#unregular

[digital999placebo]

once you accept you are mid, your quality of life will sky rocket so hard

[lailau7904]

ANKZSNXJBSXJNAJZNWJXNS OSCAAAR LANDOOOOOO

[5-htagonist]

its been almost a week...

[chradi]

Me: Last episode bummed me out IRL Also me: 3 sketches within 24 hours of the session.

[theyslgirl]

never was that happy about getting my period

[scentedluminarysoul]

Having an extremely regular menstruation cycle is so fun

Can you guess the two times this year when I was super stressed?

March April May June July Aug. Sept. Oct.

[lawrence-songs]

*standing at your door like a Jehovah's witness* would you like to talk about our lord and savior bendy

[tired-and-unjellied]

*snooze the 1:40pm cuz I want to sleep a bit more*

*sleep over the 2pm and 2:22pm alarms*

*wake up with the 2:45pm alarm*

Literally wtf.

[sanguine-squid]

can i be normal about music for 1 hour thank gou

[fallingdownhell]

Genshin men when you bring them home to meet the parents and they find out that your sister is the favored child of the family and she now has her eyes set on them.

Uhhh, I really like that idea.. It has so much angst potential... but am I gonna do it...?

Characters Included: Heizou; Thoma; Alhaitham

Content: gender neutral reader; reader has a sister; slight cursing; some jealousy themes; nothing else besides that

Word count: 2k words

Have fun reading!<3

Heizou

He is so fucking nervous!

He is good at hiding it, but you know him by now, you know how he gets and how he acts when he doesn't want others to know his true feelings, so you know and are aware of it

Heizou knows about your strained relationship with your family. Your parents having favoured your sister over you, no matter the circumstances

you did have contact with your family, but it was on a very low, unregular basis. Not that he minded that, though. It was your life, your decision. He's sure you wouldn't do that without having a good reason for it.

You had agreed on a nice, easy dinner at your parents house where they would get the chance to meet your boyfriend for the first time

upon arriving at the house where you spent your childhood, Heizou got more and more nervous. Somewhere along the way, he grabbed one of your hands, holding it tightly in his own.

you tried reassuring him, giving him a small smile as you held his hand, and it did help him a bit

soon, your mother answered the front door, followed by your father and introductions were made

Heizou held your hand throughout the entire thing, not daring to let go of you, but he seemed to relax more and more as the seconds went by

your parents noticed this as well, looking briefly at your joined hands, but chose not to say anything about it

you sat down on the table and a few minutes later, your sister arrived

she was acting entirely over the top with you, throwing herself at you and acting far too friendly. It made you somewhat uncomfortable, but you didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin the good mood that everyone has

for the first few minutes of dinner, everything seemed fine. Conversations were held, your parents asked Heizou some questions, nothing too bad

but then, your mom made some comment about you again, and it all went downhill from there for you

"You know, you're exactly the type of man we always wanted for our daughter. Are you sure you want to settle with (name)?"

then, your mother proceeded on to tell him every little thing about your sister. How she was working a much better job than you with better hours and more pay. How she was more beautiful than you. How she was just in general the better choice between the two of you

Heizou was dumbfounded by this behaviour and he now understood entirely why you had almost no contact with your family. This has been your entire life? Archons, he wanted to rip them a new one, for your own sake..

your mother was still rambling on, your sister just sitting there, smiling at Heizou, thinking that he was considering his options

everyone, including you, was surprised when he suddenly slammed his hands on the table, making all eyes fall on him

"With all due respect, Ma'am. I would rather die than do something so horrible to (Name). They are a wonderful partner, the best I could ever wish for. So, pardon us, but we are going to take our leave now."

with that, he grabbed your hand and you both walked out of the house, ignoring the calls of your family for you to come back and that they didn't mean it like that

secretly though, you were so glad and relieved. When your mother started saying stuff like that again, you just mentally accepted that this was it, yet again.

But Heizou surprised you and stood up for you against your own family. It made you feel so incredibly loved and cared for

that night, he hugged you closer to him than ever before, now reassuring you that you were his number one, that he loved you only and would do everything in this world, just to see you smile again...

Thoma

He's such a sweet partner, always caring about you and making sure that you're comfortable with him

Thoma likes to be a provider in a relationship. In the sense that he likes to cook for you, help you clean up, doing little things for you around the house. It's his way of saying "I love you"

Thoma will never push you into doing anything you don't want to, or making you open up to him

he's more than happy to take things slowly, earning your trust

and when you finally open up to him about whatever things you want to talk about, he's there for you, listening to everything you have to say without interrupting you

he also knows about the strained relationship with your family. He might not know all the details, but he knows enough to trust you in your decisions regarding the matter

he would never comment on it or make you do anything since it's not his place to judge or intrude on

with that being said, it just so happened that one day, while out shopping for ingredients, he ran into a certain someone

well, more like, a certain someone that ran into him. She profusely apologized for running into him and somehow got him tangled up into conversation

Thoma, being the nice person that he is, tried finding a way out of the conversation without coming across as rude. But, honestly, he just wanted to get home to you as soon as possible

