Sorry, Happy Birthday

Thanks@cutiepiebean for requesting this! I hope you have a happy birthday/new years

Pairing: Crowley x reader

Pronouns: None

Summary: Crowley has been missing lately, and today being your birthday and New Years, you’re rightfully upset. Turn out he’s just been planning a celebration for you.

Warnings: Angst and anxiety in the beginning, mostly fluff, mentions of food

The house felt empty. It was too quiet. Crowley hadn’t been home very much in the past week or so. He’s a busy demon, frequently out and about making deals and running the underworld, but I had barely seen him at all lately. I had begun to wonder if he had lost interest in me. Maybe he had found another person that he liked more. Maybe that’s not true at all. Either way he had given no explanation of why he hadn’t been there. Especially today.

Today is New Years, which should be of less interest to Crowley because on top of that, today is my birthday. I had been waiting for him to walk through the door all morning. I had waited, mostly impatiently, for him to walk through that door, gifts in had and an apology at the ready. But it was already afternoon, and he had yet to appear. I hated this feeling. I attempted to lounge around and relax, but all I could feel was jealousy, and bitterness, and spite.

He let me dwell in those feeling before finally appearing in front of me a little before ten o'clock that night. His usually charming smirk made my skin itch, the emotions rising to the surface. He opened his mouth, likely in an attempt to slyly and sweetly greet me. I beat him to it.

“You’ve been gone all week. You gave me no information, no heads up, no nothing as to why you weren’t here.” My breathing was purposefully slow, voice carefully articulated. “My birthday is today. New Years is today. Yet you’ve been missing anyway. I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but you better be sorry.”

Crowley’s eyes widened quickly before he tilted his head downward. He kneeled on the ground in front of my chair, hand coming to softly grasp my chin.

“I know. I haven’t been particularly good about keeping you updated on where I’ve been, but I didn’t know what I could tell you. I am so sorry, truly,” Crowley smiled gently, eyes full of tender love. “I’ve been planning something for your birthday, for New Years. I didn’t intend to leave you by yourself so much, but this took a lot of planning. I love you, darling. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I love him too, but I was still emotional and upset at him. My face was blank, if not mildly unamused. At least I had an explanation now. His gentle smile turned into a gentle frown before lighting up again. He had an idea, apparently. His hands moved from my face down to my sides. He smirked before he began to rapidly move them, tickling me.

“Come on love, give me a smile, won’t you?” He laughed at my poor attempt to sit still.

“Ok! Ok! Stop!”

His hands ceased.

“I love you, but you also hurt me. A simple apology isn’t going to make everything better.”

“Of course not. I want to show you what I’ve been working on.” He stood and extended his hand towards me, an invitation for me to grab hold. “I spruced up that extra apartment I own, just for you.”

The demon took me to his apartment, and when he had said “spruced up,” he should have said “completely decked out.” There were string lights lining the ceilings, food covering the kitchen counters, soft pillows and blankets covering the bed, and several gifts set out on the table. Any resentment still left in me settled and melted away. Crowley wasn’t known to be the sentimental, caring type. He was typically cruel and sharp to most people. Yet for me, he would do anything. He tried his best to treat me well, and even though it didn’t always work, I love him for trying.

“Happy birthday, darling.” He gripped my hands in his. “I’m sorry I screw up so much.”

“Thank you. I know you try.” My smile shifted to a smirk. “I’m just glad you weren’t cheating on me.”

“I’d be dead if I did. Besides, I would never.” He stepped further into the room. “Where should we start?”

We spent the night celebrating, eating and drinking as we bantered. Midnight neared faster than it should have.

Five

“Thank you, Crowley.”

Four

“Of course, my love.”

Three

“I love you.”

Two

“I love you more.”

One

Tourettic!Kaminari Denki x Tourettic!Reader (Platonic)

A/N: Kaminari having tourettes is my favourite mha headcanon so have some very self indulgent and much needed content

Warnings: Tics described, mentions of tic attacks, mild embarrassing situations

Pronouns: None

• Kaminari has tourettes due to his quirk, the electricity causes him to tic
• After he has tic attacks his brain ends up short circuited
• When he’s short circuited he doesn’t really tic much because his brain is calm and his quirk doesn’t really work
• I kinda want to say you both met at a tourettes camp but I don’t know what those are like so I can’t write it
• In that case I’ll say you met at the entrance exam
• You were both anxious, excited, nervous, just full of feeling and it made you tic more
• You were in the same room for the written test and had to be separated since you kept ticcing at each other
• He thought it was funny but it was pretty embarrassing for you
• Iida yelled at you when he yelled at Midoriya because you had been making little vocal tics that were still loud enough to hear during Present Mic’s presentation
• You ended up in Class A and we’re able to explain what had happened because Iida just thought you were being really rude
• Iida was sooo embarrassed when you told him it was tourettes
• You and Denki became friends almost immediately
• Both of you being in the same class was kinda problematic since you would tic at each other constantly
• At first only Aizawa knew y'all had tics so it was pretty awkward
• Lots of stares and questions but I mean that tends to happen with tics
• If you’re uncomfortable with all the questions (most of which are from Mina, Uraraka, Midoriya, and Kirishima), Kaminari will absolutely answer them for you
• If either of you have a tic attack, you try to take care of each other but it’s hard to when you end up ticcing at the other
• Denki always has fidgets with him
• He has so many and he forgets them constantly so he ends up just bringing a few of them wherever he goes so just always has at least one
• If you like some more than others he will make sure to have one on hand
• You pick up a lot of tics from each other
• Tic loops happen frequently
• Denki has some bizarre, random tics
• They include but are definitely not limited to:
• Your frog hat sucks
• Bing bong your opinion is wrong
• *stomp stomp clap* We will rock you
• *Beats on chest like Tarzan*
• He gets palilalia (stuttering tic) somewhat frequently
• He gets so frustrated with it
• Especially with the way people act
• If you give him a fidget or let him play with your hands it usually helps but even if it doesn’t he will love you forever
• He appreciates you so much
• Knowing that you get it in a way that no one he knows can
• That you can do what’s appropriate for the situation, whether it’s laughing along or ignoring the tic
• He thinks you’re the greatest friend ever
• Bffs for life

Arataki Itto with a chubby!reader

Trigger warning(s)/Tags: angst, hurt(?)/comfort, fluff, comfort, mentions of insecurities, body image issues, body type descriptions

Word count: 1469 words

Date posted: Feb. 2 2022

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• First of all, this has been on my mind for months so I have to share it

• Second, Itto would be WEAK for a chubby s/o

• Like, you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be over the fucking moon for any type of s/o

• Regardless of your body type, Itto would give you the utmost respect, love, and support

• It’s already known that this loving himbo would go out of his way for anyone he loves and cares about, even if he doesn’t know them that well

• So him loving all types of appearances is completely within the realm of reality

• He also just gives off that vibe

• But back to the main topic here: our beloved himbo absolutely adoring his chubby!s/o

• He loves to cuddle into your chest or stomach and just be surrounded by your warmth

• His love language is 1000% physical affection

• If you gently pull his head down into your chest when cuddling, he will fucking DIE

• This man is down bad, please take care of him

• He prides himself on protecting you and making sure you’re okay

• He gets into a lot of trouble on his adventures, so he has to make sure you’re okay over everything else

• You’re precious to him, so he’d do absolutely anything to keep you safe and healthy

• Insecurities? Not on his watch

• He tells you how much he loves you every moment of the day

• One day he finds you looking in the mirror, poking and prodding at fat

• It doesn’t click in his mind at first

• He honestly just thinks you’re admiring yourself the way he usually does

• Then you suck your stomach in, sighing out in frustration when you don’t achieve your desired outcome

• He’s still a little confused to be honest

• Confused as to why you’re frustrated

• What’s there to be annoyed with? It’s skin, beautiful skin that he loves to squeeze and kiss and admire as of it was a shining star placed into his hands by a god

• It isn’t until you avert your own gaze, looking away at the mocking reflection, and grab your previously discarded shirt from the counter, that it clicks

• Are you unhappy with your look?

• He doesn’t quite understand this struggle personally, but he empathizes with you still

• He’s far from immune to insecurity, having his fair share of the wretched feeling

• Itto understands what it feels like to have those plaguing thoughts ringing in the back of your mind, screaming at you

• He fears not being able to protect you, thinking he’s not good enough for you or that he’s only going to bring you down with him. The list goes on

• So when he sees you in such a vulnerable state, it breaks his heart

• Especially since you’re fretting over a part of yourself that he loves so much

• Nuzzling his face into your stomach is probably one of his favorite pastimes

• The chub on your arms makes you one of the best huggers he’s ever met

• Your chubby cheeks? The best place to plaster sweet kisses over and over so he can hear your melodious voice giggling while you tell him to stop

• Your thighs are heavenly pillows which he thanks the archons for every morning and night

• Itto understands the feeling of insecurity, but he can’t quite understand this insecurity

• But that doesn’t make it invalid!

• He knows that it’ll be a nagging little voice regardless of what he says

• But if he can help reduce it to just an annoying nagging voice that you can flick away, then he’ll do just that

• Making his way to the bathroom, he steps behind you, looking at the reflection of you both in the mirror

• His arms snake around your waist and he bends slightly to rest his head at the base of your neck and shoulder

• He wordlessly gazes at your reflection, a soft smile taking over his lips at your image

• The words he had quickly planned out seemed to float from his mind, lost in the lovesick grin he adorns

• “You’re so gorgeous.” is all he’s able to muster up

• Realizing he must have seen you, your face heats up, eyes widening and trying to hold back the embarrassment rising in your throat

• Itto sends a silent, understanding smile, before kissing the base of your neck and nuzzling his nose into the warm skin

• “I love you, you know that right?”

• His words never fail to make your heart flutter, but you can’t help but wonder if your heartbeat speeding up is from the sentiment or the anxiety

• “Yeah,” you choke out with a stiff chuckle, “ you tell me everyday.”

