#BAHAHHAHAH so good

[crabmaster-64]

I DONNO HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS K–

[r473n]

OMG!!!!

So, I spoke with @srtruth a while ago and I had this picture I drew when I was... young in like 2007 when I was obsessed with bleach for the first time. Which I might redraw now digitally cos it's actually quite fun.

And today I was searching for more and found this beaut...

Bahahhahah I'm pissing myself laughing. I was 13 y'all. 13. But what's even better is... I drew this in catholic school!!! BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

I always finished my homework quick as fuck cos I used to have a good brain - shrunk down to peasize now but that's irrelevant- and spent the rest of the time doodling...

I'm glad the nuns never caught me doing this cos ma gawd that would have been awkward!!

SHUNUKI LOVE ❤️

[borathae]

Chapter 5

sickeningly sweet jimin? is he about to sass me?

“why aren’t you visiting our place anymore? idk you tell me

But you are still seeing Taehyung, aren’t you? yeah they are also occasionally eating each other, dont worry

his eyes race over your body, “interesting indeed.” WHY IS HE EYEING ME LIKE THAT? u got something to say???? ALSO WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

SAVED THAT FF IN TO MY LIBRARY AHAHA

It is like you don’t even exist for him.” SHUT UP U DONT SAY THAT

SIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING (go on i have 3 holes for a reason)

You almost choke gurl got gagged

Stupid body, acting all on its own again.  me to my body when it does that shiver/jerk/hitting my neck on my shoulder

what did you say to him to make him change his mind plays all idks jimin ever sang

take a shot everytime he said interesting

THANK GOD HE LEFT BYE PHEW, THIS IS A MOMENT WHERE "let out a breath idk i was holding" IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTABLE

NO HE DIDNT LEAVE Jimin presses himself against you 🤺 BACK AWAY🤺 BACK THE FUCK AWAY I SAID 🤺

jimin is sex on legs and STAYING FUCKING TRUE TO IT

Interesting count: 3

HE IS A MENACE COULD HAVE LEFT THAT POOR GIRL ALONE TO STUDY BUT NAAH HE IS JEALOUS OF HER STUDYING LATIN

Good job, now everyone hates you. mood 😭

WHY DID U GO TO HIM NO WE WONT FOLD THAT FAST NA UH

do come inside.” sure, she will after she learns the spells

YES LEAVE THANK YOU WE WILL NOT BACK DOWN

JIMINSHI AAAA

him: im fast as fuck boi

putting my meme generator account to use

So much is happening at once that you don’t know if you like it or not. Are you having a dream again? i get her confusion like sir what are you doing, its hot tho

OMG HE ERASED THE MEMORIES UGH AAH

HOSEOK MY LOVELY POOKIE I LOVE YOU, LETS GET MARRIED AND WALK INTO THE SUNSET AND FORGET ALL ABOUT THIS. the end. wow that would be funny if the book ended in 5 chapters 😭

remember our workout? .... I love cuddles”, he states ...... it was very late yep. this is soo funny pls, knowing how his lying/acting sucks, this must be a struggle for him

STOP OK UR NOT FUNNY IM SORRY, SAY SOMETHING

ok what is he trying to do? you need to poop great 😭

AGAIN SHE IS IN THE LIBRARY?? WHAT HOBI U DIDNT HAVE TO ERASE MEMORIES oh he only changed her place, cuz she remembers him hmm ok

tae is ok i guess DONT TELL ME TO SLEEP SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK (me who sleeps 8 hours a day)

poor baby i hope she sleeps it off well.

i still dont know whats happening and its getting concerning about what goes on with them and the house 🙂

AND WE GOT TO SEE 2SEOK AGAIN YAY whats kook up to i wonder

AHAHAHAHHA IT'S SO FUNNY TO SEE THE EMOTIONAL rollercoaster you went on with this chapter 😭😂😂 you went from wanting Jimin to fearing him to wanting Hobi to fearing him to tolerating Tae BAHAHHAHAH this is exactly the kind of reading experience I want you guys to have HFAHDHFHA

ALSO THE MEMES ARE TOPTIER PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING BAHAHHAHAH

[glacialheart]

im pretty sure there are like some detailed tutorial on yt that i'll have to watch ahaha

and kaeya!!!!! my cousin's so obsessed with him, he's the only character i know of LMAO

but personally i think i still like alhaitham (even if i cant get the old arab man out of mind when i think of that name)

good luck with that!! i hope you have loads of fun (but don't stress yourself out, it's just a game at the end of the day!! play how you want to play <3)

PLEASE TELL YOUR COUSIN THEY HAVE GOOD TASTE bc kaeya is so 😍

BAHAHHAHAH NO I GET YOU (if it helps, my brother called tighnari tingu-nari [tingu is a funny sounding nickname where i'm from] and that's all i can think of now)

[darsynia]

You chug the water, loudly, unable to regulate how desperately you need it.

