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bratshaws · 1 year

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through the hourglass 118. brb x oc

a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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She was going to the pharmacy.

So what that she was stalling?

So what the time she did go was because Shells asked her to join in her grocery shopping?

So what that she kept looking at the pregnancy tests all stacked up like they were the only savior in an empty land and she was the castaway begging for help? So what that Nicole also found them nice - colorful boxes - and wanted to look closer? So what that Shells, if she saw it, would never live this down?

Beatrice could feel her headache coming back and she didn’t needed that now.

Nicole still reached for the colorful boxes thinking they were toys, so Beatrice had to walk away from that area to where Shells was, “Did you get everything?” Shells had so much stuff in her cart and was currently thumbing her phone, one hand holding her head up as she looked completely away from the situation, “Shells.”

Her blonde friend just stared down at the phone, laughing at some funny video she saw on Instagram and then going back to her neutral face.

“Oh for–Shells.” She shakes her shoulder which finally snaps the blonde back into reality, her eyes widening and looking around until she finds Beatrice’s gaze - and Nicole’s curious one - “Shells, did you get everything?”

“Huh? Oh,I think so?”

“You think so?”

“I mean yeah, I don’t have a list.” she shrugs casually, “There’s enough food for a month.”

But Beatrice didn’t seem amused, in fact she looked annoyed “Shells,there is a list. In your phone.” she points to the colorful case with her eyebrows still low, “For God’s sake just look into it, it’s in your notes.”

Shells blinked at Beatrice with a little smile, “Seesh,what bit into your ass this morning? Rooster?” Her friend’s cheeks turned red. “Nah, if it was him you’d be feeling over the moon,haha.”

“Shells.” Beatrice begins, “Just…check your list, please.”

“I will,I will…but really, what got you so,” Shells shakes her hands, “Iffy? You look ready to topple me if you weren’t holding Nikki.” and Beatrice felt bad, immediately relaxing her eyebrows and sighing, adjusting Nicole in her grasp.

“Just…an off day, is all.” more like an off week.

“Hm.”

“Don’t ‘hm’ me.” Beatrice replies, holding Nicole close to her chest and trying her best to not look even more annoyed since her friend noticed her sour expression. it wasn’t Shells’ fault, she was right to call Bea out on her attitude, it wasn’t like she knew what was going on.

And she won’t know. At least not yet.

Because Beatrice was going to ignore it as much as she could, she wasn’t feeling sick anymore therefore there was no need for her to worry about it. “I’m just having an off day,I didn’t have my coffee this morning.” because she was too anxious and Rooster, bless him, believed her when she said she wasn’t that hungry and might go back to sleep after he left.

She didn’t and now she was cranky and wanted some toast.

“Oh so that’s why? Well you big baby, why didn’t you say so?” Shells chuckled, tossing some aspirins into her cart as if it was a basketball and she just made three points, “We can snack on something after we leave.”

“You don’t have to-”

“Ah ah ah! No,I want to.” Shells holds up her finger,”I want to and I will do that.”

Nicole reacted before her mother, throwing her little fists up and squealing happily at what her crazy aunt suggested, bouncing a bit in Beatrice’s arms “Mama! Buhu buh Buh!” she giggled, still bouncing and kicking her legs in such a way that melted Beatrice’s sourness immediately in a blink of an eye.

Beatrice just huffed out a gentle laugh, then nodded at Shells, “Alright, okay Shells.I’ll go with you.” anything to keep her mind out of…things.

She’s been with that thought ever since the weekend and now it’s Wednesday and Christmas is next week and she was still thinking about it. There was no way, no way she was pregnant.

You thought the same when you had Nicole,bambina.

But that was different!

She wasn’t taking her birth control shots then, and she was now. She wrote it down,she knew she went to the clinic. But in reality, she was scared…not to be a mom again, but scared about this being…too much if she was. She wants more kids, she knew that Rooster wanted more kids as well but not so soon,right?

God how would he react if she was pregnant?

What if that was enough to make him upset, because after all, she was taking the birth control shots so they weren’t worried about any other contraception besides it…Beatrice didn’t know how to break the news if the news were that, she didn’t want…him to worry, what if he got upset.

Ugh she shouldn’t be thinking about that.

Beatrice chooses to sniff Nicole’s hair, smiling at the sweet cotton flower scent that hung onto her strands.Their daughter was the cutest, sweetest smelling baby ever and everyone agreed, not only them. She was so happy to see Nicole wriggling about that she almost didn’t hear Shells calling her to the cashier.

After paying they went to a bakery close by, it wasn’t Rizzo’s but it was another good one…with fancy pastries that looked like they were worth more than her rent. She didn’t know why Shells chose this place, maybe because it was the closest one to the grocery store and Shells wasn’t feeling like driving too far.

Beatrice held Nicole close to her chest when they walked in, trying to not glare at the group of people that looked her way when they noticed the baby. It was one of those hip places that kids weren’t really often seen…nice.

Shells didn’t care, in fact she had a feeling if she noticed more people looking over she’d just bark at them - more like ‘zombie growl’, it worked many times before when dealing with creeps at the few college parties they’ve been to - and make them look away. Beatrice however was very thankful when the staff offered a booster seat to Nicole, her daughter trying to mimic the ‘thank you’ but it didn’t come out as an actual sentence.

“Ah!” Shells exclaimed once she sat down, propping her hands behind her head and crossing her legs under the table, “Nice place.”

“It is.” Beatrice smiles in thanks when the female server comes with the booster seat, Bea telling her that she could set it up - she didn’t want to prevent the girl from working after all - “Can you hold Nikki for me so I can set the seat up?”

“Yes!” Shells straightened her body and picked the little baby up, Nicole was still getting used to Shells - amazingly of all of Beatrice’s friends, it was her that Nikki was confused the most whenever she was around - but she did hold onto the blonde’s neck as Beatrice put the booster seat up, “Look at you, hi baby!” Shells coos, gently tickling the little girl’s tummy and smiling when she giggled, “You look so precious, yes you do- so, how are you feeling?”

“About what?” Beatrice was looking at the seat instead of Shells.

“About Nikki’s new buddy. Excited?”

It takes a few seconds for Beatrice to translate what Shells meant, the brunette genuinely stood still like a statue while looking at the ground in shock. Buddy? What buddy? Wait, was Shells suspicious? What if she was? What if Beatrice was showing more than she thought? Maybe she should test it sooner, maybe-

And then it hit her.

She was talking about Evelyn’s baby.

“Oh,ah,hah. I-I am excited…um,I know Ev is too.” and she hoped her voice wasn’t too shaky when she said that because Shells could identify the fear in her voice when she spoke, “You know she’s changed her mind on the baby shower and everything.”

“Yeah,I know, plus Nikki won’t be alone for too long,huh?”

Again Beatrice swallowed hard, then slapped on a smile before turning around to pick Nicole from Shells’ hands, “Ah, yeah,she won’t.”

“Mama!” Nicole wriggles a bit, kicking her little legs and smiling towards Beatrice, “Mama!’

“Yes,I know,honey, you’ll have….friends.” she swallowed again, then cleared her throat as she put Nicole in the booster seat and then sat down next to her, opening her bag to pick the baby food she always had on hand whenever they had to stop for a lunch break.

She didn’t look up at Shells again and her friend squinted her eyes, pursed her lips and tapped her finger on the table as she watched Beatrice. She knew her best friend way too well, it was easy to know when she was hiding something because Beatrice was an open book when it came to her expressions, “So…” she begins, opening the menu to check what was on that morning, “How…are you and Rooster?”

Beatrice flicks her eyes towards the other woman briefly,”Fine.” she answers, tying the bib around Nicole’s neck before popping the baby food container open, “We’re fine, how are you and Bob?”

“Pretty good, can’t complain, still enjoying the double act that Bob is…won’t go into detail because of the little one there but you know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“But I mean…how are you guys? What was the reason for you to skip breakfast?”

Anxiety. “Nothing.” pure raw anxiety and fear, “Just didn’t feel like having it this morning.”

“And Rooster was okay with that? He’d probably feed you himself if he didn’t notice it…and he noticed it,I know he did.”

“Just woke up weird.” she murmurs, clicking the foldable spoon open to dip into the carrot puree and feed Nikki, her little daughter was already so excited she opened her mouth seconds before she could even see the spoon, “And I didn’t want him to worry, is all.”

“Bea.”

“What?”

“Are you hiding something?”

Was she? She didn’t even know if she was after all she REFUSED to take the test and be sure. She knew it’d be the right thing to do, but she was terrified…maybe if she talked to Rooster…maybe he’d calm her down?

Maybe she could also call her doctor to be sure, maybe even Hannah since that’s her job as well, “I’m not hiding anything.” it was…true. In a way, she didn’t know if she was hiding anything after all, “I’m just having an off day,I told you.”

“Well you just look…weird, that’s all.”

“I’m probably tired.” she throws the excuse in the air, “We’re getting ready for Christmas next week- are you coming,by the way?” quick,change the subject.

Shells tsked, looking to the side, “We’re visiting Bob’s family this year, maybe next year Bea. But I appreciate you inviting my aunt and Melia,I know they’ll have a lot of fun too.”

And after that they are going to Virginia, so she could set her plan in motion as well…there was so much in her brain and this sudden doubt wasn’t helping.

One more reason to test, bambina…what’s the worst that could happen?

She hated how her nonna’s disembodied voice was right. Beatrice sighed through her nose, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Yeah…they will. Anyway, we better eat something. Right?”

“Sure thing!”

She managed to get into the pharmacy without Shells noticing. How, one might ask, simply saying she needed to use the bathroom and if she could keep an eye on Nicole as she walked inside the supermarket while her friend stayed in the car far away from anyone’s view.

Beatrice’s hands were shaking after she paid for the three tests, shoving them so deeply in her bag that she almost hurt herself. And now she was just looking at the colorful boxes inside, biting her lower lip and formulating a plan.

“Okay.’ she begins, rubbing her temples and pacing back and forth, Nicole and the dogs following her with their eyes as she walked around the living room, “I can do it in the morning, when your dad isn’t here, then check…if it’s negative,I’ll just throw it away before he sees it…if it’s positive…”

She’d have to tell Rooster, one way or another.

“He wouldn’t be mad,right?” she murmurs as she picks her bag up and opens a bit more, the tests were tucked under her wallet and keys, “He’d understand…he wants more kids.”

But oh…so soon? Remember…you were on birth control, or were you? Are you dumb and forgot? Probably.

Beatrice tsked, looking down at the tests “I will figure it out, there’s no need to worry-”

“Babe?”

Beatrice never threw her bag away from her so quickly, it slammed on the wall with a loud ‘thud!’ and slid behind the couch closest to the window, her eyes wide as the dogs hurried to the front door to greet Rooster and Nicole squealed the second she heard her father’s voice.

Normally Beatrice would pluck her up from her bouncer to greet Rooster as well, but she stood immobile like a fawn ready to be shot in the middle of their living room. She just stood there,wide eyed and silent, swallowing hard as she heard his boots on the floor.

His smiling face greeted her and he dropped everything he was holding, “My fuckin’ baby,c’mere.” he immediately rushed over to her, picking her up from under her ass and kissing her lips repeatedly. Beatrice made a sound of surprise but kissed him back,laughing as he kept their lips locked.

‘Rooster!” she giggles when he breaks away, “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing.” he replies, pecking her lips again, “I just had to kiss you, fuck you are so beautiful and you are always so hot, I’m going to kiss you again.”

“Dada!”

Both of them looked at Nicole who just appeared to be distraught because she was left out, “Oh,my birdie I’m so sorry.” he gently put Beatrice down, tapping her ass cheeks with his hands before he turns around to pick Nicole up, kissing her soft cheeks and grinning against her skin when she started to giggle, “I missed your cute little laugh too, yes I did!”

God that scene was too cute.

And it could repeat itself before- she snapped her gaze to the couch where her bag was behind, then back towards Rooster, she had to grab it before he found it in some way, “How was work?”

“Work was,” he lifts Nicole above his head, smiling at her squealed laugh,”Great, I talked to Mav, he’s coming next week and he said he’s bringing me a gift.”

“A gift?”

‘Yes, to me specifically. I don’t know what it is but it seems important.”

Beatrice’s worry dimmed into a smile when her husband said that, it was so sweet that Pete was trying his best to connect with Rooster again and she knew Bradley appreciated it more than he showed. His eyes were shining a lot more too, it was just a matter of time until they got back to what they were used to, “That’s great Roos.”

“Yeah,oh,also,we need to go Christmas shopping.” he adds, “We didn’t yet.”

“...oh my God you are right. We need to go this weekend.” he looked so happy when he said that too, she didn’t know why but he was almost beaming.

“it’ll be our very first Christmas,together,as a family.” he whispered, his eyelids lowering as he looked at Nikki, her tiny hands touching his face and he, in turn,kissed those minuscule palms of hers and nuzzled her skin, “...I…I’m excited for it.”

She felt terrible because of course he’d be happy.

