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Hello! I found myself reading your works and I am obsessed with the Scarlet Witch! Fushiguro! Baby reader😩 especially with reader travelling to BSD, just Dazai slacking off via using you as an excuse to not work and just hanging out with you
Am I addicted? Yes I am XD
Plsplspls make sure to rest, sleep and eat healthy, it's good for ur health >:(
scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader with dazai headcanons
jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs
masterlist of the series
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╰➤ CW(s): headcanons content with dazai, possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs and jujutsu kaisen, mentions of scarlet witch's powers and abilities, and mentions of suicide (dazai)
╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai osamu x reader (platonic)
aww, thank you so much anon!! i'll take good care of myself, so please don't worry >:) here's a bunch of headcanons i have for bb! reader and dazai ♡
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headcanons with dazai osamu ! (platonic)
╰➤ it is a given that dazai enjoys using you as an excuse to avoid doing his work whenever you are present. sure, he's procrastinating, but he also wants to spend time with you because you don't always come to them.
╰➤ dazai misses you the most, but he doesn't say it out loud, despite the fact that it's obvious from the way he clings to you when you say goodbye to them and are about to leave.
╰➤ kunikida, what do you mean he has work to do? can't you see that dazai has to feed you and make sure you don't go hungry?
╰➤ so what if dazai used kunikida's money to finish buying you food? he has to play with you. dazai can't have his little belladonna die of boredom! he has 'dazai-nii' responsibilities.
╰➤ dazai is so at ease being around you that he can fall asleep with you all snuggled up to him, which is an extremely rare occurrence because he only sleeps for about two hours at most, and it has to be dark :(
╰➤ so you don't get cold, dazai takes off his brown coat and puts it on you as a blanket while you sleep on the couch, lying on top of his chest, snoring peacefully.
╰➤ speaking of sleep, you get irritable when you're tired, and only dazai and fukuzawa can calm you down (but of course, you prefer dazai over fukuzawa)
╰➤ as soon as dazai notices you crying out of frustration because you're so sleepy, he rushes over to you and scoops you up in his arms, cooing at you and wipes away your tears as if you were his child, "aww, my sweet little bella, come to dazai-nii! don't cry! i'm here, it's okay!"
╰➤ kunikida has strangled him and smacked his head numerous times because dazai is singing his double suicide song to you as a lullaby, which is reasonable because that is not a lullaby you should sing to a child dazai HELP-
╰➤ kunikida and the other members of the armed detective agency are perplexed as to why dazai's song is so effective at lulling you to sleep. as soon as dazai is cradling you in his arms and singing it, you're out like a light.
╰➤ but it's not about the song because you don't understand it anyway (and dazai or anyone at the armed detective agency doesn't plan on explaining it to you at all)
╰➤ it's actually about dazai's voice. the comfort it gives you as it reminds you of gojo satoru, your adoptive father.
╰➤ but if dazai has to do work, such as an investigation, he will not let you go or put you down unless absolutely necessary. he's carrying you with one arm or holding your hand while interrogating someone.
╰➤ you're already very useful to the armed detective agency, so fukuzawa lets you accompany dazai. you have chaos magic and deduction skills that ranpo has honed.
╰➤ please, you and ranpo almost always read and solve mystery novels, and he teaches you a lot. ranpo does more than just feed you snacks.
╰➤ you also enjoy doing armed detective agency stuff and you want to make good use of your chaos magic while also being with dazai :)
╰➤ kunikida despises the way dazai makes you do his work. but you insist on it anyway, thinking it's a fun game when you're literally solving a huge investigation with little to no evidence and natural leads as if it's nothing.
╰➤ dazai and ranpo are extremely proud of you. just look at you! their little sharpest detective! then they hand over their work to you 💀
╰➤ don't worry, dazai (and the rest of the armed detective agency) will spoil you with your favorite food and sweets as a reward.
╰➤ kunikida and atsushi are very concerned about your well-being whenever dazai brings you during an assignment and makes you do stuff. they simply do not want to endanger your life. (as if your life back in the jujutsu kaisen world wasn't already dangerous enough with curses, higher-ups, and zenins after you)
╰➤ even if you are in danger, all you need to do is scream for dazai or anyone else. you don't actually have to summon them with your reality warping abilities. they're coming for you and will quickly beat the person who has harmed or kidnapped you.
╰➤ you've already used that to your advantage several times (especially when you're literally forgetting you have scarlet witch abilities and powers, and stuff...)
╰➤ while they were struggling to find the suspect they had lost due to the crowd, you went out of your way to find the suspect by reading their mind as a witch.
╰➤ you cling to the guy and scream, "DAZAI-NII!! HELP!! I'M BEING KIDNAPPED!!"
╰➤ congratulations, you have summoned a very angry dazai (along with armed detective agency members) who are ready to beat the shit out of your supposed "kidnapper".
╰➤ dazai dislikes sharing you with others. he wants your attention all for himself, which is why he gets jealous when you get too close to someone like atsushi, kunikida, ranpo, or especially chuuya.
╰➤ speaking of chuuya, dazai despises it when you begin to prefer him over chuuya. especially when you start saying things like "chuuya-nii is very pretty!" or "he is so cool!" while chuuya is so smug about it.
╰➤ because why would you choose someone like chuuya or anyone else when you already have dazai, who is essentially just like your adoptive father in a different font? >:(
╰➤ although you don't refer to dazai as your father, but rather as your older brother, he kind of sees you as a child of his own. dazai is not sure particularly, but it's definitely family, like a little sister or niece he's fond of spoiling.
╰➤ dazai is relieved that your abilities do not work on him due to your chaos magic's ability to bend physics and laws, resulting in the reality warping power. he makes you use your teleportation abilities whenever you two are fleeing from a very enraged kunikida hehehe
╰➤ dazai is the type to poke, pinch, and even bite your cheeks because they are squishy like mochi! you're just too cute, ugh. he's gonna die at this rate just by getting a hold of you!!
╰➤ he adores you so much, but having him do that to you so much upsets you, so he tries to stop doing it to you so much because he can't have you ignoring him and being angry at him :(
╰➤ when you ignore him and give him the silent treatment, he becomes extremely pouty and sulky. dazai will go to any length to make amends and get you to talk and hang out with him again. please forgive him!!
╰➤ i like to think that you're subconsciously healing dazai's inner child, which is why he's so at ease around you.
╰➤ dazai matured so quickly, especially after being exposed to a world of violence and bloodshed, that he was never given the opportunity to be a kid, which is why he enjoys drawing with you, playing games like zoomies with you, eating ice cream with you, and literally doing anything else that a child like you enjoys.
╰➤ dazai knows he wasn't a good person and that he is still a work in progress especially with how he abused a kid he mentored in the past.
╰➤ so, as an atonement for being a horrible person, dazai is doing his best to be better around you and atsushi, but mostly you, because he has favorites apparently🧍‍♀️
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rma1031 · 9 months
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Hermit Age: Bdubs
Hello! This post is about my interpretation of Bdubs for my AU, Hermit Age!
If you wish to learn more about Hermit Age, you can check out the masterlist. It contains the ideas behind this AU, my plans with it, interpretations of the Hermits and their friends within the world of Dragon Age, and more!
This can get long, so be prepared to read I guess!
[I went through a big writer's block and procrastinating trip trying to do Bdubs' interpretation! Hopefully now you can enjoy reading up what I have in mind for him in this AU!]
Appearance
Bdubs' look from Hermitcraft to Dragon Age will remain mostly the same but there will be a change with his clothing.
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(from this picrew (Baydew) and this picrew)
[Given picrew's limitations, there will come a more accurate design for the way I see Bdubs in the Dragon Age universe for the AU. I've already done designs for him via Hero Forge (which was done on a different post in regards to shepscapades' Hermit Design Event week 2. It also includes the way I idealize Bdubs' design in the AU, with inspirations and more wordy stuff to understand how he'd look).]
This is in some way I see and interpret Bdubs' look within Dragon Age! There's something about him working with fabrics and cloths as well as leather that just makes him all the more fit with the "typical hermit (not a Hermit, a hermit) that lives by themselves in the woods or somewhere else isolated or secluded from society" vibe (a mouthful I know).
He also has a necklace/amulet situation similar to what Etho wears. He made it himself and gave it to Etho as well!
His height is shorter than the average human male and he has a dad bod-like physique.
Origins and History
Bdubs lived in comfortable secrecy and seclusion for most of his life.
His family lived in the region between Nevarra and the Free Marches, far away from the villages and towns that bustled with activity in the area. His parents were hermits, living on the land that nature provided. When he was born, he never got to see much of the world outside of what he called home.
Bdubs grew up well. His parents taught him what they can in their quiet living like herbalism and gardening and even wood carving, a hobby his father passed onto him. This fostered his creativity and would soon make his own carvings at the age of seven.
Bdubs' family was one to never venture out from what they already know. His mother would say the world outside was crazy and full of dangers. She would normally say to him, "Thedas my sweet child, is wrought with troubles that me or your father can't even understand." It was a deterrent, Bdubs knows, and yet it was effective and true. And so he never went out from the bubble that was his home, even when the curiosity was strong.
When he turned eleven, the first signs of his magic manifested. He was on a tree branch, swinging and playing with glee. When it broke, he fell to the ground, the sound of a bone breaking on his leg and when he tried to touch it, his hands glowed blue and soon the pain was gone and he even walked normally thereafter.
He told it to his parents and yet they wouldn't be able to help, having no clue how to handle magic or let alone teach their child. Bdubs would have to handle harnessing this power of his by himself.
Through his developing years he tried his hardest to keep his magic stable and safe. With no one to help him but himself, he trained and developed his own way of dealing with it. He concentrated on developing his willpower and he practiced constantly with his magic.
In his sleep, the realm of the Fade beckons. In his dreams, benevolent spirits and malicious demons masquerade and give him what he perceives in sleep, always waiting for this fledgling mage to do something. They tested him in every way possible and yet his mind persisted.
Through unorthodox training (at least by what the Circle says), he became adept with his own magic at just twenty-one, and even then he felt untested. The curiosity to know a world beyond was still within Bdubs ever since he was but a child and he wants this new world to be what would test his mettle.
He was only given this chance at twenty-eight, when he stood and sat by his parents' deathbed. They told him to take care of himself, for now he is going to be alone. They told him again of how Thedas is full of uncertainty and dangers but gave him the opportunity to see it all.
And before their final breaths, they comforted Bdubs with a talk of the time they had together. His father talked about the wood carving he's done throughout the years, how he has excelled with making marvels of art, especially with the horses he's made with mere wood. His mother talked about the herbalism she taught diligently to him, how to make simple potions and poultices, and the enjoyment they had gardening together.
With one more hug, they told him of how proud they are for the way he trained his magic, despite their inability to help him with it.
After they passed away, Bdubs thought of his own uncertain future. He wishes to go out and explore Thedas, but his home kept him grounded here. He was simultaneously scared and curious. He knows how the world treated mages based from what was told of him, and he read books and maps that his parents stowed away that told him of places that he could only imagine.
Bdubs decided to stay, out of respect for his family. He stayed to tend to the garden, to keep their (his) house clean, to continue making the carvings he was always fond of. He stayed a solitary hermit for six years, reaching eventually the age of thirty-four (just before the events of Dragon Age Inquisition).
One day while admiring at a band of wild horses at a field beyond, he heard a faint but distinctive clash and clang of what seemed to be blades. He investigated it, only to find a lone white-haired rogue fending off many opponents that he could not handle.
Out of instinct, Bdubs came to the aid of this lone rogue with a call of lightning coming forth from his hands, striking each and every enemy that had the rogue cornered. Many succumbed from the magic while a good few stood surprised yet wary of him. A battle occurred between the two immediate allies and their enemies, only for Bdubs and Etho to overcome it.
For a few moments of catching breath, they introduced themselves to one another. Etho was the rogue's name and Bdubs could only give the nickname he has used for so long. The rogue owed him his life, for saving him against those that wished to capture him.
Bdubs thought of the only way for him to be repaid. He needed a companion, as he's been out here by himself for years and he yearned for it. He needed a companion, for he wants to explore Thedas with someone at his side.
And from that point on, their companionship and friendship grew, as they now explore Thedas side-by-side, protecting one another from what dangers lie ahead of them.
Name
Bdubs' real name is a mystery. He never revealed it to most people, except for Etho, his first companion, closest partner and confidante. He says to himself that his real name would not matter much since he's practically haven't used it for a long time.
He prefers to be called by his nickname "Bdubs", given to him by his parents. He's used this and has gotten used to being called as such that it is rare to even call him by anything else. The meanings of the nickname or its origin is not common knowledge, as it is only known by himself and Etho.
Personality
Bdubs is a man devoted to creativity. He's always been in love with creating things, tangible or not. The things his parents taught him stayed with him throughout his life, from the wood carving he's done as well as the gardening and herbalism he did, and he both used these to make wondrous works of art.
He's always been fond of horses, admiring them from afar at the least and taking the chance to take care of them at best. Before his parents' death, they would let him look at them from their secluded hermitage, away from the fields that the horses grazed on. Now however, he is free to do what he wants with them. He's even managed to make wood carvings of them, just for his fondness.
Bdubs is generally friendly and exuberant, always having the energy to pursue his curious look over the world he is now seeing. He's always excited to check everything new for him, like new people, new plants, new horse breeds, and villages and towns and cities built with bricks and stone.
Though he may be friendly and outgoing, his secluded life made him cautious and nervous of people. He keeps his guard at all times, wary of those who may attack or confront him or Etho. He also does this because of the way people perceive mages, and with the Mage-Templar War ongoing, he has to make sure no one knows his capabilities.
Equipment and Combat
What Bdubs wears is an assortment of fabrics and leathers that provide him protection against the elements and from getting hurt. He fashioned his own "armor", blending colors of green and brown and bits of red and designed it with his creative mindset. The whole look provides him a "hermit that lives by themselves" vibe.
He uses a staff he created and carved from wood, and has bestowed it with the magic he has. He uses it to cast magic in order to aid himself and Etho against any adversary.
His magic is self-trained, having to learn by himself without anyone to help him, making it unorthodox. He did not learn how to wield his magic like the Circles of Magi and their mages have done, but he is without a doubt proficient with this magic he holds. His magic is based on the elements and is quite similar to the Primal school of magic that the Circle teaches. He wields the power of the elements with his magic, summoning raging fires, freezing ice, and thunderous lightning at his disposal. He also is attuned with the magic of the earth, making earthquakes to destabilize his enemies and strengthen his defenses with magical armor created from rocks and such.
As with every mage, he is powerful but isconstantly threatened for his powerful magic by his enemies. Bdubs gets focused a lot when caught off-guard, meaning Etho has to come to his aid during his fights. Making it worse is the fact that Bdubs is not proficient in true melee combat, relying at best with his rock armor to defend and sustain him, while trying to run away at the same time.
That's it for Bdubs' interpretation!
As always, if you want to know more about the world of Dragon Age, the wiki is always helpful!
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sofiiel · 1 year
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A Lazy Day | Argyle x Reader
Mordern AU | Established Relationship | Nudity | Silliness
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A/n: Because I'm sat here looking at pictures of his adorable, sleepy eyed face. Also listening to 'The Lazy Song' - so yeh. You get a weird random little oneshot thing from off the top of my head from my real-time daydreaming.
Not sure if this should go in my NSFW list or my SFW list. I mean, it's not smut, but there is a vague mention of bits.
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It's deep into the summer, and there is nothing to do that hasn't been done. It's a super lazy day in your California apartment, you're not sure what to do with yourself. You did some deep cleaning of the house yesterday. It's still shinny and lemony jasmine fresh.
The day before that, you had your productive day. You've nothing left to procrastinate on. Bummer.
There is a heatwave hitting the state, and you are not going outside into that misery.
Your boyfriend is still knocked out in the bedroom with old Pink Panther cartoons playing in the background.
Or, you thought he was.
