#i’m ready for my inbox to be spammed again

[kissesforsatoru]

WINTER BREAK AND MY FALL SEMSYER OS FONALLY DONE now I can go back to sending thirst-

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HELLO, WELCOME BACK 🌑 ANON!!! i missed you in my inbox so i’m glad your back!! (i’ve been a little mia too so don’t worry about being gone lmao)

[foreverisntenough]

I’m Back.

I needed to step away—to breathe, to mend, to remember why I started this in the first place. A blog like this, built from passion, imagination, and love, should never be a source of pain. And yet, it became one. Words may not leave bruises, but they can cut deep. They left wounds I wasn’t sure how to heal in a moment. This absence may have felt short to some of you, long to others, but it's what I needed.

Re: last update

But here’s the truth: I love what I do. I love crafting stories, weaving emotions into words, and building worlds for us to escape into. I love the discussions, the wild theories, the laughter over delusions, the shared love for footballers, tropes of romance, and creativity. This space was never just mine—it was ours. And though cruelty tried to take that away from me, I refuse to let it.

You can't imagine (well maybe some of you could) what my inbox looked like and I refuse to share it because I don't want that type of negativity on Forever Isn't Enough. That is not my blog. That is not me. And that is not us who exist here because I am not me without you all. I love the real community - not the anonymity hiding behind aggression, racism, threats, and hate - but the real one that never have to unanimously agree but aways will listen and read with openness.

Hate does not define me. But I am not made of stone. Behind the screen, beyond the pretty words, I am a person—just like you, and I hope that everyone who reads this remembers that. That every tumblr account, anon or with a username, is a human being. I’m returning not as a puppet but as ‘Fie’, a writer, hoping that those who are still here will want to find our way back to what this was meant to be: a place of joy, of connection, of creativity without cruelty.

I love this community and the connection we’ve built - silly pretty boys aside. I want to share, laugh, cry, and discuss with all of you again— to enter these fictional worlds but with respect and empathy.

So, to the ones who have stood by me, to the ones who have sent kindness when I needed it most—thank you. Your love has always meant more than the noise. You remind me why I love doing this, being here. Why I began sharing my deluded fictional tales of romances with footballers. Why I love each of you enough to share my imagination with. 

If my stories are not for you, that’s okay. But please, do not try to take them from me. Simply walk away.

For those who remain—I’m here, I’m writing, and I’m ready to share again. I’m ready to let the light back in through the aperture of my blog and to get lost in the beautiful, messy world of fan fiction again.

FIE xx

[i'm going to open my inbox to post my responses to all the wonderful messages I've received in the past few days. I apologize for the spam but each one was everything I needed.]

[rorylovesmatt]

all over her (part 2) - matthew sturniolo

part 1

summary: Y/N hasn’t left her house in what felt like ages but one night she decided that it was finally time to get her revenge

warnings: slight mention of drinking

word count: 878

a/n: can someone spam my inbox i’m feeling extra lonely today 💔😣😔 idk how i managed to write all this in under 6 hours.. *NOT PROOFREAD*

Y/N stared at the ceiling of her bedroom, feeling the weight of the past few days pressing down on her chest. The walls of her room, once a sanctuary of comfort, now felt like a prison. It had been a week since she last saw Matt, a week since the betrayal with Emma came to light. The pain was still fresh, gnawing at her insides like a harsh predator. She had locked herself in her room, avoiding friends, parties, and hasn’t eaten in what felt like weeks.

Every day felt like a dull blur, each hour blending into the next. She barely left her bed, barely slept, and barely lived. Her friends had tried to reach out, but she ignored their messages, preferring to wallow in her misery alone. She couldn’t shake the image of Matt and Emma together, the way he used to look at her now directed at her best friend. Someone she trusted with her life.

One evening, as the sun began to set and painted her room in a soft orange hue, Y/N decided she had enough. She was tired of feeling like a victim, tired of letting Matt and Emma’s betrayal control her life. It was time to reclaim her power, to remind herself and everyone else who she was. The idea of revenge had been simmering in the back of her mind for weeks, and tonight, she would finally act on it.

She rummaged through her closet, pulling out a dress she hadn’t worn in months. It was a beautiful deep red . She slipped it on, feeling a surge of confidence as the fabric hugged her curves. She put on her makeup, accentuating her best features. With a final glance in the mirror, she felt a spark of her old self returning.

Y/N grabbed her phone and texted her best friend, Madi, who had been begging her to come out for weeks. Madi’s response was immediate and enthusiastic, promising to pick her up in thirty minutes. Y/N took a deep breath, steadying her nerves. This was it. She was going to face the world again, and she was going to do it on her terms.

When Madi arrived, she engulfed Y/N in a tight hug, beaming with excitement. “You look amazing” Madi said, her eyes shining with joy. “Tonight’s going to be amazing”

They drove to the party, lucki blaring in the car helping to drown out Y/N’s lingering doubts. As they approached the house, the sound of laughter and music grew louder. Y/N felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation bubbling within her. She was stepping back into the world, and she was ready to make a statement.

The party was at its peak when they arrived. Y/N felt a few curious glances in her direction as they entered, but she held her head high, refusing to let any whispers affect her. She spotted Matt and Emma almost immediately, their arms wrapped around each other. The sight made her stomach churn, but she quickly pushed the feeling aside. Tonight wasn’t about them. It was about her.

As the night went on, Y/N drank with friends, danced, and let herself enjoy the moment. She felt a sense of freedom, a weight lifting from her shoulders with every laugh and every step she took. Then she saw Chris.

Chris had always been in their circle, a friend of a friend, but they had never been particularly close. They’ve only had brief conversations whenever she would go see Matt. He was leaning against the wall, a drink in hand, watching the crowd with a laid-back demeanor. Their eyes met, and he gave her a smile that made her heart skip a beat. She walked over to him, fueled by a newfound sense of confidence.

“Hey Y/N” Chris greeted her, his smile widening. “Long time no see”

“Yeah, it’s been a while” Y/N replied, trying to keep her tone casual. “How’ve you been?”

They talked for a while, the conversation flowing easily. Chris was charming and attentive, making her laugh and feel at ease, but her mind wouldn’t stop pretending he was Matt. Y/N felt a connection growing between them, a spark that had been absent from her life for too long. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Matt watching them with a frown while Emma attempted to talk to him. The sight filled her with a sense of satisfaction.

Without giving herself time to overthink, Y/N leaned in and kissed Chris. It was a bold move, one that sent a clear message. She wasn’t going to be defined by her past. She was reclaiming her future. Chris responded eagerly, resting one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek, pulling her closer. The kiss was electric, igniting something inside her that she thought had been extinguished.

When they finally pulled away, Chris looked at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. “Wow” he said, his voice a little breathless. “What was that for?”

“Just felt like it” Y/N replied, her lips curving into a confident smile causing Chris to flash her his signature smirk.

As the night went on, Y/N felt a sense of victory. She had faced her fears, confronted her pain, and came back stronger. Matt and Emma’s betrayal had hurt her deeply, but it hadn’t broken her. She was ready to move forward, to embrace whatever the future held for both her and Chris.