She remembers him saying that he hadn’t celebrated Christmas in a long while when they got together, especially with a family. It was one thing to share with Mav and her own relatives, it was something else entirely when it came to them. To Bea,Rooster,Nicole and the dogs, their little circle, their little family bubble.

Of course he’d be happy and excited and ready to have a great Christmas with them.

Beatrice’s smile softened and she approached him, kissing his jawline,”I know,I’m excited too…” she also wanted to push him away from the living room,”Anyway…hungry?I can make us dinner.” and she looks back at the couch as they walk away, furrowing her brows.

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whaleofatjme1920 · 1 year

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hi, els 🥰 i love how innovative your writing is (can i use that word?? I just feel like your fics are always really fresh sjksjksjk) this is a half request kinda thing and it's okay if you dont do it ofc but i figured I'd give it a shot since requests are open and you're willing to write for tall reader (BLESS) but can it be (characters of your choice) x a tall reader who talks big but is actually the most submissive person known to man? I'm trying to narrow down on characters but there are so many good ones you write for so i figured I'd let you chose and pray that you dont find it too annoying haha. Thanks!

Masky, Ghost, Ezio Auditore, and Miss Pauling with an “All Bark no Bite” SO

[GN!Reader, i don’t really describe any body for this one. Kept purposely vague.]

[Warnings: general smut. Slight degradation, more praise. Body worship. You know the drill. MINORS DNI]

[AN: you’re too entirely sweet to me, thank you!! you mentioned I could choose and forgot literally every fandom I have ever written for!! It’s rough out here when I choose. Anyways here’s this <3 sorry it takes me ungodly long to do these I’m so busy these days. ALSO it’s just a garden variety of characters that came to my head.]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Masky

Did you know he’s actually kinda short for men? He’s like 5’6-5’7! I’m keeping that here for this. So let’s pretend you’re 5’11 nearly 6’, just know you’re what people consider tall regardless of perceived gender.

Gods the playful arguments you two get into. It becomes unbearable at times. You have the most cocky personality a proxy has ever been gifted it’s UNREAL.

But he knows your secret. In the bedroom, you like being babied in a way. He’s gotta be your dom, always topping, making sure he treats you so well. You’ve even caved once due to his sickeningly sweet condescending words and called him ‘daddy’ just to get him to finish inside of you.

It’s such a pretty sight to see you on your knees sucking his cock like there’s no tomorrow. You’re allowed to use your teeth but just BARELY. And his praise is so good. You let him up so bad in public as you stand over him and talk huge game but one look from him in private and you’re melting.

Masky enjoys having that sense of power over you. It’s hot. He makes you worship his cock and you’ll do it because you’re a good pet, aren’t you? Of course you are. Be good pet and suck. Take it nice and slow, careful of your teeth! That’s right. Whole thing.

Ghost

Don’t know how it’s possible but you’re near his height. That doesn’t happen often. While his ego is… he does have an ego, he manages to hide it kind of. Well, he’s classy with it. You, however? Absolutely not. Ghost does like to hear you talk because he loves thinking of all the ways he’ll break it down later.

Sparring with him is fun, enough said. You bring such good energy, give him a genuine run for his money but he knows how you crumble behind closed doors. He can see you pinned underneath him, nails dug into his back as he pushes so deep inside of you that you can’t think of anything but how he fills you.

Will admit for him, it’s nice to have an equal in height partner because it’s easier to kiss you and just,,, be with you. People who are shorter make some positions really hard to do comfortably. Regardless, he’s still going to pick you up and manhandle you. He knows you like it.

Loves hearing you beg for him, especially after a really long day of you egging him on. You’re kind of a brat and think you can get away with it because you’re physically similar to him but that’s so far removed from the truth. He’s bent you over his lap and spanked you before, watching you heat up and pout as he disciplines you.

Some people have the idea that you top but literally nothing could be further from the truth. He tells you a single command and you’re doing as he asks in a heart beat. His voice makes you melt completely. That and somehow, he makes you feel ‘small’. Not in a bad way, but sexually, like you’re too delicate for him to handle.

Ezio Auditore

Will admit i think Ezio has a thing for tall people. Something about legs here. Anyways he loves the way you boast in the sense of “gods I am putting you in your place later.” He allows you to act the way you do because it makes everything else after so much better.

He’s not really mean about it like others might be? He’s a very loving dom. He utilizes his praise to make your head spin and pin you under him. It’s quite easy for him to love you. The first time he was with you he was very surprised you weren’t the dom you portrayed yourself as. The fact you were a flustered mess just from him pushing your head down to suck his cock made him chuckle.

He’s very amused at how you fold right under him. He really does love bending you like a lawn chair. Your legs drive him crazy in the best way. He will spend forever between them. Him and his oral fixation. Out of everyone here, he’s the most sugary sweet and so prone to loving you rather than taking you down a peg.

Though, that isn’t to say he won’t discipline you if you get too boastful or what have you. He’s a daddy dom. Come on, look me in my multiple eyes and tell me he isn’t. Has a daddy kink. He’s daddy.

Loves when he marks you so everyone knows what happened the next day. While he loves marks for himself personally, during those lovingly disciplined sessions, he won’t let you mark him. It’s a whole thing between the two of you-a sign of his intimacy with you and that you’re all bark and no bite. In this case, literally.

Miss Pauling

She’s actually kind of similar but in the opposite sense. While I don’t think she’s that short, I think she’s around 5’6-5’7, people see her as timid/demure/a doormat (she’s not) but she’s actually very dominant. She’s a really smart lady, so when you come in acting like you’re god’s gift to the universe, that you’re the one that tops, “this guy (you) fucks” energy, she sees right through that act.

And she’s right. She’s entirely right. The first night you guys sleep together, she’s got you buried between her legs for way longer than she’s had anyone there because she wants to prove a point: you’re a people pleaser at your core. If she asks you to jump, you’ll then ask how high. Your dominant nature in public is all a front and she knows.

To be fair she does like it. You flirt so blatantly and boldly with her, but she knows. She knows. Miss Pauling also likes the body worship you can give her, focusing on her breasts and hips. But she’ll also do the same for you because she knows you’ll melt.

Giving praise to you is very easy. You obey her so well! She honestly expected more of a brat from you but you do everything she asks when she asks and more. On the off chance she has to discipline you, she’s so teasing. Loves to edge you and deny you your orgasm because how dare you disobey? You’re so much better than that, sweetheart.

She’s also very similar to Ezio I’m not having you mark her but she can mark you. She’ll put on her favorite lipstick, or if you’ve been especially good, let you choose your favorite shade and she’ll cover you in her lipstick kisses. You may not wash it off, they come off naturally unless she says otherwise. If people ask, explain. Go ahead. Use your big words. She’s looking up at you, how you tower over her, and smirking due to the influence she has over you.

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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Hello hello my dear :D

I love your writing so i HAD to send a request! This is probably super niche and if you dont feel comfortable writing it thats COMPLETELY okay!<3

So i have a skin disorder that makes red spots appear ALL over my skin and it makes it feel itchy and rough(now in other fanfic its normally that the characters talk about "readers soft skin" and sadly i cant relate to that)

So i was wondering if you could write Sam Wilson x fem! Or Non binary! Reader with a skin disorder :D what prompt you use, if its nsfw or sfw and how long it is, is completely up to you! I would just love to relate to a fanfic again :,)

Much love <3

thank you so much for sending this and i hope i did it at least some justice, because i've been incredibly uncreative and unmotivated for a long time now— i too suffer from a skin condition mostly triggered by stress, which makes the skin of my shoulders and upper back very bumpy (and damn it leaves scars each time) so this was insightful to think about,, most fics aren't that inclusive unfortunately (which is nobody's fault!!) but anyway, i hope you have a wonderful day, and thank you again for dragging me out of my void!!

Fifty Bucks

sam wilson x reader

"It's impossible to feel inconvenienced by anything when Sam Wilson is your personal stand-up comedian and therapist at the same time. He might demand fifty bucks, though."

[1k] | honestly not much, super short and quick anyway, fluff, reader has a skin condition as lovely anon mentioned above, swearing, sam is a blessing and not in disguise at all

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

You should've seen this coming.

But it's like your body and your mind operate on completely different terms sometimes, with no connection to one another whatsoever. It's impossible to control how your body might react to something that brews in your mind, and while for some it's not an issue to keep focus on; people that are blessed with one tiny little add-on to their existence like you have to be extra careful sometimes.

And good lord, you can never be careful enough.

As Sam paced around in your apartment, trying to keep your mind off of work stress and the general adulthood obstacles through a sacred quest of finding a show to watch before you could come back to the living room; you were mentally face-palming upon the sight of a red spot on the course of forming on your shoulder, and a few more down your arms. You can't control everything that happens around you, of course, but God, why is it that everyone else seems to be better at handling stress?

When you came back to the living room with a slight pout on your lips, fingers tugging on the material of your t-shirt to reveal a portion of your arms, Sam is perplexed. Remote control in his palm, he turned around to look at you, gaze flickering between your hand and your face. "Everything okay?" he asked, pointing towards the snacks laid out on the coffee table with the remote control. "It better be. I didn't pay for all those for nothing, you better cheer the hell up."

That pulled a chuckle out of you as you shrugged, stepping closer to him with a sigh, forcing the sight into his point of view. "Flaring up a bit, I think," a soft breath left you. "Figures. I was beginning to expect it at this point."

"What's that? Allergies?" he asked, following suit when you took a seat on the couch, relaxing right next to you. "Is it the lobster? Can't be, because I marinated that thing so good that people with seafood allergy could risk death to have a taste. I'm serious."

"No, it just happens." you chuckled softly, heaving a deep sigh before leaning back comfortably. "There isn't much that I can do about it now, it's just gonna itch and drive me crazy."

Sam hummed as a response, before pressing 'play' on the first comfort show that he came across, mind occupied with this newfound information. It must be annoying enough to go through, he thought, figuring that he shouldn't ask many questions— but he's a curious individual, he couldn't help it even if he tried. "Isn't there anything, like— like an ointment or something for 'em?" your slow nod caused him to hum, the intro of the show seemingly catching your attention, but not his, surprisingly, considering the fact that he often possessed the attention span of a goldfish. "Does it bother you?"

"It's not a pretty sight when the timing is wrong," you mumbled while reaching for a pack of sour candies on the coffee table before leaning back on the couch again. The cushions were soft against your back, but not as soft as your bed— which you were beginning to miss. "But I feel like I've gotten used to it, you know? Like, I learn more about how my skin reacts to certain things as time goes by and, well, I'm trying to manage it better."

"Not a pretty sight my ass," he whispered under his breath, causing you to laugh— along with him. "You could have Shrek skin for all I care. Or Avatar skin, whatever fictional world you're into— you'd still be one hell of a sight."

"Shrek skin? C'mon, you're just saying that."

"Watch it, I get real aggressive about affection," a pair of strong arms pulled you to his side and you giggled against the material of his shirt, trying to slap his arms away from you. "God was like, damn, a full package. Gotta balance it out somehow."

It was incredible, how fast Sam could get you laughing. But there you were, laughing at his antics with the show long-forgotten on the screen, his arms secure around you and a pretty smile on his lips. He was a man of acceptance, after all, and you were sure that given the chance, he could restore world peace in a week with his delicious cookouts and wonderfully thought speeches.

"Shut the hell up," you chuckled, shaking your head. "It doesn't even bother me, it's my own skin. Just makes me wish that I was a bit luckier."

"That's a good thing, you know, being alright with it." his fingers found your hair then, giving the area a few loving pats before carding them through your locks. It was as if his tone changed when he started to speak again, and you'd recognize that speech pattern anywhere. "Health-wise, accepting and embracing something kinda works like a placebo, you know? Whether it's a mental thing or, you know, something physical— when you're like, alright, I'm doing this and that to cure this thing, but at the same time, I'm not gonna be all like, damn this thing—"

"God, not one of these speeches again—"

"Listen, you ungrateful brat," his faux offense made you laugh again, as you watched him press his palm against his chest where his heart is supposed to be. "People don't pay therapists for nothing."

"I know, I know." you cuddled onto him more. "M'sorry, go on?"

"I will, for fifty bucks."

"FIFTY?!" you raised your head from his shoulder to look up at him, eyes wide in shock.

"Do you have any idea how expensive therapy is?! Thirty at most, pay up or shut up!"

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kick-a-droid · 1 year

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I posted 3,032 times in 2022

That's 3,032 more posts than 2021!

