#your daily scoop of ice cream

[doumadono]

Hello, hello, I'm so so happy for you ❤️ And I'm glad I'm able to celebrate your milestone with you 🎊

As for the request, I want a cone with a little scoop of mint-vanilla ice creams topped with maple syrup! I want to ask for a coffee shop quirkless au with Bakugo

A/N: thank you so much, sweetie! Your support means everything ♥

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Every time you walk into the coffee shop where Bakugo works, he feels a rush of excitement. Your presence brightens his day, and he can't help but smile when he sees you.

He'd always notice you from afar, your gentle demeanor standing out amidst the hustle and bustle of the café. As you approached the counter, he'd feel a strange flutter in his chest, something he couldn't quite explain.

You always order the same thing: a large cappuccino and a carrot pie. Bakugo has memorized it by heart.

You have a habit of sitting in the same corner of the café, studying while enjoying your coffee and pie. As you settle down with your books and papers, Bakugo can't help but steal glances at you while he works behind the counter. Your dedication to your studies impresses him, and he secretly admires your focus.

Your voice, when you place your order, is like a soothing melody to Bakugo's ears. It cuts through the noise of the bustling coffee shop and calms the storm raging inside him. He finds himself looking forward to those brief exchanges more than he cares to admit.

Sometimes, when the shop isn't too busy, you engage in small talk with Bakugo as he prepares your order. It's nothing more than idle chitchat, but to Bakugo, it's a precious moment of connection amidst the chaos of his daily routine.

Despite being just a customer, you have a special place in Bakugo's heart. He cherishes the little interactions you have when you place your order, relishing the chance to exchange small talk with you.

On one particularly hectic day, as Bakugo prepares your usual order, he catches himself stealing more glances than usual. The sight of you engrossed in your studies, a faint furrow between your brows, stirs something within him.

"Here's your cappuccino and carrot pie," Bakugo says, his tone softer than usual as he hands you your order.

You look up, meeting his gaze with a smile. "Thank you. You always make the best cappuccinos."

His heart skips a beat at the sound of his name on your lips. "Yeah, well, it's my specialty," he replies, trying to sound nonchalant despite the warmth spreading through his chest. He's puzzled. What's going on with him?!

Later that day, as you're about to leave, Bakugo gathers his courage and stops you. Summoning every last ounce of courage, he clears his throat and takes a deep breath, approaching you. "Hey, before you go, I was wondering if I could ask you something," he begins, his heart pounding in his chest.

You raise an eyebrow, curiosity shining in your eyes. "Of course," you reply, your smile encouraging him to continue.

Bakugo takes a moment to gather his thoughts, then blurts out the words that have been on his mind for weeks. "May I have your name?"

You turn to him with a smile, and your eyes sparkle with warmth. "It's Y/N," you reply sweetly, offering him a smile. "And yours?"

"It's Katsuki," he tells you with a little smile dancing in the corners of his mouth. "You have a very pretty name. It's nice to finally know who I'm making all these cappuccinos for," he jokes, a genuine smile gracing his slightly chapped lips.

You chuckle softly, slowly packing your things.

"Well, Y/N, would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?" He asks before reining in his boldness.

You pause packing your books into your bag and gaze at his face for a moment, staying quiet.

Bakugo feels his cheeks flush beet red and his heart race. Why is he acting like this around you?!

Finally, you nod, smirking slightly. "Do you like manga?" you ask instead, catching him off guard.

Bakugo nods. "Yeah, I do, especially something with some decent action."

"So I'd love to chat about the new "Chainsaw man" issue over a cup of cappuccino," you reply, grinning. "How about tomorrow after your shift? What time do you finish?"

He tells you when he finishes his shift, and you bid farewell to him before leaving the cafe.

Bakugo can hardly believe his luck. Not only does he finally know your name, but he also has the opportunity to see you again tomorrow, and on a private level this time! He realizes that he wouldn't have it any other way.

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[pearlesscentt]

love in the little things : svt hip-hop unit

── alternatively: the times when actions whisper softly, but the love speaks volumes.

svt (hiphop unit) x reader, established relationship, fluff , 642 words

vocal unit | performance unit

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — there's a sense of calmness that SEUNGCHEOL feels when he drives around with you right by his side. whether it's the daily commute to work or a night out with your friends, he insists on being the one to take you there. "i find peace in it," he said one time when you asked him about it.

and sure, the experience of driving beside him is a joy in its own right, but what tugs at your heartstrings the most is his steadfast commitment to punctuality. you had mentioned to him once how being made to wait on your own makes you anxious; he understood this unease, that's why he never lets you experience that anxiety. it washes you with relief and comfort to see him patiently waiting for you when you get out the door.

for more of this, check out open road promises.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — like the pitter-patter of the raindrops, it became a pattern on countless occasions already. it was instinct for WONWOO that every time it rained; he would subtly shift the umbrella he was holding up for the both you, so that you would get more than enough shade to keep you dry.

whether it was a drizzle or a downpour, he would position the umbrella at an angle just to give you more shelter. every now and then, he would even steal glances at you to make sure you were comfortable, without a care for the rain-soaked shirt clinging to his arm. it was a gesture he never talked about and never seem to have to think twice about — his tiny habit that means so much to you.

in the midst of the rain, wonwoo never fails to wrap you up in the most beautiful kind of warmth.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — with his wholehearted belief that what's his is yours, MINGYU loves to give you the best bites of every food he eats. initially, you thought it was just a simple act of sharing, which was already sweet in itself. yet, during a cozy movie night at his place, the realization hit as you both were enjoying a bag of gummy bears. it dawned on you that he had been actively avoiding your favorite colors, making sure that you had them all to yourself.

since that moment, you grew more aware of it: the cheesiest slice of pizza, the fudgiest corner of a brownie, the juiciest chicken drumsticks, the scoop of ice cream with the largest chunk of cookie dough, and the portion of the corn dog with the perfect cheese-to-dough ratio, among many others. his smile that radiates joy and fulfillment every time he does it — a wordless testament to his love for you.

꒰ 🫧 ꒱ — you smiled as soon as you saw VERNON's name flash on your phone screen. though you never know what to expect, it was a familiar occurrence in your day-to-day — his penchant for sending you the most random texts in the most random times throughout the day.

"look what i just saw that reminded me of you!" one of them read, it was then followed by a picture of puddle in the shape of a heart. this has become a delightful routine that never ceases to make your heart jump every time you feel your phone vibrate, notifying you of a new message. but it doesn't stop with images of heart-shaped objects; he sends factoids ("did you know that honey never spoils?"), casual updates of what he's up to ("babe i spilled water on myself and now i look like i peed my pants"), little reminders for you ("don't forget to eat today okay?"), and your favorite of all, his tiny confessions of love ("i love you and i can't wait to see you later!").

the spontaneity of it is what you loved about it. the thought that during arbitrary moments in his day, his thoughts are filled with you.

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[theemporium]

[1.5k] steve is on the hunt for the girl he’s fallen in love with via the love letters she’s been shoving into the scoops ahoy tip jar.

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Steve Harrington was no stranger to love notes. 

In the height of King Steve’s reign—and even the years before that in school—he had lost count on the amount of notes he would find slipped into his locker, his notebooks or even passed to him in class. It was admiring, in some sense, but if he was being completely honest, they were nothing special to him. 

Not really. 

Then, things had changed and King Steve was no more, and even if Steve didn’t mourn the boy he was during the reign, he did sometimes miss the attention. He missed the way girls looked at him like he was actually worth something, like he wasn’t just some dude who peaked in high school and now worked daily shifts in an ice cream parlour wearing blue shorts and a stupid hat. 

Except, that was exactly what he was and there was no denying it. He couldn’t change it and, if he was being truthful to himself, he wouldn’t change it. Yeah, he missed it but he wouldn’t ever exchange what he had now—the people he had now—for any of that. 

Never in a million years.

Maybe that’s why the first note hit him so hard, because it was so damn unexpected and for a moment he felt like he was getting the best of both worlds. The mix between Old Steve and New Steve that he craved so badly.

looking good today, sailor boy, i really like what you did with your hair :) -a very happy customer

The note had been stuffed into the tip jar and he hadn’t noticed it until the closing shift, when he and Robin were splitting the profit and they noticed the squared paper tucked between notes and coins. He couldn’t help but grin a little as he read over the note again and again, tucking it into his pocket when Robin started to tease him. 

It didn’t even occur to him that it was a love note until he found another one in the tip jar a few days later. 

you’re funnier than people give you credit for, sailor boy. thank you for making me laugh -a very happy customer

By the third note, Steve had become addicted. At the end of each one of his shifts, he would grab the tip jar and make a beeline to the staff room where he would empty its contents and scour the pile on the table for a note with your familiar handwriting scrawled over a sheet of torn paper.

“No note today, lover boy?” Robin’s voice sounded from the doorway as she made her way into the room, watching as the frustration grew on Steve’s face as he rummaged through the coins and notes but found no new note. 

“Shut up,” he grumbled.

“You got one yesterday,” she pointed out like he wasn’t completely aware of that fact. “I think you’re getting greedy now instead of being grateful for what you have.”

“But it’s Wednesday,” he muttered with a hopeless sigh as he began his third search of the tip jar’s contents. “She always comes on a Wednesday.” 

“Yeah, but she came yesterday.” 

“But she always comes on Wednesday!”

Robin couldn’t hold back her snort. “God help us, you are a lost cause, doofus.” 

Maybe he was a lost cause, and maybe he was getting greedy but Steve couldn’t help himself. He kept every single one of the notes he received, tucked into a very messy pile in one of the cupholders in his car but it made him grin at the end of every shift when he got to shove another one in. 

And it wasn’t like he had tried to catch you in the act, because he did. He had tried multiple times, he had tried multiple tactics. Hell, he had even gotten Dustin involved to see if they could try to put a name—or at least a face—to the person leaving him the notes. 

you should smile more often, it makes you look prettier, sailor boy -a very happy customer 

p.s. I saw your little friend you hired to catch me, nice try :) 

“How did you not see her?” Steve exclaimed dramatically.

“How do you not see her every day?” Dustin retorted but it did nothing to stop as Steve let out a heavy sigh, hands on his hips with that same disappointed look on his face that made the younger boy squirm. 

“I don’t get how she keeps getting away,” he murmured, although it was almost like he was thinking out loud. 

“What’s the big deal anyways?” Dustin asked, watching his older friend with curious eyes. “It’s just some girl. Surely, you can get any other girl you want.” 

“But I want her,” Steve whined like a young child not getting what they wanted.

Dustin frowned. “Why?” 

Steve gave him a helpless shrug before he spoke. “I don’t know, she just–” he paused for a moment before he continued. “She’s different. She sees me differently.” 

you’re a lot smarter than you think, sailor boy, it’s honestly kinda hot -a very happy customer

“She sees you differently?” Dustin repeated incredulously, his nose scrunched up.

“Yeah,” Steve replied with a dumb grin on his face as he nodded. “She does.”

“God, Robin was right, you are a lost cause.” 

So, of course by dumb sheer luck, the one day Steve wasn’t actively attempting to find a way to catch your identity just happened to be the same day he found out who you were. 

It was a somewhat slow day at the parlour, the mall not quite buzzing as it usually was but that was bound to happen with the Fourth of July fair starting up earlier this week in set up for the big day that same weekend. Most kids were dragging the parents out towards town instead of the mall, and the slow day meant Steve was stuck doing general restocking, shipment deliveries and admin stuff that usually didn’t suck all that bad when he had Robin. 

Except Robin had bailed out on her early morning start so she could catch an extra few hours of sleep, which left Steve alone in the shop to deal with everything. 

He was meant to be in the back to sign for the delivery that would be arriving any moment now, but realised that he had left his staff ID by the cash register at the front. It was a Tuesday, and Bobby was always delivering on a Tuesday. The dude was a stickler for staff IDs and proof for reasons that were beyond Steve’s knowledge, but it was a pain in the ass and a hassle he would rather not deal with. 

He was just about to push the door towards the main shop when he paused, the door opened a crack so he could look out into the shop and that’s when he saw you. 

Now, Steve had seen plenty of pretty girls in his lifetime but none of them seemed as gorgeous as you did. You were so pretty that Steve didn’t want to look away, not just yet. But the piece of paper you were shoving into the tip jar had quickly drawn his attention and the boy was left gobsmacked and frozen in place as he watched you scurry off, like you were just another shopper in the mall minding your own business. 