And as she danced with him, the past finally felt like a distant memory.

tags: @bonni-98 @kriissy4gov

[sunoostripletriple]

the start k.s (smau)

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warning!!: crackhead, soft/fluff, lots of swearing, mdni

synopsis - > Y/N, on a whim, decides to prank text a random number. Little does she know, that fate has other plans. Instead of a stranger, her message lands in the inbox of Kim Sunoo, her favorite idol. What follows a whirlwind of unexpected conversations, shared interests, and perhaps the beginning of something beyond her wildest dreams. As their connections deepen, y/n finds herself drawn into Sunoo's world in ways she never imagined, navigating the complexities of fame, friendship, and maybe even love.

a/n: double upload since I once again have not updated my smau in awhile. I've been so busy with work and I had so many things to worry abt in personal life that I forgot I had an smau to work;-; goodness is this the life of a cursed ff writer? ahat

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15. Girls night🖤!!

As the hours pass by, Y/N decides to walk to the station to meet her best friend.

Kacey, who is most likely rushing to meet her friend as quickly as she can, grabs everything she needs from the table near the door.

“Hey, pookie! Sorry, I’m late,” she pauses to catch her breath before continuing, “I had to wash the dishes quickly before leaving.” Kacey pouts.

“It’s all good I even said you could take your time earlier when I called you.” Y/N gives out a guilty smile while looking at her breathless best friend, who seems to be struggling to stand properly.

“Can you not stare at me like some dying puppy?” Kacey stands up after finally catching her breath.

“Anyways, are you ready? Where should we head off to?” y/n says as she links up her arm with Kacey smiling ear to ear.

“Oh,” Kacey starts, causing y/n to stop who was walking along with her. “What did you want to vent about?”

“Should we talk about it on our way to the cafe?” Kacey asks, slightly tilting her head to the side.

“It’s nothing big, just me being delusional again.” said y/n.

“Gorl, you always say that and brush off whatever's going on in your mind.” Kacey states, still walking at the same steady pace.

"Well, if I’m being honest, it’s not that much of a big deal,” the dispirited girl says, looking down at her feet.

“Wait, let me guess.” Kacey pauses before continuing, “It’s about Sunoo, isn’t it?” Y/N stares at Kacey in disbelief, wondering how the hell she found out that she’s been thinking about Sunoo.

“Bitch, don’t give me that stare.” the friend says as she playfully smacks Y/N on the arm, making both girls giggle in the making.

“Well, yeah. It is about him, but it's such a dumb reason.” y/n sighs,

“Spit it out. Stop edging me already.” the impatient girl says as she shakes her friend to say what has been bothering her the whole day.

"Okay, okay, but first, let's go inside the cafe.” Y/N says as she pulls the door towards her, motioning for Kacey to head inside before her.

“Well, thank you. I am very flattered.” Kacey says as a joke, bowing at you as she walks ahead inside the cafe.

“Okay, where were we? OH! Right, so what happened between you and Sunoo?” she claps.

“Did he start replying to you in a dry way?”

“How’d you know????” y/n says, crossing her arms jokingly.

“It’s so fucking obvious just by staring at you, and how you haven’t been spamming on your private account lately, so the only obvious answer to that would be something related to Sunoo,” Kacey utters in one breath without stopping to let the poor girl speak her mind.

“And to add to that you usually start our whole conversation with a “ ‘ So sUNoo sAid thAT MY skY PICture is pretty ‘ “ all giggly and shi-” Kacey retaliates adding more reasons to why she thinks Sunoo would be the reason why you’ve been feeling down. 

“Wai-” 

“Girl, if he’s ignoring you then you should also be doing the same,” Kacey says as she playfully rolls her eyes. “if he’s ghosting you then ghost him as well pookie. Two can play this game.” Kacey scoffs.

“But I feel bad for ghosting him though..” Y/N pouts at the thought of just ignoring the poor boy who doesn’t mean any harm by not replying as much.

“What if his manager found out about us texting and told him not to text me as much??” Y/N says trying to reason out with her best friend.

“Or, he could have your notifications on mute.” Kacey adds.

“Sadgicals, I feel so mean not replying though,” 

“Omg, you need a reality check so badly” Kacey screams in annoyance, as she takes a sip of her strawberry ade.

“If a man ever replies to you that hella dry, it means he’s not interested in you, or you’ve been talking to a random person that's not Sunoo and the boys are just playing along with your delusions.” Kacey speaks out a bit more aggressively making Y/N feel even worse than before.

Kacey then realizes the mistake she made, as she looks at her friend who is as close enough to be her actual sister, and looks even more depressed than she was before.

“Look, I’m sorry for hurting your feelings, but you need to sometimes think more realistically about this situation. I know you trust the boys a lot, but know that sometimes, they could also lie to make you happy.”

“You’re right, I should maybe text him less first to start with,” Y/N says fidgeting with the ring that's on her index finger. 

“Then maybe I’ll forget about me and Sunoo ever-texting from the beginning.”

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[levanswrites]

Apartment #3 - Chapter 3

pairing: steve rogers x undercover!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT*, Neighbors to Friends to Lovers, lots of angst, heavy mutual pining, hurt/comfort, eventual smut/romance/fluff

summary: as an undercover agent at SHIELD, her newest assignment involves moving in across the hall from her target. she's strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target neighbor turns out to be Captain America.

excerpt:

Jessica Grace Parker December 4th, 1989 569 Leaman Place Apt. #3, Brooklyn, NY 11201 Registered Nurse NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital

It’s the undercover alias she’s been assigned as a member of SHIELD’s Special Operations unit. The mission objective was rather simple—monitor the target and report updates as necessary.

She’s gone undercover more than a dozen times, so it’s not the details of the assignment or the temporary relocation she’s concerned about.

It’s just that her target was well… more unusual than most.

author's note: an idea that's been living in my head ever since steve asked sharon for that cup of coffee in their apartment hallway. as a SHIELD agent, the reader's real name has been [REDACTED] to preserve anonymity.

masterlist

“So. You all moved in?”

She lets out a drawn-out sigh, leaning back in her office chair. 

“Yep. And the new apartment’s somehow smaller than the one I have now.”

“Smaller than a studio in Manhattan?” Thomas crinkles his nose, gaze fixed on his screen as he types off the rest of his latest mission report—a 0-8-4 mission to investigate some unregistered Asgardian technology that was detected on the Portuguese coast.

“Yeah, the whole building looks like it’s been there for at least a century. Wouldn’t be surprised if the plumbing’s gone to shit.”

“Damn.” Thomas tsks, muttering absentmindedly as he gathers the files on his desk, closing up the folder.  “…well, if it’s good enough for Cap…” He sighs, before his head raises slowly with a newfound interest.  

“speaking of whom…” 

Folding his fingers over the desk, he wiggles in his seat in anticipation, like a lion ready to strike its prey.

“Did you see him? How was he? Everything you dreamed of and more?”

She rolls her eyes, snorting.

“First of all, I barely met him.” 

Thomas gasps, practically jumping up in his chair.

“So you did see him!”

She shoots him a wide-eyed glare, giving the office a hurried scan.

“Barely, Tom. I just said hi.”

She tries to brush off her coworker’s overt interest, pretending to shift her attention to her monitor as she hits ‘refresh’ on her inbox. 

Thomas, of course, doesn’t let up.

He groans, practically climbing on top of his spinning chair in excitement as he leans in closer. 

“C’mon, girl, spill! I know there’s more than that.”

She purses her lips, glaring at the unread mail piled up in her spam box before swirling around in her seat, sighing in defeat.