• “That also means every part of you.” His voice is muffled with his face planted comfortably in your neck

• He looks back up into the mirror, the gentle, loving smile never having left his face

• “What do you mean?”

• “I mean,” he takes in a deep breath, standing up to his full height, pulling you closer against his chest. “it’s time for us to cuddle and for me to show you how much I love you’re pudge!”

• The words don’t seem to hit as well as he would have hoped, you tiny smile still holding an edge of resentment

• “Why do you like it?”

• “Like what?”

• “My fat. You’re always holding or squeezing it, doesn’t it gross you out?” You sneer at the reflection which seems to mocks you

• “Gross me out? Why would it do that?”

• “Well it’s just.. there. Wouldn’t you want to be with someone that’s more fit like you?”

• Now that genuinely confuses him

• Man is the embodiment of the meme where the woman’s confused with math equations around her head

• “What makes them any different from you?” His hands, still tightly wound around your waist, start subconsciously rubbing and kneading at your stomach. A comforting action he’d picked up fairly early on in your relationship

• “They’re skinny, I’m not. Wouldn’t you want someone prettier? Like with a flat stomach?”

• Your words hit him like a punch in the gut, but the tears starting to form in your eyes only make the feeling worse

• “But you’re gorgeous, I couldn’t dream of being with someone else.”

• Itto’s hands move to your shoulders, turning you away from the mirror to look at him

• His hands move to your cheeks, caressing the skin with a gentle thumb

• “Being skinny doesn’t make you beautiful and having extra fat doesn’t make you ugly.”

• His eyes flit back and forth between yours, holding back the urge to pull you into a kiss that very moment

• “I love you and every part of you. Your chub just makes you all the more better to love and cuddle with and kiss and hug and everything else!”

• He planted scattered kisses along forehead, cheeks, and nose. Muttering “I love you”s between each

• Describing and explaining things may not be his strongest suit but the sincerity of his words is enough to get the message across

• Again, his love language is physical affection, so showing how much he loves and adores you is the best way he knows how of assuring you

• “Thank you, I love you too, Itto”

• You’re still not feeling great, Itto can tell

• Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes and you have a tired and drowsy look in your eyes

• “So, about that cuddling part…”

• Itto looks at you hopefully, taking in the gentle smile which grows just a little bit wider at his suggestion

• “Okay,” you chuckle. “Come on, I could use a nap.”

• You take his hand to drag him over to the bed, now pulling a lovesick man who seems to be floating on cloud nine

• Crawling under the covers, you lay on your back, opening your arms to your boyfriend invitingly

• Itto’s eyes light up like a kid being given some fresh and sweet dango

• He cuddles up to your chest, placing tiny kisses along your stomach and chest, whispering sweet nothings after each

• Finally, he settles when you gently pull his head down to your chest, running your hands through his hair and humming a small tune

• Hearing your contented sigh, he watches as you slowly drift off to sleep, comforted by the warmth he was giving

• If he was standing he might have just fallen over

• He swears that whenever he’s with you, it feels like he’s died and gone to Celestia

• He’s not fully sure how to help but he’ll do whatever he can to make sure you know that you are cherished and loved. Chubbiness and all

I was kinda bored so I made a Lifa app icon for my shifting journal

Feel free to use it for your own journals and visualizations! If you post anywhere, don’t be rude and credit me please.

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Journey to 500 Followers!!

Hi everyone and all newcomers

Just a reminder that when I hit 500 followers (which hopefully will be veeeery soon) I will be putting out some prompt lists etc. and asking you to submit requests for a little celebration with our Marvel and ADCU boys.

Requests will be for drabbles, headcannons etc. for any and all the boys I write for (and maybe some newbies if you ask nicely enough).

I’m really excited and I can’t wait to hear from you guys

Don’t Hate It. - Shiggy

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First time trying to hold their hand. Does it go right or wrong?

+Neither you nor Shigaraki were the type to hold hands. For some of the same reasons and some different. For one of Shiggy’s, well obviously his quirk and for you, you were not the type to be all touchy feely in cutesy stuff. Neither of you were really the affectionate types. That is until a day comes that You need a little physical touch.

The day couldn’t go by and end fast enough. Nothing was going right, I was nearly caught by some heroes, and to top it off, it started to storm. As soon as I walked in the door, I threw my soaked coat in some random direction. I shook my hair out, ignoring the displeased yell towards me.

“Ugh!” I threw myself into a booth completely annoyed with the world. My fingers aggressively rapped against the table top. I had been on edge all day, from the moment I woke up.

“Well some one’s in a bad mood.” A deep voice said from across the bar. I glanced toward the bar and saw the black hair male next to our leader. It surprised me to see him out of his room and away from his video games.

“Not now Dabi.” I growled under my breath. A drink was placed in front of me and I saw the black purple Wisps out of the corner of my eye. I took a long drink before leaning back into my seat.

“Awe, is someone also a bit touchy? Oh, everyone! Look out!” He laughed. I rubbed my eyes before burying my face in my hands. I just felt like I really needed a hug, a loving touch, or something.

“Dadi just leave them alone.” Kurogiri said.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” He grumbled. I rolled my eyes and just took another drink. I heard an argument between multiple people ensue. I was left alone for a little while but I could feel eyes on me. Frustration was quickly growing in me. I looked up and around the room. Across the bar, there was a recruit that had been around for a few weeks with his eyes glued on me.

“Great. Him.” I groaned and looked away. It was not even a minute and he was standing next to the table. “Can I help you with something?”

“Nooo… but I think I could help. Get those frustrations out I mean.” He gave me a big smile which I’m sure he meant to be sexy but failed miserably.

“Really?” I asked sarcastically, unimpressed. He nodded, ignoring my sarcasm. He leant down so his face was close with mine.

“Really, really.” He smirked. He reached to touch me. “I have so many ideas.”

“Haha. Careful there, recruit.” I warned, pushing his hand away. His touch was revolting. The frustration was about to snap.

“Oh come on, sweetie. Just come with me and…” He reached out again. I snapped. I shoved him back and shot out of my seat. He stumbled and I grabbed his neck tight. Black webbed out on his skin.

“Walk for a mile and then walk into traffic you pathetic nitwit.” I growled. I shoved him away and he walked out the door. I sighed. That was the first time my quirk worked right allday. I finally noticed the room was silent. “Anyone else?” Gazes immediately moved away from me. Tears fought their way to the surface. I felt like I was going to fall apart, that there is nothing to hold me together.

“Y/N.” A presence came up behind me.

“What!” I turned to see Shiggy next to me. His eyes went from me to the door. “I don’t want to hear it! Can’t you all just leave me alone for one goddamn minute!” I yelled, throwing my hands up and stomping off. I walked to an unused back hall and leant against a wall. There was a big window in front of me, showing me the storm outside.

“Y/N..” I jumped and yelled out. The tears finally broke though.

“What Tomura!?” I yelled. “I know I messed up so what could it be you are here for?” I slammed back into and slid down the wall. “Because it only seems that people come to me when they want something, want to tease on me, or make me their punching bag! So what possibly could you be here for! Huh?”

“Y/N.”

“What?” I looked up and saw he was sitting next to me on my left. He reached up and pried my hand from my hair. I gasped because I didn’t ever know I was doing it, the ache setting in. His next action shocked me more. He took my right hand in his left and began to rub circles. “Shigaraki?”

“Just take it.” He slowly wrapped his right arm around my shoulders. I set my head on his shoulder cautiously. When he didn’t react beyond pulling me in more, I let my full weight on him. I noticed he had on his two finger gloves and a small smile came to my face.

I gripped his hand and placed my other hand over his and traced random shapes. Underneath, I was soaking in all the soft attention and touches. Shiggy normally hated to wear the gloves so he never really did this soft stuff. Sure we’ve done some more spicy touching but never this.

“Thank you.” I whispered. “I know you hate wearing the gloves.”

“I don’t hate wearing them. I just had no reason too.” His raspy voice said softly into my ear. He moved his arm off my shoulder and brought it forward to set his other hand with the others. “Now I do.”

“Huh?” I lifted my head to look at him.

“I am not a very… touchy person but with you I want to be. I just didn’t know how to ask you.” He said. “With anyone else, I’m not interested. But with you, I want to have everything.So I don’t hate it.”

“I feel the same.” I admitted after a minute of silence. “I had to admit it to myself as well. I haven’t been close enough to anyone in such a long time that I didn’t know what to do.”

“So we are meant for each other.” He laughed and so did I.

“You know, if you hadn’t sent that shit head on his way, I would have dusted him.” I laughed hard, leaning into him more.

“I am just happy my quirk worked. It’s been acting up all day.” I held up my free hand. Black swirled on my fingertips. Tomura let go of my one hand and placed his finger tips against mine, all five. He tapped them before gently lacing his fingers with mine.

“Things happen and I will be… Will be here for you the best I can.” He said. “I know I am far from a great man but…”

“If I wanted a great man, I would not be here.” I said a matter of factly. He laughed. “The dark, brooding, crazy type that has a side obsession of video games myself. They’re more fun.”

“Damn. That specific, huh?” He asked.

“Actually, now that you mention it, I like them to have light blueish hair with a hand problem.”

“Watch it.” He warned with no threat behind it. “You know, now that I’ve gotter a taste of this I won’t go back.”

“Same.” I tightened my grip on his hand.“I hate to admit it but I need a little physical touch every now and then.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He whispered. I nearly fell asleep when a loud clash of thunder and lightning spooked us both. “Ugh! Can we, maybe move somewhere more comfortable than the floor?”

“Oh, fine you big baby.” I got up and looked down at him expectedly. He got up and took my hand. I yawned as I’ve walked through the halls, hand in hand.

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Endeavor: an attempt to achieve a goal.