He knew who you were now. 

And god, if that didn’t make his heart feel like it was going to beat out of his chest, then he didn’t know what would.

Steve had mulled over it for a few days, trying to work out what to do with the information he had been seeking since he first received the love letters. A part of him contemplated just confronting you when he next saw you in the shop, but that felt a bit aggressive. He also contemplated flirting with you the next time you came in, but he knew he would take one look into those pretty eyes and would be left speechless—only embarrassing himself and ruining any chance he had with you. 

Then, acting out on a whim and complete spontaneity, the perfect opportunity arose when he saw you walk into the parlour on Friday afternoon, dressed in a cute sundress and sandals with sunglasses pushing your hair out of your face. 

It took Steve a solid thirty seconds before he could even process anything around him. 

It was the most difficult thing he had ever done, acting completely normal to you like you were just another customer, like he didn’t know you were the damn author behind the love letters he had grown to cherish. 

But it was worth it when he hid in the back, peeking through the small crack of the door as he watched you frown a little at the napkin wrapped around your cone, slowly opening the tissue to see writing sprawled on the note. To see the blush grown on your cheeks and your smile widen to look all pretty and giddy. 

what are the chances a sailor boy like me can take a pretty customer to the movies this weekend? I’ll even wear the hat if you like it that much -sailor boy

Yeah, you were definitely worth it. And now that Steve had found you, he didn’t want to let you go.

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[hendersister]

cruel summer

summary: steve gives you a ride home after a late night working at the mall.

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

title 🎵: cruel summer by bananarama

It’s summertime. While most of your friends are spending the season outside and relaxing under the sun, you’re stuck working inside all day at Starcourt Mall. You got a job at Waldenbooks because you’re trying to save up money to buy a car. You’re about to enter your senior year at Hawkins High and you want to be able to drive yourself to school instead of bumming rides off of friends.

At least you’re not completely alone at the mall. Steve Harrington works at Scoops Ahoy, which isn’t too far from Waldenbooks. Sometimes when things are slow at the bookstore, you go down to the ice cream parlor to hang out with Steve. 

You became friends with Steve last fall around the same time that your little brother, Dustin, started bonding with him. But you think that working at the mall has really brought you and Steve closer together. Over the past few weeks, you two have been seeing each other on a daily basis. Steve’s face lights up every time he sees you walk into Scoops Ahoy and it always makes your day when Steve visits you at Waldenbooks. You and Steve genuinely enjoy spending time together. 

Whenever you’re both working late, Steve offers to give you a ride home. The last bus always leaves as soon as the mall closes and most of the time you need to stay later. Tonight is one of those nights. You’re working OT, re-organizing a bookshelf after some kids moved several titles around, and Steve has to stay late waiting for a shipment. The delivery driver is running way behind schedule.

By the time you finish work, the mall is closed. You go downstairs to Scoops Ahoy. Just as you arrive, you see Steve walking out of the ice cream parlor. 

“You ready to go?” he asks you.

“Yeah,” you nod.

You watch him pull down the security gate and lock it. Then you two make your way to the exit. No one else is around and most of the lights are off except for the big neon signs outside of the stores. You love it when the mall is closed because it's so quiet and calm.

“You know, I think I prefer the mall like this,” you say.

“Me too,” Steve agrees.

You and Steve walk together across an almost empty parking lot until you reach his red BMW. He gets in the driver’s seat and you sit shotgun. You keep your eyes on the rearview mirror, watching Starcourt getting smaller and smaller as Steve drives away.

“I feel like I need to enjoy this time alone with you while I still can. Because when Dustin gets back from camp, you’re gonna want to spend all your time with him insead,” you joke.

Steve chuckles, shaking his head.

“That’s not true. I’ll still wanna hang out with you too...”

You look down at your lap, hoping Steve doesn’t see you blush.

“Truth is, hanging out with you these past few weeks has been the best part of my job. Scoops Ahoy totally sucks! The only reason I have this stupid job in the first place is because I couldn’t even get into Tech and my douchebag dad’s trying to teach me a lesson. I make like $3 an hour slinging ice cream and I have no future…” Steve vents.

You shake your head.

“Don’t say that! You have a future,” you try.

“I just don’t want to be stuck in Hawkins forever…” Steve shrugs.

You take a deep breath.

“Steve, I get it… Honestly I think part of me wants a car so badly because I’m afraid I’ll never get out of Hawkins. That car is like my last ditch exit plan. I don’t want to be stuck here either,” you quietly admit.

Steve sighs, understanding. It’s comfortably quiet for a moment. And then-

“I forget about all that shit when I'm with you though…” Steve says.

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from grinning ear to ear. Steve looks at you and sees you blushing. You couldn’t hide it from him this time. You shyly smile back him and then change the subject-

“You should lose the sailor’s hat. It’s hiding your best feature,” you suggest.

Steve nods in agreement.

“Yeah, I know! It completely screws up my game. But I have to wear it… company policy,” he complains.

You slowly reach towards Steve.

“Well you’re off the clock now-”

You take the hat off Steve's head and toss it in the back seat.

“Much better,” you smile.

Steve smiles back at you. You look into each other’s eyes. You both feel the electricity in this moment. After a beat, Steve turns his focus back to the road. The car is approaching your street.

“Ok so I’ll just turn right and take you home…. Or I could keep going straight and then we’ll just be driving around town for a while,” Steve tells you.

Steve is having a good time. He doesn’t want this night to end. And neither do you.

“Keep going straight,” you nod.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x henderson!sister reader

[sanrikis]

mint choco hater 🍦– k.s

genre. fluff, non idol au, ice cream shop au, acquaintances to lovers (?) // pairing. non idol!kim sunoo x fem!reader // cw. cringe, flirting (?), vvv silly // wc. 1.2k // synopsis. sunoo works at an ice cream parlor and you’re their number one customer, freezing weather or not.

“here comes your favorite customer,” sunghoon’s voice rings out from the front. sunoo would never admit it, but he definitely perked up and almost jumped in joy at the sentence, before heaving out a sigh loud enough for sunghoon to hear.

“you can’t be serious. it’s like -10 outside,” sunoo huffs.

“oh i’m dead serious. get up here.”

sunoo rolls his eyes dramatically, but it was hard to hide his smile over the arrival of a certain regular in the ice cream parlor.

i mean really. it was -10 degrees outside. who wants ice cream in that kind of weather?

apparently this girl. and apparently she wants it in every kind of weather. the girl frequented the parlor weekly, sometimes daily, to get her beloved favorite ice cream flavor, (…). rarely was it ever something else that she got.

“it’s not even that good,” sunoo thought to himself. he was kind of still in disbelief over her appearance on today of all days.

“hello to my favorite ice cream parlor employee! how’s business today,” the girl questioned, a smile lighting up her face as she made her way up to the order station.

“very slow. i don’t know if you realized but it’s pretty cold outside.”

“oh i know… i just was really craving ice cream.”

“yeah…,” sunoo doesn’t know how to reply, so he asks, “do you want your usual?”

“not today! can you surprise me? ‘m getting kind of tired of(…),” the girl buzzes, her cold face beginning to warm up.

“surprise you?”

“yeah,” the girl nods.

“okay…”

sunoo grabs one of the cups and looks over the many flavors of ice cream.

“she’s practically had all of these,” sunoo thinks. “why is this so hard?”

then, his eyes glance over green and his eyes light up. “perfect!”

upon seeing his expression, the girls eyes trail over to where her look and she pales.

“not mint choco! i hate it,” the girl frantically calls to him, hands waving in a “no” motion.

sunoo can’t help but roll his eyes at her reaction, but still wants to manage to convince someone to try it.

“you sure? have you ever had it? it’s my favorite!”

“um i haven’t had it in a while, but most people don’t really like it and i’m not a big mint fan..,” the girl admits, her hands twiddling.

“cmon ice cream girl! try something new! you won’t regret it… if you do it’s on the house,” sunoo smiles, beginning to scoop the ice cream in the cup.

“…okay,” the girl whispers, hesitation laced in her voice. “if you say so my favorite ice cream parlor employee.”

“my name’s sunoo yknow. you can call me that if you want, since we see each other so much,” sunoo laughs, a smile beginning to form on his face.

“well you can call me y/n then sunoo,” the girl, y/n, smiles back at him.

sunoos smile is on full display now, a light blush dusting his face. it’s just first name basis… why is he so happy?

“okay y/n, here’s your mint choco ice cream,” sunoo beamed, sliding the ice cream across the counter towards y/n.

“thank you sunoo”

y/n grabs the cup but only stares at the ice cream, not moving to try it.

“don’t be scared y/n. it’s ice cream! it’s not gonna kill you,” sunoo laughs, coming around the counter towards the girl, but not before grabbing an extra spoon, “i’ll eat it with you,” he winks.

y/n feels a heat grow across her face, but does her best to keep her expression the same and act normal.

sunoo sees her face darken and a satisfied feelings envelops him. “atleast i’m not the only one who got flustered today,” he thinks.

“okay sunoo,” y/n whispers, looking up at him before looking back down quickly at the ice cream upon making eye contact with him.

“why am i acting like this? we always casually talk and make eye contact… usually he’s the more shy one,” y/n pouts to herself.

“okay count of three we’ll both take a bite okay!”

“okay…”

“1,”

y/n looks up at him again, fighting the urge to look away. she needs to be the confident one.

“2,”

sunoo notices her gaze and looks at her. a blush rushes to his face again but he maintains eye contact.

“3.”

they both bring their spoons to their mouths, y/n shutting her eyes as the ice cream hits her tongue.

“yup. not a big fan of mint,” y/n admits, her face scrunching in disgust.

“you’re being dramatic. it can’t be that bad,” sunoo laughs, reaching behind the counter to grab y/n a napkin.

using all the courage he had, he wiped some ice cream off of the girls lips, reveling in her face darkened once again.

y/n felt like her face was radiating heat, and honestly felt like she was about to short circuit.

“apparently it can. but atleast it was free.”

sunoo laughs again, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth.

“wow, he’s really pretty. how have i not noticed this before,” y/n thought to herself.

“y/n, did you really not like it,” sunoo asks, his head tilting to the side. y/n can’t help the smile that falls upon her face at the sight.

“i really did not like it.”

“why not?”

“i don’t like mint… like at all.”

“you’re a weirdo,” sunoo huffs put jokingly, “how can you not like mint but you’ll eat (…) almost everyday?”

“because (…) is good and mint is not. hope that helps,” y/n smiles.

“hmmm… what i think is,” sunoo starts, “that you came in with a bias and you didn’t give mint choco a full chance! you need to try it again some other day, when it’s not cold!”

“why would i try something i don’t like again a different time?”

“because we’re gonna go to a different parlor and eat it on a nice sunny day.”

“we are?”

“we are,” sunoo smiles, “if you’re not opposed to it of course!”

“i am not. so when do you want to have our mint choco redemption,” y/n questions, her eyebrows raising at the boy in front of her.

sunoo smiles again. he’s relieved she didn’t say no. but he hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

“not sure. can i get your number? to plan out the details of course.”

“sure.” sunoo pulls out his phone and y/n takes it from him and begins typing in her number.

she raises it and takes a picture before handing it back to sunoo.

when he looks at the new contact, a blush rushes over his face again.

“y/nie 🩷” accompanied by a very cute picture of y/n.

“very cute,” sunoo says, not realizing he’s talking out loud instead of in his head.

heat rushes to y/ns face as she tries to cover her face. she laughs, “thank you? your turn.” she hands her phone over to sunoo and he excitedly takes it.

he types and the holds the phone back as he puts up a peace sign and takes a photo.

“here ya go!” sunoo hands the phone back to y/n and she glances down at what he put.

“sunoo 🦊🧡”

“it’s cute!”

“i know!”

“okay i take it back,” y/n glares playfully, “but i kind of need to get going…”

“okay… i’ll text you when i get off,” sunoo smiles at her.

“i’d like that,” y/n smiles back.

“mhm… bye y/n.”

“bye sunoo… see you later.”

ೀ mia’s notes – i asked star if i could use her ice cream shop au idea for a oneshot and so i came up with this :D it kind of gets bad towards the end but i wanted to finish and post it, especially since i reached 200!!!! thanks so much teheheh!! i hope you guys like this :DDD

for @thesunoosshining <333 i hope you like it :333

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[makethatelevenrings]

Two Scoops (and a Danish) // J. Todd x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: minor physical altercation with a customer, retail (lol), fear gas, mention of the Joker, brief reference to attempted self harm while under fear toxin, swearing Summary: Part two to this.