I feel this so hard, like... just get what you need IN THERE because then you'll be better prepared.

oh no i'm like incapable of stopping reading but I want to quote multiple things and kdlfjsalkfjdsalfds

Stark fake-punches Steve’s shoulder. “Way to break the ice, buddy. I’m proud of you. What happened? You noticed you’re both workaholics and needed your girl…closer to get closer, did you? Good call.”

and

“At least he finally asked you. I kept telling him to shit or get off the pot.”

“Language,” you hiss quietly.

Bahahhahah the stomach drop Steve must have had for this! I love the fake dating trope where like, things just keep *reinforcing* that it's real and it's so not!

YET

“Better make it look good then.”

screamingcryingthrowingup

“No need,” you marvel. “I just mistook them for my own.”

oh I LOVE that.

It’s incredibly cute. Steve Rogers is just so damn cute.

*grumble grumble grouch*

an adventure in micro-expressions.

I love the hell out of that.

He absently holds your ankles steady in his lap when he shifts on the cushions.

I like all of that paragraph but this especially!

he whispers like a secret, and for now, it is.

ahhhhhh

Oh noooo what did Tony do?? This was delightful and I love it and I'm glad I waited till I wasn't missing time with you to read it if that makes sense? I AM A GREEDY BITCH.

Threadbare (2)

Steve Rogers x Fashion Designer!Reader (see previous or series)

IMPORTANT: I forgot to mention and link that this started with an anon ask, so I should give them credit for the idea. Here's where this all started! Additionally, Richard Fisk is an actual Marvel character and the son of Kingpin. All that is straight out of the comics (and animated shows), down to the horrible color choices.

Summary: Steve shelters you from Fisk while attempting to hide the truth from Tony. He's not a great liar...but how much of this is really fake?

Warnings for fluffy fluff of the 21st-fluffery with a teeny bit of angst, 100% idiots in love! Also a quick disclaimer about me knowing exactly diddlysquat about fashion design. I binged 'Next In Fashion' and so this is the best I got lol... WC 4066

You watch Steve blush at your attempted smile. He paws at the back of his head before gathering another confession.

“Actually, I do have—I mean, yes, I wanted to see you, but uh—“ he rushes over to fetch a paper bag he must have stashed as he snuck in behind the cops “—I did have a reason to come.”

In the bag, you find three shirts, and your smile turns more genuine.

“Of course, you did. How romantic.”

You’re still awash with adrenaline; there’s no filter to keep your teasing at bay. You can barely pick up that you said anything anyway.

Steve shrugs, looking down to take back the shirts as Abby returns with a glass of water for you. “Not my best move.”

You chug the water, loudly, unable to regulate how desperately you need it. Abby gently pries Steve’s shirts from his tense arms.

“Right.” Steve rolls his shoulders out, straightening and clearly falling into Captain mode. “We need to get you somewhere safe. I just have to make a few calls and—“

“Don’t tell Stark,” you blurt, hand instinctively grabbing the wrist that holds his phone ready. “I’m sorry. That sounded like an order, just…please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Tony can’t know that Fisk has been using you as a tailor as well. He can’t. 

Alarm and curiosity flicker behind Steve’s blue eyes, but he hides it well immediately. “Ok. I’ll—” he makes no move to take his arm back “—think of something.”

“And I have three clients left…for the day.”

Abby tsks you from behind though it’s the truth. The empty glass rattles on the tabletop with your faint tremor.

Steve thinks for a prolonged, squinting moment. “After work then. I’ll pick you up.”

You run off adrenaline and butterflies the rest of the day, and yes, whatever liquids or snacks Abby and Dominica (when she returns from her errand) put into your hand along the way, but mostly it’s the fluttering anticipation of Steve that floats you through.

And then he’s back and it’s already dark outside.

“Oh shit,” you burst, politely showing Mr. Chen out while Steve waits his turn to get in the door. He says nothing, but Captain America lowers his head in disapproval at your curse. “I’m sorry. I lost track of time. Let me grab some things.”

You race up the stairs to the apartment over the shop. Your clientele and brand used to be small enough that you could keep those two sides of life separate, but slowly, your work has crept into your living space. Now you survive from a dresser, a hanging rack, and a Murphy bed that doubles as a small desk when it’s upright against the wall.

Not much of an existence, but it’s very practical.

You’re shuffling around with an overnight bag and a dump tote to grab mostly work things and two changes of clothes. One of your assistants can bring you more stuff if/when necessary, but it feels presumptive to think you’ll live out of a safe house for long.