"Schweetness, did you hear me?" Argyle calls to you. Blinking, you sit up from where you'd been sprawled on the couch. Looking into the kitchen to see a shirtless Argyle, a Pizza box in one hand and a controller in the other.
"Um no...." you admit, "how long have you been there?" you ask.
"Oh, I've been talking to you for a full fifteen minutes while you were vegged out watching the fan turn around." he says, a pleased grin coming to his face. "You dipped into my Purple Palm Tree Delight Ultra did you, Schweetness?" Argyle sings with a knowing nod of his head.
You pinch your fingers together, "just one puff." you confess.
"Oh, one puff is all it takes for lightweights." he laughs.
"I am not a light weight." you protest, eyes narrowing. "You're adorable and as light as a feather." Argyle chuckles.
"Anyway, I was asking if you want your pizza cold or hot and if you wanted to play GTA." He says.
"Cold and of course." you reply.
"That's my girl," He cheers, walking around the kitchen bar top and heading for you. Your mouth slightly slacks as your eyes widen, watching something lovely swing below his belt line as he walks.
"Why are you? What happened to-"
"Argyle nods with pride and tosses you a playful smile, "speechless, my love?" He asks teasingly. He knows, you can't take your eyes off of it.
"I.....why?" You asked, feeling a fresh heatwave inside the house.
"Because it's 105 degrees outside, and my pores needed to breathe. You should ditch the clothing too, the air feels fine." he said.
"You're not sitting your bare ass on my new couch, Argyle." you warned. However, he doesn't listen and takes a seat.
"Someone is hangry in the heat." Argyle sings while holding a slice of pizza up to your mouth. You take a bite, and he smiles, pleased with himself yet again. Leaning back on the couch, he kicks his bare feet up on the coffee table and turns on the Tv before passing you a controller.
Standing you strip, Argyle wasn't wrong, it was stuffy in the house. He watches you with a sleepy expression, taking the rolled joint from behind his ear and reaching for the lighter on the table.
Something about the way he looks at you makes you feel stunning, as you settle yourself back onto the couch.
"Feels better, doesn't it?" He asked.
"Actually yeah, feels great." you say.
After an hour of high jinks in GTA via a delivery van, and many hits of the joint, the two of you polished off the box of left over pizza and two Mountain Dew bottles each.
Argyle having the great idea for exercise, a Fortnite dance off. The two of you are now standing in the middle of the living room, stark naked, doing the Hootenanny and Boneless, until Argyle gets a text from Jonathan.
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Argyle turns to you, and before he can get the words out of his mouth. "It happened again didn't it?" you asked.
Argyle simply nods, "better get dressed fast then," you say, following Argyle to the bedroom.
"Should never smoke the ultra without a designated buddy, I warned him." Argyle laughed.
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starfirette · 3 years
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maybe for a part two for mother!reader x armin is when armin is like 15 and she visits the scouts to see him and she ends up embarrassing him??
 New Life: a direct sequel to New Start | part three is out!!
| Armin Alert x Mother! Reader | some Levi x Reader hints because I’m a SIMP for the man | masterlist | more snk x reader | no word count only insomina and the procrastination of changing my major |
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The big, round eyes you once swore would be green turned out to be blue. 
And they were so eager to leave you and be a man. 
It was the hardest choice you’d ever made, allowing your son to leave the village and join the cadet corps. It was what he seemed to want, so so desperately. You couldn’t tell if he wanted it as much as he wanted to follow Eren Jaeger and the Mikasa girl. Both were pleasant enough children. They stood up for your Armin more than enough times to be allowed in your household. You didn’t mind if they both showed up unannounced to take Armin on an adventure or even to eat dinner and spend the night. 
Carla was a sweet enough woman who seemed to have the same concerns for Eren that you had for Armin. She wanted them to be friends and be normal children that didn’t have to worry about death and disease. It was a common scene for Carla to walk Eren and the young girl to your house with a freshly baked cherry and butter pie, made from the fresh picked cherries in the shared village orchard. 
Hosting the two children was never an issue. You liked having the house filled. The boys even seemed to get Mikasa on her feet, running around and doing some sort of adventure. 
Armin’s wide, blue eyes always taunted you, taunting the color green you’d imagined they’d be. 
Armin had grown up to be a better young man than you could have ever hoped for. He was a sweet young boy who enjoyed his studies and never forgot his mother’s birthday. He never argued, never disobeyed, (though you like to think he naturally agreed with your set of rules). 
It was one evening that he’d burst into a fit of yelling and crying when he broke the blue, crystal vase that had been your obvious favorite piece of decorum in the house. He was a smart child. He noticed how you doted on your vase. It was always filled with fresh flowers, always dusted and cleaned, and never moved from the spot on the credenza in the center of the living space. 
You felt a strange sadness as you swept the pieces of thin glass up. You did your best not to let it show. Seeing Armin blubber and apologize profusely with bleeding palms from where he’d tried to mend the vase back together was a sore sight. You weren’t angry. You assured your son as much, holding him and assuring him it was only a ‘thing.’ 
But you cried that night in your small cot, when you were sure that he’d fallen fast asleep in his own room. 
Tears were never a stranger to your household. 
You were familiar with them, as you had been all your life. 
You’d burst into hysterical tears when, one day, the dishes shook off the counter, clattering and crashing to the floor like an earthquake. You knew like you knew the sky was blue that there were titans. Invasion was on your mind since you’d left the Interior, but you never suspected it would be this way. 
You raced to the city square to find Armin. Your boy was with Eren and Mikasa somewhere. But he was small, and tender, and he could be hurt. Your heart fell at the sight of any blond head in the nearest proximity of danger. When you found your boy, you scooped him into your arms, and you ran like you’d never run before. 
It was only at the safety point when you’d set Armin down and spoke. You examined him for wounds, asking if he was alright in a straight voice while tears streamed down your face. 
It was the beginning of a cruel five years. Eren Jaeger and Mikasa had become your newest children. You cared for them as best as you could. Your discreet funds of money that was stored in banks all across the walled lands did a good job of keeping you all safe and protected. You lived with Armin and the kids for seven months at the new house. It was considerably smaller, but everyone had their own bed, and they never had to worry about food being on the table. 
Eventually, the time came for the children to make their choice. You’d sensed it coming from a mile away. How could you not? They were not slick. Eren spoke loudly in the nights about his plan for vengeance and justifying poor Carla’s death. And where Eren would go, Mikasa would. Then Armin would be following close behind, only stuttering when he had the least bit of hesitation. 
It was easily, without a doubt, the hardest choice you’d made in your entire life to give Armin your blessing. Even after all he’d been through...he still wanted his mother’s approval. 
The time came to leave the children. Their enlistment was eagerly accepted. It wasn’t assuring how quickly they’d been enrolled and cataloged. You knew that the regiments were looking to fill the mass gaps of dead soldiers. 
The days of an empty house passed to months. Those winded into years. 
You made the three beds every week, re~fluffing the pillows and shaking off the dust. If any of them ever wanted to come back home, you’d have to make sure they had a clean, comfy bed. 
It was the motherly part of you that wished for any of them to knock on that door. Where one went, the other two followed, like the stars followed the moon.
Some days you thought of Armin. Armin, the departed husband that is. What a jovial man. You missed him often. He would have approved of the life you’d built. He would have liked Armin, the younger. He might have had better furniture choices. 
Letters weren’t enough to keep you from losing your mind. The years just kept adding on, leaving you to wonder what the future held. But one particular letter caught your attention, signed and sealed with the Scout regiment’s signet. Commander Erwin called for an immediate family reunion at one of the safe castles. It would happen while it still could. 
Oh, what a relief, you’d thought. You practically threw your clothes in a traveler’s case and took all the paths you could to the castle. 
It was clearly a rare occasion. Several wagons and carriages were offering rides to the castle, and every passenger was a parent, aunt, or uncle, with the occasional younger siblings of the other cadets. You hadn’t considered it before, but you’d realized that you weren’t just going to see your son. You were filling the roll as a parent for two others. 
Every passenger had a story to tell about their children. You all bonded on the journey with the shared thought, is their child friends with mine? Did they cry together? Train together? 
One mother expressed how badly she’d hoped it would be an annual event. Soldiers hardly got leaves of absence. Who knows when you could see your child again? 
The last of the wagons rolled up to the castles grandiose pathway. It was quite overgrown with shrubbery, but the look it gave was stupendous. You’d wondered if such a look could be mimicked by growing your own plants at home. 
The thoughts vanished as the soldiers were brought out to the courtyard, lining up to find their family.  You stood patiently. You waited for the familiar trio to appear. They wouldn’t be the exact same. You caught yourself watching for small children. Everyone here were soldiers, the real kind, albeit most being cadets. You anxiously watched. You tried not to think, “What if they’re dead?” 
You’d gotten a letter from all three at least a month ago. And there was no issue of death from the corps. Still, the thought lingered. 
You swayed in the breeze, smoothing your dress as you tried to remain patient. 
“Mother?” 
Your heart dropped into your stomach when you heard the familiar voice call out to you. You looked around, trying to pinpoint the voice from the crowd. You were hardly able to take a good look when you were rushed by two muscular figures. They both pounced on you, pulling you into a giant hug and delightfully exclaiming something you didn’t understand from your heart beating loudly in your ears. 
“Oh, Mother,” Armin said into your head, kissing the top of your hair. He was tall. 
He held onto you longer than Eren did, who had pulled back and looked down at you with a gleeful smile. 
“You’re both so...tall,” you exclaimed as you pulled away to look at them both. Armin was tall and slender, but his shoulders were broad. His blond hair was clean cut to his chin as it had always been. He was always a neat person. You imagine he would be keeping up with his routine hair trims as usual. 
Eren stood even taller than Armin, if that’s possible. His unruly brown hair was wavy and too long, as if he didn’t care to cut it when it grew to the tops of his ears. His shoulders were twice as broad as Armin’s, and you could see even under the uniform he’d grown quite muscular. It figures. With him being a titan, and all, it makes enough sense that he’s muscular. 
It’s the first time you’d seen Eren in person since learning via letter he was one of the first of what Armin dubbed a ‘shifter.’ You tried not to let the thought show on your face. Besides, no one here seems to be giving him a hard time. 
You couldn’t help but feel the tears form along your eyelashes like dew drops on a spider’s web. You had once held that little blond boy close to your chest, telling him how he had made you the happiest you’d ever been. 
You meant it, and you mean it now. You couldn’t help but sniffle at the thought of your little boy all grown up. 
Eren laughed while Armin smiled bashfully. “Oh, mother, there’s no need to cry,” he said, bringing you close for another hug. 
You wiped your eyes with your thumbs, trying not to embarrass Armin further. “Well, young man, where is that sister of yours?” you asked Eren. 
Eren’s gleeful smile faltered just slightly. “She’s not feeling well. She decided to use the day off and catch up on some rest. But she’ll join us for dinner.” 
You couldn’t imagine the pain she’d be feeling right about now. It’s no surprise that she’d not felt up to the task of greeting a mother that wasn’t even her own. 
Even in Eren’s eyes-who was doing his best to be strong-had a distant sort of grief that lingered in his eyes, especially at the sight of you adjusting Armin’s clothes. 
“Mother, I’ll show you to your room,” Armin said, linking his arm in yours. You fondly accepted Eren’s offer to link your other arm in his own. You asked the boys thousands of questions, intently enjoying their answers. 
The castle towered tall above you, the rooftops that arched up being blushed with the shadows of the bushy tree tops. You were only one of the many mothers being escorted gently through the vast castle built with limestone that was polished down to perfect edges. Parents and siblings were being taken on grandiose tours, all while being hugged and pulled by their solider children. 
“This is where the survey corps lives?” you asked. Armin nodded ambitiously, a smile curved wide on his mouth. ��We move around sometimes depending on where we’re being deployed, but this is where we usually are.” 
“It’s huge!” you awe. The castle seemed ancient. Every turn had a piece of character that felt ageless and wiser beyond even your own years. Thought vast, the castle was well kept. You couldn’t find a single cobweb, even if you wanted to. 
“Tell me about it,” Eren groaned as he touched his forehead. “It’s a real bitch to clean.” 
You looked at the boy in shock, your mouth open. “Why, Eren, where have you heard such language?” 
Eren looked to Armin for help as he floundered for an answer. He couldn’t quite form one, so his mouth contorted uneasily. “I-Well I mean...I...I’m sorry.” 
You playfully told him you’d allow it this once. 
You felt so happy to see the two boys grown and healthy. Armin’s soft hands had doubled in size. He once had such chubby, little hands that gripped your finger tightly for comfort. Always sticky, even one thumb tucked in his mouth. 
Though his face was the same, he looked so different in every other aspect. But, this thought was comforted by the matter of Armin being the same in personality as he has always been. He still wore the little timid smile of someone bursting to the seams with words he wants to share. He always has something interesting on his mind. His intelligence had even taken you aback when he was a child. He certainly didn’t get that from you. 
You figured it was a trait inherited by his birth mother or his biological grandfather. Truthfully, those are the only relatives of his that you know. After adopting him, you tried to dig up more information about his family. You would have liked for him to have the answers to the questions he’d one day ask. 
“Walk faster,” Eren said in an urgent voice. 
“Oh, God,” Armin said under his breath. “Let’s go back that way.” 
The two young boys-young men- were now trying to steer you in a jarring direction. “What’s wrong?” you asked, starting to pull your arms away from them. 
“Mom, he’ll see us!” Armin urged you in a loud whisper, attempting to push you into walking. 
“It’s too late, he’s coming,” Eren said in a stiff voice. “We can’t-He’s looking right at me. He’s looking right at me!” 
“Who’s looking at who?” you asked desperately trying to understand.
“At ease, cadets,” a smooth voice said. It came from the figure you finally spotted striding towards you, encased in a not so tall, but lean figure. “I presume this is Mrs. Arlert?” 
The words struck you in the chest. Armin’s face became screwed and red as he looked down at his feet. “That’s not her name, captain,” Armin quickly said. “But yes, she is my mother. Y/n L/n.” 
You didn’t let the hurt bleed into your expression. “I am Armin’s mother. It’s wonderful to meet you. What’s your name?” 
“Levi Ackerman, ma’am,” the man said, holding out a hand to shake yours. You realized why the boys had wanted to run away. The famed captain Ackerman was mentioned in plenty of your letters from all three of the children, even Mikasa’s. Though Mikasa mentioned him only when she asked for favors for you, namely ancestry research. She wanted to know if she could be related to the man at all, since she’d never met any other person with the name. While your efforts proved weak, she’d appreciated the attempt. 
Meanwhile, Eren and Armin mostly wrote about the man to complain. He was mean, you’d heard. Stern and, as Eren put it, “A major jerk.” 
The captain Ackerman doesn’t leave me side; ever. I’d say he’s obsessed with me, but I know it’s because he doesn’t trust me. My power is one that has to be heavily monitored. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish that, at least, my supervisor could be someone nicer. Someone taller, at least, so I don’t have to look down all the time. It’s strange to be chewed out by someone two heads shorter. Note, auntie, this is an estimate. 
You shook the captain’s calloused hand. It was a stark difference from the curtseying and bowing from when you were among the society in the interior. The thought of a woman shaking a man’s hand without wearing a glove was ghastly; it was intimate. This part of etiquette was so deeply engrained in your mind that you blushed at the feeling of the captain’s skin against yours. 
It was enough to keep you from thinking about Armin. 
You’d given him the information about his true name just in case he ever wanted, or needed, to use it. You didn’t expect him to ever go by it. It did hurt, though, to think of your boy being Armin Alert, and not Armin L/n. 
“I can easily see where Armin gets his grace,” the captain said in a smooth, deep voice, looking almost proudly to Armin. 
Eren looked shocked at your left side, and even Armin’s mouth fell agape. “Your son is quite the tactician,” the captain continued.
You chuckle. “He certainly is. Armin’s been impressing me with his brain since he was a baby.” 