Despite it being four in the morning, you were already in the kitchen when the familiar sound of your window being opened came from the living room. Tossing the rag in your hands onto the counter, you planted your hands on your hips and gave the kitchen a once over.

“Any injuries?” you called.

“No,” Red Hood replied. You nodded to yourself and snatched two cartons of ice cream out of the freezer. Grabbing two spoons, you balanced the ice cream in your arms as you walked to the living room to find Red Hood sprawled out on your couch. 

He had already changed into sweats and a comfy shirt, but he left his domino mask on. You could see his leather jacket and gear propped up next to the bookshelf in the corner of his room and you appreciated the fact that he didn’t want to dirty up your couch.

“Stop a few crimes? Knock a few heads together?” You passed him the carton of cookie dough ice cream and climbed onto the couch to sit across from him.

“Of course.” A cocky grin crossed his face and you rolled your eyes in response. 

“What about you? Scooped some ice cream? Sell some cones?”

“I quit,” you announced. He raised an eyebrow at your declaration, the spoon halfway in his mouth.

“I start in three days at the coffee shop on the corner of Hyacinth and Lilac. Day shifts instead of night so no more robberies hopefully.”

“This is Gotham, sweetheart. You could get robbed in broad daylight.”

You grimaced and he immediately winced, nudging your calf with his foot. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s just…you won’t be there.” Your voice quieted at the end of your statement and he sat up straighter, placing his carton on the coffee table. Hood leaned forward, clasping his hand over your wrist and drawing your eyes to meet the white lenses of his mask.

“I ain’t gonna let anything happen to you, sweetheart. You hear me?” He spoke with such ferocity and conviction that you had to believe him. He stroked his thumb along your pulse and smirked.

“Besides, who said that I won’t be there?”

A week later and you were finally getting the hang of your new job. It was easier to remember orders, drink styles, and prices. You were even getting to know the daily customers. But you had yet to deal with the infamous hellions your coworkers had told you about.

Sure, you had dealt with your fair share of shitty customers at the ice cream shop, but there was something different about coffee shop Karens. It was as if the lack of caffeine made them ten times more rabid.

Which is why you found yourself practically cowering under the snarling, frothing words of the bodybuilder as he screamed at you because of soy milk or something like that. His face was turning a bright red that probably wasn’t healthy and spittle literally flew out of his gaping maw and landed on your cheek. You raised your hand to wipe away the offending liquid when he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

It was a far cry from the tender hold Red Hood placed on your skin. When Hood touched you, it was soft caresses and gentle presses of his calloused fingers against your knuckles, as if he pressed too hard you would shatter beneath him. This guy, however, was all brute strength and bruising grip. You tugged your hand back but it was a futile attempt. His muscles rivaled bowling balls in size and weight.

Tears sprang to your eyes at the sharp ache in your wrist as he clenched down tighter, but just as soon as the pressure started, it left your arm. A hand firmly gripped the back of his shirt and then he was yanked back.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Another customer had the guy in a headlock and made it look easy. This new guy somehow rivaled the bodybuilding douche in the muscles department and height, but he also had skill. In a few swift moves, he had the guy up and out the door with some choice words and threats.

“You alright?” the guy asked once he returned to the counter. You pointed at the door and then back at him, mouth agape in shock. He raised an eyebrow at your silence and nodded towards your wrist.

“Can I?” He waited until you nodded before he unfurled your fingers and checked over your wrist, pressing down on tender spots and examining for bruises.

“I think I’m alright,” you chuckled weakly.

“If he ever comes in again, stab him,” the guy said, entirely serious. You swallowed against the sudden dryness in your throat and refocused your attention back on the register.

“What can I get for you?”

“Large americano,” he ordered.

“And your name?”

Under the brim of his baseball cap, he met your gaze with gleaming teal eyes. A grin crossed his full lips and you tore your gaze away from his handsome face to the cup and sharpie in your hands.

“Jason,” he answered. “Name’s Jason.”

Jason became a regular. He’d come in once a day, get an americano and sometimes a danish, and sit in the corner with a book. Rain or shine, he always parked his ass in one of your chairs and sipped at his god awful bitter coffee and read some novel.

There were two constants in your life: Hood coming through your window at all hours of the night and Jason showing up at work and both instances had you craving more. Both made you feel impossibly safe, incredibly comfortable, and both made you laugh more than you had in years. You hated it. You never wanted them to leave.

But when Jason came into the coffee shop on a rainy day with a black beanie firmly pulled over his head and a sparkle in his eyes, you felt your heart fall when you saw him holding the hand of a gorgeous woman. She was saying something to him when they walked in and he grinned, adding the twist to the pain in your heart.

“Hey,” Jason greeted when he stepped up to the counter. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going okay. The usual?”

“Yeah, yeah. And this is my little sister, Cass. Whatever she wants.”

You hated the fact that a little thrill shot through your chest at the confirmation that she was his sister. She smiled, soft and gentle, and ordered a vanilla latte. Jason paid and tucked a few dollars in the tip jar as usual and then he and Cass headed to his usual table while you focused on making their order.

When you brought their coffees over to their table, however, you found that they were joined by four other people. Jason looked murderous as a handsome man slung his arm over his shoulder and greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi, Dick Grayson. Jaybird’s been talking about how great the drinks were here so I figured I would stop by and what do ya know, my two favorite siblings are already here.”

“Considering Jason gets the same drink every time, I don’t know if he has the authority on our menu,” you joked. “Is this all your siblings?”

“Not all,” Jason sighed. “Dick, Damian, Tim, and Duke. Steph is probably off somewhere ruining lives for good reason.”

“Nope.” A blonde girl slid into the booth next to Cass. “I only ruin lives between the hours of nine and ten AM.”

Jason hauled himself out of the booth and pointed at the gaggle of siblings around the table. “Text me your orders. Or don’t. Perish, for all I care.”

“Awww, he’s buying our drinks!” Dick cooed.

“And poisoning it too!” Jason scowled at his brother but nothing would stop the wide grin on the older man’s face. Jason grunted and followed you back to the register, waiting until you were back in your rightful place behind the counter.

“I’m sorry for them. They’re…a lot. I know.”

“Nah, today was slow so it’s a nice change. Besides, this reminds me of the time Batman came into my old job.”

“Oh, no shit?”

“Oh yeah, all of the bats and birds. It was wild.”

“Wow, you’re practically a celebrity.” He held out his phone for you to read the note on the screen that listed out everyone’s coffee order

You snorted out a laugh at his comment and shook your head. You began to type in the different orders as you continued talking. “As if. If I were a celebrity, I wouldn’t do any work. Like Bruce Wayne.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I do actually work sometimes.”

You dropped the cup you were holding and looked up to find Bruce motherfuckin’ Wayne standing next to Jason with an amused smile playing on his famous features. Your eyes darted between Jason and Bruce motherfuckin’ Wayne as you tried to make sense of why Gotham’s most famous billionaire was standing in your shitty little minimum wage job. Your gaze drifted over to the pack of siblings arguing at the table in the corner and then you thought back to all the times you had heard about the Wayne kids, but you never cared enough to look up their pictures.

“Jaylad,” Bruce motherfuckin’ Wayne said in greeting.

“Dad,” Jason replied.

“Oh, what the fuck?” you exclaimed.

After working at the coffee shop for four months, you were finally given the opportunity to close. Your coworker, Macy, handled the more advanced things you hadn’t been trained on, leaving you to clean up around the store. It was only eight at night, but the two of you were eager to close and get home. There was an Arkham breakout four days ago and the city was on edge waiting for the inevitable attack. Both Jason and Hood hadn’t made their typical appearances since the breakout and you were starting to get worried.

But you couldn’t think about that right now because the toxin sirens started wailing the second Macy locked the doors behind you.

“Fuck!” she shouted. “You got a mask?”

“Of course.” You yanked the collapsable Wayne Enterprises gas mask out of your purse. It was given to every citizen who signed up for it at the local post office. She pulled out her own and shoved it over her face before waving goodbye and sprinting off towards her apartment.

You were glad that your apartment was a fifteen minute walk from your work instead of the thirty minute commute you had at the ice cream shop because it was moments like now that had you running faster than you had ever ran before. A yellow-tinged fog rose up from Gotham Heights and you swore. Fear toxin was barely better than Joker toxin, but it wouldn’t be instant death.

Gothamites all around you ran for safety, various styles of gas masks covering their faces. A dark shadow flew over your head and you glanced up for a moment to see Batman blot out the moon before he disappeared into the shadows with the bright traffic color lights of Robin on his heels. Good, this would all be over soon.

You stumbled as a small body crashed into your legs. Thinking quickly, you caught the kid around the shoulders and absorbed the hit by careening into the brick wall next to you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You crouched down so you could see the little girl better and grimaced when you realized she didn’t have a gas mask. The fog was coming closer and you thought about it for a moment. You were older. You could handle fear toxin better. It would be horrible and you would see things that weren’t real. It would feel like your mind was being torn apart…but you would be able to handle it better than an innocent little kid.

Without hesitating, you ripped off your mask and secured it over her face. She sobbed and clung to your neck as you hefted her up into your arms and scanned the frantic faces around you in hopes of finding parents. A woman across the street was searching for something and you made the guess that she was looking for her daughter.

“Ma’am!” you shouted as you crossed the street. “Is this your daughter?”

“Oh god, Maria. Thank you. Thank you so much. I was looking for a mask for her and she ran away because of the sirens.”

“You’re alright. Get to safety, okay?” She thanked you one last time and disappeared into the throng of the crowd, leaving you behind without a mask and a quickly approaching wall of fear toxin. If you sprinted the last remaining ten minutes, you still wouldn’t make it in time. The streets were clearing quickly, along with your chances of sanctuary, as the fog grew closer. You cursed yourself for not bringing two masks along and decided you should just take your chances and wade into the fear gas.

The gas was starting to creep around your feet when the sound of wire snapping and a creak of metal met your ears. Heavy boots thudded next to you and then thick leather covered hands grabbed your shoulders.

“What the hell are you doing out here? Without a mask too.” Hood snarled. “Are you stupid?”

“No! No, I gave it to a kid. I was trying to get home.” Your explanation fell flat as he yanked off his helmet and shoved it over your head. You jerked your head back in surprise as the darkness enveloped your vision, but you quickly adjusted to seeing out of the lenses.

“What the hell are you doing?” you shouted back. Your voice sounded weird being all distorted from the helmet. “Gotham needs you!”

“And I need you safe,” he snapped. The gas was obscuring his face from view and quickly, Hood wrapped one arm around your waist and aimed his other arm towards the sky. He fired his grapple gun and you shrieked as your feet lifted off the ground. Hood dropped the two of you on the fire escape of your apartment and stumbled away from you, falling to his knees.

“Fuck,” you whispered. You grabbed his arm and threw it over his shoulder, but hauling six feet of pure muscle wasn’t easy. You needed to get him inside and out of the gas. “C’mon, Hood, help me out here.”

He groaned and pushed himself up against the railing, but kept his eyes screwed shut. You shoved open your window and practically threw him in before sliding in after him and yanking the window closed just as yellow gas began its steady ascent against your building windows. You collapsed against the couch and looked over at Hood, but he wasn’t looking at you. The lenses of his domino mask were fixed on the corner of your living room and you swore under your breath.

He had given up his helmet, his gas mask, to you so you wouldn’t be affected. But now he was seeing the stuff of nightmares and, you could guess, he had seen far more in his life that kept him up at night. You yanked his helmet off and tossed it onto the ground.

“Hood, what do I do?” You grasped his cheeks and forced him to focus on you. “How can I help?”

“Make him stop…make him stop. fucking. laughing.” He clapped his gloved hands over his ears and you surged forward, clutching at his wrists as he clawed at his skin.

“Hood. Hood, please,” you whispered. You slid your hand between his ears and his fingers and felt a small device. Yanking it out of his ear, you fixed the communication device in your own ear and tapped on it. A steady stream of chatter filled your ear and you saw Hood relax when the noise left him. He was still rigid as a board, but he stopped trying to claw his own ears off.

“Hello? Hello, does this work?” You desperately hoped your hunch was right.

The line went silent and then a low, gravelly voice spoke up. “Who is this?”

“My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. Red Hood saved me but he was hit with fear toxin. He’s currently in my apartment but I don’t know how to help him.”

