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The Art of Love (Part 3) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU
Updated A/N 10/17/2020: Formerly algorithm knows best and companion to cupid’s code. Whether an updated version of Cupid’s Code will be a companion is TBD.
A/N: Hello my lovelies! Happy Sunday! Here’s a little bit of fluff for you. 
Summary: Y/n works on her showcase piece, but it proves a bit frustrating. Best to to talk to the composer right? 
Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x reader (Platonic - for now), Loki
Rating: K+
Warnings: None really. Maybe language?
Word Count: 943
Main Masterlist | The Art of Love Masterlist | Broken Hearts and Robot Parts Masterlist (Companion Fic) ​
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After two more days of absolutely no progress, you gave up and asked Loki to meet you at the studio.  You were sitting on the floor stretching when he strolled in wearing a black suit.
“Hello, darling,” he grinned at you.  
“Hey, Loki. I’m liking the all black.”
“Needed something to match my soul,” he joked as he pecked you on the cheek and sat next to you on the floor.
“You’re not that edgy, Loki,” you giggled.
“I am the epitome of a tortured artist.”
“Sure. Whatever.”
You both laughed before Loki grew serious.
“You sounded quite frustrated in your voicemail. What can I do to help?”
“I don’t know what to do with the choreography. I absolutely adore the piece, but I feel like I’m being pulled in two different directions.”
Much to your surprise and irritation, a smile stretched across his lips.
“See? This is why I was so insistent on working with you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I knew you were the only one who would realize. I composed the piece as two separate melodies that I then interwove together. It’s meant to be – “
“A duet,” you finished. “So I was right! Thank god. I thought I was going insane. That makes it much easier. Well not easier per se because I’ll have to choreograph for two, but at least now I won’t be fighting with myself,” you rambled, pushing to your feet and marking out steps you’d already been playing with.  
You popped your headphones in and quickly lost yourself to the music, your mind seamlessly melding the two discordant passes together. You were so distracted that you didn’t notice that Loki had left you to your own devices, and a new spectator had found their way into the room.
When you were satisfied with the opening you finally tuned back in to reality to find Steve watching you.
“It’s not polite to spy on people, Steven.”
“It’s not polite to stand them up for dinner either, y/n,” he countered with a smirk.
“We don’t have dinner until…” you glanced at the clock on the wall and swore. Eight-thirty. You were supposed to meet him over an hour ago. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I just got so caught up. I’ve been so stuck. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, sweetheart,” he assured you with a soft smile, crossing the floor and rubbing up and down your arms.
“Steve, we had reservations,” you pouted, furious at yourself for getting distracted.  
“Which I moved to Friday. And I have takeout waiting to be picked up from Stan’s on our way home whenever you’re ready to go. Now stop pouting and come here.”
He pulled you close, hands spanning your lower back.  
“You’re too good to me,” you mumbled as you nuzzled your nose against the crook of his neck, hands curling into the collar of his sweater.
“No such thing, sweetheart,” he rumbled in your ear. “You ready to get out of here?”
“Would you actually mind if I ran through it one more time? Well two more times technically.”  
Steve brushed his thumb along your cheek, making you release your lower lip which had been tucked between your teeth.  
“I wouldn’t mind at all. Do you want me to film you so you can have it for reference?”
“Please.”
“No problem.”
You hooked your phone into the stereo system and while he took his out to record you. If he took a few candid shots of you warming up, well that was his little secret.
“Ready?” he asked as you got into your first starting position.
You nodded signaling for him to press play. You marked through each pass before gathering your things and the two of you caught an uber back to Steve’s apartment, picking up your food on the way.
“I really am sorry about tonight,” you mumbled as you finished off your food.  
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I mean really, Friday is better anyways. Who goes out on a random Wednesday?
“People who don’t want to get caught in the Valentine’s day craziness.”
“You’re worth it,” he grinned. “And it’s technically two days before Valentine’s day so it’ll be fine.”
“Still,” you sighed. “I should have set an alarm or…”
“Please. It’s not like I haven’t gotten distracted when I get on a roll.”
“Yes, but-”
He covered your mouth with his hand.
“Shhh. Stop apologizing. Just be here with me. Please,” he whispered.
You nodded as he pulled away. His eyes took on a teasing glint.
“Thanks for not licking my hand. I do have a favor to ask though if you really want to make it up to me.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” You asked cocking your head to the side.
“Well, apparently Ma’s been real worried about me be able to take care of m’self and all. So I kinda invited her over for dinner on Saturday. And I was wonderin’ if you’d help me host?” he cringed as he asked the question, Brooklyn accent slipping out with his nerves.
“I’d love to. Ooh, it’s supposed to be cold so we can make that stew we’ve been talking about. Ooh and some fresh rolls. And apple pie for dessert. Of course. It’s your favorite. Do you have to do anything on Saturday? We can go food shopping in the morning.”
“Really? You wouldn’t mind? I mean you’ll be with me the whole weekend then…”
“As opposed to how I spend most of my weekends?”  
“True. Still, thank you, sweetheart,” he murmured as he kissed your cheek.  
“Anything for you,” you promised as you cuddled into his side.
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A/N: So I’m in love with these two dorks. Get ready for some FLUFF in the next parts! 
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naynayhval · 10 years
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Listening to VOCALOID doesn't make you a 'weeaboo'. There are VOCALOIDs in many languages; Chinese, English, Spanish, Japanese, Korean, Catalan, and soon, French. VOCALOIDs do not have exclusively anime designs, while some lack designs all together, they are a voice, for people to use and make music with, and it's really fucking stupid to see people put down and called a weeb. There are 50+ VOCALOIDs made by separate companies around the world, not only the group that are the most famous, usually called the "great 8" 
I'm sorry it just makes me super mad to see people calling others who like VOCALOIDs weebs or trash. It's gross.
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kogamosh · 10 years
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Some Satsuki Kiryuin fanart is my lockscreen and yesterday my mom looked at it and said, “Is that you?” and I internally lost it. I only wish I could resemble the queen Satsuki but man that literally made my day, thanks mom
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