Somehow, the conversation shifted and the topic of partners came up. Thoma said that he was happily taken right now, but she just kept pressing with her questions until your name slipped out his mouth

Thoma could clearly see how her eyes lit up at the mention of your name and he had a feeling that she would just bombard him with thousands more questions

so, he quickly made up an excuse and got out of there, walking home at a fast pace

once he arrived, he told you about the encounter he just had, which made you think. It all sounded strangely familiar to you, even his description of the person rang a bell somewhere in your mind

however, you didn't have much more time to dwell on those thoughts as a knock could be heard from the front door

exchainging glances, you went to answer the door, only to find your sister standing in front of you

eyes wide, you wondered how she found you here, but that question was quickly answered

"Oh, so you ARE his lover! God, now I'm so glad I followed him all the way back here!"

She threw herself in your arms, then quickly abandoned you and went inside your home. You were still so shocked and didn't realize this but when you came back to your senses, you quickly went inside again to the kitchen were you heard her voice from

Thoma was looking at you confused as well, but she just continued talking to him like nothing had happened and they were still out in the city where she ran into him

"...I mean, I'm so glad it was you! You're so handsome, and strong apparently for carrying all those bags back here! Say, why are you with (Name) anyway? Like, they have no redeeming qualities. You should look for more suitable partners, like me! I could give you so much more!"

She smiled at him like her little speech would be all it takes for Thoma to change his mind. The sad part was, you were expecting it to work as well, having dealt with exactly that your entire life, she always got what she wanted

"...Out.", Thoma said. It was the only thing he said, but his tone was so unusal from his normal self. It was cold and demanding, making your sister shiver in her place.

She quickly grabbed her stuff and left your home again, not saying another word

You looked after her for a second, but then in the next you felt two strong arms wrap around you from behind, his face burrying itself in the crock of your neck

for a long time, he remained silent, before he spoke again. "Sorry. I'm so sorry you had to deal with that for so long."

you were perplexed at his words, but quickly hugged him back, silently thanking him for staying by your side

Alhaitham

To most people, Alhaitham comes off as a cold and calculated person without any emotions

most people will be surprised when they find out that he was indeed in a committed relationship

and they were even more surprised when they find out how sweet, loving and expressive you are

most would think that he would want a partner similar to him, closed off and not all that social. But you are the exact opposite to that

Not that Alhaitham was paying any mind to the opinions of others about him and his love life in the first place

To you, Alhaitham was the most ideal partner you could have hoped for

he was caring, attentive towards you, listened to you even if he didn't give that impression

his attention was always on you, you were in his thoughts when not with him. Just completely head over heels for you

However, he would not know about the strained relationship with your parents. He knew you weren't in much contact with them, and that's all he really needed or wanted to know. He never bothered you about it

But then, one day, you asked him if he wanted to meet your parents. You seemed unsure about the proposal, but in the end, he agreed to it nevertheless

the days before the event, you became a nervous mess. Alhaitham had no idea what was going on, but he tried to be there for you and support you

he did ask if you wanted to talk to him about anything, but you declined and he didn't push you anymore after that

then, the evening finally arrived where you were meeting up with your family at a local restaurant

when you arrived, your partents and sister were already there, waiting on the two of you. your mother spotted you first, waving to grab your attention

you then went over to sit with them

Introductions were a bit awkward at first, but after a few minutes, things seemed to settle down a bit as your parents engaged in conversation with you, trying to catch up on things

However, it quickly became clear to Alhaitham that your sister was always trying to upstage you with absolutely anything. You got a good job? Well, she got an even better one. You got paid so and so much? Well, wouldn't you look at that, her numbers were even higher than yours

at first, you tried to ignore it, but as always, your parents quickly began ignoring you again, instead congratulating your sister on how good she was doing for herself. It dampened your mood quite a bit, but you still wanted to give this a chance

that was, until your sister said something very specific. "Yeah. The only thing missing to top it all of would be an amazing boyfriend now. Say, Alhaitham. Why don't you dump my sibling and get with me instead?" She even winked at him after saying this

Immediately, your parents agreed to her proposal, looking expectantly at Alhaitham

said man only took a quick glance at everyone at the table, before throwing some money on the table, grabbing your hand and standing up, heading for the exit

"I listened to you disrespecting my partner for long enough. And you wonder why they hold no contact with you anymore. Really, I'm glad they got out of your grasp."

With that, you both left the restaurant. None of you spoke a word until you got to Alhaitham's house again, where he immediately pulled you into his arms as soon as you were inside

so for a while, you just stood there in his embrace while he silently reassured you that you had nothing to worry about

you were the only one to him and he would spend his entire life proving this to you if necessary..

[yanderepuck]

BABY WE BACK????? A MONTH AND A HALF WITH NO NEW FIC???? please don't get your hopes up I'm holding on by the skin of my teeth. I don't even have the motivation for writing. I have ideas but my brain can't put them into words.