“Nightwing. Take an antidote to Hood. Now.” Batman, motherfuckin’ Batman of all people, ordered.

“I won’t hurt him,” you blurted. “I know that sounds exactly like what someone who planned on hurting him would say but I won’t. I’ll take this thing out so you guys can go back to talking, but please, until you can get here, how can I help him?”

“Keep talking to him,” a new voice spoke up. “Talk about anything and everything. Keep him focused. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“The window is unlocked. Thank you.”

You tossed the device onto the coffee table and stroked your thumb across Hood’s cheeks. “I gotcha. I gotcha.”

He twitched as some sort of fear-driven vision flitted across his mind and you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his temple. “Did I ever tell you about how I spilled coconut milk all over my shoes?”

You kept talking, even as he clenched his teeth and broken screams escaped the back of his throat and his domino mask started to come off his face due to a mixture of tears and sweat. You just shut your eyes and continued regaling him with stories about your time in school, your friends, jobs you’ve had in the past. Anything but the horrors in his mind.

The window slid open and then shut quickly. You looked up as Nightwing tilted Hood’s head to the side and injected a needle into his neck. He pushed the edge of the syringe down and Hood’s body relaxed as the antidote began to course through his veins. The black and blue vigilante reached up and removed his rebreather once Hood relaxed.

“Thank you,” he murmured. You blinked up at him and then looked down at Hood. You smoothed your hand over the edges of his mask to make sure it stuck and shook your head.

“He did it to save me,” you murmured. “I should have been smarter.”

“Nah,” Hood panted as he finally regained his mind from the influence of the toxin. “I just had to make sure the best barista in Gotham was safe. Need that Americano to keep me going.”

Your jaw dropped as the pieces fell into place and Nightwing let out a gleeful chuckle. “See you both on Sunday for brunch. Hood, you’re benched today.”

He strapped on his rebreather, opened your window and climbed out before shutting it, and promptly did a swan dive out of the window before grappling away.

“Does that mean…holy shit I’ve met Batman twice?”

Jason peeled off his domino mask and threw it down next to his helmet. He yanked you onto his lap, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Please stop talking about Batman like he’s better than me,” he grunted.

You woke up to a thud and then a muffled “shit!”. Rolling over, you pressed your face into your pillow to stifle your giggle.

“Shut up,” Jason whined from the floor. “My hands are full.”

“I’m sorry, aren’t you supposed to be the all-feared Red Hood?”

“That’s it. No ice cream for you.”

That got you sitting up. You flipped on the lamp next to you, finding him next to your bed in full gear. He set a cup of ice cream on your nightstand and then held out a white paper bag that you recognized from the old coffee shop you used to work at a year ago.

“Two scoops and a danish,” he reported.

“Well, look at you being all sappy,” you hummed.

Jason stood to his full height and dropped a kiss to your forehead. He moved to strip out of his leather jacket and you settled back against the headboard to watch him. Your boyfriend paused and gestured towards the food he had brought.

“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to actually enjoy anniversary gifts instead of letting them melt,” he grunted. “Unless you’re not hungry. I can put it in the freezer.”

“Oh, I’m hungry all right. Continue.”

“You’re objectifying me right now. I’m being objectified.”

“Happy one year to me, baby. Now, strip.”

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[weird-an]

Steve is going crazy. This is hell.

Billy Hargrove comes to Scoop's Ahoy every day. Every fucking day, whenever Steve's working. It's like he can smell him. Always wearing low cut shirts and shorts which seem to get tighter and tinier every day. Is it even legal to show off your nipples in an ice cream shop?

Billy always orders triple chocolate and vanilla and he always asks for strawberries on top.

"We don't have strawberries," Steve grits out for the hundredth time. Does he really have to say on a daily basis?

"Shame, really." Billy pops his chewing gum.

He's wearing his blonde curls up in a bun with a pink scrunchie. There's something different about him today. Steve can't really tell what's exactly different. Could be the white crop top. His eyes seem brighter and even more mesmerizing than yesterday.

Or maybe Steve's mind is making stuff up because he can't escape Billy.

Billy grabs his ice cream, gives Steve not enough money and sits down in a booth close to the register so he can wink at Steve whenever he looks over to him.

"He dressed up for you," Robin whispers to him, when Billy can't hear her anymore.

"What?" Steve gapes at her.

"He's wearing eyeliner."

That's what's different. Billy always looks good, but today? His eyes are shining brighter than the sky.

But why would Robin care about Billy?

Except-

"Are you working for him?" Steve asks, suspicion wrinkling his forehead. Billy always knows when Steve is working. Always. Not even Steve knows when he has to go to work. Robin does.

"Let's just say he's really annoying." Robin bites her lip. "Put that poor man out of his misery, Steve."

HIS misery? What about Steve's misery? Billy is annoying Robin? What about Billy getting on Steve's nerves? Every fucking day? Billy showing off his chest, flirting with the girls waiting in line, wearing shorts nearly not enough to cover his ass...

Steve groans. Shit. What a brat. The next time he'll ask Steve for fucking strawberries -Wait.

That's it.

"Tomorrow," Steve tells Robin. "I'll buy some strawberries tomorrow."

Robin rolls her eyes. "You really deserve each other, dingus."

Maybe she's right Steve thinks, when he sees Billy lick a bit of ice cream from his lips.

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

A Cut Above The Rest

Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Hairdresser!Reader

The Daily Grind (Part 4)

Summary:After a heavy night of drinking, Robin assures you that she knows the perfect cure for a hangover. Things also start looking up for you as a new client comes your way. (sorry I suck at summaries!)

Word Count:1,216 (sorry it's a short one this time.)

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You wake up on Saturday morning with your head a little worse for wear as you stumble into the living room where Robin is already dropping two Alka-Seltzers into a tall glass of water and sliding it towards you.

"Remind me again why I let you talk me into doing shots?" You cringe, sipping on the fizzy water.

"I told you that you needed to let loose." She smiled, finishing off her own glass of water. "Come on! Drink up and get dressed. I know the actual cure for a hangover, and it's a piping hot coffee and pastry from Steamy Beans.

You down the last of your water, and make your way to your room to get changed, whilst  Robin patiently waits for you in the living room.

You make your way out of your room, deciding on a pair of jeans and a warm sweater to avoid the chill of the late September air.

Grabbing your purse you both begin making your way out of the apartment towards the café. 

Sure enough there it is, the café’s logo painted on the front window, and a red neon welcome sign hangs above the door.

Walking in you’re immediately hit with the inviting aromatic scent of freshly ground coffee beans and sweet sugary pastries.

“Morning Stevie!” Robin shouts brightly to the man behind the counter, causing the few people who were already here, assumedly trying to enjoy their morning coffee in peace, to turn their heads her way.  

“Good morning to you too, Robin.” the man sighs with a smile. 

Steve, or Stevie, which you’re assuming is Robin’s affectionate pet name for him as your eyes catch his name printed on the little pin-badge that’s pinned to his light brown apron, smiles your way as he introduces himself. He runs a large hand through his mousey brown hair, brushing back the strands that seem to flop in front of his face with a quiet huff.

You introduce yourself to him, smiling as you give him a 'good morning' of your own.

“We used to work together back in the day.” Robin smiles with a playful nudge of her elbow in your arm.

“Yeah, nothing bonds two people more than scooping ice-cream all summer.” Steve laughs sarcastically. “So what’ll it be for you ladies this morning?”

“I’ll take my usual cappuccino and a cinnamon roll when you're ready, Steve." Robin says handing him the money.

Your eyes pour over the sweet treats on display for a moment before you make your decision.

"And I think I'll have a latte and a blueberry muffin please!" You smile handing him over  your money too.

"Okay! Coming right up! Take a seat and I'll bring it right over to you in a moment."

You and Robin take a seat by the window, watching as the daily comings and goings of Hawkins push through their morning.

"Have you had any luck with the job advertisement?" Robin asks.

"No, not yet." You slouch in your seat. It seemed as though no one in Hawkins needed their hair cut, or styled for that matter. "..But I'm trying to remain hopeful." 

"There you go, one cappuccino and a cinnamon roll for you.." Steve says, unloading his tray and placing Robin's order down on the table in front of her. '..and one latte and blueberry muffin for you." he says, placing your order down in front of you. “Enjoy!” He flashes you a friendly smile before he turns around to get back to work.

Robin quickly snaps her neck around before Steve can leave. Her eyes widen and her eyebrows raise up, you were already well aware of the look that was currently gracing your best friend’s face. She’d had an idea.

“Hey! Dingus! Come back here for a minute!” Robin shouts out to Steve.

“What’s up, Rob?” Steve nods for Robin to continue.

“Weren’t you telling me how you were in a desperate need of a haircut?” 

“Yeah..” he drags out, not following where she was going with her line of questioning.

“Well, look no further, Stevie!” Robin exclaimed, as she gestured towards you. “What? You said you were taking on new clients? What better head of hair to get back to work with than this glorious mane right here!”

"Wait, you do haircuts? Like professionally?"

“Yup!” you say, popping the p as you nod. "Have done for a few years but I moved back here and all my clients are back in Chicago, so I'm looking to build up a new client base."

“Please I’m actually desperate at this point.” he pleads.

“Well I can come by your place on Monday if you like?” you offer.

“Thank you so much! You’re an absolute life-saver! The woman at the salon who I usually trust to do my hair moved away a few months back, and I tried going to the barbers on 7th Street but then I backed out when they came at me with the clippers. Never again.” he explained as he recounted his memory with a shudder, seemingly it had been quite the traumatic experience for him.

“Steve’s very protective over his hair. I mean so much so that it became part of his nickname.” Robin explains with a laugh at her friend’s expense. “Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington.” Robin snorts with laughter with her fingers sarcastically doing air-quotes.

“IT’S MY BEST FEATURE, ROBIN.” Steve defends vehemently.

“Well I promise you’re in safe hands with me, Steve. No clippers will be coming your way I can assure you."

"Thanks again! I should be going, I've got customers to serve!" and with that Steve dashes off back to work.

"Well there's your first client to get the ball rolling!" Robin said, mumbling as she took a bite of her cinnamon roll. “Now what’s happening with you and Eddie tomorrow, huh? Isn’t he supposed to be taking you on some big fancy date?”

“It’s just two people hanging out, casually, having some fun together. Nothing serious.” you explained. You downplayed it, but you were actually really excited. Getting to hang-out with Eddie like this was something that you were looking forward to, and you could only hope that he was as excited about it as you were.

“Sounds a lot like a date if you ask me” Robin scoffs as she rolls her eyes, sipping her coffee. “Remind me where he’s taking you?”

“He texted me again last night saying he was going to pick me up from your place tomorrow at five. Said he’s taking me to a fall festival.” you say, picking a few bites from your muffin

“That’s cute! What are you going to wear?” 

“I hadn’t thought about that, probably something really casual. It’s not like we’re going to a fancy restaurant or anything” You truly hadn’t given much thought to what you were going to wear. What was the appropriate thing to even wear to a fall festival you muse as you drink the final few sips of your coffee.

Robin finishes up her drink and gathers her things before she starts to leave.

“Wait! Where are you off too?” you ask, twisting around in your seat to look at your friend.

“We are going shopping to find you an outfit, because you, my dear friend, have a date tomorrow.”

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[celestial-grls]

Sweet Treat / Robin Buckley x fem!reader

summary: blurb based on this post because I couldn’t stop thinking about it, also I 100% believe Robin has a huge sweet tooth and always wants something sweet late at night word count: 1.7k  a/n: my first time writing smut and hardly proofread so please be nice ok mwah mwah

You both make it a point to have dinner as much as possible together, but sometimes it just will not work. However, you guys always had dessert together. Even if it was 1 AM and you both had a long night, it felt wrong to skip having dessert together. Due to her notorious sweet tooth, it was mostly Robin’s habit that trickled into your daily routine. She’d finish washing her face but want company down in the kitchen while she ate her ice cream so you’d come down with her. If you guys couldn’t eat dinner together, this was the only time you’d have to ask about one another’s day. Sometimes even when you were eating dinner together, you guys would be too caught up talking about something else entirely that you’d completely forget to ask about each other. Never on purpose, but Robin and you are not immune to gossiping. 

