#inspired by an insta reel I saw

[jackdaww-draws]

sunglasses

[ifwebefriends]

Me now: you’re on the asexual spectrum

14-year-old me: okay

Me now: there’s 2 going on 3 live action Sonic movies that fucking rule

14-year-old me:

🤯🤯🤯

[fnafbutawesome]

i used to make spring lock suits for over 30 years

[leafzu]

Zayne keeps his hands on your pregnant belly, when sleeping at night.

He gently rubs and soothes where his baby girl is. He wants his baby girl to feel his presence even if she's still inside your belly.

And when she makes movement in the middle of the night and your brows crease a little in pain, he rubs your belly and runs his hands through your hair to soothe the discomfort.

He will kiss your forehead and your belly to let both of his beautiful girls know how much he loves them. They're his world.

Inspired by a reel I saw on Insta.

[iamhereforfunnzies]

Fun idea what about a gyaru! Reader, Like she tried to get attention for being high maintenance but no amount of spending will ever dent the fortune of the wayne

Girlie you spend over 1,500 dollars with my melody inspired nails , make up cost more than an entire state of Gotham High , always shopping in taobao or out thrifting. I can also imagine this reader active in social media (Tiktok , Instagram , youtube , and etc.,). Like those bimbo tiktokers who are actually smart? Yeah that is so you.

Bruce! He noticed you because he saw you making a youtube tutorial on how you do your makeup. He always thought he never influenced you since he barely talk with you , he felt proud about it having a normal child in his mind. He didn't ruined your mental health with this batman stuff. He genuinely did care , he thought having atleast one normal child who didn't have to risk their life to crime was a gift enough of him. When he heard you talk though... The way you speaked sounded too much like him. Not as batman but as Brucie Wayne.

The persona which he fabricated so no one can guess he is Batman, he knows you don't know anything about his Vigilante life so he had a epiphany. He never actually truly showed his real personality with you did he? He appeared to always been a playboy , party animal , sex addict , and himbo to the media. The way you talk is a mirror on his persona , it terrifies him it's ridiculous.

Eversince he started trying to "clean" you , he can't have you imitate his persona that will stump your development. He started always joining you to your nail sessions , makeup spree , and shopping clothes. He legit forces you to waterdown your style by cutting your allowance and monitoring you. He even learned makeup, specifically clean girl makeup or douyin cause he finds it adorable. He loves buying you elegant dresses from Dior , Vera wang , and Channel. He genuinely loves matching with you. His Brucie Wayne persona tames down just to set a example for you.

Damian! When he first saw you , he actually liked how colorful you are. He never once talked to you just because he assumed you were dumb and the family never converse about you. He didn't want to waste his breathe but that didn't mean he didn't find you stunning.

He loved painting , drawing , and using your color combinations of your outfits as an inspiration. You always thought he was glaring at you but the truth he is admirring your makeup , wig , and charms around your bag. He loved doddling you around his sketchbook. He started an insta account just to see fits he never got to see up close. The day he saw one of your reels about you talking about finance , politics , or any topic he was dumbstruck.

He started talking to you, it was awkward at first. The first thing he said was why you dressed like that. It didn't to sound insulting he just curious but you gave him a loopy smile saying why not. A moment to himself after that conversation he wanted to be closer to you. His sibling who so colorful and fun. He hated when Bruce started to "clean" you. He wanted to rip that man to shreds when he saw less of your vibrant long nails , and colorful wigs.

[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) you plus me is three

𝜗𝜚 ITOSHI SAE: KNAUTIA.

a/n: [fem!reader] sae sae sae come home the kids miss you butt mention near the end ☹️ inspired by a reel i saw on insta!!!! ENJOY HUHU!!! ♪( ´▽｀)

to love,

"i'm home!"

the smell of comfort washes over your weary soul after another demanding day at work. as you take a deep breath, a bit of dusted cocoa, hints of cinnamon chai latte and just a smidge of caramel seeps into your lungs. whirrs of the dish washer, occasional rumbles of the washing machine and cicada chirps flood the energy in your brain, making your body feel limp. it feels like your ankles are about to give out as you take of your shoes while touching the wall to keep balance.

walking in, all the lights are warm and dim. unlike your workplace, walking in being greeted by a wave of cold air, where the lights are too cool for your liking. you let out an exasperated sigh, before looking from side to side to see of you could spot your husband, sae, or your daughter, fuyumi.

faux cosmetic products scattered the floor with its bright pink hues too vibrant to miss. occasional dolls here and there, with new hairstyles and plastic hair clips littered here and there. the tv has been left on pause, so it’s not like they’ve been away long. you smile to yourself. definitely didn’t get bored while mama was gone, huh?

to change,

you and sae had evolved from initial necklaces and hoodies, to wedding rings and shirts. slipping into something snug and soft, curiosity infects your heart once again and the feeling encourages you to keep searching for them. walking up the stairs, you feel the cold railing under your fingertips send little chills down your spine. the warm cocoa smell gets washed over by the overwhelming scent of your frangipani and coconut perfume.

“yumi~! where are you two silly little…” chuckling to yourself, thinking about what the two might be up to. you walk down the hallway, grazing your hand upon every doodle sprinkled door before ending up at you and your husband’s shared bedroom where the door was slightly ajar. before even laying your fingers on the handle, you’re greeted with a soft thud.

you suddenly gently bump into a familiar detergent. rosewood and jasmine. the subtle scent hypnotises you for a second, nostalgia washing over you until the friction of your husband’s hands meet your skin. he fumbles with his hands for a split second before effortlessly holding the base of your back, catching you with ease.

“hi sweetheart.” he smiles, sae’s hands slowly slip down to your rear, gently squishing a handful.

“hi, sa—“your sweet voice cuts off, spotting little stains of lips on his shirt.

“where did this come from?” you smile awkwardly, your hands on his chest moving to tug at the collar of his white blouse, noticing a couple of small pink kiss marks scattered near his neck, slightly dishevelled.

fuyumi’s little figure emerges from your vanity, your old lipstick in her small grasp. her rosy bangs which matched her father’s (slightly shorter than her eyebrows), small toothy smile and long lower lashes catching your eye. she wraps her little arms around you and sae’s leg, squeezing her face in between.

“meee!” she giggled.

and to become.