This one I've been wanting to write since October but kinktober was going on and I was struggling with that enough. I really wanna end the year like how I started. Anyway, back to your unregular never-scheduled porn with no plot

You gasp as Charles pushes his fingers deeper. You think he's put three in you now. You squirm as if you're trying to roll over. It feels so good but yet you are trying to close your legs.

"Stay still like a good girl for me."

You bite your lip. You want to stay still. But the pain mixed with pleasure makes you wiggle.

Charles gets between your legs so that they can stay open. His fingers thrust into you harder, getting your hips to jerk up.

"Ahh-hh!"

Your moans make you sound so pathetic. It's just his fingers and yet your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Your brain is going to mush. After being teased and edged all day, now that you are getting what you want it's overstimulating.

You turn your head and open your eyes to look at him. The redhead is leaning over you, holding your hands above your head with one hand. It is so upset that you can't touch his shirtless body. His jeans are still on but are unbuttoned. Those bright blue-green eyes of his go up and down your body, mainly stopping at your chest to watch your boobs bounce with the thrust of his hand.

Your moans drown out the wet noises happening between your legs. Which you are a little thankful for. You don't want to hear how insanely wet you are.

You feel the position of his fingers move and it feels like you are being stretched more. You moan louder and try rolling again. Your panting picks up and your hips jerk.

"Stay still, princess. I'm positive that you can take my whole hand."

He makes you lay flat on your back and he leans down to kiss your neck. His skin is much cooler than yours but it still feels sticky.

"Spread your legs more. I know you want it. Don't make me have to stop and tie you down."

He tries to sound upset about having to grab the rope but you can hear the excitement.

You whine and try to open your legs wider, but they just want to shut again when his hand thrusts back inside you.

You try to tug your hands free but you have nearly no strength. Your brain is completely shut off.

Feeling that you can barely move your hands, Charles lets you go and sits up. He gets your legs wider now that he has a free hand.

"You're like a fuck doll," he giggles at the idea. "Do you want to be my toy?"

The free hand makes itself busy by rubbing your clit, getting a jerk out of your hips and a moan from your lips.

"I'll take that as a yes," he giggles again. "Don't worry, I take very good care of my things."

Charles thrusts his hand into you, able to get to just about the knuckle. Your body jerks like it's trying to get away.

"You're so close to cumming, princess. Cum and I put my cock in you instead," he tries encouraging you.

He feels you tightening around his fingers more and more. You whine more and try to roll over again. He gropes your chest and forces you onto your back. He squeezes the boob he has a grip on and moves his hand faster.

Your hips try moving with his hand until you finally cum, screaming as you do.

Charles pulls his soaked fingers out of you, wiping them on your thigh before getting his pants off.

You lay there panting, barely able to comprehend anything. Suddenly you get rolled into your stomach.

"Since you wanted to roll over so bad," he rolled you over with a growl. He lifts your ass into the air and before you can react he has filled you up again. You both moan together.

Charles moans lowly. "Fuck you're nice and warm," holding your hips he starts thrusting as if he's putting his frustration out on you. "Ungh - you're going to cum over and over again, aren't you? You're going to keep my cock nice and slick, aren't you?"

All you can do is whine in reply. He must be really worked up if he's talking to you like this. Your hands ball up into the sheets and you shove your face into a pillow. Your walls get wetter at the sound of his voice getting deeper.

"And you're going to take all my cum," one hand reaches around to press against your stomach. "Filling you up to here with cum," his other hand digs into your hips. "It will be dripping down your legs all day."

He thrusts harder, not being bothered by all the lewd noises coming from his cock ramming into you, or the whining and moaning coming from your mouth, or the moans and grunts coming from his.

He's acting like an animal in heat and you're the prey he caught. Each time you cum he gets rougher since he's slicked up more. You feel like you're on the verge of passing out, but every now and then his cock hits a certain way to make you scream.

"You're such a great doll."

~~

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[certifiedsexed]

hello! thank you so much for everything you do on this blog, it's been a huge help for me

i am a 16 year old person with a vulva & vagina. i started puberty at about 10 years old, and when i was 12 i had what i thought was my first period. i had bleeding and cramps and the like, but i didn't tell anyone as i thought it was kind of embarassing and i already knew what was happening and what to do about it. over the six months after that i had the same thing happen around 3 more times, lasting about 3 days each time, and then they just... stopped. i knew periods are usually unregular when they first start so i just kept waiting for them to come back, but they never did.

i know i should probably go to my doctor or an ob-gyn about it (and should've a long time ago), but the idea makes me extremely anxious. is it possible for periods to "false start" and then not actually happen for a few more years? do you have any ideas for anything that could cause this i coukd look into?

thanks so much !

Hey! You're very welcome, it's a pleasure so I'm especially glad to hear it's been helpful. <3

So, generally no, there is no "false start" for periods. Periods can be irregular, including stopping entirely like you're talking about, for a lot of reasons but that's not a false start.

Trauma [it does not have to be physical trauma], illness, certain intersex variations, as well as simply having a body that does not keep your period regular like it's supposed to, are all reasons for this. But it's hard for me to get more specific without other symptoms.