Summary: Self indulgent ficlet with a contemplative, worrisome Endeavor.

Warnings: None! Pure, unadulterated fluff.

The three remaining Todoroki children all come to a sudden realization: they hadn’t seen their father at home for quite some time. Everyday when they returned they find the house quiet. They knew their father worked long hours and was rarely home but often times when they were getting ready for the day, they would hear him leave. Now however they heard nothing when they were awake and nothing when they were asleep. The new dynamic at home was welcomed by the youngest of the three while the two eldest weren’t sure what to make of it, despite the new peace they were worried for his safety and well-being.

Enji would find his way to your home everyday after work, he’d set his shoes aside while you helped him remove his jacket. No words would be spoken, afraid the sound of speech would shatter the intimate moment. He’d wander over to the recliner you had bought for him and sit down, a short glass of bourbon in hand, to contemplate. The time varies. He may sit in silence from ten minutes to an hour. He’d sit alone or pull you into his large lap when you passed by. Those were the moments he’d cry. Letting the emotions he bottled up release in a torrent of self-doubt. Asking questions you didn’t have the answer to but helped explain away, your fingers combing through his crimson colored hair while he hid in the crook of your neck. Often how he wondered how much suffering he had to endure for sufficient recompense, what he had to do to prove he’s changed and learned from his mistakes. What he had to swear to reconcile with the people he’s hurt. That’s all he wanted and the longer time went on the heavier the task weighed, you tried to share the burden but this was his to resolve.

Contemplative silence accompanied with your presence was calming, grounding. Holding you in his arms he didn’t feel so alone, you relied on him and that made getting out of bed worth it. Your smile was the light of his life, your laughter the fuel to his fire, the way you looked at him in soft moments the reason he kept going.

The time varied but when he felt that he had recharged enough his attention is solely on you. You’ve been so attentive to his needs he can only repay in kind in his own awkward and unsure way. The first on his list is to always make sure you’ve eaten, your health one of his top priorities so he’ll ask if you have. Offering to make a meal with you or take you out, if neither of you are in the mood to socialize takeout is ordered right to your doorstep. The next nightly step is asking how your day was, letting you unload your worries and stresses onto his more than capable shoulders. He doesn’t want you to keep your emotions under lock and key, knowing full well how dangerous that can be. He’s not as wise as he wishes but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t offer you advice and even help with whatever has you down. Work to familial matters and everything in between. He wants to he relied on, to be the rock and light in your life just as you are to his. He’d do everything for you if he could but he’s aware that kind of relationship can turn toxic and he wants to avoid that if possible. Though he doesn’t know if any relationship with him no matter the length will stay stable. No more toxicity, no dependency and no fights. The motto he lives by throughout your relationship until its second nature. Healthy, happy and secure.

Your home becomes as cold as the Arctic whenever Enji is around. His quirk a blessing and a curse. Even when its deactivated Hellflame produces an exorbitant amount of heat, heat that when he’s trying to relax and wind down makes him unbearably uncomfortable. Solution? Crank that thermostat down as it could go. Compromise? Enji pays your electric bill and he keeps you warm with snuggling. Perfect compromise. It just works.

The Number One Hero is a walking furnace, a furnace that has no qualms about you using him as a bed. Its the least he can do for putting you through the cold for his sake. Your form resting against his while a thin blanket is draped across your bodies for privacies sake as an extra layer of insulation. His hand is large, fingers thick and calloused and barely used to administrating soft touches. He tries. Hand laying at the curve of your back, his fingertips brushing across your spine, your head laying on his broad chest. The moment is serene. The occasional activation of the air conditioner breaking the quietness of the room, the whirring of the blades drowned out by the thudding heartbeat directly underneath your ear. There was something unique about sleeping with a hero, the top ranking hero at that, that made the world feel different. Feel safe. The worries of the world and the villains all melted away.

Eventually the thumping of Enji’s heart and the exhaustion of the day catches up with you, lulling you to sleep without your consent. You don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until you’re in a dream, whatever blessed reprieve from the outside world taking control of your senses. Hands play with your hair and massage the knots out of your muscles so delicately, ghosts of touches placed on your skin while the your half waits to follow you to the Dreamland.

Sleep never comes to Enji easily, never has. Even when he pushed his body to the point of falling apart he’d lay awake, staring at the ceiling, and even witnessing the sunrise once or twice before he’d fall asleep. Never for long. An hour or two at the moment. That’s not the case with you. The sleep cycle he’s known the majority of his life gets turned on its head in your presence, in your arms he nods off before he can stop the encroaching slumber. Part of him welcomes it with open arms and the other, the ever alert hero, needs him to stay awake. He knows he’s the target of many villains and needs to be vigilant to ensure your safety. His heart clenches in despair whenever his intrusive thoughts turn down the path of losing you. Getting caught in the crossfire or kidnapped to be used against him are two possibilities that do keep him up at night, thoughts swimming of what would happen if he lost you. His ultimate failure.

He doesn’t notice you’ve woken up until your hands are on either side of his face, cupping his cheeks and your worried voice calling out his name. Snapped back to reality he always apologizes for waking you, never accepting that you simply needed water as an answer. You must’ve known and felt his worry in your sleep, his teeth grind together when he gets lost in his own thoughts.

“You won’t let that happen, I’ll never leave you”, he’s always stunned silent whenever you say such things. His firstborn, his wife, his other children, his family. You have so much trust in him to give him hope like that, he’d understand if you feared the relationship with him would have the same outcome but you don’t. Day-after-day building him to be better and more than he was. His large arms scoop you up and hold you close, if he didn’t fear what you’d think of him he’d let a handful of tears slip. He had never known happiness this unbridled, this pure before. It defeated him every way imaginable and he wanted more, the only thing granted to him unreservedly that he’d accept. Keeping you from the cold, saving you from the villains, letting you mould him, helping him reconcile with his remaining family..

He’d endeavor through it all with you.

Huntress X Reader

Just to get the ball rolling. The decision involves multiple number generators and picking my favorite. Also this is a weird mess of head cannon and story. I’m too tired to write a story and too inspired to write headcanon. I tried.

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• Years spent in the hazy realm of The Entity, has cracked an already broken mind.
• She’s merciless and fast with the little pests that scramble from her. In fact, she’s almost bored when it comes to these hunts.
• You, on the other hand, are mortified. The other survivors keep saying each night gets easier and easier. But there’s nothing easy about watching murder after murder each night.
• It would be your fourth round once you face up against the huntress.
• Fog rolls in, thicker than pea soup, and dread, thick and heavy, sets in your throat. You haven’t talked much since your first night. Covered in gasoline and blood, you didn’t cry. You just sat there staring into the distance.
• Eventually, the fog lets up. Placing you in the arena. Quickly, you hide. Still so new to this sick game that you usually freeze when confronted, you’ve found yourself more helpful sitting in a closet.
• The pitter patter of the nearby motor begins to chew away at you through the night. Occasionally, it is cut by the scream of your fellow survivors. It begins to drive you mad.
• You leave your hidy-hole to escape the the sound when you run face first into a set of abs. Your heart stops. There in front of you is the night’s killer. The Huntress.
• She, expressionless, moves a hand toward you. That is until, A peice of broken pallet slams into her shoulder. Another survivor has come to aid. He is a grizzled man who you have never talked to, since both of you are few of words.
• “Get the FUc-” he’s cut off by The Huntress’s strong hand grabbing his throat. She lifts him off the ground effortlessly. And starts to murmur something threatening and unintelligible.
• You sit there, this woman towering over you, and freeze, as always. Then, the man looks down at you. His eyes pleading. Even if you know you will come back, death remains an innate human fear.
• Then, your body moves on its own. Standing up, you raise your arm and crack the Huntres across the face. Hurting your hand on her mask more than actually hurting her, she falters out of surprise, dropping the man who scrambles away. Her focus is solely on you. Eyes peering through her mask and burning holes into you.
• Next thing you know, you’re warm, and unaware of the chain around your ankle. Something you haven’t felt in a long time. And the smell of something frying fills your nose. Your stomach growls. And you hear a dry chuckle come from only a copy feet away. Then, last night comes rushing back.
• Opening your eyes, you see a cabin, furs and mounted animal heads cover the walls. A fire crackles with skillets of food placed a top. And there she is. Mask off, and sitting in a rocking chair. She seems almost peaceful as she watches ther fire lap at what smells like breakfast.
• Looking over at you, she quickly gets up and preps a plate. She carries it over to you, and, in the sweetest most loving voice said
• “Съедать” After your confused, and scared, stare at her, she kindly sighs. Stabbing a piece of sausage with a fork, she presses it to your lips.
• And this is how your days, well nights, are spent. Chained to a bed, being coddled by the ruthless Huntress. She’s often sitting in her rocking chair, sneaking glances at her pretty little captive. You have no idea what she wants, or what she is saying, but you di know to pay attention to the woman who sits before you.

-Spook

chippedaxe:

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Title: '

Warnings: SFW at the top, NSFW at the bottom!! Demons, religious things may be mentioned.

Pronouns: They/Them, non gender specific anatomy

Synopsis: Demon Mcyt X mortal reader hc’s

Word count: 1.3k

Note: No one asked for this but if I have an idea than I need to write it <3

- This is an old draft that I have finally finished.

- Also I didn’t feel like writing for Punz today, apologies.

╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

SFW (Safe to read)

c! Dream

- He would be hot to the touch, skin burning you almost every time you two made contact. It was hard dating him until he had finally got enough and decided to strike a deal with you, knowing it was the only way you two could live in peace.

- “Give me a part of your soul and I will be yours forever” you hadn’t even thought about it until after you gave him your hand, falling unconscious at the moment he let go of you.