Tonight is no different. Robin uses a special ice cream scooper that you got engraved with her initials on it for your first anniversary to scoop heaps of ice cream into her bowl. She even makes you a bowl, taking extra care to pick a good maraschino cherry to garnish yours with. She’s freshly showered, wearing a big t-shirt of yours while her hair dries. She’s walking back and forth from the fridge to the kitchen counter, where you’re sitting, in her white socks that she’s scrunched down. She’s telling you about some snags she hit with the production of a student film. 

You’re really trying your best to listen to her, but it’s so difficult when she sounds like that. The worst part is that she’s not even trying. She just has a voice that sounds like smoke. It’s low, and she rasps, and when she’s getting into what she’s talking about it goes high and carries these cracks that make your brain go fuzzy. And her nipples are hard against your old college t-shirt that she’s wearing. And you’ve been thinking of feeling her wrapped around you since you left for work in the morning and she was still sleeping, her hair on your pillow. 

Robin’s telling you between bites of ice cream, “...it’s not like I haven’t tried to compromise with them. I don’t know. What do you think, baby?” 

You haven’t been paying attention. You’ve been absentmindedly eating your ice cream, just listening to the sound of her voice and not the actual words. There’s no way to even pretend like that wasn’t the case, because Robin can tell when she looks at you. 

“I’m sorry, Rob. Okay? I wasn’t listening, baby. I’m sorry. But it’s your fault. It’s your stupid voice.” You’re pouting slightly, and Robin knows what you mean when you call her voice stupid. 

Robin moves from where she was leaning against the kitchen sink to step closer to you and stand between your legs as you sit on the counter. She’s taken both your now empty bowls of ice cream and moved them aside, placing cold fingertips on the inside of your knee. “My voice?” Robin’s asking, just so she can hear you elaborate. 

“Yeah. I wish you sounded like Kermit or something so I wouldn’t want to jump your bones every time you open your mouth.” You’re mostly kidding, settling your hands at the nape of her neck and feeling her damp hair on your fingers. Then Robin starts to laugh. 

“God, don’t laugh! That’s even worse than when you talk. I hate what it does to me.” You’re doing a horrible job at scolding her. Because whatever blood flow was rushing to your brain has since abandoned your brain and moved elsewhere. 

“Aww, it’s okay Y/N. But really, what are we gonna do about this?” She’s evil. She’s torturing you, and worst of all, she’s enjoying it. She’s tracing little shapes on your inner thighs now and rubbing her nose against the column of your throat, just staying there. Her head is right under your nose, you can smell her shampoo and you’re losing more of the little grip you had on reality before. 

You duck your head under to kiss her earlobe. “I don’t know. I’d have to fuck you with earplugs on, I guess.” 

Robin is so vocal, she always has been. You can hear all her little sighs and feel her lips curling up into a smile against your throat. She starts nipping at your collarbone and kneading her hands against your hips. Once she feels you shiver she stops and you immediately whine a little, missing her teeth on you. She looks at you and says, “But you love my voice too much to do that.” You’re so needy, and you’ve had enough of her teasing. So you finally kiss her, licking into her mouth. She tastes like the ice cream you both just ate and you can’t stop. She rakes her hands up your t-shirt, brushing a thumb across your nipple. You feel all the air move out of your lungs. But it’s still not enough, you want more. You’re desperately moving as close to Robin as possible, ass right at the edge of the kitchen counter. Robin’s the first to pull away and catch her breath. With her face a little flushed, you already miss the warmth of her cheeckbone against your skin. She pulls one of her hands away from your breast to brush her thumb against the pillow of your bottom lip. “Can you open for me, baby?” 

You love putting her fingers in your mouth, you love it even more when she’s asking you to. You obediently suck on her fingers. She’s almost cooing at you, she even starts brushing your hair away from your face. “There you go. Y’look so pretty.” 

When she says stuff like that it makes you wet instantly. You can feel yourself dampening, almost embarrassed about the effect she has on you. You pull your mouth off her fingers to say, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. And you’re in my t-shirt. Seriously baby, what’s your problem?” You whine at Robin because she hasn’t touched you where you want yet. 

She does this exaggerated gasp that only makes you wetter. This woman has a death wish against you. “Lucky for you, I like it when you’re a little mean,” She inches her hands just a little higher, hooking her fingers inside your panties but still not touching your clit. It’s the slowest few seconds ever until she finally palms at your center. “What are you so wet for, hm?” Robin asks as if she doesn’t know the answer. 

You’re touching her wherever you can but it still doesn’t feel like enough. Your knees are hitched up right where her hips are, and you’re squeezing the curve of her ass to try and get her as close as she can possibly get to you. You sigh against her, “Don’t make me say it…” 

“Please?” She has the most devilish look in her eye when she adds the next part, “For me?” Then she dips her fingers in your panties and starts rubbing circles into your clit. It feels so good you start rolling your eyes back. 

“I hate you,” You tell her while sloppily kissing the flat of her forehead. 

She’s sucking little love bites into the side of your neck. She is filled with cockiness as she says, “No, you don’t.” She easily dips her fingers inside of you. You gasp against the feeling of your cunt being filled by her fingers. 

“Baby, give me your fingers,” You’re requesting for her fingers back in your mouth, needing something to suck on while you ride her fingers against the kitchen counter. This is so dirty, you both know it. But you both are too horny to care, as she keeps pumping her fingers in and out of you. You can feel her nipples rub against yours, losing your mind at the friction. Robin brings her thumb to your clit, rubbing circles into it torturously slow. You’re moaning around her fingers in your mouth and keeping your eyes glued to her, counting all the freckles between her eyes. 

“You sound so good. You’re doing good, baby.” 

“Think, fuck, think I need those earplugs,” You tell her because if she keeps talking to you like this you’ll combust. 

Since Robin loves to watch you squirm, she brings her lips right up against your ear and whispers, “Should I be quiet? Would you like that better?” 

The little puffs of air against your ear, Robin’s hair grazing the side of your face, the way her eyes keep opening a little wider and wider to look at you, having her like this still isn’t something you’re used to. When she hits that spot inside you that makes you squirm, you take a second to recalibrate yourself before saying to her, “You’re so cocky tonight, how come?”

Robin makes a good effort to pretend to think while she just takes you closer and closer to the edge, all your senses blurring more and more the longer she goes on for. She keeps chasing the same spot above your breast with big kisses, sweetly reminding you that she can be both doting and drive you insane. 

Ultimately, she is too eager of a lover to truly be a tease. “Not cocky, just know who I have,” she starts rubbing circles into your clit a little faster, making you arch into her, hard nipples right against Robin. You’re falling a part quickly, Robin is pulling out little whimpers from short sighs, all you want is for her to keep talking you through it. “She’s pretty great, but she’s always saying she hates me,” Robin fake pouts at you.

You’re clench as she fingers you deeper. With a maon you tell her, “Fuck, I don’t-don’t think she hates you right now.” 

Robin smirks, her lips pulling up in the corners and attaching themselves to your collarbone, her final move to drive you insane and right to the edge. “Stay right there, you’re almost there,” It’s only a matter of moments until Robin speeds up and brings you over the edge. That clenching in your stomach releases and you let out one more moan right against the shell of Robin’s ear, carding your fingers through her still-damp hair. 

“God, fuck,” You’re still catching your breath, missing Robin’s fingers in you already. You look at her with that dazed and moony-eyed expression you get after she makes you come. 

Robin’s already smiling and looking too pleased with herself. After a little pause she says, “Still need those earplugs?”

With equal parts adoration and annoyance you tell her, “You’re insufferable,” 

#my writing #robin fanfic #robin headcanon #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin stranger things #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley smut #robin buckley drabble

[yurmomsawh0r]

You should totally do a Geto x Reader with reader having a praise kink 😈😈 it’s been a second since I’ve read one with him giving praises 😌😌😌✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️

YASSSSS! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I'm finally home and could finally finish it! I hope you like it!

Cw: Praise kink, Oral (M. Receiving) Pet Names (Baby, Sexy, Good girl), Geto being a soft Dom today, Wet puss, Cum eating. AU

Synopsis: You just wanted to show Geto how much of a good girl you could be!

🖤

It was a hot summers day and everyone was outside enjoying the warm sun. You were taking a nice stroll to get some ice cream for you and Geto to enjoy. Stepping inside the ice cream parlor, that was conveniently down the street from your house, you could feel the cool breeze brush across your sun touched skin.

The server greeted you, stepping back to give you a moment to think about your choices from their large assortment of flavors. You decied on 2 scoops of snickers ice cream for you, and a simple 3 scoops of cookies and cream for him.

"Here you are, that'll be 11.39 please." You told them it would be with apple pay, already double clicking your power button so that the screen would access your mobile wallet. It was the greatest thing ever and very convenient when need be!

A ding blared in your ears, and soon the process was complete. You asked for no receipt, quickly grabbing the the bag trying to rush back home to Geto. Already you had started to miss him in the short span of twenty minutes.

He had been so good to you the past 2 years since you guys started to actually see each other on a regular daily basis. You stepped inside the house, swiftly looking your door and hooking your shared key on its resting place. The soft humming of a fan could be heard as you made your way towards the main bedroom of the three bedroom apartment.

Seeing Geto sprawled out across the bed with the fan blowing directly on his, made you want to giggle at how quickly he had fell asleep. But seeing the huge bulge in his boxer caused your skin to prickle with tiny beads or sweat and your temperature rise to great degrees.

You could see his tip peaking from underneath the band of his underwear, oozing with your favorite flavor of cream.

He had been working hard all week, trying to free up sometime just to spend it with you, his one and only little doll, as he'd like to say. It was a request you had burdened him with for weeks and now seeing how tired and over worked he really was caused guilt to eat away at you.

You were a brat, his brat at that, so this is what he expected from you. With how he treats you and spoils you he knew you'd become dependent on him. He's told you, many times before, that he's perfectly okay with being everything you needed.

A groan left his lips, startling you from your guilty thoughts, a pulse going straight to your clit as you seen his dick jump up slightly.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in your head. Determination filling you up with enough confidence to pull this off. Surely he wouldn't mind. Right? You thought to yourself. He would Surely understand that you were doing this for his own pleasure and not yours. Even in his tired state he would enjoy the wet warmth of your mouth swallowing him whole.

You just wanted to pay him back in some way that would benefit your man. A little extra help relaxing. Of course you'd be lying if you had said that you weren't also doing this for your own pleasure as well.

Your mouth pooled with saliva as you stalked closer to his sleeping form. Completely disregarding your ice creams by tossing them to the floor, you sunk down on your knees, fingering hooking under the band of both his boxers and sweats.

Slowly you pulled them down just enough for his shaft and balls to be on display. The cool breeze of the fan must have brush against his hot skin because once again, he groaned and his dick jumped. Gripping his phallus tightly, your tongue shot out licking the tip of him that was covered with his salty pre-cum.

God,

You thought.

I want him so bad.

Geto had always been one for pleasing you, but today, you'd do your very best to return the favor and then some. Proving to be the good girl he always told you, you were.

Encasing your lips around him, you began to suck with a purpose. You took him deeper down your throat gagging a bit when he would reach the back, and each time you took him deeper, a moan would leave his soft lips.

You could feel your pussy dripping with each lick and suckle to his harden meat. Even going as far as to deep throat him stilling when your nose touched his pelvis, darting your tongue out to give a few swift kitten licks to his balls that tightened.

He was going to cum soon.

You told yourself, with even more determination.

"Ohh fuck." He groaned out, finally waking up from his slumber. His hips bucked up a little, desperately trying to reach his climax. Hands gripped tightly to your strands of hair, causing a a painful ache that you chose to ignore.

You'd let him use you to his hearts content, for you were his to claim. By now, spit was dripping from the corners of your lips, making this an even messier encounter.

"Fuck baby, just like that. . . You doing so well for me." He groaned out, slightly rolling his hips up to fuck your mouth. His words spurred you on, making you suck hard and faster. "Uh! Just l-like that. Daddy's gonna nut soon, and your gonna swallow every drop!"

By now, Geto had sat up, staring down into your big sex filled eyes. He gently cupped your face as you head bobbed up and down on him.

You looked like a beautiful mess and it only turned him on more knowing that your were his beautiful mess. He loved the feel of your lips on him, trying to drain him of every last drop.

With two hands, you started to pump him while sucking his tip, finally going for the kill.

This must have snapped something inside Geto because the next thing you knew, he held your head still and continously used you. Thrusting his big, long cock inside of you, choking you in the process, but you didn't mind.

You wanted this. He needed this.

Geto's hips stilled, pausing deep in the back of your hollow canal shooting his thick seed down it.

