#7. I found a pair of jeans!!! that fit me really well!!! and I found them practically on the first try!!!

[sodacowboy]

anyway I’m gonna list some good things that have happened to me/in my life in the tags

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 12

Well, this story is complete. I finished it on Friday and will be fully uploaded in two weeks. With chapters 14/15 next week on the 31st and 16/17 on April 7th.

This has been one hell of a ride. I never thought I would ever do omegaverse. But this one just demanded to be written.

TAG LIST FOR THIS STORY IS CLOSED

Eddie takes Steve shopping and they go the Grammy's.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11

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Steve loved shopping. It was his favorite thing in the world. He especially loved it when he went with Chrissy or Robin or sometimes even both. But he was finding out that shopping with Eddie was special.

“I’m going to rock your world, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured when they entered the shop.

It was all high end, naturally. But it was the type of stuff Steve would have bought for himself back in high school.

“Eddie...” he whined a little.

It was sweet, it really was. But he couldn’t wear the ‘uniform’ of a omega housewife. Not anymore.

“Just wait, darlin’,” Eddie whispered, “it’s gonna be good.”

Just then a man came over. He was short, barely 5’5”. He had warm brown skin and silver hair.

“Hello, loves,” he said, voice as warm as his skin tone. His accent was the vaguely British of someone who had lived in the United States for a long time.

“Hello,” Eddie greeted, kissing him on each cheek. “Steve, this is Raj. Raj, this is Steve Harrington, he’s a Starcourt omega.”

Raj clasped his hands together. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve.”

Eddie turned to Steve. “Raj is a professional stylist. He’s dressed me for many an event and he’s going to help you find your style.”

Steve smiled at him. Because of course Eddie was only trying to help and not make him feel inferior about liking a style that he couldn’t wear.

“Come on, love,” Raj said, “tell me what you like.”

And so Steve did just that.

They spent the afternoon trying on several different combinations and styles that Steve felt like he was a runway model to the crowd of one.

Eddie sat on a big, white, overstuffed armchair and made comments on everything Steve tried on.

Three hours later, Steve was walking out of the store in a navy blue striped polo and tight fitted jeans and several bags filled with clothes of a similar style.

Steve laughed when he exited the shop, twirling around with his bags. Just so happy.

Xander took the bags from Steve and put them in the trunk of the car to keep the bags from going flying.

Eddie pulled him in for a kiss.

“God, you are so gorgeous when you’re happy,” he murmured into Steve’s neck.

Steve hummed. “Well, it’s a good thing that the thing that makes me happiest is you, huh?”

Eddie looked up at him with a tender smile. “Back attcha, big boy.”

Steve wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“Will I get to see you before the Grammy’s on Sunday?” he asked, softly.

Eddie sighed. “Unfortunately not. I have so many interviews and shit that I just won’t have time.”

“That’s okay. I still have other work I’ve got scheduled this week.”

Eddie kissed him deeply. “You have fun, babe and I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“Bye.”

Eddie watched as the car pulled away from the curb. He had gotten to meet both Robin and Xander, the two people tasked with keeping Steve safe and he found that he loved them both.

And that fact settled one of the worries in his chest about Steve, knowing that his boy was being looked after properly when he wasn’t around.

****

“Troy’s coming,” Robin said, “I’m not asking, I’m telling you.”

Steve glared at her. “He’s creepy.”

“He’s really not,” she defended. “He’s very protective of the omegas in his care and I need a second pair of eyes on you tonight.”

“I don’t see why,” Steve said rolling his eyes. “I’ve done hundreds of events with only one handler in the past. What makes tonight so special?”

“The press.”

Steve huffed. “I literally when to an event for the press with Nancy, how is this any different?”

“Because these aren’t the civilized press, Steve,” Robin said menacingly. “These are the vultures. The bottom of the barrel. Sleazy, gasping, horrible people who will judge you, seek to tear you down, and humiliate you.”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” She kissed his cheek. “Eddie has his own security, but they’ve been coordinating with Troy and me all week. What’s your signal for needing to get out quick?”

“Moving my clutch from my left hand to my right,” he said.

She nodded. That was a good signal. Steve liked his right hand free to shake hands with people.

“What’s your signal if you need to get away from the alpha?” she asked next.

“I take out my earrings,” he dutifully replied.

Again, not something Steve would normally do, so she nodded.

“The code word to get both of you away from someone who is harassing one or both of you is ‘caveat’.”

“As in ‘one of the caveats for dating an escort is to be understanding when something work related comes up’?”

Robin grinned. “Perfect. All right, we’re good to go.”

Steve grabbed his black clutch and matching shawl. It was February in California, but it was still February.

He draped the shawl over his shoulders and walked out to the car.

Troy and Robin got into a white SUV with Troy at the wheel.

Steve slid into his car to find a waiting Eddie.

“Well this is a surprise,” he cooed, sliding up to press himself against his boyfriend’s side.

Eddie chuckled, lifting his arm to wrap around his shoulders. “Benefits of properly courting you, darlin’. Management is letting me know where you live. Ish.”

“Ish?” Steve asked, scenting along Eddie’s jaw.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “The windows were tinted so I don’t know exactly where we are, but I know enough.”

“Ah.”

Yeah, that made sense.

“You look so pretty, baby,” Eddie said, changing the topic. “You look good enough to eat.”

Steve chuckled. “So do you.”

And he did. He was wearing a black suit coat with black rhinestones embroidered into the lapels, with a white button up shirt that decidedly not, tucked into a pair of black slacks. On his neck were several necklaces and chains and his wrists were covered in bangles and more chains.

He had a single earring in his left ear which was an upside down cross.

Steve was enraptured.

“This is all for you, baby doll,” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear. “I rarely dress up for these things, but I wanted to look good for you.” His hand reached around to cup Steve’s ass. “Especially with you looking like sex on legs in that short dress.”

Steve chuckled. “You keep this up and we’re going end up torturing poor Xander’s ears by having sex back here.”

Eddie’s eyes blew wide. “Shit Stevie, if we didn’t have to be there at a specific time, I would absolutely hold you to that.” And he pulled Steve even closer to him so that the omega could feel the reaction to his words.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from scenting Eddie again.

“Did I tell you that thing the attracted me to you second to you being the sweetest thing,” he murmured, “was your scent?”

Eddie licked his lips. “Right back ya. Together we smell of Christmas.”