Armin laughed nervously. “Mother, we don’t need to share that,” he said in a shy voice. You couldn’t help but continue to gush. You rarely bragged about your child, mostly because your neighbors at home had lost their children and it was a sore subject to speak of. 
“Well, captain, I’ve heard so much about you,” you said, offering the man a warm smile. He was awfully handsome with his dark hair that grazed the edges of his jaw. 
“If I had realized I’d meet the beautiful famed mother, I would have dressed for the occasion,” Levi said with a remarkably steady voice. You felt your cheeks rush with warmth while Eren forced a loud, awkward cough. It sounded as though he was hacking up a piece of his lung. “We’d better get aunt Y/n to her room, ey Armin?” 
“Yeah,” Armin said in a short voice. “I mean yes! Yes, yes, we-yes. She’s tired.” 
“She’s exhausted,” Eren added, holding his hands over your shoulders and massaging them for good measure. You raised your eyebrows. 
“She’s also so hungry,” Armin added loudly. “She’s starving.” 
“There’s a buffet going in the mess hall until mid noon,” Levi suggested. “And then tomorrow there will be a large breakfast party.”
You looked at your son with a teasing look of shame. “Why, you boys never mentioned a party. I would have brought my good dress.” 
“As if you’d need a good dress,” Armin teased. “We can go out to town. There’s going to be available transportation all day for your visit. It’s very exciting. I’ve even been dismissed from my chores!”
Eren sent a small glare to the captain. “I wasn’t dismissed from my chores,” he grumbled. 
“Unfortunately, Jager, you’re one of my favorite cadets. I just can’t spend a minute without you,” the captain said humorously. It made you laugh, to Eren’s horror. “I hope to be seeing you again during your stay, Missus L/n.” 
“Oh, it’s just Miss, captain. I am widowed.” 
Armin took a pause in his breath. “...Widowed?” 
You realized then that you slipped, too. “Unmarried, I meant,” you corrected yourself, albeit too late.
You could see that even Levi knew the well intended flirting was over. Clearly you and your son had things to talk about, and soon. The matter of the surname would likely not compare to Armin’s questions, especially considering that you never spoke of your old life, or your family (this very well may be the reason Armin chose to use his other name in the first place). 
“It was a pleasure, Miss,” the captain said before taking a small bow and walking away. You didn’t have time to notice that the bow was not common for people beyond the interior. “I’m going to go meet Connie’s family,” Eren said calmly, though you felt is was more directed to Armin than you. 
“I’ll be seeing you soon, Eren,” you softly bid the boy as he prepared to walk away, leaving his best friend to the awkwardness that would ensue. 
You looked up at your son with half a smile; he looked uncomfortable. Your boy was doing that thing he did when he was too afraid to say or admit something--he rubbed his palms together nervously, as if he were trying to start a fire. “I’m not angry with you,” you told him before you said anything else. “You don’t have to explain anything to me,” you added. 
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” Armin explained, sounding shaky as he averted his eyes to the floor. “You haven’t told me anything about your family. Your life couldn’t have started only when I was adopted. I just-I just want to know my history.” 
You took a breath. “My days living in the Interior were not something I enjoyed. It was a vastly different lifestyle that I did not enjoy, and likely couldn’t ever enjoy again. Yes. I was married. To a man also called Armin. The marriage was arranged, and he and I held no romantic feelings for one another.”
“Did you have children with him?” Armin asked, his voice quiet. 
“None, my love,” you assured him, wishing you could just stroke his hair and cuddle him tight like you did during his infancy. “I am so sorry that I haven’t...That I have failed to be more forthright with you.”
Armin failed so say anything. He stood motionless. “May you please not flirt with Captain Ackerman again?” he finally said, looking exasperated. 
Your eyes widened. “O-Oh. I’m so so sorry, honey, I just-You-Of course. I swear to not flirt with anyone. Although, I can’t say that I started that. Rather, you should tell the captain not to flirt with your mother again.” 
Armin went beet red in the cheeks. “You can’t just tell the captain what and what not to do, mother,” he said in a low and eerie voice; it was as if someone had made such a mistake before, and Armin had witnessed the consequences first hand. 
“Armin,” you said quietly. 
“I mean it, mother, he once kicked Eren in the face!” Armin went on to exclaim. 
“My dear, I could care less about the captain,” you tell your son firmly. “I admit that I was surprised to hear that you use your biologicals name. And for a split second, it did hurt. But, you are your own person. You have been through things grown men haven’t seen. I am so proud of you. No matter what name you go by, you will always be my dear son. I will always love you with all my heart.”
Armin’s eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth turned into a dimpled smile. “I love you, too, mother,” he said. He brought you close for a hug. He kissed the top of your head as you had always done to him during his youth. 
Some things were bound to never change. 
Armin would always be your intelligent, kind hearted, good tempered son. When he walked, you could only see his toddling down the hallways of your old home. When he laughed, it reminded you of his gasping giggles as he was fondly amused by something some insignificant.
Armin linked his arm with yours one more time. “Let’s get to your room, now,” he said with a happy grin.  
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                         Roll Me, Like Your  Flour Dough
                               Baker!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
A/N: Hello everyone! I decided I want to make something longer than a oneshot so this is my first attempt at a Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader series! The title and the inspiration for this came from that Tina Turner song and thus this story was born! I currently don’t know how long I’ll make this but hopefully I won’t get super self conscious about my writing and like give up on this one.  But, I’m super excited for this one and I really hope you guys all like it. 
This will eventually contain smut so this story is considered +18 so keep that in mind when you read. But other than that I decided to make something so incredibly fluffy lol. Header is made by me! But I don’t own any of the pictures. Just the story. 
Summary:  Reader is a travel nurse who is looking for a slower paced job away from the hustle and bustle of the emergency room and takes a residency in a small idylic town a few hours from Boston. Where she comes to mets new friends and an especially handsome baker named Steve Rogers.
*Also just know that while I may be a Nursing major I know very little about the travel nursing world and what all of it entails with the agencies so if I say something wrong if you want to correct me just please do it nicely* 
If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.
I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)
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PART 1: The Arrival 
The listing was exactly the kind of posting you were looking for. It was a listing for a local clinic in a small town a few hours from Boston, looking for an RN who was willing to fill in at the clinic for the next five months. It would definitely be a change of pace for you and a mental break from the hustle and bustle of the ER. You were more than glad to exchange the gunshots wounds and car crashes for treating ear infections and broken wrists. 
As soon as you accepted the posting you emailed the leading physician there at the clinic who also seemed to be the owner, Dr. Sam Wilson. Who seemed to be the type of man with a bursting personality from what you gleaned over your email exchange. He let you know that he was more than happy to welcome you into their town and to his clinic and he gave you the number for the local realtor; Jimmy Woo who would help you find a place for the duration of your stay in town. 
After you finished up your emails with Dr. Wilson you immediately contacted Mr. Woo via email and your agency to get the matter of housing settled and then you were buying your ticket and would be flying out tomorrow morning to Boston.
As you packed you procrastinated a bit by looking up the town and scrolled through pictures of it. It was the idyllic perfect little town, maybe not so little but it definitely didn't have the occupancy of a major city. However as you continued to google the place, you also looked at the yelp reviews for most of the businesses and shops in town. It seemed like this town had everything, from a martial arts studio, a bookstore, a nursery and flower shop and the shop that had the most reviews and in fact the highest reviews was a bakery. 
“Star Spangled Bakery.” You murmured to yourself and browsed through their photos. You felt your jaw drop and your mouth water at the sight of all the pictures of the beautiful confections and sweets that were available at the shop. From donuts the size of your fist to beautifully decorated cakes with intricate patterns of icing, along with brownies absolutely oozing chocolate, petit fours, croissants and even photos of people holding their coffee since this place was also a cafe too. 
You scrolled to some of the reviews. 
“This place is heaven on earth! And there’s even a beautiful angel here too! ;)” 
“Hands down got to be the best bakery and cafe I have ever been to. Rogers never ceases to amaze!” 
“God just watching Steve knead dough alone is worth giving this place five stars but he’s also amazing at making anything you can dream up! Why is life so unfair!” 
You giggled to yourself as you kept scrolling through the reviews, obviously a lot of them were made by women who thought the owner of the place was attractive. 
You bit your lip and went to the bakeries website in search of a picture of the infamous Steve Rogers, but you pouted a bit when there was none to be found. Of course there were a hundred more of his amazing masterpieces and a short blurb about him and how he went off to Paris to train and came back home to put his new skills to use in his family’s bakery; but there was no picture of him. 
“Hmm.” you muttered to yourself and looked at the time on your phone, letting out a shriek at the fact that it was currently midnight and you just spent three hours googling this town and Steve Rogers along with the fact that you still hadn’t finished packing and your flight was in four hours. 
You ran to your closet and pulled out all your winter coats since you’d be there well into the new year and your sweaters for California’s “winter”, so weren't going to cut it in Massachusetts where they actually had winter. You felt yourself involuntarily shiver at the thought of snow and grabbed an extra jacket just to be safe. You ran around your house like a madwoman making sure that you had everything together and ready for when you had to get up in approximately two hours for your flight. 
***
Approximately two and a half hours later you were dressed and had already called an uber to take you to the airport. While you waited you did a quick double check of the two suitcases and carry on that had been your constant companions these past seven years of endless adventures. Then you took a look around your bare apartment, there was no trace of you here; nothing to signify that this place had been your home for the past five years. No photos or art on the walls, no little knick knacks, even your book shelves were practically bare, save for the medical books you’ve kept since college. It made everything easier that way though, not having to carry around that extra weight if you had to one day just up and go; everything that you owned could fit into three cardboard boxes. 
It wasn’t a sad thought to you, that was how you wanted it. How during the duration of the program seven years ago you dreamed of being always on the move, never putting down roots and experiencing all that life had to offer. What would've been sad is if you stayed in that stuffy little box you used to call your life, always knowing and feeling that there was so much more out there you wanted, needed to experience. And now, now you could experience everything and anything you wanted to, you had no strings on you and that was perfectly fine with you. 
When the uber arrived to take you to the airport you take one last look around your apartment and then grabbed your bags to head out into your newest adventure. 
***
You groaned as you cracked your back as you headed off the plane with the other passengers and towards baggage claim. 
You made quick work of grabbing your bags and managed to snag yourself a rental car before you plugged in the name of the clinic into google maps and started the long drive. 
*** 
It took you about two and half hours before you finally saw the big town sign, signalling that you had finally made it! It took another twenty minutes for you to actually reach the town and when you did you slowed your speed a little more than necessary but you wanted to take it all in. The first word that came to mind when you saw the place was; idyllic. 
It was like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting or an episode of Gilmore Girls with all the beautiful colors of autumn as its backdrop. As you weaved your way through the town, you saw most of the places that you were looking at online; you watched as people chatted and laughed as they entered the martial arts studio, holding bags with what you assumed would be the equipment they would use. Others were walking inside the flower shop, it’s front windows decorated to the nines with gorgeous window paintings of different flowers, there was even a bookshop here; which you made a personal note to visit as much as you can. 
And there was Star Spangled Bakery and with it apparently came a line of people out the door and around the corner just waiting to get inside. 
“Damn was it really that good?” You mumbled to yourself, and rounded the corner with your car heading towards the clinic. 
A five minute drive through town and you had finally made it. You pulled in one of the parking spaces in front of the clinic and got out, giving your back another crack before grabbing your purse and heading up the steps and inside. 
When you opened the door there was a small chime of a bell that sounded above your head. You walked further inside and saw a young black woman sitting at the front desk, you made your way over and smiled at her as she looked up and met your eyes. 
“Hello!” She said with a bright smile on her head. “Is there something I can help you with?” 
“Hi!” You said as you returned her smile with a bright one of her own. “And yes. I am the new nurse filling in here for the next few months, I’m looking for Dr. Wilson?”
“Oh my goodness yes!” She said excitedly as she got up from her seat and made her way around the desk to stand in front of you. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Shuri.” She said, holding out her hand. 
“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N.” you replied and eagerly shook her hand. 
“It’s so exciting to finally have someone new here! The nurse who was here before you, Jessica, left to go work in the big city and it’s been kind of lonely here with only myself, Dr. Wilson, and Dr. Foster. So it’s very exciting to have a new friend here to work with. And I just know that we will be fast friends.” She smiled. 
You let out a small chuckle. “I definitely think that we will be fast friends too, Shuri.” 
“I’m glad to hear you say that! I just know that you’ll fall in love with this place. It may be a small town but we are a few hours from Boston and we have some amazing shops that are major tourist attractions. My brother and his wife, Nakia own the martial arts studio here in town. Hey. How about after you and Dr. Wilson are introduced. I'll show you around the town?” 
“That would be amazing! I appreciate that Shuri.” You said, giving her an emphatic smile.  
“Yeah of course!” 
Suddenly, you heard one of the doors open down the hallway.
“Alright, Ms. Harkness. Everything looks great, your blood pressure was a bit high which I would like to be a bit lower. And you need to cut down on those sweets-” Dr. Wilson was soon cut off by the older woman walking out of the exam room behind him.
“As you said everything is fine and as for the sweets, I hope you aren’t trying to deny an old woman her pleasures, Sam.” Ms. Harkness said giving Dr. Wilson a soft but still stern look that meant she wasn’t going to hear anything else he said unless it was ‘good day’. 
Dr. Wilson gave her a dazzling white smile before nodding his head. “Alright, you have a good day, Ms. Harkness.” 
She patted his cheek, and returned his smile. “You too, Sam.” Before the old woman walked past you and Shuri; Shuri waving her out before she walked out of the clinic. 
“Sam!” Shuri smiled as he walked over to where you and Shuri were standing. As the good doctor walked towards you and Shuri you could finally take in the little details of him you couldn’t see when he was down the hall. Well, you could see he was tall and built but now you got to see the warmth in his eyes and that winning smile he showed both your and Shuri’s way. 
God damn this man just oozes charm. 
“Good morning, Shuri.” He greeted her, before his chocolate brown eyes met yours. 
“This is the new hire, her name is Y/N.” 
“Yes! Ms. Y/L/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.” He smiled again and stuck his large hand out for you to shake. You quickly shook his hand, feeling it practically engulf yours. 
“It’s nice to meet you too, Dr. Wilson.” You said feeling your cheeks warm. 
“Please call me Sam!” he said and you swore he just cranked his charm levels up to eleven. 
He took his hand back from your handshake. “Are you sure?” You questioned. Your years of training in both the actual medical practices and hospital etiquette refusing to call him by his first name. 
“Yes. I’m sure.” he chuckled. 
“Yeah. Only tourists who come in call him Dr. Wilson. Everyone knows everyone in this town and formality kind of went out the window maybe a year after Sam took over the practice from his dad.” Shuri chirped in. 
“Oh alright. Well it’s definitely going to be something to get used to.” You smirked. 
“I’m sure it will be a minor adjustment for you, after working with all the sooty doctors in the cities, am I right?” 
“You’re most definitely not wrong.” You chuckled. 
“Well now that introduction are out of the way. Can I interest you in a tour of the clinic? I think even Dr. Foster is lurking around somewhere. She’s our main OB on residence but she also does General practitioning.” 
“Yes! Of course I’d love a tour of the place.”
“Alright then, Shuri, are you going to pretend at the front desk or are you going to just join us for the tour.” Sam finished but Shuri had already beat him to the punch with the back in thirty minutes sign at the front desk and started walking behind us with a big smile on her face. 
***
The tour of the clinic took about an hour or so where Sam explained your duties and what kind of cases you are most likely to treat. 
“We do get the occasional burn or cut especially in Winter when someone always thinks they’re He-Man tries to chop their own wood.” 
“The sight of blood doesn’t bother me. I’ve dealt with more crashes and gunshot wounds in the ER than ear aches.” 
“Well I hope our little clinic won’t be too slow for you, Y/N.” 
“Not all, Dr - I mean Sam. “ You smiled sheepishly. “I think it'll be a nice change of pace.” 
“I’m glad to hear you say that, Y/N.” 