“Fine, he just… he helped me with a couple boxes, and he uhm… hesawmykeychain.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as she huffs out another breath.  

“That stupid keychain you got me, Thomas? He saw it.”

It takes what feels like a full hour for the realization to sink into Thomas’s face, and when it does, he’s a laughing mess over her desk, clutching onto his keyboard for support.

“H-holy shit, you’re kidding!” 

He gasps for air, banging on the table as she playfully shoves his hands away.

“Oh my god, girl, I’d say I’m sorry, but… I’m not.”

At the deadpanned expression on her face, he breaks into another bout of giggles. Just as she starts to seriously contemplate strangling her coworker, her phone buzzes on her desk:

Messages Grant Ward 1 Message ‘here.’

“Wait, so how did he rea… ugh, please don’t tell me that’s him again.” Thomas remarks with undisguised disgust, his mood making a remarkably quick 180.

“Yeah, we’re meeting for lunch today.” She mutters, slipping her phone and purse into her bag.

“What? What about our sushi date Friday?”

“Next week?” She stands up, shooting him an apologetic smile as she grabs her jacket from behind her chair.  

“Ugh, I hope he chokes on his food.” Thomas sings under his breath, swiveling back around in his chair as he rolls his eyes.

“Wait, so what are your thoughts on Grant again?” She smirks amusedly, hand on her hip, purse hanging from one arm.

“Oh, he’s just a sweetheart! So glad you guys are back together.” Thomas claps, blinking up at her with fake enthusiasm. 

She only rolls her eyes in response, no longer bothered about her friend’s open disapproval for her on-again off-again relationship with Grant. 

2 years she’s known Grant Ward, ever since they collaborated on a week-long asset extraction case in Marrakech. He was the confident, charming type from the get-go—a perfect foil to her more withdrawn attitude around new people—and for the first few months, it felt like a match made in heaven. Things started to get a little rocky around month 5, and though she understands the concerns her friends have voiced about the instability of their relationship, a part of her is determined to prove them wrong.

When she arrives at the first floor of their building, he’s waiting for her at the lobby cafe.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” She huffs out a breath, sliding into the seat opposite of his.

“Hey, one sec” he mutters without glancing up, slumped backward in his seat. His gaze remains fixed on his phone, thumbs moving quickly across the screen as he types out a long message. 

She lets out a quiet breath, glancing around at the crowded space as agents and other SHIELD employees walked in for coffee and some quick grab-and-go options: turkey sandwiches, salads, fruit cups. 

“I didn’t know this place served lunch.” 

“Hmm?” Grant hums after a long pause, eyes flit rapidly across the screen, head nodding though she doubts he’s heard her. “… yeah, just—“ Another ding sounds from his device and his brows perk up, eyes quickly scanning whatever message is lighting up his phone. 

She frowns, sitting up in her chair as she leans forward.

“Is that about work? Everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine.” Grant licks his lips, sucking in a breath, and the divot between her brows deepens. 

“Listen, [REDACTED]….”

He slips his phone into his pocket, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward.

“…I need to talk to you about something.”

An invisible rope goes taut in the pit of her stomach.

“Okay.” She murmurs slowly, eyes flitting between the hard set line of his jaw and the serious lines under his eyes. 

“I’ve been thinking about us lately, and…”

The rope in her stomach stretches farther and farther, the pressure building up in her lungs.

“I think it’s best if we call this off.”

The rope snaps loose, and the blade of the guillotine swings down. 

She opens her mouth, but all the air’s been sucked out of her lungs and she’s left gaping like a fish out of water. 

“I… what?” She manages to choke out. 

From across the table, Grant heaves out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s just with this relocation gig you’ve got going, I never see you anymore, and I just…. I think we drifted apart, that’s all.”

Her entire body immediately goes rigid at the mention of her new assignment—it was something that Grant had been opposed from the very start:

‘Brooklyn? Really? What the hell does Fury want you to do in that shithole?’ 

He had complained.

She had tried to convince herself that he was being protective, simply worried because she wasn’t allowed to let him in on any of the assignment details. But deep down, she always knew it was the green-eyed monster—at the onset of recruitment, he was disappointed to learn he wasn’t included in the short list of agents whom Fury considered for the assignment. 

She should have known better. About him. About all of it.

“Sorry, are you… are you dumping me right now?”

“No, listen, baby, I think you’re great—“

And the condescension in his voice as he croons ‘baby’ is the last straw that blows the whole fuse.

“—okay, you know what? First off, I am not your fucking baby.”

“…and second, don’t pretend like you haven’t been texting someone else these past few weeks.”

From the small glimpses of ‘miss you <3’ and ‘when are you getting back?’ on his phone, to the way he’d regularly blame overtime for last-minute date cancellations—everything was so obvious in retrospect.

He scoffs at her accusatory glare, as if the idea was unimaginable.

“I haven’t been texting anyon—”

She lets out a sharp laugh, head tilting back as her nose pricks, tears clouding the corner of her vision. 

Why had she given him the benefit of the doubt? Deep down, she had known all along. 

“—you know what, Grant? That’s great.” She stands up abruptly, chair dragging loudly against the floor as she snatches up her belongings off the table. “…but if you’re gonna cheat on me, at least have the fucking balls to admit that you’re the reason we’re not together. Not me or my fucking job.”

The rest of her work day is fueled with nothing but rage—she nearly breaks her keyboard trying to draft a simple email, accidentally stomping over an office plant on her way to the fax machine. Matters are only made worse when she’s called in to deal with a tense hostage situation that drags on for hours on end. 

By the time she gets back to her place in Brooklyn, it’s 8:21pm.

It’s 8:21 pm on a Friday night and her feet are aching, back tense from an afternoon of slumping over the mission control monitor.

It’s 8:21 pm on a Friday night and she’s just managed to climb up the last few stairs to her floor when her phone’s suddenly blowing up with text notifications from Thomas, Kristen from statistics, and a few other close friends from work:

‘OPEN THIS RIGHT NOW.'

‘What in the actual fuck? Did you know about this??’

‘Hey, I thought you should see this.’

Attached is a link to an Instagram story, uploaded by an account she recognizes as one of Grant’s buddies from work.

“What the fuck?” She mutters to herself, brows furrowing as she clicks on the video, squinting at the dimly lit but unmistakeable scene inside of a nightclub—Grant with another woman on his lap, drunk off his ass and laughing as if he hasn’t got a care in the world. The brunette in his lap reaches around, landing a deep kiss on Grant’s lips as his hands slide down her waist. The timestamp reads 10 minutes ago, confirming her biggest fear—not even 8 hours after they had broken up, and he’s parading around with a girl he’s probably been sleeping with for god knows how long.

It’s the third time the video’s playing back on loop when she realizes that angry, hot tears are dripping from her eyes, slowly making its way down to her jaw. She leans against the nearest wall, just outside her door, fingertips turning white at how harshly she was gripping her phone.

How could he do this, after two years of endless work and dedication?

Her knees can barely hold up her weight, stomach bubbling over with betrayal. Her eyes dart desperately across the screen, following their movements over and over and over—she doesn’t even hear the echo of the footsteps coming up the stairs behind her.

“Hey, you alright?” Her eyes snap up from her phone, but she doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is.

Great. Just fucking peachy.