Steve giggled. “A little bit, yeah.”

Xander caught Steve’s eye in the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrow causing the omega to blush, ducking his head shyly.

Xander knew something that Robin didn’t as she couldn’t be in the car with him for things like this.

Despite a Starcourt escorts’ reputation for being sex pots, sex wasn’t allowed in the back of the car. Mainly because of the driver, but also because what they did was meant to be higher than just make outs in the back of a car.

It wasn’t a rule, like not giving out their personal number was a rule, but it was a guideline that Steve had adhered to almost religiously. So for him to even suggest jumping Eddie was completely out of character for him.

Eddie raised Steve’s head gently with his forefinger. “You look so pretty when you blush, baby, but there is nothing going on here that you need to be ashamed of, okay?”

Steve nodded.

Just then the car rolled to a stop, signaling that they had arrived at the red carpet.

Behind them Troy and Robin stepped out with Eddie’s two security members. All of them dressed in black suits and ties with pristine white button up shirts.

All of them pulled out their sunglasses and slid them on. Troy walked up to the door and opened it.

Eddie slid out first, waving to the crowd. Then he turned around and helped Steve get out of the car. Steve waved, too, then slipped his hand around Eddie’s arm.

“The first interview is with Vanity Fair, Kayla Brosnahan,” Troy murmured to them. “She’s very fashion orientated so she’ll ask about your clothes first.”

Steve nodded. He glanced at Eddie, who nodded.

They walked up to the beautiful alpha reporter in a long, slinky, red dress.

“Kayla, Vanity Fair,” she said to the cameraman, “here with Eddie Munson, frontman of Corroded Coffin who is up for three awards tonight, and Starcourt escort, Steve Harrington.”

She turned to them. “Wow! You two look absolutely stunning together. Who designed your clothes tonight?”

Steve smiled. “Omega designer, Lola Martinez and the jewelry is by St Giovanni.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “Those are some pretty big names. And how about you, Eddie? Who are you wearing tonight?”

“Jimmy Pantera.”

Jimmy was a known alternative style fashion designer. Chains, leather, denim, studs; basically the metal and grunge scene. What Eddie as wearing would have been very conservative for his collection.

“Very nice,” Kayla said. “I can see it now. Wow.” She turned to Steve. “Have you had any clients cancel on you because you’re being courted?”

Eddie bristled and was about to lay into her when Steve touched his elbow.

Steve batted his eyelashes with a simpering pout. “Oh, Kayla, you know all client information is confidential.” Kayla opened her mouth to say something snide, but Steve beat her to it. “Plus, I don’t kiss and tell. Not like a certain omega who’s been warming your bed.”

Suddenly she was sputtering and back tracking. “Eddie, you’re up for three awards tonight, what are your hopes for tonight?”

“Corroded Coffin and I are very happy to have been nominated for Best Metal Album, Album of the Year, and Single of the Year for ‘Hell’s Lookin’ Better Than Heaven’, but we were disappointed we weren’t nominated for more. Best Metal Performance is a prime example. Even though we made more money then any other touring band last year, we weren’t even considered.”

Again Kayla was forced to back track and try to start over but they had chosen that moment to move on. Kayla turned to her camera and made a slicing motion across her throat to tell him to stop taping.

All the interviews kept in the same vein. They would be chatty, ask about what they were wearing or who they were most excited to see perform and then drop shit like:

“Are you going to make Steve stop escorting once finish your courtship?”

To which Eddie replied, “I’m not so fragile that I need constant validation that my dick is big enough. Stevie is his own person and if he wants to keep working, why would I stop him?”

Followed by back pedaling and Steve and Eddie moving on.

Next asshole:

“Steve, are you angling for a bond to get out of being an escort?”

Steve and Eddie just blinked at him like he was too stupid for words. They just walked off.

Once Troy just moved them past an interviewer calling their name.

Steve looked down and a little behind him. “What was wrong with that one?”

“He’s been sexually harassing omegas that come through,” Troy muttered back. “Making lewd comments, making passes at them, touching them without their consent.”

Steve nodded and Eddie put a protective hand on his lower back. They made it through the gauntlet and into the Radio Music Hall.

They sat down at the table that already had the rest of the band and their plus ones and settled into enjoy the show.

****

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[milli-moi]

Things that Mama-Nat fanfics often miss/get wrong/don’t consider

Another post involving TTJ Verse… but this is also tips for Fanfic writers I guess. I dont see many fics with mama Nat (we need more!!) but a lot of them put me off by what they don’t look at.

Ps, yes this is largely based on her and James (Bucky) because thats the only acceptible pairing! - I mean… ugh… you can paiNat with whoever you want… or whatever…

1- Natasha has sexu@l trauma

- in TTJ Verse, Natasha finds the examinations during labour very hard, she is vulnerable and being reminded of a lot of bad moments.

2 - in the comics, Natasha has been pregnant and given birth before.

- in the TTJ verse, Natasha knew she was in early labour, deliberately had a nap to prepare while waiting for James to come home. She timed her contractions to know they were real and put on her ‘game face’ going into the situation.

3- because of her experiences before Natasha would probably be very scared of being pregnant in fear of losing another child.

- in the TTJ verse, Natasha will not prepare for the baby, she has no interest in buying things and getting ready for the arrival. She is too scared of being hurt again.

4 - Natasha has lived many years (more in the comic verse) knowing she can’t fall pregnant. She wouldn’t necessarily realise she was pregnant especially if the baby was a ‘surprise.’

- In the TTJ verse Natasha only begins to be concerned when she notices a clear change in her weight, being unable to button jeans that should fit. She then took 3 tests, later having it confirmed she was already 23 weeks (5 months) pregnant

5 - there’s a high chance Natasha wouldn’t be that big, she is very fit and athletic, muscle tone can means baby bumps appear smaller.

- in the TTJ verse this is part of not knowing she was pregnant for so long. She is also able to disguise her pregnancy for another couple of months.

6 - Her Relationship with her unborn baby would likely be affected by her past experiences and her life in general.

- in the TTJ verse, Natasha finds it hard to see her bump as anything but alien, she is detached and finds it hard to connect emotionally to the baby, also finding it hard to connect intimately with James as a result

7- Natasha wouldn’t be likely to instantly adore her baby, she would love them more than life itself but she might find it hard to adjust to that.

- in the TTJ verse it was really important to Natasha that she got back to work asap. She needed the sense of purpose. However, she also found that leaving her baby for a few hours was torture and was relieved to get home.