After that Sam did manage to find Dr. Foster, who just like Sam likes to be called by her first name; Jane. 
She was a nice lady who unlike Sam didn’t grow up in this town and was a bit more like you in the way that she also worked in the big city and the major hospitals. She explained how she used to work in the major hospitals with the kind of people who grew severely uppity when you didn’t call them Doctor even while off duty and decided to work somewhere else that had a slower pace to it.  Which is how she met Sam and her now husband who oddly enough is named… Thor. 
“This place will definitely get you if you stay long enough.” Jane chuckled.
“I’m only here till the new year.” You replied and Jane gave you a knowing smirk. 
“I was only supposed to be here for three months. Now I’ve been here for three years. This place unexpectedly grows on you.” 
“And I am hoping to further contaminate Y/N with our charming town by giving her a tour!” Shuri chuckled.
“Wonderful!” Jane smiled. “If you manage to find your way to the flower shop say “Hi” to my husband for me will you? You can’t miss him.” 
Shuri and you smiled and waved goodbye to Jane as you all left her office, before Shuri leaned over to whisper conspiratorially in your ear. “That’s because he’s built like a freaking tree!” Shuri chuckled, making you both laugh.
“Now, that’s something I got to see.” you whispered back. 
“Then let’s go!” shuri said as she linked her arm in yours and you both waved goodbye to Sam and Jane and headed to Shuri’s car which was parked behind the clinic.
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A/N: Ahh! So it starts! I really hope you guys liked the beginning of my story! And are as excited as me for another part! I also promise that baker Steve will show up in the next part and some other fav characters as well! 
Don’t hesitate to reblog and leave comments! It’s honestly what keeps the inspiration going!
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hariosborn · 4 years
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james potter fic recs!!
lily evans, i see you, hear you, and i respect you... but we’re gonna forget about you for a hot minute
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no please don’t say that... by @hello-everyfandom tag yourself, i’m sappy james :(( i just want to attend at least one gryffindor party in my lifetime. thinking of shifting realities :// jkjk i have no free time on my hands :(( but if i ever did, i would for sure visit the marauders and hang out w them in the common room 🥰 hashtag gryffindor pride!
match made by @slytherinquill who is y/n and why does she get all the guys 😔i would hate to have to choose between two boys who like me, but lucky for me no one likes me! as much as it squeezes my heart, i love the fake dating trope with all my heart bc of all the emotions it puts me through - and this one was so well written! love that for the writer, could not be me, i suck at writing <3
too late for love by @futurewriter2000 just the right amount of steam and heartbreak ;( fun fact: i used to only read and write on w**tpad and that was where i read my first hp fanfic after 2 years of being on the app (i had promised myself hp was off limits) and like i was looking on google to see the marauders fancasts and i saw a gif of aaron taylor johnson and i accidentally clicked on it and it took me to a oneshot on this writers page, and i was like “oh well, might as well” and i read it and i was crying and then for a month i was going on incognito tabs to try and read everything on her masterlist and then i caved and got a tumblr and here we are! so shoutout to @futurewriter2000 for being the writer to suck me into this lovely whirlpool that is harry potter fanfiction heehee
numb love by @heloisedaphnebrightmore i love non-cannon stuff because lets face it, my existence is not cannon. but this! this right here! wow! yes! it hurt, but it was worth it! i love how i could still have my own harry potter uni fantasy, but still have it line up with the cannon timeline 🥺
jealous by @writingfortoomanyfandoms short and sweet but dang! my heart did that little b***rflies thingy 😳i think best friend!remus is the best thing ever, and sirius’ little jabs at lovesick james were *muah*
nightmare by @marauder-exe more butterflies! i won’t spoil it - but when the prompt was mentioned (like james used it) i melted onto the floor. i became a puddle of puddy on the floor. i went so soft. i felt like i was in my natural soft girl state. romantic hari was activated :0
summer revelations by @pregnant-piggy YESSS!!! YAAAASSSS!!! SUMMATIIIIME!!! i live in ~la~ and its that kind of nasty hot rn (and during the summer) bc we’re having a heat wave, and i just wish with my entire being, that i could instead spend my summers in the english countryside in a cute french style house with cute boys dancing around their feelings for me. thats the dream right there. y/n has it lucky. i bet she takes that sh*t for granted 😒 jkjk love her! i am her! also i had in mind the exact dress i would be wearing, and bc of the humidity, i’m imagining my curls would be ~activated~ and so my messy bun would just be at peak cuteness <3
pushing the right buttons by @heloisedaphnebrightmore i don’t know why (actually i do) but the word “waist” and the action of “wrapping his arm around your waist” makes me feel something amazing. i’ve learned that my love language is physical touch + affection and this fic has that, and then paired with the idea of someone appreciating my waist just makes my brain go into overdrive. and then shirtless james is obviously a plus as well. 5+ points for that alone. 
uncontrollable wandless magic by @heloisedaphnebrightmore ooo imagine having powers 😏eleven typa beat. (OMG WAIT THE CHARACTER FROM STRANGER THINGS, NOT THE AGE AJKABVKJ)
schemes series!masterlist by @futurewriter2000 OOOO YESSS! this series broke my heart, but like in the best way possible, so its all good. also this fic introduced me to the idea of fantasizing abt mulciber, so i am not complaining. love me some remusxreaderxjamesxreaderxsiriusxreaderxmulciuberxreaderxplatonic!regulusxreader
potter by @mellifluousmalfoy relative of ernie mcmillan??? james potter??? soulmates??? the answer to all of those questions is yes. yes i do. yes i am. yes i is.
a golden lion and the pale blue bird by @remusishotterthansirius im not saying i agree with this authors user, but i a*ree with this authors user. back to the scheduled programming - i love study buddy!remus. like period bestfriend. introduce me to my future mans. you go do that remus. you play matchmaker. go ahead, i give you full permission 😌 
just go by @jamesmydeer i don’t even - i just - when - AGHHH. maybe its like a disease, but i love putting myself through pain via heartbreak stories on tumblr. it gives me a rush. pretending i’m actually in love. its nice ya know? its definitely an obsession, but i think its a healthy one! 
Y’ALL I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DOING MY HOMEWORK BUT I PROCRASTINATED AND MADE THIS LIST! AHHHH
but its okay bc its been a looong time since i made my first post - which also, ty for the nice messages from all the writers mentioned 🥺
hope you liked these recommendations! i’m sorry if you’re a writer and get tagged in like ever single fic rec list i post, i just really like your stuff 🥺
ANYWAYS I HAVE TO GO, I HAVE SO MUCH HOMEWORK TO DO AND SO LITTLE TIME BYEEEEE
happy reading! 
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Screenwriting Challenge Week 1: Brainstorming
Welcome to the beginning of the 7 week script writing challenge! If you missed what this is, this post will fill you in. Since this is the first week, I will reiterate some main points of the original post.
This week is all about brainstorming and concepts. What is your film going to be about? Who are the main characters and what is their goal/conflict? The idea must be large enough to tell a story with a beginning, middle, and end.
There are no restrictions on what the story can be about, but if you are interested in filming your script yourself, I suggest keeping a low budget in mind.
This week is pretty light on the writing, but it’s important to take the time to find a concept that you will be willing to stick with for 7 weeks. (You are allowed to change your idea, but it becomes more difficult to change as the challenge progresses.)
Once you have your ideas, you will craft them into loglines. A logline is a one-sentence summary of the script’s story that gives the reader a sense of what the story is about, and make them want to know more.
The logline should not:
Include character names, unless dealing with known historical figures
Mention the genre
Be vague (i.e. “until a mysterious visitor forces her to face her past”)
Give opinions (i.e. “a thrilling, suspenseful ride”)
A logline should:
Include the protagonist(s), their goal, and the conflict that prevents them from achieving it
Convey a sense of genre/tone without mentioning it explicitly
Provide a clear idea of the main plotline
You can check out sample loglines here!
By next week, July 7, 11:59pm (PST), complete and submit the following:
Write a minimum of 5 different loglines that you would like to develop for your short film. Each logline must include the protagonist and the central conflict. They only have to be 1-3 sentences long. Be excited about all 5 of your pitches!
Submit a picture or pdf via Tumblr, discord, or email ([email protected]). Indicate if you would like feedback from in the submission and I will try to respond within a few days.
Tips for the Week:
Come up with 20-30 ideas and narrow those down to your top 5. It takes a lot of bad ideas to come up with a good one so the more you can write down, the higher the chances of coming up with a really good one.
Set aside time every day to brainstorm, maybe 10 minutes. Even if you just stare at a blank page the whole time, it is good to start forming a daily discipline for your writing. It helps train your brain to think creatively and it helps prevent procrastination. A daily discipline will also help you later when it comes time to write the script.
If you are looking for extra help, feedback, or just want some people to bounce ideas off of, join us on Discord! There is already a lovely group of writers on the server who have been helping each other improve their stories and there is a channel dedicated to just the challenge as well.
For inspiration, you can use the prompts at the end of this post. You can also check out @writing-prompt-s​ for more written prompts as well as @eatsleepdraw and my side-blog @that-film-aesthetic for visual inspiration.
Resources for this week:
Coffee Shop Critique Workshopping Group
Challenge Masterlist
Logline Examples
Brainstorming Techniques
Written Prompts
Happy Writing!
Jules
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hi, peter parker
summary: the four nights spider-man visited your window and the one time he stayed.
a/n: this has been in my drafts since early 2018 and i am in love with peter parker. anyways im so grateful to get to hear back from you guys and i love seeing messages from you lot!!
warnings: none, just fluff 
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To think you had said no to a night out.
You sighed and looked at your phone, your friend Taylor sending you a video via snapchat wishing you were at a friend’s house party. Initially you had declined because of a stressful week at school, but now you were bored out of your mind.
‘Sorry, Tay,’ you texted. ‘Maybe next time.’
Your phone’s clock read three minutes until midnight and you figured it would be best to sleep. You scoffed at the thought of resting when your body’s clock was rendered to stay up until four in the morning - what you had been doing some nights to study for upcoming AP tests. Now that that was out of the way, it’s like your body couldn’t fall asleep until well after midnight.
You groaned to yourself and switched on the small light by your bed. The light was dim enough so it wouldn’t bother the neighbors across from your apartment. Your eyes were closed for a total of, what felt like a millisecond, before you heard knocking on your window.
“What in the world?” you muttered. You stood up from your bed and immediately saw a red mask greet you.
“Hey there! I know this is weird, but you’re the only window with the light on and I really need to stop before I fall. There’s a whole bunch of houses and I need to fix my web shooters,” said the man in the mask, which you knew to be Spider-Man.
You stared at him, unable to comprehend what you were about to do. “Oh, um, sure,” you said before opening your window. You stepped aside and let him in. Spider-Man crawled through your window and landed effortlessly on the carpet, not making a sound.
“That was almost graceful,” you commented. “I’m pretty sure my mom would’ve thought I snuck out.”
“Do you sneak out?” he asked.
“Nah. I’m too lame to try. Do you want water or anything?” He shook his head.
“No, I just need someplace to fix my web shooters. I think they got jammed,” he replied.
“Okay, cool,” you said awkwardly, balancing from one foot to the other.
“Can I sit on your bed?”
“Uh, sure.”
“Do you have a small pick by any chance?”
“I have tweezers?”
“I guess that’ll do.”
You fetched tweezers from your makeup vanity and gave them to him. He instantaneously began working on his web shooters as you stood and watched. His head shot up and he faced you.
“I’m sorry, I never introduced myself. I’m Spider-Man,” he said, extending his hand for you to shake.
“Y/N,” you replied. “Welcome to my humble abode.”i
“Thanks! I really like the board above your bed with all the polaroids. It looks so neat that I fear I might mess it up from all the way over here.”
You laughed and sat beside him. “I’ve been obsessed with taking polaroids for two years now. I made it a point to capture the best memories and fix them into some sort of memory board so I can remember the good times.”
“That’s smart. I wish I was artistic and creative, but I can barely draw a straight line with a ruler,” he said. You watched as he worked and sat in silence for a moment.
“Say, do these web shooters get stuck all the time?”
“Not usually, I just think I haven’t really been able to update them or clean them out. I’ve been busy with all this ‘saving the little guy’ stuff,” he said.
“Is it fun? Being Spider-Man, I mean. You’re practically an Avenger,” you asked.
“I’m technically not an Avenger. Well, not yet. I’ve been working with Mr. Stark for a little bit, but it’s mostly keeping Queens safe for now.”
“Sounds like you’ve got a serious job on your hands.”
You could see the eyes on his mask move like he was smiling underneath. “Yeah, I do. I’m glad people can understand that.”
“So, what kind of things do you do on your day off? I’m sure you’re not always swinging around and hanging out in the homes of strangers.”
He laughs. “No, not really. I don’t know, I hang out with friends sometimes.”
You thought about asking him more, but decided against it. His life outside of being Spider-Man was his own.
“Wow, that sounds pretty mundane. I do pretty much the same, except school’s almost over and I have a month until summer break,” you replied. Spider-Man hands you back your tweezers and fixes the web shooters back on his suit.
“Any fun plans for the summer?”
“As of right now, no, but who’s to say?”
Spider-Man laughed and walked towards your window. “I’m sure you’ll find something fun to do. Thanks again, Y/N.”
“See ya!” you say as you watch him exit the window and swing away.
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Summer was just around the corner. It was another Friday night and you had decided against studying for finals because it seemed that that was all you did in your free time. The sky was getting dark out and you decided to stay in bed tonight and binge watch shows on Netflix, turning your phone on silent. You had enough snacks to last you the entire night and popped your headphones in, pressing play.
It wasn’t long before you heard tapping on your window. Curiously, you stood from your bed and saw Spider-Man.
“You again,” you said playfully as you opened up the window. “What do you need this time?”
“Honestly? I think I need a little break,” he said. “I’d also love to take this suit off, but my identity is something I’d like to keep hidden for a little while.”
“That’s fine,” you replied. “I’m not really in a rush. Not that you need to tell me who you are or anything, ugh, you get what I mean.”
Spider-Man laughed and pointed at your window and you nodded, watching as he climbed his way through.
“Can you even breathe in that thing?” you asked, pointing at his mask.
“Oh, yeah! It’s a breathable material and lets oxygen pass so I’m not always suffocating myself. That’s how I’m able to keep the mask on at all times.”
“Interesting,” you said, sitting on your chair by your desk as he took a seat on your bed.
“Studying for finals?”
“More like procrastinating. Well, all I do is study and I deserve a break,” you said.
“That you do. Final season is coming up and I’m dreading having to -”
“Wait, you’re in school?” you asked, interrupting his speech.
Spider-Man looked at the ground, the walls, and anywhere but your gaze.
“I, uh, yeah?” he said with uncertainty, scratching the back of his neck.
“If you think I’m going to look all over Queens to find out which school you go to, I’m letting you know now that I won’t. That seems like too much effort and for all I know, that isn’t your actual voice,” you replied, twirling a pen in your hand.
“Phew, thank you,” said Spider-Man, pretending to wipe sweat off of his forehead. “Damn, all of this swinging made me really hungry.”
“You should try the deli down there. It’s called Delmar’s and it’s my favorite sandwich shop. Also, asked for the sandwiches to be smushed! Don’t ask me why, but it tastes better,” you said.
Spider-Man went silent for a moment and you cocked your head to the side, thinking you either said something wrong or he was just really hungry.
“What?”
Spider-Man shook his head. “Nothing, nothing. I’ll be sure to try your suggestion. Anyway, I’ll see you soon!”
And with that, you saw red and blue flying in the wind.
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You were half asleep with your headphones in your ears when you heard a faint ‘thwip.’ Your parents were fast asleep and you had willed yourself to watch one more episode of Law and Order: SVU before getting sleep for your final. Currently, you were on your side with one earbud in (the other having fallen out, but you didn’t care much) and the voice of Olivia Benson could be faintly heard from the volume that could put you to sleep.
You stirred slightly, but not enough to wake you up fully.