She hastily turns off her phone and swipes at her cheeks, batting at the wet corners of her eyes before facing Steve. It doesn’t take a genius to notice she’d been crying, and his eyes immediately flit across her damp cheeks, the blurred mascara staining her lower lash line.

She fidgets with the rumpled edges of her blouse, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hey.” She mutters, glancing back down at her phone though the screen is blank.

“Hi.” He tries to give her a friendly smile, though the corners of his mouth are noticeably stiff, a small divot forming between his brows.

“Are you… locked out of your place?” He frowns worriedly, eyes darting between her and the door behind her as he steps forward, raising his arm to gesture toward her apartment door. The keys in his hand jingle with his movements, while the other hand is balancing a flat cardboard box, patterned with red and black checkerboards on top. As he shuffles forward, she gets a sudden whiff of… oh, jesus. 

Yeasty, cheesy, and the unmistakable aroma of fresh tomato sauce—all of which can only mean one thing. 

She licks her lips, eyes flickering to the box in his hand before she clears her throat. She glances back toward her door, shaking her head.

“Oh, no, I just…”

Nope, just crying in the hallway cause I got dumped on by a guy who’s been cheating on me for weeks. How’s your night, Cap?

“… no, I’m not locked out.” She ends up muttering, though her feet stay rooted to her spot on the carpet, barely a few feet away from her door.

“Oh.” Steve nods slowly, pursing his lips. 

“…right. Well, I’ll, I’ll see you around.”

Hesitantly, he continues forward, moving down the hallway. Now with her back turned to him, she only hears the soft jingle of his keys and his door creak open. And, yet, she doesn’t hear him step inside. 

“Hey, Jess?” 

Wincing, she turns around reluctantly, annoyance creeping up at Steve’s friendly gaze. He’s standing at his doorway, keys perched on top of the pizza box, his other hand resting on the doorframe. 

Raising his brows, he quirks his head to one side and poses a question that throws her off guard. 

“Have you had dinner yet?”

She blinks, and manages to shake her head.

He purses his lips, stepping forward, away from his dim apartment and back under the hallway lights. 

“Well, if you…” He huffs out a breath, eyes flitting downwards then back up.

“… if you haven’t eaten yet, would you want to share this with me? Don’t think I can finish it on my own.”

He smiles, brows raised invitingly. Her eyes dart between the pizza box and the unassuming expression on his face, and she sucks in a quiet breath.

“I…” She’s dumbfounded, the second time she’s at a loss for words that night, feeling the whiplash of being dumped a minute ago and now being offered pizza by Captain America.

“…are you inviting me inside your apartment?”

It takes a moment for the implication behind her question to sink in, and when it does, Steve’s face is as red as the squares on the box he’s holding.

He perks up, noticeably stiffening. The tips of his ears are the first to turn scarlet, and soon he’s blushing a deep crimson all the way from his cheeks down to his neck. 

He sighs, ducking his head, brows pinched together in distress.

“No, that’s… I’m sorry, that’s not what I me—”

And, despite everything that’s happened, she finds herself trying to bite back a smile.

“—hey, I’m kidding.”

His eyes snap up, eyes scanning her expression before he lets out a breath, letting out a sheepish smile. 

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean for that to come off as creepy.”

And after a while of trying to refrain from smiling, her mouth finally breaks open, and she lets out a quiet laugh.

“It didn’t. You’re okay.”

He seems a little reassured by her laugh, and remains standing in his doorway, door opened only a fraction of the way, and starts to bounce on the balls of his feet.

“Right, so…”

Despite the temporary escape she found in making Steve’s blush, she’s never seriously considered taking Steve’s suggestion. It would be insane, to break Fury’s direct order to maintain ‘no more contact than absolutely necessary’ in the first week she’d been assigned to the mission.

It was still a nice gesture, though. Nice to see that there’s more to Captain America than a friendly smile and a firm handshake. 

“Uhm, t-that’s a really nice offer, but… I’m not really hung—”

And what she had planned on saying was: I’m not really hungry, enjoy your pizza. 

What comes out, though, is a loud rumbling much further down south, just above her belly button.

She turns rigid, head snapping down to the traitor in her belly. And now, it’s her own face that’s as red as a slice of pepperoni. 

It’s only then she realizes that she hasn’t had anything to eat since breakfast, on account of what happened at lunch with Grant.

From the way Steve’s brows perk up in newfound interest, she’s sure he’s heard the noise, and braces herself for whatever embarrassment would follow getting caught in the world’s most pathetic lie by Captain America.

Instead, America’s hero wordlessly steps back out into the hallway, letting his door close behind him with a soft ‘click.’ Finding a spot in the hallway, opposite her door, he plops straight down, laying the pizza down in his lap and stretching his legs across the expanse of the hallway. 

She watches, wide-eyed and dumbfounded—it’s almost comical, how he has to cram his long legs into the narrow space between his side of the wall and hers. Bent at the knees, yet the soles of his feet still press against the other side. 

She glances down at his sneakers, perched up against the wall—a pair of old-fashioned trainers, navy blue and white, with soles tattered and grey from what seems like years of use.

Her eyes trail up a pair of worn 501 Levis, and a navy blue henley that displays an ungodly amount of muscle even under the dull lighting of the hallway. 

“You’re welcome to join me.” Steve grins nonchalantly as he pops open the top of the box, peering up at her under a set of friendly brows, almost as if challenging her to resist. 

A tentative whiff as the smell of pizza drifts right up under her nose, and she lets out a loud sigh, dropping her shoulders.

The next moment, she’s turning on her heels. She heads straight for her apartment door and walks through, the door slamming shut behind her.

Not even a minute later, she’s back outside, holding up two ice cold beers by the neck. Hair thrown up in a loosely tied knot above her head, the top two button of her blouse undone.

Steve’s worried head snaps up at the sound of her door, the lines between his brows dissipating in relief. He smirks, sinking back into his seat on the carpet.

She plops down against the wall facing him, handing him a bottle before taking a swig from her own.

“Thanks.”

With a curious gaze, he slowly takes the bottle from her fingers, eyes following her as she tips her head back for a large swig. From across the hall, Steve rotates the box in his lap, offering her the first slice. 

As her eyes flit over his order, she can’t help the smile that immediately tugs on her lips  

“Good choice.” She murmurs amusedly, reaching for a slice to find it still warm. 

“Yeah, figured it’s a classic.” He picks up a slice himself, the one next to the one she’s chosen, and sets the box down on the scraggly carpet. 

She nods in agreement, practically drooling at the slice of heaven in her hand.

“Clean. No bullshit.” 

A large cheese pizza, classic NY style.

Thin crust, decent char on the bottom though not too burnt. A generous layer of melty cheese and tangy red sauce. 

“… wish life was more like that. No bullshit.” She mutters nonchalantly, more to herself than anything. He chuckles in response, the sound echoing down the hallway as he lifts his slice in the air.

“I’ll cheers to that.”

She laughs alongside him, surprised by how much easier it feels to smile all of a sudden. 

“Cheers.”

One bite of the crispy, chewy, cheesy goodness, and all her troubles start to melt away. 

“Mmm.” She lets out a low moan, eyes fluttering shut as her head bumps against the wall with a soft ‘thunk.’ 

“…fuck, that’s good.”