8 - logistics and mess. Pregnancy and postpartum are not easy. There can be a lot of things to consider.

- in the TTJ verse there is an instant of hearing a kitten cry which causes Natasha to end up leaking milk (a natural response to crying). It’s also important to consider pregnant sexy times in terms of logistics, desire etc. as well as changes in sensation.

[gemmahale]

🌺 !! (I remember you talking about developing your style to be more you-- Did you figure out what direction you wanted to take it?)

Handwritten Emoji Asks

Charlieeeeeee!!! Hello!

🌺 describe your aesthetic (even if it’s just what you’re wearing now)

So I've actually settled on the fact that my aesthetic is a changing thing. I have a general pattern I've found myself leaning more into lately though: jewel tones and fun (thematic - bugs or plants) patterns are the vibe I've been leaning into. Bonus if it's a swishy skirt. 😊 (Yes I will do the spin test.)

But there's another part of me that really thrives in simplicity - button downs and jeans/slacks. I'm still searching for pants that fit me well; I have some that are okay, but nothing I'm hella excited about. I am expanding past the navy/black/khaki I was raised with and trying new colors though - olive green and brown. And I have my eyes on a pair of purple pants, but I'm not courageous enough for those yet lol.

On the other hand, I'm envious that Kallen has like 7 tshirts and 2 pairs of pants and that's it. But he works from home (and almost had the cops called on him because a neighbor two streets over thought he was tresspassing because they didn't know he lived with me lol). So things are a lot more simple for him.

[discountdemonwarehouse]

Domestic December Day 7

Little bit behind schedule, but here we go.

Prompt: Helping them pick an outfit. Terzo helps Quinn pick an outfit for a date with someone he doesn't approve of. He doesn't think the date is really a date either.

AO3 Link with all the days

SFW, no smut, etc.

Ages → Quinn – early/mid 20s, Terzo – late 20s

        The bed squeaked a little as Quinn flopped on it in annoyance. “I have nothing to wear! How do I have nothing to wear, Terzo?!” “You have plenty to wear, tesoro,” he cooed soothingly, walking to her small closet. “Or maybe not.” He hummed thoughtfully as he looked through her closet’s offerings, or at least what was actually hung up and not piled at the bottom on the floor. “Why is your closet so small?” he asked distastefully. “I’m not you, I can’t just demand they renovate to give me a walk in closet. Most of my clothes fit in the dresser because I don’t feel like hanging up jeans.” Terzo sighed. “Remind me to take you clothes shopping.” “I don’t need to go clothes shopping!” “Sì, you do. How will you ever find a man with this? How will I ever become zio (uncle) to your bambinos, if you stay single, eh?” “I never said I planned on having kids! I have this for a reason,” She gestured to the enchanted bracelet on her wrist. He waved a hand dismissively at her, pawing through her closet again before moving to her dresser. “Are you wearing clean underwear?” “What the fuck kind of question is that?” “Yes or no, tesoro, I need to know what items you need.” “Oh my… Yes, I am,” she rolled her eyes. “Bene (good). These…” He tossed a pair of denim cut offs on the bed. “And this.” A crop top. “And… You only own flannel button down shirts. Hm. To my room! Bring the items! Let’s go!”

        Quinn protested as Terzo dragged her through the halls of The Ministry, clutching her clothing to her chest. “What are you doing?” “I’m going to loan you one of my dress shirts.” “Terzo, they won’t fit me, I have breasts, remember?” “Yes, I know. It doesn’t need to fit properly,” he smirked. She stumbled as he shoved her through the door into his clergy suite, locking the door behind them. “Terzo–” “Shh. Go put those on while I get the dress shirt.” Sighing, she locked herself in the bathroom, only humouring him to try and prove how ridiculous his choices were. “I really should wear tights under these shorts.” “No, you shouldn’t,” he chuckled. “You want to show off your… assets.” Quinn made a disgusted noise, rolling her eyes. Emerging from the bathroom moments later, she found him waiting with a white shirt. He held it up and assisted her into it before spinning her around and pulling the ends up, tying them under her bust. He stepped back to inspect her, then nodded firmly. “There.” She looked at herself. “I look like Daisy Duke from Dukes of Hazzard.” “Exactly. Less sophisticated though,” he teased, gesturing at her hair and combat boots. Quinn frowned at him, unimpressed. “He won’t be able to resist you. Not that he deserves you.” It was Terzo’s turn to frown.

        She raised a brow at him. “I am only pointing out he did not ask you on a proper date, he asked you to a very casual event at The Ministry you’d be attending anyways.” “That happens all the time.” “Well it shouldn’t, not for a grigliata (Italian bbq/cookout). It’s basically just The Ministry serving supper outside, the equivalent of saying you’ll sit together during lunch.” He clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “You don’t like him, do you?” She smirked at him. “He’s a fine member of The Ministry. Does he deserve you? Mai. (Never.)” He kissed her forehead. “Tu sei una stella splendente e lui non è degno di leccarti gli stivali.” He didn’t bother to translate for her. (“You are a shining star and he is unfit to lick your boots.”) “So why this outfit?” “Because it’s cute on you. Not too far off things you’ve worn before. You shouldn’t be a different person to win him over – or any man. If they can’t love you for you, they don’t deserve you.” “Listen to your own advice sometimes, yeah?” He laughed a little. “One day, maybe. I have to meet more expectations than you.” “Only if you choose to, Terzo.” He made a noise, shrugging it off. She watched him for a moment, opting to lighten the mood. “So, you’re sure this makes me cute, huh?” “Were we dating – I would never take you to the grigliata (bbq/cookout) as a date, by the way – but if you wore this for the appropriate date with me, it would make me happy. Even with sloppy hair and combat boots.” Quinn rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the help.”

[shyprincessthoughts]

Well, I woke up very this morning after consuming another massive meal before bed. I was very stuffed last night before bed. Everything was packed in nice and tight and legitimately one bite away from rolling into the sickness zone. But I didn't like the good greedy girl I am, I took my belly filled with an enormous 28-oz steak straight to bed for the relaxing to begin. I did not get up after that point. I fell asleep at some point, only to wake up feeling things starting to lose up. Only 1.75 hours later. In my mind, there is no way I could have been able to digest or even begun to digest that much food that fast. So I decided to roll over and go back to sleep before my brain caught on and kept me up the rest of the night.