[libingan]

—gym buddies.

i saw this insta reel of two ppl playfully flirting w each other at the gym lol this fic is HEAVILY inspired by that

i saw it and was like “holy shit that’s literally gaz” so i opened my google docs and wrote this shit down

the gym was quiet that morning, save for the low thrum of pop music and the occasional clang of weights being racked. you were just finishing up a set, wiping sweat from your brow when a familiar voice broke through the air.

“alright, serious question,” kyle said, sauntering over with that trademark grin of his, hoodie pulled low but not enough to hide the mischievous glint in his eyes.

you gave him a skeptical look, already bracing for the ridiculousness about to leave his mouth. “what is it now?”

he leaned casually against the equipment, crossing his arms. “what’s the sluttiest thing a man can wear in the gym?”

you didn’t even have to think about it. “easy. grey sweatpants.” you gestured toward his own, letting your finger linger pointedly. his jaw dropped, hand going to his chest like you’d just mortally wounded him.

“no way,” he said, looking down at his pants like they’d betrayed him. “grey sweatpants? you’re telling me i walked in here looking like someone’s gym boyfriend?”

you shrugged, your smirk only widening. “yep. and it gets worse. those black compression shirts? the really tight ones? they’re just as bad.”

his expression froze, eyes widening in fake horror. “oh, no. oh, shit.” with a dramatic flourish, he grabbed the hem of his hoodie and whipped it off, revealing—of course—a black compression shirt that clung to him like a second skin. “you’re saying i’ve been out here slutting it up all this time?”

you doubled over laughing, clutching at your stomach. “kyle, you’re basically naked. someone should report you.”

“damn,” he muttered, tossing his hoodie onto the bench. “guess i better own it, then.”

you shook your head, still grinning. “well, guess i have to join in.” you peeled off your own shirt, revealing your gym bra underneath. his reaction was immediate—his hands flew to his face, and he staggered back a step like you’d just struck him.

“oh, my god,” he muttered through his fingers, peeking at you like he couldn’t help himself. “this is too much. i need backup. my eyes can’t handle this. they’re fighting for their lives right now.”

you rolled your eyes, heading toward the pull-up bar. “shut up and spot me, you idiot.”

he followed, still grinning. “not my fault you’re out here distracting the hell out of me.”

you jumped up and grabbed the bar, pulling yourself up with a grunt. he stood close, hands hovering just in case. “i swear i’m being professional,” he said, the grin in his voice impossible to miss. “but you’re making it really, really hard.”

“oh, yeah?” you managed to get out between reps.

“yeah,” he said, stepping back to get a better angle. “like, why are they right there? i’m trying to be a gentleman, but you’re not making it easy.”

“kyle,” you panted, dropping down and shaking out your arms. “you’re the worst spotter in history.”

“wrong. i’m the best,” he countered immediately, offering you a bottle of grip chalk. “i’m just efficient. spotting and complimenting all at once. a real multitasker.”

you snatched the bottle from him, rubbing it onto your palms. “if i out-rep you, you’re buying me coffee.”

he raised an eyebrow, smirking. “fine. but if i win, you’re buying me lunch. and dessert.”

“deal.” you jumped back onto the bar, managing a few more pull-ups before your grip gave out again. dropping back down, you shot him a triumphant look. “beat that, hotshot.”

he shrugged, crossing his arms. “how about we settle it with some cardio instead?”

you narrowed your eyes. “what kind of cardio?”

he stepped closer, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch. “the kind that’s better done at my place.”

…

the two of you were side by side on treadmills in his apartment gym, sneakers pounding against the belts as you shot him an unimpressed look.

“this,” you said, panting slightly, “is not the kind of cardio i had in mind, kyle.”

he burst out laughing, speeding up his treadmill just to mess with you. “what? running builds endurance. gotta be ready for… extracurricular activities.”

you groaned, shaking your head but unable to stop yourself from smiling. “keep talking, and you’ll have to prove it.”

“oh, i will,” he shot back, that cheeky grin firmly in place. “but first, let’s see who lasts longer on these treadmills. loser buys dinner.”

you huffed, already planning to outlast him. or maybe let him win. after all, he did promise dessert.

[t-lostinworlds]

Big, Hormonal Heart | Bucky Barnes

》 PAIRING: bucky barnes x pregnant!female!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: established relationship (marriage), fluff fluff fluff

》 SUMMARY: It'd probably take more than one lifetime for Bucky to list reasons why he was so lucky to call you his wife. He was certain your big heart was one of them. One that grew even more with pregnancy hormones. It was sweet, how you to got so upset when they got his order wrong. Your meal was perfectly fine. But when his wasn't? Oh it was a crime.

》 WARNINGS: pregnancy, a dog named Snow and Alpine the cat, pet names (doll, baby, my love, sweetheart), emotional!r (she cries. like, most of the fic), husband!bucky being the sweetest, domesticity and just overall fluff (pretty tame fic ngl)

》 WORD COUNT: 2.5k+

A/N: this idea was super random. i saw an insta reel of a pregnant woman having mood swings over some food and then everyone was sharing their experiences in the comments and i got inspired so here ya go alksalkss. DISCLAIMER! I'm not pregnant nor have i ever been lol. I did as much research as i could but still, don't count on me to be 100% accurate.

++ ALSO this was written in just a few hours. this isn't my best work. just something i wanted to write as an exercise since i haven't written anything in months. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

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Bucky Barnes was one lucky man.

If someone had told him years ago that he was going to live in a quaint home in the suburbs, a lovely backyard space for a dog and a cat to enjoy, and that he'd be married to the absolute love of life, an angel on earth who was now carrying his first child—

He honestly would've stared at them dead in the eye, wondering how someone could make such a cruel joke.

Yet here he was, actually living it, a life that seemed so much like a dream.

Though he was quickly reminded of how real this was as he stood in the nursery, glaring at the manual that came with the crib you two had bought from the furniture store.

It looked simple enough at first—putting together ready-made pieces should be easy, right?

Wrong.

Not when you have countless amounts of screws that more or less looked the same but were actually not because each served a different purpose. 

He was in the middle of figuring out how to install the legs to the main base when you walked into the room with your two bodyguards—Alpine the Cat and Snow the five-year-old Samoyed—in tow.

"How's it going, handsome?" you hummed as you reached his side, arms wrapping around his waist, your warmth immediately easing the frustration he had about this goddamn crib.

"It's…" he sighed, gesturing at the wooden pieces scattered around the floor. "Going."

You laughed at that, kissing his clothed shoulder before standing in front of him.

Bucky held your waist then, pulling you as close as he could given that your baby bump was in the middle of you both.