- You always felt a little bit emptier inside but Dream was there to fill the hole inside your soul, feeling guilty every passing moment that he stole your soul away. His deal however had meant that he was now in debt to you which therefore meant he couldn’t harm you in any way, insuring he could no longer burn you.

c! Sapnap

- He was warm but he wasn’t burning hot, you could touch him without getting injured which was great! His saliva tingled as it lingered on your skin however, feeling a bit spicy as it burned your skin slightly.

- Sapnap would rest his horns on you as a way of showing affection, lowering his head and bumping you with them was what he did to make you feel loved.

- It didn’t work a lot though obviously since you wouldn’t know, to you it just seemed like some annoying thing he was doing to get on your nerves! When he finally explains it to you is when your face drops, you feel so guilty for telling him off for it!

c! George

- He’d curl up with you on the couch or on the bed wherever the two of you are, his body heat keeping you warm during the cold. His pheromones’ would also encourage you to fall asleep a lot easier, sometimes accidentally causing you to doze off during the day.

- George would sometimes go to sleep for long periods during the day just so you could stay awake longer, you two were so worried sometimes about his pheromones’ but you knew you could do nothing about it.

- Your body eventually started to grow resistant to his pheromones’ and you’d be able to stay awake which was fantastic for the two of you!

c! Eret

- Her as a demon? It’d be proper madness! You’d definitely be treated as either a toy or as her little pet, you’d have to obey her every command! “Darling, come here..” they’d beckon you with his long claw.

- Their nails would drag against your skin gently as the two of you cuddled and laid together, threatening to pierce your skin but never doing so.

- She bites you? Don’t worry about it. It’s just a way he’s showing their affection, chomping onto your skin to release your blood. A way of marking you and claiming you as his.

c! Karl

- I feel like he wouldn’t properly understand how humans work, gasping and being surprised when he sees your sleeping form “did you just die?” he asks you. He pokes you awake and invades you with questions.

- You do the same to him, grabbing his tail and pulling at his horns “What’s these for then?” you question “That’s my tail! I use it for- I don’t know! Balance?” he tries to answer you.

- He’s a demon. Touch starved. He’d melt in your arms as soon as you lay a finger on him, desperate to always be near you and touch you.

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This post was partially spotted on Captain Puffy’s stream at 01:10:41 !

MASTERLIST

So, since it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, I knew now that my masterlist wasn’t working. And since I changed the name of the blog, it was kind of expected (if you got here when it was all bush and desert, you’re a veteran and I love you as part of my family).

So I basically had to relearn how to update my blog again and update my masterlist and link to every fanfic ever posted, because apparently tumblr doesn’t do this job alone.

So here they are. Duly updated and functional. I have a separate list for Diana Prince because at the time I got a lot of requests for her, so..

Masterlist Diana Prince x reader

Masterlist

I also intend to update the fanfics and change the name of the reader (yes, I use a name, because Y/N hits a visual nerve of mine, besides not being practical for people who use screen reader). At the time I chose the name Angel, it had to do with the blog name and because, you know, angels are neutral and have no gender or race and I thought that way I would be including everyone and not offending anyone. However, Angel seems to be a common name in the US (in my country it’s used as a pet/nick name, like ‘honey’). I’m probably going to use a name making it up (like Atara) and I don’t know, you guys can make a petition too, I don’t know. Let me know what to do to make you happy.

JJK CHARACTERS AND ”I LOVE YOU“S FOR THE FIRST TIME

Summary: request for jjk characters and their reactions to reader saying “i love you“ for the first time.

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento.

Word Count: >1k

Itadori Yuuji:

you took a deep breath and looked at him for an uncomfortable few seconds “i love you.” spilled from your mouth and he just melts. he melts and peppers your face with kisses, holding your hands in his own and now that the words have been spoken he can’t stop saying it. he’s the type of guy who’s patient, in his mind he had basically decided he loved you the first time you kissed. now with the words that were coming out of your mouth (which he gladly waited for.) he wanted to kiss you more and more and more.

Kugisaki Nobara:

she would probably need a minute to process what you said. she’s thought about it before, but is unsure if how you feel will end up hurting her more. she asks you to repeat so many times before she feels comfortable saying it back and that’s an even more special moment. when you wake up, looking over at her, muttering a little “i love you so much” and having her mumble back a half flustered “i love you too” very quickly before pecking your cheek and getting up to run for breakfast with a red on her cheeks.

Fushiguro Megumi:

he’s unsure how to feel. he wants to say it back, valid how you feel about him. he works himself into knots trying to figure out a way to say it back and a way to make sure you’re not hurt. he didn’t think just to tell you he wasn’t ready first. he didn’t want to put that on you, but now having avoided you for days, he abruptly stops you in a hallway of some kind, corning you. “i like you a lot!” he says quickly all at once, looking away as to not face your disappointment in him. you however grab his hand softly. “you don’t have to say it back… whenever you’re ready, okay?” he nods very quickly and just as abruptly as he corned you, he’s already down the hallway. smiling to himself as he stared forward a little spaced out at how amazing you are.

Gojo Satoru:

you were in bed, his dangly arms wrapped around you when you turned to face up at him, both your mostly bare skin touching and you tiredly whisper an “i love you.” as you yawn, cuddling closer to him. you’re sound asleep before he can even react appropriately and there he lays, you in his arms as he stares at the ceiling, as he questions every life decision he ever made. he had come to a conclusion as you slept soundly. he would go… again. yeah, he thought. it was a great idea. he had clearly overstayed his usual time with someone and it was about time to leave anyway… then he started thinking why it was time to go? or why he had stayed so long with you? usually he was dating 5 different people who eventually found out about each other and that took care of that, but he can’t think of any recent date he had that wasn’t you or the last time he had checked the dating apps he so conveniently removed from his home screen after that one particular night with you. he looked at you again and smiled, kissing your head gently. he sighed with content and nervousness as he muttered “i love you too.” at your unconscious mind.

Nanami Kento:

it was casual, almost too causal. you had been living together, for convenience of course. you both told yourselves. he needed a roommate and you needed a place to live… and then you needed a workspace and he needed an office and suddenly you shared a bed. more space efficient of course. the sex was just a plus to whatever relationship you had. it was fine if you cuddled after, aftercare was just as important. you could both use the physical touch and conversations and meals and… it slipped out when he walked into the room, grabbing his cuff links when you looked sleepily at him. “have a good day at work, love you” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you. i will. love you too, bye.” and just like that both of you had barely been realised that your relationship had progressed. not until he came home later in the evening and you were a nervous wreck and he looked a little more tired than usual. “i didn’t mean we-“ “of course it was just polite.” “yes. we haven’t become more or less than we were before.” “yes.” the end note was kind of disappointing for both of you. though when you both laid in bed that night, a steamy session knocked out, your minds drifted to it again. the morning came and you woke up to him getting dressed. “morning” you smiled, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “good morning, i was just on my way… i’ll see you later of course. love you, bye.” he said a little stiffly, testing the waters. “of course, love you too” you said, throwing the covers over you again. he smiled to himself, moving to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out.

JJK TRAINING HEADCANONS

Summary: binged season 1 of jujustu kaisen, you know what that means.

Word Count:1232

Characters: Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Inumaki Toge, Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Yoshino Junpei, Ijichi Kiyotake x Gn!Reader

Itadori Yuuj:

Being naturally athletic and a powerhouse of energy, it’s very hard to keep up with him when he’s in training yuuji mode. He’s very supportive though, always encouraging you to push yourself to your limits in an annoyingly sweet way of his own. Always promising you’d get back to the dorms and pig out with his secret snack stash which you are yet to see for yourself. 

Fushiguro Megumi:

He’s never considered training with someone else before, it was always a solo event for him. Yet when you asked him oh so nicely, he couldn’t help, but blush. He was worried that you wouldn’t be able to keep up or he’d be too sweaty and gross and you’d immediately lose any interest you had in training with him in the first place. He starts slow with the sets he gives you and then builds it slowly, but surely. Making sure you’re doing alright every step of the way, trying his best to be more attentive to your needs in(and out) of training. 

Kugisaki Nobara:

She never really knew she needed to train before coming to jujutsu high, she barely thought she needed training either until almost every person beat her in laps and you were right there with her in training ability. So you took a double pinkie vow to train together and then you showed up only to go get coffee and shop a little more. You finally started training when she picked the perfect outfit to work out in (which was an amazing outfit.) and got to work, spotting each other and pushing each other (affectionately). You both got better and better at the training aspect of learning more cursed technique and you did it together, celebrating with a fun day planned at a festival nearby. 

Inumaki Toge:

His training with you consists of not training and feral running across the school grounds, going long after you gave up. When he’s “training” he basically sits on the grass while you stand above him, stretching your muscles for as long as you can before you completely fall apart while trying to keep up with him. You mostly engage in conversations which mostly consist of you nodding along to everything he rambles out, the other students are surprised at just how much he’ll go on and on and on, most of the rambles completely unintelligible even by the masters of Inumaki interpreters. You can tell he’s getting close to starting when his words start to become less and less frequent , seeing the little cogs in his brain turning as he stares at your usual course. You normally take a deep breath as he stands, giving his legs a small stretch before racing ahead, leaving you in the dust. You always meet at the vending machines after training, Inumaki always chooses to do a lap or two more than you. 

Yoshino Junpei:

He does couples yoga with you on Wednesdays with some old ladies in his neighbourhood. You’re not as flexible as he is, but good god is it nice to see him fold himself like a pretzel every week. Highlight of your week. He was shy about it at first hearing about Yuuji’s intense training at the gym, but once you joined him and made a fool of yourself trying to compete with him, he felt a lot better. He may not have the physical capability to pick you up, but he can climb you like a goddamn jungle gym. 