For a moment he held himself there before pulling himself out from your lips. You could feel him glide out the depths of your throat, leaving it sore.

"Show daddy your reward.." He demanded with heavy breaths. Like the good little slut you were, opened your mouth with your tongue out showing him all the cum his spilled. Some of it slightly dripping from your tongue.

A chuckle rumbled from him as he gently pet your face. Love and adoration filling his eyes, but surely you seen another glint of something more.

Pride.

He was proud of you, and seeing this only made you all the more happier that you went through with your plan.

"Swallow it for me sexy." And you did. Staring him in the eyes as you did as you were told.

"Fuck. . . I knew your were such a good girl."

#getoxreader #geto x reader #y/n #jjk #jjk smut #anime smut #smut #jujitsu kaisen #geto suguru #getou suguru x y/n #jjk suguru #mature themes #softdom #pet names

[burgundybmw]

Ahoy Sailor!

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,427

Warnings: Reader is described to have curly hair, could be natural or a perm, it's the 80s hahaha.

Summary: Steve hated the Scoops Ahoy uniform. It was tacky, lame, and totally ruined his best feature. It was a walking red flag to any girl that walked into the ice cream shop, leaving Steve alone in a sea of people without any hope of a date. Until a girl walks in he's never met before, and for whatever reason, the uniform doesn't seem to be a problem. In fact, it's the opposite.

Author’s Note: This is essentially a love letter to the Scoops Ahoy uniform. Babygirl Steve is my bread and butter.

There were a few things Steve Harrington hated in his life. One, the fucked up monsters that ruled the Upside Down. Two, when he forgets to restock on his Farrah Fawcett spray. Three, Billy Hargrove's entire existence, and finally, the stupid sailor uniform he's forced to wear at Scoops Ahoy. The last two were related. If it weren't for that mullet wearing asshole he'd be sitting pretty at the public pool. He was captain of the Hawkins High varsity swim team, been a certified lifeguard since he was 15. This summer was supposed to be a breeze. It all came crashing down when he walked into the Hawkins Pool house on his first day and saw Hargrove's smug face in the locker room. Steve took one foot inside of the threshold and immediately walked out. His dad was forcing him to get a summer job, teach him responsibility or some other bullshit. It's not like he was ever home to make sure he actually did what he asked, but Steve knew his parents had spies all over Hawkins. A bunch of bored soccer moms who had nothing else better to do than snitch on him. So now he was stuck inside of Starcourt Mall, slinging ice cream in the world's ugliest uniform known to mankind. It was ruining his life, something his new coworker Robin took great joy in reminding him daily.

"I believe that's strike three Harrington, you're out!" Robin teased from the back window. She had that stupid white board out, of all of Steve's failures clearly on display. It was the uniform's fault. Steve knew he had game, he had no issues getting girls back in high school. He may no longer hold the title of King Steve, but it wasn't like he was a total loser. How was anybody supposed to take him seriously in a sailor uniform? The dumb hat ruined his best feature. Stupid Scoops Ahoy protocol, stupid Billy Hargrove, stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Laugh it up Buckley, one of these days I'm gonna score and you're gonna eat your words!"

"Gonna capture your white whale, Captain?"

"That's messed up Robin, you shouldn't talk about women like that"

"It's a Moby Dick reference, dingus" Robin rolled her eyes, placing the whiteboard with a fresh tally mark behind the counter.

"Well if you want to talk about di-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there before I vomit"

Steve couldn't help but laugh at her a bit. He liked working with Robin. She was a cool girl, even when she liked to annoy him with her scoreboard. It could have been worse, he could have been stuck with Hargrove all summer. She filled a void he had in his heart since Dustin went to summer camp. The other kids only used him to get into free movies, didn't stay to chat very long. He missed the little butthead. The kids were all planning a surprise party for him when he got back, but that was still a couple weeks away. Till then, he had to make do with what he had. Virtually alone in a sea of people.

Steve thrived in crowds. He liked talking to people, getting to know them, and the Starcourt mall was full of potential. If only this sailor uniform didn't scare them away before he could even open his mouth. It was getting ridiculous. Nancy had dumped him a little over seven months ago and he had zero luck with women since. He didn't start seriously trying until spring break, it took awhile to heal his broken heart. Steve was beyond ready to get back out there, find the other fish in the sea, capture whatever dick whale Robin was talking about, some other shitty nautical metaphors.

He really needed to get laid.

"Heads up Ahab, new customer on board" Robin whispered as she refilled napkins in the dispensers.

Steve turned around to see a girl standing at the counter. She hadn't noticed him yet, too busy peeking at the ice cream flavors in the freezer. He hadn't seen this girl around before, definitely didn't go to Hawkins High with him. She looked about his age, maybe a year above or below him. She had her hair pulled up in a bright yellow scrunchie, delicate curls framing her pretty face. Steve always had a thing for curly hair, loved the idea of tracing the ringlets with his finger. Liked the idea of tracing hers.

"See anything you like?" Steve asked in a cool voice, or at least what he thought sounded cool. He's afraid he's lost his touch recently.

The girl popped her head up to see who spoke to her, noticing Steve's presence for the first time. Her glossy lips formed a small o shape, and he couldn't help but wonder what they would taste like. Steve was getting ahead of himself, one step at a time.

He watched her eyes slowly look up and down his uniform, it took everything in him not to shrink with embarrassment. Yet, when they made eye contact once more it wasn't the look he expected. Usually girls would be stifling their giggles at him, not in the endearing way either. It was always the you look ridiculous but I'm not going to be rude and laugh in your face about it act. This girl didn't have that. She looked embarrassed yes, but not for him. If Steve didn't know any better, he might have thought that she liked the uniform on him. That was impossible though, nobody liked the stupid uniform.

"I definitely do" the girl replied, a modest smile on her face.

"Well we have an ocean of flavors here at Scoops Ahoy, what are you feelin' today?" More nautical puns. Maybe he was a loser. A full fled member of the loser's club. If Mike were here he'd be laughing in his face at the moment, little jerk. What did Mike know about anything? Thought he was so high and mighty getting his first girlfriend, as if that's the mightiest achievement in the universe.

Now Steve was comparing himself to a 13 year old. Oh how the mighty have fallen...

"What flavor's your favorite? I can't decide. Everything here looks delicious"

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to judge..." Robin had asked him the same question their first shift together and she went on a 20 minute rant on why Steve was totally 100% irrevocably wrong. How someone can be wrong about their favorite flavor of ice cream was beyond him.

"Pinky promise I won't" the girl held her manicured finger out for him, her nails painted the same color as the scrunchie in her hair. Steve looped his finger around hers and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"It's mint chocolate chip" he had the full defense on his choice at the tip of his tongue. Mint chocolate chip was an excellent flavor of ice cream, most people just didn't give it a chance. It didn't taste like toothpaste, that always mind boggled him. Chocolate and mint go hand in hand like peanut butter and jelly. Like peppermint patties or shamrock shakes and some other third thing.

"Really? I don't think I've ever met someone who's favorite was mint chocolate chip" she pulled her finger back as she said it, Steve missed the contact.

"Trust me, it's great. If you haven't tried it, give it a shot"

"I don't know, seems like a big risk," she looked down at his name tag, before slowly dragging her eyes back to his face, "gonna sell it to me Steve?"

Now, Steve knew when a girl was into him. Maintaining eye contact, physical touch, teasing. It's flirting 101. He just had no idea how he managed to do it right this time. Steve didn't try anything special, didn't lay it on thick. It was like he didn't have to try. For whatever reason, this girl didn't seem bothered by the uniform. He wasn't going to waste the one opportunity he's had in months.

"Well, I am certified in the frozen confectionary arts, Miss?"

"L/N, Y/N L/N" she definitely didn't go to Hawkins then. He would have recognized the name if she had.

"Alright Miss. Y/N L/N, mint chocolate chip is perhaps the best flavor of ice cream we sell"

"Really? Do tell" Y/N asked with teasing grin.

"Oh we constantly sell out of the stuff. This tub right here we got in this morning, fresh is the best. I hear the CEO of Scoops Ahoy himself keeps mint chocolate chip in his office everyday because he loves it so much" Steve is talking out of his ass. He doesn't even know if Scoops Ahoy even has a CEO. It's a corporation, so he's sure there must be someone at the top of the frozen food chain.

"That's some high prasie"

"Who doesn't like to be praised?" Steve does. Too much if he's being honest with himself.

"Fair enough" Y/N began, twirling one of her curls around her finger, "one scoop of mint chocolate chip in a dish please "

"Any sprinkles or fudge?"

"Do they cost extra?"

"It's on the house, for taking the risk and all that" Steve was glad his manager was a total flake and never showed up to work. He could get fired for giving away free ice cream, it wouldn't have been a total loss though.

"Then I guess I'll do both"

Steve grabbed the scooper from his belt and gave it a little twirl, earning a giggle from the girl on the other side of the counter. He was on cloud 9. For the first time since he started this lame job he might finally have a shot at adding a tally to the You Rule side of Robin's stupid board. Y/N was clearly into him, as long as he didn't fuck up in the next few minutes he was as good as gold.

"Here you go, one scoop of mint chocolate chip for the lady" Steve said as walked back to the counter. If he was paying better attention, he would have noticed the forgotten white board edge behind him. But Steve wasn't paying attention, and he clocked the board with his hip. It fell to the tile floor with a loud thunk and slid across the floor to the other side of the counter. Right in Y/N's line of sight. He could only watch in horror as she picked up the board and read the incriminating marks on the white plastic.

"I-I can explain that" Steve stuttered, placing the cup of ice cream on the counter.

"Oh yea?" Y/N asked, her grip on the whiteboard remaining steady.

"Yea, well, you see" Steve was floundering. He knew he couldn't come up with anything that didn't seem like total bullshit, because that's all it would be. Bullshit. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory of Nancy and Halloween. Steve didn't want to be bullshit, so he was left with only one option. Honesty.

"It's a scoreboard for me. Every time I hit on a girl and fail Robin puts a tally on the you suck side. If I manage to get a number or a date it would go on the other side. As you can see, I don't have the best luck. I swear it's this stupid uniform, it's cursed" Steve refused to look at the girl as he spoke, his face flushed red with mortified embarrassment. It was all over now, Steve was sure of it. He hadn't felt that pathetic in weeks. Not since his dad laid into him, calling him a fuck up for not getting into Tech. A certified loser he was.

"Well, apparently the girls of Hawkins have shit taste"

"What?" Steve and Robin asked at the same time. Robin had been pretending not to listen during the entire interaction, but she finally blew her cover then. Steve was also in a state of shock. Moments before he was convinced Robin would another black line to his never ending shit score.

"If I'm being honest," Y/N began as she reached over to grab one the dry eraser markers beside the cash register, "I actually dig the uniform. Don't know why, but there's just something about those little shorts and that tie that I like"

Steve was struck dumb. Static in his brain as he watched the girl write something on the board. He didn't know what he did to finally get some positive karma in his life, but he wasn't about to question divine intervention now.

"I guess it's true what they say" Y/N said with a wink as she capped the marker, "ladies do love a man in uniform. Well, at least this one does"

She handed the board to Steve and grabbed her scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream. He looked down to see one single tally mark on the You Rule side of the board, alongside ten digits and small heart beside her name.

"I don't know your schedule, but I'm free this Saturday night. I hear St. Elmo's Fire is really good" Holy mother of God. Steve had a date. A date with a pretty girl for the first time in eight friggin months.

"Saturday's good for me, maybe I can get you dinner instead of ice cream this time" Steve had to work until 5 on Saturday, but maybe with a bit of groveling Robin would be willing to cover the last two hours solo.

"Dinner and a movie, sounds perfect" Steve watched as Y/N took a single bite of her ice cream, her tongue swirling around the small red plastic. He couldn't keep his eyes off of it.

"Yea, perfect"

"See ya then Sailor" Y/N turned to walk outside of the shop, her hips swaying with every step. As soon as she was out of earshot, Robin raced to get behind the counter. Her eyes scanned the board Steve still held in his hand, her eyes nearly bugging out of her skull.

"Holy shit, you got a date!" Robin gasped with barely contained surprise. Holy shit was right. For the first time since Steve started at Scoops, he praised the company uniform. It managed to charm the one girl in Hawkins that was into silly sailor get ups. It seemed like things were looking up. Steve grabbed an old receipt and a pen, quickly jotting down Y/N's number before it got destroyed. A proud, and slightly smug, smile on his face.