It's definitely something to have your doctor check into. Things like this can be dangerous, especially uncontrolled and it's better to know what's causing it than guessing. But I understand your anxiety, going to the doctor can be comfortable and/or inaccessible.

Not sure how helpful this is but let me know if you have anymore questions, Anon! <3

[dontneedhair]

From The Neck Down

This was when I was still in the process of doing a first full scalp epilation, which explains the unregular shadow.

While epilating my scalp was, at that point, still something very new to me, I had already been a long-time user of epilators everywhere else on my body. With the exception of my scalp and brows, there is no body part I haven't epilated for at least ten years.

The first area where I tried not to shave and instead to remove the hair by ripping it out, was my pubic hair. I started with tweezers though (and I would still recommend at least thinning them out this way). My pubes were shaved most of the time already, and at some point, instead of taking the shaver, I ended up tweezing them one by one. Starting from the happy trail and then going down further and further; however, not everything in one session, that would have taken too long. When everything was gone, I kept it up with regular plucking sessions.

While that was really exciting, it took a lot of time, which is why I ended up buying an epilator and trying my luck with that (I had found some information that others had used one on their pubic hair). And it worked pretty well, especially since the hair had been pulled out repeatedly already. I didn't use the epilator on my penis and scrotum, except for very small patches and carefully stretching the skin to avoid any accidents. For beginners, there I'd recommend to take only tweezers.

From there on, it didn't take long for me to try the epilator everywhere below the neck. I'd say I had a normal body hair coverage, maybe just slightly on the sparse side, but the individual hairs were relatively thin, which helped in the process, I believe.

More or less in that order, after the pubic hair, I epilated:

My butt - surprisingly easy, if my memory serves me well, even the crack wasn't very painful (and yes, it is possible to epilate there). From my experience and as a general rule, the more muscle/tissue there is under the skin, the less it should hurt.

The rest of my stomach and my chest - the stomach hurt a little more, but all in all, that was rather uneventful.

(I love having smooth legs)

My thighs and knees - already more painful, the pain varying depending on the side; inner thighs and knees could have hurt most, but it was a long time ago, and compared to the scalp, everything I'm talking about here is pretty harmless anyhow. If my memory serves me well, I also used the tweezers on the knees to get some of the hairs the epilator couldn't.

My calves - don't remember any specific problems there.

My feet - done rather quickly, not that much hair anyway.

(I wouldn't want to miss the skin-on-skin feeling under my arms)

My underarms - I think the pain was bearable under there.

My arms - some problems with the elbows, tweezers needed, just like in the case of the knees.

My hands - mostly ok, except for the upper outer sides that I remember being painful; that's also where most the hair was, and not that much tissue underneath.

(unlike my legs, the arms will be seen by others a lot during summer)

A couple of things that go for all of these places:

Trim before epilating: I sometimes see videos of guys who try out epilating on full length body hair, almost inevitably ending with them giving up after seconds (and screaming). Not a good idea. Instead, I'd trim everything to half a centimetre, sometimes even less, depending on the epilator. That way, the affected area of the skin is a lot smaller, the hairs will all be pulled in a similar direction, and the epilator is less likely to jam.

Find an epilator that works on very short stubble, even 1mm or less: This might depend on what your hair is like, in my case this one worked like a charm:

Later, for maintenance purposes, I added another one that rotates a lot faster. However, the slower speed is much better in the beginning.

And I've always preferred models that use a cord as power supply. No reason to worry that the epilator could run out of battery in the middle of a session.

Ingrown hairs: For me, that was only a problem where my pubes used to be (but not on my genitals). They didn't cause any major infection requiring to see a doctor, and at some point they just disappeared. Lots of people say using some kind of peeling product helps, I mainly just ignored those pimples. After some years, it simply stopped happening, which is probably caused by a lot less hair growing back. I read somewhere that it's precisely the ingrown hairs that are more likely not to grow back, if that's any consolation.

These days, I use three different epilators on my body - my fast one which works very efficiently nearly everywhere for maintenance purposes, the above mentioned model exclusively for my butt crack, and a gentler, curved one for parts of my penis/scrotum. The bits where I don't take the epilator are still cleared up with a pair of tweezers.

Ripping out the entire hairs means that you don't get *stubble*. Instead, the hair that reappears is thinner at first and will only get thicker if you let it grow further. If you don't wait too long with the maintenance, over time maintenance will become a lot faster and almost painless.

I prefer to go over each area twice a week, simply because I want the smooth feel. But even if I waited for a week or more, the regrowth would be so fine that it would be invisible for everyone not specifically looking for it.

[anika-ann]

Cookies and Spark(le)s

Type: one-shot, prequel, canon-ish (see A/N)

Pairining: (pre) Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 4000

Summary: In which you thank the Captain for saving your life on your first mission together by baking cookies, a revelation or two is made and most importantly, you bring a smile to his face – and vice versa.

And so your nickname, Sparkles, is born.

Warnings: FLUFF, mentions of canon-typical violence, Tony being Tony (affectionate), ... I think that’s it? 