“So…working to live or living to work?”

You jump at Steve’s deep voice from the open doorway. He looks around at the hodgepodge of work benches and mannequins lining the walls.

“It’s a fluid and evolving situation,” you admit, sweeping several binders of fabric swatches and sketch pads into the tote. You eye a work-in-progress on one of the dummies and decide against trying to take it. Too bulky.

In order not to keep Steve waiting, you hand over the tote and head to the car, texting Abby and Dominica instructions the whole drive. Steve assures you that you’ll still have wifi and freedom to communicate, so you don’t have to clear fittings and consults off the books. It simply won’t be wise to invite welcome clients into where you’re staying.

Admittedly, that’s very generous considering you could have been looking at a blackout, witness-protection level of hiding.

You’re still on your phone when Steve opens your car door, and you shuffle with your duffel, his feet at the edge of your periphery to follow. It doesn’t register that you walk down a long hall. It doesn’t register that there’s an elevator ride and another voice. It doesn’t register that you’re looking at a kind of hostel-esque apartment inside another building until you ask if there’s a space you’ll be able to spread out for work.

Steve glows with pride that he thought of that and walks you to a conference room…surrounded by glass…overlooking a 30-story high view of the city.

You’re in the Avengers Tower, formerly Stark Tower.

“Wait, he’s not supposed to know.”

Steve gets your confusion right away. “Tony doesn’t, but without filing paperwork stating the reason you need a safe house, this was the best—“

“Sheers!” the booming voice of one Tony Stark reverberates across 360 degrees of windows. “I thought it might be you.”

“Might be me for what?” you ask as innocently as possible.

“As Capsicles’ first, of course.”

Steve hangs his head while his pal claps him on the back.

“First use of his guest pass that is. Granted, I’ve been saying for years we need an in-house tailor, but no takers…” Stark fake-punches Steve’s shoulder. “Way to break the ice, buddy. I’m proud of you. What happened? You noticed you’re both workaholics and needed your girl…closer to get closer, did you? Good call.”

Steve shoots wary eyes your way, silently praying you ignore that remark or maybe checking you’re okay with the implication. The way Stark says ‘your girl’ as if he’s heard it several times before though…

“Something like that,” you shrug. 

“At least he finally asked you. I kept telling him to shit or get off the pot.”

“Language,” you hiss quietly.

The men look a little shocked for a split second before slowly turning to each other, a silent conversation passed in the empty space over your head. Whatever just happened seems to have really convinced Tony because a wry smile flickers beneath his sinking, pale sunglasses. Yes, of course, Tony Stark is wearing sunglasses at night, just as, of course, Captain America is willingly deceiving Stark to be your fake boyfriend. 

“Romeo,” the building’s namesake coos. “Training them young, I see.”

Steve’s jaw and neck tighten, a raging flush creeping up his pale skin, but he doesn’t argue. Stark buys the ploy, which is great, but in reality, Steve doesn’t even have your personal number.

Tony lifts his hands in surrender and starts retreating to the door. “Look, I hate to take credit—“

“No, you don’t.”

Incredulous, sagging eyebrows dip below his frames. “—but I am very, very good.” He points a finger back and forth between you and Steve. “You’re welcome.”

He tries to peek under a pile of sketches atop your work tote, and you rush to slap your hand down. Stark might see the other designs you’re working on, and just like he can’t know about Fisk, he can’t know about those.

“Fine.” Tony puts his hands up again. “I’m going.”

Steve steps to your side, apology loud in his eyes, and asks if he can make you tea or something stronger, ya know, because Tony has that effect on people.

“Yeah—“ you stare off toward the elevators where Stark remains lurking “—he’s still there,” you whisper.

Steve huffs a laugh and shifts to bridge the mere inches left between you, his hand gently landing on your upper arm and planting a kiss on your forehead like a breeze.

“Better make it look good then.”

Turns out you need tea and food.

You’d been so reliant on your assistants for nourishment that you forgot dinner. Steve sees; he has it covered. Instead of winding down after a trying day, however, you get a rush of energy, and you can’t squander the chance to make crucial adjustments. Every minute counts in the lead-up to Fashion Week.

“May I join you?” Steve asks, ready to walk away with his meal in hand should you prefer. “I won’t take up much space.” He looks down at his shoes and up the two inches above his head to the top of the doorframe. “Ok, much more space,” he corrects.

“You wanted to leave me alone?”

He bites back a smile and shakes his head, settling into the least cluttered corner.

He chats excitedly as you both eat, but after failing to pry some answers about Fisk from you,—‘are you often threatened by clients?’ and ‘can you steer him in another designer’s direction?’—Steve slips away to grab his own art supplies.

