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cookiepie111 · 2 years ago

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Flowers For My Valentine

A/n: where the boys give both traditional and untraditional bouquets/flowers. Sorry, Killer. I couldn't think of anything for him😭 not proofread. Let me know which one is your favourite!

Features sanji, Law, Zoro, Corazon, luffy and Kid x (black) fem reader

Sanji-

A giant bouquet!! A basket bouquet that's spilling with all kinds of flowers roses, peonies, camellias!! like a scene from a movie he's running towards you with flowers all round. Of course that's only one of the many bouquets you'll get this valentines week

Late in the evening, Sanji is in the kitchen, gently rolling modelling chocolate out, shaping the thin disks of chocolate into Petels. Eyes focus on wrapping each one around the chocolate dipped strawberries. When each strawberry is wrapped, he pulls them together and wraps them. He's excited and nervous to give these to you. A show of his love, a product of his own hands just for you, he put his everything into this gift. He couldn't think a better gift to you.

Law-

Working at the hospital means long hours, he knew he'd be late but he thought he was prepared. Making a stop at the florist in the morning to buy your bouquet, so he could make it to you quickly after work at 9.

But plans never go right, now it's 9:48, and he's just done with work. Flowers in hand and running down the street. Shit, he's always making you wait. This is the one time he should be there. It's fine he still has your gift... and you're in sight! "Y/n-ya!" You're so happy to see him!

"Law, its okay you didn't have to rush I know you're busy with work" what did he do to deserve someone do understanding.

"Here happy valentines Day" bringing the bouquet up to you,what he wasn't expecting with the confused look on your face

"umm law? What happened?" "

What do you mean? Gone... The flowers were gone. All that was left in his hands were a few broken stems, most with their flowers buds. 'FUCK!?'

All that running and the bouquet was ruined "y/n-" "Hey, this one is still good!" You said, pulling the tulip out." Law was dishevelled, hair a mess 'she liked it, I guess that's enough' he thought,he let out a sigh of relief looking up, wait when did you get so tall, oh he's floor. All that running, he's had an asthma attack. He can hear you're panicking above him, though he can only make out your blurry outline. Guess he's spending valentines Day in the hospital after all.. well, at least he can look forward to you being his nurse.

Zoro-

What was zoro supposed to give you!? You were a florist for goodness sake!? No supermarket flowers would be good for you. Would you even want flowers? You spend all day with them,would he even be able to get the right kind? These thoughts consumed him for almost a week. Shit should he even bother....

In the early hours of the morning, you're setting up the shop when the door chime rings, "we're not open yet - Zoro!"

Any other day he'd happy to see your bright smile but today it made him falter, his eyes looking everywhere but you. He didn't want to see your smile drop when you saw his gift.

"I'm so glad to se- oof." Zoro's hands quickly moved in front of you.

"Here Happy valentines day" it took a minute to process everything, but here, your boyfriend was blushing nervously all over a valentines Day gift! For Zoro, this felt like too long. He wasn't the sappy type but just wanted to do something for you- 'Oh, you're smiling.' Your face lit up, jumping happily at the man

"A bonzi tree! Zoro I can't believe it thank you!" Planting kisses all of the man. You loved it, a wave of relief washed of zoro, feeling his jaw and shoulders relax

A few months later. " I love you very much, you're going to grow up strong, you're the cutest swordsman ever!" You would say kind words to the tree whenever you had the chance supposedly to help it grow faster. Of course , hose words were meant for Zoro too , but he didn't know if he should be proud or jealous of the tree.

Corazon-

Corazon had planned a valentines date with you at the botanical garden. He couldn't think of a more romantic place!

That memory was far away now. It had been a difficult week, his brother was on his antics again, and Law was stressed,busy with school. When law's stressed, so is he. Now pacing around his room until he tripped. Thinking to himself "... I should just stay here for a bit. " Pulling his body up from the floor, he saw up he a photo."It must have fallen out." A photo, from the botanical garden..... corazon felt all the stress melt away from him as his goofey grin returned on his face. How much joy you brought him. Seeing you like happy, a wide smile across your face surrounded by the greenery, it squeezes on his heart. Yes, the week may have been bad, but at least he had your smiling face to get him through it.

Luffy-

Whenever Luffy saw flowers he liked, he'd shove them into his pockets to give to you later. The issue was that he wouldn't always see you right away.

Sabo found a bunch of wilting flowers when doing the laundry and asked luffy what the flowers were for "oh they're for y/n!" He smiled so brightly ,sabo's heart ached for this brother.

"Well they're wilting I don't think you can give these to her now" luffy pouted, he knew he couldn't give them to you now but seeing those flowers you loved reminded him of you. Sabo spoke up "hey here what we'll do...."

The two brothers sat at a table with glue, paper scraps, and all sorts of felt scattered about. It looked like arts and crafts time

"Hey, but I like this picture of us better!" Luffy shouted "alright just stick it down. " The two spent the afternoon decorating some photos of the couple with dried flowers that luffy had collected that week. Even with his best efforts, Sabo couldn't keep the picture clean. He could see how messy it was getting. "Where did he get the glitter from!?" But luffy couldn't be happier, lifting the picture frame to the high."She's gonna love it!"

Kid-

Kid had made a fuss about valentines a week before. "Don't expect any flowers from me! I don't do all that sappy shit. " But here, Kid was handing you a bouquet of your favourite plushies. "Aww, Kid, this is so sweet! Are you getting soft? " You grinned poking at him.

"Whatever" he said, avoiding your eyes. He was right, though, no flowers, but this was even better. You couldn't wait to put them in your room, wait... "Kid ..did you hot glue these on???? Kid, how am I supposed to take the plushie off!"

Kid didn't think that far, and honestly, he was regretting not watching the youtube video like Killer said ... he thought it couldn't be that hard(his toxic trait is thinking that he can make everything cause since he's good at metal work. He can't) shit he was panicking now. What good would they be ripped up. He moved to grab the bouquet from you. "Wait y-"

"You spent a lot of time on this, didn't you, Kid?" your eyes softened, looking down at the cute packaging of the bouquet. The paper was rumbled and creased from failed folding. You giggled to yourself, 'I'm sure he spent all night working on this.' " Thank you, don't worry, I can sow them back up, thank you"

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #sanji #sanji x reader #law x reader #zoro x reader #corazon #corazon x reader #luffy #luffy x reader #kidd #kidd x reader #x black reader #sanji x black reader #one piece x y/n

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sunoksunny · 2 years ago

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enhypen as love tropes (hyung line)

enhypen hyung line as love tropes!

genre: fluff, love tropes

warnings: none

word count: 0.9k (960)

Lee Heeseung

High school sweethearts

I can definitely see heeseung in a sweet little lovely dovey high school sweethearts kind of thing

You two would start dating in sophomore year after the both of you had been crushing on each other THE ENTIRE FRESHMAN YEAR

And somehow everyone knew but you two

It started in freshman bio when the teacher put the two of you next to each other

But both of you were wayyyy too shy to actually say anything

So you two would just glance (stare) at each other until the other saw

But when he finally did ask you out

(in sophomore year after a full year of pining from both of you)

Everyone was so excited, they were like “finally we don't have to hear about you gushing about each other anymore”

Oh how wrong they were

You give each other heart eyes in the hallways and blow kisses at each other

Your friends always fake gag at the two of you

But deep down everyone thinks your relationship is really sweet

You definitely get voted cutest couple

read the rest below the cut!

Park Jongseong

Destiny

As much as we think of jay as a romantic guy

I think he would truly mean it when he says the two of you are made for each other

He would believe that the two of you meeting and your relationship is fate

Jay can’t see what the two of you have in any other way

You balance each other out perfectly

You compensate for where he lacks and he does the same for you

You aren’t a good public speaker? He excels at public speaking

You are a great drawer? He can’t draw to save his life

You love to bake? He loves to cook

Even the way to two of you met was like something out of a romance novel

You had dropped something and he was a stranger who picked it up for you

When the your eyes locked and your hands brushed by each other when you went to grab your stuff, it felt like fireworks were going off

It might sound sappy or whatever, but for Jay it really was love at first sight

He would describe the two of you as perfect for each other

Sometimes at night when you are already asleep

He thanks the stars and whoever is listening in the universe for making you his destiny

Sim Jaeyun

Loud boy x quiet girl

When jake first found out you were so quiet

He made it his personal mission to get you to speak comfortably with him

He figured that it wouldnt take that much effort

Yet for some reason every time he tried to talk to you,,, you just ignored him (he was flabbergasted tbh)

The more and more he tried to find ways to talk to you, the more he noticed how pretty you were and your cute little habits

like the way you furrowed your eyebrows when the teacher said something you didnt understand

or the way you puffed out your cheeks when you were focused

One day when jake just wouldn't stop pestering you to listen to him tell this one story, you finally sighed and turned to him, showing him that you were actually listening

He got flustered and you just kinda raised your eyebrow and told him to go on

He smiled so damn bright and told his story with that dopey grin on his face the whole time (you had to hold back your own smile just from seeing his)

At the end of the story, he scooted a little closer to you and was like “so,,, would you wanna go get coffee with me later? This new place just opened up downtown and i think it would be really cool to go check-”

“Sure, i’ll go with you”

You kinda just cut him off because he had already talked your ear off, but you cant admit that you did enjoy his company

Park Sunghoon

Best friend’s brother

Falling for your best friend’s brother almost felt like a sin

You saw him almost every time you went over to your friend’s house

It was funny to see the two of them always bickering

You and him never really paid much attention to each other at first, even though he was around your age

Until one day when your friend left to two of you alone together while she went to go get something

It was the most awkward you had ever felt in your life

The two of you just kinda stared at each other until she came back

Later that day when just her and you were hanging out she randomly turned to you

“You should date my brother, you two would be cute together”

You choked on air

“What????” you were beyond confused

She just shrugged and was like “I just think your personalities go well together and i’m pretty sure he has a crush on you anyways. Just think about it, okay?”

Oh you thought about it alright

The more you thought about it, the more you realized how much you had grown fond of him, Sunghoon was funny, smart, and oh god was he handsome

And then you realized you liked Sunghoon. Park Sunghoon, your best friend’s brother

The next day when you went over to your best friend’s house again, she had a big smile on her face like she was plotting something

She suddenly called out to someone behind her and you heard footsteps approaching the two of you

And low and behold, it’s the boy you had been thinking about, with flowers and a nervous smile

“Do you wanna go out with me? My sister is okay with it, so you don’t have to worry”

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verfound · 1 year ago

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 1: Autumn (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

...I was gonna do these, and then I wasn't gonna do em, and then work life flipped off creative life and here I am, joining the fun at @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers's late. Using the Ghostober 2021 prompts here. Just having fun. 👀

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To Feel Alive Again: Day 1: Autumn

A chill breeze whispered through the street, nipping at the edges of exposed skin peeking out from coats and scarves. Marinette pulled her own coat – a lumpy, gray thing she had lifted off a reap a few weeks back – and tried not to scowl.

She used to love this time of year. Before.

The changing of the seasons meant a new wardrobe. Layers of material, vibrant splashes of color, boots and hats and scarves – so many accessories. She used to have the cutest peacoat, made from a deep burgundy wool that always kept her warm on the coldest fall days. She had embroidered a swirl of leaves around the hem in a rich gold thread, and she had even found golden buttons shaped like maple leaves to line the front. She had been so proud of that coat. She’d lived in it every fall for years.

…she hadn’t died in it, though.

She’d died in the spring.

When it was too warm for such a heavy coat.

She supposed it was funny, in a way. Before, the fall – a season marked by death – had always brought a new life to her, but the spring – the season for life and renewal – had brought with it her death.

Now she saw it everywhere.

It was hard to love things anymore. In the After.

“You’re still allowed to love things,” Théo had said, not unkindly, one morning over breakfast. It was a rare moment of seriousness for him, and if she hadn’t been in such a foul mood she might have appreciated it. Instead, she hunkered down deeper in the gray coat she hated and stared – glared – out the window. She hummed, not really agreeing or disagreeing. She didn’t see the way Luka glanced up at her from his coffee, a small frown playing at the edges of his mouth.

She did see the large, chunky sweater folded on the foot of her bed when she came home a week later, though.

“…Fred, what…did you leave this here?” she called, her hands trembling as she held the sweater up. It was obviously handmade – not as good as she could make, but absolutely perfect in its little imperfections. The stitches pulled just a little too tight or a little too loose, the slightly uneven ribbing along the neck, the braiding that hadn’t been blocked properly zigzagging down the front…it spoke of time, and care, and things Marinette hadn’t let herself think about in far too long. And it was soft, the yarn used to make it obviously high quality. She knew just how much a sweater like this would cost – more than she could dream of affording these days, when she was still struggling to hold down an after-death job.

“Hmm?” Fred called, popping his head in the room. When he saw the sweater, his eyebrows lifted. “Ah, that? No, it wasn’t me. Luka dropped it off while you were out. Said something about pink suiting you?”

Marinette’s head jerked up, surprised, but Fred was just smiling at you.

“You’re still allowed to love things, Marinette,” he said, inclining his head towards her. “You’re still allowed to feel.”

She looked back at the sweater, her lips pursed and her eyes burning with tears she refused to shed, and didn’t answer. Fred sighed and flipped his hat onto his head, nodding at her.

“I’m off,” he said, tipping his hat at her. “Make sure you eat tonight, kid, all right?