“Glad you like it.” Steve responds amusedly, smirking at her from over the rim of his beer. He’s got one arm resting over his knee, leg propped up against his chest while the other remains on the floor. The muscles in his forearms flex as he raises his bottle up to his lips, tipping the drink back. 

Before her eyes can wander further, she clears her throat, glancing back down to the pizza in her hand. A second bite shoved hastily into her mouth before she can even swallow the first and good lord, did pizza always taste this good?

“Where’s this from?” She chews, lifting the top of the box off of the carpet to peer at the logo.

Before she can get the top more than an inch off the floor, however, Steve stops her with a quick hand, the width of his palm almost covering half of the box. Her eyes snap up to meet his smirk, brows raised and uncharacteristically mischievous. 

“I’m afraid that’s top secret.” He tsks, and she gasps in response, feigning shock with a hand over her chest.

“Wow. Gatekeeping your pizza place? After I offered you my beer? That’s cold, neighbor.”

As soon as the last word escapes her lips, she perks up with a start, biting her tongue at the realization that she’d just used a goddamn nickname to refer to Captain America.

Her gaze snaps up at Steve, fear brewing in her chest to find that he was… laughing.

A good, hearty chuckle, head tipped back and all. Leaning back against the wall, holding his pizza in one hand, clutching his stomach with the other.

From this close a distance, she can spot every detail—like the tiny scar that hides between the small wrinkles on his forehead when he raises his brows. Or the small crows feet tugging at the corners of his eyes. The ridiculously long eyelashes that flutter every time he blinks, casting shadows over the tops of his cheeks. The small ridge in the bridge of his nose that’s slightly off-center. His plump bottom lip, stretching around a set of pearly-whites as he smiles, proposing a question:

“So how long have you been living in the city?”

“Hm?”

She freezes, eyes snapping up to meet his curious smile.

“You mentioned you moved here from Manhattan. How long have you been living there?”

And the sudden segue into this new inquiry intrigues her, more than anything. Because whatever the variation of the question—‘how long have you been coming here?’ or ‘how long have you known so-and-so?’ or, of course, the age-old ‘you come here often?’—they all usually come across as unwarranted and creepy, a half-assed attempt at a pick-up line at best. 

Yet, from Steve, it only reads as part of a friendly, neighborly conversation. Open and honest, no ulterior motives. No bullshit. 

It’s refreshing, to say the least. 

“Not… not too long. Moved here for work.”

She mutters quickly, taking another swig of her beer, and licks her lips as a raw memory edges into her mind at the thought of work, more bitter than the beer that hits her tongue. 

“…what about you?” She murmurs, watching a moment of conflict cross his face. 

He recovers quickly, smoothing over it with a smile:

“Moved around a couple times, but… Brooklyn’s always been home.”

The bitter bite in her mouth softens a little at the nostalgic note in Steve’s gaze, her eyes tracing the soft creases in his shirt as she recalls his backstory:

Born and raised in Brooklyn, with a WW1 veteran dad who passed early and a mom who worked as a nurse. Not enough money to pursue art school, got caught a handful times getting into alleyway fights. Then tried to enlist on five different occasions, got rejected the first four times. Aside from the basics, though, there was little official documentation on Steve Rogers’ earlier days in Brooklyn. 

Her thoughts are suddenly broken by her phone buzzing loudly in her pocket—just by the ringtone, she knows whose calling her.

She freezes, momentarily paralyzed as her phone continues to go off loudly. Steve’s eyes flit over to the source of the sound but remains quiet. After a few more rings, the phone goes silent, before starting up again with another call.

At that, she lets out an exasperated sigh, digging into her pocket before aggressively sliding the mute button on her phone. She tosses the phone on the carpet with a harsh ‘thud,’ hand reaching up to rub at her temple.

“Those are some persistent spam calls.”

Steve murmurs quietly.

She snorts, her rage temporarily dissolving into a dumfounded laugh that leaves her chest aching.

“That would be an insult to scammers everywhere.”

“You avoiding someone?” It’s obvious from his careful gaze that he doesn’t want to pry.

“You could say that.” She murmurs, eyes still lowered to the ground. Then, after a small pause:

“…it’s my boyfriend. Ex, actually.” She quickly corrects herself, scrunching her nose as the word leaves a sour note on her tongue.   

Out of the corner of her eye, Steve opens then closes his mouth, giving her a small nod in understanding.

“I’m sorry.” 

And, all of a sudden, she feels tears cloud her vision at the first words of consolation, his deep and warm timbre unlocking something fastened inside her.

Fuck, fuck.

“No, don’t be.” She chokes out a laugh as she blinks rapidly, feeling her nose prick with tears. Before she can stop herself, the next words are already tumbling out of her mouth:

“He broke up with me at lunch today. Turns out he’d been fucking this other girl for over a month.”

And it had to be the fatigue, the beer, or some combination of both that was loosening up her lips right now, because there was no way her lucid self could be consulting Captain America about her goddamnlove life.  

“…and he had the audacity to break up with me. Can you believe that?”

Steve stays silent for a while, and she doesn’t have the courage to look up. Then, out of the blue:

“He sounds like a real asshole.”

Her eyes snap up as she lets out an incredulous breath, smiling.

“You’re damn right.”

Two more slices of pizza and a couple beers later, the weight on her chest feels noticeably lighter. 

“Thanks for the pizza, my treat next time.”

An empty promise, she knows. 

There can’t be a next time.

Steve nods, smiling.

“Anytime.”

He takes a small pause, pursing his lips as he casts a quick glance down at the carpet near her feet.

“…shame you got rid of it.” He murmurs.

“Hmm?”

“Your keychain.”

He points at the the set of keys resting on the floor between them, which had fallen out of her pocket sometime during the night. Upon realizing that he was referring to the absence of the red, white, and blue shield—she had made sure to remove it after the embarrassing encounter earlier that week—her confusion quickly turns into red hot embarrassment.

So he had noticed.

“Uhm, yeah, it was uh…” She clears her throat, bending down to snatch it off the floor.

“…getting a little bulky.”

“Bulky, huh?” He quirks his head, raising his brows, and the tip of his nose catches the lighting in the hallway. 

“….so you’re not a fan?”

Eyebrows raised incredulously, she turns to him, eyes carefully surveying the unreadable expression on his face.

“I’m sorry?”

“Of Captain America? I noticed your keychain was his shield.”

She knew this man was good, but surely he couldn’t be that good? 

It had been less than a week since the start of her mission. If he had already caught onto her identity, she would surely be saying goodbye to her steady 7-year-career at SHIELD. Upon a second glance, however, she realizes that the teasing glint in his eyes is a little less strategic and a little more… demure.

Could Steve Rogers poking fun at her keychain because of some other reason?

Her cheeks grow pink at the thought, but she pushes the thought elsewhere. 

And because he thinks that she’s the clueless one in this conversation, she decides to play along, lips curling up in a coy smile.

“I don’t know… I always thought he was kinda overrated.” She pouts, fighting to suppress a smile.“

“…Captain America. Even the name sounds kinda douchey, don’t ya think?”

Contrary to her expectation, he lets out a loud laugh, head almost knocking against the drywall behind him. He glances down at her, hands on his hips, giving her a curious smile. 

In this light, she thinks, he almost looks like the Captain America from the WW2 recruitment posters in the 30s—the fresh-faced, doe-eyed version of him untouched by decades of war. 

“You know, I’ve always wondered who came up with that name.”