You’ve barely looked up until you get a surge of inspiration and search for your colored pencils under the pile of templates. How did they get all the way over there? Since when are red and grey so worn down? Weren’t you needing to replace both blues soon?

“Those in your way? I can move them?”

Steve stops sketching, holding a yellow pencil, the only color missing from the tin. That’s when you realize. He uses the same brand of pencils you do—tools made of quality materials but nothing overly fancy.

“No need,” you marvel. “I just mistook them for my own.”

Steve sweeps a large hand out in offering. “Mistake away.”

You can’t help it. You chew your lip to calm your grin. He’s simply a very giving man who enjoys simple things. It’s refreshing.

“Or we could trade? We seem to use the opposite colors the most.”

“Right,” Steve laughs, “I went on a tear trying for Sam’s suit in-flight. Never turned out.” Shaking his head dislodges a lock of hair, so he runs his fingers through the strategic coif.

“Hmm,” you hum absently, engrossed by his picturesque appearance, “my drawings are more like guidelines for my imagination. No need to be precise.”

“A sentiment I’ve heard many times before.” He slides the tin closer to the midway point between you. “I just want to do beauty justice, which sounds pretentious but…

“Point is—“ Steve lifts his gaze to you with a soft shrug “—use whatever you like.”

You thought your work habits were grueling, but poor Steve flits around at all hours of the day and night with workouts, training, meetings, and missions. He mostly gets to do drive-by waves of ‘hello’ as he travels the building past your glass bubble, always with a smile, always with a tinge of something else. He’s an easy man to read: you can tell when he’s fatigued (in spirit though, not body), you can tell when he’s irritated from stress, and you can tell when he wants to linger but has to go.

It’s incredibly cute. Steve Rogers is just so damn cute.

You continue with business as usual as best you can, video calling during consults and the most critical fittings. Clients aren’t exactly happy with your absence, but they don’t dare complain when the alternative is waiting another month for you to schedule in person. Besides, there are oftentimes you step away from routine appointments to focus on creating new lines.

Dominica is allowed to walk right in with any of your requested supplies since she’s delivered to Stark several times before. She stays for a few hours to touch base. She assures you that Tarik is no longer unnerved by the police car that sits at the curb outside the atélier’s front door. Apparently, Abby takes the cops coffee a couple times a day.

All in all, it’s going well.

One day, you think Steve is showing up for one of your ‘sketch sessions’—where he sits in his own chair somewhere around the huge oval table and quietly works alongside you—but not today.

“They…it’s…” Steve plants his feet on the carpet across from you and looks behind him nervously. Anytime other people are near the room, he walks right over to you to kiss your cheek, a show to keep up the appearance of actually being a couple, but it’s late enough that no one is around. “We do movie night—we’re doing movie ni—we’re watching a movie if you’d like to join?”

You’re tempted to tease him, ask ‘where’s my kiss’ or something that makes that fiery blush creep up Steve’s face, but you grin back. “Sure. I could use the break.”

Honestly, no, you should be hammering out some details for the lapels of this blazer, but ehh, you’re also tired of staring at the same damn jacket.

Of course, this means the lot of them save you and Steve seats beside each other on a couch. You two have only ever sat in chairs in front of or separated by a table, so figuring out how to curl up next to the man you are not dating is an adventure in micro-expressions. You share a look that lasts about two seconds but contains a forty-five-minute discussion of how far is okay to take this and agree that you want to keep up the charade.

Thus, Steve lifts his arm to drape across your shoulders, and you lean into his chest.

It’s a good fit, good enough that you wake up two hours later not knowing what the movie was about and starting to sweat from being so close to his very warm body.

Maybe it’s the eye convo or maybe napping directly on him tells Steve how comfortable you are with him, but either way, he changes to giving a kiss on the cheek or forehead every instance he sees you, no exceptions.

After a week of remaining on the same floor of the same skyscraper and doing nothing but working, sleeping, and movie-sleeping, you’re at your wit’s end, longingly staring out the window at the city below.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asks as he enters the conference room. Forehead kiss this time. His lips feel soft and warm as they ghost over your skin.

“Stuck,” you mutter.

His hand smooths across your back. “Well, how do you normally get unstuck?”

“I go for a walk through the park.” You know you can’t go outside, but it’s difficult to wrangle every bit of bitterness at your captivity. You appreciate all Steve is doing to make it so Fisk can’t get to you, but you need fresh air.

Steve sighs like he’s mad at himself before spinning around the room. “Right.” He grabs your hand. “Come with me.”

In the elevator, Steve explains that in keeping with the eco-friendly intent of the new clean energy tower, Tony made half of the rooftop a greenhouse and the other half a garden. The walking paths are all moss-covered, but there are no benches. Just outside the elevator doors are folding chairs, and Steve grabs two.