A/N: Standalone or a one-shot set so-so TWO YEARS before Love on the Brain series; reader is called “Agent Jones”; divider by firefly-graphics 😍

“Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.” - Mother Teresa

- 

There was a small smile playing in the corner of Steve’s lips, a quiet but intense feeling of job well-done humming in his chest.

After almost four hours in a gym, a company of ten – and then another ten – agents of various ranks, him and Rollins leading the training and overseeing agents’ drills, Steve was beyond content. There was a reason why they encouraged all agents to sign up for whichever training session available and it didn’t only go down to unregular schedules – it served as a valuable learning experience. The senior agents teaching newbies; the newbies humbling the experienced ones who would have thought they had seen it all, but were proven wrong by a fresh graduate knocking them down; mock opponents of all sizes and strength and tactics, testing each other, some days more than others. And today had felt good, a testimony to the advantages of mixed classes.

Had Steve been a little more spiteful, he’d spend a little more time revelling in the expression on Vale’s face – a senior agent who was sporting attitude issues at times – when she ended up on her back. And as virtuous as people believed Steve to be, he actually did enjoy seeing her fall from her high horse; but the shy smile and the damn helping hand her opponent offered her, right after she had got her on her back, quickly made for a different emotion. Warmer and brining just as much satisfaction.

He wanted to smile at you at your gesture, catching the pleased spark in your eye, but you quickly averted his gaze and returned to your drills. Steve didn’t press; while you were kind and friendly, you also took training – and self-growth, apparently – very seriously. And he had a feeling you were a little unsure about how to act in front of him ever since the last mission.

The fact was that the gentle hum in his heart you had started by kicking Vale’s ass and then helping her up remained until the end of the session, only strengthened by other great moments you and other agents made for.

It truly had been a good afternoon and Steve knew he would sleep well tonight, knowing their system worked – and that they were good people working under the Avengers’ Initiative.

He was just slipping into the sleeves on his hoodie, catching a glimpse of Rollins patting Agent Finnegan on his back as they were leaving, when he heard your voice, instantly attracting his attention despite the slightly awkward note to it.  

“Captain Rogers? Can I have a second?”

A brief smile passing over your lips made the corners of his own rise higher on instinct. Your hair was messy, some sticking to your forehead, some flying around as you had had to just pull a hoodie over your head, your stance speaking of both determination and hesitance.

“Sure,” he said, gaze involuntary flickering to the Tupperware box in your hands. “How can I help you, Agent Jones?”

A flicker of surprise caught on your face as if you hadn’t thought he’d remembered your name – a pleasant surprise, Steve hoped. He hardly ever forgot names and faces, a blessing and a curse of his eidetic memory; but he had a feeling that even without his gift, he wouldn’t forget yours. You stood out subtly, but firmly, at least to Steve; and it had little to do with the fact he had covered you and probably saved your life on your first mission together just a few days ago.

“I, uhm… I know you probably get this all the time, because… well, because you save someone’s life all the time, but. I wanted to thank you,” you explained, a mixture of emotions difficult to decipher sinking into your voice, embarrassment at the forefront as if you were already questioning your decisions.

And you should – there was no reason to thank him further. You expressed your gratitude before, thanking him with shock right at the site of the shooting and then again on the plane when he made rounds, checking on all the agents. You owed him nothing.

But he had to admit you were being rather… sweet, looking up at him like that, sure and unsure at the same time, clearly hesitant about how to handle the situation and desperately trying to get a read on his reaction.

So, Steve took a deep breath, gaze flickering all over your face and minding to sound sincere – as he was – when he spoke again.

“You already have,” he pointed out gently.

“I know. But. It’s my life and just saying thank you doesn’t really seem like enough for something of that magnitude so. Here. A bit more of a thank you,” you said, standing your ground as you held out the box. Your smile grew, a little playful note in your voice as you shrugged. “You strike me like more of an apple pie kind of a man, but I don’t think anyone ever gets offended with cookies.”

Busted. You clearly weren’t a former FBI profiler for nothing. His hands twitched as he almost reached for the box, slightly embarrassed himself now.

“That’s really not necessary, Agent Jones.”

“I promise they’re not poisoned,” you hummed with an attempt at humour, instantly having Steve’s eyebrow rise up, along with a corner of his lips.

“That… didn’t even cross my mind until you mentioned it.”

“…oh.”

Your mouth opened and closed, no real sound coming out.

One silly sentence and it was obvious you pulled back, growing more embarrassed by the second; Steve felt a little guilty for teasing you. You seemed like a confident enough kind of woman, especially when a situation called for it, but he mustn’t forget you barely had just finished your first mission under him (his command, under his command), one where he had to – and wanted to – tackle you down so you wouldn’t catch a bullet for your trouble. Not to mention he was not only your superior, but also a potentially imposing figure known from overexaggerated urban legends which he didn’t try to but fed into anyway. Approaching him would have been nerve-wrecking for anyone, let alone in your circumstance.

But here you were, doing your best to stand with your head held high, offering him cookies, to highlight your gratitude for something Steve believed was his duty. And to show you regretted getting yourself into a situation where he had to intervene, a situation which could make you appear incompetent in the eyes of your direct supervisor – Steve himself.