…he probably hadn’t meant a mug of hot chocolate and a plate of macarons, but as she hunkered down in the nicest sweater she had ever worn and watched her old favorite sappy movie on the cracked tv…well.

At least when you’re dead you don’t have to worry about calories.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #luka couffaine #fred haprele #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #lbsc october minifics 2023 #ml fic #ver fic #lovebugs-and-snakecharmers #prompt fic #established character death #angst #dead like me au #dlm au #to feel alive again

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slasherhaven · 3 years ago

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Hi! Could we possibly get some slasher's reacting to their S/O giving them really sappy pet-names? (Like "pumpkin", "love", "sweetiepie", etc?) The idea of big murder men getting called "teddy-bear" or something is just really funny to me <3

Mixed this with another request for ‘random compliments’!

The Slashers reacting to a S/O giving them Sappy Pet-Names and random Compliments:

Thomas Hewitt

Pet-names

When you first started using pet-names, Thomas found it very endearing but they always managed to make him flustered.

Your pet-names only got sappier, each new pet-name making Thomas blush.

He loves them, he just thinks you’re sweet, and that they’re sweet.

Luda May also thinks your pet-names for Tommy are really sweet. Hoyt teases you both about it, though...but who cares what he thinks.

Compliments

Any and all of your compliments make Tommy smile, and sometimes get a little flustered.

You give the compliments so randomly that they nearly always catch him off guard.

At first they really make him falter for a moment, needing to collect himself while he dwells on your kind words.

Later on he gets a little more used to them, and they just make him smile rather than throwing him off for the whole day.

One time you told him that he had pretty eyes, and he just melted. The compliment surprised him but it meant a lot to him.

Michael Myers

Pet-names

Acts fairly disinterested and unbothered.

However, he is a surprised and even a little amused by them.

He’s Michael Myers, the Shape, evil personified, and here you are calling him by the cutest of pet-names.

He doesn’t understand how you can refer to him as such things but he allows it.

He becomes used to them and becomes suspicious when you refer to him by his actual name.

Compliments

He has a similar feeling about the compliments as he does about the pet-names.

People believe he is the personification of evil, but you clearly don’t think that.

The compliments come so easy and sincerely from you, it’s confusing but he also allows them.

He even starts to become slightly fond of them.

Jason Voorhees

Pet-names

Adores your pet-names, the sappier the better.

He just thinks they’re so sweet and make his heart flutter. They’re adorable and loving and he can’t get enough of them.

He likes if you start using one pet-name more than the others, especially if it’s a more unique one, it feels more personal and he adores it.

Compliments

Any compliments get Jason pretty flustered but in the best way!

He loves them.

He likes the reassurance that he’s being a good partner to you and that you love him.

Anytime you call him handsome, he just melts, feeling all fuzzy from your compliments.

Brahms Heelshire

Pet-names

He likes the more common pet-names like “love” and “sweetheart” but does prefer the cuter pet-names like “sweetie”, “sweetpie”, “sweetpea”.

Absolutely melts when you call him something like “your very own teddy-bear” while you’re cuddling.

Your pet-names just make him smile and feel a little giddy, he loves them!

Compliments

Brahms lives for praise and compliments.

Of course he wants to hear you tell him how handsome he is, how smart he is, how good he is.

Whatever it is, if it’s a compliment, he could listen to them all day.

Bo Sinclair

Pet-names

You’re going to have to be cautious and slow when it comes to pet-names, Bo isn’t going to allow anything too sappy too quickly.

Start with more common pet-names and he’ll let it slide, even liking when you call him “love” or “honey”.

Then you start to throw in the occasional, much sappier, pet-names and Bo will roll his eyes at you.

Really, deep down, Bo think you’re sweet, just adorable, but it’s not a very good look in front of his brothers.

Compliments

The first time you complimented him was when you were watching him work on a car. You didn’t sound like you were in awe or anything, you just saw that he knew what he was doing and had complimented him on it in slightly impressed manner.

He brushes it off.

But then you started complimenting him on other things, starting with a simple “you look nice today” and things like that.

You have to ease Bo into sappier compliments.

He might start of suspicious of your compliments at first but they soon start feeding that ego of his.

Vincent Sinclair

Pet-names

The first time you use any pet-name for him, his head perks up in curiosity, and he’s probably blushing slightly behind his mask.

You can tell that he likes it, so you quickly continue to use them and try new ones.

He just thinks they’re cute and sweet, just like you, and they just feel affectionate. Especially when he realises that you only use those pet-names for him and not his brothers.

Compliments

You mostly compliment him on his artistic skills, but you can’t help it, he’s just so impressive at times!

You’ve compliment his skills since the beginning, and they’ve always filled him with pride, loving to hear your thoughts and compliments.

But your compliments quickly turn to other aspects, whether it be his appearance or personality, all of which he loves just as much.

You just fill him with confidence.

Lester Sinclair

Pet-names

Lester is a little surprised when you start with the pet-names but they make him smile, he likes them.

He thinks they’re cute.

He never gets bored of them, and you just keep throwing out new ones.

He doesn’t care if you refer to him by the pet-names in front of people, happy to have you calling him the sappiest of pet-names in front of strangers, and not caring about the teasing he’s bound to get from Bo.

Compliments

He really doesn’t get complimented much at all, so it’s almost surprising when you start complimenting him, especially when you do so, so sincerely.

Every time you compliment him, he is just beaming.

Bo has definitely asked him “what are you smiling about?” after you had complimented him once. He just can’t help it!

Bubba Sawyer

Pet-names

The more pet-names the better. The sappier, the better.

He loves when you call him “teddy-bear” just because he’s so cuddly. He loves cuddles and he’s more than happy to be your personal teddy-bear.

Every one else in the house hates you both, rolling their eyes at just how cute the two of you are but Bubba couldn’t care less.

Compliments

Please, please, please compliment him. He absolutely loves them.

They make his face turn a little red but he’s practically made giddy by them.

He’s not too used so such sincere (and definitely not such sweet) compliments and praise, but he quickly learns that he loves them.

Billy Lenz

Pet-names

Billy enjoys your cute pet-names, he just loves being called them.

The cuter and sweeter the better, they just make him giddy.

They get him a little flustered, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as his breaks out in a smile.

They’re just so affectionate. You must love him so much to refer to him in such ways so consistently!

Compliments

Your compliments also make him a little flustered, whether you’re talking about how handsome he is or just how wonderful he is.

Once he gets a little red or flustered, you’ll comment on how cute he is, only getting him more flustered.

He lives for your compliments, and if he gets more when he helps you with things (no matter how small) he makes sure to do it more often.

He just wants to hear your pet-names and compliments as much as possible, they never grow old to him.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Pet-names

For the most part, Asa doesn’t really care.

He does think you’re cute and the pet-names are fitting in that way, but he doesn’t care too much about what pet-name you use for him.

If he doesn’t like one, he’ll tell you.

If he prefers one or two more than the others, he tells you.

If he wants you to refer to him as something, he’ll let you know, you don’t need to worry about that.

Compliments

Asa definitely isn’t going to stop you from complimenting him, no matter what you’re complimenting him about.

If you’re feeding his ego and talking him up, he’s going to let you.

Early on, he might be a little suspicious of compliments, but soon realises that you mean every word and then it just makes him smirk to himself.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Pet-names

Jesse doesn’t mind the pet-names. He doesn’t let any sort of ego get in the way of letting his partner call him by sweet pet-names.

He hopes that you feel free to refer to him as such when you feel it suitable to do so.

You’re calling him such things because you love him, who is he to complain?

Plus, he just thinks you’re sweet for it.

He does find some of the sappier pet-names amusing but he’s not going to tell you to stop.

Compliments

Jesse is never going to stop you from complimenting him. While he doesn’t need you to feed his ego, he certainly isn’t going to complain when you do.

He doesn’t really care what you’re complimenting him about, he’ll take it, he just thinks you’re his sweet s/o who likes to show your love for him.

It’s not one-sided either, he compliments you a fair amount as well.

Otis Driftwood

Pet-names

When you first start with the pet-names, it amuses Otis. They’re inappropriately sweet for who he is and the environment you’re all in.

But they’re endearingly sweet and out of place in his life, he doesn’t mind it much.

Acts much more annoyed by them than he actually is when you call him such names in front of other people, but you know how much he doesn’t mind them in private, how you’ve even made him smile a little with them.

Compliments

Absolutely adores when you compliment his ‘artwork’, feeling like you really understand him.

He gets used to the compliments, smirking whenever you give him one.

Honestly likes whenever you compliment him about anything.

He normally throws one back at you, one far more inappropriate than yours, but at long as it gets a reaction out of you.

Baby Firefly

Pet-names

Baby is a fan of pet-names in general, whether they’re playful or sappy.

She already has a few for you but you only encourage her to use more.

It’s almost like a competition of who can come up with the best (arguably worst) pet-names.

If Otis ever hears you both using sappy pet-names, he will roll his eyes and complain. You two are so sappy, it’s gross.

Compliments

Baby eats up all of your compliments.

She tells you to “carry on” when you stop, with a playful smile on her face.

And it’s definitely not one sided, she lays the compliments on thick too.

Yautja (Predator)

Pet-names

Pet-names are new...but he likes them.

Doesn’t quite understand why you’re calling him things like “pumpkin” and “sweetpea”...he is not a vegetable, why are you calling him this?

But he comes to understand that all of these pet-names are terms of endearments, and that’s why he likes it.

Compliments

He sees any of your compliments as some form of praise, which pretty much makes sense, and he loves it.

Purrs with pride whenever you compliment him, it’s endearing.

The best thing to compliment him on is anything to do with his strength and how capable he is, it just fills him with pride knowing that he is a good mate who you are proud of having.

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fqreverwinter · 3 years ago

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Hey I saw that you were looking for requests! Could you make a little one shot of the reader where she and Peter are in the same class and she sees her talking with one of her friends about her friends date? And once she’s done talking with her friend she immediately shuts herself out from the world and seems pretty down. And she catches peter staring at her and she gets nervous, so she leaves and peter finds her and asks her what’s wrong and then they confess to each other?(I was thinking that the reason why the reader is said, is because her fiend went on a cute date with a cute guy and she wishes she could have that with Peter, but she thinks that Peter doesn’t like her because she’s a really outgoing person and annoys people sometimes when she’s just being herself. If that makes sense? I’m sorry if this is kind of confusing) Also, thank you for taking the time to read this, I know that you were looking for mini one shots to write but I still appreciate you taking the time out of your day to make people happy, we need more people like you in the world ❤️❤️ (sorry if that was sappy haha 😅)

no this is so sweet!!! i love this idea! and i appreciate ur message omfg thank u <3

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valentine

relationship: peter parker x fem!reader (although i imagined mcu!peter!!)

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“So he ended up getting me the flowers and the teddy bear!” your best friend Katie exclaimed, making you laugh.

“What are you supposed to do with something that big?” you asked through a smile.

“Honestly, it’s just sitting in the living room. I have no idea how it’s gonna fit in my room. God, I just wish guys didn’t think that girls want all this sappy stuff. I have so many useless gifts at this point,” she complained with an eye roll.

“At least you get dates,” you muttered under your breath. Katie didn’t hear you, and she just went back to obsessing over how she got the captain of the football team to ask her to the upcoming spring formal.

Your mind drifted. You couldn’t stand another minute of Katie going on and on about boys. You didn’t care about boys—except for one specific boy: Peter Parker. Sweet, shy, genius Peter Parker.

You had a crush on him for years. In your eyes, he was the cutest guy in school. His social awkwardness should’ve turned you off, but it made him even more charming to you. But you weren’t even sure if Peter knew you; sure, you were decently popular, but he never seemed to acknowledge your presence. It broke your heart into pieces.

As your thoughts continued to wander, Katie finally wrapped up her rant. You were brought back to reality when she said, “So that’s why I landed on Jake.”

“Cool,” you said with a nod, pretending to know what she was talking about.

“Anyways,” she said with a sigh. “I gotta go return this book to the library. Wanna come with me?”

You shook your head, “I have some calculus to get done.”

“Suit yourself,” Katie replied. “See you at lunch.”

You waved as she went up to the teacher for a pass. You felt yourself retreat inside your head. Usually, you liked to be loud and outgoing, jumping on your friends and making silly comments. But when Katie was around, she made you feel drained. You loved her, but she had this little way of always trying to be better than everyone. It wore you out to no end.

While staring at your blank math homework, you felt someone staring at you. You turned around to catch Peter’s brown eyes looking at you. He quickly turned away, however, and acted like nothing happened. Your heart beat doubled.

Was he really looking at me? you thought.

Nerves overcame you. You cleared your throat and closed your notebook, deciding to go for a walk to clear your mind. You got a pass from your teacher and rushed out of the classroom. You exhaled as soon as you stepped outside.

You wandered down the hallway for a few seconds then decided to go to your locker. As you arrived, you felt someone behind you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You turned to, once again, see Peter Parker looking at you. He stood right next to you, a look of concern on his face.

“Uh—Yeah, yeah,” you stuttered with a dismissive wave. “I’m fine. Why?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted with a shrug. “You just seemed a little—upset. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you sighed, leaning against your locker. “It’s just Katie problems.”

“I thought you guys were friends.”

“We are. She can just be a little…much, sometimes. Like today she was going on and on about her date yesterday and all the gifts she’s gotten from guys. I can’t stand hearing all of that in one sitting.”