Now in an effort to help me keep an eye on what I am consuming i downloaded that diet diary ap thingy. I also put a step counter on my phone so that I could be more accurate at the end of my days and see where I am headed and if it is in the right direction. Now here is the first confusing thing. It restarts the count at midnight. How is it that by 8am I have over 180 steps already? I know I get up to use the facilities, but it is legit maybe 10 steps from my bedroom? I am not too worried a out caloric wastage there because 182 steps is only 16.7 calories, but 182 steps is just unreal considering when I went to sleep the idea of 2 steps was 2 too many.

My bigger confusion though. My big round drum of a belly ball. It feels loose, but I still feel full. It has deflafed considerably, i did a full poke, grab and giggle test. It's definitely ready for more. but when I stadted to move around a bit it is definitely a lot heavier than usual. Curiousity got me so got up and stuffed myself into my do nothing weekend pants it really feels a lot weightier. I feel hungry again, I mean my belly is barking at me quite loudly. Gurgles and grumbles galore, but my appetite is not quite there yet. I know if I put my mind to it I could fill it back up, but I also know enough that I still need a bit of time. But back to the curious part. I stole the scale from my feeder and weighed myself 3 times to confirm. I have gone DOWN 2.2lbs on the scale. I ate 2.2lbs of food just before bed??!!

What the heck is happening here? Are all my efforts in vain? Or am I just still having a steak fever dream and should go back to bed and just rest some more? I want to get my one errand of buying new pants over before the mall gets too busy.

Maybe I am just stressing about how many sizes up I will need to go into order to be comfortable at home and work. I found out that my old brand of jeans has added a proper plus sized (I hate that word) line all the way up to size 30, so I may be spared from maternity shopping. But the mall has since opened up another shop that could also probably have my correct sizes, too. I have come to realize that it has been over 7 years since I last bought a pair of jeans. I have to do a full new set of measurements because the size I think that still fits me really doesn't and I don't just want more of the same issue I have now.

Maybe shopping while a little stuffed is the safest option? It is not like I am not going to put more weight on. Perhaps I should buy 2 pair at the right size and one a little bigger for my "fat days" even though I think they are gonna be more like my perfect fit goals.

Wow, deep thoughts for this hungry, but not hungry, stuffed but not stuffed, round but feeling deflated girl. There is definitely something happening in there. I just don't know what. I got out of breath making the bed, and now I can't get up from my current position in bed because I fell into one of my divets. Ugh. It's a good thing I brought some snacks so I could get this all out. If I get back to fully stuffed again. I can just roll like a ball out of bed... right?

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

While we're all in our feelings tonight, one thing I'm really grateful for this year for this community and for following Taylor is that it's helped me regain some of my sense of style which has been sorely missing for years. (Caveat: everyone can and should wear whatever they want at all times. This is a very me situation.)

I was very much a Rory Gilmore-type dresser in college and liked to dress up cute and play with makeup and such but then eventually ended up in a job where I was working seven days a week and almost exclusively wore athleisure most of the time. (Not that there's anything wrong with that!!!! You do you boos! It served its purpose for me as well!) And between just being exhausted and being in an environment where dressing up was Not A Thing (which had its own benefits absolutely) and also gaining a lot of weight in the past 5-7 years, I've been so absolutely uncomfortable in my skin and stuck in such a rut.

And while Taylor's style isn't always in my wheelhouse (though it is a lot more often than not) and I'm not tall, thin, blonde or rich, seeing how Taylor plays around with accessories and palettes and textures and kind of inadvertently studying that (and a huge thanks to the Taylor Swift Style blog for tracking all that stuff down), I've started playing around with that myself to see what I like and how I can express myself and my own style through that has honestly been kind of life changing in a way. Because while I still very much feel like an alien in my own body (and wish I looked and felt like I did ten years ago when I was in the best shape of my life), it's at least making me feel like I am gaining the tiniest bit of confidence in myself.

This is not to say that makeup and clothes make everything better. The beauty industry complex is toxic as fuck for a million different reasons and I actively resent it everyday. But I also love the art of makeup; I love how using different palettes play off the colour of my eyes, or different lipstick colours can convey totally different vibes. (I don't wear it everyday, and more often than not when going out don't wear more than a little mascara and eyeliner.)

I love how changing an outfit can go from "I'm a cosmopolitan girl walking through the big city like I belong"* to "I want to run through a field and get lost"** or whatever. I've spent more money on clothes this year than I have in the past five, but they've been intentional and made me think about how they go together, the quality of fabrics and how they hang, and how I can achieve the looks I aspire to. And I also started thrifting!

(*I am definitely not, I'm hopelessly suburban, but I could be a big city girl again if I wanted to. **I also am not actually one to run through fields but you know, I could cosplay the folkore photoshoot if I really wanted to too.)

When those first post-Joever photos from dinner hit in April from NYC in the black bodysuit and jeans, it made me think, "huh, I really like how this looks, but if I were going to wear it, what would I do differently?" and it's gone from there. I've discovered that despite the fact that at first it made me feel like I was 14 in my skating costumes again, I really loved how versatile bodysuits could fit with other pieces of clothing, whether they were high-waisted jeans or wide-leg pants or linen shorts or whatever, and took off from there.

I started experimenting with all the costume jewellery I have (and added more) and how I could change up my stack in a way I haven't since I got my second piercings when I was 13. (Still really tempted to go for #3 and/or a helix that I've wanted since I was 17 butttttt think I'm too chicken at the end of the day.) I've rediscovered my love of blazers and found my pair of go-everywhere white sneakers. (Am never going to be a high heel girl except for fancy events though lmao.) I dug out my jean jacket I hadn't worn in years. I have tried (and mostly failed) to draw a cat eye sharp enough to kill a man.

I'm getting a little better at caring for myself and becoming marginally more accepting of myself where I'm at.

I'm by no means a fashionista and don't follow that world in a general sense, and I'm definitely not, like, setting out to copy Taylor's style at all, however I am grateful that not only do I have all these music that fills me with joy, have made friends online and have bonded with friends IRL over it and now have an awesome trip to Europe on the books for 2024, but that I'm also kind of rediscovering and reconsidering what I like to wear and feel directly and indirectly thanks to Taylor too.

If 2023 was good for one thing for me, it may just be that at least.

[rogersevans]

Pregnancy Problems

Summary: Y/n is heavily pregnant, 7 months to be exact, her confidence is low and she can’t tie her shoes, she’s allowed to have a meltdown, right? a part of the evans’ series.