On separate chairs with no table in sight, you two watch the sunset on the other side of the building from your work room. You take in a big breath of the chilly air and shiver, completely content to experience freedom away from climate control, but Steve rushes back into the greenhouse to retrieve a blanket from the stack beside the chairs.

“Here ya go,” he stumbles, leaning to tuck the fabric around you. “I should have brought us tea or something,” but when he makes to leave this time, you take his hand.

“You’ll miss it.” He’s probably seen the view from here a million times before, but you don’t want him to go. “Stay,” you say in a whisper.

Steve visibly softens, shoulders dropping, eyes alight. “Yeah?” He sits again and looks at the nearly cloudless sky. “Yeah.” He slouches to get comfy in the small and unsupportive chair, but he looks so at home bathed in the warm pink light. “Each time’s a bit different but—“ he turns to you, smiling “—this one’s better.”

Since the sunset sit-down, Steve makes a point to pry you away from the work area when he has time to hang out with you. The couch isn’t actually far away from the conference room, but it does mean you get to sit together, your feet in his lap while he reads a book, listening to his commentary on the author’s points or sketching aimlessly for fun.

The whole thing feels like a bizarre vacation, some alternate reality where your home life intersects with superheroes. Tony Stark may have been a sometimes-client, but he never let you attempt anything more custom than a three-piece suit. 

You’re not complaining; it’s just weird that Captain America is so average when his uniform comes off. He sinks his face into his palm when he’s sleepy. His yawn is outrageously adorable for how big the man is. He absently holds your ankles steady in his lap when he shifts on the cushions. His eyelids droop, and he repeats paragraphs when he can no longer keep his place on the page.

Steve Rogers could not be more normal, and for this reason, you find him extraordinary.

He gets dressed every morning while you’re there, no sweatpants, no workout wear—or, what did Sam call it? Athleisure? That’s not a word, right?—except for when Steve is actively working out. He thinks it’s too on-the-nose to wear your designs in front of you for days on end, but that limits his options significantly, considering how much of his wardrobe sports a Tovarich label. Good jeans and a black sweater will have to do because today he’s playing model.

It seems the mannequin Dominica hauled in for you isn’t close to the right proportions for your client so Steve volunteered, rewarded immediately with a gorgeous, toothy smile that made his heart thump against his ribcage.

Steve’s chatty but can’t help it.

There was one conversation a few days ago that unlocked so many memories he thought he’d lost.

While he peeked at a few of your sketches, you asked him about clothing in the 40s, and he took your notepad to doodle a bit. Steve drew a common dress from memory to show you girls he grew up with, the pleats and cinches in their exact spots because—now that he has your full and rapt attention—he thinks it’s important.

He’s had to recall maps, battle maneuvers, building layouts, and evil plans more times than he can count; no one’s ever asked him how his mother styled her hair or which shoes she wore to work at the hospital.

They’re just shoes, but Steve sat misty-eyed describing how Ma tied her laces a very specific way, the way she taught him to, the way he still ties them to this very day. He hadn’t thought of why in so long, and ever since, little details keep flooding back.

“Buck used to never tuck in his shirts,” Steve laughs as you nudge his arms higher to check his range of motion in the shoulders. “He’d fix the front half and leave a tail out in the back.”

You chuckle at that. “Unacceptable for proper ol’ Stevie,” you muse.

“No, it was not—“ he drops his head in shame “—and I’d remind him every time.” Steve spins, prompted by the pull of your hands at his waist. His face is on fire, but he promised to help you. He just has to ���suffer’ through your touch, he supposes.

How horrible…

“Sharp dresser, were you? Not a hair out of place?”

“Yes, ma’am, or…at least for my size I was.”

You’re deep in thought, pulling the bottom hem to check how it lays at his hips, checking the lining before buttoning him up. “These might be too flashy,” you mumble. “Gosh, I hope he likes this color.”

“Why not? It’s stunning,” Steve jumps too eagerly at the chance to praise the barely purple fabric. It’s that kind of illusion hue that might look black, navy, or its true shade in different lights.

“And the buttons?” you prod.

He tilts one of the stamped, dark nickel rounds to see the embellishment. “I’d consider that a signature touch of the Tovarich brand,” he beams.

Your elation is contagious until an ear-splitting alarm sounds overhead. You’re so startled you spring backward into a rolling chair and topple to the floor.

Steve scrambles to help you right yourself while the wailing screech continues, but he knows that noise.

Emergency.

He has to go.

You’re holding your elbow, flashing him a thumbs up, and Steve feels terrible yelling to ensure you’re okay.

Agents race past the glass walls, and he really has to run so off he goes, jacket still on.