He honestly couldn't begin to express how much comfort and warmth covered his whole being every time he was met with the absolute love in your eyes.

And Bucky was sure his gaze shined the same.

So many people have pointed it out on numerous occasions, the twinkle in his eyes every time they land on you—his beautiful wife.

"I was thinking," you murmured, resting your hands on his chest, moving up his shoulder and down again in a sweet caress. "How about a quick break while we order some food?"

It was only about an hour after lunch, so Bucky wasn't particularly keen on filling his stomach some more.

But you, on the other hand, were nearing the end of your second trimester. It wasn't out of the norm for you to be hungry at this time, given you were eating for two. Plus, there was an added layer that your little peanut probably had some super soldier serum in their DNA—the baby's appetite could be enhanced for all he knew.

Other than that, the last thing Bucky wanted was an angry and hungry pregnant wife. So it wasn't really a hard decision to make.

"Okay, let's get you something to eat," he said.

Ever the observant person that you were, you quickly noticed his choice of words.

"For me?" you asked, brows furrowed. "You're not hungry?"

Bucky shook his head. "Not really."

Your bottom lip went.

He instantly knew he said the wrong thing.

"But I'm hungry," you murmured, eyes starting to glisten.

He could never explain it even if he tried, but whenever you got upset, your bodyguards always seemed to notice it. The two have always been protective of you and that only grew tenfold when you got pregnant.

Today wasn't an exception.

Snow barked at him, whining his complaints as he put his fifty-pound body between your legs, slightly pushing Bucky back. The furball was well trained though, so his protectiveness never went too far beyond being vocal about it. Alpine, on the other hand, was sitting a foot away, glaring at Bucky—quite the traitor given that she was supposed to be his cat, but he couldn't blame her for loving you, either—as if she knew it was his fault you were upset.

But still, Bucky wasn't quite sure what he'd done wrong.

"I know, sweetheart," he said slowly, a little confused, trying to navigate around Snow who was pawing at his leg as if trying to push him further away. "I'll order some food for you."

"But you're not hungry," you repeated, body slumping with sadness.

"I'm not," he agreed, quickly cupping your face when a tear slipped from your eyes. "But hey, hey, that doesn't mean we can't still order food for you, doll."

"No, I know," you sniffled.

"So, what's making you upset, hmm?"

You buried your face in his chest with a shaky breath as you said,

"I don't want to eat alone."

Bucky paused, pressing his lips and swallowing down a laugh because he couldn't have you thinking he was making fun of you. He wasn't. But you were so adorable it made his chest ache.

"Okay, okay," he hummed, kissing the side of your head as he rubbed your back in comfort. "I'll order something for me, too."

•••

A few minutes later, your little family migrated to the living room. You both were sitting on the couch together, the two furballs sprawled at your feet as a random show played on TV. Various take-out bags covered the coffee table, way too many for two people but hey, that's what fridges and microwaves are for.

Fondness filled Bucky's bones as he watched you settle your food on your lap, doing what he called your Cravings Satisfied Wiggle.

He couldn't contain his chuckle.

You looked at him with furrowed brows, words a little muffled with your mouth full. "What?"

"Happy?" he asked, reaching over to wipe the sauce on the corner of your mouth.

"Very much," you giggled, eyes wrinkling at the corners.

Even after all these years, the sight of your pure joy still made his heart stutter, chest growing warmer when you leaned closer with a pout.

Bucky met you halfway for a short yet sweet kiss.

"Thank you," you hummed, even though there was no need for you to thank him for ordering you food.

"You're welcome, sweetheart."

Reaching over the table, he took the one and only paper bag that was for him, because again, he wasn't that hungry.

"Oh."

"What's wrong?" You turned to him in concern.

"It's not a big deal," he reassured with a smile, shrugging because it really wasn't. "They got mine wrong."

You frowned. "You didn't get the nuggets?"

"No, they give me the burger meal," he said. "They must've misheard me.

Bucky immediately perked up when your lips started to tremble.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, cupping your face to wipe away your tears.

"You—" you sniffled. "You didn't get your nuggets."

Bucky pressed his lips to stop a smile.

God you were so fucking cute.

"It's okay, baby," he soothed. "I'm fine with a burger, too."

You cried even harder.

Snow and Alpine quickly stood, all alert and concerned as they nudged your leg.

"You wanted the nuggets, Bucky," you insisted, choking back a sob. "But you didn't get it."

He carefully pulled you closer, rubbing your back in comfort as you laid your head on his shoulder. "I know, but it's okay—"

"No, it's not!" you protested, all teary and frustrated, pulling away to glare at him. "You deserve to get what you want. Y-You deserve all the good things after e-everything."

Bucky might honestly start crying too with how sweet you were being.

"Oh doll, come here," he placated, pulling you in for a hug while trying to navigate the food on your lap.

He could take it away for safety, but he'd already learned his lesson the hard way. Taking food away from a pregnant woman was a death sentence.

"I want you to be happy," you sniffled, burying your face against his neck. "You wanted the nuggets and they disrespected that."

It took so much for him not to let out a chuckle. Because as much as Bucky hated to see you crying and upset, he couldn't deny how adorably funny this whole conversation was.

But you'd always had the biggest heart. Whether that was crying over those rescue animal videos, emotional scenes in movies, to feeling upset over something he was experiencing—your empathy was always high.

What more with the pregnancy hormones in the mix?

"How about I ask them to change it?"

Again, wrong thing to say.

He needed to get better at this.

"But they're probably so stressed and overworked already," you sobbed. "A-And it's about to rain. I don't want the delivery guy to get wet in the rain. T-They already don't get paid enough."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he hummed, rubbing your back. "Will you look at me, my love?"

You lifted your head then, Bucky's heart aching at the absolute distress on your features—pout in full play, eyes a little bloodshot with tear stains on your skin.

He cupped your cheeks with a soft smile, placing gentle kisses all over your face, unrelenting until you let out a whine of protest. He stopped then, thankful to see that you'd calmed down now.

"I promise you, the burger meal is perfectly fine with me. I'm not mad or upset about it. I don't mind it at all," he said.

You took a calming deep breath and nodded. It only took a second for you to look at him sheepishly.

"Sorry I overreacted," you whispered, embarrassed.

"Hey, none of that," he lightly scolded. "All the emotions you're feeling will always be valid."

You smiled, small yet sweet, leaning in and kissing him with as much gratitude as you could muster.

"Besides, it makes me feel so honored to know that you're willing to fight for my chicken nugget rights."

