#IDK MAN im bored and i love the prompts

[awakened-void-deity]

Fuckinf uhhhh...SKYTOBER

[lolotr]

heartstopper prompts?

for the first time in ages, I feel like possibly writing something, so send along a prompt if you have something you want to see but don't want to write it yourself! comics, show, AU, whichever characters

my resume/shameless self promo: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44469580

[mrpenguinpants]

i’m so obsessed with ur fake dating hcs, i love them so much

i need a full-fledged 100k slow burn strangers to friends to lovers fic for that alhaitham one 😭😭

You wanna know what my favorite dynamic is? A beautiful Person A who doesn't care for love gets into a fake relationship with trashy Person B who isn't emotionally attracted to them but uses their good looks to commit tax evasion. Then over the course of 100k words, they fall in love. My very specific ship dynamic.

But thank you so much! I have a few "fake dating" hcs in the works so I hope you like them when I eventually post them. You see, this is the part where I got so confused over a part 2. Because originally I was going to make a continuation of the alhaitham, ayato, and kazuha fic. But I think I didn't phrase it correctly because people assumed I would make a part 2 with the same prompt, but using different characters.

I mean, I'm down to do both. I probably will do both, but I'm not sure which one people would like to read first.

[byhuenii]

⊱☆⊰ COFFEE STAINED SHIRT

prompt— couples truth or drink with bf gojo satoru. (WC: idk) pairing— gojo satoru x fem!reader warnings— MINORS DNI! not proofread, fluff, maybe ooc gojo, typos, suggestive, maybe more im missing. a/n— these videos get me through boring days lol, i love these and yeah MINORS DNI. gojo’s questions are in blue and yours are in purple

“ are we already recording orr… ” satoru’s blue eyes squint at the camera crew who put up their thumbs as a yes now start the video.

YN : “ hi. my name is yn ln! ”

GOJO : “ and im satoru gojo, and this is truth or drink couples edition! ”

“ how long have you two been together and how did you meet up? ”

a sly smirk rolled onto satoru’s lips causing you to groan outloud. “ well if you insist~ she actually spilled coffee on my white shirt that i gifted myself for my own birthday! and 2 1/2 years ”

“ it didnt even look expensive ”, she mumbled under her breath, a few staff giggled

GOJO : “ what? ”

YN : “ nothing anyways.ill go first! ”

a small chuckle escaped her lips, “ oh wow starting off stong. okay what is your favorite part of my body ” her eyes deadpanned to the camera “ i already know what he is gonna say, and its gonna be my ass and boobs .”

GOJO : “ wrong its your heart, i love the way it beats and brings me comfort ”

the silence was evident, gojo tried not to laugh causing little hee hee tee hee slip out. you stared at the camera blank expression.

GOJO : “ it is your boobs and ass though. ” a wide smile plastered on his face

“ have you liked any of my friends? ” satoru happily placed the card down staring beams against you, you hesitated at bit your hand rested against the cup, “ see! she only had eyes on me—“

you took a shot eyes squinting at the bitter and hot aftertaste lingering on your tongue

GOJO : “ WHAT ?? ” “ WHO?? WHAT ??? ”

YN : “ nope i took a shot im not saying shit! ”

GOJO : “ …do any of them know..? ”

YN : “ well i wanna say both of them. ”

GOJO : “ BOTH? AS IN TWO?? ”

you cleared your throat “ anyways, what were your first impressions of me ”

GOJO : “ i thought you were really cute especially when you apologized after spilling the coffee on my shirt.. ”

YN : “ is that it? ” you smiled at how sweet he thought of you

GOJO : “ …and that i wanted to fuc— “

YN : “ OKAY OKAY FUCK. NEVERMIND I ASKED. JUST GO. ” your face turned red flipping off satoru who blew you a kiss

“ what is the one thing you wouldnt change about me? ” satoru rested his head in his hand kicking his feet from under the chair

YN : “ your beautiful big blue eyes. ”

GOJO : “ i was expecting you to say like my big dick or something but awww ”

you kicked his foot under the table “ yeah i guess i love that too. ”

GOJO : “ no no you do love it, you tell me all the time ”

“ okay shut up satoru. how many people did you have sex with while we were talking? ”

GOJO : “ zero, after you spilled that coffee on my shirt i only wanted you. ”

“ whats the meanest thing you said about me to your friends? ” gojo smiled, “ it cant be that bad ”

you sighed taking a shot, debating if you should pour yourself another shot.

GOJO : “ okay im hurt ” he exclaimed dramatically,

YN : “ you may of not had sex with other girls when we were talking but you flirted with them toru. ”

GOJO : “ ..hey i said i was sorry! ” his pout was evident

“ if you could change one thing about me what would it be? ”

GOJO : “ nothing. ”

YN : “ all quick.. ”

“ me or peeta mellark? ”

YN : “ both? ”

GOJO : “ no pick thats not fair! “

YN : “ okay well you obviously! i love my boyfriend more than some fictional man.. ” you looked over at the camera ans whispered peeta mellark,

GOJO : “ HEY I SAW THAT NO NO— “

“ have you ever faked an orgasm? ”

YN : “ no. ”

GOJO : “ im just that good ladies never settle for anything lower! ” he winked at the camera

“ have you ever thought of breaking up with me or taking a break? ”

GOJO : “ honestly once i did, but that was just because my job is so demanding i didnt want you to constantly be alone waiting for me ”

“ would you of dated me STILL if i had a child with another women? ”

YN : “ oh hell yeah i would, kid no kid it dont matter to me ”

“ what is my biggest flaw? ”

YN : “ you are very cocky and some times act like nobody can touch you or you think youre alone basically. ”

GOJO : “ well..damn ”

YN : “ its okay i still love you ”

“ have you every considered having an open relationship? ”

GOJO : “ i have thought about it BUT i don’t like the idea of open relationships. whats the point of being im a relationship if you are going to date another person? it doesn’t make me feel right either.. ”

YN : “ okay good cause i would’ve killed you if you said yes. ”

“ whats the nicest thing you’ve said about me to your friends? ”

GOJO : ww had meanest so obviously we need the nicest now spill.

YN : okay well, this was when we were in our talking stage. i already knew he liked me but i was trying to figure out my feelings and he waited for me and was so supportive. i think i cried and ranted to my friends about him the next day—

GOJO : i mean nobody should pressure nobody into a relationship

YN : see ladies NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS KEEP THOSE EXPECTATIONS HIGH.

GOJO : in the wise words of taylor swift “in a world of boys hes a gentleman!”,

YN : since when did you know tswift…

GOJO : …

“ if i was a leech would you still love me? ”

GOJO : “ aww yes, id put a cute little bow on you! ”

YN : “ really? id love a glitter bow— “

GOJO : “ i would keep you on my arm ans let you suck the shit out of me— “

YN : “ okay bye this video is over. MAKE SURE LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE— ”

GOJO : “ WHAT ALREADY? I WAS JOKING WAIT PLEASE, ”

A/N: :3 gojo :3

[deadghosy]

If I was in Hazbin hotel:

Author insert x Hazbin Hotel

Prompt: an author is bored as they decided to jump into their favorite fandom at this very moment.

Honestly I’m bored asf rn lmao.

Will, the blogger in tumblr known as Deadghosy was bored in his room as he listens to jay aka kub scoutz 😍 playing lil guardsman. Being even more bored they opened their palm as a digital portal opens-

OKAY STOP…at first I was gonna do that story ass shit but let me be real. I died by not getting enough sleep and I popped into hell for not liking those Jesus posts😭

I’d honestly be in the sloth ring for being lazy asf and being tired most of the time. But also be in the gluttony ring as well. A BIG BITCH GOTTA EATTTT😭

But I would probably still be able to go into the pride ring because of my pride in not needing help from people. 😭 I hate asking for damn help irl.

I actually have very sharp canine teeth and bottom rows, I might as well be mistaken for a humanoid demon lol/j

But if did have a demon form, it’s a bear since I eat and sleep all day lmao.

Alastor wouldn’t “hate hate” me but find me annoying. I would try to get on his good side and never do deals with him obviously cause I like my soul 😍. But dead ass I’m showing him lingo of gen z ☝🏾💀 cause ain’t no way ima hear this deer man yap in a way I can’t understand. This is not no new broadcast from the old times dude. “Salutations!-” HAVIN ASS😕

Friendship level: 5/10

Sir Pentious, I’m teaching this bitch how to do the whip and nae nae 😄. I love him personally cause he so silly sometimes. I would just pop up as he works on weapons but not help him lol. I think personally our friendship would be the kind to talk to each other for a little and stop and repeat😕

Friendship level: 4.5/10

Charlie would like me because of my hyperactive personality sometimes. Like if I’m fixating on something, she would listen and probably tell her father. But mostly i wouldn’t do the trust exercises, she’ll have to drag my black ass to do them 💀

Friendship level: 6/10

Lucifer and I would be so chill dead ass. He’s probably adopt me if I’m gonna be honest cause I also have a duck toy in my room as we speak 😭LITERALLY I MIGHT AS WELL BE A MINI HIM WITH HIM HAVING HYPER FIXATIONS.

Friendship level: 10/10

Vaggie and me, idk she’s chill but short tempered. But I don’t think she would hate me but only he suspicious at first, but then just be chill with me. I would try to help her around but procrastinate lmao

Friendship level: 5.5//10

Husk would probably be chill but not have an opinion on me honestly. It will depend on me just going to talk to him or being nervous to talk to him. I hate being awkward so I would just wave or sit by his bar and chill with him as I draw.

Friendship level: it’s probably between 3/10 and 5/10

Angel and me, idk I feel like I would be a small friend of his to help. He wouldn’t trauma dump that much on me cause I’m just a kid so it would be like “oh my work is shit but my boss is even more shit.” So I would just nod acting like I don’t know what’s going on. Plus, I would probably try to make him something with the help of Lucifer

Friendship level: ima be honest…it’s probably a 4/10 cause I’m a minor and he has problems he need it overcome. He doesn’t need a minor to yap his ear off 😕

The Vee’s…😕ain’t no way ima talk to them front to front if I’m actually gonna be their friends dead ass. I would probably mostly be friends with Velvette to hook me up on outfits😍

Friendship level: -1000/10

Valentino…HAH YOU WOULD HAVE TO CATCH MY BLACK ASS ACTUALLY DEAD IF IM GONNA CHILL WITH THIS BASTARD 😂 I’m burning his whole studio down in a cool ass pyro tf2 mask. Fuck that bitch, all my homies hate Valentino 🤭

ENEMY LEVEL: 10000000/10🖕🏾

Vox, I’m begging him to try to advance my phone so I can prank call heaven and hell at the same time. I’m using so much evil ass shit🦆 like dead ass ima say “I heard your high school bully is in heaven” to an angel so they would go crazy trying to find their bully lmao. But Vox would hate my ass cause..I’m me? Idk lol

Enemy level: 8.5/10

Velvette, eh I feel like we would be mutuals but not too friendly. More like a hook up just so i can get free outfits and she can get a quick teen model and I can leave with the fit fr 😍 no money, free outfit‼️

Friendship level: 4.5/10

Adam and me..we throwin hands. Full on fist to fist. He probably would try to cheat but nahhh, you gettin kicked in the manhood bitch 😄‼️ but yeah me and him, enemies for life. He’s funny I’ll admit, but be honest having him beside you irl💀

Enemy level: he better keep one eye open.