An incredibly long seventeen hours later, Steve is returning to his room only to notice you’ve fallen asleep at the conference table. He’s pleased there is no bandage on your elbow, so the fall was no worse than bruising, but he refuses to leave you there.

Slowly peeling your face and hands from your drafting paper, Steve wrestles your flopping arms and limp legs into a solid hold to carry you to your own room.

You don’t wake up, not fully, only enough to grip the shoulder strap of his shield harness as he gently lowers you onto the unmade bed. Luckily, your MO is to kick off your shoes when concentrating on work, so once you release the leather attached to him, he pulls the covers over you.

He kisses your temple. “Night, Button,” he whispers like a secret, and for now, it is.

You simply sigh and turn deeper into the pillow.

Steve purposefully finds you at breakfast to ask if you’d want to get lunch with him. Yes, it would just be in the cafeteria on the lower levels, and yes, you two have already shared many meals, but in his mind, this is the actual ask, the question of ‘will you go out with me’ instead of just ‘are you hungry at this reasonable time and may I be hungry in your vicinity.’

It’s stupid, he knows. He’s anxious for your answer anyway.

Steve has a very love/hate relationship with having you essentially trapped in the Tower. On the one hand, you’re starved for interaction and the choice of your surroundings. On the other hand, he gets you all to himself. He’s ashamed of how much he enjoys that perk. Somewhere deep inside, he hopes whatever Fisk is after is never resolved, but that’s wishful—and terribly selfish—thinking.

Just in case going on a deliberate date with him isn’t offer enough, Steve can return your client’s jacket. He hung it in his locker when changing into the tactical suit. It’s safe, but he’ll get it after his debrief. That’s a good excuse. That’ll work.

You’re happy and excited, only making him more nervous, but it’s progress. He’s done ‘round noon after the long meeting scheduled to start in, yikes, fifteen minutes, and you quickly agree. Steve floats on cloud nine, bouncing his foot until dismissed so he can rush back up to you.

He isn’t expecting to see Tony in your bubble.

“You don’t know me, Stark. How dare you!” Your face twists in fury. “Screw this,” you shout, frantic in grabbing your essentials from the table. “I don’t answer to you. I don't need this. Someone else will get my things.”

Steve doesn’t understand why you won’t meet his eye or speak to him as you barrel past. He’s too stunned to follow you to the elevator, it feels imposing to race down and corner you in the lobby, but he marches up to Tony with wide eyes.

“What the hell happened?”

Tony waves him off, cagy and dismissive, rushing off upstairs to his lab, and Steve almost asks if this is about Fisk. If it’s not and he blabs, then you’ll definitely be angry at him. If he grills Tony too much, there might be something that gives away that Steve lied about having a significant other as his guest for two weeks. If Steve admits that he doesn’t even have your number, the jig is 100% up.

But he knows you have his number, he knows he still has a jacket you’ll want back, and he knows one thing he’s incredibly good at.

So Steve waits, ready to apologize, ready to grovel, ready to yell at Tony for whatever. He is just ready and waiting.

@supraveng @1950schick @patzammit @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @bucky-fricking-barnes-reads @fallinallinmendes @deandreamernp @shelbygeek @rogersideup @eyebagsanonymous @darsynia

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[mindninjax]

Manifesting more Baji dreams as I go to sleep tonight.

Amen.

[yyoati-cas]

The 3x01 recap is SO funny. Like 50% of it is scenes where Dean kissed or was in bed with a woman

[yourhangrydoctor]

Zenitsu's harem (Part 1)

This includes the hashiras, Kagaya, The uppermoons + Muzan, and the kamaboko squad.

---Zenitsu's POV---

(Inozen)

I wake up with pain all over my body but I slowly sit up, "W-where am i?", He looks at his hands and everything flashes before his eyes. 'Oh! Yeah that pretty butterfly lady saved me, but she's not as pretty as nezuko-chan'. The door slams open which startles zenitsu. But when he finds out who slammed the door open he frowned, "BAHAHHAHAH! HELLO UNDERLING, I see you're finally awake!", "YOU STUPID BOAR HEAD! YOU CAN'T JUST BARGE IN A ROOM LIKE THAT!!", "And why not!", " What do you mean 'why not'! You almost gave me a heart attack!?" A tick forms on my head. The boar huffs and rolls his eyes. I sigh and look at my hands which are small. 'How the heck am I supposed to survive with these!?'. The boar taps him and zenitsu looks up and waits for him to talk, "Well underling the only reason why i came here is because i heard someone discuss 'hugs' and i want to know what 'hugs' means! Is 'hugs' a person you can fight if so then i will test if they are worthy!", I stare blankly at the boar head, 'He just gets stupider and stupider as time goes by', I inhale and explain what it means, "Zo That'z What it Meanz!?", "Speak properly!", I say. He whispers something but zenitsu picks up what he said, 'Then can i hug you....' . My eyes widen and my mouth gaps open only to turn into a laugh while wiping my tears, "H-HEY WHAT'S SO FUNNY!?" Inosuke's face flushes with red and that makes zenitsu laugh harder until he stops and looks at inosuke, "You know that you could've just told me right?", Inosuke goes redder and starts stuttering and it makes zenitsu sigh, "Here". I open my arms wide for a hug. Inosuke looks bewildered at the action but it rubs off of him and hugs zenitsu and falls asleep on his shoulder.