Peter laughed, “Yeah, Valentine’s Day really brings out the most obnoxious side of people.”

“I know right! Like I don’t care about your date or your exes or—Anything! Katie just wants to brag that she has a boyfriend and I don’t.”

“Didn’t Flash ask you out?”

You groaned, “Flash makes my brain hurt. I’d never go anywhere with him. Besides, I kinda have my eyes set on someone else.”

“Oh?” Peter said with a surprised look. “May I ask who?”

“Oh—Uh,” you said sheepishly. “God, this is gonna sound so bad but it’s—.”

“—You,” you and Peter said simultaneously. Your eyes widened as his lips curved into a smile.

“Wh-What?” you stuttered. “You…like me?”

“Of course I do,” he confessed. “I just didn’t think you’d like me back.”

“I felt the same way!” you gasped. “I thought you’d think I was obnoxious and annoying or something. I’ve been too scared to say something to you.”

“I thought you’d think I was a geek,” Peter said with a laugh.

“Well, you are a geek, but that doesn’t matter to me.”

“Really?” he said with a smile.

“Really,” you repeated. “And it feels so good to finally get that off my chest.”

“So, uh—Can I take you out then? For Valentine’s Day?”

“That was yesterday,” you said with a laugh. “But sure. We can call it an anti-Valentine’s Day date.”

“Perfect. I’ll uh, pick you up at seven?”

“I’ll be waiting, Parker,” you said with a smile as the bell rang. Feeling a rush of confidence, you leaned in and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. Peter looked at you with blown eyes and a rosy blush. You felt your own cheeks heat up, but you kept your cool.

You adjusted your backpack on your shoulder and turned to go to your next class, while Peter stood there, still in shock.

With a giggle, you added, “And don’t be late.”

#peter parker #spiderman #imagine #marvel #oneshot #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #tom holland spiderman #tobey maguire #andrew garfield #spider man no way home #marvel imagine #request #peter parker fluff #andrew!peter fluff #tom!peter parker #tom!peter x reader

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favefandomimagines · 4 years ago

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Happens For A Reason (d.s.)

Summary: after rudy breaks up with you for elaine, you’re thrusted into the arms of none other than drew starkey.

AN: i wanna marry drew starkey and idk why it took me so long to write for him

also: i know rudy and elaine wouldn’t be the kind of people to do this, this is entirely a work of fiction! no hate to either of them, especially elaine!

You saw it coming. That was the worst part about your ever so subtle break up with Rudy. It was subtle to the fans but you, and everyone else, saw it coming. The second Elaine came into the picture, it was a matter of time before everything went to hell.

You had been dating Rudy since a few weeks after Outer Banks started shooting in May 2019. Now seeing as its April 2020, the rumor mill hadn’t stopped since Elaine’s numerous posts of Rudy.

Drew had known Rudy was going to break up with you for Elaine for a few days and it was killing him not to tell you.

Rudy had confided in him that the relationship with you just wasn’t working anymore. He said he loved you but he couldn’t stay with you when he had feelings for someone else.

Drew told Rudy it was going to hurt your regardless and Rudy just couldn’t accept that he was going to cause you pain.

But then it happened. And the worst part was that you didn’t yell, swear at him or get angry. You were quiet, though he could see the tears brimming in your eyes.

“That’s it? Just, ‘okay?’ You’re not going to yell at me?” Rudy asked you. “I knew this was coming. You and her had been inseparable for months. I was just in the way.” You said sadly. “I still love you, Y/N.” He said. “Not like I love you though.” You replied.

A solemn silence fell upon the apartment as you sat down on your couch. “I think you should go.” You said quietly, quickly wiping the tears from your cheeks so he wouldn’t see.

Of course he felt guilty. He never wanted to hurt you and yet he ended up doing so by making you feel like you were in the way.

You sat on your couch, bringing your knees into your chest to make yourself feel calm. You were on the edge of a full blown panic attack because you felt like you weren’t good enough.

Your boyfriend broke up with you for another girl. What did she have that you didn’t? Aside from Rudy now.

After a few minutes passed by, there was a knock on your apartment door. Whoever it was, you didn’t feel like the company.

Drew left Rudy’s apartment and quickly went to your’s the second his friend returned. He could tell by the look on Rudy’s face that you probably weren’t in the best state of mind.

He knocked on your door and waited for you to answer but that never came.

“Y/N, I have a key so I’m just going to come in anyways.” Drew said from the other side of the door. You didn’t move though. Not feeling like removing yourself from the comfort of your couch.

The door opened and Drew stepped inside, seeing you clinging to yourself on the couch. “Y/N,” He started, walking towards you with haste. He sat down beside you and pulled your distraught figure into his chest.

He held you close as you silently cried to him. “Why wasn’t I good enough?” You asked. Mostly as a rhetorical question but Drew needed to tell you that you were wrong.

“Y/N, you are more than good enough. Rudy’s an idiot and I know one day he’s going to regret ever letting you go.” Drew told you.

In the moment, you didn’t believe him. You thought you’d always be second best.

Over the next few weeks, a whirlwind of things happened to you. You began to realize that your relationship with Rudy was simply because you felt like it was right for you to be together. Your characters on the show were love interests, so of course lines were going to blur.

Outer Banks had been picked up for season 2 but amidst the pandemic, no one knew when filming would start.

And you and Drew had started going out. It started slow, him not wanting to rush you or make you feel like you had to go out with him just because he had feelings for you. But the pandemic had other ideas; the two of you ended up being on lockdown at his apartment.

But neither of you were complaining. You got what you could from your place before hunkering down at Drew’s.

It started out as you sleeping on the couch and various nights of binge watching Netflix. You didn’t tell Madison or Madelyn, in fear of it getting around. The only person Drew told was Austin. Mainly because he had waited so long to be with you he needed to tell someone.

But fans started to notice. Your instagram pictures had the same background as some of Drew’s lives. You’d post a story of a movie and an hour later, Drew would do the same.

Eventually you moved from the couch to Drew’s bed (not sexually). You and Drew got unbelievably close and soon it was time to make it official.

And it was the happiest you had been in quite a long time. Finally you were in a relationship where you didn’t feel second best or as if you weren’t good enough. Drew made sure you knew that you would always be the first choice.

Outer Banks was finally back to filming in Charleston and you were thrilled. You hadn’t seen any of your cast mates since before the pandemic.

You and Drew had arrived shortly after everyone else and met them at Chase’s apartment that night. After the daily COVID test you all would have to endure.

“We’re here!” You greeted as you stepped into the apartment, Drew’s hand wrapped tightly around yours.

Madison and Madelyn ran to you and hugged you tightly, one that you happily returned. “I missed you! Where have you been? You and Drew went AWOL for like two weeks.” Madelyn said.

“We had a little getaway for a bit before all the craziness started. Wanted a little relaxation just the two of us.” You answered. “Seriously you guys are the cutest couple ever. Instagram won’t stop talking about you two.” Madison said. “It’s been, what, five months?” Madelyn asked.

You nodded your head, a sappy smile plastered on your face as you thought about he past five months Drew. “Look at her! She’s blushing!” Madelyn commented.

You and the two girls were in the kitchen talking, while Drew was with the rest of the guys. “How are you and Y/N?” Chase asked. “We’re great. Like seriously, it’s been amazing. It doesn’t feel like it’s only been five months.” Drew answered.

It was clear that Rudy was a bit uncomfortable with the subject matter since you were his ex girlfriend. “Okay, there’s something I want to tell you guys.” Drew started. “And what is that?” Austin asked.

They watched as Drew subtly fished something out of his pocket and all their jaws dropped when they saw what was in his hand. “Dude, no way.” Chase commented. “Are you serious?” JD asked. “Yeah, I got it a couple weeks ago.” Drew answered, a smile on his face.

“I know it’s only been five months but I’ve loved her since that first month on set. The timing just wasn’t right.” He added. That was clearly a dig at Rudy and what had gone down between the two of you. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to get engaged? I mean, I get why’d you want to, you’re 26 but does she? She just turned 22.” Rudy interjected.

Drew felt he had no right to judge him on his relationship with you when he was the one who broke up with you to begin with. “Well, if you actually paid attention to her instead of another girl while you were dating, you’d know that she wants to get married and start a family by 23.” Drew snapped.

“That is true.” JD said bashfully. It seemed that Rudy was so preoccupied with another girl that he didn’t bother to listen to you and everyone else did. No wonder it was so easy for you to move on. You were being treated better than he treated you.

“I don’t know when I want to do it but I want to do it soon. While we’re here because this is where we met.” Drew explained. “I think it’s a great idea. You two are great together and I’ve definitely noticed a change in Y/N. She’s been way happier.” Austin said.

Drew smiled as he looked at the ring in his hand. He went to great lengths to find the perfect ring for you and that was making a fake pinterest account to follow your engagement ring pinterest board.

“Have you told the girls?” JD asked. “Are you kidding? They’d 100% tell her and I want this to be perfect.” Drew said.

Rudy sat there silently to himself, listening to Drew talk about amazing you were and proposing to you. He didn’t need to be reminded of how great you were because he already knew that. He knew better than anyone, he dated you for a year.

“Did you hear about Rudy and Elaine?” Madelyn asked you. “No, what happened?” You asked. “She cheated on him. A few weeks ago actually.” She explained. “Really? Is he okay?” You questioned. “He says he’s fine but I know he’s devastated. I mean, he did let you go for her and it bit him in the ass.” Madison answered.

Of course you felt bad for Rudy. It’s a terrible feeling to be cheated on and you wanted to make sure he was okay. “Should I talk to him?” You asked. “I think he’d appreciate that.” Madelyn said.

After everyone had settled down, you had gotten Rudy’s attention and asked him to join you outside on the balcony.

“What’s up?” He asked. “I, uh, heard about you and Elaine. I’m really sorry.” You said. “It’s okay. It was probably my karma. I let go of the best thing I had and then this happened.” He said.

“Rudy, it happened for a reason. I was devastated after you broke up with me. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. So, I know how you’re feeling. Like you weren’t good enough and you clearly didn’t make them happy. It sucks but you’ll be okay. I’m okay now.” You told him. “Does he make you happy?” He asked.

You thought back to all the times you were at your lowest and Drew was always there.

“Yeah. Yeah he does.” You said with a smile. “That’s all I want. I just want you to be happy.” He said. You gave him a friendly hug, mainly for closure.

You both walked back inside and Drew pulled you down to sit on his lap. You pressed a kiss to his forehead as you fell into casual conversation with everyone.

Drew looked up at you as you laughed and smiled with your friends, completely enamored with you.

He knew you were it for him and you knew he was your endgame.

Drew had been planning your proposal for a while. It was now October in Charleston and the whole cast was going to the South Carolina aquarium on their day off.

Madison’s girlfriend, Mariah, was also in town visiting and Drew felt it was perfect.

Madelyn would have your parents on Facetime while Chase had Drew’s. All of the people you loved in one place to celebrate you and Drew.

You were walking through the giant ocean exhibit, admiring the animals, holding Drew’s hand.

All of your friends trailed behind, not wanting to ruin your moment.

Drew stopped you and you looked at him with furrowed brows until he got down on one knee.

“What the hell?” You questioned. “Y/N, you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. Since the day I met you, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Even when I didn’t have you, I knew we’d end up together. And I know it’s been about seven months but there’s not a doubt in my mind that I want you to be my wife.” Drew started.

Madelyn and Madison were crying, the boys were smiling, Rudy more than the rest. He could see how much Drew loved you, more than he ever thought he could.

“So, Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked. “Duh! Of course I will!” You answered. Drew smiled and placed the ring on your finger.

@y/n__: umm WTF i’m engaged?! i love you to the moon and beyond @drewstarkey

@rudeth: congratulations you wonderful humans! i love both of you

@madelyncline: i’m not crying, you’re crying

@fan1: OMG YAY CONGRATS

@fan2: my otp is getting married!!!!!!

@drewstarkey: i love you more (oh and thanks for agreeing to spend the rest of your life with me)

#imagine #imagines #Outer Banks #outer banks imagine #drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #rudy pankow #chase stokes #madison bailey #madelyn cline #austin north #jonathan daviss

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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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Show Pony

Chapter 2: Legends Never Die

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Billy was watching porn when Steve texted.

He’s never clicked out of a video so fucking fast in his life.

The message just read hey, this is steve :) which like, of course, the fucker uses little emoticons. Of course , he types out little smiley faces. It’s so dumb. It’s so cute.

And Billy just stared at it. One hand still on his dick, the other hovering over the keyboard.

What the fuck does he reply?

Obviously, Steve knows it’s Billy. Like. Duh.

So he just tapped out a little Hey.

Steve texted back almost immediately.

you have a good day? Billy found himself grinning maniacally, so he rolled over to hold his pillow close to his chest, burying his chin into it. He didn’t wanna deal with the fact that this stupid adorable cowboy was making him smile and flush. Stupid.

Yeah, it was nice. Way too hot, but nice.

lol try wearing jeans in that heat. sweatin through my damn saddle. Billy laughed into his pillow.

Jesus, you’re such a fuckin hick. Billy bit his tongue when he pressed send.

And Steve just sent back >:(. And God. He’s so cute. Billy. Hates him.

And then Billy’s phone buzzed twice, another brand new text from Steve.

One that made Billy’s heart fucking stop.

i have the day off tomorrow. no tiedown on the schedule. you should come by and we could hang

Which sounded like. A date. It sounded like a fucking date. And Billy wanted to ask. If Steve’s invitation was for a goddamn date.