Then came a knock on your window. Once. Twice. Three times. You yawned and rolled over to see Spider-Man standing outside your window with nothing but the moon behind him to illuminate your room. You threw the covers off of you and rubbed the sleep away from your eyes, opening the window for him to come in. With it, the chilly wind did not welcome you warmly and you grabbed a sweatshirt from your closet.
“Sorry to wake you,” he said sheepishly.
You waved him off. “It’s okay, Spider-Man. I like your company and you’re probably the only person who I couldn’t bring myself to yell at.”
He put his hands of his heart. “Wow, I’m so touched.”
“You should be,” you said, climbing into the covers and resting your back against your bed frame. “What brings you to this part of Queens at this ungodly hour?”
“It’s only nine thirty,” Spider-Man deadpanned. You shrugged.
“What can I say? A girl really needs her beauty sleep before her last final.” Spider-Man’s autonomic eyes seemed to narrow as if her were in thought.  
“Oh shoot, that’s tomorrow? I’m sorry for bothering you,” he apologized. You laughed and shook your head, patting the bed for him to rest on. Spider-Man gently put his knees on the mattress and situated himself so he was laying on his side, looking at you.
“It’s okay, Spidey. You already know I love your company. Besides, it’s only nine thirty,” you mocked. Spider-Man laughed and the room fell into a comfortable silence. “What’s on your mind?”
“Nothing really,” he began, but you looked at him with a knowing expression. “Okay, a lot but that’s for another day when we have more time. I’m just thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life and I’m grateful it was you whose room I stumbled into and not some mean old lady.”
“I’m happy you came here too,” you confessed. “This is probably gonna sound weird but...your visits are something I look forward to. I don’t know, I just feel like I opened up to you much quicker than any of the friends I have at school.”
“I feel the same way,” he said, sighing. “I don’t know, it’s just hard being two people at the same time. Even though you don’t know my real name yet, you know more about me than anyone else does.”
“And that’s something I will cherish forever,” you said, stroking his cheek with your hand. “I’m really happy I met you.”
“I can say the same,” he replied. But before he could make himself more comfortable, Spider-Man pushed himself off of the bed and adjusted his web shooters before seeing that you had tucked yourself in. Spider-Man smiled and his autonomic eyes grew wider as he bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You could barely feel his lips.
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
iv
You groaned, slamming your door shut and planted your face into a pillow, wanting to forget the world had ever existed. It was a hot summer night and your mother had just let you know that she and your father would be staying at a friend’s for the week, but that you couldn’t join them this time. You probably should’ve been happy to have the apartment alone, but the last thing you wanted to be was alone.
Spider-Man hadn’t come by your apartment in nearly a month and you had started to grow increasingly worried about the boy who you couldn’t get out of your mind. Every time you thought about the possibility of dating, you immediately shook that out of your head for two reasons: the first being he’s a superhero and you were a regular New York citizen, and the fact that you didn’t know his name or what he looked like. You’d never pressure him, but that didn’t mean you were dying to know.
The sun was almost set when your parents left and you hadn’t had the decency to move from where you flung yourself. There was a tapping sound from the window and you knew who it was.
“It’s open!” you mumbled from your pillow, where you had curled yourself so you could continue in your self wallowing.
“Who dragged the cat in?” Spider-Man asked with a chuckle. You looked at him as if you hadn’t seen him in years and got off of your bed, letting your arms snake its way around him. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and let yourself revel in this moment. “You okay?”
“I was worried,” you said quietly. “You usually go no more than a few days of being gone but it’s been nearly a month, and I know I don’t have any right to worry, and that you were probably really busy, but I was really worried.” Spider-Man let out a soft chuckle and held your body closer to his, letting his chin rest on top of your head.
“You have every right to be worried, Y/N. I’m touched that you care so much. I-I’ve been a little stressed with my personal life and haven’t been able to patrol as often and I didn’t have much energy to swing to your place. I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay,” you replied. “I’m just relieved to find out you aren’t dead.”
Spider-Man laughed. “Say, what are your parents gonna think if they find me in your room?”
“Well, they’re gone this week so there’s no way that’s happening.”
“Oh, well lucky me, I guess,” he said nonchalantly as he let himself rest on your bed. He plopped himself in the middle, his back resting against the mattress as you chuckled. “Come lay with me.”
You didn’t say anything as you climbed next to him and willed yourself not to put your entire body on him, but Spider-Man pulled you to his side and held you tight.
“I had this nightmare that you needed me and I couldn’t save you,” said Spider-Man. “I was in a really weird place and felt like I couldn’t leave my house but last night was the last straw. You were falling and I couldn’t save you. I needed to see you again just to make sure.
His voice got weaker and you put your head on his chest, finding his hand to squeeze it to let him know you understood.
“Sometimes I think this gig is too much for me. I feel like I shouldn’t have been given these abilities but at the same time, I’m grateful for all the things it’s given me. Like you.”
“I’m here,” you whispered.
You both stared at the ceiling for a while, basking in each other’s company. You would faintly feel his heart beating through his suit and he was rubbing soothing circling on your hip with his thumb.
“You know,” you said, hesitantly while propping yourself up with your elbows. “You could stay for the night since my parents are gone.” Your eyes widened as soon as you said it. “I-I mean that in the most innocent way possible.”
Spider-Man laughed and looked at you with his autonomic eyes, letting a comfortable moment pass as he thought about your offer.
“I think I’d have to let some people know I’d be safe first, but I’d like that.”
It grew quiet between you two and you didn’t know what was to come next. Slowly, you moved your body to sit up and he followed suit, wondering what you were planning.
“Do you trust me?” you asked.
“I trust you,” he confirmed. You moved your hand towards his mask and you could already sense his body tense up, especially when you moved the mask up his face. You stopped for a brief moment, but he didn’t stop you. You kept lifting the mask until it rest gently above his nose and leaned in to place your lips on his.
The kiss was gentle and searing at the same time, like you both had been wanting to do something for a while but hadn’t until that very moment. It was passionate and innocent, slow and fast. It wasn’t rushed; you held his jaw with both hands, afraid that he was going to leave the second you pulled away. His lips moved in conjunction with yours and didn’t part until you both ran out of air.
“I’ve been meaning to do that for a while,” he said, not bothering to pull his mask down. You laughed and looked at him as he took off his web shooters and pulled his mask off his face.
“Hi, I’m Peter Parker.”
To say you were surprised was an understatement. Spider-Man was cute.
“Holy shit, you’re hot,” you whispered more to yourself. Peter laughed and your cheeks developed a pink tint.
“I happen to think you’re also hot,” Peter said with a chuckle before pressing another kiss to your lips.
“Hi, Peter Parker,” you said with a grin.
“Hi, Y/N Y/L/N,” he said with a grin equally as big.
“I don’t really know what I imagined under the mask, but you’re much cuter than what I had expected,” you said. “Let me go get some of my brother’s extra clothes. He lives in Los Angeles now but we still have some of his stuff!”
Peter smiled at you as you walked out of your bedroom and took the time to look around, letting himself bask in the moment that was pure bliss. How you were going to introduce him to your parents, he didn’t know. But Peter knew he didn’t want to let you go any time soon.
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Taglist
@kath94210​ @sessi03​ @olliekookie​ @edgyhargreeves​ @simonsbluee​ @meraki--me @sleep-i-ness​
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Chantelle-x0x MCU Writing Challenge 🖤
So for the longest time I’ve wanted to do this because I’m always participating in writing challenges, but I’m a procrastinator so that’s self explanatory. Anyway, this is a song writing challenge (because finding new songs is awesome) with different genres, but there are obviously rules so, here you go with the guidelines  x (Sorry for the amount of rules. They’re really easy to follow though, I promise!) Also, I’m going to make a masterlist once I have like, 5 fics submitted x
All links are lyric video links
One song per person
Two people per song
(I really hope those first two rules are easily understood)
Send me an ask with your song choice and the pairing
Send two songs just incase your first choice is already taken
No underage relationships, no incest and nothing too graphic. Tag accordingly!
No smut! I’m sorry if you don’t like this rule, but it’s a must, however, you can 100% include suggestive content and stuff based around that, but no smut please and thank you!
Pure angst, pure fluff, angsty-fluff, fluffy-angst etc. is all welcome! 
Songs are categorised, but don’t feel obligated to keep it that genre. Play with the song however you want!
Tag me in your fic and tag your fic #chantelle-x0x-songchallenge. If I haven’t reblogged it in 24 hours, send it to me via messages
If the fic is over 500 words, add a read more
Must be an OC or a Reader insert
Some parings include: Chris Evans, Steve Rogers, Pre-serum Steve, Sebastian Stan, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor, Scott Lang, Peter Parker, Tom Holland, Peter Quill, Loki, Tom Hiddleston, Tony Stark and T’Challa (Include in the ask if you want to do a pairing other than these, has to be part of the MCU though)
Avengers x Reader is fine, and Platonic!(character) x Reader is awesome as well! Dad!(character) x Daughter!Reader is cool and so is having the reader and character as parents is great as well! AU!ships are accepted!
Endgame spoilers are allowed, but tag them!
You don’t have to be following me, but follows are nice.
I think that’s all, thank you for reading all these rules! Songs are under the cut, and have fun writing!
Due by the 7th of September
Angst
7 Minutes - Dean Lewis
Sunflower (Sierra Burgess) 
I Love You - Billie Eilish | @lexiamarv w/ Chris Evans (x OC)
Dancing with a Stranger - Sam Smith & Normani | @hairdye-enthusiast w/ Steve Rogers
you were good to me - Jeremy Zucker & Chelsea Cutler
Forever - Lewis Capaldi | @flatbottomholland w/ Bucky Barnes
Call Your Girlfriend - Clara Mae
I Don’t Wanna See You With Her - Maria Mena
My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion
Don’t Call Me Up - Mabel
Only You - Cheat Codes & Little Mix
Let Me Go - Hailee Steinfeld & Alesso ft. Florida Georgia Line & WATT
Dear Society - Madison Beer
Why - Shawn Mendes
All These Years - Camila Cabello | @marveling-chrisevans w/ Steve Rogers
Fluff
Falling like the Stars - James Arthur
Hold My Girl - George Ezra
I Think I’m In Love - Kat Dahlia
If I Can’t Have You - Shawn Mendes
I Don’t Care - Ed Sheeran & Justin Bieber
If We Never Met - JOHN.k
Never Really Over - Katy Perry
Sometimes - Ariana Grande
Me! - Taylor Swift & Brendon Urie
Woke Up Late - Drax Project & Hailee Steinfeld
Rock Bottom - Hailee Steinfeld & DNCE
In The Dark - Camila Cabello
Disney
Tale as Old as Time - Beauty and the Beast
You’ve Got a Friend in Me - Toy Story
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Cinderella
A Whole New World - Aladdin | @buckygrantbarnes w/ Bucky Barnes
Can You Fell The Love Tonight - The Lion King
Love is an Open Door - Frozen
When Will My Life Begin - Tangled
I See the Light - Tangled  |  @cevansgirl w/ Chris Evans
Reflection - Mulan
Speechless (Naomi Scott) - Aladdin (2019)
This is Me - Camp Rock 
I’m going to tag some people that may be interest: @whiskey-cokenfanfic, @the-everlasting-dream, @holy-captain, @mercuryriver, @celestialparker, @queen-of-the-avengers, @sincerelyfan, @sgtevanstan (I don’t have many people I talk to in the fandom, heh.)
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Valentine’s | 3
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You feel like your friends are expecting too much from this party. But, then again, neither do you expect somehow being swept off to Taehyung’s bedroom.
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: college!au, fluff, a bit of angst mayhaps?
warnings: Tension™
word count: 4.1k
a/n: it’s here! It’s finally here! I’ve procrastinated on this for long enough now (woops), I really hope you’re excited for the continuation of this series and that it lives up to your expectations! I’m excited to share it with you and hear what you think :D
I’m tagging @nambewb and @namiiy to let them know it’s here, just let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part too♥
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“I still can’t believe this is happening,” says May on Friday night, standing in the kitchen of the frat house as you pour yourself drinks. A heavy bass penetrates the walls and you hear people cheering, shouting at someone to chug something, though you’ve already seen it happen twice since coming in, so the three of you simply ignore it.
April lets out a sigh and shakes her head, smiling at you as you pour some vodka into your red solo cup. “You are so going to get some tonight.”
You narrow your eyes at her. “That’s not really in the plan, you know,” you say, quirking an eyebrow as you raise the cup to your lips and take a sip. Of course, your words go ignored by both of your friends – they’ve been giddy about this party for the past three days now and nothing you’ve said or done seems to have changed that in any way.
“Is that why you wore that camisole?” April shoots back, an eyebrow raised.
You glance down at your torso, though you know damn well what you’re wearing. You pull on the black camisole, which is partially hidden underneath the ‘snazzy’ jacket May has made you wear. “I happen to like this one.”
She narrows her eyes at you. “There’s a reason why I tried to throw it in a fire,” she says pointedly. “And the reason is that it sucks.”
“Who even cares?” May interjects, looking up at you as she snatches a beer off the counter. “All the more reason for him to rip it off her,” she continues with a grin, raising the bottle in a toast.
Rather than continuing your futile protest, you burst out in bitter laughter, burying your face in your free hand and shaking your head. “I hate you all so much.”
April ignores your words, sighing dreamily. “I just can’t believe this is the day you finally move the fuck on from he-who-must-not-be-named,” she says, swishing her drink around in her bright red cup. “365 days exactly. I mean, I’m not saying it shouldn’t have happened a lot sooner, but it’s amazingly poetic.”
“It’s not 365 days exactly,” you weakly shoot back, at which April just rolls her eyes.
“I’m counting from the date you found the coward’s note, not when he wrote the damn thing.”
You shrug, fumbling with the label on the bottle of vodka in front of you, trying not to think back to the apologetic but ruthless words you’d read on the paper. Typed in the standard Calibri font, printed and hurriedly folded, all crinkled from being stashed away at the bottom of your backpack for three days. It was almost like being dumped via text, only a hundred times worse.
You scowl at the memory. “I don’t even like poetry,” you mumble, taking a larger gulp from your drink, face contorting as the alcohol burns your throat on its way down. You grab a bottle of coke and pour more in your cup, hoping to water the vodka down.
April flicks the back of your hand, leaning against the counter. “Always so eloquent.”
“Can we please just stop talking about this?” you say with a sigh, putting away the coke to sip on your drink once again, concluding it tastes much better now.
“Not until you admit you have a big-ass crush on Taehyung,” May replies, glaring at you. “You shouldn’t let the dickfaced demon mess with your head, you know. Especially after a whole year.”
“I’m not!” you protest immediately, but the pointed looks both your friends send you make you rethink your words, rubbing your forehead. “I’m not,” you weakly repeat. Another set of pointed looks thrown your way, and you sigh deeply. “Okay, I might be,” you finally admit. “I just don’t –” You stop yourself, sighing again and shaking your head. “Let’s just get drunk and move on from this. I’ll go wallow in self-pity later, okay?”
“Nah-ah,” April says, a bright grin spreading over her face as she pushes herself off the counter, softly beginning to sing, “Y/N and Taehyung sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” She repeats it again and again and again, voice growing louder and louder, and she raises her cup and twirls through the kitchen as if it’s the best bop she’s heard in her lifetime. You can’t help but laugh at the sight, especially when May joins in, acting like you’re in your dorm and there’s no chance of anyone interrupting you.
“I’ve opened the door to first grade,” a disbelieving voice suddenly says from the kitchen’s doorway, making you all freeze in your tracks, slowly turning to the person who interrupted you, now walking towards the counter for a refill.
May is the first to break the slightly awkward silence. “Yoongi, right?” she says casually, clearly hoping to make him forget what he just saw.
The guy in question nods, briefly glancing at the three of you from underneath his lashes as he scans the bottles stalled out on the counter. He pulls a face when his hand passes the bottle of tequila and you snicker a little, mind flashing back to the story Taehyung had told you on Valentine’s night. “Something funny, new girl?” he inquires, narrowing his eyes at you.