67 posts created (2%)

2,965 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@/thecodyagenda

@/gaeasun

@/d3epfriedangels

@/chiafett

I tagged 2,662 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#sw - 988 posts

#sw: tcw - 826 posts

#other's ocs - 498 posts

#commander cody - 234 posts

#obi wan kenobi - 220 posts

#sw: owk - 189 posts

#commander fox - 184 posts

#ahsoka - 170 posts

#anakin skywalker - 166 posts

#captain rex - 123 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#anyway there's lots wrong in general with tbb but cody being in it 100% means they're going to portray him as someone choosing to ally with

My Top Posts in 2022:

hey zip! for prompts, how about “You can lean on me.” for Cody? 👀

leo, thank you so much for the prompt! and i am so sorry this lived in my inbox for literal months but here it finally is!

tw: description of bad injury, description of blood, some casual self-hatred

All battles were gruesome. It was the first and most important lesson of war, and the one Cody would never forget as the gods averted their eyes from campaigns like these, condemning thousands of his vod’e to rot on backwater planets no one would ever visit again. Perhaps the gods only turned their gaze upon the survivors, blessing them with the chance to die in the clinical cold of medbay or sob into the warmth of their batch mates’ chests.

Cody almost always occupied a purgatory fit for one, and this battle was no exception. A deep gash in his left leg was steadily bleeding, soaking through his blacks as he limped to his quarters and away from medbay. He was hurt but the vod’e that had been carried away mid-battle were fighting for their lives and Cody wasn’t going to topple their odds just because the CC label the Kaminoans slapped onto his tube gave him undeserving priority.

He punched in the code and stumbled through the doorway, sending his armor rack tumbling to the ground as he collapsed. His breathing was labored and his bucket was sending him obnoxious alerts about his rapidly deteriorating health but none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was he made it to his quarters and no one was going to die because he had been selfish and stupid enough to survive.

He ripped his bucket off and started dragging himself to his fresher where his med kit was kept, dutifully ignoring the way sweat stung his eyes and how salty his tears tasted.

The chime to his door went off suddenly and he stopped, panting heavily.

“Commander?”

Of course it was Obi-Wan. He was nothing if not the most annoying part of Cody’s personal purgatory.

“‘M fine. About to use the ‘fresher,” Cody shouted, hoping the door muffled the way his voice wavered.

The door slid open and Cody let his forehead fall to the ground with a thud. The godly powers that scorned him now would regret it as soon as he could find a quiet place to die and begin his journey to their thrones.

“Oh dear,” Obi-Wan mumbled as crouched in front of Cody and ran a gloved hand through his sweaty curls. “Let’s get you to med bay.”

Cody bit his lip, the tang of blood on his tongue a welcome distraction as Obi-Wan turned Cody onto his back and reached for his arms. Cody struggled out of his grasp, ignoring the shooting spikes of pain and the blood pooling below his leg.

“Cody. You need to get help.”

“No,” Cody sobbed. “I order them to die in battle. I won’t be the reason they die in medbay as well.”

Obi-Wan frowned and Cody turned away, unable to watch the concern chisel itself into his face. “If you don’t get to medbay now, a medic is going to have to come here and then they’ll be short staffed. You don’t want that though, right?”

Cody glared at him. “No.”

“Good,” Obi-Wan said as he hauled Cody up with ease.

Cody pushed off of Obi-Wan to stand on his own, refusing to cause him more trouble than he already had. It was a decision he regretted instantly as pain shot through his body and black spots clouded his vision. He wasn’t quite sure which way was up and if he was simply rocking or on a one way collision course with his bloody floor.

“You can lean on me,” Obi-Wan said as he pulled Cody’s arm over his shoulders and grabbed his waist.

The shift in weight brought an instantaneous relief as most of his pain fizzled away and his vision cleared. Their first step together brought nothing more than a dull ache and Cody was confident that some of his relief had to be from Obi-Wan’s force osik.

“Thank you,” Cody mumbled.

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i think it was so perfect for anakin to lose to obi-wan in the same way he lost to him in the flashbacks, only for anakin to then win against reva using the same weapon stealing tactic obi-wan had pulled on him all those years ago.

23 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

click for better quality :)

ballerina!cody because he deserves to look like a sunflower 🌻

references:

pose: x

26 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

WIP Game!

thank you sm for the tag @lost-on-kamino :)))

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!) I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

oh boy, most of my wips are in the idea stage, lmao, but here they are:

writing:

cereal - cody & rex

lean on me - cody & obi-wan

cold, dead dream - tavi's grandma & fox

no war AU - ventress & trinket

tavi during o66

rise and fall - cody

how blueshift gets his name - blueshift & fizz

blueshift, fizz, and o66

art:

face refs - fizz and blueshift

armor ref - blueshift

blueshift and fizz and makeup

ballerina!cody

plus sized fandom event - ahsoka

hand drawn pfps for a couple of my blogs

the night we met

combo:

intro posts for ocs - jal, norvu, blueshift, trinket, and tavi's grandma

no pressure tags! @thecodyagenda @ct-7567 @fooolisher @turtlepie and anyone who wants to do this :)

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My #1 post of 2022

headcanon that waxer and boil smuggle a goldfish on board the negotiator and make it almost two weeks before someone (wooley) drunkenly tells cody about it.

cody let's it go though, because waxer's argument about morale and the fish being 212th gold was very convincing.

it had nothing to do with the fact that cody finds the fish cute. nothing at all.

anyway there ends up being a ongoing poll for the fish's name and after a few weeks the name commander finley wins.

yes, commander finley outranks both cody and obi-wan. yes, everyone salutes finley when they pass her in the barracks.

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Hey! can you please write something about ezra? i’m really missing him <3 he’s my fav kid and he doesn’t even exist what is happeningggg—

Always Thinkin’ of You

prompt: Ezra gets frustrated when Harry leaves him for too long.

warnings: ezra cuteness because I know you guys have been missing him

If you enjoy - please like, reblog, recommend, comment, & come talk to me.

🌮 Happy 4 of One Year of Erodasfishtacos. 🐠

catch up on the other days!

day one

day two

day three

Harry was just arriving home from a week and a half of press, promo, and games - he was exhausted but more importantly he missed his wife and babies.

When he steps in the front door, he’s bombarded by three of his little ones who attach themselves like monkeys to him.

Easton, eight,on his left leg, Cash, six, on his right, and Briar, two, tugging on the bottom of his shirt with a furrowed brow and demand of, “Up, daddy. Up.”

“Hi, lil’ mama,” Harry coos to his daughter who becomes more of a spitting image of her gorgeous mother everyday, “You miss y’daddy?”

Briar nods sweetly with her chubby hand coming to pat his face, nose wrinkling when she comes in contact with his unshaven face which was usually smooth.

Then he’s leaning down to kiss both of the boys on top of their curls locks, recently damp from a bath, with a murmur, “Missed you guys so much. Thought about you the whole time I was gone. Were you good for mama?”

“Yes! I helped put away groceries today!” Easton informs his father proudly with his chest puffed out and a dimply smile.

“Hey! I helped too!” Cash grumbles, shoving at his annoying older brother before nuzzling into his father’s thigh, “I put away all the fruit, daddy.”

“There’s my good boys,” Harry compliments, big palm rubbing Cash’s back as he hugs onto him, god - he loved his babies so much.

But he was missing his one monkey.

Ezra was usually never one to be left out of the welcoming committee, he was usually the first one scampering to greet him with a big hug and a few sniffles.

And surely by now, he would have known that his father had walked in the door with all the commotion his siblings had made.

“Where’s mama?” Harry asks, kicking off his tennis shoes and then his puffy north face jacket before tugging off his hoodie - it had been super cold out.

“Cooking dinner,” Easton informs him before slapping Cash’s shoulder and saying, “Five second head start! Tag, you’re it!”

Then he’s bolting out of the foyer with impressive speed before Cash can even process but then quickly joins in to chase after his older brother.

“Let’s go see what’s for dinner, pretty girl. Yes?” Harry sing songs to Briar who still has a curious hand dragging over his prickly facial hair.

“Daddy?” She asks inquisitively, her small fingers tracing over his upper lip and then his jaw before repeating the pattern.

“Wha’? You don’t like my whiskers?” He teases, moving his cheek to brush against hers - she emits the cutest little squeal when she feels the roughness against her baby soft skin.

“No! No!” Briar belly laughs, pushing his cheek away from hers before she’s burrowing right back into the crook of his neck for a cuddle.

“How did I get so lucky, hm? My perfect little girl,” Harry sighs happily, he was truly living a fairy tale with how he’d been so fucking blessed.

When he steps into the kitchen, YN is in a pair of nike shorts and an old college tee of his with her hair thrown up and Ezra sat on the counter next to her - watching raptly as she stirred the thick sauce for the pasta.

“Can you add the pepper now, Ez?” She asks softly, handing him the shaker and with his tongue sticking out in concentration - he carefully shakes until there’s enough of the spice added.

“Hey darling, you single?” Harry can’t help but try his luck as he steps up behind his wife, hand massaging at her hip as he lands a few pecks to the back of her neck.

“Sorry, m’all wifed up,” She replies haughtily but teasingly presses her bum back into the cradle of his hips which has him pinching her in warning.

“Don’t tempt me, we haven’t fuc- er, had alone time in nearly two weeks,” Harry corrects himself before he’s putting Briar down so she can toddle back to an abandoned toy cell phone near the pantry and pick it up.

“Maybe tonight, if you’re lucky,” YN hums, turning the stove down until the sauce is simmering and she opens the oven door to check on the garlic bread.

When Harry spins his wife around to nudge their lips together, he feels a small hand push at his arm, and he pulls back to see his youngest son fixing him with a glare.

“Hi bubba,” Harry smiles, figuring the push was from him not greeting his son yet, but when he goes to tug him into a hug and off the counter - Ezra shakes his head with a scowl.

YN titters at the four year old, “You want to tell daddy why you’re upset?”

Ezra shakes his head, curls bouncing every which way, and he crosses his arms, avoiding any eye contact with his father.

“Ez? Are you upset with…me?” Harry wonders, brow furrowed with confusion as YN goes about straining the pasta but still listening.

“Go away, daddy,” Ezra huffs angrily, his green eyes finally meeting his father’s with tears brimming at the rims.

Harry is definitely bewildered, he wasn’t quite sure what he did wrong, and when he’d FaceTimed with him earlier before his flight home - he was absolutely fine.

“I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong,” He tries to encourage, wishing he could just give him a hug, “Can you please talk to me?”

“Mama, tell ‘em,” The young boy mumbles instead when YN leaves against the counter, just waiting for the sauce and bread to finish for dinner.

“Ezra ended up taking a nap and he woke up about forty-five minutes ago. He had a nightmare and was looking all around the house for you,” YN replies, rubbing Harry’s bicep because she knows it’ll make his heart sting.

And it did.

“Daddy should be home,” Ezra whines, his anger melting away as he begins to blubber, tears falling down his cheeks, “No leaving Ezzie.”

If his heart could shatter anymore it could.

Harry couldn’t help but feel a gnarly twinge of guilt and sadness at his son’s words because even though his son is four - everything he says is valid and he should be taken seriously.

“I was gone for a bit longer than usual, yeah?” Harry agrees lowly, scrubbing a hand over his face, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, sweetheart.”

“Don’t leave again,” Ezra pouts out his full bottom lip.

“Daddy has to work so we can have a nice house and nice things,” Harry sighs, “So we can have food and clothes, hav-“

“No no no,” He chants out defiantly, carefully jumping down from the counter and walking out of the room.

“What has gotten into him?” Harry groans, he was pretty exhausted from the jet lag and shitty hotel beds, and he knew he had to work this out before the night was over.

YN wraps her arms around his waist, lips pressed to the hinge of his jaw as she speaks, “He’s just having a bad day. He missed you so much.”

“Should I go try to talk-“

Then they hear a clatter from the foyer, which has them quickly following the sound to make sure one of the kids didn’t get hurt.

But it’s Ezra, who has unzipped Harry’s suitcase and was tossing all of his nicely organized and folded clothing out and splayed all over the hardwood floor.

“Ezra Duke,” YN scolds gently, frowning when she sees the mess that he’s created and winces when she tosses his toiletries bag and hears a loud clunk! which was most likely his expensive Tom Ford Cologne.

“Now daddy can’t leave!” Ezra announces as he throws a pair of socks as far as he can which ends up landing at Easton’s feet.

The other three children had come to see what the fuss was about and stand their with confused wide eyes.

Harry steps forward, squatting down and gently grabbing Ezra’s arm, “This is not a good way to express feelings. If you’re mad or upset with daddy then we need to talk. You’re being very unkind right now by making a mess of my things.”

And when Ezra gets scolded by his father (even if it was very gently), he plops on his bum and begins crying as he looks at the ground.

Easton cautiously steps over and sits next to his younger brother, hand on his shoulder, and he says, “Ezzie, I used to get really sad when dad left too. But he always comes back, he has to go to work.”

“Yeah! And when you really miss him, you can just ask mama to call him!” Cash offers, being the sweet little thing he is and gathering a few of his father’s shirts to put back in the suitcase.

“Thank you, Cashy,” Harry hums before stopping him, “But Ezra made this mess and I think it’s important that he cleans it up.”

“No! No no no,” Ezra refuses, eyes steely green and determined not to listen - a full tantrum coming on from the looks of it.