But like, he can’t just ask. Can he? Is that weird? Okay, maybe he’ll just-

Should I bring Max?

Right? Like if Steve says to bring his little sister, then there’s no way it’s a date. Because, who would want their date to bring their little sister? People who are just hanging out as friends, that’s who.

was hoping it'd just be you and me

And hoo boy. Hoo boy. That’s. That’s a fucking. That’s a date.

Then yeah. Just you and me.

And Steve sent him another little :) because the fucker loves his emoticon smiley faces. They’re not even, like, actual emojis. Steve doesn’t take the time to use fucking apostrophes, but he does type out little faces.

And maybe Billy’s spending too much time thinking about the smiley little shits.

But, like. It’s just. It’s Steve. And it’s a cute fucking thing that Steve does.

Billy’s pretty much obsessed with him by now.

And maybe Billy should ask for, like, a time to meet. But he was halfway through a video and his cock’s still hard and kinda starting to ache, pressed against the mattress where it was. He rolled over, slid his hand back into his shorts, and wrapped his fingers around the base of himself.

So it’s easy just to, slide it up. Run his fingers along his length. Pretend his rough hand is Steve’s rough hand. Pretend the tight vice grip is Steve’s mouth. Hot and slick around him.

He could picture Steve, on his knees in the dirt, those tight fucking jeans beginning to stain at the knees, those big pretty eyes looking at him so reverently, so softly.

And he came all over his hand, pictured those pink pretty lips covered with cum. Imagined scooping it on his fingers, pressing them into Steve’s mouth, making him lick them clean.

It wasn’t even the most depraved fantasy Billy’s ever had. But it was for sure in his top five best orgasms. No doubt about it.

He wiped his hand on the sheets, turning onto his side, staring at the short little conversation with Steve.

Thinking about their fucking date tomorrow.

Max was on his ass the second he woke up.

She cornered him as he was coming out of the bathroom, making him startle and nearly smack her.

“The fuck you doing out here, Shitbrid?”

“What are we doing today?”

“ We aren’t doing shit all. I will be heading out. Soon.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, jutting her jaw in a way he absolutely knows she learned from him.

“Are you going to the rodeo?” she hissed through her teeth at him. “Are you going to see-”

“That’s none ‘a your fuckin’ business.” He pushed past her, lumbering down the hall, almost making it into his bedroom before she slipped inside with him, slapping his elbow and kicking the door closed.

“Are you going on a date ?”

Billy glared at her. He clenched his jaw, speaking through gritted teeth.

“Pretty sure we agreed not to fucking talk about this shit here.”

She pursed her lips, shifting her jaw.

“Just nod or shake your head.”

Billy kept his head very still.

She kicked him once in the shin before stomping out of his room, nearly slamming the door, catching it at the last minute, and closing it quietly.

Neil didn’t approve of doors slamming in his house.

It was rule number. Three probably. First rule was don’t be a smartass. Second rule was don’t be Billy. That was kind of an unspoken rule. But it was there.

And Billy was faced with his newest dilemma.

What does he wear?

Because it’s gonna be another hot fucking day, and his typical date outfits have more, more.

He’s got one clean pair of cut-offs left. Okay. Yes. And he puts on a printed button-up shirt. Leaves it almost all the way unbuttoned, because, like, of course, he does. He’s got a good body. He wants Steve to see it.

He’ll be mostly cool, and he looks better than he did last time he saw Steve.

Black Converse complete the look, and he maybe spends more time than he usually would putting his hair into a ponytail, using one of Max’s bright scrunchies.

She’ll get pissed if she notices it but. Whatever. He steals them from her all the fucking time.

He hasn’t looked at his phone all morning, figured he could head over to the rodeo, and whenever Steve texted, he’d play it cool and act like he wasn’t already there.

But, cowboy hick Steve was obviously an early riser. As the most recent text Billy has is from that cowboy hick Steve. At six. In the morning.

you wanna meet up around ten?

It was currently just past nine.

Does Billy head up there now and wander around the grounds for a bit?

Yes. Yes, he does. Because frankly, he looks gay as fuck in this outfit and he should probably dip before his dad sees.

He sends Steve a thumbs up and the three dots show up almost immediately, showing Steve typing.

you got a car right? can you pick me up outside of the parking lot? i gotta get outta here

And Fuck. Billy knows that feeling.

No problem. You wanna get breakfast? I know a good diner if you’re into that kinda thing.

hell yeah im into that :)

Ah, yes. There was that little happy face just in time to give Billy lots of nice heart palpitations.

Great. That’s what he needs. To get sappy and gross over Steve’s emoticons. Again.

He slipped out of his house without interference, taking a lap around the block just to kill time before setting off to the fairgrounds.

He was trying to make his car look presentable, shoving the few gum wrappers Max left by the gear shift into his pocket, brushing off any stray cigarette ash with one of the baby wipes in the glove box.

And by the time he reached the fairgrounds, he saw Steve skulking along the front of the parking lot, hopping over cracks in the sidewalk like the cutest little bunny.

It was the most adorable thing in the fucking world.

Billy pulled up next to him, blaring the horn and watching Steve startle at the sound.

He was wearing cut-off denim shorts like Billy’s, and a goddamn crop top. It had the silhouette of a horse on its hind legs, its mane flowing in the wind behind it, and Harrington American Rodeo brandished across his chest. It was cut just at his waistline, where his body nipped in right above his hips.

Steve smiled his pretty smile at Billy, just about skipping around the front of the car to slide into the passenger seat.

And Billy tried not to think about how fucking good Steve looked in the passenger seat of his car, those long fucking legs all on display, his thighs, thick and pale, covered in dark hair.

“Hi,” Steve was leaning with one elbow on the center console, putting himself in Billy’s space, and Billy was thankful for his dark aviator sunglasses, as his eyes went wide and probably panicked with Steve moving in so close.

Because if Steve was leaning in to kiss him, that kinda feels like a lot. And Billy’s not a prude, not by any means but he's, he’s got lines, and rules, and-

Steve just knocked his head into Billy’s shoulder, leaning back to buckle his seatbelt, like headbutting Billy’s shoulder was casual and normal.

And fuck.

Billy’s in so deep for this guy he barely fucking knows.

All he could do was push the car forward, and will away the flush on his cheeks. And pretend like he hadn’t jerked off to the person sitting next to him less than twelve hours ago.

“So. Billy. Tell me about yourself.” Steve shifted in his seat, turning to look right at Billy. “All I know is that you’ve got a kid sister, a cool car, and that you’re really hot.”

Billy smirked, turning to look at Steve over his glasses, found Steve biting his bottom lip demurely.

“Well, there’s not much else to know .”

“Oh, come on. Where are you from? How old are you? Shit, probably shoulda asked that sooner. Please, tell me you’re not fifteen or something.”

“I’m literally driving, right now. And relax, Pretty Boy. I’m eighteen next month.”

“Okay. Okay, good. I’m eighteen, by the way. Just so you know, that I’m not fifteen.” Billy shook his head, rolling his eyes with a smile. “But I still want answers to the other questions.”

“Well, I’m from here. Born and raised in San Diego. Uh, I graduated high school in May. And I work at the diner I’m about to take you to, which might be the lamest shit in the world, but they have good pancakes.”

“I like pancakes.” Steve was fiddling with some of the knobs in the car, turning the air conditioner up and down. Billy was just resisting slapping his hand away.

And then he reached for the volume knob on the radio, turning up the Ratt Billy had playing, and audibly scoffed.

“God, I should’ve known you liked this .”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Just, you know. Sex charged drug-fueled hair metal.”

“Oh my God. What in the fuck ?” He gave Steve as incredulous a look as he could muster. “Are you a housewife from the fifties?”

Steve gave one of his excellent bright laughs at Billy, and Billy’s gut got a little bit gay and a little bit fluttery.

“Alright, Stevie. I’ll bite. What kinda music are you into? And if you say country I’m blowing my fuckin’ brains out.”

“Well, unfortunate then because, yeah. Fuckin’ country, man. Although, I prefer folk.”

“See, you call my music sex-charged and drug-fueled, at least I’m not listening to posers rant about their tractors.”

“Oh, no. I hate that shit as much as you do. I mean like, Johnny Cash. Willie Nelson, you know? Emmylou Harris, Marty Robbins, Miss Dolly. The good stuff. There’s like, a few modern artists that are doing the same kinda thing that I like. It’s all just stories and good music.”

“That’s all my music is. Stories set to music. And, you say my shit is drug-fueled, you do know that Willie Nelson is famous for being a stoner? And that Johnny Cash publicly dealt with addiction and all that?”

“Well, yeah, but they’ve got class.”

“Okay, Cowboy. I’ll let you die on that fuckin’ hill while I party it up on mine to some eighties metal.”

And Steve reached out to shove Billy lightly, laughing while he did it.

“Agree to fucking disagree then. Just take me to pancakes and don’t try to reason with me about shitty music.”

“Then change the subject. Tell me other things about you besides your terrible music taste.”

Steve leaned back in his seat, blowing out a puff of air.

“Uh, I mean. Jeez. I don’t do much besides the rodeo, you know? Just movin’ all over the country.”

“That must be. Exhausting.”

Steve reached out to brush his fingers against the dashboard mindlessly.

“It’s not so bad. I try to make friends in the towns, you know? Makes it kinda fun.”

“Where were you born?”

“Indiana. Really small town. My mom and I stayed there for three years while my father traveled around. I’ve been on the road since.”

“Holy shit. Since you were three? Did you, like, go to school?”

“No. Uh, I actually have a tutor that’s on the road with us, and I’m. You know. Supposed to get my high school diploma soon. I’m behind schedule since,” he waved his hand flippantly. He was staring at his lap, playing with the frayed hem of his shorts. And Billy was grasping for another subject as Steve’s cheeks went red. Because obviously school, had struck a nerve.

“What kinda horse is June?”

“She’s an American quarter horse. That’s the usual type for most rodeo events. They’re good ranch horses because they’re a little more compact. I’ve been with June for five years now, and she’s a beast. I’ve got two others with me, on rotation so that none of them get too tired doing the shows over and over. June, Patsy, and Loretta. They’re all quarter horses, and each one is only about fourteen and a half hands tall. I like my horses a bit smaller for tie-down.”

“I understood, honestly, like, nothing of what you just said.”

Steve tossed his head back, laughing loudly over the radio at Billy’s confusion.

He laughed a lot.

Billy liked it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you rodeo slang. You’ll be a natural,” Steve said, reaching out to where Billy’s right hand was resting on the gearshift, wrapping his finger’s around Billy’s wrist.

“What about their names?”

“All ladies of country. Loretta Lynn, Patsy Cline, and June Carter. Carter-Cash, I guess. She married Johnny but had a career in her own right.”

“Jesus, you’re a fuckin’ hick.”

“You’ve said that before. Just because I’m in the rodeo-”

“No, it’s because you’re in the rodeo, and listen to country music, and wear fucking cowboy boots -”

“They are literally made for riding horses, okay? That’s why they were invented .”

Billy rolled his eyes again, but he was smiling brightly as he pulled into the diner parking lot.

It wasn’t too busy for a Sunday morning. Billy bets it’ll pick up in an hour or so for the brunch crowd.

He began working at the diner three years ago, bussing tables and washing dishes, getting paid under the table because technically, he was too young to work. He was a server now, usually taking the evening dinner shifts to miss that time when his dad was home from work.

The bell jingled above their heads as Billy held the door open for Steve, and Billy stuck his tongue out at the kitchen staff, leaning over the counter to swipe a few menus from the stack.

He led Steve to a booth in the back corner, waving at Lorraine, the older woman who was working their section, gesturing to the booth for Steve to take a seat.

“Wow. You’ve totally got this place on lock.”

Billy grinned at him, leaning against the wall to stretch his legs up on the booth next to him.

“I’ve worked here a few years. Kinda done all the staff positions. It’s a nice place.”

“Well, then what do you recommend?” Steve carefully opened the laminated menu, his big eyes flicking over the pictures on the side of every dish.

“Pancakes are good, so are the waffles though, if you’re into that. I like the full breakfast. Eggs, bacon or sausage, hash browns, pancakes, or toast. Kinda the best of everything.”

Steve snapped his menu shut, smiling softly at Billy.

“I’m trusting you with my breakfast here. It better be good .”

Lorraine approached their table, already pouring Billy a cup of coffee and sliding it to him along the table.

“You really love us that much you find your way in here on your day off?”

“Only you, Lorraine. Everybody else can fuck off for all I care.”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes at Billy.

“You want the usual cook-up?”

“Yes, please.”

She took his unopened menu, turning and smiling brightly at Steve.

“What can I get for you, Darling.”

Steve’s eyes were wide when he looked up at her, his cheeks starting to flush.

“Uh, just, the same as Billy, please.”

“You want a coffee?”

“No, Ma’am. Just a water for me please.” He handed his menu back, giving her a bright smile, his cheeks a soft rosy red.

Lorraine winked at Billy, nodding her head once in Steve’s general direction. Billy waved her off before she could say something embarrassing.

“Sorry, I get kinda weird sometimes.” Steve had pulled a napkin out of the dispenser on their table and was looking down at it, tearing off little chunks and rolling them into balls.

“That’s okay. Lorraine gets it. Plus, you were polite, and that’s all that matters. I wouldn’t be caught dead with you if you were an ass to servers.”

