you’re not ready yet or you changed your mind. It’s a big step—”

Matt leans forward to cover Foggy’s hand with his own, letting his fingers, still cold and damp from holding the glass, brush over Foggy’s wrist, raising goosebumps in their wake. “Of course I want to! Does it seem like I don’t?”

“No, it’s just—I know you like your space and that you value your independence a lot, and I get that but I also don’t necessarily relate to it on the same level. I wouldn’t want to pressure you into doing something that’s going to make you miserable.”

“Well, for one thing, you’re not pressuring me and living with you is not going to make me miserable. It will do the opposite, in fact.”

“Yeah, but—”

“It’s not even going to be our first time living together, dumbass,” Matt says, fondly. “You do remember college, don’t you?”

“Very little of it, in fact,” Foggy quips. “I think I was drunk for most of Spring 2010. It’s more or less a blank spot.”

“Still, we didn’t hate living together then, did we?”

“No,” Foggy replies. “One could even argue that we loved living together.”

“And that was with us sleeping in twin beds. Imagine how much better it will be, uh…not in twin beds…”

Foggy stifles a laugh. “Matt, did you seriously get all blushy at the idea of a queen sized bed?”

“No,” Matt says, tipping his chin down to hide his face. "Shut up!"

“You’re so cute. I want to have sex with you immediately.”

“No! No sex! In fact, I’m breaking up with you.”

“No, you’re not! You love me!”

“Yes, I do,” Matt says, sullenly, “And for what it’s worth, I only got embarrassed because it felt like I was implying that we slept together in our dorm in college, which obviously wasn’t true and I didn’t want to…”

“You didn’t want to admit how big of a crush you had on me back then, I get it,” Foggy says. “Oh, wait, sorry! That was me!”

“Again: shut up!”

“Okay, but now you’ve got me thinking: maybe we should do twin beds…”

“Foggy,” Matt groans.

“I don’t want our relationship to be in violation of the Hays Code, Matt!”

“Well, we’re both men, so that ship has already sailed, I’m afraid…”

“I’m just saying: if it’s good enough for Mary Tyler Moore and Dick Van Dyke, it should be good enough for us!”

“To each their own, I guess, but I sleep better when I share a bed with you.”

“I’ll pretend your reasons are romantic,” Foggy says, aiming for sarcasm and missing by a wide margin, “and not just because you turn into a koala when you sleep.”

“Have you considered being less huggable, maybe?” Matt asks, with a straight face.

“That’s like asking the sun to be less radiant! It is counter to my very nature!”

He smiles. “Fair point.”

Foggy leans back in his chair, making sure to keep his fingers tangled together with Matt’s as he does. He sighs, closing his eyes, and tries to come up with an answer to their problem. It’s a big step for their relationship and huge life changes tend to require sacrifice or compromise on some level, but it’s difficult to think of an option that doesn’t require much more of that from one of them than the other. Except…

“I have a very stupid idea,” Foggy announces. 

“Okay,” Matt replies, warily.

“And I know it’s stupid, okay? I just said that, but I want to be very clear that I’m aware of it. I’m just going to say it anyway, to put it out there.”

“Okay…”

“Should we just look for a place together?”

Matt furrows his brow, puzzling through the implications of this option. “As in, we both leave our current apartments for a completely new one?”

“Yeah. That way we both have to pack, and move, and get used to a new space, instead of only one of us having to do it. I know it’s more expensive and more trouble, so—“

“Is it weird that it makes me feel better?” Matt asks. “The idea that we’d both have to be inconvenienced, equally?”

“No,” Foggy admits. “It makes me feel better too. I want it to feel equal. And we could find a bigger place, maybe with an extra room.”

“For an office?”

Foggy laughs. “Honestly, it’s a sign of how low my standards are that I’m just relieved your mind didn’t go immediately to an in-home gym.”

Matt’s eyebrows lift, excitedly. “We could find a building that has a gym, though.”

“Like you’d ever cheat on Fogwell’s like that.”

“I meant for cross-training…”

“Of course you did,” Foggy says, rolling his eyes. “We could make a list. Things we need—“

“Close to the bodega with the good coffee,” Matt interjects, smiling.

“And a functional laundry room, somewhere on site,” Foggy adds, nodding. “And then a list of things that would be nice to have, like a gym or no nearby billboards that will fry my retinas in the middle of the night.”