“Come on, come help mama with dinner,” YN goads, guiding the little onlookers into the kitchen to give them some privacy.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You threw all of daddy’s clothes and I need you to pick them up for me,” Harry says soft but firmly, “Or you can choose not to pick them up and go sit on the stair.”

Ezra scowls at his feet as he weighs his two options carefully, his little chest heaving up and done with anger.

“I’ll pick ‘em up!” He whines with a high-pitched frustration in his voice as he lugs himself off the ground and begins to gather socks, shirts, and shorts - depositing them begrudgingly in the suitcase.

After every article is haphazardly back where it needs to be, Ezra stands in front of his father with the same scowl he’d managed to keep throughout the whole ordeal.

“Are you upset with me?” Harry asks his son, he wants to reach out and tug him into his arms but he had to respect his son’s boundaries too.

Ezra’s glare quickly begins to crumble when his bottom lip starts quivering viciously as he tries not to cry again but he nods.

Harry’s chest hurts for his son, “Bub, it’s okay that you’re not happy with me. I know I was gone and you miss me so much when I have to go.”

“Don’t leave Ezzie,” His son mumbles as he hiccups with the onslaught of tears that are bubbling over his lids.

“Darling,” Harry murmurs, opening his arms and Ezra instantly scampers into them to curl up onto his lap, “I have to go to work so that we can live in this house, eat yummy food, buy you all those baby dolls. If I don’t go, I don’t get money to do those things but that’s why mama stays home to make sure you get all the love and cuddles.”

“Want m’babies,” Ezra grumbles lowly, turning himself so he can wrap his arms around his father’s neck and bury his face in there.

“I want you to know that I think about you, all the time when I’m gone. I think about Easton, Cashy, you, Briar,” He whispers to his son as if it’s a dark secret that he’s never uttered before as he rocks his son back and forth.

“Mama?” The little boy squeaks curiously.

Harry can’t help but chuckle, “Yes, Ez. I definitely think about your mama all the time too. I love you all with my whole heart.”

“M’sorry.”

It’s sheepish and spoken against the column of Harry’s throat.

“Ezra Duke, you never ever have to apologize for feeling sad or upset. We just have to talk about it or do something to calm down. We can’t do things that are unkind to others,” He assured him, “It’s okay to be sad, angry, happy, or anything else. “

YN appears in the hallway, a soft lift to her lips as she tells them, “Dinner’s ready, my boys. C’mon. Ezra, do you want to help me pass at the garlic bread?”

With that, Ezra is out of his fathers lap and scuttling quickly to his mother at the chance of being a little helper.

YN can tell Harry’s tense, shoulders tight and uncomfortable as he lays on his side - back turned to her.

After she slides in, her nails come to lightly scratch at his bare back, “What’s bothering you?”

He doesn’t loosen at her gesture, just lets out a huff and burrows deeper into his pillow, voice low and clipped, “M’fine.”

YN can’t help but roll her eyes at the back of his head where his curls are still damp from the shower - he acted like she didn’t know him inside out.

“I couldn’t ask for a better father to my children, you know,” She starts, she didn’t have anything planned to say per se, “I know it sucks when you’re away for work but you’re so fucking present when you are here with you kids.”

Harry doesn’t turn around but she knows that he’s listening intently.

“Our kids love you so so much. I love you so much it seems like a fairy tale. I can’t believe how much you sacrifice for us, for me to stay home with the babies, for everything,” YN tells him, there’s tears running down her cheeks and when she sniffles - Harry instantly flips over and pulls her straight into his chest with his lips pressed to her forehead.

She knows sometimes Harry just needs time, that she can’t fix everything but he simply rasps out that he loves her and kisses her cheeks, nose, lips, and drift off in each other’s arms.

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murfeelee · 2 years

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Check In Tag

Thanks @ktarsims for tagging me here!

I’m still not dead--luckily, I’m in the home stretch; just two more weeks and the semester’s done! I just have about a zillion papers and exams to get through, FML, LOL.

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Why did you choose your URL?

Cuz all I could think of was my frikkin name, like a baby idiot with no creativity.

How long have you been on tumblr?

Too effing long. 2023 will make 10 whole years, good grief.

Do you have a queue tag?

No, but I queue up everything anyways.

Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Cuz TSR was making me mad, and I liked the simblrs that were already here, and figured this was a great way to have some autonomy over how I simmed and shared content, without the peanut gallery yelling at me every stinking time I tried to upload something.

Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It was part of a dumb silly little story I made for TSR back when Dragon Valley first came out, about how the gods blessed Sakura with a baby dragon. I reuploaded it on my simblr for the lulz. Don’t take it seriously, trust me, LOL.

Why did you choose your header?

It's from the same style of header/border I used way back in my TSR days.

What’s your post with the most notes?

My TS4 Rant - Still Unimpressed rant from back in 2015, jfc. It’s been HOW LONG since this wack AF mobile game in disguise was released? I can’t.

How many mutuals do you have?

How do we even tell anymore?

How many followers do you have?

A lot.

How many people do you follow?

Plenty. And I lurk even more.

Have you ever made a shitpost?

Sadly no; I’m not clever enough. U_U

How often do you use tumblr every day?

Barely at all lately; this new grad school I’m in is effing annoying; their numbers are woefully low, especially after the pandemic, so they’ve got me doing way too much work on crap that I don’t even specialize in; it’s really starting to tick me off. I didn’t come here for this crap.

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

I have stepped on soooooo many TS4 simmers’ toes, it’s hilarious. I’ve had EA sycophants and paywall apologists cuss me out in my PMs, IMs, reblogs, etc. I don’t engage--I post my rants for posterity, not to hash crap out with people. My beef is with EA directly.

How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

My blog my rules. I reblog what i want, and post what I want, when I want.

Do you like tag games?

I lovelovelove questionnaires and games. I avoid tagging, because I’m always afraid I’ll leave someone out, and I don’t want people to think I don’t like them.

Do you like ask memes?

I don’t even wait around for people to send the asks--I always just answer all of them at once, LOL.

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Tumblr famous and Simblr famous are 2 different things. I've had quite a few Simblr famous mutuals, but what even is being Tumblr famous anymore? O_o

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

No, but I am deeply in love with several simblrs’ art styles and gameplay aesthetics, in TS2, 3 AND 4. Pure chef’s kiss. So inspirational; I wish I had more time to sim, and try new things!

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Thanks for reading!

I tag anyone; y’all know I can’t do this, pfft!

#simblr #the sims 3 #questionnaire

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sheraphic · 3 years

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hiii could you do one of these instagram things with eve.frsn and harry, i just love her style xoxo ♥️♥️♥️

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

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author's note; hi there anon, sorry for the waiting but here it is your request, hope you like it.

warnings; there can be a few mistakes with the grammar.

「 REQUESTS ARE OPEN 」

It would be wonderful If you ~reblog it~ that help me a lot, it inspire me for write more.

// masterlist //

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yourinstagram walked all day and couldn't find the rainbow

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harrystyles In the middle of a rainy june

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harrystyles you said crazy pose, not dramatic

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⤅harryfan700 @yourinstagram can i be you girlfriend too?

⤅harryfan191 @harryfan700 same, i fell in love because she knows exactly what she's doing

⤅ynfan748 this man won the best woman ever

harryandyn god, i see what you do for others

charlotteanneclark a mood

harryfan882 i really love that he feels so comfortable with her and their relationship to let us see this.

⤅harryfan525 @harryfan882 ikr he finallt let us see this side of him and I'm an emotional mess

⤅harryfan106 @harryfan882 i think we finally understand that he has a life and can love whoever he chooses

rosalia.vt happy but confused at the same time

harryfan441 ugh, they are so foolishly in love

t_chalament it's a yes from me

⤅harryfan722 timothee represents me

ynfan831 she matches his personality so perfectly

annetwist lovely pics!

⤅ynfan029 she loves her 🤍

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harrystyles The route was traced, the playlist was ready; and even like that we get lost.

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yourinstagram told you to give the map and you said no

⤅harrystyles @yourinstagram I wanted it to be a surprise!

⤅harrynews i can't bear too much cuteness

⤅ynfan551 these two are the only couple that made me belive that true love exists

⤅yndaily ow, an older couple having a disagreement🥺

⤅ynfan670 @yndaily i have high hopes for them getting married

mitchrowland I explained to you three times how the gps works...

⤅harryandyn harry and technology doesn't mix well

harryfan661 @mitchrowland he's a baby, you know?

⤅ynfan771 I'm from the future, and i came here to tell everyone that mitch doesn't know how a gps works either

⤅harryfan880 @yourfan771 I CAN'T WITH HITCH

pillowpersonpp oh, to get lost with great music in the background because your boyfriend it's too stubborn yo let you be the guide... Yes, it happened to me too

⤅yourinstagram @pillowpersonpp i hope god receives us both in paradise for having dealt with these men

⤅harryfan720 stoooooop mitch and harry twins

⤅ynfan182 @yourinstagram you're just a genius with your comments! 🖤

⤅harryfan788 @mitchrowland you gf exposed you, what are you gonna do about it?

⤅lookitsnyoh @harryfan788 the best thing he can do it's to bake some bread for her

helenepambrun so that pic was while you guys stop for indications or...?

⤅harryfan693 HELPPPPPPP

harryfan this it's so harry you can't tell me otherwise

harryfan ok but her dress, the vintage car and the vibe of being lost with your lover-💗 ugh, please leave alone with my singleness

mrbenwinston "the route was traced"

⤅harrystyles It was.

⤅harryfan837 HAHAHAHAHA STOP

⤅harryfan681 all his friends are roasting him lol

⤅harryfan716 he's upset, someone quick give him a lollipop!

⤅ynfan682 i really love this side of his fans

⤅harryfan346 @ynfan682 it has to be this way, otherwise he'll throw a tantrum

zanelowe harry mate, you better start listen to your girl

harryfan380 i'm laughing more than i should, sorry for them, but this it's golden comedy

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yourinstagram excuse the sunburn

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harrystyles sorry, didn't know the lipstick would be waterproof

⤅harryfan806 did he just say that he kissed her cheeks while wearing lipstick?!

⤅traceeellisross @yourinstagram your boyfriend burned you sweetie haha

⤅harryfan992 i need the name of that lipstick, no matter if i have to give all my money

⤅harryandyn I can't, i just can't stop thinking about harry pecking kisses all over her face

⤅yndaily @harryandyn just thinking how funny It was the moment she realized that the kiss prints couldn't be wiped away and give harry a look like 😠

⤅harryfan714 @yndaily shut uppp! And he just giggling like the fckin demon that he is

harry_lambert ok guys you need to stop because i can't spend the whole day liking all your comments...

⤅harryfan782 then tell them to not be this iconic 🤧

dovecameron it's like seeing an angel in her own heaven

ynfan602 this queen and her eyes are the only reason i'm still alive

reiflerpaige you and italy are old lovers

harryfan503 i love that her hair it's the exact same color as her eyes! It's insanely accurate!

harryupdates you dind't hear this from me, but someone said that harry made that neacklace for her

⤅ynfan101 please don't do this me, i don't have enough tears to express how happy that makes me

⤅harryfan559 I KNEW IT!

⤅harryfan883 @harrystyles do you ship internationally? I would like to order one piece, pretty please 🤍

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harrystyles Malva thoughts.

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gemmastyles I'll never share my favorite color with you again.

⤅harryfan733 this is so funny

⤅harryfan892 yep, that's something aquarius would do

⤅harryfan019 @harryfan892 no proof but i have zero doubts

yourinstagram Isn't that my white tablecloth you're painting on?

⤅ynfan129 someone is in trouble

⤅harryfan899 no in a white tablecloth harry!

⤅harryfan782 i can see a storm coming

⤅harryfan673 @harrystyles hey lad, i think they looking for you

⤅harryfan018 @harrystyles that's it, you'll sleeping on the bathtub tonight

zoeisabellakravitz Try periwinkle.

⤅harrystyles It's already in my notes

⤅harryfan820 most iconic interaction

anthonyturnerhair need to know where i can get those flower pots

⤅harryfan675 omg me too!

⤅harryfan772 i bet he has really cool items all around his place

⤅harryfan099 @harryfan772 i bet he was an interior designer on his past life

⤅ynfan681 @harryfan772 those are yn's flowerpots actually and you can find them on amazon! 🤎

⤅harryfan772 @ynfan681 wait, really?? They're sooo cool omg

⤅harryfan388 @ynfan681 so that means they're living together?!

mollyjane_x Prodigy

⤅harryfan819 he can sit on a rock and we'll say he's a fucking legend

⤅harryfan912 where's the lie?

claraamfo music, reading, painting... Leave some for the rest of us, the mortals.

⤅harryfan891 right? It's like, why he has to be so good at everything?

⤅ynfan723 And he's also @yourinstagram broyfriend 😩

⤅claraamfo @ynfan723 that's what hurt the most

sammywitte I never knew you knew how to paint.

⤅jefeazoff leave the kid explore.

⤅harryfan662 hahahaha i can't with jeff's comment

⤅harryfan982 @harryfan662 it's like they just comment to roasting him

⤅harryfan222 @harryfan982 and we are loving it!