You slowly shake your head, though you can’t help but snicker again.
It takes Yoongi a moment. His eyes flash back to the counter, then to you, your pursed lips and rosy cheeks, and it seems to dawn on him. “Don’t tell me he told you,” he says through an exasperated sigh.
You keep your lips pursed in an attempt not to burst out in laughter, shaking your head again, but Yoongi sees right through it. Anyone would – you’re a little too tipsy to be discreet at the moment.
“I’m going to kill him,” Yoongi huffs, shaking his head in disappointment as he pours himself a hearty cup of rum with a tiny bit of coke. “I’m actually going to murder that guy.”
“Let him kiss her first, will you?” April butts in, leaning her elbow on your shoulder. Your mouth falls open and you lightly hit the back of her head, but she doesn’t budge.
Yoongi just snorts, taking a large sip from his drink, decidedly not flinching as the alcohol makes its way down. “I’ll do my best,” he replies, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Though he might just choke on his tongue when you talk to him again.”
You look back at Yoongi with wide eyes, too stunned to say anything back.
“All the more reason to go up to him, right?” May tells you, patting your shoulder. “Saves Yoongi over here some tedious work and a hefty prison sentence.”
“Cheers to that,” Yoongi adds, raising his cup and taking another large gulp, refilling it when he puts it back down.
Narrowing your eyes at May, you huff. “Because you’re all about efficiency, aren’t you?”
She just sends you a smile, nodding seriously. “Oh, definitely.”
“You?” you repeat in disbelief, eyebrows shooting up. “The May who butters her toast with a spoon when she doesn’t want to clean the knives?” you continue, tilting your head. “The one who tried to make frozen yoghurt because she didn’t want to leave the dorm to buy it at the store literally next door? That May?”
“The one and only,” she says with a grin, not one ounce of confidence lost. In the corner of your eye, you see Yoongi chuckle as he screws the cap back on the bottle of rum.
You hum with a disbelieving look on your face, looking back at Yoongi. “Anyways,” you begin, though you don’t really know where you want to go with that sentence – just away from this damn topic. “How are you –”
“He’s in the living room,” Yoongi interrupts, putting the bottle of rum back on the counter. “Thought you might want to know before we get into the small talk.” He raises his cup once more and saunters out of the kitchen, leaving you in a flustered silence, while you see your friends exchange mischievous looks. And before you can try to get yourself together, April and May are pushing you out into the living room, locating Taehyung before you can even blink and pushing you into his direction with twinkling eyes and wide smiles.
You stumble and find purchase against the wall, just inches away from Taehyung, who has his back turned to you as he talks to a group of friends. For a moment, you just stand there, looking back at your supposed best friends, who are wildly gesturing for you to turn around and get his attention. You shake your head and make a cutthroat motion, glancing over your shoulder to see he hasn’t turned around or noticed you in any way, and you look back at your friends, planning on walking back, or perhaps running out the front door to really be done with it.
Then suddenly, a ping pong ball comes flying out of nowhere and you dodge it, your eyes following its trajectory until it bounces against the back of Taehyung’s head. He turns, eyes falling on you a second later. You just smile at him, fighting the urge to spin around and flip off April and May – the culprits behind all of this, no doubt.
“Y/N!” he calls over the music, a wide smile on his face. “Good to see you again!” You notice he gives you a quick once-over, smile unfaltering. “I like your camisole,” he remarks, pointing to it.
Ha, throw it in a fire, my ass. “Thanks!” you say in reply, your smile starting to feel more natural now, though your hands are growing clammy. “It’s good to see you too,” you add, fingers fiddling with the red plastic of your cup.
He smiles, and you feel your worries melt away. “So, how are you liking the party?” he asks, leaning his shoulder against the wall. “Bored yet?”
You grin up at him, lifting your cup to eye height. “How can I be bored when there’s free alcohol?”
He laughs, shaking his head. “And here I thought my stories taught you something,” he says, feigning considerable disappointment.
“I’ll pay more attention next time,” you promise, lightly patting his shoulder.
Smiling at you, he nods firmly. “Good to hear that, Y/N. I aim to educate,” he says, taking a sip. Half of his face might be hidden behind his cup and the lighting in here is pretty bad – but you swear you see his cheeks are flushed red.
It’s just the alcohol, you tell yourself.
“Oh, by the way, speaking of those stories…” you start with a sheepish smile. “I might have accidentally told Yoongi you told me the frozen pizza story and now he might be slightly annoyed.”
His eyes widen as soon as the words leave your mouth, then dart around the room. “You did?” he asks, searching, searching, searching... and then freezing in his tracks.
“Yeah?” you answer cautiously, turning to look over your shoulder at the thing that’s gotten Taehyung so wide-eyed – and you spot Yoongi. He’s standing across the room but looking at the two of you, one eyebrow cocked, a lazy smirk teased over his lips. When he makes eye contact, he calmly lifts his cup and chugs its contents, wiggling it afterwards for good measure.
“Fuck,” Taehyung breathes. “What did he get himself? Do you remember?” he asks frantically, looking back down at you.
Taken aback by this sudden change of tone, you stammer a little, trying to remember what it was that Yoongi poured into his cup. “Rum!” you exclaim once your memory finally clears up. “Rum, he got rum.”
Taehyung lets out a shaky breath, gently taking your cup out of your grip and putting it away along with his own. He then takes your hand, which sends a jolt of electricity up your arm, upping your heart rate considerably. “Y/N,” he starts, taking a breath. “We need to get out of here.”
“What?” You look over your shoulder again. Yoongi has now retrieved a bottle of tequila from somewhere and, while the look on his face is relatively neutral, the fact that the guy next to him is pulling a concerned, empathetic face at you sends a shiver down your spine. “Why?” you ask anyway.
“He’s going to make me –”
“Hey, Tae!” Yoongi suddenly shouts, his voice loud enough to be carried across the room, audible even over the music. Taehyung’s hand tightens around yours as Yoongi takes a step forward, heading towards you…
And then you’re dashing off.
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You’re panting when the door slams closed behind you, your legs finally getting some rest now that Taehyung’s pulled you into the safety of whatever room this is.
“I think we escaped him,” he concludes as the both of you catch your breath, leaning your back against the now locked door. After a few more seconds of silence seem to support that conclusion, Taehyung leans away from you to switch on the lights to illuminate the room.
It’s relatively small but bigger than the one you sleep in. Various paintings, most of them by Van Gogh, are printed out on thin paper and pasted to the yellowish walls, accompanied by tons of pictures of Taehyung in different places, posing with different people – the only common thing in these photos is his boxy smile. A small desk is situated against the wall, with a laptop and some notebooks strewn about its surface, small handwriting filling the pages. A pile of clothes is draped over the chair that sits at the desk.
“So Yoongi’s that bad, huh?” you remark, still leaning against the door, not quite knowing what to do with yourself.
He laughs and nods, brushing past you to fall onto his bed, face first. You decide to find a seat too, and you pull out his desk chair and sit down on it, trying not to press too much on the clothes draped over the backrest. You hear a heavy bass booming right below you, though it’s silent out in the hallway, which does seem to indicate you’ve escaped whatever punishment was in store for you – for now.
“Rum Yoongi is a vengeful guy,” Taehyung explains, rolling over and sitting up.
“Sorry,” you say with an apologetic smile.
He smiles and waves your apology away. “It’s fine, we’ll be cool in like an hour.” When your eyebrows shoot up in curiosity, he continues, “Rum Yoongi is also a forgetful fellow.”
You snicker at his words, crossing your legs. “So what do you think he would’ve made you do?”
“That bottle of tequila?” You nod slowly, eyebrows raised as you wait for him to continue. “Yeah, he definitely would’ve made me chug the whole thing.”
“What, can’t hold your alcohol?” you joke, grinning at him.
He simply narrows his eyes at you, planting his hands on his bed for support as he leans back. “Don’t make me prove it and pass out in the backyard again,” he shoots back, staying serious only briefly, until you snort and he lets out a laugh. “No, in all seriousness, I wasn’t really looking to get drunk tonight.”
“Don’t feel like the hangover tomorrow?”
He looks at you for a second with a thoughtful expression, seems to hesitate in giving you an answer. But then he replaces that expression with a small smile, nodding. “Something like that, yeah,” he replies softly, clearing his throat and averting his eyes.
“Plus, you probably don’t want to get thrown out a window, right?” you say, mind flashing back to the other drinking story he told you on Valentine’s.
He looks up at you, confused for a moment, though his face then clears up and he smiles. “Yes, that too,” he confirms, nodding. “Oh, I should show you the crime scene of that once we’re out of here!”
You chuckle, raising your eyebrows. “Crime scene?”
“Oh, yes,” Taehyung says with a grin. “It’s Jungkook we’re talking about here, so of course he had to make a whole thing out of it. He stole Seokjin’s crime scene tape and had an absolute field day.”
You chuckle, deciding not to ask why someone would have crime scene tape in their possession, and why he’d talk so casually about it. “This frat sounds absolutely wild,” you mutter, more to yourself than to Taehyung, though he smiles and nods in reply. Propping your feet up on his chair to hug your knees, you add, “Isn’t it ever too much?”
He laughs, looking down at his lap. “It can be, sometimes,” he admits, looking back up at you. “But that’s why there are coffee shops, right?”
You nod. “Yeah, just for frat bros that want some rest from their frat, and people who write screenplays.”
He laughs, nodding. “And people who are alone on Valentine’s.”
Feeling a soft smile break out, you nod absently. There’s a short silence, and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears as you just… stare at each other. You feel the blood rush up to your entire face as his eyes stay on you, and you take a breath.
“Is there something on my face?” you mutter, unable to avert your eyes from his.
He blinks, seeming to jump out of the trance the both of you were in. “No, I just uh… I was thinking…” He sighs and shakes his head. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way or anything.” The words, the way he says them, the look on his face – they all make you nervous, anxious, even. “Just trying to figure out if you’re here because you wanted to come, or because your friends forced you to.”
Internally, you’re screaming at yourself for being so overtly awkward that he not only noticed it, but that he also seems to be genuinely concerned about it.
Externally, though, you just smile and fidget with your fingers. “Bit of both, I guess,” you confess, cautiously looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes.
A smile is teased across his lips as he tilts his head, a curious look washed over his face. “How come?”
You shrug, looking down at your hands as you play with the denim fabric of your jeans. There’s a ton of different ways you could word the reply, but only a few that won’t ruin the mood. As if there is any in the first place. “I guess they just know when I need to be pushed out of my comfort zone,” you finally say, lifting your head to look at him.
“So I’m outside of your comfort zone, huh?” he teases with a kind smile, drawing a bit of laughter from you.
“Any crush is outside of my comfort zone.”
As soon as the words tumble out of your mouth, your eyes widen and you freeze. Your face reddens and you feel like you could literally fall through his bedroom floor right now, straight into the crowd of partygoers below – and it would still be less embarrassing than this.
You swore to yourself you’d never let yourself go like this again. With the shit you went through last year, when you’d been broken up with through letter and ignored afterwards, you promised yourself you would never put your heart out there again. You’d taught yourself to hate the couples around you, to be disgusted with their public displays of affection, the Instagram posts and the Facebook photos – all so you wouldn’t even be tempted.
All so you wouldn’t feel that pressure on your lungs and the tight feeling in your muscles, the jittery feeling you get when you’re looking at Taehyung, who looks no less shocked with your words than you. He was just being friendly and you fucking ruined it.
"I’m so sorry, that was weird, forget what I said,” you quickly breathe out, getting up from his desk chair and putting it back where it was. “I’ll just uh… go downstairs to check up on Yoongi and his revenge plan,” you add as your hands drop to your sides, balling up into fists, fingernails etching crescent moons into your palms. “Bye!” you finish, rushing towards the door and turning the lock.
“Y/N, wait,” he calls pleadingly and you stop in your tracks, hand hovering over the doorknob. You hear the duvet rustling, then footsteps coming towards you. You could still escape this hell, you know you could. You just have to open the door and run – but you don’t.
You turn to look up at him instead, heart pounding out of your chest along with the bass that penetrates the whole house.
“Did you mean that?” he asks, his brown eyes soft and inquiring, awaiting your answer seemingly without judgement.
You hesitate. Should you be honest, should you lie? Should you try to spin this one way or another, or should you just run and hope you never see him again?
Before you can overthink it too much, he takes the hand that is still hovering above the doorknob, gently bringing it down to your side and letting go. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that this is way outside of your comfort zone,” he says with a soft smile.
You sigh, closing your eyes as you nod. “Just a little.”
“So be honest,” he mutters, his deep voice humming in your ears. “You’re here anyway.”
Your eyes flutter open and you look at him, a sense of calm washing over you when he sends you an encouraging smile, a reassuring nod.
And so, with ever-growing nerves in your belly, you take a breath. “Yeah, I meant that,” you whisper, though you don’t know why you’re talking so lowly. “But I really hope that that won’t change anything. I just –” You sigh, shaking your head, stopping yourself before you go into rant mode. “I don’t know. I just like hanging out with you.”
A smile tugs at his lips and he takes a breath, letting it back out. It fans over your face, allowing you to pick up the scent of raspberry and vodka, and you briefly wonder what he would actually taste like. Quickly stopping yourself while you’re ahead, you avert your eyes.
“Actually,” Taehyung starts, drawing your gaze back to him. “I –”
“TAE!” someone suddenly shouts, making the both of you jump a mile in the air, startled apart. “COME DOWN, HOSEOK DRANK TOO MUCH AGAIN!”
Taehyung closes his eyes and lets out a breath. “Coming!” he shouts into the hallway, turning back to you. “I guess he got his revenge some other way,” he mutters with a bitter smile, although you’re a bit confused by the comment. “Look, before I go, I just need to say –“
“TAE!” the same voice shrieks again, and he lets out another sigh, shaking his head, muttering something you can’t quite make out.
“Yes, yes, coming!” he repeats to the closed door, then looks down at you. “I’m so sorry, I’ll be right back, okay?”
Dazed, you nod, and soon enough, you’re left in Taehyung’s room to yourself, alone with your thoughts. Great. You sigh, looking around, pondering whether you should sit down and wait for him here, though there’s one screaming question that completely overpowers any ability to think clearly about that.
What the hell was he going to tell you?
You couldn’t read anything in his face that would indicate in some type of way what his intentions were, how he actually felt about this stupid fucking crush you’d confessed to. What you do know for damn sure, though, is that he simply left without giving you any indication of what you could expect – and the only reason you can come up with is that he just didn’t know how to break some bad news to you, that he didn’t know how to tell you he didn’t quite feel the same way.
With a groan, you bury your face in your hands, shaking your head. Why did your brain just decide to make you utter those words? What in the world told you that it was the right time and place to break the news to him when you didn’t even want to admit it to yourself?
As the bass continues to boom through you, you drop your hands back to your sides, glancing at the door, now ajar. You should save him the trouble of rejecting you outright, save yourself from the embarrassment of having to look him in the eye while he does it.
You need to get out of here.
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Legacy [Naruto Reader-Insert]
You’re definitely a Yamanaka, aren’t you?
Family and Village secrets run rampant. All you wanna do is survive long enough to see Naruto become Hokage and to find out who you really are.
[Fem! Reader x Various]
Warnings: Long plot. Slow-burn. The slowest of the burn.
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Chapter 9 Trouble in Paradise
A/N: Gave up on formatting.
You wake up to the sensation of several somethings hitting and tickling a few parts of your face. You grunt and try to brush whatever that's hitting your face away but they just kept bouncing back to tickle you.
Then you hear someone groan beside you. It is a very familiar voice, with a particular timbre to it that you recognize. Hound? Your mind went into overdrive. What is he doing here? Where am I?
You quickly roused to consciousness and your bleary eyes finally recognized the room that you're in. There's no mistake. It's Brother's hospital room.