Pairings: pregnant!Y/n Evans x Chris Evans

Warnings: pregnancy mood swings, swearing and attentive chris

a/n: sorry this hasn’t been updated recently, I've been stuck in a slump with this series but I found some inspiration I didn’t know I had

“Just-” Y/n huffed out a breath of air as she tried reaching down to tie her shoes. “Fuck!” It was like they were laughing at her, so close but so far away, thanks to the swollen belly stopping her. Chris wasn’t home, he had nipped out to see Scott for an hour or two and Y/n really wanted to get out of the house and walk Dodger for an hour or two.  

7 months, 7 long fucking months of being pregnant.

The stress of their recent move, the last few boxes still dotted around the house and unfinished nursery had Y/n reaching the point of no return, the stress getting to her. With her arrival fast approaching they made quick work of buying their new home in Boston and even though Chris didn’t allow her to lift a finger, both of their families helping where they could, the still unpacked house was getting on her nerves. 

Y/n loved being pregnant, but as the months were getting on her back was permanently aching, the constant need to pee, not being able to eat some of her favourite foods without wanting to vomit or not being able to fit behind the steering wheel of her car anymore, she was losing the will to live, especially as a rare heatwave hit Boston. She found herself seated permanently under the cooling spots of their AC, bouncing on that damn pregnancy ball. 

The thought of two more months of this made her want to cry.  

“Dodger, tie my shoes for me please bub.” She asked the pup who was sat by her feet, patiently waiting and protecting, only to pat his head when he licked her jean clad leg.

In the past few months Dodger had become incredibly protective over her, not letting anyone, except Chris, near her if he was around. Sometimes, letting Chris near her was a push, depending on how he felt. He would always be at the end of the bed by her feet, next to her on the couch head resting on her lap or by her side as she walked through the house.  

She lowered herself to the bottom step of the stairs, seeing if that would help, maybe give her some leverage, but that didn’t happen. Reaching down to grab the shoe from her foot and launch it forward towards the front door, letting out a frustrated scream.  

“Whoa!” Chris suddenly shouted, dodging the shoe, to be met with his wife’s distraught face. “What’s wrong?” He was by her side in a heartbeat, using his thumbs to wipe away her tears.  

Emotional moments weren’t out of the ordinary for Chris now, his wife was heavily pregnant, it was to be expected. The other day she cried at cupcake he bought her from the bakery they loved going to. She got excited over small things like when the grocery shop would be delivered and found stupid jokes funnier (but what’s new there) to the point of searching up new ones on Google.  

“I just wanted to take Dodger for a walk!” Now crying into her hands, not allowing Chris to pry her hands away so he settled for bringing her into his chest as he rubbed her back. “I’m too fat to tie my shoes!!”

When Y/n felt her husband's body vibrated from laughter she couldn’t stop herself from snapping her head up at him, scowl now forming on her brows.

Shit.

The one emotion Chris hated, anger.

Have you ever tried to argue with a pregnant woman? It’s dangerous.

“What’s so funny?” She sneered, yanking herself from Chris’s grip and pushing herself off the step, waddling into the kitchen only to be followed by him.

“It’s cute, watching you get flustered-”

“Flustered?” Her tone of voice now low and unnervingly calm.  

“Well, yeah-”

“I’m not flustered Chris! I’m angry!” Walking to the fridge to grab a bottle of water, flailing your arms around. “I can’t tie my own shoes anymore, or drive my own fucking car!! Most of my maternity clothes don’t fit me anymore, only my leggings and your shirts, my boobs are constantly sore and rock hard! My back is killing me!” Y/n watched as her husband just stood there, letting her vent all of the pent-up frustration she’s been feeling. “My ankles are now kankels, I can’t enjoy any of the food I used to love without wanting to vomit!” Letting out a sigh, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she hung her head. “Do you how annoying it is getting up every five fucking minutes to piss?!”  

Chris didn’t mean to laugh, but he wasn’t expecting that last question to come out of her mouth. At first Y/n looked at him like she wanted to bury him under the floorboards, but then after a few seconds she joined in on the laughter, her hand holding her stomach as she hunched over in laughter.  

Once their laughter died down, he was at her side and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, placing a soft kiss to her temple. “I will always tie your shoes darling, hell, I’d even pee for you if I could.” Making her giggle softly in his arms, “you may not be able to eat your favourites but you’ve discovered foods you didn’t like before, remember?” Reminding you of your new obsession with spicy foods. “And so, what if your clothes don’t fit you anymore, you know I love seeing you in my shirts, it’s sexy... You’re sexy.” Another kiss to her temple, stroking her hair. “I know it’s been hard for you, but it’ll be worth it in the end, when we have our little girl here.”  

When he felt her nod in agreement, he took her hand in his and pulled her into the living room, making her sit in her usual spot with Dodger’s head now resting in her lap, lifting her legs up to rest them on his thighs as he sat in front of her, now starting to rub her feet trying to ease the tension.  

“I’m sorry.” She softly spoke, watching him intently.

“Stop.” He softly spoke as he watched, letting her head fall back against the cushion of the sofa and humming at the feeling of his thumbs working the heel of her foot. “I got you baby.”  

Hours later she stirred awake to find Chris unpacking the boxes that were scattered around the house, Scott and Lisa both helping him quietly, Dodger still curled up beside her on the couch. 

Once he felt you were awake Dodger jumped off the couch, his nails hitting the floor caused Chris to turn in your direction seeing you sitting up. “Hi, sleepy head.” 

“How long have I been out?” You mumbled, sleep still evident in your voice as you rubbed your eyes, the blanket Chris draped over you now pooled on your lap. 

“About two hours.” He jogged over, placing a kiss to her temple. “C’mon, I want to show you something.” He took your hand, helping you up and guiding her to the stairs.

Y/n followed him up the stairs silently, not being much of a talker when she first wakes up. She simply gave Lisa and Scott as weak wave as they walked past the kitchen where they were currently stocking up the pantry. 

“Alright.” He stopped them both outside the room that was intended for their daughter, standing behind her. “Close your eyes.” 

“What?” Turning to face him.

“Just do it Evans, trust me.” Only giving her a wide grin, after a couple of seconds she turned to face the shut door and closed her eyes. Chris leaning over her opened the door and then covered her eyes for extra measure, slowly guiding her into the room. “Ok, now open.” 