⤅harryfan116 true friendship it's this

flammedepigelle inspired.

⤅harryfan671 oh, well...

⤅harryfan927 now e news it's going to write a ridiculous post about a love triangle between yn, harry and sharon

⤅ynfan813 @harryfab927 don't give them ideas! 🤫

⤅harryfan927 @ynfan814 omg you're right, I'm gonna delete it!

jennynails delivery will be this wednesday!

⤅harryfan712 harry's nails will be malva?

⤅harryfan991 omg that's so cute

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yourinstagram I'm Malva.

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harrystyles In fact, you're the whole palette, my darling

⤅yourinstagram 🤍

⤅harryandyn he loves his little rainbow

⤅harryfan881 yep, that's my heart full of happiness to see him be so in love with her

⤅harryfan092 she is perfect for him. I mean it.

⤅harryfan330 she will take him to the moon for us.

⤅harryfan445 @harryfan330 and all we can say is thank you to the wonderful yn.

⤅harryfan672 @harryfan330 you should stop with that because it's ridiculous... She already took him to the whole milky way 🌌

⤅ynfan168 @harryfan672 omg i thought you were about to say something nasty about their relationship

⤅harryupdates @harryfan672 we thought that too, we were ready to reply back

⤅harryfan610 @harryupdates to fight back*

⤅harryfan777 @harryfan672 your comment was genious

⤅harryfan672 @harryupdates omg, didn't expect my comment will attract so much attention.

⤅harryfan672 @ynfan168 the only nasty thing i could say about their relationship it's that i'm deeply jealous

yndaily yeah yeah, so cute. When is the wedding?

massimobottura Undeniable expression of love.

⤅ynfan220 now i picturing them eating massimo bottura's delicious food... leave me alone please

⤅harryfan688 @ynfan220 this warms my heart

selenagomez Oh, he draw you ❤️

⤅harrystyles He indeed did it

⤅harryfan672 I can't with this man referring to himself in the third person

⤅harryfan339 @harryfan672 he's a weirdo

⤅harryfan980 thank god it's yn's problem now

⤅harryfan100 we finally can have some peace

⤅ynfan764 good luck honey @yourinstagram

⤅harryandyn this comment section it's gold

glenne_azoff now is when you decided to post in b&w?

⤅yourinstagram aesthetic

⤅harryfan771 I'm laughing more than i want heeelp

⤅harryfan821 @yourinstagram idol

annetwist I will need a copy of it

⤅harryfan111 guys I'm crying and it's just 8am

⤅harryfan337 if queen anne loves her, y'all need to do it as well. No excuses

⤅ynfan008 @harryfab337 has been decreed

harleyweir Didn't know i needed to see this, but I'm happy

charlotteanneclark You two put my expectations so high

⤅harryfan723 someone finally say it

⤅ynfan092 now i need a harry to my yn

spaceykacey lovers in their little birdhouse

tylersamj I see a stubble :)

⤅mitchrowland don't give him hopes, @tylersamj

⤅jefeazoff don't crash his hopes, @mitchrowland

⤅gemmastyles stop defending him, @jefeazoff

⤅harrystyles I want to grow a lumberjack beard :)

⤅yourinstagram we already talked about this, Harry.

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moonbeamwritings · 3 years

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Hi there <3 i wasn't sure if i should request on hi! i wasn't sure whether i should send my request from ur main blog or here but may i request the stardust crusaders w a s/o that gets easily flustered by them (separately)? like even things like accidentally touching their hands while walking next to them makes her blush like crazy🥺

hiya! <3 my main blog is just reblogs and things so if you have any requests, definitely drop them on this account instead (but you guys are welcome to follow me there too if you’d like a look at all of the other fandoms i have brain rot for)!

stardust crusaders + an s/o that flusters easily

Jotaro, full disclosure, would find it a little annoying at first. Initially, his automatic, almost instinctual reaction is to associate your behavior with the girls from school, hanging off his arm and fawning all over him like he’d disappear if they didn’t keep complimenting him. Though after watching, or feeling, your face heat up at every slight brush of his fingers against yours, after each chaste kiss to your head, Jotaro knew you were different. He knew that you were flustered because you cared not because he was just another mysterious hot guy at school (their words, not his). At the end of the day, he would think your tendency to fluster easily was cute, endearing in a way that distracted him from the journey ahead.

Joseph, like we’ve said a thousand times before, would be a menace about it. He likes to tease. You, his beloved little significant other, blushing at seemingly every little brush of contact, at every little kiss? Please, it gives him the ego boost he definitely doesn’t need. He would laugh, slinging his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer, mouth dropping towards your ear to tell you how cute you are and how much he loves you. And, of course, he knows this will only make it worse, much to his delight and your dismay.

Polnareff, god bless his heart, would not be able to get enough of it! In a similar way to Joseph, your precious little blush and the easy way you seemed to fluster as he talked to or held you would give his ego just a little bit of a boost. The difference though, would be that Polnareff aimed to fluster you because he likes to see it, not to tease. Each night before bed, accompanied by the quiet hum of an air conditioner or crackle of a fire, he would lie awake thinking about how beautiful you look when you’re blushing and he makes a promise that he would fluster you every day if he has to in order to keep that image alive.

Avdol and an easily flustered significant other are a match made in heaven. The man is such a sweetheart and I think he would find your demeanor incredibly precious. He would tread very lightly at first, not wanting to outright embarrass you in front of the others if he were to hold your hand or brush a hand against the small of your back. Over time though, and with the mounting pressure as they venture closer and closer to Cairo, he would ease up just a little bit and would begin to relish in the way your face would bloom with heat at the slightest hints of affection from him.

Kakyoin, perceptive as always, would pick up on just how easily you fluster almost immediately. He wouldn’t point it out, at least not right away, but he would watch you closely, committing the way you averted your eyes or the way heat would creep up your cheekbones to memory. To test the water, and to tease you just a little, he would start to “accidentally” brush his hand or shoulder against yours as you traveled through the various marketplaces on your journey to see how flustered you could really get. It warmed Kakyoin’s heart to know that his presence alone had that much of an effect on his beloved significant other.

#moonbeam answers #stardust crusaders x reader #stardust crusaders imagine #jotaro x reader #joseph joestar x reader #avdol x reader #kakyoin x reader #polnareff x reader #jjba x reader #jjba imagine

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mymedicine · 4 years

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Alocasia

or, 7.5k words of blushy harry and sassy y/n

moodboard/inspo tag + my masterlist

sum - y/n doesn’t like people, but she likes harry—even though he keeps fucking this up

warnings - language, alcohol, mentions of sex (not explicit), lots of banter, excessive use of parentheses, umm... veganism?

notes - hiii! for once i don’t really have anything to say other than welcome, to a very fluffy and kind of chaotic one shot. hope you give her a chance and a reblog if you enjoy! <3

Upon moving into his charming downtown apartment, Harry was feeling a lot of things.

He was excited at the prospect of living there, of waking up in his cozy new bedroom, of flipping pancakes in the kitchen with a stunning view of the city skyline, and of lounging on his soft gray couch while watching reruns of Criminal Minds. He was also anxious, and a little annoyed. There were groceries to be bought, chores to be done, bills to be paid (Fuckin’ landlord was an ass for refusing to include utilities in the rent). The cabinets in the bathroom were a little creaky (Do I need some WD-40? Can I afford WD-40?!) He even had to walk up four flights of stairs to get to his door, a task which Harry was keen to count as his daily exercise.

Above all, Harry was lonely. Living alone was a blessing and a curse, he reckoned. He could lounge about without any clothes, dance in the kitchen to the sounds of Folklore (a guilty pleasure), and watch creepypasta videos on YouTube until three am (and consequently stay up til dawn, for fear of nightmares) without worrying about anyone but himself.

But after just two days in the new place, he was concerned that the cost of privacy may not be worth it. Loneliness and boredom weighed heavily on his conscience as he laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Not only did he live alone, but he also didn’t have any friends in the city yet. No one to see, nothing to do. Lost, he decided. No direction, no purpose…Only four walls and a bunch of empty cabinets.

And yet it wasn’t even social interaction he craved necessarily—it was purpose, company, and…perhaps some cuddles. He briefly considered the idea of a pet. Maybe a friendly little French bulldog to chase around and be responsible for? Or a fluffy Maine Coon kitty to scratch behind the ear and snuggle at night?

But the bills…the responsibility…The prudent adult deep within Harry knew he was hardly ready to support himself, let alone a helpless animal. He’d have to feed it and walk it and make sure it didn’t shit all over the floor—not to mention the landlord would raise hell if he found out.

Meanwhile, the soft, gentle, maybe a little naive man who dominated Harry’s conscience was craving a friend. Pets were a no for now, so what’s the next best thing? He grappled with the question…Surely, a person was the obvious answer. He wouldn’t mind a pretty body to warm his heart—or, at least, his bed.

Harry stretched his legs out over the arm of the couch—the only furniture he had at the moment aside from his mattress on the floor of the bedroom—and snuggled into his cozy corduroy blanket, craving warmth in the cold apartment. A rainbow cardigan adorned his chest today, draped over a plain white turtleneck that warmed his neck. He liked to keep it cold so he could be snuggly wrapped in his sweaters without sweating bullets. He dug around in the pocket of his cardigan for his phone, eager to receive affection from something other than his clothes.

In retrospect, Tinder had given Harry far more unfortunate encounters with other people (lots of younger girls just looking for a plug and toxic guys who left him on read) than pleasurable ones. But hindsight was always 20/20 and isolation had already planted the seed in his head.

He quickly examined his own profile. It consisted of two photos of him smirking softly (not too serious, but not too eager either), one with his sister and his mum (to show he’s a family man), and a group one with his mates (because sure, he was lonely, but he didn’t want people to know that). There were also one or two shirtless photos (thirst traps, according to Niall) that he’d sprinkled in between the tame ones even though it made him feel kind of icky. Weighing the odds, he’d decided that desperation for matches outweighed the cringey-ness of it all.

His very last photo was the only one where he felt like himself. He was smiling wide in it, wearing a baby blue sweater with a little chick popping out of its egg on the front that Mitch had teased him for back home. His bio, too, showcased his wholesome values.

Harry’s eyes widened as he observed on the first person he saw upon opening the home page—Y/N. She only had two photos—a shot of her perched on a car hood and smiling wide and one far away one with her figure drowning in a sea of…plants. Fittingly, her bio read: “I love plants and I hate people.”

She was beautiful and every bit as anti-social as himself. It was perfect.

Harry laughed softly to himself and swiped right immediately. He was giddy when the familiar It’s a match! popped up on the screen immediately. His thumbs hovered over the keypad, brow furrowed as he frowned at the screen. Matching was one thing, but actually starting a conversation was another entirely.

Ultimately, he decided honesty was the best policy:

you had me at ‘i hate people’ :D

Now what? Matching was one thing, starting a conversation was another, but having a whole conversation was another thing entirely. He hated the waiting, especially when he had absolutely nothing to busy himself with in the mean time, aside from fiddling with his fingers and doing laps around his living room.

Seven minutes later (not that he’s counting), a ding came through on his phone.

y/n: you had me at ‘treat people with kindness,’ mon petit :)

Harry smiled wide. He was pleased she’d noticed not only his bio, but also the sweater he was wearing in his favorite photo of himself. It was the perfect response from a perfect girl.

harry: so what do you do?

y/n: i work at a plant shop on Main

Figures, he thought. He imagined her carrying a watering pitcher, tending to a plant with gentle fingers. She’d be surrounded by them like she was in the photo on her profile, green on all sides. God, he thought. What a beautiful scene with a beautiful star.

harry: wanna go for drinks tonight and talk about plants?

y/n: sure ;)

Nightfall brought a chill to the air that made Harry desperately want to curl up into his warm bed and snuggle into his pillow. But here he was, shuffling his feet outside the crowded bar and absently wearing another tiny hole in the sleeve of his striped sweater. It was a decent bar in town. They didn’t water down the drinks and they kept the lights dim so she wouldn’t have to see him flushed beet red after one drink. That is, if she would show up at all.

“Hey, you’re Harry?”

He turned quickly toward the sound of the voice, and there she was. And holy shit, he thought. That is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her two profile photos did not even begin to do her justice. The idea of a mere photo on a screen couldn’t even compare to the real thing. He would never be keen to look at a photo again, he reckoned. It wouldn’t make his heart bloom and flutter like the vision of her in front of him did. Was this love at first sight?

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, and not because the chilly night, “Y/N, right?”

Harry didn’t think he really believed in love—certainly not love at first sight, but this girl was throwing him into another world. Before, he couldn’t seem to stand still, but her presence in front him planted his feet firmly on the ground.

“Yep, that’s me!” She smiled wide, speaking cooly and confidently. It was obvious she knew how beautiful she was and, even more evident, how enamored Harry already was with her.