Hound's head lolls onto your shoulder and from your angle you could see a peek of his features underneath his mask. He definitely looks younger when he's sleeping.
Your opinion of his features have not changed since 3 years ago, you still think he's quite attractive despite half of his face and eyes are hidden by a face-cloth (mask? You didn't really know what to call it anymore). You still don't know why he hides his face.
To be honest, he still has that sort of child-like purity about him, but only while he is asleep.
You reach out with your fingers to brush his hair out from his eye but he stops you.
You jump in your seat.
"Uhh. Good morning?" You say with a hint of nervousness in your voice.
"Mm. Morning." Hound looks up at you with bleary eyes. You don't think his brain is functioning yet
He's speaking in that 'super-sexy-i-just-woke-up-drawl'. It sends small shivers down your spine and you don't really know why that elicits a reaction out of you. 
Maybe you had a thing for deep voices.
"Move, your hair is tickling me." You nudge his head back to the opposite side of his chair. Hound's head rolls back and he just makes some noncommittal grunts when he realizes that it's just you. Pushing his head away. Like he is a pest or something (yes, yes he is).
You've never gotten this intimate with anyone before. Or at least been in this intimate position where you wake up to see someone else's face the first thing in the morning. Mother or Brother hasn't slept beside you ever since you were two or three.
The thought is kinda nice, waking up to someone you like but uh. Hound is much, much older than you and he'd be considered a cradle robber (also not family, not age appropriate)
You actually have looked through his files after you vowed to investigate Brother's chaperone. In one of the bingo books the Yamanaka got from a nin from Kiri, they call him Konoha's Loyal Dog ( Seems pretty fitting since his handle is Hound and he handles hounds (ninja-dogs)). You snigger softly at your own joke.
You also refuse to call him by his actual name, at least for now.
You think it's ironic. Dog summoner with a dog-like ANBU handle, who is also suitably monikered as Konoha's Loyal Dog, with capitals. Capitals! The bingo books from other Hidden Villages aren't a joke.
And he's probably going to be assigned to you as your guard dog. Hah!
You hope not. He got pulled out of ANBU to do teaching gigs as a Jounin but he hasn't passed any of his teams yet ( or so you read, in his dossier. Also yes the Yamanaka's keep dossiers on everyone. His is particularly thick.).
He half-opens his eye to give you a tired look and adjusted his body to a more comfortable position. And promptly fell back asleep. You're half laughing internally and half nervous as hell at the absurdity of the situation.
But one question, how on earth is he so comfortable with sleeping in room that has so many vulnerable spots? Then something hits you. This is his home village, he should be able to just relax. Just because he's one of the strongest ninja, doesn't mean he has to be on guard all the time.
This is something that you needed more time ponder on.
You slide out of the chair and give Brother a kiss on the forehead, whispering a soft good morning against his cold skin and ran as fast as you could to the Nara compound.
It's barely dawn so you think you can make it before he wakes up. He's an early sleeper and an early riser, but you think he just likes procrastinating on the bed with his favourite novel before sleeping and he likes the feeling of lying down in bed for a while to watch the clouds and the sky as the sun rises.                                                             ____
Shikamaru gets startled awake by a dull thud by his window. Even though he likes sleeping a lot, he's kinda a light sleeper. He's only pretending to sleep in the academy, what he's really doing with his eyes closed is thinking about random things (and Ino, sometimes).
He grabs the kunai he keeps his pillow and angled it defensively. Unfortunately, he's also quite prepared for situations ( read, paranoid).
The thought that this is a Shinobi village doesn't really cross his mind so the only thing this protects him from is you. And rogue ninja, but he trusts Konoha security. So mostly just you.
He sees you tumbling through his window in a less than graceful way. You land on your feet noiselessly and you strike a pose, like nobody is looking at you. Nobody would if Shikamaru is still asleep. 
He isn't. He's wide awake.
You stare at the Nara boy with widened eyes, looking like he's just caught you staring at one of the older Uchiha boys (back when they were a thing, they are certainly not a thing anymore because you know, Itachi) with an expression of curiosity and infatuation.
In your defense, Uchiha boys are all quite handsome in a traditional way.
And Shikamaru stares back, with an equally shocked expression.
"Uhh, I thought you were asleep." You deadpan, still frozen in that silly pose you decided to strike when you rolled in.
Shikamaru lowers his kunai and gives you the stinkiest eyes he can muster with his half-asleep cognitive functions, "You're really something, you know that mouse? Why didn't you come over to talk yesterday? Choji and I had a big fucking bribe, which you don't get now by the way, laid out for you to make you talk."
"Yeah. Yeah, of course," Your voice got all choked up. "Sorry I couldn't make it, I caught a cold and had to stay in."
It feels nice when your friends worry about you and heck, Shikamaru is a worrier. The biggest worrier you know. And a complainer. You appreciate everything he says because he tells it to you straight. When he's not being the laziest person around.
What you really mean is that you got cornered into a room filled with oppressive people and they had to Intimidate you into reciting the oath under some sort of influence. Mind, body and soul. The same mantra that the Yamanaka Shinobi recite when they're learning how to transfer their soul into someone else via Shintenshin.
Was that the essence of what they wanted to do with the oath and the drink? Hokage's Balls.
Your mind, body and soul belongs to the Yamanaka now since you accepted the oath and you'd have to swear another blood oath to the village once you graduate and become genin.
You were basically trapped into something you couldn't refuse. You can't tell Shikamaru anything though, it's an oath of silence and besides, Keirai probably had someone watching you day and night.
Maybe he is watching you right now.
Shikamaru rolls his eyes and voices out his usual complaint, "Ugh how troublesome. You know I can tell when you're lying right?" Yes he totally can, but he doesn't call you out on it unless it is important. And this is important.
You 'hm'ed and give him a noncommittal shrug, plopping yourself on the foot of Shikamaru's bed. Sometimes you think that the Nara boy would prefer the futon since he has pretty traditional tastes but then again he got a really cushy mattress and it's much more thicker than the fluffiest futon.
You like the futon better. It reminds you not to get complacent and you like sleeping on hard-ish ground.
Shikamaru swings out of his covers in his cotton jammies with little clouds printed on them and sits up. You give him a pointed look and raise an eyebrow, to which he responds with red on his cheeks and an indignant half-shout, "They're my favourite okay? They're really comfy."
You didn't doubt that, but still. An amused giggle escapes from your lips before you know it and he turns bright red again.
"Hey, what did you wanna tell me?" You make yourself comfy on the bed, pulling both your legs up to cross them. The obi sits a little tight on your waist, but you didn't mind.
"Choji and I are worried about you, you idiot mouse. We know something happened all those years ago and you seemed like you were fine until recently when everything friggin' crashed and burned for you like a fireball jutsu gone wrong." He looks at you with those eyes that make you think he is begging you to wake up and see that you can rely on him.
You can. But you don't really wanna talk about how you are being watched 24/7 like you have a camera following your every move and listening to your every word.
The Nara clan has always traditionally been the head of the the Shinobi Counter Intelligence and with Shikamaru's father actually being the head, you don't want to take any chances. See, the difference between the T&I Bureau and SCI is that T&I is mostly an internal affair and SCI handles everything that is external to the village, although both of them will send teams outside to collect intelligence (SCI collects and prevents).
You remember what Shisui had said. Your chakra is different. Noticeable. Every sensor in a 100 mile radius of Konoha will be able to find you. Good for you that you're stuck in a clan specializing in sensors.
You feel really bitter about the whole thing.
"I uh, don't want to talk about it." You look at your lap with sheepish smile.
Shikamaru continues like he didn't hear you say that you don't want to talk about it. "And then Ino comes to me, crying about what you said to her and that's not very nice of you."
It's no secret between Choji and you that Shikamaru has a soft spot for Ino. Maybe a bit more than a soft spot but it's not really a secret anymore. It's been an unrequited crush for more than three years and Ino only has Sasuke Uchiha in her eyes. So uhh. An impasse. Ino doesn't know about Shikamaru's feelings.
You roll your eyes. You're still a little upset at Ino about how insensitive she's been. Just like Father. Mother practically lives at the hospital now. You know that Father has something to do with that. Isolate you, so you don't have anyone to talk to about this.
"I'll deal with her when I've calmed down. Don't you think I deserve some slack after the things that actually happened to me?" You say, plainly. You really didn't come here to be yelled at. Shikamaru will always take Ino's side. He always does.
Would it kill him to take your side sometimes?
Shikamaru sees the expression on your face and he bites back whatever he is going to say next. You look like you are about to cry. 
The sun is about to rise and he's still in his cloud jammies. He throws the covers over you completely, "What a drag, you should stay in there until you apologize to Ino." Shikamaru scratches the back of his head.
"Get out. I'm going to change and I don't want you in the room when I do." Shikamaru finally says after like five minutes of continuous scratching. You're not deaf, you can hear perfectly fine under the blanket.
"Yeah. Yeah, I should go. I'll see you in class, maybe." Your voice comes out a little more choked than you'd like and you proceed to throw the covers over him entirely and focusing your chakra to bring you to the place you haven't visited in two years.
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It's a blur of colours again and you land on your feet in a clearing near the Naka River. You've gotten used to Shisui's brand of Shunshin and you finally figure out how it actually works.
The afterimage is actually a chakra shell the shape of you. As in, you flicker forward so fast that it leaves a thin chakra shell that has your likeness and that's probably how Shisui has the illusion of moving so fast that he is able to make 'clones' of himself.
You slowly trudge towards the roundest rock in the cleaning, a ray of light filtering through the grassy canopy of trees that seem to function as a soft spotlight shining directly over it. It's the only reason why you picked that spot.
You hop up to sit on it, eyes closed to enjoy the gentle warmth that the ray of light brings.
"Hey, Shisui. It's been a while. I know I haven't visited you in a year..." You whisper under your breath and you start talking about the various things that happened to you so far. Like your initiation. And how you don't know how to bring up the Uchiha Massacre to Sasuke.
You had read that he had thrown himself into the Naka River, but his body was never found. You think it's a fitting spot to make a honorary grave for him. youtrynottothinkaboutthefactthattheydidntfindabodythereisnobodyhecouldbealivesomewherehesstillalivethereisnobody
Sasuke became really withdrawn and more broody after the incident to the point where you couldn't say he is fully sane anymore. Sometimes he trains himself so hard that he's on the verge of killing himself.
You know him well enough that every action of his leads up to a singular conclusion. And it's very disconcerting. It honestly worries you a lot. He was broken for a long period of time but that grief turned into anger. He doesn't talk about it nor does he want to.
That was his coping mechanism and you don't know if it's healthy or not (not that your own way of coping is healthy either, but you didn't want to kill yourself constantly. Wait, maybe you did).
You don't expect him to be okay really, his entire family was killed by his brother and he saw. He saw Itachi drive the sword into his mother's body. He saw the bloodthirsty expression Itachi had as he did it. And something in him changed. But mostly, you just want to talk to him about it to really understand what he's thinking about.
You tell Shisui that you really miss him. Even this little glade reminds you of him. You miss the way he smiles at you when you finally got something right. The way his eyes crinkle when you show him some inane thing that you did just because. The way he says your name when he wants to wake you up from a nap.
Yeah, those things you missed. And you couldn't see them anymore.
You're also confused by what Itachi did that night, he was loyal to the Village, loyal to Hound and loyal to the Hokage. His motives confounded you and kept you up at nights mostly. And in those late hours of the night, you see Sasuke ambling around with that look on his face. You know that face that he has when he's brooding.
You spend half your morning catching Shisui up with everything recent about your life and you end up being late to class, which Iruka-sensei doesn't find particularly amusing.
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A Family Attitude Part 5
Warnings, low self-esteem, language maybe, strong Ally
Word Count 1600
Jensen x daughter!reader
Ally!nanny x platonic!child reader 
Summary: YN has a boost of self-esteem.  
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“Hey, Daddy!” YN squealed when she saw Jensen come home on a Thursday night.
“Hey, sweetheart! I missed you.”  He walked further into the living room and watched as his daughter ran into his arms. “You doing good?”
“Yep!” She beamed. “You didn’t have to come home for me, Dad. I’m fine.”
“It was my choice. You don’t need to worry, okay?” He squeezed her tightly and spoke quietly into her ear.
“Okay,” she whispered back.
“You have the day off tomorrow, right?” He leaned back to see her face.
“Yeah, it’s grading day for teachers.”
Jensen grabbed her hand and guided her to the couch and tucked her in next to him. She leaned against his left side.
“I’m assuming you are on top of your homework already. You and me are going to go out and have some fun tonight and then hang out tomorrow. Sound good?”
“Yes.” She calmly smiled.
“When I’m done with you, you’ll see how awesome you are, okay?” He rubbed her back.
“Okay,” she sighed, indifferent.
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The next morning they went to their favorite breakfast spot. YN excitedly ordered the largest plate she could, her dad’s eyes growing wide.
“What? I’m hungry. Dean isn’t the only hungry one in this family,” she smiled. “Besides, I can take home the leftovers and eat it again tomorrow!” YN laughed.
“Okay, okay. I judged too quickly. I’m sorry,” he put his hands up and giggled. Once the waitress had disappeared around the corner, he said,” You’re beautiful. You’re funny and so smart. You’re so driven, and I’m so glad you don’t procrastinate like I do. You definitely got that from your mom,” Jensen grinned, remembering his wife. “She’d be so proud of you, sweetheart.”
“Dad, don’t bring her into this please.” YN took her hand away from her father and looked elsewhere.
“I just- you’re amazing, and I want you to know that.”
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“Come here, YN.” Jensen motioned with his fingers.
They had walked through the door and dropped their things when her father called for her.
“Yeah?” She didn’t move, missing his wanting her to follow him.
“Come on.” Jensen stuck his head out of the bathroom. She walked slowly, recognizing that he was acting strangely. “Face the mirror and-“ YN recognizes his tactics and backed up.
“Dad, I don’t need a confidence lesson.” She stopped outside of the restroom and crossed her arms. Jensen followed her sadly. “Why can’t you see how awesome you are?  I called someone…”
“Dad- what did you do?”
“Ally!” Jensen called for his nanny.  She came down the stairs. “Please do what I asked of you earlier.” She nodded, walked past Jensen, and grabbed YN’s hand.
“What are you doing here? My dad is home, you have the day off.” YN confusedly inquired as she was dragged in front of the mirror in the hall.
“Your dad needed assistance. Mr. Ackles, get over here. You need this too.”
Jensen laughed at her sternness.
Only she can get away with that and be my employee.
“Coming!” He called back.  Jensen walked into the hall.  
“Now you, young lady, are going to listen to me. No running.” She took a beat.  “Look at yourself.” Ally commanded.  YN huffed and gave in.  She looked at her figure staring back at her.  Ally had her hands on YN’s shoulders just in case she tried to leave. Jensen walked in front of the mirror next to Ally.  
“I want you to tell me what features you like about yourself.”  Ally prompted.
“Ally-”
“Shut it, YN.  Tell me.”
“I can’t,” she admitted.
“Ackles, you’re up.  What do you like about yourself?”  Ally asked Jensen.  He was taken aback by her question.
I thought this was about YN.  
“I like my freckles, the color of my hair, and how tall I am,”  he said answered after a few seconds of thinking.  He took over for Ally and tried to give YN some momentum.  “I like your smile.  I love your laugh.  And you have your mom’s nose.”  Jensen grinned as he complimented his daughter.  “Your turn.”
“Umm…” she played with her fingers.
“Okay, hold on.”  Jensen started.  “Look in the mirror, sweetheart.”  He broke down her assignment even more.  Blankly, she followed instructions.  “Do you agree with me?”  He lifted her chin so that they made eye contact via the mirror.  YN shook her head.  “One thing, then.”
“I like my eyes.  They’re exactly like yours,” she said, emotionless.  