“Oh, God. My dad is such an ass when it comes to, really any staff. Like, servers, or, frankly, most of the people that work for him. Don’t even get me started on the animal carers. I mean, that’s probably the most important job at the whole rodeo, and he’s been trying to dock pay left, right, and fucking center.” Steve rolled his big eyes, huffing like Max.

“Wait, so your dad is like, the head of the whole operation?”

“My name is Steve Harrington,” and Steve pointed at his shirt, the name Harrington emblazoned over the horse.

“Oh damn. I thought that name was familiar when I saw the shirt. Figured I had just seen the rodeo name or something.”

“Nope. That’s me. A whole Harrington. My great-grandpa started the rodeo. He was, like, an actual ranch hand. Started one in the town we’re from. My grandpa was the one who got the idea to take it on the road. My dad came up through it like I did. He was in steer roping. And basically, his end goal is that I start running the whole show in a few years. Take over for him.”

“And, you don’t want to?”

“Nah. I don’t really have a brain for business. Don’t have a brain for much other than riding and tie-down, honestly. Don’t know the first thing about how to run a traveling rodeo.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

Steve smiled at him, but his eyes seemed sad, and his smile was tight.

“You got plans for next year? College or anything?”

“Nah. I think college is, on the horizon, but I’m taking a gap year. Saving up to move out and pay for school and everything. Probably gonna go to community college to save some money. And then maybe grad school?”

“That’s smart, you know? Finding ways to save up. My dad is debating pushing college on me. Like, if I do run the business, there’s some shit I should know going into it, right? But I think he also sees that I’m way too dumb for college, and, like, I don’t need a degree to get hired. I’ll just,” Steve made an upwards sweeping gesture with his right hand. A gesture that Billy understood to vaguely mean nepotism.

“What would you rather do? If not run the thing.”

“I like tie-down, and I could feasibly do it for a long time. I could branch into other events, too, like steer roping and all that. Same idea as calf roping but a different animal. Literally. It’s a steer. But I’d be content just doing the events until I croak. I have absolutely no desire to rise through the ranks, or whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes, balling up the little napkin wads he had made into another napkin from the dispenser. Billy appreciated it. He’s had to clean up crap like that from this very floor. “I just love being around the rodeo. The animals and all the people. I don’t really wanna be anywhere else.”

“At least you have something you love. Like, you’d be happy to do that for the rest of your life, and not in an I’ve got nothing better to do way, but in an, I’m passionate about this way. A lot of people don’t really. Get that.” Billy included.

It’s not that he doesn’t have passions, it’s just that they’re not necessarily sustainable to him.

He knows he’s dangling by a thread with his father. Knows after his eighteenth birthday, he should be ready to be kicked out or asked to pay rent at any time. He needs a career that’ll get him some fucking money if he wants to get out and cut off his dad entirely. He can’t be forced to go crawling back to him because he wanted to self-publish his gay ass poetry that never took off or drum in a rock band that went nowhere.

To name a few.

“Yeah, I mean. Sometimes I think that I probably would’ve never set foot in a rodeo if I wasn’t literally born into one, so I kinda wonder who I’d be if this wasn’t everything I knew, but I still really love doing it, and it’s something that I’m actually good at, which speaks volumes.”

They were interrupted by Lorraine returning, placing two identical plates in front of them, a glass of water for Steve, and pulling hot sauce and ketchup out of her apron pocket.

“You two let me know if you need anything else.”

Steve beamed at her, thanking her softly and Billy’s heart fluttered like a stupid idiot.

They tucked in, Steve shoving food into his mouth until his cheeks were bulging, chewing aggressively. It made Billy laugh and nearly spew coffee all over the table.

“I figured you’d have better manners, being the heir to a rodeo dynasty or whatever.”

Steve pulled a face, showing Billy the chewed-up food in his mouth.

“How’s that for manners?”

It was actually fucking funny watching him try to swallow everything stuffed in his mouth.

“It’s borderline painful watching you eat.”

Billy laughed as Steve flicked a piece of scrambled egg at him. It landed on his shoulder. Billy slurped it right off his shirt.

“See! Now, who's the one with no table manners?”

“Still you, Sugar. Still you.”

Breakfast was, like, actually fun.

Not that Billy was expecting it to be shitty, but he wasn’t expecting it to be as carefree, as easy, as it was. He and Steve just, kinda, clicked.

Steve was easy to talk to. He was easy to listen to, easy to laugh with, and even easier to look at.

He’s kinda, everything Billy has ever wanted in a person.

He slid his hand into Billy’s as they were leaving the diner, smiling shyly at Billy when he looked over at him.

And Billy stopped in his tracks, right there in broad daylight, tugging Steve by his hand closer to Billy’s body, sliding his hands up his arms, feeling over Steve’s shoulders, and down his back to settle on his hips. Steve wrapped both arms around Billy’s shoulders, leaning closer to him, almost pressing his whole body against Billy’s.

And it was easy. Kissing Steve was just as easy as talking to him, as laughing with him, as looking at him. It was simple and nice and made Billy feel something he really didn’t want to put too much thought into.

Something that was decidedly not easy.

They pulled away from one another, both their lips red and slick.

Billy opened the passenger door, and Steve folded himself into the seat with a ridiculous amount of grace.

And as Billy drove them aimlessly through the city, he tried not to think of the expiration date on this whole thing, on the dates listed on the back of Steve’s t-shirt.

They’ve got a little under a month together.

And Billy was determined to make that the best goddamn month of both of their natural lives.

#yikes writes #show pony #rodeo au #lemons #i got hit with a fat wall of Sad and decided to post ch 2 to see if i get a lil serotonin from the response #we will SEE #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove

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mintchocolatechipnut · 4 years ago

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bakugou cooking for his crush

Okay I just had the cutest idea: Bakugou falling for a classmate that's a really good eater. One day she stumbles across his food in the common fridge without knowing he cooked it. She steals a bite and is smitten with his food. And Bakugou, having seen the whole thing, becomes smitten with her.

Note: How this idea came about I have no clue... I just remember writing the entire thing on my phone at my grandparents’ house and really having fun writing it. To be honest, I don’t have the best grasp on Bakugou’s character, but I tried... For all my fellow food lovers out there!

Tags: more tooth-rotting fluff (the domestic kind), attempts at showing character development through cooking, Bakugou’s tough love (but of course, you’re here for that)

Word count: 3.5k

So I'm imagining that Bakugou likes to keep his cooking skills on the down low, because who knows if idiots like Kirishima and Kaminari show up and start whining at him to cook them food, and he doesn't want to be teased as being 'domestic'

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with cooking since he's able to take care of himself and his health, but if his squad saw him in the kitchen in his apron he wouldn't ever be able to live it down

That said, he brings his freshly cooked meals into his room and opens his windows so the smell doesn't linger, and he stores his leftovers in the deep recesses of the fridge where no one would ever think to look, not even food thieves

Luckily or unluckily for him, you were no ordinary food thief.

Bakugou is on his way downstairs because he's feeling peckish and wants to heat up some of the leftovers of his favourite dish, so imagine his shock and anger when he sees you and Sero poring over the blue Tupperware housing his food

Before he can take a single seething step, though, you've already spooned a bite into your mouth

His eyes widen, and now he's really mad that an extra like you had the audacity to eat his food

But then you let out a near inhuman noise, and it sounds… intensely satisfied?

'Oh my god, who cooked this?' Unable to contain your excitement you're shaking Sero by the shoulders, lips drawing up in a contented smile. 'This is the best thing I've ever tasted!'

For some reason, Bakugou's not so mad anymore. Obviously because for an extra like you, at least you had taste

But something about the pure joy in your expression made Bakugou feel… guilty that he was going to stop you

It's absurd because if anyone should be feeling guilty, it's you

As he's thinking this, the snap of the closed Tupperware brings him back to his senses, and all of a sudden he's fleeing the scene so he's not discovered

He's even more bewildered because there's no reason for him to be running away, and he hates running away

But somehow he felt a bit awkward and… embarrassed after hearing what you had to say about his food

With that he decided that he'd let it go once, and maybe seal his container a bit tighter

But he's sorely mistaken the next morning at the breakfast counter when you begin gushing about his food once more

Remember when he thought that you should've felt guilty for eating his food? There's not an ounce of shame in your words, though.

You tell the story of your tastebuds' meeting with heaven when you and Sero found a container full of something inside the fridge, and out of curiosity, you decided to take a peek

'I didn't mean to eat it, I swear I didn't! But it just looked so good, and I could imagine how it tasted… but boy did it taste so much better than that!'

Bakugou's left reeling at this praise, and there's an uncomfortable feeling upsetting his stomach as he tries to wolf down his cereal, trying not to think about how your words made his ears burn

Then the punchline: 'If we have a guy in our class who cooks like this, I'd marry him in a heartbeat!'

Bakugou nearly spits his milk

Luckily no one notices, and are instead calling you out for your food thievery or watching your animated hand gestures

On his walk to class, Bakugou has no idea how he feels about this; he just wants to banish it to the corners of his mind so he wouldn't have to waste time thinking about something that shouldn't have mattered so much before

Right before he steps into class he's met with a flashback of your smile when you ate his cooking, and suddenly a plan pops into his brain

…

You show up in the kitchen the next few days, wanting to see if the 'blue Tupperware man' struck again with his fantastic dishes

More often than not, you're met with disappointment, but your eyes light up when you see the familiar blue sticking out in your vision when you open the fridge one day

You're shocked to find a note attached: 'To Y/N: I know you've been eating my food. You can only have a bite of this, but not one more. Don't think I can't tell if you do, I WILL know.'

You're all around mortified, though you realise you really shouldn't be: practically everyone heard your declarations of food thievery that day

But the last line drove home the fact that the person who cooked this was here, and was indeed a student

The first thing you do is scan the area behind you for any immediate signs of life, in case the chef had been watching you

But when nothing turns up, you shrug, and rub your hands together in excitement

You swear you could hear stifled laughter, but the lure of the food in front of you was too much to overcome in favour of an investigation

As you eat and, once again, fail to be disappointed, Bakugou's eyes are trailing your face

There it is: the same expression, if not even better than he remembered, that you put on when you ate good food

And suddenly, Bakugou wants to see that expression more

The next few times a similar note addressed to you accompanies every meal, but when you tried to reply you wouldn't get an answer back

Then one day, the notes just stopped. You felt sad for a while, but then perked up when you saw the contents of the Tupperware, containing some of your favourite ingredients

From then on it was a given that you could eat from the blue Tupperware, and not more than three bites

You still cringe at the stinginess, leading to Bakugou muffling his chuckles every time

He doesn't come and watch you eat every time, because it's creepy, for one thing

But sometimes he'd be in his room, just knowing that you'd be tiptoeing down the stairs in anticipation of what's in the fridge, and a small grin would tug at the corners of his mouth

He'd also made it clear that no one else would attempt to try his food. Once Kaminari tried to sneak a bite, but when he opened the container the stench of rotting beans knocked him out

Bakugou cackled as he dragged Kaminari back to his room, but not before switching out the containers with the one meant for you

He's also quick to throw anyone who's out to discover him off the scent (ha)

Besides doing so in the literal sense, as with Kaminari, Bakugou makes sure to stay out of everyone's radar in the kitchen, and even goes as far to put your portion in a separate pink Tupperware, with your name on it

Yeah, no way would such a sappy move be from blasty boy Bakugou, right?

You'd been playing this game for a few weeks now when you just can't take it anymore

Bakugou awakes one morning to discover a text message from you in the group chat:

'To the person who always leaves me food (aka blue Tupperware!!), please PLEASE show yourself! I really want to get to know the person who makes such wonderful food!'

He felt his heart swell, and he's painfully reminded of your first words of how you'd marry him for his cooking

He's grateful he's blushing alone in his room

At this declaration in the group chat, however, more and more 'investigations' are popping up

Deku is a particularly difficult person to distract and Bakugou hates it

But so far he's been keeping it together, all he has to do is stick it out a bit longer

That's when Mineta of all people tries to impersonate him

Bakugou's infuriated when he's checking on you one night and you fish a note out of your container

'What's this?' you muse aloud, and begin reading it out aloud, much to Bakugou's benefit, 'Meet me behind the dorms tomorrow after school. I'll show you who I am.'

Bakugou knows it's definitely not him who wrote it, but he can't stop the rage arising in his chest when he sees your eyes light up in excitement

Who is this impostor and when and where would they like their ass being whooped?

Bakugou decides once again to investigate in his usual ninja fashion that he's perfected from watching you

He follows you to the back of the school discreetly, where you bounce on the balls of your feet in impatience

Suddenly a familiar purple head emerges from the bushes, and Bakugou has to physically restrain his palms from crackling

'Mineta?' He's happy that your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him, but he's suddenly left reeling when he has an introspective moment about why he's been playing this game all along

He felt too afraid to face you. Too afraid to show his domestic side, and too afraid to come clean and say he cares. He knows he doesn't have the best personality in class, but he really wants your impression of him as ‘blue Tupperware’ to stay untainted and pristine

What would you think, then, if you discovered that your mystery chef was the abrasive, antagonistic Katsuki Bakugou, who didn't seem to have an ounce of empathy for anyone? Even worse, would you believe him even if he told you?

More than what it would do to his reputation, he realised that he didn't want you to see him in a bad light at all.