“I—you’re absolutely beautiful,” The words slipped out of his lips before he could catch them—not that he was really making any effort to hide his attraction for her. Still, he enjoyed the way her eyes brightened and teeth gently nibbled at her bottom lip in response to the compliment

And suddenly, the idea of merely kissing her soft flesh, tickling her sweet bud, and ultimately burying himself inside her tonight didn’t seem like enough. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to smell her hair and hear her laugh. He wanted to make her pancakes in the morning and kiss her lips, sweetened lightly with maple syrup. He wanted to love her.

No, he couldn’t possibly ruin his chance with a girl like this by fucking her on the couch in his cold, lonely apartment, never to see or hear from her again.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“Of course.”

One hour and four and a half drinks later, (whiskey cokes for Y/N, vodka crans for Harry) the cramped bar was hot and they were floating on air. He’d learned that she worked at Main Street Nursery, usually by herself, sometimes with her cousin who owned the place. She was an avid vegan, but only because she hated meat and dairy made her sick. She’d learned that Harry was new in town and lived only a block away from Main. Also, Y/N managed to learn that Harry had no friends here and was very lonely in his new apartment, but only after his third vodka cran when the already weak filter in his throat began to crumble and embarrassing things spewed out of his lips like a spout.

“Let’s dance, H.” Y/N requested, gently caressing his bicep from where she sat beside him.

Oh god. No amount of alcohol would let him embarrass himself like that. “I don’t really… uh—“

But Y/N was having none of that. She thrust his half empty glass in his face, eyebrows raised in a pointed look. “Come on, baby!”

He hesitated for only a moment. Her fingers were soft and warm and distracting against his arm and it was very dark in the crowded bar, but he could easily see her bright eyes and the mischief dancing around in them. Somehow, she looked just as beautiful after putting away five whiskey cokes. Ah fuck. How could he possibly say no to her?

Harry tipped the glass against his lips, downed the bitter beverage, and finally let her tug him to the middle of the room.

A few people were dancing raunchily to the loud music, and the combination of the alcohol and the darkness and Y/N’s effortless beauty gave Harry the confidence to join them. He placed his hands gingerly around her waist, nearly flinching at the warm feeling of her skin against his. Y/N flashed him a blissful, slightly drunken grin and squeezed his bicep more firmly, relaxing in his hold.

Y/N led them in a giggly dance, letting her hands wander Harry’s body and ultimately settle around his neck. Brain foggy with an alcohol induced haze, she swayed her hips against his.

Minutes turned into an hour or so and Y/N had grown quite comfortable in the circle of Harry’s arms, fronts flushed together impossibly close.

“Wanna get out of here?” Her whisper in the shell of his ear was alluring, seductive, sweet, and almost irresistible. But Harry was on a mission—one that only included seeing her again after tonight and, ultimately, making her his. Five vodka crans weren’t quite enough to outweigh his desire for something more. No, this plan didn’t include fucking her. (At least, not tonight).

“Um, I think we should…er—slow down…”

“You don’t...you don’t wanna hookup?” She looked up at him with something like disappointment (or maybe anxiety? insecurity? He wasn’t sure) in her eyes.

“No, it’s just… I—I wanted to get to know you?”

Y/N subtly stepped away from him, just an inch or so, but more than enough for him to notice and consequently panic. “Oh um, It’s okay...I just thought—well, I didn’t think we’d really be getting to know each other…”

Ouch. She obviously was not on the same page as he was with the whole I WANT TO LOVE YOU thing he had going on at the moment. The alcohol thickened his skin a little, easing the sting of her words.

“But if I’m like...not pretty enough or nice enough I—uh...” she was rambling a little—and oh god, she must be wasted if she’s questioning her beauty. Harry’s heart hurt. How could she not see that she was perfect inside and out?

“No, Y/N! You’re perfect…it’s just—“

“I get it, um...”

“I’m sorry, you don’t understand!

“I understand, Harry…I guess I’ll just—go home now.”

Well, fuck. In an effort to prolong his time with her, he’d managed to cut it short and blow his shot to see her again at all. He kicked himself for hoping. Hope for the best, expect the worst, he reminded himself. He was just fine at the hoping part, but the disappointment in the aftermath bit even deeper than his desperate loneliness.

Back to square one.

I’m going for a plant…if Y/N happens to be there then…Harry thought as he approached Main Street, then Y/N will be there. His heart skipped a beat at the thought. He tugged nervously at the sleeves of his sweater—this one white with a “my life is crap” graphic that he found quite funny—wearing another tiny hole in the fabric. He absently regretted not taking a shot or two before impulsively jogging across the block to the plant shop, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. I’m just here to get a plant.

Truthfully, he didn’t know shit about plants, but how hard could it be? Surely, all it took was a little water and a sunny spot. Optimistic, he wandered into the cute little shop. Upon entering, he found it wasn’t really indoors at all—just four walls of greenery with only a few wooden beams as a ceiling, allowing rays of mid-morning sunshine to illuminate the space quite beautifully. Harry couldn’t help but notice how one such ray shone directly on the most beautiful creature in the shop.

The scene was even more delightful than he’d imagined. She looked ethereal doing even the most mundane tasks, he thought. The way her skin glowed in the sunlight in front of a backdrop of lush greenery? Heavenly. He took a few more moments to absently admire her as she lifted a watering can above her head with skilled hands, squinting at the sun while reaching up to water a large, leafy looking plant that hung from one of the beams.

The plant was hanging just low enough to block her view of Harry, so when he gently cleared his throat to call her name, she leaped backward. A loud thud rang out and suddenly, the watering can was no longer grasped between her fingers and her pale pink apron was stained crimson—completely drenched.

“Oh my god!” they both screeched at the same time.

Harry felt the weight of the world on his shoulders as he ran over to her. “I’m so sorry angel,” he said, picking up the now leaking can from the floor. “I really didn’t mean to scare you, oh my god, are you okay?!”

She looked a mess, quite honestly. But even covered in water and sprawled out on the concrete floor, she was cute to him, like a little bud sprouting out of the pot. She looked up at him with a contemptuous stare.

“Harry!” She cried from the floor, “What are you doing?”

While he did appreciate how adorable she looked, Harry was horrified. He hadn’t known her long, but he’d never heard her stutter or seen her blush like that. Even in their brief text exchanges and one night together, she’d always seemed so confident, so effortlessly graceful and calm. “I’m so sorry love, I really didn’t mean to—“

“Why are you here?”

“I-I just...I just wanted a plant and—and… I know you love them, and I thought there wouldn’t be anywhere better to go...”

Y/N’s expression softened as he rambled. “Okay, well, feel free to look around,” She stumbled to her feet, murmuring as she went. She wiped her hands on her soaked apron, trying to clean them but actually just spreading the wetness. “And um…Let me know if you need anything.”

She pressed a tight lipped grin on and her voice went a tinge too high pitched. She was clearly putting herself in customer service mode, but Harry caught a playful glint behind her bright eyes.

Harry flushed red and turned away from her, kicking himself for being so clumsy. He craned his head around the shop, feeling hopelessly overwhelmed. He wanted to ask her for help or at least a gentle push in right direction, but he figured he’d already bothered her enough.

Even with his back to her, Y/N’s presence was distracting. He could hear her feet shuffling around softly, the light clang of the metal watering can against the counter, even the pinging sound from her phone as he wandered the store.

Harry made a few aimless circles around before particular plant caught his eye. It was a modest looking plant, no where near as big as some of the hanging vines and rubber trees that littered the store. It had large, dark green leaves with jagged looking edges and sat pretty in a terra cotta pot near the front of the store.

He decided this plant would suit his needs perfectly (what are those needs again? He asked himself, company? responsibility?). He ultimately ignored his thoughts and the fact that he wasn’t even himself clear on what he wanted and picked up the plant in both arms. He shivered upon realizing that Y/N was probably watching him the whole time as he brought the plant to the counter where she was waiting. Watching him struggle and make a fool out of himself, that is.

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked cordially.

Harry nodded stiffly, unsure what to say. “Mmhm.”

“Have you got others?” Y/N continued making conversation while punching some numbers into the cash register, smiling and avoiding his gaze.

Harry looked up at the same time she looked away from the register. He was a little startled by her question, not expecting her to actually speak to him after what he’d done earlier. “Uh, no. I just moved here, remember?”

“Oh, right—well, you know this is an alocasia?” she said it very gently, with a patient smile. He didn’t like that she was avoiding his gaze before, but now that she was staring at him unwaveringly, he felt like he was under a microscope. Heat rose is Harry’s cheeks. Did the name of the plant matter?

“Uh, yeah? I mean, uh—I had a few back in my old place…” Why Harry? Why is your first instinct to lie?

“So you know what to do with this kind of plant?’

“Um…yeah?” He stammered, speech as rushed and clumsy as the beating of his heart. His sweaty palms further confirmed the obvious—Y/N made him nervous. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was perfect. He felt desperately out of place in front of her here. How could he possibly impress her? After he’d already fucked up more than once?

“I, well—nevermind,” Y/N replied finally, shaking her head. She was still smiling, but now he felt like she was giggling to herself because she knew something he didn’t.

“Did you want to add some Miracle Potion to your purchase today?” she asked, back in customer service mode once again.

Harry did not know what the fuck Miracle Potion was, but it sounded like a rehearsed line she was required to say during every transaction. She was looking at him so pointedly though, and the brightness of her eyes was distracting. How could he say no when she was looking at him like that?

“Yeah, why not.”

And seeing her beam at him with that lovely smile was so worth the extra eight dollars.

Harry cradled his new plant—Franklin, he’d decided—in both arms, awkwardly body-slamming his apartment door to get it open without his hands. First order of business after setting Franklin down on the coffee table was to quench his thirst. He still hadn’t gone on a real grocery trip for the new place, so he’s been living off of trail mix and kombucha. Harry craved kombucha like plants craved water.

Which brought him to the second order of business: research. He sat on the couch with his trail mix, kombucha, and laptop, quickly opening up a search for “alocasia plant care”

And suddenly Y/N’s behavior made sense.

Of course, of every plant he could have chosen at random, Harry’d gone for one of the most difficult, demanding, and definitely-not-for-beginners house plants in the shop.

He had a funny feeling it wasn’t the last time his optimism would get him in trouble.

Harry was frustrated.

It’d been less than twenty four hours since he became a father, and his once green-leafed baby was already browning at the edges. He frowned, peering at Franklin’s crisp leaves as he meticulously sprayed the Miracle Potion into the soil. The once dry dirt was starting to look a little better, but—holy shit!

Harry leaped away from the table, dropping the spray and nearly knocking himself onto his ass. His eyes were wide and his heart was pounding. He felt betrayed and horrified. Y/N never mentioned that there’d be bugs crawling in the soil! But Harry could not unsee the tiny worm-ish looking guy slithering up from the depths of the pot and onto the base of Franklin’s stem.

This was a mistake. A huge mistake. Who has he kidding?

He couldn’t help himself. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing the plant shop’s number without a second thought.

“Hello, you’ve reached Main Street Nursery! We’re not available right now, please leave a message and we’ll call back as soon as possible.”

“Y/N! S’Harry and, oh my god there’s a bug in Franklin! I was sprayin’ the potion stuff on the soil like ya said to but then there was a big worm thing and I dunno what to do now? I’m scared Y/N, why didn’t ya tell me there’d be bugs?! Holy shit, Franklin’s gonna die, what the fu—“

A beep interrupted his ramblings, which Harry would later be grateful for. He was always a sort of ramble-y type, but adding a pretty girl and a bug-induced panic was more than enough to make him insufferably talkative.

He begrudgingly opened the Tinder app, his only other means of communicating with her. He typed out a lengthy message with rapid fingers, explaining the bug situation in between a series of colorful emojis.

thought you knew what you were doing? Y/N’s reply came in three and a half minutes later.

harry: I lied :(

(No use in lying now).

y/n: that’s alright bub. just relax, I’ll bring you some bug stickers

Bug stickers? What the fuck? He’d already made a fool of himself, so he might as well ask, he reasoned.

harry: why would I want a bug sticker?!!

y/n: just send me your address

He did as she asked, blushing profusely at the thought of her being in his apartment. Oh shit, he realized. She’s gonna be in my apartment. Realistically, he knew she probably wouldn’t even come past the front door. She’d just give him the damn stickers and then go off to whatever better things she had to do. But if Harry has any dominant personality trait, it’s optimism.

So he quickly started to tidy the living space—careful to avoid the coffee table where Franklin and his new worm-ish adversary sat. The plant aside, it’s a cute little place that screamed an unemployed single man lives here. Once the kombucha bottles and gum wrappers are thrown out, he puts way too much effort into swiping the trail mix crumbs off the couch and carefully arranging a throw blanket across the arm of it—she won’t even be coming near the couch, Harry, chill out.

When would she be coming? She hadn’t given him a time. She’d asked for his address…did that mean she was coming immediately? Maybe she’d asked for it to come by later? Or tomorrow?—

A loud knocking at the door interrupted his thoughts.