"Shut up, Barnes."

•••

You and Bucky always had a nightly routine and it usually consisted of the two of you getting ready for bed in your own different ways. They were intertwined, but not exactly the same. Like you'd be doing some skin care in the bathroom while he would be brushing his teeth.

But ever since you got pregnant, your routine became more in sync.

It usually started with a bath that he'd run for you. Most of the time he'd end up joining you, the length of said bath varying since that usually depended on what mood you were in. Bucky was always at the service of meeting his wife's needs, after all.

Recently, now that your bump wasn't particularly easy to navigate, he'd helped you get ready for bed. From getting dressed to your skin care, including rubbing some moisturizer on your stomach. That part was one of his favorite things to do.

Then it was the typical things, getting dressed, brushing your teeth—this one you stopped him from doing it for you even though he was more than willing—and overall just getting ready for bed.

Once you’d settled on the pregnancy pillow that Bucky fluffed up for you, he'd sit near the foot of the bed to give your sore feet a massage while you read a book.

Tonight, right when he was in the middle of doing that, he heard you sniffle.

Bucky looked up in concern, catching you already staring at him with tears already in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking you over. "Does something hurt?"

"No, I-I'm okay. I just—" You cut yourself off with a sob.

Bucky quickly moved beside you, pulling you onto his lap as he wrapped his arms around your form. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, body shaking as you cried.

"Hey, hey, talk to me," he murmured against your hair. "Tell me what's wrong."

"It's just—" You let out a shaky breath. "You're always taking care of me."

"Of course, sweetheart, you're my wife," he said. "And not only because it's my duty as your husband, but because I love you so much."

That made you cry even harder.

"I l-love you too, so much," you sobbed. "But I haven't been able to take care of you lately and that's not f-fair."

Bucky felt his heart grow as if it wasn't already bursting at the seams.

How could someone be so selfless and sweet?

"You're pregnant, my love," he stated the obvious reason as to why. "Besides, I'm capable of taking care of myself. It's alright."

"No, it's not," you argued, pulling away slightly to face him. "You deserve to be taken care of, too! You deserve to get pampered a-and a break but you're always fussing over me and taking care of me instead. I'm not helping with any of it. I'm just making it harder for you."

"No, absolutely not," he stated firmly, holding your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. "I love taking care of you. It honestly makes me feel so fulfilled and happy when I do."

"Really?" you sniffled.

"Yes. It's the least I could do with everything that you've been going through right now," he said truthfully, adding with a chuckle, "Hell, if I could carry our baby so you wouldn't have to go through all the pain I would."

That earned him a small laugh.

"But I want to take care of you, too," you admitted after a deep breath.

"You already are," he hummed, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly. "You're taking care of our baby and my heart, and those are very important to me."

You scrunched up your nose adorably.

"That was so cheesy."

"But it's true, though."

You smiled, cupping his face. Bucky turned his head to kiss your palm.

"Thank you," you sighed fondly. "For putting up with me and for everything."

"First off, I'm not putting up with anything," he reassured, kissing your other palm before adding, "Second, you never have to thank me for taking care of you. Never."

You nodded, leaning closer to press your lips against his, pouring all your love and gratitude into it. Bucky kissed you back with the same fervor, never needing words to express what you truly feel for each other.

He felt so content—feeling your lips, your fingers tangled in his hair, and your little peanut asking for attention too, kicking the second Bucky rested hand on your bump.

When you let out a soft, needy whine, he was ready to take the kiss even further.

That was until a wet tongue met his cheek.

Bucky groaned in annoyance, pulling away to see Snow giving you a kiss, too. He couldn't be angry at the dog for ruining the moment when your lovely laugh echoed in the air. Alpine jumped on the bed a second later, nudging her head against Bucky's chin before walking over to place a loving paw on your bump.

His smile was as bright as it could be as he watched the scene before him.

A wonderful home, a wholesome family that involved his beautiful, loving wife and two furballs, his family that was only getting bigger in a few months—

Yeah.

Bucky Barnes was one lucky man.

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[mactavishsgfandwife]

it was tipping it down the day that you and johnny got married.

your beautiful dress, the intricate white lace that hung from you like silk, glistened. not from silver or gold, but from little droplets of water that ran down the back of your train, pooling and merging into one another along the way.

your hands were cold, they felt wet and solid and real as they clasped around your light bouquet. cool, not cool like ice but like faces coming in from the cold, finally home.

this was not at all like you’d planned - an outdoor wedding was a great idea, you’d agreed - lovely surroundings and plenty of room for your sister’s children (and your groom) to run around in. seems you’d neglected to plan for a natural disaster, or at least the closest thing to it west of glasgow.

despite the downpour, you embraced your new surroundings as you walked the path from your past to your future, up the makeshift aisle. little loose hairs were damp against your forehead, curling up a little in the wet. your cheeks and your face ached, wonderfully, splashed and sore but so happy to be here. and to see him.

standing there, grinning back at you, johnny. his cheeks were wet, just like yours, and you were sure he was thanking the lord for making the tears brimming in his eyes less obvious. that stupid mohawk - you don’t think he’ll ever get rid of it - all scruffed up from the damp and the way that he’s been running his hands through it incessantly, almost desperately, all morning.

to his left, your bridesmaids, and to his right, his three old friends in matching suits. one you don’t recognise, but through deduction it’s clear that he must be simon. no mask. never before have you seen the man’s face and it seems strange that he’d suddenly choose to flaunt it to your whole family - but he knew how much this meant to johnny.

"hello, bonnie," your fiancé coos, reaching out a much warmer hand to yours as you step up beside him. tenderly, he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, watching your eager eyes smiling as water droplets dance down your face.

"fuck, you’re cold," he laughs, talking under his breath. you can’t help but giggle. this is the man you love, this is the man you want to marry.

this was a little different i hope you guys liked it! heavily inspired by an insta reel i saw of a couple getting married in the rain but i lost it :(

not proofread, sorry if i made any mistakes!!

masterlist pinned on my blog 😇

[cameronspecial]

Let Me Push It For You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

Summary: Y/N wants to recreate a prank she saw on Instagram and it doesn't surprise her that Rafe's reaction makes her regret doing it right away.

A/N: This is inspired by this.