However, he's also mentally kicking himself because now bastards like Mineta can come and impersonate him

However, the words that leave your mouth makes him still

'You're the Blue Tupperware guy? Prove it.' There's a challenging smile atop your lips as you stare down Mineta, who falters from his previously smug swagger

'What do you mean? I cook you food, you love it. That's all there is to it, right?' A derisive laugh leaves you.

'Then tell me the names of the dishes you've made for me.' Mineta stands stock still, trying to comprehend what you've just asked of him. The beads of sweat now trailing down his neck don't escape your notice.

After some painful stammering and guesswork, then a beat of silence, you sigh. 'I kind of thought this would happen.'

'However, if it really honestly had been you, I wouldn't be mad. Because if I knew you were the one cooking with so much care and love, I'd still thank you for the meals.'

Bakugou's head goes blank. His hands begin sweating uncontrollably, and he's brought back to his senses when he hears his palms pop.

As he controls his quirk he's desperately trying to make sense of what you just said, but only one word rings out clear and true in his brain.

'Love'.

And suddenly he's trying not to grin at your epic shutdown of Mineta, trying not to feel his heart flutter when he pictures your multitude of expressions in all their glory, and trying not to remember the feeling of when he'd lie in his bed at night, the last thought he has before he drifts off to sleep being 'what should I cook next?'

He's in love with—

The sounds of footsteps coming in his direction shake him out of his reverie and he all but dives behind a pillar as you march off, leaving Mineta in the dust

Before the purple-haired pervert can leave, however, he's suddenly held up by the collar of his shirt, eyes wide before a murderous red gaze

'Try one more thing with her and I'll make sure you don't wake up the next day.'

…

From then on, Bakugou's mood lifts considerably.

Not only is he confident Mineta wouldn't rat him out (all he has to do is shoot him a glare), but he's eternally proud of how you stood up for him

Speaking of which, can he take your words you spoke to Mineta that day to mean that you wouldn't at all feel uneasy with whoever Blue Tupperware was, as long as you knew it was really him?

Now he's stuck with thinking of ways to shoot his shot

Little does he know that chance might come sooner than he thought…

One day he's running late because his work studies ran overtime

He'd planned to make something a little more complicated and out of his repertoire, though it may take him longer than usual

Though when he'd discovered what you liked to eat through your conversations with friends and what you ate in the cafeteria, he didn't mind, couldn't mind the extra hassle at all

It's not a difficult recipe, but he knows that it'll be dinnertime soon and that'd be dangerous

He looks at the clock, noting the twenty minutes he has before the first students come trickling into the common room. You won't be here until thirty minutes after. So he locks himself in the kitchen and gets to work

(yes I now know it doesn’t make sense for him to not be discovered in the kitchen during dinnertime, so let’s just say no one usually wanders in because all the meals are usually laid out in the common room when dinner rolls around)

He's smiling as he spoons the freshly cooked food into the Tupperwares, letting it cool for a bit as he washes up

But when he turns around holding them in his hands to put into the fridge, he freezes

There you stand in the doorway, eyes wide

'... Bakugou?' Damn, he would've relished the sound of his name on your tongue if you hadn't been looking at him like… like that. 'Are you Blue Tupperware?'

As much as he wants to laugh at the stupid nickname, he knows how straightforward and sharpshooting you can be with your words and intentions. And so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is:

'So what if I am?'

A beat of silence, then two. And suddenly your face morphs from bewilderment to pure joy, maybe even purer than when you eat his food. God bless his eyes that could bear witness to that moment.

'It's you!' you exclaim and a laugh as hearty as your appetite leaves your lips, and he's just awed, amazed. 'Thank you for the food!'

…

The immediate aftermath was everyone gaping at the both of you as if you each grew two heads as you ate from your respective containers

Sitting across him, you ask, 'Well… why did you do it?'

He’d imagined that you’d ask something like that, and he’s prepared an answer for it, but the eagerness in your smile, along with every other eye on him, prompted him to instead blurt:

'To… to stroke my ego and shit.'

Everyone goes painfully silent except for you, who leans back and laughs, 'As expected of you, Bakugou! But either way I get to eat really well, so thank you!'

You've been saying thank you for a while now, but what he can't get out of his head is that you expected him to be all narcissistic about cooking you food for his own selfish reasons? Man does that hurt.

But somehow, the others buy it too (which just really goes to show how much of a jerk the class paints him out to be), and the case of Blue Tupperware is solved

Now all that's changed is you pop in occasionally when Bakugou's cooking, and there are nights where you eat together

Oh, and the fact that he now knows you can’t cook for shit

You’ve tried to help Bakugou cook before, but at the time he'd felt as if he was in for a very rude awakening

However you are a god at cooking instant noodles of any shape or kind, so much so that when he misses you (or craves you lol) he eats instant noodles

Then again they'd never taste quite the same as when you cook them asifkajdks

When he actually confesses it's when you, out of the goodness of your heart, ask if you can help him out once more

He always finds himself giving in btw

But then you burn another pot and it's tough not to get frustrated

He's under stress, the weight of his sweat on his brow coupled with his ever growing feelings for you leads him to have even less of a filter on his mouth

'You obviously suck at this.' he says, noting your sad puppy eyes and willing himself not to surrender. 'Just let me do it.'

'But I feel bad that you're always cooking for me, and all I do is enjoy it.' You're biting your lip now, and it's all Bakugou can do before he starts thinking about what it'd be like to push you against the sink and kiss you senseless.

'Nonsense. It's enough that you enjoy my cooking, so let me do it. Let me take care of you.'

That last part did slip out, as denoted by the look on your face

'Wow,' again your straightforwardness comes into play, 'that sounded like a confession right there if I've ever heard one!'

Before he can stop himself—'do you wish it was?'

'Huh?'

'A confession—do you wish it was one?'

He watches your cheeks go tomato red and you purse your lips

'Do you wish that I wish it was?'

Aw, now you just playin

'I'm not hearing a no.'

'Neither am I.'

And then you nerds proceed to stare each other down in a palpable silence, the only sounds being the bubble of the soup in the pot before you

Who confesses first?

'Dumbass. I like you.'

You instantly beam, and you jump into his arms, even though you're dangerously close to the fire. Bakugou blanches, then draws you away from the stove

'Oi, watch it! You could get hurt, idiot,' but you're too focused on the way his arms had naturally wrapped around you to keep you safe and shielded

'You'll protect me, won't you?' you say, smushing your cheek against his chest. Bakugou sighs and places a hand on your head soothingly

'You bet I will.'

Bonus scene! “And that's how your father and I got together,” you say with a smile, as your four year old son bounces excitedly in your lap, while your six year old rolls her eyes at the amount of times you've told this story. “Yeah, we get it Mom.”

Your son has a different take on it though. “Start again! Again, again!” You let out a sigh mixed in with a chuckle at his insistence, but just then the wafting aroma of shrimp hits your nose. You close your eyes as you feel footsteps coming closer, and the warmth of your husband leaning in close to you as he sets the table leaves you giddy.

“Okay, that's enough storytelling for today,” Katsuki grumbles, placing the shrimp pesto on the table. Your daughter instantly perks up at the sight; she might not be as good an eater as you are, but she has a particular fondness for pasta. “Yay! It's pasta time!”

You set down your son in his chair as his eyes gleam at the feast in front of him, then walk up to your husband. 'Thank you so much, babe,' you relish the sight of Katsuki's ears, previously stained red from listening to your 'story', turning even redder.

“If you really want to thank me, there's something you need to do,” Katsuki mutters in a low voice, his gaze surreptitiously looking down at himself. You follow his eyes, and immediately burst out laughing.

“You're wearing it for us!” You'd really like to capture a photo of him in the 'Kiss the Chef' apron you'd gotten him for his birthday last year as a gag gift. Could Katsuki turn any redder?

“Shut up! Who burned my other apron the other day, hmm?”

This time you blush. “Maybe it was an expert ploy to get you to wear this,” you laugh, and before a snappy retort can leave his lips, you're smothering them with your own mouth. “Love you.”

You embrace him, arms lazily reaching for the apron strings in order to tug them undone, but your husband is pulling you in too, hands on your waist as he tucks your head in the corner of his neck so you can't see him or hear his next words too well. But you hear them nonetheless.

“I love you too.'”

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misterewrites · 4 years ago

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Intro to Caitlyn 101 (Mirror’s Edge)

Summary: Caitlyn is a thief looking for the next big score. Used to taking wristwatches and wallets from rich folk, she's aiming to take down bigger game as she discovers the hidden magical world within her hometown. Her first mark is an unassuming shopkeeper and his collect of ancient relics. All set with a plan, Caitlyn makes her move. Though plans rarely go off without a hitch.

Hello everyone! E here, hoping you are all well and staying safe. So the next chapter of my little side project is here! Honestly wasn't planning on getting back to this so soon but I was having fun worldbuilding and character creating and here we are. You can blame my friend @hains-mae for enabling me.

Right so the next thing I write will probably be the part two to this then the next chapter of the Underground. Umm that's really it for me so have a great week, be safe, wear your mask, take care of yourself and your loved ones. Please feel free to reblog, share, leave kudos or leave comments with things you liked or feedback if you read it on a03. I promised I'd try to promote myself more and it feels weird haha.

E is out, have a great one everyone! and here’s the link to the doobly do

---> https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/76014323

There was an arrogance that seemed deeply etched into every aspect of the magical world. She stood among valuable, ancient relics from throughout human history: Vases from Greece lined the shelf above her. A row of Roman gladius blades in various states of decay with only a flimsy glass case between them and Caitlyn’s pocket. Tarnished Victorian era slivered lockets left about like loose change.

Millions dollars worth of the past and she, a stranger, was left unattended with it all.

Technically she wasn’t supposed to be in here with the locked door and close sign but the fact in the 5 minutes it took her to pick the lock and scout the first floor without a single soul attempting to stop her really was a testimony to the haughtiness of the ‘shopkeeper’.

It had been only few months since she saw past the false reality that was superimposed onto hers and she was still readjusting: Magic was real. Elves, dwarves, little halfing folk? Real. People shooting bolts of lightning and flames while riding storm clouds? Real. The guy who kept awkwardly hitting on her every time she tried to get a hotdog from the cart at the corner? Just a regular creep BUT could’ve been magical.

Even their currency was a show of their excessive wealth: Sliver, gold, platinum coins Actual platinum traded away like it was nothing! People starving and helpless on the streets and these bastards just walked with some of the rarest metal on the planet in their pockets like chump change.

Anger bubbled within her stomach along with self righteousness and a bit of her breakfast but she took a deep calming breath, closing her bluish gray eyes. ‘Calm down Cait’ she scolded herself ‘This isn’t the first time you’ve seen excessive wealth squandered and wasted. You’re here for a job so do it and never come back.’

She glanced around the waiting room she found herself in. It was off to the side of the shopping front andthere were very few things of interest in the tiny room: Some old, tattered chairs that had seen better days. A very, very tacky abstract painting hung over a bricked up fireplace. There was a scattering of magazines older than her with loose stables and free roaming pages everywhere.

A place of show and very little use.

“Hello my angel.”

Caitlyn seized up. She had been so caught up in her rage she hadn’t been paying attention to anyone coming down the stairs. Three stories with a handful of people about and nary a sound could heard. Must be some sort of magic.

She shook herself out of her stupor, slowly exhaling to calm her nerves. She forced her lips to curve into the cutest, lost smile she could muster. She opened her purple jacket a bit further so the guy could get a clearer view of her tight white tank top and running shorts.

“Helpless. Remember you’re helpless.” She whispered to herself before whirling about, her long black hair with dyed purple coloring flowed behind her gracefully as if she was an actress in those stupid hair product commercials.

“Oh!” she spoke with mock surprise, scrunching her face cutely as possible “I’m so, so, so sorry! I’m lost and the door was open and sorry!”

She leaned forward, sheepishly scratching the back of her neck as she gave whoever it was a better view of her outfit.

Hook, line and sinker.

“No problem sweetie. No need to lie to me.”

Hook, line and sunk apparently.

She blinked, unsure if she heard what she thought she heard. She glanced up to find a strangely dressed man with the goofiest grin.

He was cute in a ‘I dress as an obscure, indie character for cosplay’kind of way: His messy, unkempt black hair sat under a black fedora. He wore a long black trench coat that had seen better days. At least he preferred more colors than black on black. His collared shirt was a nice baby blue with an equally nice light brown vest. Black dress pants because men’s fashion is incredibly boring and shiny loafers to completed the look. Whatever the look was.

She expected him to be taking a good look at her attire.

What she found was him staring at her.

His warm dark brown eyes were soft, gentle and he refused to break his gaze from her bluish grays even though there were more tempting sights on offer.

She was on the back foot. No wandering glances, no self pleasured smiles. Not even a creepy chuckle. Just a strangely dressed, inch shorter guy looking like he just found the love of his life in this moment.

“I…” she cleared her throat “Umm….did you hear me?”

He gave a quick nod “Yeah. You broke in and you were trying to cover your tracks.”

It wasn’t that he guessed correctly what was she up to that threw her off. It was how casually he said it. More discussing the weather than committing a felony.

She raised an eyebrow, not sure how to proceed from whatever this was. There were always some people who caught on about her intentions fairly quickly but no one had ever been so….indifferent about it.

“I don’t work here.” the man offered, slowly closing the distance between them but leaving the doorframe wide open “I really don’t care that you’re here to rob the place.”