He should have expected this. Even after only meeting twice, he should’ve known she’d barge right into his living room, skirting right past him to find Franklin. The first thing he learned about her was that she owed plants and hated people.

“Um, hello love,” he said awkwardly, trailing behind her. “Thanks for coming over.”

Y/N looked up from where she was examining the plant’s leaves as if she’d just noticed him lurking behind her (very on brand for her, Harry noted to himself). He was taken with her sudden eye contact. Her eyes had that same sparkly glow as they did in the shop—they got that way when she talked about her veganism and her cousin and her plants.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you, mister Harry Styles. You’re a liar.” she said plainly. She was frowning at him (Is that a playful frown? He hoped so) “You’re a liar and it almost cost Franklin’s life.”

Harry was, once again, horrified. If he hadn’t proper fucked it up the first two times they met, he’d surely done it now. Y/N loved plants more than she loved breathing, and he’d almost killed one. And he lied to her! Fuck you’re such an idiot Harry...get it together.

Y/N must’ve seen his turmoil, (how could she not? He always did wear his heart on his sleeve) for she cracked a happy grin and smacked him playfully on the arm. “I’m just kidding Harry, for gods sake!”

“But...but the plant—“

“—will be fine.”

“And the...the bug?”

Y/N turned back to the plant and squinted into the soil. She put her hands on her hips over the fabric of her wide pants (Palazzo? Harry wondered absently. They were like those gypsy looking pants that looked super comfy—like, one step above pajamas...and damn where could I get some of those?)

“Is the bug on my ass, H?”

“W-what?” He replied, snapping out of his reverie with wide eyes. No! He blubbered, tearing his eyes away from the yellow fabric to her face, where her lips were pursed and her eyebrows were raised accusingly. He didn’t even mean to be staring at her ass (though it did look cute and peachy in the palazzo pants, he couldn’t help but notice now), but, feeling caught, he blushed sheepishly anyway.

She dropped the accusatory glare, replacing it with a wide smile. “Only joking,” she interrupted his ramblings. “Still reckon you were lyin’ about the bug jus’ to get me over here, though.”

Harry sighed exasperatedly, heart racing as he meandered around the couch toward the table where she was leaning. She kept him on his toes and it was as exhausting as it was enticing.

He got right up behind her and peered over her shoulder at the soil. “There!” He cried, almost having another heart attack at the sight of the little black bug. In a rushed attempt to show her the worm so she could get rid of it, he’d probably put himself way closer to her than necessary. He could feel the fabric of her long pants brushing his toes and her sharp breath hitch against his chest.

“Oh Harry,” she laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls of his apartment like beams of light. Looking away from the danger, he focused his attention on her instead. He couldn’t help but notice how her hair smelled like flowers and freshly mowed grass and ...honey? Something sweet and enticing and natural, like the earth. Like a sprawling meadow or rose garden or—

He’d been effectively distracted by her that he’d almost forgot the reason for his fear, the reason she was even here. That is, until the little bugger was out of the soil and crawling on her finger.

Harry screeched and leaped backward, and this time, he did fall on his ass. Right in front of the couch he’d cleaned for her while she giggled profusely. The gentle melody of her laughter and sweet little coos at the bug softened the sting of embarrassment—a little.

“Aw he’s so cute!” She prodded her other finger at the creature, which really was no bigger than her fingernail, but horrified Harry anyways. “Can’t believe Harry wanted me to come and kill you, sweet little thing.”

He was once again struck by how gentle and nurturing and sickened-sweet she got with plants and animals. Meanwhile she laughed at him and teased him ruthlessly for his dramatics.

“Here,” she said “Hold him.”

She thrust her finger into his hands from where she stood above him. Harry flinched away, but couldn’t move far enough from where he sat with his legs folded and feet planted on the ground. The worm fell into his palm. The tiny impact of it on his skin ignited an explosion of fear through him.

A millisecond passed and it crawled through the hole in the wrist of his sweater, causing his panic to quadruple.

He screamed out loud while Y/N continued laughing at him. “AH!” Harry screamed and flapped his wrists violently, throwing himself against the couch with wide eyes as he felt the horrible tickling of the creature crawling on his skin.

“Stop! Stop Harry, let me!” Y/N stepped closer, ducking between his outstretched legs. She shielded her face with one hand and desperately groped around for Harry’s wrist with the other. Finally, he paused to breathe and Y/N caught his arm in both of hers.

She wrestled his arm to still and calmly plucked the creature from his skin. “Thank God,” she sighed dramatically in relief, holding it on her finger between them. “The little fighter survived your temper tantrum!”

“No!” Harry cried, now shielding his own face from the wrath of the worm.

He watched her get up and drop the bug back into Franklin’s soil, all the while laughing at him.

“You’re such a baby, Harry,” she cooed as she turned back to where he was still sat on the floor, “And no wonder you’re so cold in here. You’ve got holes all in your sweater!”

“I’ve got holes in all my sweaters. My mum used to fix them f’me.” He frowned, missing her and his friends suddenly. Living alone was hard.

“You’re hopeless,” Y/N shook her head as she bent down to sit on the coffee table next to Franklin and sent him endeared smile. “I could fix them for you?”

Harry reeled back and blushed, “You—you could do that for me?”

Yes, living alone was hard and lonely and boring. Harry had been shamefully making excuses to see her for several days now, and yet he was completely oblivious to her doing the exact same thing.

“Sure! Come over tomorrow and bring all your sweaters.”

Harry saw absolutely no reason to object. He could never say no to her, anyways. “Okay, then.”

“In the meantime, take these…” She reached into her pocket and fished out four yellow squares of what looked like...tape?

“These are bug stickers,” she explained. “You tape them around Franklin’s stem and it’ll catch the gnats and aphids and stuff. Won’t kill your new little friend though.”

Despite her teasing tone and his lingering fear, Harry couldn’t help but smile at her while she demonstrated how to tape the bug sticker on. He’d deal with all the goddamn bugs in the world if it meant she’d be pleased with him.

She finished taping it on and turned back to him with an adorable little flourish, as if to say ta-da!

“Can I offer you some kombucha for your trouble?” Harry suddenly blurted.

What the fuck Harry? Who the fuck says ‘can I offer you—‘

“Ew, no!” She interrupted his self-loathing, face twisting in disgust, “Kombucha tastes like dish soap.”

Hurt, Harry reeled back again and a shocked expression graced his face, “You don’t like kombucha?! Don’t vegans like, live for that shit?!”

“This vegan has taste,” she replied with a snarky smirk. “And besides, I’ve got to get back to the shop for work like, now.”

“Oh, okay no problem.” Harry stuttered, “Thanks again.”

“Sure thing!”

And as quickly as she’d busted in, she was gone, leaving the apartment as cold and lonely as ever. Harry frowned, feeling as if he’d blown it once again. No ‘see you tomorrow’ or ‘thanks for having me.’ Chance after chance and still he made a fool out of himself. She hadn’t even told him where she lived! Maybe the offer to come over and get his sweaters fixed had been a pity invite and she actually wanted nothing to do with him ever again. The thought made his stomach churn. Where was his customary optimism when he needed it?

Grumbling, he grabbed a fresh kombucha from the fridge, wishing it was something stronger.

Franklin and his little worm friend’s (Harry didn’t think the bugger deserved a sweet name like the alocasia did—it was still a disgusting creature that made his skin crawl) company did little to satiate the aching loneliness he was feeling throughout the following day.

Finally, a message came through his phone from an unknown number.

unknown: hey harry, it’s y/n! did you still want to come over today?

harry: howd you get my number

Even through a screen, Harry managed to blurt out the first thing that popped into his head. Fuck. Shit. She’s gonna think he’s avoiding the question! He rapidly began composing a second message, but the three little dots appeared and interrupted his flying thumbs.

y/n: your message on the answering machine at work.

by the way, that was hilarious

harry: right, well. sorry for that

and yes, id love to come over.

y/n: no worries, i saved it to listen to when i need a laugh.

haha cool here’s my address

harry: should i bring food or wine or something?

A new wave of anxiety washed over him as he looked at the address she’d sent. Now what? What would they do? Would he just drop off his sweaters and leave? Or would she invite him in? What would he say then?

y/n: just bring yourself and your sweaters, mon petit!

Harry was speechless. Much like the shop she worked at, Y/N’s apartment could rival an actual jungle. Greenery of all different shapes and shades and sizes lined the walls, and while they had the exact same floor plan, it was an entirely different world than the one Harry was living in.

Y/N, meanwhile, effortlessly sauntered deeper into her space. She looked like she belonged there, obviously, but Harry felt like a fish out of water.

“They won’t bite, you know,” Y/N giggled, noticing his apprehension. She was watching him patiently with something like fondness in her eyes. Harry felt her careful gaze on him, but the magnificent green scene around him claimed his attention—but not for long.

Gently, Y/N took his fingers between hers and pulled him deeper into her space. Harry stumbled over his feet, craning his head to look at the plants hanging from the ceiling. How the hell did she even water those?

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He looked adorable, like a child at Disneyland. She swore his eyes were actually twinkling as the greenery in the room made the color pop against his skin even more than usual.

“This is…incredible,” He said, finally turning back to meet her eyes with his own. “You’re incredible.” He set down his bag of sweaters on the floor by his feet. They could certainly wait.

Something about the praise and the way he was looking at her like she hung the moon was making Y/N absolutely swoon for the man. It was impossible not to notice how much he adored her. He looked at her the same way she looked at Delilah, at all the things she loved. Things. She wasn’t sure she’d ever actually loved a person before. But this man with the holes in his sweaters and the permanent flush in his cheeks was planting himself deep in her heart.

But she’d never let him see that.

“…I make lots of my clothes myself…” She was talking about how she learned to sew from where she was sitting on her couch. Harry noticed that she’d arranged her living room differently than he had. While he had a single gray couch in the middle of the room, her sofa was against the window, inviting the evening sunset to gently warm the pale pink cushions.

“Did ya make those pants you were wearing the other day?” He asked with genuine curiosity, continuing to poke around the plants and knitted blankets and woven fruit baskets that littered the entire space.

Harry turned to face her just in time to catch her flashing a knowing smile. “Yes. Should I make a pair for you as well?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’m sure your ass will look great in them, too.”

“Ah—shut up!” Harry laughed, fiddling with the leaves of one of her hanging plants. He recognized this one.

An easy smile still graced his lips as he murmured “It’s a philodendron,” half to her and half to himself. Now that some of the extensive plant research he’d been doing over the past few days had indeed stuck, it was easy for him to identify by its telltale heart shaped leaves.

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up, “That’s right,” she said, sounding impressed. “She’s called Delilah.”

Harry hummed, unable to focus on words when she was giving him her full attention like that.

“She’d be cute next to Franklin, don’t ya think?” She continued, tiptoeing closer to him. She stood behind him, peering over his shoulder at the plant much like she’d done to Franklin a few days earlier. The fabric of his brown sweater was soft against her fingers as she wrapped her arms around him. Harry tensed. He had longed to do the same thing to her when their positions had been reversed a few days ago, but chickened out. But as always, Y/N’s actions were confident and smooth. The thought of her face against his knit-clad back and the feeling of her soft hands around his middle made his head spin.

Yes, he thought, she’s cute next to everything. She’s fucking adorable…

And again, Harry was struck with the thought that he should have seen this coming. It was such a Y/N move—the way she confidently pressed on his shoulders to sit him on the couch and proceeded to smoothly kneel over his thighs. His heart raced as she sank to his eye level, straddling his lap.

“You’ve got pretty eyes,” Harry said almost absently, as if lost in them. Y/N looked kind of surprised that the words came out of his mouth. She’s sort of confused by him, by the way he makes her feel. He had this nervous, chaotic energy surrounding him, as if his mind was going a mile a minute at all times. It didn’t make any difference to him though—a racing heart didn’t stop him from enjoying the feeling of the insides of her thighs against his.

Y/N suddenly grabbed one of his flushed cheeks in her palm and turned his face to hers, letting him get a good look at her eyes. “Think so?” She grinned with a hint of her customary cockiness.

Harry nodded in response to the playful question, caught up in her smirk. He reckoned it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Once again, she proved him wrong when she licked her lip. She studied him seductively while his own eyes, of course, flicked down to where her tongue was swiping over her lips. Her tongue was pillowy, gentle, and…distracting…In the next instant, she’d pulled his face to hers and met his lips with her own.

Despite having been mentally begging for her to kiss him since the moment they’d met, he was still a little caught off guard. Quickly, he began to relish in the feeling of her warm hand holding his cheek and soft lips pressing tenderly on his. He kissed her back gently, but with urgency—as if he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He let his hands wander slowly from her knees up her thighs, her hips, settling comfortably on her waist. His heart skipped a beat when she pulled back a millimeter.

“Is this okay?” Harry let out a concerned whisper.

Y/N smiled effortlessly and nodded. Of course it was okay, it was better than okay.

“Thought I’d proper fucked up my chance with you ages ago,” he murmured against her lips. Now that he’d gotten a taste of her sweet lips, he was truly a fucking goner.