Removing his hands and opening her eyes she was met with the sight of the now finished nursery, everything in its rightful place, it left her speechless. She walked further into the room cradling her stomach as she ran her hand across the crib, messing with the mobile that hung over the crib admiring the little white clouds with gold beads. 

“Ma did majority of the work in here, but Scott and I helped.” Watching as his wife made her way to the blush pink nursing chair they had picked out a couple of weeks ago, now taking up the corner. 

“It’s perfect.” Turning to face him, tears were rolling down her cheeks. 

“Chris took one look at the instructions, freaked out, drank a beer and then rang us.” Scott’s admission making her laugh, wiping the tears away. 

“Yeah, DIY isn’t his thing.”

“Excuse me!? I build our bed, didn’t I?!” He defended, hands on his hips.

“Incorrectly.” She pointed out, making Chris roll his eyes playfully and groan. 

“That’s not going anyway any time soon, is it?” 

“Nope.” Popping the ‘p’, smiling broadly at him.

[rrenzwrld]

mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

a third part just in case someone wanted it.

enjoy! @mellyie @sunandstarsco

3:30PM - SATURDAY

“So you wanna leave at 5?” Armin asked as he sat up at the island.

“Hmm.. I don’t know… It shouldn’t take nothing but like, what thirty minutes?”

“Yeah but traffic could be really bad down there. And I wanna make sure we have a seat.” I nodded in understanding. I contemplated on how long it would take to get Celest and myself ready.

“Well let me get Celest up-“

“I’ll get Celest up. You get ready.” I was about to mention himself but I noticed he was already dressed in a cream colored sweater tucked into a pair of dark jeans. I’d be lying if I said that Armin never dressed himself well.

“So you’ll get Celest dressed while I..?”

“Yes, Chy. I got Celest, go get ready.” He laughed.

After I had gotten my shower and freshened up, I dressed myself in a cropped white tank top, light jeans, and a cream-colored cardigan. I didn’t wanna dress up too fancy for it all to be for no reason. I let my faux locs fall down to my waist, not bothering to style it into anything.

“You ready?” Armin opened the door just a enough to poke his head through.

“Yeah. Where’s Cee?” Armin opened up the door a little wider so that she could come running in, dressed cute in the Titan’s colors, forest green and white.

“There’s my baby!” I picked her up and sat her on my hip. “You look so pretty~” I peppered her soft cheeks in kisses as she had a giggling fit in my arms.

“I see you did her hair.” I looked at Armin’s attempt at small space buns and didn’t complain. “I like it.”

“Aw,” He sits down on the bed and I put down Celest. “I try. I though you said you were ready.” I kept switching between the white block heel boots and white leather converses.

“I am, I’m just…”

“The boots.” I turned to Armin with the boots in hand.

“Really? I don’t wanna look too fancy..” He rolled his eyes, probably fed up with me by now.

“You’ll be fine~ we gotta go!”

We pulled up to the venue, meeting Layla there. Armin practically rushed us in the stadium after security met us at the gate. Armin explained that Layla and I were accompanying him and with his words, he found a way to get us in without tickets or verification. I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Armin, thank you so much.”

“My pleasure. There’s seats close to courtside if you wanna grab them before it’s too late.” He says, handing me Celest’s diaper bag.

“You’re not watching with us?” Layla frowned. He held up the expensive camera that was around his neck and waved it at us.

“I got a job to do. Bye~” He waved to Celest, Layla, and I before jogging off somewhere. We found some seats a row above courtside and sat, waiting for the game to start.

Surprisingly enough, Celest sat fairly still in my lap as she played silently with her basketball plush. Her eyes would go from the small toy to what was going on out on the court. At that moment, I didn’t have a particular emotion because this all happened too fast. This could all be a dream as far as I knew.

“Don’t look now but..” Layla nudged me softly and pointed out to the court.

“What?”

“Number two..” My eyes scanned the court for a player with the number two jersey to see what she was talking about. And there I saw him, warming up on the court. He looked exactly how I left him. As if we were fresh out of high school again. I looked at Celest and noticed we were looking out at the same thing. The difference was that I knew who it was out there, she didn’t and I was gonna fix that.

After I got out of my trance, “Layla, when does the game start?”

“7 I think. You better scream as loud as you can when he hit that 3-pointer.” She joked. I shoved her playfully.

“Shut up.” I laughed.

The game started and I could feel the energy of everyone in the room as it erupted in screams and clapping. I had never seen Connie play before now if it wasn’t at a high school game and at that moment I knew. He had every right to be on that court. He did everything so effortlessly as if it all came natural to him. I was so proud of him and I wasn’t even sure if he remembered me.

“Woooo! C’mon Cee. Let’s cheer for daddy! Woooo!” Layla had sat Celest in her lap and used her little hands to clap with the rest of the crowd.

“Layla.” I side-eyed her to keep her voice down.

“What? Nobody’s listening.” I looked around and my eyes landed on a older woman who resembled Connie. I recognized her as his mother and didn’t expect her to be so close. But then again, we were near the courtside and if it wasn’t other celebrities down there, it was the parents and families of the players.

I rapidly tapped on Layla’s shoulder and her head snapped towards me.

“Girl what?” I pointed to the lady who was sitting courtside a few seats away from us.

“Who’s that?”

“Connie’s mom.” Her mouth hung wide in surprise.

“Can we say hi?”

“No!” Celest started to whine and a foul smell clouded my nose. I picked up Celest and put her diaper bag over my shoulder. “I’m gonna change Celest. Don’t do anything stupid.” I loved Layla, but it was a shame how I had to warn her not to do anything stupid even if she was old enough to know not to do it.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine…”

I went to the bathroom to change Celest and was about to leave out when a beautiful woman stopped us as she was drying her hands. She was dressed in a tight dress and red bottoms, with long bone-straight hair that nearly reached her butt. She was probably a basketball wife, just one that was actually nice enough to speak.

“She’s really cute.” The woman complimented as I held onto Celest’s small hand.

“Thank you so much! You wanna say thank you, CeeCee?” Celest managed to say somewhat of a ‘thank you’ to the woman before we headed out and back onto the court. I looked over and saw that Layla had stayed put so I sighed in relief.

“So what happened? Did I miss anything?” I asked as I sat down with Celest in my lap.

“It’s a time out right now. Want some fries?”