Sera…yeah she not letting me in heaven lmao 😭 that’s all ima say LMAOO

Friendship level: -0/10

Lute will 100% percent kill me for my mouth 😭. I’d probably say GYATT to her for funnies only to get stab. But I would just be quiet and try to be on her good side lmao

Friendship level: 2/10

Emily would like me but would be the type of person to keep me in check with my mouth and vulgar language as I just chill eating all the food in heaven. She def givin me good tours.

Friendship level: a good 7.5/10

That’s all I have lmao

[alexa-fika]

Killer Timeouts ( Kidd x sibling!Reader x Killer)

A/N Im determined to do at least one from all of this list of prompts, once again send love to @me-writes-prompts for delivering this,also let me point out idk how many of these we have done but none of them have been in an pffice so far 😂. Honestly I think it’s A COOK, is it a cook, a simmer or a lukewarm?

Also 💖 Anon, I see you and your request 🫦, exited for some Vinsmoke action

Prompt: "Can you stop and pay attention to what I'm saying for once?" "Oh, I didn't see you were here."

Divider’s by @/saradika

“-And I really think we should not get down on the next island; there are a lot of marines there, so we should lay low until our….Kid!” They growled, frustrated that their brother had sat tinkering with his arm all the time they had been talking, most likely ignoring every word they had said

“Can you stop and pay attention to what im saying for once?!”

“Oh, I didn’t see you were here.”

“What the hell, Kid! I have been trying to tell you our plan for our next stop for the last fifteen minutes!”

“You talk a lot, you know that?”

“And you ignore a lot, you know that?”

“You’re boring.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear brother have my plans to keep us from being captured far too boring for you?”

“Your plans are always boring.”

“That’s because your ‘plans’ simply involve killing everyone on sight!”

“That’s why they are good plans.”

“You infuriating piece of crap! I should throw you overboard!” They growl, stomping their way only to be stopped by someone slipping their arms under their arms, wrapping them around their chest, holding them back from approaching their brother any further

“Killer, let me go; he needs a good beating!”

“I think you guys need some space.”

Killer’s voice rumbles calmly, holding Reader back from causing another fight between the siblings

“Is this what y’all do when I’m not around, fight?”

“I wouldn’t have to if that Emo-wannabe would just listen to me!”

“The hell did you say?!”

“You heard me!”

“You’re both so stubborn; both the same.” Killer sighs

“No, we’re not!” They both scream angrily, glaring at the masked man

Killer rolls his eyes

“Off we go, Reader; lets go somewhere else and take some time to calm down.”

“Ugh!”

Killer walks out of the room, dragging the reader by the back of their shirt, ignoring them as they suddenly start fighting against his grasp as Kid cackles, flipping them the bird

“C’mon,” he said, dragging them away

“Just one punch, Killer!”

"No," Killer replies calmly

"You two can't act responsibly, so I'm keeping you separated.Sit," he says, pointing to the stairs leading to the ship's wheel.

“But-

"Sit." Killer repeats, cutting off their protests

“You’re in time out for the next hour.”

“An hour?! An I just sitting here for an ho- wait, the hell you mean timeout?!”

"Yes, you two are acting like children, so I'm treating you like children." Killer replies

“Come on!”

"Sit, or im making you stay in the ship for the next island," Killer repeats, pointing towards the stairs

“But im the strategist!”

“Okay, then you’re on guard duty on our next stop then, you’ll be in cleaning duty while you stay on the ship.”

“You can’t assign me those roles!”

“Want to try me?”

“No..” they mutter, pouting, knowing the masked man would find a way to get their stubborn ass to do those tasks; he had been dealing with the siblings' antics for years, so he had become an expert in handling them, and their little bouts

“Then sit down,” Killer replies, knowing he holds the upper.

Their pout deepens as they plant themselves on the ground

“Can I at least get my notebook and planning sheets?” they whine, only to turn into a groan as the blond man quickly chucks the items, chuckling as Reader simply glares at him

Yall I think Grammarly change one pf the readers to The reader so if you see it let me know, I couldn’t see it when I was editing so maybe it’s not there but hey if you see it

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[honeylations]

- Let Me Be Your Edward Cullen -

HUH YUNJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: Being a total book nerd, you wanted to spend your entire day off finishing the entire Twilight novel series but it results in a sulky/jealous Huh Yunjin who tries her best in gaining your undivided attention…Even if it meant becoming your Walmart Edward Cullen.

Warning(s): swearing, jealous/sulkyYunjin, bookwormReader, comedy, puppyvibesYunjin

A/N: Idk how this suddenly came into my mind one day but I couldn’t stop giggling to myself at how cute this is😭

Manifesting YUNJIN CULLEN!!

———

It felt like ages since you and the girls finally had a day off without constant interviews and photo shoots so you decided to cozy up in your shared room with Yunjin and read your Twilight sequels.

The day you and Yunjin met was your first dance practice. You somehow arrived at the studio early so you sat down by the mirror and buried your face in your thick novel, trying to pass time until your members arrived. Yunjin was the first to walk in, absolutely mesmerised how angelic you looked with your metal frame glasses, long hair and bare face. Long story short, she fell in love with you and confessed her feelings a day after you debuted and you were happy to say you felt the same.

Since then, she knew your love for books. Romance ones especially.

She even gifted you a whole bag of romance novels for your birthday and you managed to read every single one within a few weeks. And you were down to do the same to the Twilight sequel Eunchae bought you recently when her and Kazuha stopped by a book store during their snack errands.

Here you were on your bed, legs warm under your quilt and the book resting in your hands, already half way through the story. Yunjin walked in wearing her own glasses which you twinned with after she begged at how cute it would look. She bent over to kiss your lips before sitting next to you.

“Hey baby” she greeted softly.

“Hi” You responded quickly before resuming your reading.

Yunjin’s brows furrowed as you didn’t use your usual nicknames for her but she shrugged it off. “Whatcha reading, pretty girl?”

“Twilight!!”

“Oh is that the Vampire thingy?” Yunjin asked while peeking over your shoulder as if she was actually interested in reading such a boring novel.

“Yep!”

“Oh I’ve watched the movie. It’s kinda cringe, don’t you think?”

“It’s romance! And plus, vampires are so hot” You commented, eyes never leaving the page.

Yunjin pouted cutely. She never thought she’d get jealous over a vampire. She pinched your cheek. “Can I have more kisses? It’s our day off, you know”

“After I finish this novel, babe. You’ll get all the kisses you want”

“But that’s gonna take forever! Look how thick that book is!” She threw a tantrum next to you.

“If you somehow magically became Edward Cullen, then my attention is all yours” You chuckled, flipping to the next page.

Yunjin sat up quickly and squinted, an idea forming into her mind. “Ok then. I’m gonna go and…do something BYE BABE LOVE YOU!” She kissed your temple before bolting out the door.

As she exited the room, she ran to Eunchae who was snacking on sliced fruits at the dining table. “Manchae!”

“Oh hi Unnie. Want some apples?”

“No thank you. You still got that glitter you used for your poster the other night?”

“The silver one? Yeah, it’s under my bed. Why?”

“Y/n won’t give me her attention unless I’m Edward Cullen” The 01 liner frowned and crossed her arms.

“Edward Cullen from Twilight? Im pretty sure she was joking Unnie” Eunchae giggled but Yunjin was serious.

She was gonna die if she didn’t get your loving soon. “Im willing to do anything for her affection, man. I need to find my light brown contacts too, for fucks sake”

“Language, young lady” Chaewon appears, slapping the back of Yunjin’s head before taking one of Eunchae’s sliced apples and popping it into her mouth.

“What’s wrong with you this time, Huh Yunjin?” The leader asked, Sakura and Kazuha coming in and sitting down.

“You look stress, Unnie” Zuha commented.

“Hey relax guys, I’m just trying to fulfil my nerd of a girlfriend’s dreams, okay? If she wants Edward Cullen, then I’ll be her Edward Cullen”

The other members giggled before cheering her on. “You go Huh Yunjin! We’ll help you out” Sakura smiled, making Yunjin’s eyes go wide.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! It worries me when Y/n spends the entire day reading a book. She needs to go outside sometimes” Chaewon said, a hand on her hip.

“What’s your plan?” Eunchae asked Yunjin who took a deep breath in.

“Well for starters, I’ll do my makeup and have my light brown contacts in. Then I’ll just cover my body in glitter and recreate that scene where Edward let’s the sun shine on his tiddies and shows it to Bella”

“I don’t think that’s how the scene went but I get the drift. Let’s go to the bathroom!” Kazuha laughed, the 5 girls running upstairs, ensuring you didn’t hear their plan.

An hour and a half later…

The other girls decided to go out and eat ramen after helping Yunjin who gulped and peeked through the door, seeing you still in the same reading position.

“Babe” Yunjin whispered.

You hummed in response, not bothering to look up.

“Remember how you said you’d give me attention if I became Edward Cullen?”

You hummed again.

“Well. Here you go” Yunjin sighed and walked in, standing in front of the window where the sun shone through brightly.

Hearing those words, you finally looked up and your eyes widened as Yunjin started unbuttoning her long sleeve, her light brown eyes looking deep into yours.

‘Oh she did not…’ you thought, trying not to laugh.

Finally popping the last button, she stripped the top off and threw it aside, exposing her shining, glittery body. Your eyes scanned from her shoulders down to her gorgeous abs that sparkled from the light. “Holy…”

“Is this good enough to get your attention yet?”

You smiled and set your book down. “Hmmm, I don’t know. Are you able to carry me on your back while running?” You asked as a joke.

But of course your girlfriend didn’t take it as a joke so she snatch you up and gave you a piggy back before running out the room and attempted to go down the stairs. Seeing where this was going, your eyes widened and you jumped off Yunjin’s back who missed a step and fell down the rest of the stairs with a loud thud.