Masterlist

Instagram has a slew of reels of girlfriends teasing or pranking their boyfriends to see their reactions and Y/N enjoys replicating these videos because Rafe has such a different reaction. While other boyfriends get snarky or annoyed, Rafe is always so gentle and loving with his reaction. Her arms lean against the cart bar as she follows Rafe through the store. His head is on the grocery list on his phone and he stops in front of the avocados. This is Y/N’s first opportunity to begin the prank and she looks around as she fails to halt the cart in time, causing him to stumble forward because of the metal tapping his backside. She can feel his eyes burn into the side of her head as she pretends not to notice what happened. He shrugs it off and begins squeezing the avocados to determine which ones are ripe. He places eight in a plastic bag, placing it in her cart. He continues their trek through the store and heads to the yogurt section. Again, she bumps into him with the cart while looking at the juices on the other side of the aisle. His eyebrows come together as she yet again does not give an apology. He glances at her to see her distracted and chalks that up for the reason for the accident. 

“Angel, what flavour yogurt do you want?” he poses, holding up the two options of lactose-free yogurt they have to choose from because of Jaiden’s lactose intolerance. Her attention falls on him, “Hmm, the berry one, please.” He nods and puts it into the cart. His fingers lace through the metal grid lightly in hopes that this will prevent any more accidental run-ins. Y/N lets up for a while until they get to the self-checkout lane. Rafe’s hand removes itself from the cart and he begins scanning their items. This gives her a chance to give the cart one more tiny push into Rafe’s side. Used to this occurrence, he doesn’t say anything at all. Once everything is scanned and returned to the cart, the couple makes their way back to his car. However, as they exit the store, Y/N feels Rafe shove her hip with his. He places his hands on the bar of the cart, taking over for her. “Let me push it for you, Angel,” he offers, walking them toward the car. She tilts her head and smiles internally at his reaction, “Why is something wrong?” “No, I’m okay. Although, you did seem a little distracted in there, Angel. Is everything okay?” he worries.

“Everything is great. Why would you say that I’m distracted?”

“Well, you didn’t seem to notice that you ran into me three times, Angel.”

“I did, I’m so sorry. How come you didn’t tell me?” 

One of his arms pulls her into his side by her waist, “It’s okay, Angel. You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to break your train of thought. You looked very deep in it.” She finds it incredibly sweet that Rafe would rather be hit by a cart than divert her attention. She freezes and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her front to his side. “Now you make me feel bad,” she whines. Rafe looks down at her with a fret, “No, Angel. Please don’t feel bad. You didn’t know you were doing it.” “That wasn't exactly true,” she confesses. “I knew I was doing it. I saw a reel on Insta where a girl kept bumping into her husband until he lost his mind.” Rafe gives her a blank look and tears begin to well in her eyes. No reaction to the truth feels worse than an angry one. It means she can’t read his reaction. At this sight, he realizes he needs to react and wraps an arm around her waist. “Please, don’t cry. I’m not mad, Angel. A little confused by the prank, but not mad,” he reassures. Her arms go around his waist and she gives him a little squeeze, “Still, I’m sorry.” He wipes the tears from her eyes and kisses her forehead. “It’s in the past. How about we get the groceries in the car and go home to make the chicken avocado sandwiches we’ve been dying to try?” 

She relaxes in his hold and her head flicks up and down in agreement. “That sounds like a great plan.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming

[rockybloo]

A Crystal with a hairdo inspired by an Insta reel I saw last week

It really brings her whole look together in such a cute way and gives her such stronger silhouette so I might just keep it.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

domestic jason hcs? >:)

(this ask feels self-indulgent but i was VERY inspired by this one buff dude i saw on insta reels baking in a not-so-sexual way but like women in the comments are down bad and i cant really describe it im so sorry 😭)

imagine waking up to jason baking something (doesnt have to be anything could just be bread). you wanna help but the only instructions he gives you is to sit pretty, wearing his shirt and all. everytime he moves around the kitchen, he give u a lil peck on the lips if hes close enough to you. youre just sitting pretty like he asked, watching this man work and looking a little love struck cuz all you wanna do is pull him down and give him the fattest kiss for being so husband material

(dude, im yearning so much. thank u for writing a lot for jason 💞 ALSO ive seen u around in the cod tag so another thanks for ur fics there too 💞)

I’m sticking with the prompt cause I had unholy thoughts. An thank you! I appreciate your appreciation for my works ✨

This may be the tiniest bit suggestive 🌝

Time Written - 5:51 a.m

Baking at an early hour was somewhat new for Jason.

Baking at an early hour after an intense ending to an incredible date night was incredibly new for Jason.

His hands were occupied with an intriguing scene of soft dough and hard, rich yellow butter on a marble countertop. His muscles at work folding in the pockets of butter into the dough, pressing it with the heels of his palms.

“Morning, mama.” His morning voice held that early rasp in his tone that tickled you just right. You reciprocated his greeting as you walk into the kitchen, dressed in one of his shirts he aggressively yanked off the night before.

There he stood in grey sweatpants. Baking something delectable for seemingly no reason.

“What’s the occasion?” You question as you approach the counter, admiring his bed rugged hair adding onto his every attractive appearance.

“Cloudy outside, which means baking time.”

“Baking time?” The slightest glance at your cheeky little grin made him amusingly scoff.

“Baked goods,” he clarified with a head gesture behind him. “Coffee’s ready for ya, babe.”

Soon, the kitchen will flood with the warm aroma of browning butter and cooking sugar, invading throughout your home for a very long evening. Neighbors will get jealous over the smell of bakery air, hopefully helping them ignore the noises prior to the other night.

It was quite a sight to watch, his muscles flexing with a focused flare along his brow. You almost didn’t hear his insistence the second time towards the cinnamon coffee waiting in the pot for you.

“Gonna stick around? You’ll get first glance at what I’m making.”

“Which is?” You pry, watching him approach the sink to wash his hands.

“Crossiants,” he admits after drying his hands, giving the tip of your nose a peck. “With chocolate.”

“Look at you, my man’s a baker.” You smile while leaning against the counter, feeling your heart throb romantically from his chaste kisses.

“Not what you expected, huh?”

“What, my Red Hood busting skulls and baking? So many single moms would chase after you if they could.”

That comment has him unexpectedly laugh. Not the worst thing he’s been told, so he’ll take it. Poor single mothers, too bad he’s already taken.

“I thought you meant the chocolate would be inside?” You ask after peeking at the dough he wrapped up in cling wrap.

“No,” He shakes his head. “See, I thought that, but I like the idea of dipping them into melted chocolate a whole lot better.”

“Where’d you get the inspiration?”