“I thought so too, frankly,” she laughed fondly at him, “But you reeled me in with your charm and wit...” She shook her head and furrowed her brows sarcastically, “...Your true gift for horticulture, your brilliant sewing skills, your excellent taste in beverages...” she continued lecturing him in between sweet pecks on the lips.

Harry giggled at her mock-compliments, tugging her impossibly closer by the waist. She relaxed her chest into his and easily wrapped her own arms around his neck.

“You’re an absolute pest you know?” Harry teased her, confidence growing as she caressed his skin, “I oughta get a buncha those damn bug stickers to catch you!”

“You sure about that?” She smiled bigger, eyes wide and innocent as sat back on his legs. She continued to feed him sweet words as she trailed her fingers down his sweater, the mock compliments melting into sincere ones. Harry’s own smile grew as she mumbled how she adored his soft hands and blushy cheeks and gentle disposition…

Her words were innocent, but her fingers began tracking a sinful course downward, and he twitched in his sweatpants as she cheekily palmed him through the fabric. He was putty in her hands, reduced to a pile of mush by her eyes that twinkled with playful innocence and mischief and unmistakeable lust. The soft hands and gentle, innocent praises falling from her lips were making his cock bloat and head spin. Just as he was getting into it—moaning and whimpering for her to please don’t stop…she shoved her arms between his body and the couch cushion and delivered a firm squeeze to his ass.

“That’s for calling me a pest, you pest!”

She roared with laughter and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight to her chest.

Harry’s desperate, high pitched whine quickly melted into joyous laughter. He couldn’t help it—she was so lovely and beautiful and playful and cheeky and of course, he should’ve seen a stunt like this coming. She was a pest indeed, but Harry had already decided to love her. Perhaps decided wasn’t the word—no, his love for her sprouted and grew like a strong and beautiful vine holding them together.

“Now how about I make you come for real and then fix the holes in those sweaters like you fixed the holes in my heart?”

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Never Too Late 1

Warnings: noncon sexual acts (later in series)

This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re turning forty and life seems to be forging ahead on its one way track, that is until you meet Steve Rogers.

Note: No I don’t know when the next chapter will be up or why I’m posting. The last few days have been some of the worst of my life and everything’s fallen apart.

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You thought thirty-nine was hard. You remembered it clearly, as if it was yesterday. A whole year. Another year. Gone. You greeted forty as you had every day. At your desk behind the ridiculous protective glass as you renewed licenses and issued permits.

The same tedious, draining eight hours, the same dull co-workers, the same broken water cooler, the same sign flashing numbers as you beckoned forth the next impatient person. ‘What took you so long?’ ‘This is ridiculous.’ ‘Goddamn pain in the neck.’

No one wanted to sit in the old and stiff plastic seats just to get a terrible photo taken and have to wait even longer for the actual card to arrive in the mail. And you didn’t want to help. That became clearer the longer you were there. The job was thankless and dull. Like everything else in your life.

You left as you did every night. You promised yourself it wouldn’t be like your last birthday. No bottle of wine burning in your gut. No splitting headache the next day as you stared into the toilet bowl. Just a little treat that couldn’t possibly turn bitter.

And that was just like you. No risks, no spontaneity. The same old routine. You could hear mother’s voice then. ‘You’re too stubborn. That’s why you never held onto a man. You waited too long. Nothing is ever going to be perfect enough for you… for grandkids.’ Well, she had others. Your sister had a boy and a girl, and your brother was blessed with three daughters. More than enough for her. Unlike you.

It was raining. On your birthday. In the middle of summer. Typical.

You were soaked by the time you got to the train and hesitated to follow through on your planned sojourn. You got off a few stops before yours and climbed up to the street. The downpour slowed to a drizzle. You dipped through the automatic door and the air-conditioned grocer chilled your damp clothing.

You went to the refrigerated glass shelves of pastries and specialty desserts. A whole cake to yourself seemed exorbitant; not just on your stomach but your wallet too. They had single slices of cheesecake but only plain left. You wanted chocolate or strawberry or something that you would slightly regret.

There was a pretty cupcake; chocolate with mocha icing and a drizzle of dolce leche and some garish edible beads sprinkled over. You took the small plastic container and headed for the frozen aisle to grab a pizza; thin crust with cheese. The calories added up along with the years.

You paid for your measly meal and slightly ridiculous dessert and headed back out onto the street. Your flat slipped on the pavement and you steadied yourself with your other foot only for your toe to catch a crack in the pavement. You flailed and fought but in your usual graceless existence, there was little else you could do but resign to fate.

The plastic container was crushed beneath your chest atop the pizza box and your purse fell painfully down your arm as your knees scraped through your wool pants. Just your luck. Just your fucking luck! You cursed in your head and slowly pushed yourself off the mess, chocolate smeared across your blouse.

You wanted to cry. And scream. You wanted to disappear as the apathetic New York rush passed you by. As life passed you by. And the urge only got more intense as a shadow stopped before you. As your eyes glossed over the shoes and followed the long legs up a formidable figure. As the man with the golden hair knelt and helped scrape up the mess onto the pizza box.

“Oh my god,” You grumbled as you took it from him embarrassed. “You don’t have to--”

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’d really prefer it that you just…” You shook your head, you could barely look at him. “Just ignore me like everyone else. Please.”

“Come on,” He offered you his hand but you just stared. He grabbed your elbow instead and helped you stand. “I’m sure they have a dozen more--”

“It’s fine.” You swept past him and shoved the box and mess of plastic and icing into the trash. He followed you, barely evading other pedestrians as he did. “ I’m just… Thank you. I’m fine.”

You turned away and he caught your elbow again. He was strong. You turned back, annoyed with him as much as yourself. And now that you looked at him directly, he was familiar. And that was worse. You cringed and wiggled your arm free.

“Hey,” He let go and pointed down. “You’re bleeding.”

You looked and the knee of your pants had soaked through with blood. You sighed and shook your head.

“It’s just… another nail in the coffin,” You huffed under your breath. “I’ll survive.” You assured him and spun away once more. “Happy birthday to me.” You grumbled.

You heard him behind you then felt him beside you as another New Yorker narrowly avoided him. You were starting to get angry and the humiliation curdled in your chest.

“It’s your birthday?” He asked.

“How--” You glanced over at him. “I...whispered that.”

“I have good ears,” He smiled.

“You would.” You frowned. “Well... Steve Rogers,” You announced as you crossed your arms and stopped again, a snarl hurled in your direction from a passerby. “You saved me. Your work for the day is done.”

“You know who I am?” He mused.

“I might be clueless but not that clueless,” You said. “Look, thank you. I aready said it once.”

“Let me buy you a cake,” He said. “Then my job is done.”

You squinted at him. Long and hard. No man was ever this nice to you. Not without reason. And this was the Steve Rogers. The Captain America. He was every woman’s dream and every man’s envy. You were a forty year old hermit covered in rain and cupcake.

“Really, you’ve done enough.” You hissed. “I can’t--No.”

You marched away from him but he was relentless. He kept you from the subway as he rounded you and blocked your path.

“You seem like you’re having a bad day. Let me make it better.” He said.

“Why?” You asked. “You don’t know me.”

“Well, you know who I am. So we’re halfway there.” He smiled. “What’s your name?”

You tilted your head as you considered him. If you humoured him, it would be over sooner. You couldn’t imagine what urge drove him to his persistence. Was it a genuine need to be valiant? A compulsion? Pity? Maybe he amused himself with the pathetic missteps of others?

You gave him your name. Begrudgingly.

“There’s a bakery close to here. Established 1934.” He said. “I went to the opening with my mother.”

“You really don’t--”

“The more you insist I don’t, the more I want to,” He interrupted. “So, let me do something nice.”

You stared at him and the mist began to thicken. The rain drops bounced off the awning over the next storefront and ran down the aged brick of the neighbourhood.

“Come on, before you catch cold,” His hand was on your arm again. You let him usher you past the subway entrance; more eager to be out of the rain than anything.

The door rang as you entered. The bell was old and tinny and the inside betrayed its age. Not in a bad way. It was clean and smelled of bread and cloves. The hand painted cards lined before the trays of baked goods and the faded portraits of loaves and bundts were of another time. You felt old and not very all at once.

“Their black forest is good,” Steve said as he shook the rain off his thin jacket; if the rain hadn’t broken the humidity, he’d have been stolid. “Red velvet…” He looked at you. “French Vanilla.”

“Oh, do I seem vanilla to you?” You challenged as you turned to the display and avoided his eyes.

“It’ll be nice. A treat to take home for the family.” He said. “Husband? Kids?”

You scoffed and bent closer as you read. Your glasses were at the bottom of your purse. A new prescription you were in denial off.

“I’ll take a slice of the cherry chip.” You said to the woman on the other side of the counter. “Please.”

“She’ll take the whole cake.” Steve reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “My treat.” He slid a bill across as you stared at the floor. “No one to share with?”

“My cat died after Christmas,” You shrugged. “I suppose I could bring it in for my co-workers.”

He was quiet as the baker boxed up the cake. The tension between you thickened.

“I know it’s kind of… frowned upon to ask but--”

“Forty,” You interrupted. “A nice, even number, I guess.”

“Ah, a whippersnapper,” He nudged you before he took the cake from the banker with a thanks. “I think I’ve bothered you enough.” He held it out to you. “Happy birthday.” He glanced out the window as you accepted the box. “You should wait this thing out but…” He pulled up his hood and checked his watch. “I got a friend waiting on me and he’s not very patient.” He grinned. “And I was late when I ran into you.”

You watched him go. He swung the door open and the bell rattled again. The rain pattered off his hood as he shoved his hands in his pockets. He glanced at you one last time before he dove into the city crowd and sidestepped the splash of a passing car. You looked down at the dark green box.

Well, at least you could say it hadn’t been an entirely uneventful birthday.

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Break was almost over. You spent your last few minutes in the washroom. You leaned closer to the mirror as you frowned. That made it worse. That new line around your lips… and the crow’s feet. Was that another grey poking through?

Well, it might help if you stopped scowling. You left your reflection behind and returned to your desk. You got settled and punched back in through your computer. The next number flashed across the screen facing the waiting room; G645I. You didn’t watch to see them stand and approach. You grabbed a pen and scribbled on a post-it as the shadow neared.

“And what are we here for today?” You asked as you finally looked up.

“License renewal,” The paper slid through the slot beneath the window as you blinked up at the familiar voice. “Ten years already.”

“Oh,” You took the form and turned to your monitor as you typed.

Steve Rogers said your name as if to confirm your fears that after a whole two weeks, he still remembered the woman with cake smeared across her front. You bit your lip without thinking as you looked at him.

“Did you enjoy the cake?” He crossed his arms and leaned on the little ledge, as close to the window as he could get. You didn’t miss Gloria’s errant glances as she ignored her own applicant for yours.

“It was good. Thank you.” You focused on inputting his information. You hid your startled realisation as you keyed in 1918. Whatever they had given him, you wanted some. “I think Gary enjoyed it more. He’s just down at counter three.”

“You sure you’re forty?” He asked.

Your lashes flicked up and you rolled your eyes.

“Coming from you…” You muttered.

“Well, I had help.” He chuckled.

You carried on and scribbled across his form.

“I need you to back up to that line. Look at the camera.” You said tersely as you hit a few buttons. “No smiling.”

He couldn’t help a curve of his lips as he backed away but he squared his jaw and wiped away his amusement as he hit the marker. You focused the lens and took the picture quickly. His image appeared before you and you finished up the renewal as he stood at the window.

“Never really thought about Captain America needing a license,” You gathered up his copy and stapled it to the confirmation. You slipped it to him and his fingers somehow brushed yours beneath the glass.

“Even I have rules,” He kidded.

You narrowed your eyes at him and struggled not to shake your head.

“Three to six weeks,” You told him. “It’ll be in the mail. Keep that in your vehicle.”

“And… how was the rest of your birthday?” He asked.

You were quiet. You considered him and swallowed. You could hear the titters of your co-workers. You wondered how he didn’t, or perhaps he had learned to ignore it.

“Better,” You confessed. “Thank you again.”

“No, thank you,” He folded the paper and tapped it on the ledge. “You’re a doll.”

“A doll?” You echoed.

“Forgive me. My age shows.” He laughed. “You have a good day… take care of yourself.”

“You too, Mr. Rogers.” You said stiffly.

“Oh, and… as an elder, can I share with you something I’ve learned over the years?” He paused as his hand rested just on the other side of the glass.

“Sure,” You said.

“Sometimes you gotta break the routine. Do something fun. Something for yourself.” He backed away slowly. “Get a little wild.” Your brows drew together and he winked. “From one geezer to another.”

He turned and strode past the of chairs of impatient applicants. You took a breath and tried to shrug away your discomfort. It felt almost patronizing to have him talk to you like that. Like he knew you. Like he, the laboratory adonis, could relate to the paunch under your waistband or the slowly sagging skin on your arms. It was almost as if he had been rubbing it in.

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