Gojo Satoru:

You’d like to think he’d train and you’d be right. At least that’s what he thinks training is, which is walking barefoot in the wilderness to reconnect his life force with the earth, but he really just wants to be barefoot in the woods. He tells you (lies) and says that he likes to jog in the woods. So of course you bring your joggers and appropriate footwear and you arrive to find him sitting on a rock with already cold black coffee from Starbucks in his hand and eating a cake pop. He immediately proceeds to tell you that you should’ve told him you wanted coffee and cake pops then maybe he would’ve saved some for you (he wouldn’t). You’re almost 100% sure he took you out here to murder you, but when he takes his shoes off, wearing no socks underneath and proceeds to walk deep straight into the thick woods, you have completely lost your mind and he’s just about ready to regain his. 

Nanami Kento:

You mention that you are a bit rusty and need some training most likely within earshot of Nanami and suddenly you are woken up at 5 in the morning with him hovering over you. His training is an intense full body, muscle straining 3 hours of testing his and your limit and your muscles hurt by the end. Sure you’ve been known to train from time to time, but the sheer amount of exercise you have done has probably worn you out for the next 3 weeks. Yet at 5am you are woken up again. You don’t say no of course, how could you when training with you has probably been the most you’ve seen Nanami emote almost ever. Your muscles are throbbing by the time it’s 8am, but instead of nodding politely and continuing his daily routine. He sets a small bento box next to you with a thank you, nods and continues his routine, excusing himself to shower. You happily eat the small breakfast he made you. He absolutely woke up at 4am just to prepare a reward for you at the end of training and continues to do this for as long as you train. He slowly makes them bigger as you get better at his training routine, making sure to feed you well and lingering just a little longer to watch you wolf down his prepared meal, smiling softly as you look satisfied. 

Ijichi Kiyotake:

This man has never run a mile in his life and yet when you asked him to train with you he almost busted his pants. He came wearing what he thought would be appropriate gym wear, something akin to a school sports uniform, but found you in probably the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. You started training without him and you were already building a good sweat and now he was building quite a sweat as well. You don’t expect him to join, content with him watching you and keeping you company, but he insisted on joining in on one of your sets as soon as you paid enough attention to him. He tried. You basically held him up as you helped him take a seat, he was about to burst as he felt the heat from your sweaty sweaty body next to his. That’s the gist of what you could say. He really tried, but by the end he was so out of breath, you decided to stop your training early to take him out for breakfast to make up for the amount of squats he had done for you which drove him even crazy as you insisted to pay for the food and drinks and basically anything he needed to be back in a normal state. You both agreed to keep him off the gym mats forever and he opted to watch you for a bit before you ended so you could get breakfast together.

Fic Recommendations

Upload: 14.04.22

Just a collection of a few fics that I really really like. None of them are mine obviously. Most of them are reader inserts unless marked otherwise. Mostly female reader inserts.

When stated 18+ DO NOT PROCEED AS A MINOR

☆ fluff, ◇ angst/sad, * smut, ♡ personal favourite (even tho most of them are my favs)

(unfinished and unedited, if a link doesn’t work tell me in the comments)

Marvel

Thor Odinson

• Spicy-@charnelhouse☆*
• The cycle and the twist - @charnelhouse *♡(18+)
• Sex pollen-@starktonyx *♡ (18+)

Steve Rogers

• Wildest dreams-@et-lesailes◇
• Me and My Husband-@shedobewritingalittle ◇ (depression)
• Best of Friends - @chocolatecherubs *♡ (18+) (preserum!steve, black!reader, feat. Bucky)
• On Steve shaving your head-@helahades ☆◇♡ (black!reader)
• Hands off-@imamotherfuckingstar-lord ☆ (black!reader)
• Cold shower-@redgillan * (18+)
• Just a glimpse-@sarahwroteathing☆◇♡
• Wash day-@boundlessnerd ☆ (poc!reader)

Peter Parker

• Ornithology-@waitimcomingtoo ☆ autistic!peter
• peter being obsessed with your tits - @2-fast-2-curious *♡ (18+)

Sam Wilson

• Sweet Creature-@samingtonwilson ☆♡ (18+)
• Run to you-@lady-thor-foster ☆◇♡ (poc!reader)
• Damn Handsome - @sarahwroteathing ☆

Bucky Barnes

• Victim Behind the Gun-@seventven*◇
• Happy Fucking New Year!-@the-iceni-bitch * (18+) (f!reader)
• Glance - @imamotherfuckingstar-lord ☆♡ (woc!reader, 40s!Bucky)
• Life in Wakanda with Bucky-@fafulous ☆ (18+)
• Sleepy-@b6cky☆♡
• The perfect place to sit-@angrythingstarlight *☆♡ (18+) (plussize!reader)

T'Challa Udaku

• In time of need-@bubble-tea-bunny ☆◇ (gn!reader)

Loki Laufeyson

• The Rain falls and so do I-@the–sad–hatter *♡ (18+)

Tony Stark

• Footsteps-@canumoveurseatup-no ◇ (black!daughter!reader) (feat. Peter Parker)

Stephen Strange

• Notions Of Love-@thatlittlered☆◇

Bruce Banner

• Pretty-@hulksmashin-bannerpackin ☆ (chubby!reader, Hulk)

Natasha Romanoff

• Black cat-@nat-romannoff◇

Eddie Brock x Venom x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x reader

• Reignite-@bonky-n-steeb *♡ (18+)

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

• Little Lightning Strikes-@toms-diary ☆♡ (mentions of abuse, hurt) (gn!reader)
• Bloom-@iliveiloveiwrite☆♡
• A million lost goodbyes-@w1segirl◇

James Potter

• Kiss me-@with-love-anu☆
• Nipple sucking-@quindolyn (sexual content)
• Letter from James - @quindolyn ◇☆
• Skin-@jamespottersmommy☆♡
• Imagine-@infictionalwonderland ☆ (sexual content, milf!reader)

Sirius Black

• Howlers-@ambywrites☆

Doctor Who

10th Doctor

• Forgotten-@i-imagine-my-doctor ◇ (gn!reader)
• See you now, saw you then-@ayasstories ☆ (feat. 11th doctor)
• Having the blues-@doctorslove◇☆

11th Doctor

• Nothing Special-@generallynerdy ☆ (gn!reader)

Tvdu

Klaus Mikaelson

• Abandoned-@justlostinautumn ◇☆ series
• Stuck as a wolf-@l-r-christian☆

Elijah Mikaelson

• He has his own child - @l-r-christian ☆ (pregnant!reader)
• Elijah having a wife since he was human - @l-r-christian ☆◇* (18+)
• Fox spirit - @l-r-christian ☆ (sexual content)

Tolkien

Elrond

• At Home - @generallynerdy ☆

Legolas

• Elfling-@meganlpie ☆♡ (black!reader)

Star Trek

Spock

• The Unexpected One-@silence-burns ☆ (wife!reader)
• Spock watching you die of old age-@whatif-animagineblog◇
• The great green room-@lucycola ◇☆♡ (nanny!reader)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

• Imagine taking care of Dean-@luci-in-trenchcoats☆
• A little bit of magic and miles to go-@kaz2y5-imagines *☆♡ (18+)
• Nobody move-@athenamikaelson☆♡
• Dog days-@sunlightdances☆◇♡
• The thrill of it all - @smol-and-grumpy *☆♡ (18+) (piercer!dean)
• Dreaming of you - @tyediedragon * (18+)
• Slow ride - @rizlowwritessortof *♡ (18+)
• Ride him, Cowgirl - @whispersandwhiskerburn *♡ (18+)
• Safe with you - @welcome-to-writers-haven ☆♡
• Flower boy - @sunshinexhotchner ☆♡
• Imagine Dean Letting You Drive The Impala - @winchester-girl67 ☆♡

Dean x Donna

• On my way to you-@myloversgone *☆ (18+)

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

• With all due respect, I would rather face your wrath than my wife’s-@daydreams-magic01☆♡
• New people - @alyswritings ☆ (daughter!reader)
• Choice - @witheredmoondust ☆
• Kiss me - @jamileucato *♡ (18+)

Benedict Bridgerton

• A love story - @notmysunnydale ☆
• A fitting distraction-@benedictscanvas ☆ (sexual content)

RPF

Tom Holland

• My youth is yours 1,Part 2-@waitimcomingtoo☆◇♡

Show the writers some love <3

(I’m sorry for the writers I couldn’t tag, but I could only tag max. 50 people :( I tried to tag repeating names only once)

rody soul having a crush on you

a/n: he now lives in my mind rent free i just had to come up with something

• screaming internally at how close you are to him that it only takes one little push from either of you to hold one another
• staring for who knows how long at you until he finally notices that he’s grinning so widely that it hurts his cheeks
• when you stare back, he’ll pretend that he was looking at something else while awkwardly giving out excuses such as “the cloud behind you looks like a poop”
• he tries so hard to remain unbothered with your casual flirting — throwing his own ones back at you — but pino shows just exactly how he’s embarrassed and wants to crawl inside a hole
• rody thanking whatever being he can name because you don’t know his quirk so pino can just do whatever and you wouldn’t even think of associating the bird’s action to his
• inviting you out to get new clothes together then eventually holding a competition of who has better taste in fashion and he’s very much okay losing to you
• enjoys playing hide ‘n seek when you’re the one furiously seeking him out and he’s laughing at how you’re so bad at the game that he ends up blowing his position
• remembering the things you say to him and when rody has the extra money, he’ll get you what you’ve been gushing about for days as a present
• he’ll shrug when you sincerely thank him saying it was no problem at all, ignoring the way pino was receiving head pats and pecks from you because haha of course she was all over your face (that sly bird)
• greatly admires the way you spend your precious time with him together with roro and lala
• both of his siblings see you as their big sister and the first time rody hears them call you in that way, he swears his heart just did a somersault
• he skillfully avoids questions thrown at him by roro about you and him being together
• lala playing matchmaker for him and he has to beg his adorable cute younger sister not to play with him like that “do something else please!”
• if you’re a big fan of their little family, he’d be happily willing to tell you all the funny and memorable stories of their childhood
• one night of recalling the past with you makes him quite sentimental and he can notice you being curious about their history
• asking about his mother’s death and father’s disappearance in their life results with rody admitting how much he struggled taking care of his brother and sister while only being a kid himself
• all that growing up they had to do without their parents, learning how to survive on their own, as well as putting up with the mistreatment others have showed them took a toll on him than he would have expected
• pino is chirping sadly on your lap as he remains strong in appearance, not wanting to burden you further
• the moment you tell him how much of a good brother he is and you’re glad to have met him he couldn’t help the tears that escaped his eyes as he quietly sobbed with pino
• lending your shoulder, he tightly hugged your side grateful that you couldn’t see the small smile forming on his lips when he hides his face on the crook of your neck
• he’s genuinely appreciative of you for being there for him that he on the spur of the moment told you how he felt about you
• a simple “i have a crush on you” left his mouth that he felt you take an intake of air which made him freeze and which then made pino chirp frantically, her wings attempting to get him out of the room
• “…i like you too rody but don’t you think that was so random?”
• hearing you laugh brought his confidence back as he finally met your stare and chuckled, wanting to look cool in front of you and not look like a lovestruck fool
• the mood brightening up when the two of you joked back and forth at the confession, finding out how and when you crushed on each other
• you just had to ask why pino looked like she was flustered and malfunctioning that he couldn’t keep it any longer from you and told you what his quirk was
• rody may have been teased since that moment on by you but it did earn him your endless shower of affection towards him — intent on being the person that gives rody the love he truly deserved