That night, as she waves goodbye to Steve and retreats into apartment #3, Fury’s voice bounces around in her head: ‘…primary directive is to maintain minimal contact with him. Nothing over what’s absolutely necessary.’ 

Yet, in the solitude of her bed, all she can think about is Steve—the soft peaks of his hair under the dim lighting of the hallway, the concerned divot between his brows when she had teased him. How he had leaned into their conversation so that he could hear her better, as if Captain American didn’t have better things to do than to listen to her tragic little love tales. That boyishly charming smile he had on his face when he offered her pizza, and again when he asked coyly about her keychain—so much of that innocent warmth she thought he’d lost.

Reminiscing the nostalgic light in Steve's eyes when he'd told her that Brookyln’s always been home, she begins to wonder just how deep the blue runs.

Apartment #3 Masterlist

[bangrychannie]

can you rec more changlix fics 🙏

Omg I'm sorry this ask was totally lost in my inbox in between all of the spam messages :'( here's some changlix fics! They also all have smut so hopefully you are ok with that </3

crown bound by JUTDAECULT (Changlix | 14/15 | 76149 | explicit)

“This is my son, Prince Felix.”   Felix feels his body tense up quickly before he hides his nervousness with a warm, big smile. He steps forward and holds his hand out for the handsome prince to shake.   Changbin accepts the blonde prince’s hand and kisses his small knuckles softly. “It’s an honor to meet you, Prince Felix,” he says smoothly. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

Felix never wanted to be king — and his father did not think that Felix was ready. To strengthen Exalos's political ties, Felix is thrown into an arranged marriage with Prince Changbin, the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Will their budding relationship prepare Felix for the throne, or will the heavy burdens of royalty tear them apart?

As Beautiful as a Blossom by Starlight1395 (Changlix | 16/16 | 57708 | Mature)

Changbin was getting sick of his monotonous life. He runs his family's flower shop day in and day out. Nothing ever changes in his small town and he was starting to believe that he would really be trapped in this cycle of sameness until the day he - mercifully - died. When a strange shop pops up across the street, Changbin finds himself curious - curious about the type of people who would paint their store front a deep, dark plum, and who would try to open a tattoo and piercing parlor on the Main Street of a small, nothing-ever-happens town. Meeting the employees of the tattoo shop would change his life, but nothing could have prepared him for the impact that the pretty, freckled tattoo artist would have on him.

p l e a s e by stormxcake (Changlix | 16/16 | 121253 | explicit)

➵ After a lifetime of bad relationships and heartache, Felix finally finds a good Dom to treat him right and fuck him like he deserves. Changbin kissed the side of his face. “Beg for it.” “Please, can I?” Felix asked sweetly. When it didn’t work, he turned to face Changbin. He wasn’t pouting fully, but the corners of his mouth were turned down and his bottom lip was stuck out just a little, and he knew full well what effect this had on most Doms. Changbin was staring straight at his mouth when Felix began to beg again. “Please, please, please, hyung.”

Check the tags on this one!

Birthday Boy by pietrotheclown (Changlix | 1/1 | 3887 | Explicit)

His eyes fell to the reflection of the necklace, to Changbin running his fingers slowly back and forth over it. “Thought you’d look pretty in it.” “Do I?” “Of course. Always.” “Pretty enough to keep?” or: It’s Changbin’s birthday, and Felix isn’t afraid anymore. He hasn’t been for a long time.

This one is omegaverse with omega changbin and alpha felix

Pink lemonade by hyunnies (Changlix | 8/8 | 15,600 | explicit )

Chaebin’s biceps are the size of Lix’s thighs, and it’s—distracting. That’s the thing about Chaebin. She is terribly distracting.

This one is a cisswap!

If you need more lmk! We need more Changlix fics in the world!!

[mewkhail]

,, A child born in chaos ‘‘

,, will never understand peace. ‘‘

,, Maybe we'll meet each other again, we might as

well meet each other properly, no? ‘‘

Hai hai !! I’m Mikhail, but I also go by Mika and Yaku too !!

I'm a 15 y/o kid who goes by he/it, tho you can use they/them with me too !!

Worth to mention that I'm diagnosed with ADHD and kinda dense in general? Please bear with me...

I'm a writer and aspiring lyricist who LOVES writing about love, life, and many other topics

This will be my main blog, I'm kinda new on tumblr, so don't be surprised if there's sudden changes here, heh...

ANYWAY !!

I write about my OCS a lot in general, but I also write stuff related to these topics:

Alien Stage, Haikyuu, HOYOVERSE games (HSR & GI), Blue Lock, Vocaloid songs (especially nilfruits songs)

And I also enjoy analyzing/talking about those topics from time to time, so you WILL be hearing me talk about them sometimes.

And if you enjoy, and maybe LOVE the stuff I write, feel free to request me to write about any topic (but hopefully, any topics on the range that I'm familiar with...)

But before that... there's some rules I kindaaaa need you to follow if you are going to follow me and interact with me, you better not mind !!

Mika's rulebook !!

❄️- please be nice, or at least respectful here, I will not hesitate to block anyone who's being an asshole

❄️- please don't spam my inbox unless we're friends, I'm not comfortable when people act too comfortable with me !!

❄️- DO NOT send any inappropriate content

❄️- keep in mind that I'm a minor, I'm not the most mature person, but I'll always try to be as mature and reasonable as I can !!

❄️- if you dislike my content, the block button is free to use !! Don't waste your time telling me why you don't like my content

❄️- this is not a rule, but more of a request. If you're gonna ask me questions or just interact with me, try using tonetags with me, I tend to struggle understanding jokes or sarcasm with people I don't know well !!

It's not hard to follow, riiiight?

That's it for now! Hope we get along because I'm a chronic yapper, so this will be a long journey !!

I might also edit this after sometime, so be ready...

Credits too @/cafekitsune for the dividers !!

[renjouu]

helloo! i’m slowly making my way back to tumblr and this account…sorry if i was gone for longer than some may imagined 🥲

however, i feel like im ready to begin writing again and maybe have a fresh new start to this account. therefore, ill be updating my aesthetic and editing my profile post!

i’ll be making major changes to my account so i can have a fresh start.

and yes, that includes a masterlist. i have been lacking on making a masterlist for so long but i actually have made one (in my drafts) and will be posting that up soon.

please ignore when i spam post (don’t know when but will be soon) because that all will just be my masterlist, profile, etc.

but let’s put that all aside, i’m glad to be back and hopefully start posting more!

‼️ requests will be closed UNTIL i clear my inbox

[mr-walkingrainbow]

It's baffling and disgusting how you are okay with both supporting and creating porn involving two canon teenagers, one of whom is canonically sixteen. You've said you're an adult on this account and yet you still write about two children having sex and you like posts about those children having sex. Why you have any kind of platform is beyond me.

Okay. Just too clear this up so I can stop getting fucking hate mailed.

I’m 19. Me and a 16 year old are just 3 years apart. I don’t support child porn or any of that shit.

These are teenagers. From an entirely fake TV show. I don’t know where yall went, but in my high school. It was very much the norm for anyone who’s in high school to be having sex. It’s odd that everyone thinks that if you’re not 18 and above. Your some completely celibate person who is never attracted to anyone or every does anything sexual.