"Still got it"

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@cevans-winchester , @lalalalemonade11 , @esoltis280 , @celestialsxturn , @thatredlipped-classic , @musicmoviestv , @panagiasikelia ,

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanficton #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things s3

[tarotomorrows]

WOOO!! Alright more designs regarding what I’m now going to call the Inkweaver AU, I’ll get into more details about it later on but for now I’m just establishing character designs, story beats, and all that story telling nitty gritty.

For now I leave you all with my latest designs for Bendy, Boris and Alice! Now I know they aren’t technically real “cartoons” considering they’re parodies of irl toons but they’re still getting included because besides the satanic rituals Joey Drew Studios had the a similar fall to that of Fleischer Studios sooo tomato- tomato for the sake of consistency in the story they’ll be considered a real studio.

Anywho, this is Bendy’s design, him Boris and Alice work at a news bureau, “The Daily Drip”, Bendy’s the main editor for the news and runs the shop. Kind of a snappy, snarky, small little business man. He clocks in early and stays in late, he practically lives in his office. He’s not typically well mannered but he means well, just brutally honest.

However be sure to not push his buttons cause he has a very short fuse and an even shorter line of restraint once angered.

This is Boris! He’s the golden heart of the trio and always looking for the latest scoop…of ice cream but also info on any sort of important or jaw dropping mysteries. He presents himself as dimwitted by nature but don’t let this act of naivety fool you, he’s a trickster and uses any source of weakness of his opponents to his advantage. At the end of the day of deceiving people to get the info he needs he’ll slide right back into the studio and drop his notepad of information on Bendy’s desk, head straight to the break room and plop himself onto the couch for some long deserved rest.

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Last but certainly not least is our heavenly interviewer Alice, though her halo is no where to be seen her sharp tongue and quick witts will be sure to get you to confess your sins…secrets that is. She’s tasked with going out and interviewing the people affiliated with the latest scandal, and no matter how hard you try to deflect her questions she always manages to ask just the right ones to secure your downfall. How does she do it ? A girl has her ways I suppose…

#bendytheinkdemon #bendy the little devil darling #bendy the dancing devil #bendy the demon #bendy the dancing demon #bendy and the ink machine #batim bendy #bendy au #bendyandtheinkmachine #boris the wolf #alice angel #batim #batim au #batim alice angel #batim fanart #batim art #batim boris #1930s cartoons #rubberhose #rubberhose cartoon #cartoon art #inkweaverau

[kairiscorner]

Musta po!! Hope your having a good day ^^, if you don’t mind i wanna request a wholesome/comedic fic :)) Okay, so I randomly though this afternoon — Spidernoir x Filipino-Spider!reader. Where Noir is in the reader’s dimension and the reader’s just introducing him to filipino food/snacks after a long day of battling criminals HAHSHSS

HI PO, oooooo that's so cute <:) I LAVET, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS <333 tangena nagutom ako habang nagdedesign ng header LMAO

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food trip with noir

after a long day of fighting criminals and beating down villains, you and noir had the tradition of going on food trips to recharge and feel less agitated from battle. it was your turn this week, and boy did you have a lot you wanted to show him. the first place you took him to was a local panciteria, you knew the owner, they always snuck you extra noodles and more meat on your pancit, you were their favorite customer.

noir loved the scents in the panciteria, and when he joined you to order, you asked him if you two could just... share a plate. "oh, y'know, it's to save on costs as well. besides, i might not be able to finish..." he said as he tried, and failed, to appear like he didn't have any ulterior motives with this whole 'sharing a plate' idea. you agreed though, and noir absolutely loved the pancit. you fed him some with your fork and even though he said it'd be better to get one plate to save money, he couldn't help himself, he wanted more.

after the pancit, you two got some desserts at a local chowking. you introduced him to the beauty that was halo-halo. and the minute noir saw the purple ice cream scoop of ube on top, he already knew it was gonna be good. he couldn't get enough of the gulaman and leche flan toppings on the halo-halo, to say he really loved it was an understatement. "love, this... oh goodness, i love the ube ice cream on this, and is this jelly? oh and flan? this is on the same level as egg creams for me, that's it, we're going here all the time now, please!" he'd exclaim with a dorky grin as he had some smears of ube ice cream on his lips.

finally, to end things off, you visited a local fries stand, the beloved potato corner. you ordered a small one since you guys already had dinner and some dessert, and you just knew noir had to try this. it was a staple of your childhood and still is a staple of your daily life, you hoped noir would like it, but when noir saw the cute little mascot doodle in LED lights, he already fell in love with it. you shared your fries with noir, and after a little while, it was gone in a flash.

"what? that was it...? aww, well, maybe we can get more next time. it's concerning how addicting these potato cuts are, but gosh darn it, they're amazing." he beamed as you smiled and pointed out how orange his lips and finger pads were, and he pointed out you had the same, even after he watched you lick it off!

noir loved the snacks and meals you showed him every time it was your turn to lead the food trip, it felt like he was sharing in bits of you, seeing as how you loved these foods ever since you were younger and how you still love them to this day. and yes, he did convince peni and ham to go with him to a potato corner with you guys and fought over the fries.

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[reashot]

For @notmaplemable feat. Wolf Faunus Ruby.

Vet Visit

Curled up in her own bed and under her blanket while sipping a cup of hot cocoa. Ruby Rose let out a content sigh while wagging her fluffy tail...

Ruby: Ahhh.... This is the life. All snugged up inside my bed watching anime in my scroll while drinking hot cocoa. And with the air conditioner in full blast. Nothing could ruin this moment for me. Absolutely nothing. 😁

Yang: Hey Sis! It's time for your daily check up with the vet.

Ruby: Ruh-roh. It's time for me to make my exit.

Ruby after hearing the word she dreaded the most. Decided to escape through her window. But when she opens the window and sticks her neck out. Her neck is suddenly grabbed by a catcher pole from seemingly out off nowhere.

Summer: I knew you would try to escape from here. Oh Ruby, try to at least be more creative with your escape attempt. 😔

Ruby: Mom please don't sent me to the Vet. I'm not even sick. 😷

Summer: No can do Ruby. You know that an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure. 😌

Yang: Hey mom, did you catch her?

Summer: I got her. Tell Tai to warm up the engine. We are going to the Vet. 😇

Ruby: No! Please save me sis! 😵

Yang: I'm sorry Rubs. But remember it's for your own good. Now be a good girl and please get into the pet carrier.

Ruby: What. No! It's embarrassing to be seen in that. 😠

Summer: If you didn't try to escape every time we go into the vet then we won't have to resort to this sort of method everytime. 😑

Ruby: *sniffs* Okay... I will be a good girl. So please don't put me in there. 😢

Summer: *Release Ruby* Good girl. Now go to the Car and wait for us. ☺

Defeated Ruby slowly leaves her room in and get into the family's car. Along the way she didn't say anything even when she finally arrive at the hospital.

Ruby: Please dad don't let me go inside. I promise I'll be good from now on. *cute puppy wolf eyes* 🥺

Tai: *visible pain* I'm sorry Ruby but a routine check up is important. We don't want you to get sick, okay.

Summer: That's right dear. We only wants the best for Ruby. 😉

Yang: Oh I'm so gonna share this video with everyone.

Ruby: I hate you Yang. 👿

Announcer: Ruby Rose the vet will see you now.

Tai: That's us Ruby c'mon.

Ruby: No! I won't go in! 😫

Yang: C'mon Rubes just go inside you're embarrassing us.

Ruby: Good! Because I refuse to go in without a fight. 😩

Tai: C'mon Ruby please get inside. I'll buy you ice cream after this.

Ruby: No! I will not go in. Not even for choco strawberry double scoop sundae. 😤

Summer: Young lady if you don't go in there right now. I will erase all your save game data from your scroll. 😐

Yang: Wow mom. Overkill much?

Ruby: You monster! You wouldn't dare! 😨

Summer: Try me. 😈

Ruby: Hhhh..... Fine! You win. You monster. 😭

Tai: Uhh that's great honey. But can we go meet the vet, now?

The entire family then all go in together with Ruby. To make sure she didn't try to escape. Again.

Nurse: Rose-Xiao Long family I'm afraid that the usual veterinarian will not be attending.

Ruby: Yes! We can go back home now. 😆

Nurse: Fortunately we have someone on standby. But I have to tell you that he is rather young.

Ruby: (Oh no just my luck... And I bet him being young just mean being slightly younger than my dad. 😏)

Jaune: Hi my name is Jaune Arc. I'll be the one doing the checking for... Miss Ruby Rose I presume.

Ruby: (hubba, hubba. He can play doctor with me anytime.)

Jaune: So I received Ruby's file from her last visit. She a half-wolf faunus, in her early teen and have no record of sickness the last time she's in.

Summer: Yes as you can see my little Ruby is the perfect picture of health. And we would like to keep that way this time too. 😊

Ruby: (he's so dreamy) 🫠💕💕💕💕

Tai: *feeling concerned that her daughter might have feeling for the blonde teenager*

Jaune: Excellent then let us proceed. Now miss Ruby can you take off your clothes?

Ruby: As you command. Master. 😋 *proceeds to strips everything*

Tai: Ruby!?

Jaune: *hides his face* Just the outer top please and you can keep your undershirt on!

Ruby: Oh phoey... 😟

Tai bottles up his emotion seeing her baby daughter obviously smitten with the boy. And seeing him touching her body under the excuse of checking her condition does not help with it one bit.

Jaune: Well everything seems to be okay. There's nothing to worry about.

Ruby: *moan~* (Yes touch me more pls 🥴) *wags tail*

Tai: Good then just write us the bill and we will be on our way. C'mon Ruby let's go!

Yang: You heard the man sis.

Ruby: But, but I could be sick. In fact I think I have one of those virus that are in the news lately. *cough* *cough* I think I might have to stay a bit longer. 🤢

Tai: Nice try Ruby but the vet just said you're fine.

Jaune: Well... We can have her stay overnight if we're still not sure. And don't worry the insurance also cover this.

Ruby: Staying Overnight? But Mr. Arc we just met. 😍

Jaune: Please just call me Jaune. I mean we're around the same age after all.

Summer: Ohhh look our little girl is in love. Maybe we should let her stay the night. Who knows maybe that Jaune boy will mate with Ruby and gives us bunch of cubs. ❤

Tai: Summer!

Yang: Mom!

Jaune: Mrs. Rose!

Ruby: Me! 😝

#jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #lancaster rwby #rwby #rwby lancaster #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #yang xiao long #summer rose #tai xiao long #faunus au #rwby faunus

[tomjamesavery]

Strawberry Ice Cream Written for the Ginnyversary Bingo Challenge with the prompt: #N34 — "Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" Read on: AO3 “Mum can I have stwabewwy ice cweam!” Ginny only rolled her eyes, at her daughter's shrill voice, it wasn’t even 9 in the morning yet, and the first thing Lily Luna wanted for breakfast, was a big scoop of strawberry ice cream. To her dismay, this had become a regular occurrence lately. Ginny put down the Quidditch part of the daily prophet she had been reading, looking up just as her daughter stepped into the living room at Grimmauld Place. Her eyes still sleepy, she clutched her plush black-kitten toy-, she had named Mrs Meow, -tightly. Ginny stared at a set of brown eyes, so similar to her own, and couldn’t but smile at her daughter. “Lils, it's still early, don’t you want something proper for breakfast, I could whip you up an Omelette?” Ginny asked sweetly, looking at her youngest child of five years. “No! ‘Don’t want your omelette, only Daddy can make them nice.” She exclaimed, now holding out her kitten plushie. “Mrs Meow wants stawbewy ice cweam!” Ginny sighed, saying no to her children was one of the hardest things she knew. She wasn't as bad at it as her husband, but as soon as one of them turned their big round eyes on them, they caved, almost every single time. But today wasn't one of those times, she would be stern, she couldn’t have her daughter eat ice cream for breakfast every day, she needed something with more substance, Ginny thought. She had to find a way to convince Lily, otherwise this could end in a crying fit. “Ohh but Mrs Meow told me, that I should prepare you two an omelette with vegetables for breakfast.” Ginny lied, trying to find a way of convincing her young daughter. But the little red-haired girl only shook her head in response, her two pigtails swinging out to the sides. “No! Mrs Meow wants ice cweam, no omelette, and no veggies.” She confidently exclaimed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. A move that reminded Ginny very much of her own younger self. Ginny suddenly had an idea, she bent down petting the kitten plush's head before she spoke up again. “But I promised it to Mrs Meow, she told me she would be sad if she hadn't had omelettes today!” Ginny’s voice was soft, as she seemingly talked with the toy cat. “No! You didn’t even talk with hew, she was with me all the time!” Lily pointed out. “And also I will only eat daddy's omelettes!” Lily seemed set in stone with her opinion as Ginny continued to try. Where was Harry when she needed him she thought, he sadly had been called into the Auror’s Office for a weekend shift today. “Mrs Meow visited me in my dreams today! That’s where she told me!” Ginny lied again, and Lily looked taken aback before she replied. “So you mean Mrs Meow can talk to me in my dweams?” The small girl asked, her brown eyes wide open. Ginny nodded as she continued to explain. “She can, and she does, that’s how she told me, and I imagine she tells you lots of things!” Lily looked dumbstruck, seemingly lost in her own thoughts as the girl intensely stared at her kitten plushy. Ginny used the moment, to walk over to the kitchen counter as she swiftly pre-heated a pan, before feeling someone pull on her Weasley jumper. “Mummy, but how can it be weal when it’s only in my head?” Lily asked, her eyes still wide. Ginny turned around and got to her knees as she smiled sweetly at her daughter. “ Darling, of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" She pecked Lily’s forehead-, making the girl smile, -before turning around again, and cracking two eggs into the heated pan. "Now who wants omelettes?"