Text Back (Tachibana Kippei) The Dummies Guide to Relationships

Table of Contents

• Genre: Slice of Life
• Word Count: 535
• Pairing: Reader x Tachibana
• World: The Prince of Tennis

If he doesn’t text you back…
don’t jump to conclusions.

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You sat with a couple of your friends at a local cafe, enjoying the Saturday afternoon since you had no other plans. Your boyfriend was missing in action at the moment, but you weren’t too concerned, figuring he was just busy with practice. While your friends were chatting excitedly about the latest fashion trends, you were sitting across from them, quietly sipping your drink. You were the farthest thing from a fashionista so you really had no clue what the hell they were going on about, but you also didn’t want to be rude and try to change the subject when they were having so much fun.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you tugged it open, smiling when your boyfriend’s name popped up on the screen. Being the nosy friends they were, Naomi and Ryuu exchanged a look before sneaking up behind you to read the message over your shoulder.

[Kippei <3: Where are you?]

“Suspicious~” Naomi sang, glancing over at Ryuu who nodded in agreement.

“Why does he need to know where you are?”

You rolled your eyes at their dramatics, sending a reply to let him know you were relaxing at the cafe with your two idiotic best friends. Five minutes passed by without a reply and they returned to their seats across from you, sending you looks of sympathy that had you quirking a brow. “What’s that look for?”

“Don’t you get it?” Naomi frowned, sending a look to Ryuu.

“He’s totally cheating on you.”

“What?” you blinked, tilting your head to the side in confusion. What were they going on about?

“Think about it,” Ryuu commented, taking a long sip of his drink. “He asked where you were, right? Why would he do that? Because he wanted to make sure you were out of the picture.”

“Then he didn’t respond,” Naomi continued. “Why? Because he’s too busy with his side piece now that you’re not around.”

You resisted the strong urge to slam your head against the table. What was wrong with your friends? And more importantly, why were you still friends with them? “That’s ridiculous, guys. He’s probably just busy with practice, it happens.”

“Whatever you say,” Ryuu replied haughtily. The two continued on, whispering to one another as if you couldn’t hear them talking about how sorry they felt for you and how horrible men could be. They said this, but they had a new partner every other weak, which made no sense to you.

While they were distracted, they failed to notice your phone vibrating again with Kippei’s reply.

[Kippei <3: Me and the boys are busy with practice. When we’re done, we’ll meet up and have dinner, ok? Maybe we can catch that movie you’ve been wanting to see. I love you :)]

You smiled softly at the message before composing your own, ‘Have fun and be safe. I love you too! <3’ Satisfied, you slid the phone back into your pocket, smiling like a fool as you propped your cheek in your palm, watching your friends. They were now bickering about who wore the best outfit at some award show. They were so strange and could often be infuriating, but they certainly were entertaining.

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So I made a whole bunch of quick x reader oneshots here are a handful of them so. Enjoy I guess.

Jade Harley

You were feeling childish today, so you decided to take a day trip to the park! What fun! You decided to ride a scooter to the park with your decorated backpack with some food and your sketch pad and some coloring stuff, you had planned to ride around the park then take a break and draw. And that you did! You rode your scooter for about half an hour before parking it next to a tree and you walk to a bench and sit, eating your snacks and sketching some people’s dogs as they walked by. You felt like something was going to happen, so you looked around and suddenly saw at the tree you parked your scooter at some jerks were stealing it! You quickly set your stuff down and bolt to the scooter, but before you could get there some girl decided to drop kick the guy stealing your bike, causing him to fall over she took the scooter from him and said, quite harshly “This doesn’t belong to you.” And they guy got up and ran, yelling “You’re crazy lady!” As he seemed to disappear away from view. You walked up to the lady and she handed you your scooter “Here you go! Earlier I saw you riding it and then i saw that guy taking your bike, but I didn’t see him with you earlier. Then I saw you at the bench over there and you seemed to not know what’s going on so I got him for you!” She smiled this HUGE freaking beautiful smile, you smiled back “Thanks! You really didn’t need to though. I have more scooters at home if he took it anywho.” You shrugged and looked at your scooter “Well maybe we could go ride our scooters together sometime!” She says, then started to walk toward the bench you were previously sitting at “I’m Jade by the way!” She called before taking one of your pencils and writing down her chumhandle really quick before skipping off “Text me sometime (Y/N)!” “S-Sure?” You called back, a bit dumbstruck. Well guess you made a new friend… wait how did she know your name-

Dave Strider

You were in a shop that your friend dragged you to, and you hated this shop for more than one reson. It was a sex toy shop. You were so disturbed and desperate to get out and your friend wouldn’t let you stay in the car. So you were stuck. Suddenly you heard another distressed person in the aisle over, so when your friend wasn’t looking you peaked over, to see two boys with shades on, inside, odd. “Bro why am I here.” “So you don’t mess up my stuff at home.” The shorter of the two groaned again, as the taller one looked away you whispered “Hey!” At the shorter blonde, and he looked over at you “Wanna get out if here?” You whisper-shouted. He looked over at the taller one then back at you, and he bolted for you. The both of you left the store and walked to another nearby one, talking about yourselfs and stuff you both had in common. He was currently talking about his caretaker’s ‘Job’. “-and I kid you not he threw it right at me. (Y/N) stop laughing it’s not funny dude.” You couldn’t help yourself, suddenly you both got texts from the people who brought you into the store in the first place, you quickly traded chumhandles and went your separate ways.

Rose Lalonde

You were chilling on your roof, your house had woods behind it and a lot of people passed by or went into the woods, and your family didn’t mind at all. You were half asleep when you heard two people arguing “Dave just admit we’re lost.” “No no- I know where we are-” “David I’ve never even seen this house in my life what if we’re trespassing!?” You laugh to yourself a bit and sit up, looking over the roof to see two people who looked almost exactly alike. You called out to them and they both looked up at you, the girl spoke first “Hello, I apologize are we trespassing? We are kind of lost.” She smiled a bit, the one who she called 'Dave’ simply nodded. You hopped off the building(dont worry it’s not to high off the ground, about 6-7 feet off the ground) and made your way over to them, turns out they were simply hiking, so you vave both of them your chumhandle so you could guide them if they got lost on the way back. You took a look at the map they are reading from and show them where they are. Apparently their just on the other side of town and somehow walked all the way around through the woods. You said your Goodbyes, and trust me, that girl is not going to let it down that you helped and will 100% try to do something to thank you.

John Egbert

You were at the store, looking for a movie because your friend wanted to come over that evening and watch one with you. Somehow you wandered to a section full of weird looking movies and you let out a panicked/confused whine. Apparently someone heard you and walked over “Hi, uh, are you alright?” He asked nervously, obviously the boy didn’t have much social interaction so he was a bit nervous. “Yeah I’m fine… I’m just looking for a good movie for my friend-” you said smiling at him, he seemed to light up at this “I know some good movies! Follow me.” He said cheerfully as he dragged you around the store, and for a good while you talked about each other and some other things. When you finally had picked out a movie he offered you to come over to his house sometime and you two could watch a movie together. You thought this was a great idea and exchanged Chumhandles before you left the store.

This was awful but eh. Hey I take request :/

Reposting my first post because A w E :)))

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Lazy Sundays (Should’ve Known series oneshot)

in case you don’t know this is set up in the same universe as my Should’ve Known series if you want to check it out before reading further the links are right under this paragraph.

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You don’t quite remember waking up, you just remember feeling warm and hearing your wifes soft breathing next to you and the sounds of rain outside.

You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was the rain gently decending on your window.

It was peaceful, you looked at the clock and saw it was only eight in the morning. You know you probably would’ve gotten up sooner had it not been for the twins being away at Nick’s for the weekend which was a small blessing. You rarely had moments like theses with Wanda, where there wasn’t any particular rush or set schedule for the day. It was sunday and sundays was usually a break day for everyone. Wanda didn’t go studying and you guys can spend the day together doing whatever.

You gently turn only to see your wife still sleeping. Moments like these were even rarer. Wanda usually is the first one up in the mornings, however, when she sleeps she sleeps like an angel. Her features were peaceful, which once again was rare but was becoming more common now that you guys had no more battles to fight.

Those days were finally over and this was your reward.

You gently kiss her forehead, hoping not to wake her and you carefully unwound the sheets from yourself. Your feet pad gently to the kitchen where you began breakfast.