I don’t go around saying I want children to have sex. I don’t. And I will never support that. I’ve written exactly two fix for monster high with nsfw content. One is when they are ADULTS. And the other is a completely consential act. None of what I wrong is non consensual. None of what I write is little kids. These are teenagers! In high school. Who all have wild rampant hormones and do stuff wether you agree with it or not.

Once again. This is a complete fake show? With complete fake characters? Would I go up to anyone in real life and tell them to have sex with another person? No! Would I, have possibly had a sexual relationship when I was younger then 18 (Gasp! 😨 I already did!) but that doesn’t need to be said. I don’t write about anyone 14 or younger. That’s too much like a kid to me. 15 is where teens are really introduced to adult things. And it’s entirely up to them if they want to participate in them or not! Again. I do not support child sex or anything gross or non con. Every I write is consensual. I would not tell anyone in real life to have sex if they were below 18 and not ready for it! That’s not me! That will never be me! And thoughts I may have in towards nsfw stuff are my own thoughts. And I don’t have to share or be shamed for them just because you were brought up differently or can’t seperate fantasy from reality.

their are multiple people on Ao3 who have posted graphic or horrible smut fics. Who genuinely don’t care about age at all. And are just perverted. Why don’t you go spend your time on them. Instead of me. Who genuinely only writes smut for fun and doesn’t ACTUALLY believe in stuff their writing. This is Fanfiction for Pete’s sake. Where people write whatever they want!!! If you don’t want to read any of it. Guess what. YOU DONT HAVE TO! I’m not forcing you to read ANYTHING. what I find interesting is that for someone who thinks I’m so disgusting, you took the time to read my fanfic. Track me down, and send me ANONYMOUS hate mail.

And btw. My fics are TAGGED. You can see clear as day what it is. You don’t have to like it or read it!!! I’m not going into peoples inboxes and spamming them with inappropriate messages or trying to convert people to write NSFW 😭. Like please. Can you just stop filling my inbox with hate messages when I’m clearly not the monster your trying to make me out to be

[writesvani]

Hey Vani! Omg I didn't even know when you posted the newest chapter ( I was travelling and came home yesterday and ended up sleeping for 15 hours yup you read that right I was so exhausted my head was spinning and I kinda sprained my ankle too 😵‍💫) anyways I read the new updating system and I think it's fabulous for you and for us. Again, so happy to have you back darling I hope you're having a great day 🤗 also, I'm gonna read the chapter and spam your inbox cause I have free will 😌

ashhhh how was the travel bestie?? did you live laugh love or was it more like survive cry limp (bc of that sprained ankle omg are you okay 😭)?? either way i hope you had so much fun!! also i’m so glad you like the ✨enhanced update system✨ bc girl i was genuinely sacrificing my last two braincells like a ritual trying to figure out how to give both me and you beautiful chaotic gremlins some breathing room. love you sm, now go spam me some more, i’m ready <3

[mymegumi]

selene!!! i come here with a jar of honey 🍯 for no reason other than i find the emoji so cute 🥺 but i also have a little note for you!!! 💌

i am so thankful for our friendship oh gosh!!! 🥺 i always have a giggle when we talk, and you are always so sweet!! so wonderful!! i love how we r cut from the same cloth 😭 you stop by my inbox a lot and i appreciate ur company so much 🥺 i also find you so funny!!! and your presence is truly such a joy!!! ily 🥺

since this is gratitude themed, i also want to ask you!! what’s something you’re thankful for right now? 🥹 i hope this weekend is wonderful to you!! 🫶🏻

omg sel!!! this was so sweet!’ im so glad we were able to be friends and then mutuals! becoming your friend has filled my life with so much laughter and joy and figuring out how similar we are and cut from the same cloth has been such a fun experience!! i love our love of hajime and megumi and i love our similarities but i’m so glad we can embrace our differences and just be close! gonna be spamming ur inbox even more now and i hope ur ready for it!

i’m so thankful for all of my mutuals and friends i’ve been able to gather and i cant wait for the new year when i can meet more and fall in love all over again with my favorite characters. wishing you so much joy and love tonight sel 🫶🫶

[penbwl]

do you think you could draw swatch helping spam get ready for a piano concert or some other fancy event?

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS cus is started a comic based on it and never had the energy to finish (I’m sorry lol) I’m not gonna finish it just cus I’ve kinda lost the drive for it but here’s a couple of panels (no words ,, just pictures,,, sorry)

Spam was feeling depressed about having his first solo concert without the addies so swatch comforts him and helps him get ready. Here’s 2 of the five unfinished pages cus these are the only ones I had lined whoops

Also they’re both a lot younger here,, obv there’s no text to get that across but hopefully the body language sorta implies that too? With swatch being super nervous and unsure of themself and Spam not quite embracing the big shot lifestyle yet and just being overwhelmed

Anyway yeah I’m really sorry about this one being delayed AND unfinished. Thanks for the ask though!😭

I’m trying to get back on top of spamsician au content again so if anyone has any suggestions I’ll still take them <3

[aconflagrationofmyown]

Oh Marina where to even begin? Can I just say Elaine is my spirit animal and she truly isn’t gonna let anything stop her from getting those babies she was promised huh? To be fair, if Elvis promised me a football team, I’d be no different that man literally owns me. And your writing is always the perfect balance of nasty with soft gentleness that makes it seem all the more real. It toes the perfect line where I was cringing and squeezing my thighs because dear God can’t even imagine that pain, but was ready to be pliant and urge Elvis inside me. When I first started this series I thought Lil Mama was going to be more submissive and clueless but I’m so glad she’s not and that she takes the reigns and leads the family way all the while making her husband feel like a man. Making sure her kids are fed, making sure their family is presentable, making the hard choices, taking the pain time after time to keep their family growing - she’s a super hero plain and simple. Ideas are already forming in my head of all she’s going to do to keep her family together through all the tough times to come (and you know those ideas will spam your inbox enventually lmao.) I love her fondness for Elvis but it is only fondness and I can’t wait for her to fall in love with her husband. She’s gonna learn him so well she’s gonna know him better than he knows himself. (Also I almost passed out when I seen you included the whole “twins recognizing his voice” thing 😭 they were probably doing it the whole night through out dinner swirling their heads to look for their daddy and when Elvis catches on he’s grinning so big and scooping them up and promising to never leave them again.)

… “perfect balance of sweet and nasty” I’m gonna take a bow.

Oh Bri, my dear, your addition of the head swiveling, voice recognition bit absolutely took me out with cuteness, I had to incorporate it. Thank you for it!!

I love the idea of Elaine being naive as can be about plenty of things but she’s gotta a heap of common sense? And with it a fairly steady concept of self worth and confidence in her own authority and capability. I am still figuring out how to balance that but I’m relieved you’re enjoying her not being totally submissive. That wedding night will still remain a riot of innocence and misunderstandings and -revelations, ha. 💋

[unlust-fvck]

Okay so request with Eddie x reader where Eddie and reader get into a fight and she wears some revealing clothes to get him mad and they get into kinda another argument then it ends really fluffy (get ready I might spam your inbox hope that’s okay)

damnit || eddie munson x reader

word count; 491

pairing; eddie munson x gender neutral reader

description; semi shy reader & eddie argue but sorta make up?

warnings; readers wears revealing clothing, semi fluff, arguing, new relationship

a/n; i’ve never written anything this short i’m SO sorry LMAO

arguing with eddie was nothing that happened often. in fact, this was probably the first major argument between you two. you let out a heated huff as he continued bickering at you for god knows what at this point. it originally started as a small argument over the van needing work until you had said something that probably definitely crossed the line.