So yes, he felt a little guilty for the gentle jab when all he had intended to do was to reassure you it was all in day’s work – and maybe to make you smile a little wider. Because from the little he had seen of you and he had read up on you – he liked to know his team, he liked to know what he could work with on his missions, sue him – you seemed to be quite a capable, dedicated and kind person. Not to mention rather beautiful too.

No matter how much time he had spent out of the ice in his new role, his interaction skills with beautiful women, even if those under his command, clearly needed a lot of polishing.

Putting you out of your misery, he slowly raised his hands as not to startle you and carefully took the box from your fingers, gently flipping the lid open for a slit. The sweet aroma of butter and chocolate tickled his nostrils, his quick metabolism letting itself known, his body whispering that he could definitely devour these after two training sessions, even if they weren’t that taxing on him.

You offered a weak smile which Steve reciprocated.

“If they are poisoned, you covered it well. They smell delicious. And look that way too,” he added for a good measure, hoping to erase the last remnants of awkwardness between the two of you.

He did not expect your reaction; nor he anticipated the effect it would have on him.

Upon his light tease and praise, your face lit up. Truly lit up. You might as well glow – and Steve felt his heart stutter, resisting the urge to squint against the gentle light, tempted all the same to keep his eyes wide open to appreciate the sight. It might be ridiculous, but he felt blessed to earn such smile; a perfect beautiful smile, irises sparkling with gratitude and humour, as if you suddenly appreciated him poking a bit of fun.

“Well, the recipe is from the times where no one truly cared about sugar and cholesterol,” you shrugged, smile subtler now, but no less blinding. “And the secret ingredient is gratitude.”

Steve couldn’t but chuckle, no matter how much as he wanted to disapprove of that sentiment.

“Hey. Like I said. Not necessary, but who am I to say no to this,” he mused as he closed the lid. “Thank you, Agent Jones.”

It was the title, Steve realized regretfully the moment the words left his mouth, that had the alluring sparkle in your eye dim and turn your smile from brilliant to polite; it was the reminder that despite the teasing, you were his subordinate and you were still basically strangers. Steve mourned the loss of your glow; and made himself a promise to bring it back soon as you rocked at the balls of your feet, embarrassment returning, even if considerably more subtle than when you had first approached him.

“Enjoy then. …I, uhm, I won’t keep you any longer. Thank you again, Captain Rogers. Have a good day,” you said, genuine warmth behind your words.

Yet, you kept your word and spun on your heels, heading out of the room.

And Steve couldn’t help it. He could tell it was back, that something weighting on your conscience, probably the worry about how you had introduced yourself to him as the agent who needed saving – and tried to, presumably lamely, soften the terrible impression with baking, no matter how excellent. The urge to have you know that was not at all what he as thinking of you was too acute to ignore, a tightness in his chest that needed to be released. Because you seemed a wonderful agent and a better person and he couldn’t let you leave thinking he considered you anything less.

It didn’t matter he barely knew you or you barely knew him; because you simply didn’t deserve to doubt yourself. Because there was more than one reason for why he didn’t really feel entirely comfortable accepting your gratitude; because it wasn’t fair.

“Did you get any cookies?” he called out, voice low despite the now empty training room.

You stopped in your tracks in an instant, turning to him with confusion written all over your face.

“I’m sorry?” you asked politely, frown turning into a brief smile when you realized what he meant – or thought so, apparently. “Oh, well, I sampled. I had to make sure I’d give you quality goods, after all.”

For a profiler, now you were being completely clueless. Steve shook his head, lips a thin line even as he tried to smile, slowly taking the three steps to make up for the distance you had walked. His gaze flicker over your face, still contorted in mild confusion, before he bored his eyes into yours, mindful to sound gentle despite the urgency humming in his ribcage.

“From Agent Thomas, I mean,” he clarified. The effect on you was immediate; your breath hitched, body going rigid with shock. Good. Then you’d hear what he was saying. “Perhaps some thank you for saving my life cookies too?”

Your lips parted in surprise, eyes widening. Your shock at the revelation that he had noticed the situation was almost adorable. He tried not to let it insult him – he could hardly blame anyone for not believing he’d pay attention to them on the mission.

The truth was, Steve probably would have been slightly annoyed had the situation been different. If, upon first time under his command in particular, he would have had to sweep in to save an agent because they were reckless, defying orders or showing off – but that wasn’t the reason you had missed the danger posed to you.

The only reason you missed the enemy shooter was because you were shooting another, right before Steve could. And you did it because Agent Hillary Thomas, on her very first mission of this sort, failed to notice she had left an opening. Because you had exchanged a few words with her on the jet, learning it was her first, and you probably had kept an eye on her ever since. Just like Steve had kept an eye on her and you.

The only reason he had to save you was because you got too busy protecting your fellow agent. It wasn’t your explicit order to have her six, but you had done it anyway, because that was what teammates did for each other. Steve could respect that. Hell, Steve appreciated that – and he was glad that people like you were on his team. This kind of people were his favourite and he would take a bullet for them at any day, so truly, tackling you was the least he could do and would do in the future should the need arise.