“So, you’re saying we’d get to debate and write out two more lists?” Matt asks. “Are you trying to seduce me right now? In our office? Where solemn attorney-ing is done?”

“No, it just comes so naturally to me,” Foggy replies, running his thumb over Matt’s knuckles affectionately. “Though it sounds to me like that’s a yes?”

Matt gives him a surprised look. “Yes to…?”

“God, keep your pants on for two minutes, Murdock! I’m talking about the plan!”

“Oh, yeah. The plan. I mean, I know it’s more work for us and more trouble, but…”

“I’d go through a lot more trouble for your sake, if it means making you happy,” Foggy says, simply. It’s the truth, and he tries to make it a habit to say what he means, especially with Matt. It took them long enough to get here. What’s the point in hiding how he feels now?

Matt rests his chin in the hand that isn’t holding Foggy’s. “You’re very sweet, you know that?”

“I’ve heard it before, once or twice.”

“I don’t know what I did to get so lucky.”

“You smiled at me once when we were eighteen and it was all over for me. And then fifteen years later, you got jealous of a woman I met on a reality show and finally fell in love with me.”

Matt turns an adorable shade of pink and takes his hand away to cross his arms petulantly over his chest. “That’s not true.”

“Oh, so it didn’t take me going to a wedding with one of my best friends under completely platonic circumstances for you to admit you had feelings for me?” Foggy asks, grinning.

“I don’t recall, actually,” Matt says, primly, as he reaches for his beer again and takes an uninterested sip. 

“Speaking of Daisy,” Foggy says, enjoying this way too much, “I should talk to her. She and Daniel said their realtor from when they moved was great. They might be able to put us in touch with someone.”

“We could always use the realtor who rented me my place,” Matt suggests, in the neutral tone of someone who definitely wouldn’t rather eat glass than ask Daisy for help with anything. “She was very helpful and I remember she gave me her card. I could probably find it.”

“Yeah, she gave you her card because she wanted to sleep with you,” Foggy says, shaking his head. “Pass.”

“You don’t have to be jealous, Foggy,” Matt replies, with an evil smile. “She showed me the apartment under completely platonic circumstances.”

Foggy rolls his eyes at that. “You’ve never been in platonic circumstances with anyone, Matt! Every person who meets you wants to sleep with you immediately.”

Matt shrugs, like this means nothing. “Too bad for them. I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh, yeah?” Foggy laughs. “Is it serious?”

Matt nods, and his smile isn’t evil at all anymore. “Very,” he says. “We’re moving in together.”

#something something aging userbase of this website blah blah #sometimes you just want to write a fic about idiot lawyers in love while also roasting your former roommate #for how many cookbooks she owned that you had to help her move twice in one year (she will never know don’t worry) #is that so wrong? #i don't think so #anyway much love to zainab for letting me goof around in the gbbo au sandbox with her #i love this universe so much i never want to leave #also this...doesn't really fit the prompt but there is a cold glass somewhere in here #i had other stuff i wrote for this prompt that I will reuse elsewhere but they got too unruly for a prompt fill #also i know i got sent this prompt because we agreed it was like mega thirsty and therefore perfect for mattfoggy but like.... #it needed to be fluff this time yall #are these tags making it obvious i'm nervous??? oops #taylor swift song prompts #prompt fill #firstelevens #WE ARE AO3 CO-CREATORS NOW EVERYONE SEND US SOMETHING OFF THE REGISTRY #love is real!!! #the gbbo au #mattfoggy #matt murdock #foggy nelson #matt x foggy #i hate tagging ships it's so convoluted!!! #daredevil #homelywenchsociety #that's my writing tag dw about it

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Leave the giant alien woman alone Felix she doesn't even know what a sheriff is

#g/t #macro/micro #my art #giant/tiny #gianttiny #g/t ocs #size difference #g/t fluff #g/t art #tinies #g/t community #g/t comic #g/t couple #giantess #gts #oc athena #oc felix #men in black rip off #ive missed these fools and their dynamic of Tiny Himbo and Mega Bitch #i dont know if ill ever include this joke in the main story when its written #but i always thought it was funny if she genuinely thinks his name is 'sheriff' and thats why she always calls him that #because that's what he introduced himself as!!! how is she supposed to know!! #also yeah with this comic it is now canon that felix and athena FUCK and they do it REGULARLY #forgot to shade her hair in the last two panels but oh well i did this in like an hour