“You know what I like?”  Ally asked.  YN looked at her. “I like that you’re taller than me. It makes me laugh because i am the one that is supposed to be taller.  Beyond that, you’re sweet and respectful.  You try and attempt everything at least once.  You listen to me even though I know you want your dad here.  I appreciate that,” Ally said with a kiss on YN’s cheek.  “You will tell each other one thing you like about yourselves every day for a week.” She pointed between both Ackles’.  “Now, I need to go on a hot date, so I’ll leave her in your capable hands, Mr. Ackles.”  Ally concluded.  
“Thank you,” YN whispered.  Ally wouldn’t have heard it for the fact she was right next to her.  The nanny wrapped her arms around YN from behind her.  “I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” Ally spoke softly.  “Be nice to yourself.  I’ll tell you about my date on Monday, okay?” She knew YN would want all the details.
“Okay.” YN grinned and wiped a tear from her eye.  “I need a minute, Dad.  I’m going to my room for a sec.”  With that, she walked into her room.  
“Thank you, Ally.”  Jensen nodded toward YN’s room.  His shoulders relaxed.
“You need to get ahold of this, Ackles.  I love her, but she is your kid.  She wants you.”
“I know.  Thanks for saving me.” He walked her out.  
“You owe me, Ackles.”  Ally beamed.  “You can pay me back with a spoiler for the new season.”  She crossed her arms ready for a playful power struggle.
“No!  You have to wait.  I’ll pay for your hot date tonight.  Here.”  He handed her some cash with a chuckle.  
“I was kidding.  I don’t need anything,” she put it on the entry table.  “I came over because you two mean the world to me.  Now it’s your turn.  Compliment her qualities, she needs it.  She needs a personality boost.  Have a good night, Ackles.”  Ally left the Austin home with a wave.  
———
“No.”
“Mom, it’s my life.” Jensen defended.
“You are not ready. And you just had an intervention with Ally from what I heard from her earlier.  Do not put me in a position where I have to fix YN because you messed her up. Wait to take your relationship with Danneel to the next level until they truly get along.  If you don’t, it will only get worse.  Go ask Jared. I’m sure he has read some article on this or something.”
Jensen rolled his eyes as he spoke to his mother via a voice call.
“Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me, boy.”
“How-“
“I love you, but don’t do this until YN is ready. Please.”
“Fine, Ma. I won’t. I love you.” He hung up the phone as YN walked in and crashed against him on the couch. “You do know that there is like ten feet of couch over there, right? You practically landed on top of me.” He laughed. She snuggled into him without a response. “You’re only quiet when something’s wrong. What’s up?” YN curled into him even more and pulled his blanket over her own body. .
“I just want you.”
“I want you too… what’s going on?” He tried to look at her face but she hid, burying her face in his cotton T-shirt.
“I’m tired. I’m so tired,” she mumbled through the material.
“I’m so sorry. You want to go to bed?” He tried to see her face again but no luck.
“No, I want you.”
“Honey, I’m confused.”
“I want my dad. I want you to tell me I’m fine.”
“Wait, what?  Is something wrong?” Jensen grew more than concerned.
“School is so hard right now. I just want you to tell me it’s okay.”
“Of course. You’re a fantastic student and you will push through because you are dedicated and you care.” He rubbed her back.
“And I want to go to UT.” YN looked up at him.
“Wha- huh?” He looked at her blankly. “You’re fifteen, we don’t have to worry about what school you go to til you’re a senior.”
“I know, but I want to. I have to do good now to get in.” She said, stressed .
“I’m very proud of you, but it’s not worth killing yourself over when you already do well anyway. You gotta pace yourself.” He calmed her. She lied her head back down against his chest.
“No time, gotta do well to-“ she started to stand from the couch.
“Shhh. Come here. Are you done with everything due Monday?” He asked as he pulled her to him.
“Yes, but I have extra credit due Wednes-“
“No. Stay here with me so we can watch some horrible TV.” Jensen joked.
“Dad, I have-“
“I said no, come on, sweetheart. You’ll make yourself sick. Plus I have tons of conventions coming up. I won’t see you as much and I’ll miss you. Just be here with me right now, okay?” She saw the pleading expression on his face.
“Okay, Daddy.” She have a small smile.
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sugar-petals · 6 years
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How do you make your blog known and successful, like what type of posts get the most attention and stuff because I want to get my blog known for the reasons of making my stories and random posts more well known. I just want people to notice my works because that’s what fuels me otherwise I just leave it and procrastinate. Thanks in advance 😊.
Oh, the fame recipe. I’m not the best person to ask since my blog isn’t widely known nor the biggest hit on the stage to use the words of NCT. I stay in the femdom niche that’s true to me even if it means few recognition unless my Namjoon memes go viral out of nowhere again. The story trumps the attention, I write for the cause which is the opposite of your goal. All I observed is: If all you want is blow up, stories are not the sure-fire way — gif makers are the ones getting thousands of notes instead with plenty of reblogs so it really goes around. 
You can bring your fics to some attention via self-reblogs, regular updates, and good organisation (Masterlist!), maybe crosspost on Archive of Our Own, the audience is different and times broader. Baptized has 95 notes here and 4400 on AO3, it could be the other way around as well depending on several factors: exposure, how loved is your genre and pairing (male x male does better than x reader, as does female sub!reader), recent events in the fandom, who forwards your stuff. Networks are key. Join some, kiss asses of big writers if you wanna go the extra mile and do the circlejerk, appease, be unlike yourself, overwork with WIPs that are never finished when you don’t get the feedback (procrastination there), receive hate anons and more ass-kissers, become impersonal with readers, damage your mental health, quit sleep, overshare private life, crack and corrode to dust under the “please update and write it like this and not your way!” pressure. That’s the hard truth. 
The clout writers — whose ambition and productivity is great without a doubt! — I’ve seen are the ones doing this all while penning the most generic of styles. Which is sad, so much sacrifice should yield at least a special story. If you know my angry Writing Corner segment, they meet a lot of criteria for sub-par performance from grammar to construction to word choice and format. It’s not hard to digest, so they get “Laufkundschaft” as we say in Germany, casuals, it’s prêt-à-porter. So, as funny as it sounds: The more you look down on your readers as applause machines or undemanding and stereotypical, the better the odds you will be noticed. Low quality misogyny fics with overused & shady smut tropes — try fuckboys, serial killers, mafias, and other atrocities — ironically take the crown. If you can mold yourself into this, you will self-destruct but get reblogs. It’s either or. This is a cautionary tale that I’ve also had to ponder in earnestness, decide well and take care of yourself.
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Ok, but imagine a FGO x FEH crossover event.
They’re special units, so they likely wouldn’t return until maybe a Legendary banner. Story-wise, their appearance is similar to a Tempest Trial, where Askr and... the Fate universe mesh together via some magic either from the Fate-verse, or FEH-verse.
But imagine the units and their stats and skills. The FEH stat system functions differently from the Fate one, with skills that are interchangeable and removable. Ascension isn’t a thing, since all the power from a unit doesn’t come from boosting the unit, but from the skills.That’s how FE works- number-stats and skills go hand in hand, whereas in Fate, the skills are just... There. useful, yes, but not the center of gameplay.
I made/am making a Google Doc about the Servants that appear in FSN as FEH units, and I might make more units, but currently, 8 units are enough for now. If anyone has anything to add/changes/etc, feel free to PM me! I honestly really enjoy making faux units since comparing the stats is rather fun.
As for a list for who is planned, it’s under the cut, since I plan this post to be a masterlist of sorts of it gets off the ground and doesn’t suffer from my extreme procrastination habits sdkjfhka;sd
Currently, I’m working on:
- Cu Chulainn
- Medea
- Medusa
I’m planning on adding:
- Emiya
- Hercules
- Sasaki Kojiro
- Gilgamesh (maybe. He and Emiya are going to give me headaches because they aren’t archers that use bows >.>)
I have actually finished:
- Artoria Pendragon
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Happy Accident Part VI
Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 1,685
Warnings: Steve being cute, fluff, more fluff, swearing, not quite smut, but THINGS ARE GETTING STEAMY Y’ALL (SMUT coming in Part VII)
Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?
Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE! This is my first ever fic, so please give me feedback in my asks and like/reblog! And I will be taking requests, so feel free to send me some of those. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! On another note, I have to mention @sis-tafics because this fic probably wouldn’t exist without her support. She encouraged me to write this, and I’m eternally grateful. Thanks, Jill! Also thanks to the marvelous @my-emotional-selffor pretty much inspiring me with her KILLLLLLLER Chris Evans fanfic! And thank you to @lonelyvampirequeen for becoming my editor!
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You stretch as you wake up, your back popping in about 100 places. God, that felt nice, you think to yourself. It was 10am on a Saturday, and you didn’t have to be at work until 4. You yawn, picking up your phone to check your notifications. You gasp, horrified to see that you had fallen asleep before sending your text to Steve. He, however, had texted you about twenty minutes ago.
Steve <3: “Good morning, babe. We’re going to head out in about 45 minutes or so. You can go ahead and call me if you’re up before then. If not, I’ll call you tonight when we’re back.”
You open the selfie camera on your phone and fix your hair, making sure you don’t look that bad. You smile as you call Steve via FaceTime. He picks up after the first ring. Your eyes widen as you see him in his stealth soon.
He grins at you. “Hey, gorgeous! Man, am I glad I got to see you before we head out. How’d you sleep?”
“Not nearly as well as I did the night before. The bed was missing something… or someone,” you wink at him.
He groans, “you’re killing me over here, doll. I do have good news, though.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, “oh yeah? What’s that?”
“This is gonna be a fairly quick mission, I should be home tomorrow afternoon or evening,” he grins at you.
You squeal, “well, sweetheart, I think you just made my day. By the way, that outfit you’re wearing now is making me feel a lot of different things,” you wink at him.
Steve looks around, shifting his weight in his seat, “God I can’t wait to get back.”
“Why’s that?” You smirk at him.
“Oh, baby, when I get back, I’m going to love you so hard. I’ll spoil you.”
You moan softly, crossing your legs as you feel wetness between your legs, “Steve, is that a promise?”
“It sure is, doll. Hope you’ll be ready for me tomorrow.” He winks at you.
You look into piercing blue eyes, “honey, I’m ready for you now.”
He reaches down, adjusting himself again, “baby, the things you make me feel shouldn’t be legal.”
You raise an eyebrow quizzically, “and what do I make you feel?” You hear a voice overhead on his end, and he winces.
“That’s a story for another day.”
“Does that mean you have to go?”
He frowns, “Yeah, sorry, babe. I’ll text you once we’re back so you won’t be too worried about me,” he smirks.
You sigh, “okay, honey. Just stay safe, okay? I love you.”
“I promise I’ll be safe. I love you, doll!” Steve grins as he hangs up.
You set your phone down as you take out your laptop and start to do homework. You do everything except your paper, procrastinating since it’ll be your hardest assignment to get done. You fall asleep reading for psychology and end up dreaming about Steve. You wake up about an hour later, cursing yourself. The only thing you remember from your dream is being in Steve’s arms. Laying in your bed now, you could still almost feel his arms around you. You sigh, smiling as you open your book back up and get cracking on your paper. You struggle with writing it, making a note in your calendar to meet with your professor to get an opinion on the rough draft.
You write all 1,500 words in about three and a half hours, cracking your neck as you quickly undress and get in the shower before work. It was about 3:15, so you had about 25 minutes or so to get ready. You dry off and put on a white shirt and black jeans, blow drying your hair before you curl and hairspray it. You put on pink lipstick and mascara, adding a little bit of eyeliner. You smirk to yourself, wishing Steve could see you like this. You don’t send him a picture because you know he needs to focus on his mission, so you take a picture, reminding yourself to send it tomorrow.
You take a chance, slipping on your snow boots just in case. You put on Steve’s coat, sniffing it a little. Why did I just do that? You wondered. It did smell really nice though. You quickly grab your purse and phone, leaving your apartment and locking the door behind you before getting on the elevator. You get to the lobby and see it snowing hard. Thank God I wore my boots.
You start making the trek over to work, glad it’s only a few blocks. You arrive early and see that fucking Linda is the manager today. You unwillingly make pleasantries, giving off a fake smile as she shows you pictures of her STUPID grandson. You order a coffee, knowing you’ll need it in order to get through the next 5 hours with Linda. She takes her time making her coffee and you ask God for the will to not kill this woman. You can’t hang out with Steve if you’re in prison, you chastise yourself. That thought alone is enough for you to smile at Linda, taking your coffee from her as you head to the break room.
You debate with yourself for about 10 minutes on whether or not you should text Steve just to wish him luck, deciding against it. You lock your phone and purse in your locker before you put on your apron, walking out of the break room and going behind the counter. Work drags on, with even more assholes than usual. Your favorite part was when a mom asked for a mocha with no coffee for her little one. SO YOU BASICALLY WANT A HOT CHOCOLATE!?! There were a lot of days you wanted to quit, but you also desperately needed the money in order to eventually pay off your student loans. When it got slow, Linda would corner you about her grandson starting to ‘talk.’ Excuse me, lady, it doesn’t count as talking if it’s just noises. Get back to me when the kid tells you to shut up. Then I’ll be interested. You zone back into the conversation as you hear Steve’s name.
“... and Sarah told me about that Steve, I absolutely cannot believe you’re sleeping with Captain America!”
You shake your head, unsure you heard her properly. “Excuse me?”
She looks at you, confused. “I thought the two of you weren’t in a relationship, I thought it was just sex.”
“And what the hell would make you assume that? The fact that I haven’t known him for that long? So what? I don’t just sleep with guys for fun. I’m in an actual relationship with him.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” Linda stammered
“Thank you for your apology.” You smile sarcastically at her, taking the order of the customer that has just walked up as Linda walks away.
The customer looks at you as she pays, “Soooo I saw that whole exchange. I don’t know how you deal with her. You were so calm. If she had said something like that to me, I probably would’ve said some things that got me fired.”
You shrug as you start to make her coffee, “I’m not worried about it, although he wouldn’t put up with it. He would have gone off on her. It’s fine, though.” You finish her coffee, adding extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top of her Frappucino.
“Aw, thanks so much!” She smiles and waves as she goes out into the cold.
You don’t go on your break until an hour before you’re supposed to leave, because your asshole coworker took a nap and his ‘alarm didn’t go off.’ You go in the break room and unlock your locker, removing your phone to see a message from Steve.
Steve <3: “Hey, baby. We just finished the mission, everything went great. We’re gonna stay here for the night because everyone’s too tired to do anything. I’ll be back tomorrow, can’t wait to see you.”
You smile, incredulous that one text from this man could brighten your whole day.
You: “Hey, honey. I’m on my break now, but work has been a mess today. Thank you for texting me, it made everything better.”
Steve <3: “I’m glad I could do that for you. Why has work been a mess? :(“
You: “It’s just something Linda said, I’ll tell you when you’re here tomorrow. I can’t wait until you’re back.”
Steve <3: “trust me, doll, I can’t wait, either. I miss you so much.”
You: “I miss you too <3 my break is over, mind if I call you when I get off?”
Steve <3: “nothing would make me happier. Good luck with the rest of your shift. I love you, (Y/N).”
You: “I love you too, Steve.”
You lock your phone back up, going back behind the counter. Thank God I only have 45 minutes left in this hellhole. You only have two customers the during the remainder of your shift, trying not to fall asleep when it’s slow. Why is a coffee shop open till 9 on a Saturday, anyway? Who even gets coffee this late? Pretty sure most people are partying or home Netflix and chilling. 
The clock on the wall says 9:00, and you groan as you run to the break room and hang up your apron. You get your purse and phone out of your locker, walking back toward the front door and calling Steve as you get outside.
Steve picks up, “hey, doll, did you just get off work?”
“Yeah, it was a long shift.” You yawn as you start to walk down the street toward your apartment, “and I wish you were here, I don’t like walking home alone at night.”
He sighs, “I know. I’m sorry, babe, but I’ll be back sooner than you know.”
“It’s okay, I got back safely.” You turn into the walkway of your apartment complex, seeing Steve standing in front of the door holding a bouquet of roses.
“Hey, beautiful.”
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