You gasped. “OH MY GOD, YUNJIN!” You screamed as you ran downstairs and saw your topless girlfriend sitting up, rubbing her head.

“Ow”

“For god’s sakes, ‘Jin, everything I said was a joke!” You said with worry, rubbing her slightly bruised head.

“I was just jealous you were reading that book more than spending time with me. I’m sorry” She pouted.

You sighed and pressed your lips softly against her’s, running your fingers through her long hair. “No don’t be sorry. I should’ve been reading that book another time. I’ll give you all the attention now, baby”

“Was I a good Edward Cullen?”

Chuckling, you cupped her face and squished her cheeks together. “You’re way better than Edward Cullen. My gorgeous vampire”

Feeling proud, she leant in and connected your lips again before pulling away.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You asked with love in your eyes.

“Of course! As long as it’s not Twilight though..”

You laughed and gently slapped her shoulder. “You can choose whatever movie you want, my love”

Yunjin jumped happily to her feet and dragged you to the couch where you spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms.

[k4shixe]

Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

Request here ;)

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Here are a few 'make you choose' prompts for the ask game :)

lazarus rising versus lucifer rising

the bunker versus motel rooms

Which was sadder: Castiel's final death or Dean's final death

crowstiel versus drowley

the scene where dean talks to his john's grave in the djinn dream versus the scene where dean talks to mary in her mind

OUGH IM EATIN GOOD TONITE!!!

Laz Rising w/o hesitation. Sorry Sam but Laz Rising is just such a stellar ep all around. The pacing the colors the celestial horror THEE CASTIEL. Can't be beat.

Motel rooms for sure. The bunker had some interesting elements to it and it was fun to see them have a 'home base' in some ways, but mostly I just thought it was really boring 😔 also like. that's just so sad?? This is just my personal bias but if I don't look out a window at least 12 times a day I whither and die like a plant. Living in a whole ass bunker.... NO WONDER LATE SEASONS DEAN WAS SO ANGY HE HAD A VITAMIN DEFICIENCY. Plus I like the thought put into the set for each motel room. There were a lot of details put into them and I really love liminality as a concept and motels are def part of that.

oooooh. Now this is a toughie. I think Dean's death. Castiel got to die in a very,,, like a Very Supernatural Way. He died confessing his love, saving Dean, defeating the Big Bad. It was high drama and high emotions and very Him. Like his whole speech was, while heartbreaking, made a lot of sense for his character. Him not getting resurrected (or resurrected off screen i should say) makes it more sad in retrospect, because for us (the audience) his death was The End of his character, but Dean... You introduce this character with a Devil May Care attitude, who pretends to be rough and all edges, and then you show that actually, he cares a whole whole lot. And then you show him caring a whole whole lot by how much he's willing to sacrifice for those around him. And you find out he does that because he believes it's an inevitability. He's going to die young and bloody-- he thinks he deserves to die young and bloody. And you throw him hardship after hardship and drag him through the ringer again and again and again, and after all that, He's proven right. He died young and bloody. But it wasn't even in a big blaze of glory, it wasn't some grandiose sacrifice for the greater good that fed into his martyr complex, no. Just bad luck on a run-of-the-mill hunt. Castiel's death was sad, sure. But Dean's was cruel. That's why it upsets me more.

OUGH another toughie. Crowstiel or Drowly.... They're both messy and ugly and full of drama so I love both of them, but I think if I had to pick, I'd say Crowstiel. Part of it is just like, the height of Crowstiel was s6, which I like Crowley more in that season. I felt like he and Cas have a more fun dynamic, are a little more equal in power, and idk, there's just something about it. Like they hate each other but they also fuck nasty. Drowly is still v v fun don't get me wrong, but like a pet peeve of mine is how the show treats Crowley. We didn't get to see much of "Dean and Crowley's Summer of Love" so we really didn't get to see the height of it, mostly just the fallout. And like I love demon!dean and most of s10 (an unpopular opinion, i know). But by later seasons i just feel like Crowley,,, like the narrative kind of looses all respect for him. Nothing he does feels like it has a lot of impact, when we see him and demon!dean, he's kind of playing the 'straight' man, which isn't as fun for me. So I feel like in later seasons when Drowley is most present, the dynamic is just not one I fuck with as much.

ahhhhhh mmmmmmmmm. I think Dean talking to John's grave. Idk there's just something about Dean only being able to be honest with his parents when they're absent that just tickles my brain. Not that I think he was being dishonest when he was talking to Mary! And like Mary coming back was a Bold Choice that I wish they had fucked with more, but being haunted by your father, whether living or dead, ahh I simply must stan.

[homosexualmorelikehomiesexual]

OKay yall

so i really love worldbuilding right

and apparently im really good at editing/helping to expand upon ppls ideas???

so uhhhhhhh yeah send me asks describing concepts you have and i’ll do my best to help brainstorm/develop it further! UwU

(example: ‘hey so ive got this one fantasy kingdom that lives by the ocean and theres Creatures In The Water that are as of yet unspecified and idk what they should be-’ ‘-oo how about man eating rock mermaids. there is a magic volcano/island thing off in the distance and pieces of lava are breaking off in the water and becoming sentient and they like eating ppl. or uhhhhhh everyoe thinks theres a giant squid/whale/shark/lorge boy in the water but its actually just a massive school of very tiny very carnivorous fish that like to swim in formations that are shaped like larger sea creatures)

[baxndaid]

#SWEETVALENTINE

characters ; KEAYA, THOMA, CHILDE, CHONGUN

prompt ; genshin boyos on valentine day ♡

notes/warnings ; gn!reader, angst in (lengthy) kaeya's part if you squint, use of childe's real name, fluff mostly!!

im so late omg but here,, valentines gift <3 the inspo with keaya's one is from jean's story quest, where we just find him sitting in the back with his drink while everybody else is having fun, poor kaeyayayayayaya

i also have no idea what im doing!! trying out a new style rn and seeing if i like it idk // enjoy xoxo

i. keaya

the cavalry captain isn't one for romance, well, not long term relationships. he normally walked around, flirting with everything that moved and called it a day

you, being a new recruitment chosen by master jean herself, had to be shown how things were done around here. and who better to do that than kaeya, the person who arguably does the least during his working hours.

you didn't exactly like the idea of him following you around and making snarky and sly comments about your way of training, you've heard stories about him from diluc, the red-headed man who you normally saw in the angel's share.

you knew better than to immediately believe all the gossip and stories people spread about your superior, but after spending around 6 minutes alone in the same room as him, the rumours began to feel a lot more believable.

the date was february 13th, a day before valentines day

you didn't know if you loved or hated valentines day, on one hand, you got to see everybody and their significant others prancing around monstat without a care in the world while you were alone for the day. on the other hand, cheap chocolate in the shops (!!)

you went out to start your day, groaning at the thought of having to deal with kaeya's remarks again. though, once you got their, you didn't manage to find the blue-headed man anywhere.

"he's probably slacking off, again"

though you didn't want to admit it, it was rather boring without keaya around. yeah he was an annoying bastard most of the time, but his company made you feel less lonely

i guess you could say you missed him, his face, his eyes, and his stupid flirty jokes that he pulls out of his ass every time he sees you

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮

the sound of the wooden doors slamming open was enough to shake you out of your thoughts of your superior

"ah! y/n!"

you did a quick respectful nod at the woman in front of you "morning, master jean" your thoughts still resting on where the eyepatch-wearing man went off to

"if your looking for sir kaeya, you should head to the angel's share, he says it's urgent."

urgent my ass, he probably can't afford the wine and is making you pay for it (again)

you gave a quick 'thank you' to the dandelion knight and rushed off to the tavern, hoping this day could end as quickly as it started

at the tavern, it was pretty much empty, which was expected since it was still considered morning. you spotted kaeya sitting alone on the table nearest to the door, eyes half lidded, though he didn't look drunk, yet.

"care for a drink?" he looked up at you, a smirk plastered on his tanned face

"urgent, huh?" you sat down next to him, the wooden chair squeaking while you moved it out of the way "what are you doing here? and more importantly, why did you call me here?" you whisper-yelled as to not disturb anybody around you, though there was only 1 or 2 drunkards there at the moment

he sighed and looked down "training was getting rather boring, don't you think?" his voice getting more solemn, you could no longer hear the smirk in his voice "which is why i thought we could spend some time together, you and me,"

he frowned at your silence and decided to continue, "i'm going to let you in on a little secret," he looked around, to check if nobody was near and looked down again, fiddling with his thumbs "i've felt quite lonely, here in monstat. i feel as if i just don't have any friends, or anybody to lean on anymore. not only have i lost my father, but-" he looked around once more before continuing, "i've lost my brother too. i know i don't come off as a great person but i-"

"keaya." you stroked his hand with yours, making his gaze return to you. his eyes slightly watering. you never thought you would live to see the day, kaeya, the man that is overly confident, sly, and an overall douche, was shaking and venting to you in his brother's tavern. you would've laughed from how ridiculous it sounded but you held back, given the situation.

you smiled at him, still stroking his soft, pampered hands with your thumb. "i don't think your a bad person, sir. hey if anything, you make training less of a chore!" he let out a small chuckle as you continued, "and besides, if making friends and relationships are hard here, it doesn't mean you can't make them elsewhere. and hey, you'll always have me, doesn't sound too bad huh?" you nudged him, having no experience with comforting people in your life

he looked up at you, a melancholy smile imprinted onto his face.

"y'know, i asked master jean to tell you to come here so i could romantically ask you to be my valentines," he scoffed, "but it looks like it turned into something more." his last sentence sounded more like a question

you leaned over and pecked his cheek, a noticeable blush appearing on his cheeks and spreading to his ears, "how could i say no to you?" you said, still stroking his hand.

"ah well in that case, do you mind paying for my-"

"no."

ii. thoma

good lord get ready, this man will spoil the everlasting hell out of you in the month of february

oh? you have some left over chores to do? don't worry! thoma already did it for you!

oh? your hungry? thoma already made you your favourite meal!

oh? you dont have a valentines date yet? thoma already prepared a whole date for you and him!

wait what

practically dragging you to some unknown area, he bragged and laughed to himself about what a fantastic day he planed out for you and how you'll 100% fall for him after this!

though, he whispered that last bit

hand in hand, you both walked through the guarded streets of inazuma, sometimes stopping by at some shops to buy a snack or to simply browse.

you came across a small kimono and suit shop near the end of the trail, a tall, browned haired woman with a pretty pink kimono on greeted you and thoma as you entered.

"evening thoma, evening y/n, having fun on your date are we?" he smiled. how did she know that you agreed to go out with thoma? the ginger sensed your confusion and turned to you, scratching the back of his neck with a closed-eye smile.