You put the kettle on to boil while you got the tea packets ready and got to making breakfast. You remember this Sokovian breakfast that Wanda taught you and decided to make it. It was a relatively simple recipe, it was essentially pancakes just a little thicker than a crepe.

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Wanda woke up to the smell of fluffy pancakes in the air. the warm and sweet scent reminded her of mornings when she and Pietro were young. Either her mother or father in the kitchen cooking pancakes before her father had to go to work and the rest of the day began.

Wanda opened her eyes to the other half of her bed empty, but the smell of pancakes and the faint sound of old music told her where you were.

She stretched sleep from her limbs with a groan and silently made her way to you.

Once Wanda reached you she simply stood by the doorway, watching while you swayed your hips and sing a long to the music in a languid way. It was off key and it was beautiful at the same time, because it was you. You could make even the trash look beautiful if you were holding it to her. If she could, Wanda would forever capture this moment with you and keep it with her always.

Wanda was more than content with watching you from afar but the pancakes you were making lured her further in and forced her from her spot at the doorway.

“good morning Солнечный свет,” Wanda greeted with a kiss to your cheek. “it smells good, how can I help?”

“I’m almost done here, why don’t you set the table.” You said as you pecked her lips. Concentrating mostly on not burning the pancakes. Wanda did as you had asked and set the table for the both of you.

By the time Wanda had set the table you were done cooking and were plating the pancakes and pouring the tea into their respective cups.

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“What time is Nick bringing the kids?” Wanda asked as she stuffs another mouthful and delicious fluffy pancakes into her mouth.

“Originally it was today but I got a call earlier before you woke up,” You said as you take another bite, “but the twins want to visit smithsonian with Nick, so they’re staying another day. Strange will portal them here early tomorrow.”

“So that just leaves us another day then,” Wanda said quirking her eyebrow, “all alone.” You winked in response and laughed slightly.

Yes just another day alone with one another.

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It was one of those days where you just let Wanda magic all the dishes clean and away along with the mess you had made making the breakfast.

You and her had been so busy the past weekend, you loved the twins with every fiber of your being. You would die for them. But you really couldn’t get much cleaning done when they were here, because once you got one area clean, the kids would come in like a tsunami and suddenly the coffee table is sticky and all the toys were out.

So when Nick called you and said he wanted the weekend with his grandkids you didn’t have any quarrel with it. You knew besides you and Wanda, Nick loved those kids and would do anything for them.

The past two days were spent cleaning, manually. Wanda was originally just magic all the mess and clutter away, but you somehow convinced her that doing it manually was much more rewarding.

However, after cleaning and reorganizing everything, now you want nothing more than to sit on the couch with Wanda and watch whatever, not having to get up to even do dishes.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You made popcorn and you and Wanda watched most of the movies you watched when the kids were asleep at night along with binge watching a few episodes from various sitcoms.

At some point there was just silence, you and Wanda just watched the rain and were content to just be together.

Sometimes you sit back and you just admire how far both you and Wanda have come. From living at the compound, getting called away for missions where you never knew what was going to happen, always sacrificing the people and things that matter most to you for the greater good, being so powerful and yet to powerless when it really counted.

You loved your life, you loved your kids and your wife.

You’ll treasure it and hold onto it for as long as you could.

Something ‘Bout You (BIKER! Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

A/N: Hey once again sorry for the delay, I know I’ve been gone a while school and all. But here’s the next chapter.

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Two months passed and since then nights with Nat had become routine. Once maybe twice a week the red head would come to your place and you would take turns on ordering and drinks.

Usually Nat stuck with pizza, wings, and beer while your usual would be Chinese food and soda.

Sometimes the night would go on with Nat fixing a few things here and there while you sit there and obviously subtly admire the way her tattoos moved.

However, most nights consisted of sitting on your couch watching netflix. Recently you had started the Witcher with her. She had picked it one night and hasn’t stopped watching it since. You had offered to give her your password so she could watch it on her own, but she refused.

“I started it with you and I’m ending it with you.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell her you already binged watched the entire thing.

Through those nights you both had become closer, you learned more and more about her as she slowly opened up. Like how Clint and her had met, how Nick bailed her out of trouble more than once. How she met Toni and funny stories about Yelena.

Despite her opening up more, you could still feel that bit of distance between you. It was small, but it was still there.

It didn’t help that as time flew and the closer you got to her, the more those pesky feelings of yours got in the way. The way Natasha lit up each room she was in, how seeing her improved your mood, how easy it was to relax and laugh around her. You started wanting to hold her hand and to go out some nights instead of in, dance with her, and kiss her.

You knew you had to back away, create some distance and some boundaries for yourself. You wanted her, but you knew you couldn’t. Your friendship mattered too much, it was fine the way it was and you shouldn’t go ruining that.

It also didn’t help that on the nights she wasn’t with you she was always with someone else, always inviting them back to hers for the night only to leave early in the morning before she goes on her run.

You were lost in thought behind the counter, staring aimlessly at the register in front of you. You didn’t even hear the door opening or the click of heels against the floor making their way towards you.

“Earth to (Y/n),” a voice broke through your thoughts as you looked up from the register and to a familiar brunette.

“Sorry Maria,” You apologized.

“How long were you up last night?” Maria asks concern showing on her pretty features, “you look like you haven’t slept in a while.”

“It’s just stress,” You say, “the order for that book has been pushed by a week again and I need it by friday, so I was looking for other options. And then the power went out last night and all the food I had in the fridge went bad so now I have to go grocery shopping after work, I also have to plan Wanda’s bachelorette party and make some time to go dress shopping with Wanda, and-”

“It sounds to me like you need a night of fun.” Maria observed leaning a little closer, “it also sounds like you need a stress reliever.” She winks and you blush, “I’ll pick you up at seven and wear something nice.”

And with that Maria was gone. You stood there a couple of seconds processing what had just happened, the Maria Hill best lawyer in the county had just offered to be a stress reliever. You shake your head trying not to get ahead of yourself, as well as shake the slight guilty feeling you have.

The guilt got worse as Nat came in. Her eyes landed immediately on you behind the counter and a smile stretched her face.

“Hey Nancy Drew,” She started, “so tonight I was thinking maybe cheeseburgers instead of pizza? There’s a place I wanted to check out for a while now and Yelena says it’s good so-” Nat pauses. Taking in your appearance, your face was flushed and you were wringing your hands nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Nat asked. You take a deep breath before responding evenly.

“I can’t do it tonight.” You said.

“oh,” Nat said, masking her disappointment, “ok, um, did something come up?”

“uh, yeah, actually,” you started, “it’s a really funny story actually but um I guess long story short, Maria Hill just asked me out tonight.”

You tried to read Natasha, however her face was still, not showing any emotions beyond what she wanted you to see. There was a pause that seemed to stretch forever until Natasha broke the silence.

“That’s great.” She said a small smile gracing her features. “Maria Hill, she’s a lawyer right?” you nod, “that’s great. I think I remember her from school actually, she went to the public school around here with us right?” You nod again slightly confused on where she was going with this, “yeah, I mean I’m sure she’s changed since then so the date should go great.”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, one hand on your hip as you stand.

“Mean by what?”

“By you’re sure 'she’s changed so the date should go great’.”

“Well I mean, last I checked she was a total bitch. But I don’t know I haven’t seen her in years so maybe she’s changed.” Nat shrugged.

“I thought you were friends with her in school?”

“yeah and then she put gum in my hair causing me to cut it.” Nat explained, “but you know blessing in disguise cause I look really good with shoulder length hair. Less hassle to maintain.”

“Well a lot can happen in a few years.”

“Apparently.” Nat said before leaving the store leaving you confused and a little hurt. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you knew this is what had to be done. Distance. You had to distance yourself from her for a bit. This date was a perfect way to get over lingering romantic feelings for her and to have some fun. It’s going to be fun.

So why do you feel so bad?

A/N: I’ve learned a very powerful lesson which is, Natasha fans don’t play around. 

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SUMMARY: After the night out with your friends you return home and find a surprise waiting for you next door. 

Later on that night you and Vision were the last pair standing as the rest of the group was drunk off their asses. 

You spent the rest of the night helping Vision get the drunk group home safely. 

You first dropped off Steve and Bucky, they weren’t as drunk as the rest but still in no condition to either drive or help care for the others. So you walked them to the door and bid them a good night with the gentle reminder to drink some water and take an aspirin. 

Then Monica who you entrusted her roommate Darcy to look after. 

Finally you helped get Pietro to bed, making sure he was on his side and had water and aspirin on his nightstand next to him for when he woke up, although you knew he was going to be ok you thought maybe it would be best if you slept on the couch just to make sure he would be alright. Wanda would be fine because she had Vision. Monica would be alright because she had Darcy taking care of her. Steve and Bucky would be alright because they had each other. But Pietro had no roommate or anyone to take care of him except you and Wanda. 

After assuring Pietro was alright you set up your place on the couch. Gathering blankets and an extra pillow from Pietro’s bed that would go unmissed. While setting up your area your eyes caught the picture of you and the twins during your highschool years hanging on the wall. 

You smiled as you remembered how emo and edgy Wanda and Pietro looked and how eighties you unintentionally looked. 

You laughed and immediately wanted to turn the picture the other way out of embarrassment when you studied how you looked. 

Why did you think that looked good?

However embarrassed you were of the photo you smiled as you remembered your high school years with them. 

Pietro was the star track athlete and every girl (and guy) wanted him in one way or another. Yet for some unknown reason he stuck with you and Wanda. 

Wanda was the smartest among your small group and she didn’t even need to try. Looking back you don’t think you ever saw her study but yet somehow she managed to pass with flying colors that made Agatha green with envy. It wasn’t until she met Vision that you saw her actually apply herself and compete for valedictorian. 

You were the only one they listened to most of the time. You didn’t know why but they had always listened to what you said. 