This has to be a trap. This had to be. No one was ever this….laidback. Were the other goons on the side waiting to jump her when she bolted? Was she on camera and he was letting her go knowing full well he had all the evidence he needed to track her down?

Or maybe he really didn’t care. He seemed more interested in talking than stopping her and there was this strange presence about him. A calm she’d never felt before even when her parents were alive. It was odd and foreign to her but she felt safe. Protected.

She shook her head, slowly inching closer to the doorway. The man made no attempt stop her. He just stood there, smiling, hands in his pocket.

The rational part of her brain said to run. This whole thing was botched and it was better to cut her losses than find out first hand what magical creatures could do to her. The less rational side of her head told her to wait, to talk this guy. Lying was obviously pointless but she had a feeling he would answer any questions she’d had and she had plenty.

“So…” she rose a suspicious eyebrow “Not gonna stop me?”

He shook his head “I wish you’d stay but I understand if you don’t want to be found in Andor’s shop. He’s one of those new elves. Less honor more power.”

She blinked. He said elves right? Just threw it out there like it was an everyday matter of fact and not a deeply held secret of her hometown.

“Elves aren’t real.’ Caitlyn said matter of fact.

“We both know better than that.” The man gave a bright smile.

“What do you want?”

The words spilled out of her mouth despite her best attempts but this guy was throwing her off so badly she forgot how to function.

“Talk to you of course.”

The worst kind of people were the sincere ones. They were sappy and gooey. They just so happy it was sickening. They had to be up to something. They had to some scheme or scam or something they were waiting to drop on you. No one was that happy, that purely honest. They were the liars who were so good they convinced themselves they were good people. No one was good and everyone had a dark corner in their soul they hid from the world.

Caitlyn knew she had plenty in whatever was left of her ratty soul.

“And if we talk? Will you let me go?”

The man nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Caitlyn licked her lips anxiously “Promise?”

Promise? What was she 12? No one kept their promises. Not even her.

He placed his hand over his heart “Cross my heart.”

“Let’s talk,”

He jerked his head towards the door “Outside. Don’t want you to ruin your heist.”

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Today was not going how she was expecting. She was thought she was going to break into an elf ran front, scout the area and come back in the middle of the night. She hadn’t been expecting to have coffee and bread with a random stranger on the street.

Well she had coffee, mystery man opted for hot chocolate.

They stood in a strangely comfortable silence a block from Andor’s. The man offered to pay for whatever she wanted and she took him up on it. Couple of baked goods, a sandwich for lunch, some water and of course her cup of wake up juice. If he was mad at her for her splurging at his expense, he hid it well. He just took his coco and some fancy elvish bread. Looked good but Caitlyn wasn’t up for trying other beings food. She didn’t know how it would sit with her stomach.

The elf who ran the cart, a few months ago human to her, waved goodbye to the pair as he counted the human cash the man gave him.

The trench coat cosplay stood patiently, sipping his drink and waited for her to break the silence.

She refused to break the silence first. Not wanting to sound too eager. Eagerness was a weakness and this guy was already throwing her off her rhythm.

“I’m Finnrick by the way.”

She turned to him, unsure if he was messing with her or not.

He gave her the same goofy smile “Finnrick Drift, private investigator.”

“Ah huh.” She nodded slowly “So you’re a magical P.I.? Like elves cheating on their wives, dwarves dodging their taxes P.I.?”

“Sometimes.” He shrugged his shoulders “Ironically elves like dodging on their taxes more than dwarves.”

“Right.”

“You’re new to the whole other side of Newton Haven huh?”

She glanced at her coffee “Lived here my whole life. Really makes me wonder if I lost my mind.”

“Don’t worry, we’re all mad here Alice.”

Why was she talking to him? Why was she being honest? This was weirder and getting weirder every passing second.

Finnrick changed subject “So, robbing Andor? Any particular loot you are after?”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes “Trying to fish something out of me Finny?”

“Guilty as charged” He beamed with pure happiness “Don’t want you wasting your time on shiny trinkets he cares nothing about.”

Caitlyn remained silent. She wasn’t used to such transparency. Normally this would be the point where the guy would lie or pretend to not have heard or awkwardly switch the subject but Finnrick answered openly and honestly. So far.

“So” Caitlyn straightened up, pulling her jacket wide open “What do you think? Great outfit right?”

Finnrick turned to her with a grin, his cheeks turning a pinkish hue as his eyes locked onto hers “Your body is absolutely lovely but your eyes even more so.”

Caitlyn could feel the flush coming. She coughed loudly, focusing on her drink as she willed the embarrassment away.

Finnrick chuckled lightly but returned to his drink. The silence returned, still comfortable as before.

This is was bad whatever this was. She needed to regain some level of control and stop acting like a teenage girl on her first garbage fire of a date.

“So” she cleared her throat “Mister P.I. what would you recommend taking if not all those millions of dollars of historical items he leaves about?”

Finnrick crushed the foam cup effortlessly as he gestured to the third floor of the shop “His office has a pretty simple safe. He keeps loads of paperwork. His various contracts, accounts, treasure hoards”

Caitlyn scoffed in disbelief even though her eyes shone with excitement “Treasure hoards? Elves? I thought dragons were the hoarders. Weren’t elves supposed to be above all that lovely corruption?”

“No one is above corruption.’ Finnrick answered “Elves are just like everyone else.”

Caitlyn crossed her arms and leaned back with a cocky swagger “And why, pray tell, would I care about boring paperwork?”

“Because it really hurt him in the pride.”

Damn Finnrick was good. Not only she was eager to learn more, she could already feel the smug satisfaction of bringing a powerful prick down a peg fill her cause.

Finnrick seemed to notice this because he went on “Andor is a young elf. 100 years give or take.”

“A hundred years is young?”

“When you live a thousand years every other race is a child to you. Andor’s old man is a swell guy. He’s one of those good elves you see in Tolkien.”

“Tolkien?” Caitlyn furrowed her brow “He wrote the books that those Lord of the Rings films are based on right?”

“Yeah actually.”

“Oh and the Hob…”

“We don’t talk about that.” Finnrick quickly added “But see the problem is Andor’s old man doesn’t know his son has become the small time crime lord. Thinks he’s running an antique business selling off old junk that was gathering dust in the family’s attic.”

Something clicked into place for Caitlyn “Wait. Junk from the attic? You mean all those relics on the shop floor?! THAT’S OLD JUNK!?”

Finnrick gave a casual shrug “Elves are weird. Andor don’t know shit about selling, all his money comes from his illegal business practices. That’s how he keeps the shop afloat.”

“I see” Caitlyn spoke, her bluish grays sparkling with mischievous intent “If those records disappeared, his shop sinks and he has to run back home to daddy.”

“And out of the city” Finnrick finished with a smile “And those records are pretty valuable to loads of people. Easier to fence and less messy to explain than a long lost Greek vase showing up in someone’s private collection. You’d get good prices for those hoard locations alone. Better than trying to carry tons of stolen and lost treasure back to your house.”

Caitlyn eyed Finnrick carefully “And you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart? Trying to do your ‘civic’ duty to our fair city?”

“Among other things” Finnrick admitted “But mostly for the greater good.”

“Pfft, greater good? Yeah sure buddy. Like you know what’s the greater good.”

“Will you do it?”

Caitlyn paused, allowing all this information sink in. It was much better than she had planned and while she wasn’t sure of Finnrick’s angle, he seemed honest enough. Of course everyone seems honest enough the first time you meet them.

“Let’s say I do” she spoke, placing her hands on her hips to play the part “What’s in it for you?”

“A favor” He replied simply.

She rose a curious eyebrow “A favor? It’s not date with me, is it?”

“No, I plan to earn that one myself.” Finnrick answered cheerfully.

Caitlyn coughed “Fine, good. Not a date. Least you’re not a creep. But a favor is pretty vague.”

“It’ll be simple I promise.”

Caitlyn narrowed her gaze suspiciously “You promise?”

Finnrick put his hand over his heart again “Cross my heart.”

Caitlyn took a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

Caitlyn offered her hand towards the trench coat cosplayer “You got yourself a deal.”

He gently took her hand in his own and gave it a firm shake. She was surprised when, as he pulled back, she felt a strange metallic item left behind.

She looked at the crystal butterfly hair clip he placed in her hand: It was a beautiful with sliver hues and multi-colored shards of glass across its wings.

“What’s this?”

“A gift.”

Caitlyn felt uneasy with the ornament in her palm: It felt cold and distant like it was feeling her out and wasn’t liking what it found.

“It’s attuning to you.” Finnrick explained “It’s syncing up to your whole aura.”

“Aura?” Caitlyn shot him a glare of disbelief “This isn’t one of those new age hippie things is it?”

Finnrick shook his head “It’s a magical item. Yours specifically. Everything alive has a deep and very convoluted to explain connection to this plane. The hairclip is trying to match yours so you and only you can use it.”

“It feels wrong.”

“Because it doesn’t know you yet. It will.”

Caitlyn felt unease about whatever this was. Part of her wanted to toss it as far as she could. The worst part was she felt the item probing at her, changing temperatures as if trying find a comfortable setting for both of them. Burning one moment and too cold the next. This was magic and it made her felt like she knew nothing.

But part of her felt it slowly and subtly trying to match her, focusing on her and on her place in the universe. It felt more natural each passing moment and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t curious what mister detective over here was letting her borrow.

Caitlyn blew a strand of hair out of her face “How long does this usually take?”

“An hour.” Finnrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone “Oh shoot I have a meeting to get to.”

He turned to leave and suddenly Caitlyn felt alone. Awkward just standing in the street without someone to talk to.

“Wait!” She reached for him but quickly pulled back when he faced her “….any advice?”

Finnrick scratched his chin for a moment “Red tiles. Avoid them or they’ll blast you off the roof.”

“G-gotcha.” Caitlyn didn’t want to know what blast off the roof was code for “A-and the hairclip? What’s it do?”

Finnrick gave a cheeky grin and Caitlyn could feel her face flush “I guess you’ll have to find out angel. Bye for now. May we meet again soon.”

And like that, he was off. Strolling down the straight with a bounce in his step and humming a tune.

Caitlyn glanced at the ornate hairclip in her hand.

Turns out there was a lot more to this magical world than she thought.

#Mirror's edge #Original Work #original story #my work

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bvrnt0ast · 4 years ago

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Bakusquad Poly

Synopsis:

Just soft, fluffy, spicy headcannons involving you and your beloved husbands and wife after your adventures at UA

DISCLAIMER

If you are uncomfortable reading this stuff, do NOT put negative comments, just skip the fuck over it :))

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!!!

How each of them asked you out :~

Denki:

He took you out on a super romantic date

Ended up messing everything up, but you still love him for trying

Took you on a Ferris wheel because he saw it in a movie and he thought it would make you fall madly in love with him (but you already were)

He tried to act super cool, but ended up dropping the necklace he bought you off the side of the Ferris wheel car

You started laughing at him, and to shut you up he ended up kissing you

ONE DOWN, FOUR TO GO

Sero:

Took you to a petting zoo because he loves animals

He taped a goat to his hip and got kicked out, but he still got to watch you play around

You found a specific bunny to play with, and he ended up giving you the nickname “bunny”

It made you blush uncontrollably whenever he called you bunny, and that’s why he loved it so much

You realized he only did it to poke fun at you, so you decided to poke fun back at him

You ended up embarrassing him by kissing him, but he kissed back

TWO DOWN, THREE TO GO

Kirishima:

He wanted to cater to your interests so you had a stay at home movie night

He acted like the cutest cinnamon roll ever and gave the best cuddles

Obviously chose one of those sappy romance movies to watch, and Kiri cried almost the whole time

You would always laugh as he tried to hold back his tears

When he said tears weren’t manly, you told him he was the manliest man you’d ever met

He lightly pecked your lips and said he loved

THREE DOWN, TWO TO GO

Mina:

She planned both of you a girls day

Went to get your nails done

Had a really nice experience at the spa

Mina took you the park and you played on the swings and took a ton of Instagram photos

You both posted the photos only to make the boys jelly

She kissed you in the little house part at the top of the slides in the playground

FOUR DOWN, ONE TO GO

Bakugo:

You just stayed in his room all day because the others kept trying to take you from him

He asked you which one of them you would choose

You ended up talking to him for the whole day and developing the nickname “Katsu” for him

It made him smile that you were so comfortable around him

He refused to kiss you, but let you cuddle with him until you fell asleep

TIME TO MAKE YOUR DECISION

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viviswtings · 4 years ago

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Moles.

This is a little more like what I write in Spanish. Because today was a shitty day and I was in class the whole afternoon, I needed some Jinnie to take my mind off things.

Btw all my stories are related, but I don’t know how to make a masterlist, oops.

Hyunjin x f!reader.

Warnings: the same as always, poorly written sappy fluffery. But if you squint REAL hard there are some slight nsfw references? Maybe? I don’t speak English anymore.

“Can you cover it?”

She looked at him, eyebrows raised so high they looked like they would get lost in her hairline. Then she made a grimace that she had learned from him, wrinkling her nose in an exaggerated manner.

“Why in the world would I do such a horrendous thing? You monster?” He also looked at her in the same way, laughing softly right after. She crossed her arms, looking at him like she was as mad as she could get. “I will not cover it, nor that nor the others. It’s against my whole moral code”.

He avoided staring at her crossed arms and how the pose accentuated her chest, biting on his lower lip to contain his smile.