"i migghht have toldeverybodyaboutyouacceptingtogooutwithme," his spoke quickly in hopes that you wouldn't hear, but you heard loud and clear

you sighed, putting a hand on your forehead. you never really liked public attention and liked to keep downlow and thoma knew this. "i'm sorry! i was just really excited is all," he exclaimed, two visible sweat droplets spearing on his forehead.

"thoma it's fine," you smiled at him, "it isn't a big deal" a wave of relief hit the ginger man as he returned your smile with one of his own. the shop owner, looking amused at the dispute, decided to speak up.

"now now, it wouldn't be a date if you didn't get your significant other here something pretty to wear, now would it?" she said, clearly trying to make thoma buy something.

"oh! yes, your right," he turned to you, "so, darling, see anything you like?"

darling? that's a new one alright

"well, which do you think would look nice on me?" you questioned back, your face a little flushed at the new nickname he suddenly decided to give to you. you regret ever asking him that because now your closet was filled with the kimono shop's entire stock.

iii. childe

much like thoma, this man will spoil you rotten

you loved to spend time with your boyfriend, however, his job made it quite difficult to even see him let alone spend time with him. so, most of the time, you spent time with your friends, walking around the harbour and gossiping

today, however, you couldn't do that

your friends, obviously not having boy/girlfriends that are also fatui harbingers, wanted to spend time with their significant others on valentines day, which meant you would be left alone with your thoughts, (and cheesy romance movies).

lying on the sofa while watching a horrible documentary, you stuffed on the cheap chocolates they sold near your house at a kiosk. you wrapped a soft blanket around you and hugged yourself as you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

"hey, honey!" a loud voice boomed in front of you, jolting you from your slumber. "ajax?" your eyes lit up and you instantly hopped off the sofa and hugged your loving boyfriend, "your here!"

"of course, i wanted to see you, especially today of all days. besides, i've brought you many gifts back from my mission in sumeru!" he pointed behind him, a literal mountain of objects flooding your house.

kissing your face all over, you groaned internally, still looking at the giant mess behind your lover.

"looks like i have some cleaning to do,"

iv. chongyun

hot nervous MESS (in the literal sense)

he couldn't count the amount of ice treats he had to consume after your little outing.

obviously, he didn't exactly do it alone, xingqiu knew about chongyun's little crush and decided to tease help his dear friend! getting xiangling to help out too, the trio sat down and decided how they would get you to accept chongun's proposition.

the plan went a little like this:

"chongyun, first you ask y/n to help you find and exile evil spirits up in the mountains, kay?"

"then! xiangling and i will pretend to be ghosts and poor y/n will get scared so you, my dear friend, have to comfort them! haha get it, wink wink, nudge nudge!" "oh yes, i see..." (he doesn't get it)

"after, you come find us and 'vanquish' us and save the day!"

"and so, you ask y/n and they'll be soo impressed with your heroic skills that they just have to say yes! a perfect story, no cliff-hangers, good romance, a little cheesy but that's okay-" "i'm hungry!"

"after we do all that let's get some lunch! i can whip something up real fast!"

however, that plan didn't really work out. you see, instead of the chef and the nerd actually doing what they were meant to do, xiangling got distracted and went out looking for wild ingredients and xingqiu, well he had no intention in actually helping, he was there to watch the train wreck of chongyun asking you out.

after 13 minutes of sitting in a awkward silence, the blue haired boy turned to you, disheartened.

"i'm sorry, i thought that i sensed some evil spirits here and thought that we could catch them together." his face red with embarrassment and shame, he pulled out an ice lolly to keep himself cool.

"yun, it's fine, really. i like spending time with you anyway!" you held his hand and looked down, a faint blush on his and your cheeks

"actually, there is something i wanted to ask you for a few days," chongyun looked at you, perplexed, "do you- do you wanna be my valentines?"

bam!

seems that he overheated and passed out, his face as red as a chilie and mouth agape as he lied motionless on the floor

though the day wasn't exactly a huge disaster, xingqiu got a few laughs out of it

NAVIGATION ♡

[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Hi! I saw your requests are open, could I trouble you with a Speirs request?? With the prompt “tying your lover's tie” but could you make it angsty? Like reader thinks it’s an unrequited love?? (You can turn it fluffy at the end if you want, it’s up to you.)

Idk if that makes sense, and I’m sorry if it’s too specific, you don’t have to do it or you can alter it however you see fit.

Also, could you make the reader inclusive? As in, not white-coded? I’d really appreciate that :)

Thank you!!

Trouble with a Tie

Thank you so much @honey-im-emotional for my first ever request 💓 I really hope you enjoy and that it's got everything you asked for🥰 My request are open so if anyone has any ideas for oneshots/imagines then please drop me an ask💓

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You had been on your way out of the hotel when a loud grunt caught your attention. You paused mid-stride, wondering which one of your comrades was still hanging around. You were due to assemble in less than five minutes and if anyone was late Ron would....

Another grunt. You huffed out a laugh as you creeped down the corridor to the room with the ajar door. Your suspicions were confirmed when you peered in and saw the culprit. Inside, fiddling with his class A's, was Captain Speirs. He was the last person you expected to be late for the assembly that he himself  had called. He hadn't seen you lingering at the door, so you took advantage of the moment and observed him.

You could feel your heart hammering in your chest as you gazed at him. He was honestly the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on. His Class A's just made him all the more appealing to look at, highlighting his tall stature and strong shoulders.

"Shouldn't you be outside already Lieutenant?"

You jumped at the sound of his voice. You hadn't noticed him turning around, smirking when he spotted you standing in the doorway. His piercing blue eyes bore straight into yours and you felt a flurry of butterflies take off in your chest.

"Shouldn't you be outside yourself Captain?" You replied cheekily as you walked further into the room. He rolled his eyes at that, turning back to his mirror and fiddling with the tie in his hands. Your eyebrows furrowed at his fidgeting. Ron Speirs wasn't the kind of person who fidgeted, it wasn't in his nature. Clearly there was something on his mind distracting him.

"Oh give that here before you tie it round your hands or somethin'."

Before you could think about it you'd walked over to him and taken the tie from his hands. It was only when you wrapped it around his neck that you realised just how close to him you'd gotten. You refused to look up at him, refused to meet those searing eyes while standing so close to him. As you began to tie the Windsor knot you tried to think of anything other than the man just a few inches from you, because thinking of him never got you anything but a sore heart.

You'd had the same argument with yourself a thousand times before. Nothing would ever come of your infatuation with him, it was pointless wasting energy on something doomed to fail. As you looped the tie you tried not to think of the countless times your gaze had lingered on him while he was looking at anything but you. You tried not to think about how much it had hurt to watch him post home all of that silverware, knowing it must have been going back to the women he'd left waiting for him back home.

But that wasn't even the worst. No, as you pulled the tie through into a knot, you tried your hardest not to remember all of the quiet conversations you had together when neither of you could sleep. You desperately didn't want to remember those nights in Bastogne, sharing a foxhole and waking up huddled together under those scratchy blankets, or how stunning he'd looked in the flickering candle light in that church somewhere after Foy. You couldn't be certain of when exactly you fell for the man in front of you, but you could be certain of one thing; Ron Speirs would never feel the same way about you.

Sure, he acted different with you than he did with anyone else. You remembered several times where he'd chewed someone out and then two seconds later turned to you and started talking about the weather. The boys were convinced you were a witch of some kind when they saw you sharing a smoke with Speirs and no, he hadn't tried to kill you for shit's sake.

"Aw c'mon Y/N, you must have used some hoodoo magic on him. This is Speirs we're talking about here. The Lieutenant Speirs who killed twenty POW's after giving them a smoke!" Malarkey exclaimed.

"Stop acting the ass Don," you chuckled, "we're friends, why wouldn't we share a smoke? And I'm not a goddamn witch dumbass."

"Yeah well, if you've somehow managed to make friends with ole Sparky without threat of death then you must have some kind of spell over him."

You smiled slightly at the memory as you finished the final knot and pulled it so it sat just so. There was something awfully domestic about tying his tie for him, and it was like a bittersweet dagger in your heart.

"See, that wasn't so hard," you smirked, "Now are you gonna tell me what's got you all up in a muddle?" You looked up at him and your breath hitched when your eyes met his. It amazed you how those eyes which inspired so much fear in others could make you feel so safe and tear your heart apart all at once.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself with," he stated, "just got a few things to think about."

"Aw c'mon Ron," you sighed, "stop trying to be Atlas and share the burden. Hell, maybe I can help." You smoothed your hands down the lapels of his jacket as you looked up at him imploringly.

He furrowed his brows and glanced around the room. "I'm considering the option of remaining with the Airborne as a career," he explained after a few moments.

You weren't quite sure what to say to that. You supposed you should have expected it really; Ron was an excellent commanding officer and he would no doubt do well for himself if he stayed. But that didn't make it any easier to swallow. A career in the military meant that if there were any more wars, which no doubt there would be, he would be right there in the thick of it, putting himself at constant risk.

The thought of it was sickening. Just because he would never return your feelings didn't mean you loved him any less, and when you love someone you want the very best for them, even if you're not part of it. You wanted him to go home to his girl, to live a long and happy life with her. Assuming you all survived the drop into the Pacific, you wanted to go to a reunion in fifty years and see him there with his beautiful, happy family. It would be the bitterest form of torture, but at least you'd have some small comfort knowing he was happy.

"Your silence is speaking volumes Y/N."

You blinked harshly and peered back up at him. You'd gotten distracted in your swirling thoughts. "You're a great CO, no doubt about it..." you started.

"But?" He questioned.

"But...won't your girl back home be awful upset?"

He snorted and raised his brows in surprise. "My girl? Christ Y/N what made you think I have a girl back home?"

You felt the heat rising in your cheeks as your eyes widened in shock. You'd always just assumed. "Well I...I thought that....all the silverware...I...."

He brought his hands to your shoulders and squeezed them gently. "The only woman waiting back home for me is my mother," he said, looking down at you intently.

"Oh," you mumbled softly, unable to tear your gaze away from his. You tried not to think too much into the intense gaze he was holding with you. Just because he didn't have a girl back home didn't mean he was interested in you. In fact, it just further proved that he wasn't interested in you at all. You tried to ignore the sinking pit in your stomach and give him a proper answer. First and foremost he was your friend and you needed to support him.

"There's no denying you'd go places with a career in the Airborne. You're one hell of an officer Captain Speirs."

"Thanks Y/N," he murmured. His hands on your shoulders gently squeezed again, his thumbs running small circles on your collarbones. You couldn't stop your eyes from flittering to his lips, your tongue darting out to lick your own chapped ones. If you didn't know any better you'd swear he did the same. Must be a trick of the light.