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---Zenitsu's POV---

(Tanzen)

After yesterday morning, I walked over to the garden and sat down on the grass and listened to the wind blowing softly and smiled. As i was listening i heard footsteps and turned my head to see a boy as bright as the sun sit down next to me, "Hello, zenitsu", He smiled, "Hello", I say back with a smile and turn my head back towards the sunset. I listen to tanjiro's heart beat and notice a change. 'His heart is thumping like crazy.' , 'Wait! His heart beat is just like inosuke's when he hugged me....' , 'Doesn't that mean...No, no,no, no let's not over think'. I gulped quietly and didn't look at tanjiro but my eyes somehow caught him staring at me. Tanjiro didn't notice i saw him looking at me. 'Be brave, be brave, be brave, be brave', I say repeatedly in my mind, "How was your day". I managed to cough out some words without stuttering. Tanjiro got a little startled but calmed down and answered my question, "It was good. Yours?", "It was normal." I closed my eyes and listened more closely to Tanjiro's heart beat. I noticed something broken and sad that was still remaining in his heart, 'His family', I frowned and my eyebrows furled, "Tanjiro", "Yes?", "Lay your head right here", I say patting my lap, "W-what" He blushes with pink all over his face. I kept silent and Tanjiro sighed in defeat and laid his head on my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair and hummed a song I used to sing when I felt sad. Tanjiro was quite puzzled but he was so focusd on zenitsu's voice that he didn't notice he was crying and gripped on zenitsu's pants and let out quiet cry's while digging his face into zenitsu's thighs. He fell asleep and zenitsu smiled and kept running his hands through his hair, "Sweet dreams".

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T.B.C

[letsshineyounseo]

Ateez Reaction: Surprise you on your birthday

This is my first time writing this so yeah..... Hope you like it (and if it has any mistakes I tried my best and English isn't my first language (that was a disclaimer xoxo)) And this is an Ateez x reader, but reader can be a boy or a girl.

....and....i edited this picture so randomly so don't judge me....

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong decided to wait for you at your usual spot.

When you came he was all shy and nervous because he was hiding something behind his back.

You: what`s that?

You said while laughing.

Hongjoong: n-nothing...

He thought it was time and so under the moonlight he gave you an envelope.

Hongjoong: for you. *smile* Happy birthday.

You: thank you!

*huggs*

You: but you didn't need to do anything special.

Hongjoong: hh... its you. Officers I had to.

He wrote you along a beautiful love letter that you cherish from now so much.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa planned a whole day just for you.

He took you for a while, nice breakfast place. It was all pastel and cut and he took lots of pictures of you, and of you together for memories. Since it was a nice day you went to an animal sanctuary. You plaid whit the animals while you were helping. Since it was your birthday they let you name a squirrel (you may think that is boring but I would love that).

~Me:I`ll name him Spidi.~

continuing whit your store…:

There you had a picnic and you were very impressed whit his lasagna. When the night came you were walking under the stars holding hands.

Seonghwa:i love you.

Of course you didn't expect him to say it all of a sudden. But you two were happy. And you sold it to each other before. But now. Now it felt different. You: Seonghwa. Thank you for planing this whole day and making me happy the whole time. I love you so much. He just kissed you when you finished talking.

Yunho:

Yunho and you had a little pool date.

Now. If you think bout my birth is mid winter!` don't worry.

In-door pols exist. And Yunho was nice enough to reserve the whole pool for you because of your birthday. You two were having so much fun. Splashing each other with water and seeing who swims faster (if you don't know how to swim you had something to help you). While you were drying you hear he sneak-up behind you and gave you a big box.

Yunho: for you.

You: why?! You already reserved this! That was expensive enough...

Yunho: pff no. I saw this and had to buy it.

He bought you a teddy bear that was holding a hat that said: Your sweet buy cake is a sweeter.

Yeosang:

Yeosang and you were going to a planetarium. Yup.

That was great. (He didn't have the money to buy you a star or something) but he bought you a diner before going there! You had your favorite meal and after you went to the planetarium.