After the game, Armin texted me and told me to wait for him to come get us. After waiting a few minutes, Celest started to get antsy so I stood up and started to leave, trying to look for Armin myself.

“Chy. What are you doing?” Layla questioned as she followed behind me.

“Going to look for Armin. I gotta hurry up and get home so I can get ready for work tomorrow.” I got Celest’s bottle of apple juice and handed it to her, to hold her for a bit until we got home.

“You call him?”

“No, I-“

“Leaving so soon?” A voice called out from behind me. I picked up Celest and put her on my hip with her juice in hand. I didn’t turn around. Did I already know who it was?

[sukirichi]

— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy 

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places.  “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

[faghubby]

Games played

We were married for 10 years, thru all that time me and Laura had always found ways to keep are sex life exciting. Laura was a sexy 34 year old brunette. With a great body spending hours a week at the gym. I was 36 I was only an inch taller then Laura. At 5' 7" and not in as good shape as Laura. Laura was a ER nurse. I sold insurance.

One day Laura came home and handed me a small VS bag. I peeked inside to see a pair of lacy pink panties.

"Ohhh, should we eat or you going to wear them for me" I asked her.

"Nope, they are for you to wear" She smiled.

"Why?" I asked

"A man came into the ER today and he was wearing panties. He told us his wife made him wear them. So he would think about her all day" She giggled. " I want you to go put them on"

"OK" I said and took the bag into the bathroom. They felt amazing. I slid my jeans back on and went back out. Laura was standing at the door when I opened it.

" I want to see" She pouted

" have to wait" I told her. I could not fight the sensation I was rock hard just walking to the kitchen

"-how do they fit" She asked.

" perfect" I told her" and the material is so soft." She flirted and touched me at every chance. She was hot to see. I was so ready but I made her wait. We retired to bed alittle early Laura used the bathroom first. I went to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. I came out of the bathroom in just the pink panties. The bulge in front told her I was so ready. But my plan failed. You see she reached out and rubbed me thru the panties and I exploded in seconds. Shock and disappointment covered Laura's face.

"I am so sorry, they just felt so good" I confessed.

"Well you better get over here and make me cum too" She told me as she removed her cotton panties and spread her legs. I wasted no time sinking my face in her crotch. It didn't take more then ten minutes till she was bucking on my tounge. She must of been very excited as well. Normally takes more then twice that.

I got up and took off the wet panties.

"You can wear mine since you disappointed me" pointing to the yellow ones she had removed. I slid them on. They where not the same very snug she was skinner then me. But also not as soft. My face must of revieled my disappointment.

"What?" She asked.

" they aren't as soft" I pouted. She jumped out of bed and rummaged thru her drawer.

"Here you can wear these." She handed me a pair of white satin high cut panties. With a pink bow in the front. I slipped them on. And got into bed. Laura rolled over. I spooned her and was rock hard.

" Really, now your ready. I have to get to sleep early shift" She said pushing me away. I was almost never able to do an encore and never this fast. I ignored it and tried to sleep. I woke up at 1 am with a wedgie and a hardon. I get up and go in the living room. I search my favorite porn sites. But find myself reading about men in panties. I read about Female Led Relationships, about Cuckold. Which led to Sissy. I rubbed myself thru the panties. After a few minutes I came again in panties. I had not even touched myself directly. I took off the panties and went back to bed.

In the morning Laura noticed immediately that I had taken off her panties. She picked them up off the floor and notices they have crusted cum in them.

"Care to explain what happened?" She asked as I stepped out of the shower.

"I couldn't sleep" I started

" so you had an accident in my panties again?" She scolded. She kissed me on the forehead. " we will talk about them later" She jumped in the shower.

" You better wash both of YOUR panties out before they stain." She called out.

When she got out of the shower I went and washed out the panties. I noticed a pair of purple panties sitting on the bed. They where much smaller then the others I realized when I picked them up it was a thong. Made of spandex. Laura had already left. I dropped my pants and tried them on. They held me better. And since they where small they rode straight up my ass. I took a pic and put my pants back on. I sent the pic to Laura. But got no reply. I had a hard time at work ti,e concentrating at work. The panties did make me think of Laura but I thought of her in dominating roles, or sleeping with other men.

I texted Laura several times thru the day. Never getting a reply just telling her I was thinking of her. At 2pm in the mensroom stall I teck her again with a pic of me once again wearing her thong. I was hard. I get a text back

" You better not have another accident" She sends back.

When I get home Laura is already home. I find her in the bedroom naked on the bed. She is masterbating with a vibrator. I come over to the bed.

" clothes off" She orders. Just then she cums. As she catches her breath. She reaches over and rubs me thru the panties. I sit next to her.

"I went on line when I got home, you forgot to close the sites you where on." She tells me. Panic crosses my face.

" it's OK sweety I ordered you some more panties" She told me.

She picks up her toy and holds it up to me

" taste me" She tells me and I lick her toy. The whole time she had been rubbing me thru my panties. And I exploded again in my panties.

Laura doesn't react. " did you like the thong better?" She asked. I just nodded. Ashamed that I had cum again.

She has me wear the sticky panties as we made and ate dinner. I am naked except the thong. Laura takes great pride in pinching and slapping my butt. Laura is wearing just her robe. As we watch TV she asks me to rub her feet. I go to pull her feet up.

"No, I am comfy, get on the floor and rub them." She asks I slip on the floor in front of her. After I finish her first foot she uses it to fondle me thru the thong with it as I rub her other foot. She just watches TV. I am forced to focus on her.

" so, you searched cuckolding?" She smiled. I didn't answer.

" and Sissies?" She asked. I just dropped my head and nodded.

She pulled me to her crotch and I consumed her as she continued to rub me thru the thong with her foot. She asked me details about what I liked about each of the aspects I had searched.

" would you like me to fuck some big strong stud while you wore your sexy panties?" She asked just then I exploded in my panties again. She took my by the hand and led me to the bedroom. There was a satin nightie with matching panties. Laura had worn it once for me. She had me wash my privates then return and put it on.

" You should be able to sleep since you made two messes tonight" She informed me. I put on the nightie and matching thong and crawled into bed. Laura slept in an old tee shirt and cotton panties as usual.

To be cont.