"We'd better be getting to that assembly you called," you said, clearing your throat and looking away. You hadn't realised your hands were still on his jacket, and you smoothed down his lapels once more before stepping back. He nodded and you turned to leave, but as you took your first step you felt his hand on your arm stopping you in your tracks. You turned to him and looked at him questioningly. He seemed to be deliberating something, but when he met your gaze you could see determination in those lovely eyes of his. He stepped into your space slowly and leaned down, his breath on your neck causing goosebumps to erupt down your arms.

"For the record," he murmured softly, "If we survive Japan, the only girl I'd be interested in having waiting for me at home would be you."

You gasped softly, heart hammering in your chest. He smirked when he pulled away from you and saw the dumbstruck expression on your face. You couldnt come up with a reply, too surprised at what he'd just admitted. He liked you. He potentially wanted something with you if you survived this god awful war. Where the hell had this come from?

He rubbed your arm gently before stepping away, wordlessly walking to the door. You couldn't even move to follow him. You stood frozen in place and watched him leave the room, the butterflies making it hard to even breathe. He paused in the doorway and spun around to face you again, and you were left breathless by the teasing twinkle in his eyes.

"You better not be late to my assembly Lieutenant," he stated, the seriousness of his tone ruined by the smirk plastered across his face. He really did leave then, and you were left standing dumbstruck in the middle of his room.

"I don't hear the sound of your footsteps following me out Lieutenant. If you're not down these stairs before me I'll be forced to put you on latrine duty for a week," he shouted from down the hall.

You chuckled as you finally managed to get your legs moving again, and you full on laughed when you got out the door and saw him hovering on the top step. He tapped his watch in mock impatience as you ran down the hall towards him. You felt delirious, as though you were moving around in some sort of fever dream. It couldn't be real.

You were just about to pass him when he reached out and pulled you into him roughly. You huffed in surprise when you collided with his chest, but before you could mock him for making you late his lips were on yours.

It wasn't soft and romantic, it was hard and passionate and you'd expect nothing less from him. It was over too soon, short and sweet and a promise of more to come. He pulled back slightly, his nose bumping yours.

"I'm giving you a ten second headstart," he grinned.

You rolled your eyes fondly as you pulled your arm from his grip, and you couldn't wipe the smile off your face as you raced down to your comrades in the square.

"What the hell are you smiling about? You were almost late ya idiot," Said Luz.

Your eyes met Ron's as he walked over to the assembled company, his lips turning up at the corner ever so slightly.

"Oh nothing George," you replied, "Just had a little trouble with a tie."

[scuttle-buttle]

Okay for the prompts (if you are interested ofc! No pressure) but the one where they kiss with a strawberry seems cute!! Idk a sweet moment with Zemo? Or whoever you feel it fits best!

Breakfast in Bed

A/N: okay so im actually going to tweak the prompt slightly because the whole lady and the tramp thing weirds me out personally - like if you’ve seen Lila Lila where he and his girlfriend like makeout with breadsticks I cringeeeee (its the food idk lol sorry). Also I made this fem reader I hope that is alright, I just went where my mind took me

WC: 682

Rated: G

Tags: domestic, fluffy, pregnancy, brief mention of his son, reference to the princess bride

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“Helmut!” you whine from your place on the bed. The pillows behind your back were almost too soft.

“Just another minute, Schatz,” he calls back from down the hall.

Your husband requested that you stay in bed while he busied himself with something in the kitchen. You weren’t entirely sure what he was up to, even with the clanking of pots and pans, but he was insistent that you stay put under the blankets. He had nearly come running to push you back into bed when you got up to use the ensuite bathroom. At your look of annoyance he retreated, but not until after he’d seen you under the covers once again.

After the first 15 minutes you grew bored. You cracked open the novel you were reading, following the lines on the page as you rubbed your growing stomach absentmindedly. Six months into your pregnancy and the Baron was becoming more attentive every single day. It would be overbearing if it wasn’t so cute. Deep down you knew that it was just his fears of losing another child that made him so worrisome at times. When you had asked him about it he just replied that he wanted to make sure that he didn’t miss anything. 

Finally, you hear him walking the hallway to your shared bedroom. He bumps the door open with his hip; in his hand is a tray. Helmut sits on the bed beside you. He places the tray on your lap. Thick, cinnamony slices of french toast are stacked tall, plump and juicy berries line the plate dusted with a hint of powdered sugar. There is even a cup of cherry blossom tea, his, and now your, favorite. Everything smells heavenly.

“Hel - what’s all this for?” You can’t hold back the grin on your face.

“Breakfast, of course.”

You huff a small laugh, “well I can see that. I didn’t know you knew how to make french toast.” The tea is the perfect temperature when you take a sip.

“I didn’t. But with patience and experience, Draga, a man can do anything.” 

Cutting into a piece of the toast you take a bite. You moan around the flavors that burst on your tongue. The next piece you feed to your husband, not wanting him to be neglected of his culinary genius.

“Try the berries, they are fresh from Marta’s garden,” he offers, holding up a strawberry to your lips. You take the fruit, your tongue brushing his fingertips lightly. Marta, your housekeeper, had a greenthumb and was always supplying you with fresh fruits and vegetables. In return, you would invite her to dinner once a week in thanks. 

The two of you ate, savoring each morsel. When the food was gone you sat in companionable silence for a few moments. “Thank you for breakfast,” you offer. His hand rested on top of your bump, thumb brushing along the fabric of your shirt. “You are such a good husband, you know that?”

“This is not about me, Draga. Today is Mother’s Day. You deserve to be treated to the finest of things, as my beautiful wife and the mother of my child.”

Heat rises in your cheeks. You look away, suddenly bashful. “Hel… I don’t think it counts until after the baby is born,” you laugh.

“Nonsense. You are carrying our baby, that makes you a mother. If I had it my way you would be brought breakfast in bed every morning, wear only the finest silks and jewels and furs, I would give you everything that you could ever desire. You would live like the Baroness you are.” He says it so matter-of-factly.

Shaking your head with silent laughter you hook your finger into his collar, pulling him down for a soft kiss. His lips taste of the sweet berries and the spice of the french toast. “How about instead I just be your loving wife-” you scrunch of your nose “-who would like some more strawberries.” 

With a small bow Helmut gets off the bed to fetch you more berries; “your wish is my command.”

Tbh I just want to see zemo in just an apron lol

[cryptidmullet]

more renga headcanons bc i miss them

- rekis not one to like. hide his praise or anything he compliments langa a lot but just. every so often he'll grab langas wrist and look at him all soft and say "youre amazing langa" very reminiscent of how langa praises him and it just makes langa feel so fucking mushy and in love

- rekis used to affection from his family but thats kinda it and langas family was never super affectionate but he felt loved still but after his dad died he just felt super lonely but when they meet and start getting super close they both just feel like theyre overflowing with love both given and received and i just thinks that beautiful

- rekis chronically bad at opening bottles bc they hurt his hands and hes always embarrassed but he goes up to langa and is like. open please. and langa does KKFMSMFND

- it gets to the point he'll just go up to him with a bottle and langa will open it without being prompted

- yknow when youre really tired and you feel like youre floating in the ocean reki has that but he feels like hes rolling back and forth on his skateboard

- since he first started skating the movement and feeling got so ingrained in him that he'll be sitting at his desk or laying in bed and just feels the sensation of tick tacking like hes not moving he just can feel it like a ghost in his muscles and brain

- sometimes reki just wants to. stand on his board like not do anything just stand on it so he stores skateboards in his room and when he gets restless he'll just stand on one for a little bit

- reki talks to himself a lot he'll be doing some mindless task and then have a pretend conversation with nobody without even realizing it

- whenever reki cries or gets choked up about smth drinking water for some reason makes him feel better

- reki pokes the twins' bellies and blows raspberries on them to make them laugh :)

- langa cant pick up rice with chopsticks when he first moves to okinawa and reki makes fun of him but still teaches him how to do it

- langa has acne along his jawline its just bumpy and stuff

- reki wakes up and then lays in bed watching videos as long as he can before he gets up 

- he also holds his phone like two inches away from his face

- reki uses dark mode langa uses light mode until reki notices it forcibly changes it

- rekis phone is always at like really low brightness bc his eyes are sensitive

- its battery is also always low bc its an old phone and it takes forever to charge

- he takes a lot of pictures and videos of langa just for no reason half of them are blurry and out of focus and langas not paying attention but he keeps all of them

- he has a bookmark on instagram called 'langa' and its full of stuff that reminds reki of him or he wants to show him later

- langa and reki pair up for a presentation once and when theyre presenting they cannot stop laughing reki says um and pauses for a moment too long and langa does one of those long nose exhale laughs and it makes reki snort and then they keep messing up and barely get through it and when they walk back to their desks they shove each other while the class laughs

- langa has a really cheap purple phone case he got at walmart and rekis like dude thats so boring so he makes stickers for him to stick to it

- langa loves them but he also has this weird anxiety about putting stickers places bc he likes them and doesnt want to eventually get rid of whatever the sticker is on but reki tells him he'll make him more whenever he gets another phone so hes okay with it

- langa doesnt really fidget unless hes nervous and then he twists his fingers around but when hes sitting he rolls his right ankle a lot and his foots like always twitching really minutely 

- reki carries around a hairband partly for his sisters (and eventually langa) and partly so he can fidget with it

- langa carries one around too for the same reason but one day reki forgets it during work so langa gives it to him bc he looks restless 

- and langa kinda feels really bare and doesnt know what to do without it so he just rubs his wrist a lot but he doesnt mind 

- reki will get up to go do smth but just sit down curled in a ball on the floor bc he gets distracted for whatever reason and after like 20 minutes of scrolling through his phone hes like wait what was i doing

- reki has a scar on his lip/chin bc he bailed really hard and hit his chin on the concrete and bit through his lip 

- langas a dry ass texter when he and reki first meet bc he didnt really have anyone to text before

- but eventually he googles how to turn auto caps and everything changes

- hes actually funnier over text sometimes bc hes less restrained 

- hes made a ur mom joke and then was like wait i take it back i love your mom im sorry :c 

- and he points out every time reki misspells a word just to annoy him

- reki scrolling through tiktok and he randomly starts crying at a wholesome video and langas like.. you good man and rekis like look at this FRICKING tiktok dude and then langas crying too KFMSMFND

- obligatory "we make a good team" line idk the context ill think about it later but theyre gay they have to say it

- langa promised his mom hed go to the store but had to do a last minute shift at dope sketch and rekis like oh ill do it for you i already know what you get