“No, Sir. Captain. I didn’t,” you said, a little quiet; clearly torn between standing behind your actions and knowing it had technically been a mistake to look out for someone else more than for yourself. A mistake which your Captain was now pointing out, you perhaps thought.

Imposing figure, Steve reminded himself with a mental sigh, a superior; you must have thought that you were being reprimanded further, which was not at all Steve’s intention. Realizing his shoulders had turned tense upon remembering the mission, he forced his body to relax and willed the corners of his lips to lift softly.

“At ease, Agent Jones. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that the circumstance has been taken into account. It was a compliment,” he assured you.

Much to his satisfaction, you let him. You stuck your chin up, standing straighter as a brief pleased smile passed your lips.

“Thank you, Captain. I realize that the practice might be different here at the AI than at my last place of employment, but-“

“You were looking out for a colleague, as have I,” he interjected, earning a nod from you, along with a barely-there smile. “And I’m pretty sure having your friends’ and fellow agents’ six is a universal rule. So… I’m glad I had you on the team for the mission. …And I would have been even without the cookies,” he added with a small smirk.

But oh, he should not have sweetened the compliment with a joke if he wasn’t ready to face the consequences. You chuckled, surprised at the teasing – your smile grew large and genuine, eyes shining again, the playful spark making its return. Steve felt his heart stumble in his chest once more, falling straight into the trap of your charm.

He was in trouble. He had been intrigued by you, half-way in trouble already, ankles deep at least, but now you not only smiled – at him, with him – but you smiled at something he said and he could not deny that at heart, he was a simple man with appreciation with the most incredible simple things; like how your smile lit up the training room like the brightest star. And now he was knees deep. No, waist deep, if not more.

If there was one person who should be smirking, it should be you. But you weren’t, because you probably had no idea that the gorgeous smile of yours just made breathing seem like a task worth only of titans among whom Steve did not belong, not with his chest feeling so full – full of delight and pride. He did that. And he wanted to do it again.

He was in so much trouble.

“Well, you got them this time, so enjoy them. I’ll try my best so there’s no reason for them next time,” you declared, unwittingly offering Steve a helping hand by reminding him of the reality of him being your boss – and therefore of inappropriateness of where the train of his thoughts was heading.

“As great as I think these are and as glad as I am you are looking out for our teammates, I like that plan,” he said with a grin, clutching the box only in his left hand in order to outstretch the other, an offer to shake it. You tilted your head to side slightly, but set his hand into his with a soft smile. Trouble. Beautiful, beautiful trouble. “Looking forward to working with you again, Agent Jones.”

You squeezed his hand, an honest grip – firm but gentle, not too strong to show off or try to assert dominance, nor too weak for you were not. Your voice carried the same sentiment as you parted.

“Same, Captain Rogers. Have a good day.”

Perhaps it would sound absurd if said out loud, but the box of homemade cookies only solidified Steve’s conviction that he had made the right choice to decide to move out of the Tower. His first apartment given to him by SHILED after he came out of the ice never felt like home for multiple reasons and so when Tony had been kind enough to offer to all the Avengers a place to stay, no matter how often, Steve had been grateful – if for nothing more than for the convenience of not having to commute. But as time passed and he felt the ground under his feet grow more and more solid, slowly coming to terms to the fact that this century had to be his home now, Steve was finding it hard to balance work and life outside of work with the majority of his life outside of work still happening at the place of employment. At a place where his colleagues – even as he could call a few of them his friends – could stride in literally whenever they pleased. He found himself longing for a true home again.

And yes; something as simple as sweet taste of chocolate chip with peanut butter edge played straight into his yearning for domesticity, painting an image of a woman to hug as she stands by the stove, him sneakily stealing one of the still-cooling cookies he had helped to prepare from a plate, earning a playful smack over the back of his hand and a chuckle. The woman carried your face at the moment, inevitably associated with these particular cookies; Steve had to scold himself for thinking about one of the agents under his command this way.

Then again, the way your eyes sparkled, delighted and a little playful stirred something deep within him, automatically coaxing his lips into a smile even two hours later.

That smile only grew as he spied an unread e-mail at the screen of his computer. From Tony Stark himself, sent this morning, the subject hinting the location of his possible future home. Steve had requested an apartment in one of the Avengers Initiative buildings, which were offered for rent to all agents under the AI for more than a reasonable price. Conveniently located, far enough from the Tower, but not too far; carrying a much better potential to be turned into a home.

Opening the e-mail, Steve couldn’t but chuckle at Tony’s ��� at least partly pretended – pretentiousness oozing from the first two sentences.  

Hey big guy, you sure you wanna live with the common folks? One apartment’s freshly empty, but can you actually handle living next to a newbie-ish girl? Had J run a like a triple background check on her, she should be okay. I mean. Besides being former FBI, bleh. Check for yourself. She could be good neighbour I guess, you could always ask her to lend you some sugar. Or pour some all over you, cause she has good looks. Lemme know if this’ okay. Peace out.