#hinny #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #fluff #ginny lovers #ginny potter #married hinny #lily luna potter

[dilf-whore]

Can I request one where y/n and Steve where dating before he got with Nacy and they have break up because he’s starts having feelings for nacy but what he doesn’t know is that she was pregnant. Maybe a time skip to season 3 where he works at scopes ahoy and that’s when he finds out??? (Plot twist robin knows this whole time because there bestie)

second chance

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: teenage pregnancy (?), mentions of patriarchy and all those misogynistic shit.

A/N: okay i don’t know if i did well but this is fucking long, it’s 2.3k words lol. please let me know your comments/feedbacks, i wanna know what you think and i hope you guys like it 🫶🏻

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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“Look, I’m so-”

“D-don’t apologize, just leave, Steve, please” You cut him off, crossing your arms as you look away and bite your lip, stopping yourself from breaking down in front of him. Steve Harrington, your boyfriend since freshman year, the love of your life, just broke up with you. He couldn't seem to directly tell you but you know he’s trying to say that he’s fallen out of love for you and that his heart screams for Nancy.

You’ve been noticing these past few weeks that Steve and Nancy are getting close and hanging out more often - he’s even seeing her more than you.

Soon, you’ve figured that there’s something going on between the two, you wanted to talk to him but you were too scared, too scared to confirm your suspicions that he does in fact no longer have feelings for you.

Steve nods and walks out of your room, he didn't want to go but it’s for the best, he just broke your heart and he knows that getting out of your sight is the right thing to do. 

You crouch down and hug your knees, loud sobs echoing through your room and hands tugging on your hair from self-frustration as tears stream down your face. The pain’s too much to handle, your heart’s crushed into pieces and it’s gonna take a long time to put them back together - or maybe, not at all.

After a while of crying, you suddenly feel a wave of nausea and quickly run to the bathroom, you start to vomit as soon as you enter. You begin to shake from the painful, violent, and involuntary contracting of your stomach. 

The vomiting finally comes to an end and you lean on the wall, your body weak and frail. You were trying to calm your breathing and get rid of your dizziness when a realization hits you,

I missed my period.

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7 months have passed and you never came to contact with Steve about your pregnancy, you don’t even know what’s happening in his life anymore. You were grateful that your parents still accepted and supported you through the past months and thankfully, you already graduated before your bump started to grow. 

No one knows about the child growing in you - except for your best friend, Robin. She stuck by your side and bought you all the foods you craved, she would cover up for you whenever you’d suddenly rush to the bathroom to throw up, and now that she wanted to get a summer job before college, Robin decided to work at your favorite ice cream place: Scoops Ahoy so she could sneak in some free ice cream for you and your baby. 

Now here you are at Starcourt carefully wobbling like a penguin as you walk through and go to your best friend. The mall was pretty full since it’s newly opened and people are excited to come and see what’s in store. You put a protective hand over your bump and carefully head towards Scoops Ahoy, you spot a few familiar people from school and they were looking at you with shock looks on their faces - some were whispering to one another. You feel uneasy but you try to brush it off.

You’ve learned over time to just mind your own business and avoid them but sometimes it’s hard to do so when you’re by yourself.

You catch your breath once you arrive at the ice cream parlor, the extra weight from the growing bump makes it harder for you to do normal daily tasks and tires you quicker than usual.

Your exhaustion goes away when your eyes land on your best friend with a huge smile on her face, “Robin, you got the usual?” you ask, reciprocating her smile. She takes out a cone with two scoops of your favorite flavor, overloaded with toppings. You squeal in delight and Robin rushes towards you so didn’t have to walk more, “only the best for my best friend and my niece or nephew” she says, handing you the huge cone of ice cream. Without hesitation, you start devouring the dessert - the sweet, milky, coldness of it sends happiness and content to your taste buds, “you’re the best! Oh and, I don’t want you to lose your job, so I’ll pay for all the ice cream I took” you grab money in your pocket shove it to Robin. “Don’t give it back”.

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Steve groans as he opens the door, Dustin and his friends have been passing through Scoops Ahoy’s back door to get in the movies and watch for free. Steve still complies despite his complaints and protests - he just can’t say no to those kids. “I swear to God, if you get caught-“

“You’ll be in trouble. We know!” they say in unison.

Steve shooks his head and closes the door. His body freezes as soon as he hears the familiar voice, the voice of the person he hurt the most, whom he hasn’t seen for a while, - the voice of the girl he misses so much. 

He slowly approaches the window and slides it partially open, but big enough for his face to be seen.

It’s her.

His heart beat speeds up, a rush of emotions come shooting at him with no warning. Is he nervous? happy? scared? delighted?, he’s not sure what exactly but he does know one thing, he’s ashamed - the feeling that’s been stuck in him for a long time. How could he break up with you for someone who never really loved him? Karma is what happened to him; Nancy leaving him for Jonathan was a taste of his own medicine and he knows he deserved it.

Steve always thought of talking to you, you never left his mind. But, he’s afraid of how you’ll respond.

Steve watches you talk with his co-worker, he’s a bit confused, you seemed very comfortable with Robin. Since when did they become this close? he thought. Despite half of you being covered by Robin in his view, you were still pretty as ever, it’s like seeing you for the first time again, he always loved the way your eyes form into crescent-like shapes when you smile. Steve can’t help but smile too as you look so happy and invested in whatever you’re talking about and not to mention, glowing.

“So, I’m going to the doctor next week Tuesday to find out the baby’s gender. Can you come with me?” you ask Robin, taking another lick on your ice cream. 

She gives you an apologetic look, “I have a shift on that day. I’ll make it up to you! I promise!” she replies, putting a hand up as she shows her sincerity. You pat her arm, “don’t worry, I understand. I’ll just...” your voice trails off when you spot him, your smile going away. 

Robin sees the change in your expression and look at your direction, “I’m sorry, I didn't tell you. Steve’s also working here” she says softly.

Steve’s eyes together with yours, grow wide when you made eye contact. He doesn't know what to do; should he come out? should he hide? should he talk to you?. He gets more surprised when Robin turns around, finally getting a better view of you, his attention lands on your growing tummy, you’re pregnant. 

You look at him and down on your bump, in spite of trying to avoid him all this time, part of you still wanted to see Steve. 

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Robin goes to Steve, “way to ruin the day”

“Why didn't you tell me you were friends with Y/N?” he asks. Robin crosses her arm, her demeanour changing into a protective and annoyed one, “why should I? You broke by best friend’s heart and took everything away from Y/N by getting her pregnant!”. 

“What do you mean getting her pregnant?” confusion and shock plastered all over his face. Robin rolls her eyes and takes in a deep breath, he’s getting on her nerves. “She’s 7 months pregnant, do the math”.

There was brief tensed silence between them, “oh shit” he gasps.

“Yeah, ‘oh shit’. Y/N never dated anyone after you, how can she anyways? No one would want to go out with someone who’s a carrying a baby that’s not theirs. She can’t even go out that much, she’s scared of people’s stares, eyes that says ‘you’re a slut’ to her face. You know how lucky you are? You’re so lucky because you’re a man, no one cares if you get a girl pregnant and leave them or if you fuck many girls - you’ll get praised even! But for us, women? even the smallest thing like our clothes can make us a whore. Pregnant or has a fatherless child? a whore. Fucks as many boys as you? a whore. It’s not fair”

“I never told you because I don’t think you deserve to. She’s all by herself with a child growing inside of her. She’s scared” Robin adds, her face turning red.

Steve looks down and carefully listens to Robin’s outburst. 

She’s right.

A tear rolls down his cheek, how could he let you go through this alone? how could he go on to the next girl like you’re an object?. He puts a hand on his forehead, he’s disappointed in his self

Robin looks at him, she could see his guilt and realization. Ever since she started working with him this summer, she noticed the change in him, he wasn't the asshole she used to see back in school, he’s no longer the Steve she knows. She saw it with the way he took care of the curly-haired boy and his friends. The old Steve would’ve made fun of them or not look at them at all, thinking that those kids are weirdos. And seeing how he’s rescting now just confirms that he did change.

“But you know, she still wants to reach out to you and maybe, you should try and go to Y/N” 

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The day went drastically slow for Steve, he’s been out of it, he can’t focus on the job as his mind keeps coming back to you, thinking of what to say when he talks to you tonight after his shift.

They’ve finally closed the ice cream parlor, and he goes straight to your place with Robin.

They arrive at your doorstep, still in their uniforms and Robin knocks on your door with Steve fidgeting on the hem of his shorts, waiting behind her.

After a moment, you finally open the door and meet the two. “Can we come in?” Robin asks.

You don’t say anything and just move aside to let them in, it’s like your mouth glued shut. “He’s got something to tell you. I’m gonna go to the kitchen and give you space. Call my name when you need me”. Robin leaves you both before you could even reply.

You sigh and face Steve, “I h-honestly don’t know where to start” he speaks up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything, I really am. I wasted the girl who loved me with all of her heart and cared for me, I threw away the relationship with who I was the happiest with. You’re always on my mind, Y/N. I never stopped loving you - god I know that sounds stupid after all that I’ve done but believe me it’s true”

He starts to choke on his words, “I don’t fucking know what I was thinking back then and i-it’s not even a valid excuse. But please give me a chance, let me be there for you and the baby, our baby. I want to be in your lives. I’ll do anything you ask me to. Just, please” he sobs, approaching you and holding on your arms with a pleading grip on them.

“The past few months have been hard for me but, it doesn’t compare to yours and I’m the one to blame. I completely understand if you no longer wanna be with me and have to do anything with me. I’ll be out of your sight but let me at least help support the baby. I know money’s not gonna fix everything you’ve been through, I just want to try to make it up to you, j-just tell me what to do”

Tears are streaming down your face. It was the very first time you saw him cry, he always hid his emotions and stopped himself from breaking in tears in front of everyone, seeing him like this makes you realize that he’s sincere.

“You know I can’t forgive you just like that, you left me in a ditch and you weren’t there when I needed you the most” you reply, Steve nodding in response, his face full of shame. “But I-I want you to be there for our child, I want you to be the one to see them grow up, be there as a father”.

His body perks up, “And for me, I-I don’t know how long it’ll take. I wanna take things slow”.

He pulls you into a hug, his tears not stopping, “I don’t care how long, even if it takes years, I-I don’t care, I’ll take it. I’ll be by your side for now on. Just, just tell me where to start” .

He pulls away when Robin’s voice erupts from the kitchen, “you can start by going with her to the doctor next week, I’ll cover up for you”. Steve looks back at you, anticipating on what you have to say, hoping you’re be okay with the idea.

“It’s on Tuesday, at 10am. We’ll find out if it’s a boy or a girl” you say with a soft smile on your face.

“Oh my God, I’ll pick you up. Thank you, thank you, I won’t let you down” he responds with delight, putting a hand on your belly as he looks at your unborn baby. You gave him a second chance and he won’t waste it, the thought of having a small version of you and him running around in the future gets him all excited.

Steve swears from now on to do everything with you together.

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