- langa has a sweet tooth he loves candy and hot chocolate and all that stuff and reki is lowkey an enabler he always brings candy w him or has a bag in his room

- when reki laughs he wraps his arms around his stomach and hes the type to go silent when he laughs hard enough

- he'll go from standing normally to bent over to crouched down to falling and rolling on his back or side from laughing so hard

- its pretty rare but sometimes he snorts in the middle of a laugh too

- when langas laughing Really hard its loud and kind of wheezy and almost like a cackle and he covers his mouth most of the time just out of habit

- he curls up when he laughs too so he'll be laying on rekis bed or the floor and reki says smth that catches him totally off guard and he starts fucking cackling and brings his knees up to touch his forehead hitting his leg and wheezing

- langa helps reki teach chihiro and nanaka how to ride a bike and the four of them go on little bike rides together occasionally

- the twins pulling on langas pant leg until he bends down so they can whisper gibberish in his ear and the first time langa is like ??? but then he learns to just laugh and nod 

- all of rekis sisters coming into rekis room while langa is there to be like :D langa :D and reki herding them out and yelling we're busy and then just flopping on his bed to continue scrolling through his phone in silence

- reki does the older sibling thing and just stands in koyomis doorway 

- miya makes a meme reference that reki doesnt get and hes like god youre old and it wounds reki on a personal level

- reki has a piece of graphite just like permanently stuck in his leg bc when he was younger his friend accidently stabbed him with it and it broke off and just. stayed there

- reki gets super obsessed with one song for a week or two and he'll listen to it on loop like 10 times in a row and he learns the lyrics to them no matter the language and by proxy langa always has the stuck in his head

[samingtonwilson]

Mac and Cheese

Summary: Bucky takes the last box of frozen mac and cheese, takes your phone, and makes you fall in love with him. The audacity of that man.

Prompt: “This has been a very bad week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food at the supermarket” 

Pairing: bucky x reader

a/n: i wrote this and was fully done formatting it and everything, like, 6 months ago. i didn’t post it because it’s approx. 82% nonsense but i figured why not post it now when it’s still 82% nonsense but im struggling to finish everything else. so taal, long time vegan, writes a story about mac and cheese and, listen, idk what this fic is either. can i write a fic without adding sam to it? no.

Mac and cheese. That’s all you want. Disgusting, frozen, usually-quite-mushy-if-not-microwaved-correctly mac and fucking cheese. 

The kind with the layer of cheese on top. The kind with that real elbow pasta, not rotini or penne or seashell pasta— real macaroni. The kind you try to only eat one serving size of before you eat everything in the package. The kind you always gravitate to when your eyes are stained red, swollen, and too proud to be anything other than dry.

You take the subway. You switch lines. You endure the smell of the F train during rush hour when you aren’t sure where your thigh ends and the thigh of the woman sitting beside you begins. All for that one Trader Joe’s, out of many, in Brooklyn the hipsters abandon before six because the coffee shop next door closes at five.

Your feet ache in your boots and you’re pretty sure a rock has somehow lodged itself between your toes, it’s starting to rain and you have no umbrella, you don’t think your throat has ever felt so parched. 

But you tuck your phone into your back pocket and march into that store with the hideous overhead lighting that makes your skin look like it hasn’t seen a bottle of toner in days like you’re Hades, the box of mac and cheese is Persephone, and Trader Joe’s is Mount Olympus.

You aren’t planning on smiling at anyone in greeting. You aren’t planning on making eye contact with anyone. You aren’t even planning on waiting politely behind whoever is inevitably idly standing in front of the pasta section of the frozen aisle— you’re going to say, “Excuse me.” Like the badass, New Yorker, on-the-verge-of-tears bitch you are and you’re going to toss that mac and cheese into your basket like you’re Steph Curry at the NBA Finals.

Lines are long when you walk in, cashiers bored-looking and tired. The produce section is a jungle of stay at home fathers and people who make their own pressed juice, the salad display a mess of college students trying to eat healthy. 

Your eyes accidentally meet those of a toddler who is slyly plucking a grape from a bag he had no intention of spending his allowance on and you smile.

You hold your basket like a designer handbag and dilly-dally only for a moment to pick up some yogurt for breakfast tomorrow. 

And some inauthentic babka because there’s no way in hell you’re going to endure Zabar’s after this. 

And a package of olive oil popcorn, a bottle of three dollar chardonnay, and string cheese. 

But that’s it. Self-control.

You feel the chill of the frozen aisle before you step into it. You feel the magnetic pull of that box with only one step in its direction. You stop for just a second to grab the mini mango and cream pops.

You almost roll your eyes to yourself when you see that someone is indeed standing right in front of the frozen selection of pasta. He’s staring at two boxes— a red one in his gloved left hand and the one in his right hand green.

As you grow closer you notice behind his curtain of dark hair that his eyebrows are knit together and he’s frowning at a decision he must be forcing himself to make. 

Sophie’s Choice, but involving mediocre excuses for Italian food and no Nazis— hopefully. Because who really knows these days?

He wears a forest green hoodie under a black leather jacket, black jeans tight around thick thighs. Boots, too. You think you might swoon.

And you wait behind him. You tap your foot, shift your weight, and chew on your bottom lip. You don’t say anything.

He looks over his shoulder when you curse under your breath and set the heavy basket at your feet. He’s apologetic— and handsome— by the looks of it, blue eyes slightly widened and lips downturned. “Shit,” he says as he takes a few steps to the right. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. You kick your basket with the toe of your boot until it lightly smacks against the bottom of the freezer. “No problem. It’s a big decision.”

His eyes lift from the boxes and he smiles. “Biggest one I’ve gotten to make in a while.”

Setting your hands atop the cold metal railing, you stare down into the freezer. You see farfalle with roasted tomatoes, rigatoni with pesto, ricotta and spinach ravioli, roasted vegetable lasagna, cauliflower gnocchi, chicken parm, and… an empty space. 

You tilt your head.

You lean away and crouch to read the description cards, looking for the bubble letters to tell you where on Earth your saving grace is. When you spot the card, you stand again. The indicated space is empty, your heart is empty, your will to live is—

A box of organic pesto tortellini is tossed back into the freezer and you look up. Your eyes might lose their prideful dryness at any moment, even in public next to that handsome stranger with the nice jacket and,

the box of mac and cheese.

You gasp audibly and leap backwards. You point at the box in his left hand.

With an expression of panic, he holds his hands— and the box— up in innocence. “It’s okay. I’m not—”

“What the fuck is that?” you shout to gain the attention of customers you don’t even perceive, waggling your finger at the box. Your wide-eyed stare, and bared teeth, and messy hair must be terrifying. You hope they are.

He looks down at his hand. An eyebrow lifts. And, confusedly, he asks, “The box?”

“Yes, the fucking box!”

“It’s mac and—” he meets your gaze again. You’re wearing your anger like armor. But you aren’t scared. Bucky thinks he might never have felt such relief at a woman’s anger. “It’s mac and cheese.”

You shake your head. Wildly. Your neck hurts. “It’s the last box of mac and cheese!”

He glances at the box, then back at you. He jabs his thumb over his shoulder. “They might have some in the back—”

You shake your head again. A hint of devastation cracks your voice as you say, “It’s Monday night. Trader Joe’s restocks Tuesday night. This is usually all they have left.”

“I—” He pauses. “Is this shit really that good—”

“No, it’s not but that’s not the point!” you’re shouting again. And crying. Oh, God, you’re crying. In public. “The point is my building is going co-op!”

He tilts his head. “Your building is—”

“And I have to buy my apartment if I want to keep it! And they don’t give raises at my job to women unless they’re willing to suck something I won’t say in front of that kid right there,” you nod toward a little girl in a pink raincoat with her pin straight black hair in pigtails who stares at you in bewilderment. You sniffle. “So I quit. And I’m proud of myself for it. Because I have integrity, and I have self-respect, and I have no gag reflex, so the rejection should kill my boss dead.”

He cracks a small smile when you let out a short, watery, pathetic laugh. Easily, he holds the box out to you. “I hope your boss is dead, too.”

You laugh again and don’t hesitate before taking the box. You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve. “Thank you. You’re nice.”

“Not a popular opinion, but one I’ll certainly take.” He’s smiling and it’s warm. “Sorry— about all that.”

“You’re apologizing to me? I just screamed at you in the Trader Joe’s freezer aisle over mac and cheese.”

He shakes his head and picks up his own basket when you grab yours. “Your building’s going co-op and your boss deserves to burn in hell. You should get all the mac and cheese you want.”

You reach into the freezer for that green box of tortellini he’d thrown in, tossing it into his basket with a smile. Steph Curry at the NBA Finals. “Still. I’m sorry for yelling and I hope the tortellini doesn’t suck too bad.”

“It’s frozen pasta. My expectations are low.”

You hum a laugh and walk past him to the crowded lines at the registers. “As they should be.”

It’s when you’re lost in the sea of customers and Bucky is deciding between frozen palak paneer and frozen lamb vindaloo with basmati rice that he feels a tug at the hem of his jacket. 

He looks away from the green and orange boxes, lowering his gaze to meet curious almond-shaped eyes beneath blunt black bangs. He smiles and she returns it. “Yes?”

She reveals her right hand, which she had hidden behind her pink raincoat, and holds a phone up to Bucky as far as her arm will let her.

“Is that your phone?”

She shakes her head and giggles. Loud, happy, and squeaky. “Yelling lady dropped her phone.”

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together until a woman, much closer to his height, steps behind the little girl. She takes the phone the girl holds out and offers it to Bucky when he straightens his posture. Her smile looks like the little girl’s. “We figured you would have a good chance at getting it back to her.”

He takes the phone and nods his thanks. Pressing the power button reveals a picture of you and a dog, a large, fluffy dog with its pink tongue hanging low. You’re smiling brightly and, oddly, it seems like the dog is, too.

—

“So you just took her phone? Didn’t even ask an employee to keep it there in case she came back for it?”

Bucky, watching the tray of pasta rotate in the microwave, scowls. “I would’ve if I’d known that was an option. And stop eating my fuckin’ chips.”

Sam tosses back another handful of kettle-cooked barbecue potato chips in defiance so the obnoxious crunching echoes through the kitchen. He smiles sarcastically when Bucky snatches the bag and rolls it up. Half is already gone. “You come up with how you’re gonna get it back to her?”

“Thinkin’ about asking Pepper to post a picture of it like it’s a missing child to that ‘Tweeter’ nonsense,” Bucky replies dryly. He’s glaring at Sam as he leans his hip against the counter. “You and I both know I haven’t come up with shit.”