“France,” he amusingly huffs with a shrug after approaching to take the packet you handed to him. “Thanks baby. Where else?”

He slips the packet of buttered dough into the fridge before turning towards the stove, almost running into you as you beat him to it, peering into a saucepan full of melted chocolate.

“Hey, hey.” Cool, clean hands gently grasped hold of your shoulders, gently nudging you away from his little workspace. “Easy on those eyes, almost knocked you into an accident.”

“Need some help with anything?” You offer, reminding him of when he used to ask his mother the same question. Happy little memories that brought embers of warmth in his heart.

“You can be of huge help,” He begins, calloused hands grazing down along your fingerprint shaped bruised hips before hoisting you up in his arms like a little doll.

“By sitting pretty, an’ letting me work.”

He plops you down on a stool he pulled out from the island counter, giving you a perfect little spot to watch him work. You slouch after he turns away, watching him return to his little objective on the stove.

“You just melt chocolate in the pan like that?”

“Sorta,” Jason tilts his head after grabbing a spoon, stirring the smooth, ganache-like chocolate concoction around. “France’s version of hot chocolate. Some milk, cream, a little sugar.”

You hum as a response, watching the muscles along the back of his left shoulder move as he enacts upon such a simple, minor task. Jason probably said something else, along the lines of not wanting such a beautiful body of chocolate boil on the stove, but it wasn’t much of your concern as it was his.

Maybe your main concern was how exactly did the scratches you left along his back didn’t break skin, clinging onto him for dear life as they flexed along your greedy palms.

He probably knew that, he was hiding a smile for all you could tell if you paid any attention.

“My girl want a taste?” He offers, his real gaze snapping your mind back into reality. You nod, anxiously sitting up in your seat.

He spoons warm, melted chocolate on the top of your tongue, watching it dribble down your bottom lip. The pink of your little tongue swiped up the remnants, all for Jason’s adoring gaze to witness.

Your reaction varies upon the subtle lack of sweetness from the chocolate.

“It’s not that sweet. Is it dark—?”

Your words are stolen when he kisses you, cradling your face within his two warm hands after carelessly setting down the spoon.

His heavy lidded gaze meets yours after breaking off the kiss, his cheeks flushed with affectionate warmth.

“Don’t know,” his glistening lips curve upwards after licking his lips. “Tastes pretty sweet to me.”

He turns away, as if he hadn’t committed such a crime in the first place.

You’re left watching once again, anxious nerves preventing you from sitting still. Fidgety fingers lingering in your lap, grasping along the lower hem of your shirt.

“Also coffee,” Jason pitches as if he forgot. “Added a little espresso to enhance the taste. You, uh… never got your coffee, babe.”

Oh. Right. The first thing he told you when you came in.

“Sorry,” you sheepishly admit, slightly shifting your hips whilst on the stool. “Got a little distracted.”

He chuckles, not even needing a detective’s mindset to understand fully why. “Did you now?”

Not giving you a chance to answer, Jason sets the saucepan off the burner before turning full attention towards you. Swooping you off the stool you sat, hoisting you ontop of a warm, clean counter.

His torso pressed against yours, keeping you comfortably confined between a marble surface and a hard place. His hands caress along your torso, thumbs trickling over your stiff nipples through your shirt, still sore from his teeth marks.

“Took you long enough,” he grumbles against the shell of your ear. His lips press against your neck as you swallow, kissing down along your collarbone. “Figured you’d have stayed sleeping in ‘till I was done here. Guessin’ last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“Your fault for putting on a show.” You whisper, hooking your legs the best you could around his broad waist.

He chuckles against your neck, his excitement as palpable as his pearly smile expressed. “Your fault for watchin’, mama.”

[sillylittlespam]

please please please let me get what i want (lord knows it would be the first time)

leo valdez x reader , hate at first sight , girl who’s nice to everyone but you , enemies to lovers , miscommunication , hurt and no fluff (not yet!)

summary : you and leo started out on bad terms, and you remained on bad terms while you both occupied the argo ii. after the argo ii crashed into an island and sent you flying off the deck and tumbling into the ocean don’t laugh it’s not funny, you lost your favorite necklace in it’s sandy shores. of course, you blame leo even though you know it wasn’t intentional. so, tired of this nonsensical rivalry, leo decided to make things up to you. but they don’t turn out the way he expected.

authors note : this was written with the deftones version of the song in mind, but either will work honestly

also! this plot was inspired by a reel i saw on insta, but i can’t remember or find who it was! if you know, please comment and i can credit her :))

warnings : some swear words, i use fuck once and a couple others

part 2 coming soon :))

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“What are you doing, (y/n)?” Percy stopped just before the waves hit the sand, watching as you waded around in knee-high water with your shoulders hunched over as you stared at the water and sand below you.

You looked up at him, your eyes still squinting and the rest of your face scrunched with worry, “I lost my necklace while we were landing because of Valdez’s inability to fly the boat he built.”

Your pointed tone was directed to the Latino who had been walking on the beach a few feet behind Percy. Being in earshot, Leo stopped in his tracks, various pieces of metal scraps tucked under his arm and numerous tools gripped in his calloused hands, “What kind of shit are you talking now, (l/n)?”

His tone held its usual bitter spite, but it also had a hint of something else. Exhaustion. His precious Argo II had crashed onto this gods-forsaken island mere hours ago, yet it felt as if he had spent years trying to find out what the hell was wrong with it so they could get back in the sky. His eyes ached with exhaustion and he couldn’t tell if his limbs felt heavy or if it was just the dozens of pounds of metal he was carrying.

“I’m not talking shit,” you shot back with far too much confidence for someone who was using her feet to comb through the continental shelf under the waves, “You crashed the boat. It’s your fault I flew off of the deck and into this water. Therefore, it’s because of you that my necklace fell off and I can’t find it.”

Leo, who had opened his mouth to shoot back some half-hearted response while you were speaking, fell silent. You were right. It was his fault.

Anyone who had been around you at all knew how much you loved that necklace. It had been a gift from your godly parent when you were claimed a few years ago, and you never took it off. You grasped the pendant in your palm when you felt anxious, and the majority of your outfits coordinated with its colors.

And now it was lost somewhere in the sand, and you may never find it. All because of him.

You were still staring at him, and your eyes narrowed in response to his lack of response. You hummed once, something that usually made Leo furious, but this time it felt like a slap in the face. You turned your attention back to the murky water you stood in, and Leo knew that the conversation was over.