“it’s just a fucking van eddie! we need to pay rent! not pay for that rust bucket.”

and that, primarily, was what started eddie’s rant. he went on and on about how that van was his baby (to which earned him a scoff). “don’t you see? that rust bucket took us to our first date and now you want to have an issue with it?” he yelled as he followed you down the hall.

you scoffed yet again as you tried to get various things done around the house, really just trying to drop it. as he blabbered on and on, you had it. you spun around and threw your arms up in annoyance. “will you please drop it!” you shot back. “i get it. i shouldn’t have said it.” you said as your arms fell to your sides in defeat, yet that wasn’t enough for eddie as he mumbled under his breath and went out into the living room of your shared apartment.

you rubbed your temples in annoyance as you let out an exhausted breath. when you finally looked up, your eyes landed on your closet. if you couldn’t get him to shut up, you knew what would.

as you slowly walked into the living room, you pulled the waistband to the vulgarly short shorts up as far as you could without being too obvious. the bralette that hugged your chest made your stomach churn as it barely held you together.

eddie’s eyes landed on you. before he could say something that would be just as vulgar as the shorts, he stopped himself. “real mature. really.” he said flatly as he continued to tune his guitar. “thanks ed, not my fault we can’t afford air conditioning.” you said quietly as you walked to the conjoined kitchen. he let out a defeated huff and his eyes followed you no matter how hard he tried to resist.

you began wiping down the counters, sighing to yourself, a tad upset your plan had did nothing. you looked up to see if eddie was looking back at you but all that did was his guitar. your brows raised in confusion but then a pair of hands made their way around your waist as eddie pressed his chest to your back.

“y’know your plan did the opposite love,” he started. you tilted your head, telling him to go on. “if i don’t chip in for air conditioning, i get to see you like this often.” he hummed as he pressed a threatening kiss to your lips that left your cheeks buzzing with blush.

[valyrou]

Hii! Could I get a romantic match up for BSD?

About me

-she/her

- pan but would like a match up with one of the guys cuz I have hard time choosng the best match (+ no minors of course)

Likes/Hobbies:

▪︎writing&reading

▪︎astronomy, stargazing- special interest of mine since I was like 13

▪︎running&gym - a) u gotta stay healthy b) u gotta look good

▪︎sudoku, rummikub, puzzles - i'm old

▪︎history - huge on ancient Greece but also obsessed with my country's history, i'm always happy to share my knowledge about it with ppl

▪︎making plans/spreadsheets/list & organizing things in general (things in home, papers, even parties u name it i will do it)

▪︎cleaning- u don't understand how much i f**king love it good lord nothing better that a nice, deep cleaned house

▪︎cloudy and rainy weather

▪︎ cats

▪︎long walks especially at night

▪︎energy drinks- basically living of them

▪︎cooking/baking - pretty basic but i love making food for friends and loved ones

▪︎flower arranging- really random but who doesn't like a nice bouquet

▪︎music - Lana Del Rey, Mitski, Hozier, ABBA, TV Girl + playing violin

▪︎ cozy places with homey atmosphere

Dislikes

▪︎loud noises, intense smells, bright light, big gatherings of people, places with high humidity - i'm autistic so yeah

▪︎coffe - never grew to like it, don't think i ever will

▪︎childish & know-it-all & argumentative & reckless ppl

▪︎ dramas - let me just stay in the back and mind my buisness u don't have to get involved (as long as it doesn't involve someone i care about cuz if so then u better know that i'm stepping in)

▪︎ not keeping your words

▪︎ cheating

▪︎ snitching

MBTI: ISFJ

Personality traits (kind of):

▪︎loyal, dependable, caring, devoted

▪︎i have hard time making close friends so i get into one relationship at time and stick with them for ages (I'll help u get out of even the worst situations, if we're in it we're in it together there's literally not a thing i wouldn't do)

▪︎ acts like the coldest b*tch on the planet but is actually a softie

▪︎always ready to help, give an advice or gets u out of trouble (after spending 30min screaming at u for how dumb u're and telling u that there's no way i'm getting out of my house rn)

▪︎random punching as love language

▪︎either loud af and joking 25/8 or won't say a word for a week (same goes with texting), but generally much quieter and calmer in private

▪︎uses xD unironically

▪︎kind of a control freak + can get bossy and rigid at times

▪︎always doing like 5 things at a time cuz i won't let myself catch a break but will demand u to rest after a one task

▪︎stress cleaner - mopping floor at 2am is a weekly occurrence

▪︎indecisive- just tell me ehat to do and i'll get the job done don't leave picking options to me cuz i will just tell u that neither of them is optimal

▪︎ I have a habit of calling everyone sweetheart/sweetie/sugar/hun...

▪︎ I often see beauty in things that others might not notice and really enjoy the beauty of nature

Looks:

4'11☠

black mid-back straight hair that i always wear in a pony tail cuz i hate when it gets in my face blue eyes + glasses

i wear only black + lots of chains and heavy boots/platforms (i gotta add some hight u know)

Hope you're doing well, have a nice day!♡

-bandages girl

(yeah it's me again sorry to spam you inbox so much this week :// )

A/n: HII!!! Sorry for the wait! Also don’t worry if you spam my inbox, I’m always super happy to get requests and messages!!

I Hope you‘re doing well and enjoy who i matched you up with! <3

I‘ll match you up with….

EDGAR ALLAN POE

You two probably found each other because you have much in common!

You like puzzles? He‘ll write a story for you to solve, with the help of his gift!

Like an escape room date!

Gentle kisses on your bandages…?

Not necessarily a hugger, but if he hugs, he hugs you like he won’t see you again

Very gentle and patience

You will be his muse and inspiration for novels

Date night stargazing? Meteor showers together?? (Captures the moment in one of his novels for sure!)

Captures all his favorite moments with you together in his books

Forehead kisses frfr

Poe tends to overwork himself, so you telling him to take a break from time to time is nice

I mean you like cats.. a raccoon is close enough to a cat… right?

Karl will be your cat, don’t worry abt it

If you punch him lightly he will chuckle a bit, but be INCREDIBLY GIDDY

he is a goofy lover

He gets flustered easy, but sometimes can be a little dominant and has the balls to caress your cheek or Something

[paintedkinzy-88]

Further Update, and Small Notification Warning

Aight, so.

Hello howdy, I’m still kicking. Thank you for the support and kind words, I definitely did not cry reading comments, I love you all--

It’s been. About a week. Things have sunken in. I got mildly sick at some point so I didn’t answer as many asks as I wanted but whatever lmao. I actually brought my inbox down from like. 70??? To around 30! Which is a huge relief ya have no idea. I want to give you all the responses you deserve, but there’s only one of me wheeeze.

That being said, I have a lotta asks piled up and ready to post. I won’t be spamming anything, I swear, I’ll probably start watching some videos (got Gab’s Stardew Valley vid pulled up atm huehue) and toss out an ask or two as I go lmao. I won’t post everything today either, just a bit tonight and continue through the next day or so. But still, anyone with notifs on, this is your warning XD

Asks are back on! Thank you all again, you’re the heckin best. I’ll try to get back into the swing of things before school starts in a few weeks. <3