Sam snorts and is smiling in amusement, deep brown eyes alight. Bucky hates the sight. “Tweeter. You’re so fuckin’ old.”

It’s been hours since Bucky took the phone from who he learned is little Vivienne and her mother, and he is no closer to getting it back to you. 

He’d tried looking for you at the store but there were too many people for a Trader Joe’s that Yelp claimed was the least busy in New York for that to yield results. So he returned to the Tower. He thought about asking Tony to look into the doohickey but figured an invasion of privacy should be the last resort.

He pulls the tray from the microwave with nimble vibranium fingers and sniffs the pasta before setting it down on the counter. He removes a bowl from one of the cabinets and dumps the steaming pasta in it, a sprinkle of freshly grated parmesan from a tub he’d bought— also at Trader Joe’s— a finishing touch.

“She’s cute,” Sam says when the screen lights up with an incoming text notification.

Bucky spins his fork between his fingers as he walks around the counter to sit on the barstool beside Sam’s. He glances at the phone as well. “Very cute,” he agrees. “She had a shitty day. Something about her apartment goin’ co-op. Whatever the hell that means.”

Sam frowns. “Means she’s gotta buy the place. And with New York real estate prices right now,” he shakes his head with a sigh. “She better have a well-paying job.”

“Quit that today, too.” Bucky takes a bite of the pasta and hisses as it burns his tongue. “Boss is a creep that asked for some action in exchange for a raise.”

“Jesus. Poor girl.”

The tortellini isn’t great. It’s a little bland, a bit too dry, and there isn’t enough filling— but it’s better than Bucky had expected. He takes another bite. “Yeah. And I took the last box of mac and cheese. Which is what she went to the store for.”

“I’m surprised your head wasn’t chopped off.”

Bucky smiles. “She yelled— a lot. Was crying, too, ‘til she said something and made herself laugh.”

Sam then begins teasing Bucky juvenilely for having a crush until both men are laughing and shoving one another to see who falls off their stool first, Sam only relenting when Bucky hands the potato chips to him again as a peace offering.

The bowl is in the sink and the chips are down to just crumbs when a loud ringtone— an instrumental version of an R&B song Bucky recognizes from Sam’s many plays of the original— shocks the two of them.

It’s from an unknown number and Bucky is unsure if he should pick up until Sam swipes answer and puts the call on speakerphone. “Hello?”

A sigh. Bucky doesn’t know if it’s one of relief or frustration. “I’m hoping whoever this is found my phone and didn’t steal it.”  

Sam shoves Bucky’s shoulder with a toothy grin and Bucky rolls his eyes. “The little girl you almost traumatized in the freezer aisle found it and gave it to me.”

Another sigh— the relief in this one is obvious— and you’re laughing. “It’s you— tortellini dude. Must’ve fallen when I crouched down.”

“Seems like it, yeah.”

“So are you gonna ask for my address or do I have to schlep over to Avengers Tower?”

Bucky and Sam exchange a look. “Avengers Tower?”

“You weren’t exactly in disguise— I realized who you are the minute I left the store. Would’ve recognized you right away but I was in my own head and you aren’t my favorite Avenger.”

Bucky smiles. “Yeah? And who is?”

“Falcon.”

Immediately, the phone is taken from Bucky’s hand. “Hi, baby, you’ve got Falcon.”

A gasp, a pause, then you laugh. Audibly stunned laughter. “You guys actually hang out with each other? That’s cute.”

Before Sam can reply, Bucky flicks his forehead— in reply to which Sam elbows Bucky’s ribs— and takes the phone back. “I can bring your phone to you whenever you’re free.”

“Awesome. I’m unemployed now so any time tomorrow is fine.”

You tell him your address before hanging up and he wishes you a good night. Your laughter is the last thing he hears before three beeps signify the end of the call.

—

Bucky takes the subway. He switches lines to the F train. He tries not to mind the overpowering smell of stale B.O. and deli meat leftover from rush hour, the skittering steps of a rat across the floor in the adjacent empty car. He ignores those who stare at him intensely enough to burn the fabric right off his skin. All for that one apartment in SoHo.

He thinks the gash below his ribs might still be leaking as the warm, moist subway station air blows past him. He can feel that cluster of bruises above his knee— the one from the pipe the hostile operative had ripped off the rickety walls of a nearly destroyed Hydra base— every time he takes a step, more so as he climbs the stairs.

He knows he must be quite a sight with combat boots and tac pants worn and dusty, a simple bomber jacket thrown over a ripped, sliced, stained compression tank. His mind is blank, his eyes shadowy, the ghost of something terrible lurking behind blue and grey. 

Posture stiff and muscles cold, steps crisp despite the ache, he follows the familiar path and manages to form the thought of turning around. Not bringing this all to a threshold— or, more accurately, a windowsill— he’s only crossed three or four times. He’s too weak, though.

It takes one rap of his knuckles against the third-story window for a lamp to flicker on, gauzy drapes pushed aside. You smile as he lifts the window open, stepping aside as he enters the apartment with careful grace. He feels less guilty when he sees that your bed is still made and your hair isn’t the tangled mess it usually is when he bursts in at a late hour.

“I have a door.”

“Okay, show-off.”

It’s when he steps into the light of the standing lamp in the room’s corner that your quiet laughter gives way to a soft gasp. 

He doesn’t like the widening of your eyes or the way you gently lift the right side of his jacket, fingers light against the torn fabric. But you laugh again, and it shakes in nervousness. “You know I’m not a doctor, right? Or a nurse? Or even a pharmacist with high self-efficacy?”

He nods and, despite himself, there’s a smile pulling at a corner of his lips. His eyes brighten a little. “It’ll heal itself.”

“Confidence. I like that in a burglar.”

Before he can take a step further into your bedroom, you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth and point at his feet. “Boots.”

He kicks them off with a sigh and a groan when the shifting of his knee sends a tremor up his leg. His jacket is tossed aside as well, and he catches the black t-shirt you throw to him. You’d washed it, folded it, and put it in your closet. 

Just a little more brightness. “You owe me mac and cheese.”

“Oh, I owe you mac and cheese? We’re really holding onto shit from four months ago?”

He nods again and pulls his tank off, withholding a wince.

Eyebrow raised, you cross your arms over your chest. You’re giving him a narrow look but, because you’re clearly struggling against a smile, it’s one of his favorites of the expressions you’ve ever offered him. 

You give him a towel next— pastel blue. “Shower and then we’ll see about me owing you something.”

He wants to say thank you, do more than smile. 

But he knows if he so much as opens his mouth while you’re looking at him the way you are, he’ll tell you he’s fallen in love with you over the last four months, that maybe he’s been in love since you screamed at him in the freezer section of Trade Joe’s. 

He’ll go to say thank you, but the words of a Byron poem he’d learned to impress a girl in his English class more than eighty years ago will come pouring out or he’ll simply kiss you like he wishes he could on the nights he can’t sleep or during the missions he can just barely endure. 

He’ll go to say thank you, and then tell you with no clarity whatsoever that you’re what he finds comfort in when he’s had a hard day. That the disgusting, mushy, nothing-compared-to-fresh mac and cheese is just an excuse.

But he just smiles. And nods. And takes a shower.

His hair is still wet as he stands across from you at the kitchen counter. There’s a bowl of steaming pasta between you, a spoon in his hand and a fork in yours. “You’re dripping onto the counter.”

With a cocking of his eyebrow, he shakes his head and you sputter a laugh, shoving his shoulder. “Bucky!”

He laughs then, fully and happily, as he reaches over to wipe the drops from your cheeks and forehead. You only smile back, the gleaming of your eyes making him feel warm all over.

“This shit’s terrible, by the way,” he says after a minute of staring.

You shrug a shoulder. “Told you.”

“And you fought me for it. Publicly.”

You shrug again and laugh. You lean your elbows atop the counter to match his relaxed posture, dragging a noodle through a particularly large puddle of melted cheese. 

Looking up, your nose nearly bumps Bucky’s and you hope he doesn’t hear your breath stall. You try to smile. “Makes me feel better when I need to fill that hole in my heart.”

“With cholesterol?” he jokes.

“Yes. It’s excellent. It’s like spackle.” As he laughs and you roll your eyes, you push off the counter to stand straight. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Yeah?”

You hum. “I’m seeing an apartment I want tomorrow and need the rent lowered. And you’re the Winter Soldier.”

He considers that for a moment and you burst into laughter just as his eyes narrow into a fond glare. “You want me to scare them into lowering the rent?”

“Don’t think of it as you scaring them,” you begin, rounding the counter to stand next to him, hip leant against the marble, “think of it as you being an amazing friend and helping me.” A moment later you add, “By scaring them.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. He glances at the bowl to avoid the risk of staring at you for too long. “Fine.”

You grin. “You really take no convincing.”

A snort and he meets your gaze. “Only when it comes to you. I’m afraid you’ll start crying again.”

“So I could ask you for anything and you’d probably say yes?”

He shrugs a bit, then nods. Who is he kidding? You could ask for his right arm and he’d give it to you.

“Okay. Go on a date with me then.”

There’s a pause— in the conversation, in his chest. “A what?”

“A date. It’s like dinner, or coffee, or a movie, or something.” You grin when he takes half a step in your direction and his hands grip onto the counter at either side of you. “It’s this thing people do when they like each other.”

Something much more than like is in the sparkling of your eyes and the tilt of your head. Something that might match exactly what’s in his eyes whenever he’s around you. His insides burn at the thought.

“I know what a date is.”

“They had those back in your day?”

He nods and leans forward. “Not from the Stone Ages.”

Your lips brush lightly against his, hand set on his chest to feel the rapid beating beneath. You smile and he thinks he might melt. “Could’ve fooled me with that hair.”

Laughing, he presses his lips to yours a little harder.

—

Apartment littered with unpacked boxes, misplaced books, and askew furniture, you sit on top of the counter where Bucky works. He’s twirling a knife through his metal fingers, arranging sprigs of chives on the cutting board with the flesh ones. 

He smiles when he catches you staring at the pan cooling on the stove. “S’not done yet.”

You sigh. Loudly, heavily. “You took it out of the oven. That means it’s done.”

“It needs to cool for a few minutes or you’ll burn off your taste buds. You want to burn off your taste buds?”

“You want to burn off your taste buds?” you repeat in a high-pitched, taunting voice. You’re scowling and, somehow, look to be on the verge of snatching the knife from him to stab it through his chest. “Maybe I do.”

Less than a minute later, you groan and add, “I don’t care how good you are in bed. I’m about ten seconds from dumping you.”

Swiftly, he chops the chives and turns around to sprinkle a bit into the baking dish. “You know, most people would say thank you.”