Yeosang and you learned a lot while there. And at one moment you tried to take a pitcher of a nice constellation, but your phone sends light by accident and nobody could see anything cause of it and everybody was looking at you.... (*_* no that did NOT happen to me!)

continuing whit your store…:

You bought started laughing so much. He was making jokes and then you (that did not happen to me, I was with my parents...) that the security might had had to ask you to leave.

while you were standing in front of the planetarium place, he turned your back facing him.

You: what you do?

Yeosang: wait.

He put on a necklace on you that was your birthday present from him.

Yeosang: it says for my love.

You fainted after that and so your expression sad I'm dead.

San:

You: where are we going?

San: HER!

You:....

San: WE ARE GOING TO RACE!

If you didn't get it you were at a racing Allie. Nice.

You: so we just pick a car?

San: yup!

You were thinking which car you should choose and you pick the one hat was in your favorite color (not a good reason to pick a car but these aren't for the street so you were good)

While you were walking to it you saw something in it.

You: what is this?

San: hmm?

You: is this a cake?!

He smiled and nodded.

San: now that is a half melted cake if you were wondering.

You hugged him and he ushered in you ear

San: happy birthday.

You: thank you.

San: NOW WE CAN EAT IT AND THEN RACE!

You: am.... that's a bad order...

San: WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mingi  ft. creepy bunny:

Mingi: I'm on my way.

You: your gonna be late.

You said a word on the phone.

Mingi: ill make it don't worry. Just tell the driver 2 more minuets.

You: I told him that 2 minutes ago!

Write when you were panicking in front of a bus that was going take you to your birthday location, Mingi tempt your shoulder.

You: what the +++++?!!!

Mingi: look we made it.

He said, holding a little puppy.

You: who is he?!

Mingi: his name is Spidi (ho ho) and he's your birthday present.

He gave you the puppy and you melted the end.

Ha-ha... no.

You: Mingi dogs and aloud on the bus...

Mingi: WHAT?! Guess we're not going to one's party little guy...

He said sadly while petting the puppy.

You: don't worry! We're all not going. As a little family. Right Spidi?

Driver: so I waited for nothing?!!!

You: maybe 3...

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung and you were at the fanciest restaurant just cos you deserved it.

You two were sitting next to the aquarium a wire having a fantastic time.

Your table was the loudest. And no. You didn't mind it. Bought of you were having so much fun. Plus somebody is bound to be the loudest table so might as well be yours.

Wooyoung: ahhahaha! No! You're more likely to do that!

You: ahahah! No! Look at what I'm wearing! I'm not getting this close dirty jumping over the fence!

Maybe the waiters were concerned why you were talking about robbing a bank but it's all good.

Wooyoung: wear. For your birthday.

A small white box was now on the table.

You: what's this?

When you opened it it was a ring.

Wooyoung:now we're getting married.

You: ______

Wooyoung: BAHAHHAHAH! You should see yourself! I'm kidding you crazy.

You: you scared me!

Wooyoung: it's a promise ring.

You: ______*blush*

Now he was dead serious.

Jongho:

You:... so he forgot...

You sit quietly to yourself.

Jongho: what movie should we watch?

He was looking through movies while you were putting the pillows on the floor. He told you he wanted to watch a movie whit you so you said yes officers. But you thought that he will at least tell you happy birthday.... but no.

Jongho: fount one!

It's not like you didn't care you were just a little sad and wanted to yell and kill him. But you two were fine!

Jongho: lets sit down.

You: Sure...

You sat next to each other and the movie started. You were in school. All you saw was you all over the screen.

He made you a little home-made movie featuring you, him, and you life and friends.

You turned to face him and saw a little grin on his face.

Jongho: you like it?

You: I thought you forgot!

*you started hitting him while crying*

Jongho: ahaha of course not! How could I forget? I love you stupid. You don't forget that so easily.

... ooo

And he also bought cake, but you were too whiny and sad to notice he put in the freezer.

[https-qing]

11 July

A quick update before work keels me with a 9 day rush job for virtual event 😕😭

Went to eat obba jjm because so many ppl around us said it was good and we both haven't eaten jjm before. We thought we were early by reaching around 6.30?? but the queue waiting list was maddd like the server told us about 1h+ waiting time.

We waited at maxwell food center and got some gyozas first while ML-ing. The gyoza was so nice we ended up getting another 6 more pieces and we were sitting right in front of the gyoza stall HAHAHAHHA awkz 🙈

Took some pics too while it's still bright kekeke can't decide which he look better so just post all LOL

Walao anyways we waited till 8pm then got a seat. Ordered jjm and kimchi stew - I forgot to take a pic when the food arrived and only rmbed while eating halfway oops

Anyways I think jjm is mehhhhh will not crave 😂 kbbq or steamboat better bahahhahah

Good date out 💜