You wonder what your trio would’ve been like as a quartet. 

As you laid your head and began to try to sleep you thought about Natasha and how she would’ve fit into that small group of yours. 

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The morning started off pretty well so far for you. Pietro had woken up before you for his morning run and brought back coffee and pastries from the local coffee shop around the corner. You spent the rest of the morning laughing and talking before finally departing on your way back to the bookstore to open. 

You really were thankful that you had thought ahead and had some clothes stored away at Pietro’s.  You ate breakfast with Pietro before finally departing to your bookstore a few blocks away. 

You hummed mindlessly all the way there. It had been a while since your last outing and last night had been refreshing, regardless of whether or not you got as drunk as everyone else did. You had fun. 

As you neared your store you noticed a moving van with people unloading next to it. Curiosity filled you as you began to wonder what would fill the empty store next to you. As you got closer you could see a petite blonde woman giving the people unloading directions. You could see she was heavily tatted, your eyes were drawn to one in particular on her collar, ‘Miss American Pie.” in beautiful handwriting. You didn’t know why but she looked familiar to you. You decided to pay no mind to it as you went to unlock the store. 

“(Y/n)?” 

You turned around and saw the blonde woman looking at you. Her features were fair and the shape of her nose was something to envy. You quickly remembered that she was the blonde woman from last night that had a six foot man in a chokehold. 

“You’re that woman from last night,” You say, “the one who put that man in a chokehold. I’ve got to say that was pretty cool.” 

“Did I?!” She asks astonished, “I was so drunk last night I can barely remember Nat putting me to bed.” 

“We’ve all been there,” You said, “how did you know my name though I don’t think I talked to you last night?”

“We were neighbors,” she explained, “you were friends with my sister Natasha.” 

Flashes of a little blonde girl came into mind that usually stuck to Natasha like glue. 

“Yelena?” You asked before the blonde grinned from ear to ear and nodded. “Oh my god I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you.” 

“It’s no problem,” Yelena said, “it took me a few minutes too to remember who you were.” 

“So are you the one moving in next door?” 

“No actually,” Yelena said, “I’m just helping set everything up for the shop before going back to my place a few blocks down from here.” 

“Who is moving in?” 

“That would be me, Nancy Drew.” 

You turned your head and there stood Natasha. Her tattoos now were more visible in light and decorated her skin like paint on a canvas. You thought she looked like she came straight out of a vogue magazine. 

“Good you’re here.” Yelena said as Natasha made her way to where you both stood, “Toni doesn’t know how you want to arrange the stations and needs help on that. Dad is trying to fight the movers and Mom is nowhere to be found.” 

“Where’s Clint?” Natasha sighed. 

“Still sleeping off his hangover.” Yelena explained. 

“Ok,” Natasha said, “tell Toni I’ll be there in a few minutes to help her, tell Dad if he doesn’t knock it off Mom will knock him out, and Mom is probably upstairs checking out the apartment and I would try Clint’s phone if that doesn’t work get Nick.” 

Yelena stood there expectantly at her sister before finally Natasha said. “Please oh great sister of mine.” 

“There you go, was that so hard?” Yelena says before turning back to you. “I’ll see you later (Y/n), have Nat invite you to the housewarming party next week before she chickens out.” 

“I was going to do that,” Natasha calls after her sister as Yelena begins to walk away. 

“You weren’t doing it fast enough.” Yelena says before disappearing in the store leaving just you and Natasha. 

“So you’re moving in next door?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Natasha says, “bout time I put down some roots, open up that tattoo shop I’ve been dreaming about since I first walked into one.” 

“That explains the look then.” You say. 

“What look?” Natasha smiles knowing exactly what you meant. 

“That look you gave me all the time when you knew something I didn’t and tried to be all mysterious about it.” You explained and Natasha laughed. “So what is this tattoo shop going to be called?” You asked Natasha who ceased laughing before finally answering. 

“Black Widow.” Natasha replied before gazing at her store with a sparkle in her eye that you were familiar with. It was the same look in your eye every time you looked at your store. Just as you were about to say something the vibrating sound of Natasha’s phone rang. Natasha grabbed it from her pants before sighing and looking back at you. 

“I’ve got to take this call, it should just take a second.” Natasha said, understanding what she meant you said, “it’s ok,” You replied, “I’ll just be in the store setting up shop so come and visit when you’re done with the call.” 

“I will,” Natasha promised before answering her phone. You turn the keys into your door and begin to set up shop. 

You barely got through counting the drawer before Natasha comes through the door. The look on her face immediately got your attention. The redheaded woman leaned on your counter. 

“Do you happen to know any artists that might have some pieces ready?” Natasha asks. 

“Yeah my friend Steve,” You say, “I can give you his home number and his cell. His husband might answer though, his name is Bucky. If he asks how you got the number just tell him it was me.” You said as you quickly wrote the two seperate numbers on a piece of paper before handing it to Natasha. 

“You are a lifesaver thank god.” Natasha praised. 

“So who was on the phone?” You asked. Natasha groaned as she remembered how the heated discussion went. 

“This artist that I had previously contracted to create some tattoo’s for us. He called to back out of the deal and since not all of the paperwork was signed he had every right to back out and take his pieces with him.” 

“Why did he back out?” 

“Didn’t say,” She responded, “but I owe you big time for this thank you so much.” 

“Don’t mention it, Steve is the best and I’m sure he’ll appreciate the business.” You responded. 

“Well if Steve is the best then I definitely owe you dinner at least.” Natasha said as she began to make her way to the door, “I’ll swing by around eight.” 

As you were about to argue about it, she continued. 

“No arguments,” Natasha cut off as she opened the door, throwing you an over the shoulder look before saying, “Just bring your pretty self Nancy Drew.” One of her blue eyes winks before sauntering off knowing how flushed your face is just from being called pretty. 

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The day had been busier than you anticipated. From one kid destroying a complicated book display to a karen or two saying this book or that book should be on sale when in reality it wasn’t. Finally the numerous people ceased and it was time to start closing shop. 

You counted the drawer and left two hundred in the drawer, turned the sign to closed, re-did the book display, vacuumed and swept, wiped the counter, finally came to organize and restock the shelves. 

You grabbed as many boxes of books as you could before returning to the shelves to stack. It was overall a tedious process, especially for the high shelves. 

You were about to put the last one on the shelf when you heard the store door open. 

“Hey are you rea-” Natasha began before the door closed behind her and the shelf in front of you collapsed. You sighed as you stepped down from the stepping stool to assess the damage, however the redhead had somehow beaten you to it. 

“It looks like whoever installed this shelf for you didn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground.” She said as she picked up said shelf. “Thankfully I know my way around a drill and just so happen to have a million screws laying around next door.” 

“Nat you don’t need to-” 

“It’s not a problem Nancy Drew,” Natasha assured, “I’ll be right back with a couple of screws and a drill. We’ll have that fixed in no time.” and with that Natasha left the store out of the same door she just came in from. You start to get the books that had haphazardly fallen from the shelves and you prayed that none of the pages from the books had creased or any of the spines bent. 

True to her word Natasha returned a few minutes later with a tool kit in one hand and a drill in another. Her usual leather coat was nowhere to be seen leaving her arms exposed. 

You could see that she had one arm sleeved with tattooed webs and the other had a few miscellaneous tattoos here decorating her arm like ink on a canvas. 

You watched patiently, being very careful not to let your eyes wander from her face. However you would catch yourself more than once staring at the way her tattoos moved with her muscles. 

Once the shelf was properly installed and stacked the redheaded woman turned to you. 

“I should probably check the other shelves to make sure they’re properly installed.” Natasha said, breaking you out of your trance. 

“You don’t need to do that.” You quickly said. Not wanting to bother her further. 

“It really isn’t a big deal.” Natasha assured, “what kind of neighbor would I be if I didn’t help you out huh?” She smiled as the argument on your lips fell silent. 

“Fine but I’m ordering take out and you’re picking the place.” You said already reaching for your phone, Natasha was about to argue but was quickly cut off, “after all what kind of neighbor would I be if I allowed you to go hungry after doing me a favor?” 

Natasha smiled as the argument fell silent on her lips. 

—

After listing off a few different restaurants that deliver, Natasha settled on ordering a pepperoni pizza with wings and asked if you had any beer. After confirming that Natasha went straight to work on the shelves. 

Natasha was done re-installing the shelves by the time the pizza and wings arrived. While dealing with the delivery person Natasha grabbed two ice cold beers from the cooler you brought downstairs from your apartment. 

The night was spent in a bunch of laughter and conversation. You couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun and felt this deep of a connection with someone. Even though it had been years since you had last seen each other and had a moment like this, you couldn’t help but feel like no time had passed. Like she was still your blue haired neighbor and you were her book obsessed best friend. 

As the night dwindled you found yourselves laying on the floor next to each other in comfortable silence. 

Well almost. 

Despite feeling like no time had passed you can’t ignore that it did, you can’t forget how she got up and left one day. Without a word and you were left wondering for years what happened to her. 

You still were trying to piece together what happened. 

“Hey Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you leave?” 

The question hung in the air for a second until you heard Natasha let out a shaky breath. 

“I didn’t know we were going to until that day,” She said, “I wanted to say goodbye but I couldn’t.”

“Why though?” You asked.

“I just couldn’t,” She said, “I want to tell you more, I do. But just trust me when I say that it’s going to take time for me to actually put it into words.” There was a silence before she continued, “you deserve a proper explanation.” 

“I do,” You agreed, “you were my best friend and you just disappeared. That hurt me and for a while I thought it was me-” 

“No,” Natasha interrupted, “it wasn’t you.” 

After another pause you continued. 

“Whenever you can tell me,” You said, turning your head to look her in her oceanic eyes, “I’ll be here with open ears.” 

Natasha smiled before you both turned your heads back to the ceiling. Your hands brushing against each other like it was old times again.