“Most people don’t have to wait an hour while their boyfriend attempts to make mac and cheese when there’s a perfectly good box in the freezer that would take four minutes.”

“It’s worth it.”

In all honesty, he doesn’t know if it’s worth it. 

He’d asked Sam for a recipe and did his best to follow it despite the autocorrect which had changed “gruyere” to “grape year.” But he trusts it since Sam generally knows what he’s doing in the kitchen. Unlike Steve who had continuously attempted to chime in with useless suggestions such as, “Maybe don’t add the paprika.”

“Just trust me,” he urges as if replying to the growling of your stomach which has interrupted his search for the plates he could’ve sworn he’d unpacked. He’s crouched and searching the lower cabinets as he adds, “You’ll fall in love with me after you try it.” 

“Who says I haven’t already?” 

He stops searching.

He peeks his head above the edge of the counter and, his eyes wide, he sees you pulling two plates from a box placed on the small nook table. Your smile is small and a bit sheepish— the latter something he’d never seen from you. 

“You never took them out,” you tell him, the clatter of ceramic on the wooden surface loud when you set the plates down. As you approach and he stands to his full height, you sigh and roll your eyes at the look he gives you. “Yes, I love you. It can’t be that shocking.”

“It isn’t.” 

“Someone should tell your face that.”

Chuckling over the heavy thumps in his chest, he leans forward to kiss you but pauses just to say, “I love you, too, by the way.” 

When an empty dish sits between the two of you, Bucky’s stomach warm and full of over three-quarters of it, you stand from the table and walk to the freezer. 

Shooting a smile over your shoulder, you grab the familiar red box and toss it into the stainless steel trash can. Steph Curry at the NBA Finals. “I’m never eating that shit again.”

[luvspence]

darling, you’re the one i want

spencer reid x reader

{im not quite sure this is how a song fic works but this is basically stolen from paper rings by taylor swift, i’m using the lyrics as like prompt one liner things?????? idk bare with me}

- 1,3,4 are mainly fluff but 2 is a lot of fighting and bickering

——-

i want to drive away with you

“do you ever feel”

you took a pause in the middle of your thought, spencer spun around in his chair to face you

“indeed, i do feel”

“shut up i’m thinking” you said as you laughed and slapped him on the arm

“do you ever feel like, trapped? like boxed in almost”

he chewed on the end of his pen

“i guess? elaborate”

“well, i love my life. i have no regrets. but sometimes i feel like just running into the streets and screaming and keep running and never stopping? just fleeing in a sense”

“yeah, i get that. sort of an intrusive liberating type thought”

“exactly” you said tapping your finger to yourself head, a few seconds of silence passed before you spoke again

“i want to drive away with you”

spencer looked at you in confusion

“you’re all i need, seriously. i love everything in our lives right now i do, but i could go without all of it, besides you”

he rolled his chair up next to your and caught your hand in his

“i’d get up right now, keys in the ignition, and i’d drive into nowhere with you y/n. you’re it for me”

——

i want your complications too

you chased spencer up the stair way

“spencer!”

he turned around

“listen to me would you? every time i open my mouth it seems that you turn off your ears”

“i’m all ears y/l/n” he said, giving you more attitude than necessary, but you were having a hard time getting through to him

“that was unbelievably stupid! you could’ve gotten yourself killed! spencer this isn’t the first time, let alone the second, let alone the 7th time you’ve put yourself in harms way! this is so dumb spencer you understand this shit but you still are reckless! and don’t give me that crap about calculated risks”

you were fuming at him

“so what i’m alive, so is our victim what more do you want?”

“why are you turning this on me? i don’t want shit from you spencer! it’s not what i want! it’s your life! my god i shouldn’t have to justify to my colleague, god to my friend why i care about them being alive!”

“well i am alive. so i don’t know why you’re so bothered y/n it’s like your my mother or something” he said as he continued walking up the stair case

“no, you don’t get to do that. you don’t get to put your life on the line and then treat me like i’m the irrational one. painting me as the villain when i only just care about you”

“why do you care so much?”

“because i’m your friend?! because i love you?!”

he ignored you and resumed walking up the stairs

“you know what spencer? it’s because i love you. it’s because i love you so much that it affects my sleep. so much that i always make you coffee when you come in. so much that no matter what i’m doing, where i’m doing or who i’m doing it with, you’re always on my mind. the problem is spencer, not that i love you, that i’m IN love with you. and even at that you can’t seem to let me in. so i don’t know what the fuck to do anymore”

a tear fell down your cheek as you slammed the door and left

spencer standing dead in his tracks on the stair case. honestly wanting to vomit

-

you spent the rest of your day scream crying. so many emotions that you couldn’t quite process anything

you were laying on your couch, radio head on your phone, dried tears on your cheeks when your heard the doorbell ring

you go and open it

spencer

“hi”

“hi?”

you stood in your doorway, looking at each other with swollen eyes

silence, 2 seemingly frozen bodies

until spencer opened his mouth

“look, i’m sorry.”

“yeah me too”

you were sick of him, sick of how he couldn’t communicate, of how blind he could be. but something about his face was so so good. you were about to shut the door in frustration before spencer started to speak again 

“and with what you said, about the love thing...”

he took a big gulp 

“i do too. i love you too. i mean i’m in love with you too”

what. the. fuck.

between the shock and the upset you were feeling, there was little part of your heart that warmed when he said those words. you opened your mouth to speak but spencer cut you off

“and i just wanted to say that because i uh i owe you the truth always. regardless. but anyway, i don’t think we should pursue that though”

you stood in your doorway in shock

you didn’t know if you wanted to fight him, cry, or vomit

probably all of the above

you were blank, nothing came to your mouth. you tried to speak, tried to scream , but the only thing that came out was 

“what?”

“i’m no good for you, you deserve someone who can be perfect for you. you deserve that truly. and i can’t be that. so i’m sorry but that’s just how it is. i just want you to be happy. you don’t deserve a guy that you have to yell at in stairways, that makes you cry until your eyes swell shut, a guy that cant reconcile his emotions for crap or can’t communicate or anything that i am. so im sorry, but i think this is what’s best for you.”  he stuck his hands in his pants

“so bye i guess”

you were paralyzed, a surplus of information hitting you all at once. you couldn’t quite process it but you knew you couldn’t just let him walk away

“you’re idiotic” you shouted as he was about to get on the elevator

“i’m what now?”

“idiotic. no ones buying the ‘i’m not a nice guy’ crap”

“it’s not crap, it’s true. i’m no good for you”

“oh please spencer you’re acting like this is your villian orgin story. first off, who do you think you even are? i’m an adult i don’t need a white man who doesn’t know how to brush his hair to tell me whats ‘good for me’”

“i’m just looking out for you”

“okay, thanks, but i’m a big girl spencer i know how to take care of myself. and even so i don’t even think thats what this is about. you know what i think? i think that you’re too scared to admit that you don’t feel the same way. which is fine by the way, but if you’re to scared to face the reality of whatever your feeling and youre covering it by turning it on me? by saying that ‘i’m too good for you’ thats fucked up and thats that spencer.”

you caught your breath and continued 

“because spencer i know you’re pulling all this shit about not being good for me but is that even true? spencer reid we’re perfect for eachother. in every way. and if you’re blind to that than whatever, but i don’t want you to lie to try and tiptoe around my feelings”

“ever since you walked into the bau y/n ive loved you. every word you’ve ever said to me get played on repeat in my head. i love you i would want nearly nothing but to be with you y/n. i love you that much. that’s why i’m trying to our myself above what i want and above whatever so that you can be the happiest you can be. it’s just that i don’t want to hurt you. you don’t deserve that. i never want you to hurt ever. and i can only prevent that by taking myself out of the picture”

“spencer, when i said i love you. it means all of you. i want every side to spencer reid. i want your complications too. it’s all worth it spencer because you’re the one for me”

you two stood there for a couple minutes. it was the longest and shortest time of your life. spencer eventually took a deep sigh and stepped in a step closer to you, looking down at your face

red from the crying, left eye swollen shut, giving him a weak smile

“you’re the one for me”

——

i want your dreary mondays

“thursday”

“no?! the worst day of the week is monday obviously”

“monday is underrated in my opinion”

you were conversing with spencer while walking through the park after dinner

“monday is the worst, it’s so hard after the two perfect days of rest to return the mundane process of life”

“sure”

“so thursday? story behind that?”

-

“hey have you seen spence?” you asked around the office, only getting head shakes

it was the monday after a long weekend, and spencer has had a less than ideal day

just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, spilt hot coffee on his pants, forgot his satchel at hole

you searched around for him, when you realized

when spencer was overwhelmed or stressed or sad or anything like that, he retreated to the basement file room

no one ever went down there, and there was a closet with a couch in it that was good for taking mid day breaks

you ran down the stairs, opening the door to the closet and sure enough spencer was there

“hey”

“hi”

he wiped his hand across his face, presumably for a tear

“what’s up spence?”

you said scooting next to him on the closet couch

“having a monday”

“i’m sorry to hear that, what’s going on”

“well besides the coffee incident and satchel problem...” he began to rant about how his day was going less than ideal. when he stopped abruptly

“hey, you don’t need to listen to this”

“i dont have to, but i want to”

“are you sure? i’d hate to bore you with my bad day”

“come on spence, i want your dreary mondays something you gotta recognize, is that you’re such an incredible person, that your bad days are better than most people’s best.”

“yeah, perspective right. my worst days are someone’s best”

“yeah, but don’t ever feel invalidated abt your bad days, you always deserve to feel upset, and i’ll always be here to listen to it”

“god i love you”

—-

wrap your arms around me baby boy

spencer wasn’t a touchy person

germaphobe habits

but something about you, he was magnetic to you

no matter what it was, on the jet, in the office, while in line at the grocery store, anywhere and everywhere he always had you in a hug

coming up behind you while you were cooking, wrapping his arms around the back of your neck while you were working

he adored you, and you adored him

after a case, the team decided to hit the local bar, nearing the end of the night, they started to play slower stuff

slower jazzier beats, the dj came on and said

“okay you couples! get up there”

a few couples hand gone up, you were tugging on spencer’s arm to accompany you up there

“well if you don’t go you know morgan will”

derek raised an eyebrow at him, and before you knew it he was dragging you on stage.

poor spencer didn’t know how to dance correctly, he was standing so far from you. hands in each other’s hands like middle schoolers

“jeez spence, wrap your arms around me”

you grabbed his hands, positioning them on your waist, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and leaned into his chest

swaying back and forth, as the sinatra echoed the other the bar and the click of garcias camera could be heard

and in that moment, nothing felt better or more right, than dancing in spencer reids arms