Percy watched you for a few seconds, his eyebrows raised as you continued to go further and further into the translucent ocean. Finally, he turned his attention to Leo who still stood behind him, watching you.

“Hey, McShizzle Man, you okay?” he asked, concern filling his attempt at a casual tone.

Leo, who finally managed to pull his eyes away from you, nodded, a forced smile coming back to his face, “Perfectly fine, man. Nothing to worry about.”

He knew that Percy wasn’t buying it, but he didn’t really care.

“I found this stuff in the forest,” he said, nodding to the pieces of metal he held under his arms, “Not to jinx our luck, or anything, but I think it’s from my dad. I’m going to take it to Festus and see what I can do.”

Percy nodded, and Leo cursed him for having such a good poker face. As the dark haired boy opened his mouth again, Leo found himself nervous for what he might say. 

“Awesome. You need anything?”

“Nah, man, I’m good. Thanks, though.” He would have walked away right there and then if Percy hadn’t looked like he wanted to say something else.

“Leo,” the older boy started out much quieter, his inflection already making Leo wish he was halfway across the beach, “That’s not your fault.”

He didn’t need to say or do anything for Leo to know that he was referring to the girl in the water who was mumbling nonsense about a stupid dragon.

“I know,” he said weakly, his eyes falling to the ground.

“The fact that you built an entire flying ship in like, three months is crazy impressive,” Percy said, his green eyes practically staring into Leo’s soul, “Don't beat yourself up because one thing went wrong.”

Leo swallowed, nodding, “Thanks, Percy.”

The boy nodded in response, and Leo finally left the beach.

It was only when he was on his back with a wrench in his hands that he allowed himself to dissect everything. The overall conclusion was that this was not looking very good for him.

First, he had made a joke about your godly parent when he first met you that did not go over too well, then he didn’t react too positively when Rachel spewed out green gas and said you were to go on the quest to California to retrieve Percy, and then he accidentally attacked Camp Jupiter, and now he lost your favorite necklace.

The first and the third events were excusable. In his mind, they were able to be taken completely separate and had no connection to his inability to get along with you. But when putting all four events together, he was beginning to understand why you didn’t like him so much. 

As someone who experienced a large amount of bullying growing up, whether it be about him being poor, in foster care, or having an accent, it caused him physical pain in his chest to think that he might have been bullying you. And while he may not have been, if he didn’t change things very quickly, there would be no denying it.

It was rather unfortunate, the way things worked out. Upon first meeting you, Leo thought you were very pretty. He thought your eyes were very enchanting and that your hair was majestic, and overall he was mesmerized with how you looked. Unfortunately, when Leo gets tongue-tied, he tends to say whatever comes to his mind first. It was completely understandable that you were offended, and he wanted to immediately take it back. But it was too late. He had already made a horrible first impression, and you were not so kind to him after that.

When you had been chosen to go with them to California, Leo didn’t react too positively. It wasn’t as if he pouted, or anything. He would never pout. He may have rolled his eyes as Chiron made the announcement to the camp, but at the moment he didn’t think that was too bad.

Attacking Camp Jupiter was NOT his fault. He was possessed by an Eidolon, which was cleared up. End of story. You still liked to bring it up.

It wasn’t that Leo wanted to constantly bicker with you. In fact, he found it exhausting having to respond to every insult you threw at him. He would never say it out loud, but he wished that the two of you were friends. He saw the way that you had heart-to-heart conversations with Percy and Annabeth, some of your childhood friends, and the way that you threw around jokes with Piper, and how you were quick to form a bond with Jason, Frank, and Hazel, three people who you literally just met. You had a great relationship with everyone on the Argo II except him, and he hated it. All he wanted was for you to look at him and smile, the way you do with your eyes sparkling and your head tilting just a bit to the side. 

Leo did not have a very good track record when it came to girls. It had never really been a problem until he found himself enamored with one, and incapable of doing anything about it. But something in the back of his mind knew that he wasn’t going to give up with you. All he needed was a way to get on your good side.

As the revelation came over him, the metal nut he had been working with fell on his forehead. He shot up from under his work station, nearly smacking his head hard enough to knock himself out.

But that didn’t matter, because he knew what to do to fix everything.

He was going to find your necklace.

“Oh my Gods, Percy, thank you!” You exclaimed as you threw your arms around the green eyed boy. Percy, however, had a puzzled look on his face as he hesitantly returned the hug.

“Uh,” he started, his eyes flickering over to Annabeth, who shared his confusion, “What did I do?”

“My necklace. You found it,” you said, pointing to the familiar chain that now hung around your neck, “Thank you so much!”

Percy blinked, trying to figure out if he was being pranked or not, “Yeah, no problem.”

See, it really was no problem because he didn’t do it.

You might as well have been skipping with how joyful you were as you walked away, your hair flowing in the wind like Aphrodite was on your side she was. Leo pouted watched from afar, his hair still damp and his teeth clenched with frustration.

Fucking fantastic.

He had spent all night searching through that goddamn shoreline, praying to his father or Aphrodite or any other god or deity who would take pity on him that he found that damn necklace. And you thought Percy did it.

Leo had nothing against Percy. The guy was a great leader and an even better fighter. But at the moment, Leo despised the man. How dare he take credit for Leo’s hard work.

“You should tell her it was you,” Leo flinched at the sound of a voice behind him. Turning around, he found Nico di Angelo in his teen angst glory watching him with a strange look on his face.

“What?” Leo asked, caught off guard.

“You should tell (y/n) that you found her necklace for her,” Nico repeated, this time slower, as if he were speaking to a young child, “I think she would appreciate it more if she knew that you were the one who did it.”

“How do you figure that?” Leo was intrigued. He hadn’t spoken to the son of Hades much, and this was the first time he had approached Leo instead of the other way around.

Nico shrugged, “You’ve made it very clear that fire doesn’t mix with water. So she would know that there was more effort and intent behind it, since you don’t have Percy’s water magic shit.  And she would like you more.”

Leo’s eyes narrowed, “What makes you think I want her to like me?”

Nico tilted his head and gave him a look that made Leo feel foolish for even asking, “Leo Valdez, I just watched you spend hours last night digging through the sand for her necklace. You don’t do something like that for someone you hate.”

A silence fell over them as Leo processed what Nico had just said. From what he could gather from Nico’s few days on the Argo II, he was pretty close with you. Before Leo could remember that Nico actually knew what he was talking about, he decided  that he didn’t care whether you liked him or not. Leo just wanted to clear his conscience. 