Steve rolled his eyes at Tony’s inability to not add a dirty joke – but his heart skipped a funny beat at the mention of the FBI, allowing himself a brief hope of seeing you more often. As if you were the only ever newbie coming from that particular agency. However, that simple skip turned into a thunder in his chest when he noticed the file attached with your name indeed.

He was being ridiculous, he was aware. But he found himself excited at the prospect. The first win was that from what he understood you were more intimidated by your circumstance than starstruck when you had interacted with him, so he wouldn’t have to deal with some hero worship that could quickly get awkward and annoying, despite what some people thought. And the second win, well… Even if nothing more than a smile and hellos should be exchanged a few times a week, a friendly face who might light up at least a bit upon talking to him sounded all sorts of pleasant; let alone a kind one.

Maybe he would ask for a cup of coffee after a few days, in a very neighbourly fashion of course, and get to know you in person rather than from the extensive background check he might have received but refused to read because Tony was probably able to dig out things like the name of your first pet and that was just wrong. He’d rather learn these things from you, if you’d be willing. You certainly didn’t seem uninterested in talking to him when giving him a completely unnecessary thank you, so perhaps you’d say yes – to the coffee, at least.

And perhaps he was getting quite ahead of himself. He shook his head.

Briefly checking the address, knowing the quality of the living space would not be an issue, Steve caught himself smiling as he wrote Tony back.

Looks perfect. I’ll take it. Thank you, Tony. S

He groaned when he realized his mistake, quickly sending another e-mail, even as he himself hated when people sent out e-mails as short as a text message in quick succession.

When I said ‘looks perfect’ I meant the apartment. Just to be clear. S

Naturally, with a nice neighbour like yourself, you were a part of that perfection and maybe he did mean you on your own as well, but he would never confess to that, let alone to Tony. Had he said it to anyone else, they would probably look at him funny, slyly even, but Tony… he’d make a huge deal out of it and would probably meddle.

Sadly, this was Tony who he was dealing with. The man could leave important e-mails concerning battle strategy or economic matters untouched for two weeks – but now, he replied instantly. Naturally. Steve could practically hear his friend saying the words. He groaned again.

‘Tis all yours, Cap. And I’m sure you did. Enjoy your cookies, btw, could have shared, you know.

The cookies, not her. Suuuuugar-

Steve felt his face being set aflame; but he rolled his eyes, shutting the tag closed with a grin on his face and warm hum in his chest. Tony’s teasing couldn’t taint the fact Steve was about to move into an apartment with a fresh opportunity to build a home. You living next door – even if it meant a lot of teasing from Tony (and Natasha, and Clint if he caught on) in the future – was just a very pleasant bonus.

He was a simple kind of man – an apple pie kind of a guy as you had guessed, in all senses of the words. Maybe he could try to bake a pie once he moved in and share with you; return your Tupperware with a piece of it in it, as a sort-of a reversed ‘welcome in the building, neighbour’ gesture.

Yeah, he should do that. He had a feeling that it just might make you smile; maybe just enough for him to see a sparkle light up your eyes again. He'd like that. Very, very much.

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Thank you for reading my short trip from writing hiatus 😇🥰 Feedback always appreciated 💕

I have several things for TWO possible sequels to Love on the Brain written down, but I don’t have the time or mental energy to really write, let alone detail up a mystery right now. So, I thought you might like a fluffy prequel at least 😊 Thank you for your support 💕

P.S. I have a headcanon now that Tony knew the post boxes in the wall were a mess and he was perfectly happy with the knowledge Steve and Sparkles had to interact whenever something landed in the wrong box. He was probably deliberately stalling having it fixed.

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17. I'm curious bc sometimes I try to bribe myself with little treats to get myself to write... except I know that bitch is a pushover, I don't have to write anything lmaoooooo

[Writer asks here]

Hahah, elsey! I feel you though, nothing will stop me from getting my treat! What's discipline when we can have treats unconditionally?

#17 Do you eat or drink while you write? What is your snack/beverage of choice? 

As mentioned above if I want to snack I'll do that regardless of my word count, lol! But actually I rarely have something standing around and waiting for me to eat it while I write. When I finish a story I get up a lot of times to stretch and take a breather, and if I feel like I could need some sugar I'll get something, but I don't really eat while writing. (Because then I have to clean my hands or my keyboard will get dirty, and that is a bother because I have to get up again and interrupt myself, and so on.) I am the type to push back my dinner until I finished my story, so yeah.

Drinking on the other hand, is essential. To be fair, I drink a lot (like 3-4 liters a day, and yes, I am healthy surprisingly) and I am actively trying to reduce my sugary drinks (their effects have worn off and they are the bane of my existence), so it's mostly water, water, and sometimes tea. I have really big mugs like 1 liter mugs and I love to make an apple tea in the morning and drink it over the day. It's... become unregularely lately because it was my mom who used to make it for me, and now that she's gone it is somewhat bittersweet to make myself the tea. I still make it sometimes. In fact, I'll make one now! Thank you for reminding me :)

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