“But I think I’d look better without them”. She kicked him as soon as the words left his mouth. The sound of pain that left his chest was so loud everyone in the room turned their heads to look at them.

“Hush!” Her hands were over his mouth, soft fingers barely reaching his jawline and her nose touching the back of her hands. “You’re so dramatic”.

“But I just want you to try”. His words were muffled by her hands, but she didn’t move an inch.

“I will not conceal your moles, Hyunjin. They’re cute” She answered bluntly, matter-of-factly. Like it was so obvious it pained her to have to say it out loud. That or she was embarrassed, which she actually was. “Like Lix’s freckles”. She tried to defend herself. But Hyunjin was already smiling like an idiot.

“Okay” He looked at himself in the mirror again, not being able to stop smiling and moving his legs even though his feet reached the ground, making him look rather silly, in the cutest way. He knew he was cute, the damned boy. “But give them a kiss”.

Her eyes went wider than ever before. He had never seen her blush this hard, ever. She opened her mouth just to close it again, making her look like a very adorable fish.

Hyunjin knew she didn’t know how to act when caught off guard and he was hoping to use that little fact he had learned to his advantage. Ever since he had felt her lips on his neck while she was laughing, he just wanted to feel them again. He couldn’t shake off the tingly feeling they had left in their wake.

It was light, feathery, like a butterfly. Her lips landed on his skin before he could even laugh at her reaction. His breath caught in his chest, his laugh in his throat, and the fluttery feeling seemed to warm his insides.

When she pulled away the spot on his jaw under his ear was on fire, and he covered his face with his hand, looking away out of pure shame. He didn’t know how he came up with the idea anymore. It was Minho’s fault for telling him to just jump in the pool instead of checking if it had water at all times.

The hands he knew so well by now grabbed his face softly by the spot she had just kissed and he saw her inching closer, freaking out like he had never before.

“What are you doing?” The question got caught in his throat again, his eyes closed against his will and suddenly it was like the butterfly had just landed under his eye, flying away as quickly as it had arrived.

“There you go, now stay still”. She grabbed his hair to tie the little hair band to keep his hair at bay during the performance.

He did as he was told, trying to shake away the feeling growing inside of him. He didn’t like feeling like that, he felt horrible. She was a friend, his thoughts were going too far now. He was sweating, and he knew for a fact it was not just shame. So he felt even worse.

“Oh, wait”. Her voice was but a whisper, and he felt her lips again, while his own let out a way too breathy sigh.

If the kiss on his jawline had felt good, the one on the curve of his neck had him shaking. When she stood straight again the spot felt different. While his whole body was on fire, that particular spot felt cold, freezing even. He put two fingers over it and felt it was slightly wet, a groan roaring inside his chest.

When he turned his head to look at her, standing up, she was nowhere to be found. He brushed his hair with his hands, pulling at the tresses softly as if that could get the thoughts out of his head.

She heard the door closing and the hand clutching her chest relaxed a little. She was the biggest idiot to ver step on Earth. Why did she do it? She was used to their mocking, Minnie did it all the time and so did Jeongin sometimes. But it felt so different coming from him. She felt horrible now.

How was she supposed to look him in the eye after the show?

#hwang hyunjin #stray kids #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin x reader #stray kids imagine #reader insert #stray kids boyfriend #stray kids x reader

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belliesandburps · 3 years ago

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What's the cutest thing Hakari has ever done?

Hakari will never, ever admit this, because it's embarrassing, especially being a ninja and what not, but he's a MASSIVE cuddlebug. Part of it's because he's very affection-starved, given how he was treated for so many years, and doesn't consciously realize how much he craves the warmth of others.

As such, the very first time he and Nara stayed up late watching movies together (something Hakari had NEVER done before), he passed out and, without realizing it, snuggled up against Nara's shoulder with the gentlest, most docile smile on his soft, partially scaly face. Nara's not a sappy person at all, but she'd swear that her heart skipped a few beats when she saw how adorable the young Saurian looked in that moment. So much so that she carefully snapped a picture of him like that and keeps it on her phone.

Close second would be when Hakari was a kid and used to cuddle with the chickens he let loose that would've otherwise been slaughtered for food. Again, the kid REALLY loves his feathery friends. ;)

#oc asks #hakari #nara #fluff #cuddles

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crazybagelbitch · 4 years ago

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Ryan universe - post relationship, still new: their first fire fam event as an official family of three

“I know I’m probably biased, but I think we might have the cutest baby ever,” Maddie gushes, fussing with her daughter’s headband do that it’s sitting just so.

Really, Chimney doesn’t completely understand the joy Maddie gets from dressing Ryan in outfits with matching colored accessories, but if she’s happy, he’s happy.

“She certainly is ridiculously cute,” he agrees, smiling down at their almost six month old-- just the fact that she’s already been in this world for almost half a year makes him want to burst into tears-- as he lifts her from her car seat, “I have to say, we did a really, really good job with this little one.”

“I think she looks more like you than me which sorta sucks because I’m the one that grew her in my belly, but you’re cute so it works out in her favor.”

“Hey, she looks like you and you’re totally cute, too.”

“You’re so--”

“Hey, you three!” Buck shouts, having opened Bobby and Athena’s front door, “you know Bobby doesn’t let us eat until everyone’s here, so hurry up!”

“Stop yelling so loud or you’ll make your niece cry,” Chimney rolls his eyes.

“She’s fine. You’re her dad so she’s used to a lot of noise,” Buck retorts, “besides, you at least used to always be on time to things-- the first one there.”

“Yeah, well, then he had a baby and then he started dating me, who’s not as timely, so there we go,” Maddie smiles, “we did it a little out of order, but we’re here now. So move, you’re blocking the door, Buck.”

“Oh my god, Maddie, that is the cutest baby outfit ever!” Karen squeals the moment she lays eyes on Ryan, and Hen and Chimney meet each others glance and start laughing at the same time like clockwork, “oh, Ryan always looks so good now that she’s around you all the time instead of just half.”

“Hey!” Chimney gasps with faux offense, before making his way over to give Hen a quick squeeze around the shoulders, “Hen, you’re wife is being mean to me.”

“Yeah, yeah, she’s mean to me, too,” Hen chuckles, before she lays her head down on his shoulder in a moment of rare physical affection towards him, “she’s just happy you three came together, we both are.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me, Hen,” he groans, as if it’s bothering him but there are tears in his eyes and they both know he’s not bothered in the slightest.

“I’m just really happy for you, you deserve it, after everything...” Hen sighs, moving her hand to rub his back, “and so does Maddie, and so does little Ryan. She’s got two happy and healthy parents which is what’s most important, but now she’s got two happy and healthy parents who love each other, too.”

“Maddie and I always loved each other, Hen. We just...”

“Needed sometime, I know,” Hen nods, “that’s what happens when a psycho ex-husband comes out of the woodwork and tries to kill you both.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” he laughs, nudging his nose against her shoulder for just a moment before they both take a step back from each other, emotionally earnest moment over, “now, where did my baby go?”

“I’m having my turn,” Bobby informs him, grinning down at the little girl in his arms.

“So we’re never going to eat?” Buck asks, “we’re just going to pass the baby around?”

“Be quiet, Buck,” Bobby hushes him, “right now let’s just enjoy your sister’s beautiful family.”

“But I’m--”

“Ryan!” Christopher giggles, making his way over to Bobby’s side so he can look at the baby, too, “she’s even bigger than the last time I saw her.”

“Babies grow pretty quickly, Christopher,” Eddie laughs, “we’ve been over this. She’s just going to keep getting bigger and bigger and--”

“Don’t!” Maddie interrupts him, pointing her finger at him as she pouts, “she’s going to be a sweet little baby forever. She’s already growing up too fast, so don’t encourage her.”

“Uh, Mads, I don’t really think she can just decide to stop growing if--”

“Shut up, Buck.”

“She really is so cute,” May observes, smiling softly as she looks the baby over curiously, “I usually think most babies look weird when they’re really young, but she’s adorable.”

“Thanks, I think,” Chimney teases good naturedly, “but yeah, she is really, really cute. Maddie and I made one beautiful baby.”

“So how about--”

“Bobby, if you ask us for another baby right now, I just might throw something at you,” Maddie says with a glare, crossing her arms tightly and pursing her lips so that she knows he’s been business.

“...You know what?” Bobby asks, and Chimney bites his lip to keep from cackling, “why don’t we all sit down and eat before the food gets cold?”

#ry-ry #this is scattered and not that great #but i missed this au #if anyone has any ryan prompts pls send!!#can be any point in the timeline

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petitelepus · 4 years ago

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Detroit's Toughest Alpha and Cutest Omega, Part 3

It's the start of Hank's date night with you.

Hank was frowning at his mirror image. He held hangers with a button shirt on them in front of his image, trying to figure out which one to wear. You had asked him out and for some ungodly reason, Hank had said yes. Now he needed to look presentable but not like he didn't exactly care. Which he didn't, but if he would be ghosted he could always go spend the rest of the night at Jimmy's Bar.

"Connor!" Hank called and the android came as he was called. The man showed him the two shirts that made it to the finals. "Which one should I wear?"

"For your date? Given your opinions, I would go for the streaky. The other one is the exact same shirt you wore on our case to the Eden Club."

"The sex club?"

"Affirmative. I think you might have some memories with that shirt." Connor said and Hank grumbled as he threw the sex shirt on the ground and started to put on the streaky shirt. The android smiled as he watched his friend button up the shirt.

"You look good Lieutenant. Sharp and ready." He said and Hank grunted. "At least I can get some whiskey when she realizes her mistake and dumbs me as any saint person would. If she doesn't, I know there is something wrong with her and I can leave her."

"I don't know, she sounds genuine. Who knows, perhaps she-!"

"Connor, she is pretty, she is young and has a life ahead of her!" Hank snapped, "No one in her shoes would do what she is doing now!"

"You're overanalyzing things, Hank." The android smiled and walked to his friend so he could open his shirt that the older man had buttoned wrong and started to do it for him. "You're a good detective and she will see it and fall for you again."

"When did you turn so sappy?" Hank grumbled and Connor just smiled as he finished his friend's shirt. "When I became deviant. Now, where are you meeting her?"

Just on cue, a doorbell rang and two of them froze.

"Shit, she's early!" Hank cursed and looked at Connor, "How do I look?" He asked and the android smiled as he dug out a bottle from his jacket and sprayed something on Hank. The Lieutenant coughed and hissed. "Shit, what is that!?"

"I took the liberty to find a perfume that compliments your natural musk," Connor said with a smile and the doorbell rang again. Hank cursed and quickly made his way to the door and opened it. His eyes widened.

There you were, standing in a light yellow summer dress, your hair was done so it looked like a halo around your painted face. You looked absolutely stunning and Hank tried to greet you but he couldn't find the words... So he awkwardly stared at you with his mouth open.

You blinked and smiled lightly. "Good evening Lieutenant. I hope I'm not too early, but I didn't want to be late."

Of course, you didn't... Hank coughed into his fist and cleared his throat. "No, it's fine-!"

There was a loud bark and the man didn't manage to react before it was too late and Sumo, his huge Saint Bernard slipped past its owner and jumped on to you. You yelped and quickly caught the dog's front paws so it wouldn't destroy your dress.

"Sumo!" Hank barked and quickly grabbed his dog, pulling it off from you. "Sorry, he gets excited when we get company...!"

"Oh, it's alright!" You said happily and the man blinked as you bent down and petted the dog's head. "I like dogs and this big guy seems to feel the same."

"Yeah, he really likes humans..." Hank said and then flinched, "And androids, he really likes everyone!"

You laughed lightly and smiled at your date. "He is a good boy!"

The man nodded and heard steps behind him. He turned and saw Connor coming so he made his way to his roommate. The android saw you and greeted you, "Why hello!" He said and offered a hand to you. "My name is Connor. I'm Lieutenant Anderson's friend. You must be his charming date."

You took the android's hand and introduced yourself. "Nice to meet you, Connor." You smiled. "And thank you for helping me a couple of weeks ago! I'm really thankful you were there with Lieutenant!"

"I'm happy we could assist you." The two of you smiled and Hank cleared his throat. "Should we head out now or...?"

You flinched, quickly retrieving your hand and grabbing your shoulder bag. "Y- Yes, of course!" You stammered and turned around. You managed to take a couple of steps before you stopped and looked over your shoulder. "Are you coming?"

Hank flinched and grumbled, turning to take his jacket with him, but Connor was already offering the jacket for his friend. The man grunted a quick thank you and walked up to you. You smiled and started walking but the two of you went different ways. Both of you froze and looked at each other in confusion.

"Ah, sorry, is there somewhere where you want to go?" You asked and Hank shook his head and motioned towards his car. "No, I just thought we would drive there."

You frowned lightly, but nodded and approached Hank, but the man raised his palm in your direction. "We can walk there where you want to go."

"No no, a car is fine!" You yelped and walked around the vehicle to claim the shotgun. Hank grunted lightly as he slipped into the driver's seat and leaned over the joystick to unlock the door for you. You thanked him and slid into the seat, immediately putting on your seatbelt. Hank followed your example, started the car, and backed up from his yard, but before he took off he glanced at you.

"Uh, is there a place where you want to go?"

"I- uh, yes, but we can go wherever you want." You said shyly and Hank shook his head. "Nah, we'll go your way today. Do you have the place's name or something?"

"I'll lead us there."

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