So what if he liked seeing you happy? So what if he felt a pit forming in his stomach when you hugged Percy? You should’ve been hugging him. You should’ve smiled at him. You should’ve-

“You’re not an idiot, Valdez,” Nico yawned, his hand coming up to rub his bloodshot eyes, “So don’t be stupid.”

“Where are you going?” Leo asked, his eyes following the boy as he turned to begin walking away.

“It’s time for my nap.”

“It’s not even noon.”

“You’re not in a place to judge me right now, Valdez.”

Leo cursed himself, realizing Nico was right. As much as he didn’t want to, he had to confess that he had been the one to find your necklace.

But would you believe him? And how would he even do it in the first place? It’s not like he could casually drop the news over dinner. Pull you aside during one of your “meditation walks” which was just a fun way to say your cooldowns so you didn’t punch someone?

He had to figure it out, and soon.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I just saw a reel on insta and it inspired me 😌😌

Ok so, imagine you’re a professional photographer. So you do pregnancy shoots, headshots, weddings shoots. Basically the whole shebang.

And you got an upcoming wedding where you were hired to be the main photographer.

At the wedding you’re doing your job taking gorgeous candid pictures of the bride and groom, guests, the buffets etc.

As you do , you don’t notice a particular set of gorgeous ocean blue eyes staring at your from afar.

Bucky is a guest at the wedding and he’s a fallen in love with the wedding photographer, you. And he can stop staring at the way you bite your lip in thought as you click a picture of something you think is picture worthy.

Soon he gets the confidence and walks up to you, “I’m sorry ma’am, but you forgot to take a picture of the most gorgeous thing here in this room.”

You turn and face him, and your like what huh? I didn’t do my job right?

He just smirks and looks at you all smugly, “you didn’t take picture of yourself.”

(It’s so cheesy omg 😭😭😭ikkk, at this point just ignore me babes)

Picture Perfect Beauty » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Photographer!Female Reader

Summary: Everyone’s attention is on the bride and groom, but Bucky’s attention is on the photographer.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of alcohol, flirting, use of pet names

A/N: @amathslutsguidetofandom I was gonna answer this as a regular ask, but you inspired me to write it as a little Drabble🥰 I hope you enjoy what I came up with🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Normally everyone’s attention is on the bride and groom at weddings, but not Bucky’s. His attention is on the beautiful photographer who is on the other side of the room. He watched with a drink in his hand as you took pictures of the bride and groom. He couldn’t help but admire your beauty. Bucky also watched the way you bit your lip as you focused and took pictures. He soon built up enough confidence to talk to you. He drank the rest of his drink before approaching you.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but you forgot to take a picture of the most gorgeous thing in this room.” Bucky says in a flirty tone.

You turned around to face him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked.

“You didn’t take a picture of yourself.” He says with a flirty smirk.

You couldn’t help but blush.

“I’m Bucky. What’s your name, doll?” He introduces himself, holding out his right hand.

“Y/N.” You tell him, shaking his hand.

“That’s a gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman like you.” He compliments, making you blush. “Can I get you a drink?” He asks.

“Yes please.” You say with a smile.

You and Bucky spent the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other. After a couple drinks, you had to get back to taking pictures. You two exchanged numbers before the end of the night.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[weathertheraine]

Finally got these sketches coloured !! :D I’ve had a hc that Yamaguchi can crochet for a while, and then I saw this reel by @/botanical.alien on insta and they were just perfect for him, so I asked if I could draw their lovely designs! Thanks so much for the inspiration for this continuation of Stylish Tadashi.

[xmycxx]

Ellie tattoo artist ideas:

-Reader starts getting Ellie into some “cooler” clothes. Nice black tank tops that show off her tattoo sleeves. Cool, massive baggy cargo pants. And goddamn. Then YOU start getting jealous when people eye her up on the streets and hit on her at work.

-You help her start up her social media account so she can get more specific clients who seek her out specifically. You use the cool photos you’ve taken of her—helping create reels and whatnot. After a few months, she starts renting out a booth ata different studio and her waiting list is booked out for weeks and weeks.

-She wants to get a tattoo at a Seattle shop that’s the oldest tattoo parlor in the city, but that’s a drive, and quite the expense. So you surprise her with a trip out there when you get a work bonus. With the extra money she’s been making, she has the money for the tattoo, and you have the money for the travel and hotel. You make it a multi-day event and see all the sights. Ellie is so soft the whole time. It took months to convince her to go, but she finally caves, and you’ve never been happier to see her in that vintage tattoo chair. (when the artist asks if you wanted anything, Ellie puts her foot down. “The only one who inks her is me.”).

:) thanks for this fun AU. Take whatever you want.

-TomeoftheForgotten on A03

holy fuck you singlehandedly revived my inspiration in this AU

as to the clothing thing, fuck yea. Like i feel like modern ellie is definitely adam sandler core, so when you start dating, you take her to the mall for shopping and force her to put down her 14th pair of baggy shots in exhange for some cargo pants and some tank tops.

At first? she hated it and thought it was uncomfortable

but then she saw how you were looking at her, biting your lip and looking her up and down, and she started to wear more of it. To the point where other people at work were hitting on her and she laughed when you pouted, saying you regretted upgrading her wardrobe. But she knows you don't regret it for a damn minute.

omfg ellie would be so bad at social media. she gives the vibes that she has a public account with like, 100ish followers and some aesthetic pictures but only ever posts on her story. Then you come into her life, and you force her to post almost daily.

this girl is getting an aneurysm at having content so you help her out. Within like, a month, she got a job offer at another shop, she's working at both and is booked out for a full 2 months.

ofc she thanks you by a fancy dinner where she wears the new shirt you bought her with the sleeves rolled up and buys you anything you even look at for the next month.

DUDE IM CACKLING AT THE IDEA OF TAKIGN ELLIE THERE!! it would be so fun! like she'd be so hesitant to go at first bc it's expensive. then you sorta trick her, instead of saying it's for her (which she would nEVER do), you say that you wanna go there, and the tattoo shop is a place that you wanna see.

ofc ellie being the gf she is, obliges. you take the weekend off (much to her clients dissapointment) and go there. You leave the tattoo shop for the end and take so many pictures of her. funnily enough, she will NOT tell you what she's getting and let's you figure it out.

she'd get your favorite flower with your name and birth date

this type of thing and you just melt

this trip is all over her insta the next day, so are you