[leossmoonn]

Hiiiii,

Can I request tvd characters reacting to the reader being egirl? Like the reader is their friend and she is and e girl, and i think for the vampires this style is very odd. Also could it be a female reader?

characters - stefan, damon, klaus, elijah, rebekah, kai, and katherine x fem!reader

includes - language, nsfw themes. me really badly describing e girl fashion 😭. some of these i imagined as the readers relationship w them being platonic or romantic, ill let yall know the difference

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stefan salvatore - platonic

okay i love stefan but tbh i don’t think he’d like your style….

AT FIRST.

it’s just different, you know?

and like i said, i love stefan but he’s a little bit basic 🌝

it just took some time for him to get used to

he isn’t used to seeing a someone with split-dyed hair, lots of eyeliner, drawn-on hearts with eyeliner, dark and layered clothes

but soon he grows to love your style and you!

you two are literally THE best friends

damon salvatore - romantic

lets be honest here

damon LOVES it

ofc in the beginning he would tease you bc you would always be dyeing your hair, wearing chokers that could puncture somebody if they got close enough to you, and long earrings that reached the floor

lol no but seriously, he always was attracted to you

he adores your style

obviously its a lot different from the other girls (quirky 🤪🤪🤪) but he likes the difference

you also look like someone who could kick ass and who is pessimistic and sarcastic and funny, and honestly, that’s his dream girl

you two definitely wear matching outfits

OMG AHH

i can imagine it now

cute couple fits!!!

he even lets you paint his nails

you find it so hot you two def stayed up all night 😏😏😏

and he loves loves loves showing you off at the mall, knowing that everyone is jealous and wants a piece of both of you

you two ALSO jam out to music in his car

you two def always get matching tattoos

he lets you do his eyeliner too!

damon with eyeliner…..

puts the dam in damon

klaus mikealson - platonic

i think klaus wouldn’t like it much either at first

but he quickly warms up to you

of course, hes just so used to seeing girls in big, period dresses or jeans and a nice blouse

but he quickly falls in love with your style

and honesty, he kinda wants your style too

i imagine him always asking you what to wear when he goes to mystic falls so he can impress caroline

i feel like he would see you as his little sister and so when you wear tight clothing and lots of make up hes like 👹👹👹👹👹

but he of course supports you no matter what

i don’t really have much to say about klaus 😭

elijah mikealson - romantic

elijah on the other hand…

your style and whole personality just intrigues him so much

like with being alive for so long, he’s def like seen literally every single different style

but this… you were new

and he was very very interested

and intimated

like he didnt realise one could be so alluring in dark clothes, chains, and different colored lipstick

he befriended you at first and you also found him very attractive

he was very charming and so different from literally everyone, he also intrigued you

its not really a question as to whether you two were the most hottest, but also surprising couple to step out

when you two walked together, elijah in his suits and combed back hair and you in your different colored hair, tattoos, and fishnet stockings

you both were quite a pair

and elijah really really loves your style and the bold, confident attitude you bring towards the table

youre not afraid to wear what you like, youre not afraid to say what you want to say, and you look fine as hell doin so

elijah even lets you dress him up one day and you had so much fun hehe

he looked like 10 years younger w his hair messy and the necklaces and the painted nails hehe

bottom line is, elijah fully supports and loves your style. its really his favourite part of you :)

rebekah mikaelson - platonic

rebekah looooves your style as well

your style is one of the reasons why she was like "yes. we have to be best friends."

she has a flair for the dramatic and she loves fashion, so of course she would love your style

unlike klaus, she has seen and even dabbled in the e-girl style

i feel like what she wore was more on the goth but like, whatever

you two definitely do your makeup for each other and pick each other's outfits

borrowing clothes does become an every day thing

you two are literally conjoined to the hip

you introduce her to music that she's never heard of (even in her 1,000 years of being alive)

you get her to wear fishnets socking, cool different coloured eyeliner, and cool hairstyles

you two are the baddest bitches in mystic falls and new orleans

kai parker - romantic

kai is all over you from the start

doesn't help the fact that he hasn't had a girlfriend in like, 20 years lolllll

but anyways, you just attract him so much

from your makeup, to your clothes, to your laugh, to your caring and strong persona, you got him wrapped around your finger 😉

he loves going shopping with you and seeing all the cute outfits you make up

he also lets you do his makeup. he is very in with the eyeliner

he likes lookin' like a bad boy, you know him lol

you two definitely fit in with each other so well

like if soulmates were a thing, you two being together would be fate!

katherine pierce - romantic

okay so katherine def saw you as competition first

she was like

“ugh she likes she so better than me? bull 🙄🙄”

but you decide to try and get around her little grudge and force her to hang out with you

she then sees how cool you are and becomes your friend!

after hanging out for a while you two develop feelings for each other, especially katherine

like homegirl has fallen haaarrrdddd

every thing about is just so perfect and not to mention, just your style and your personality tie it all in together

so she asks you out after a lil and ofc you say yes

you two def do each other's makeup

you show katherine new tips that she swore she's always known (no she never has lol)

matching outfits are definitely a thing between you two, too!

katherine just loves you so much and really just supports yo u101% 24/7 :))

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hope you liked this! :))

[theepisceswriter]

AOT characters with a black S/O (Zeke, Jean, Connie, Eren, Reiner)

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory 🙈

TW: none really besides mentions of food, African-American culture only for right now sorry my foreign babes 😕, not proofread

ZEKE

Someone throw this man a black girlfriend with a dark or regular academia aesthetic P L S because he would love you to the point where he’s obsessed and treat you so good.

Loves finding neutral shades of beige, white, or brown that compliment your skin color nicely while the two of you are out shopping. Will literally come running from across the other side of the store with a brown jacket in his hand like “Look babe, this would compliment the brown of your skin so nicely 🥺 we gotta get Instagram pictures of you in this.”

He also enjoys finding academia type hairstyles and trying to make them work with your natural hair or braids. At least once a week he sends you a hairstyle he found on Tumblr and helps you later that night to try and achieve a black version of it.

The two of you most definitely have viral pictures floating around on Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram.

He’s so soft and patient when it comes yo your hair because he has a beard, so he knows what it feels like having to keep up with something that requires a lot of work. He’ll often come into the bathroom to do his beard and offer you an extra pair of hands when it’s your wash day. His favorite part is to help you twist your hair because he likes seeing the finished product when you take them out.

He also uses your hair conditioners and oils in his beard because they make him smell otherworldly and he likes smelling like you. And yes, he has requested for you to braid his beard once but never again because you both thought he looked too weird like that.

Grisha is the awkward white dad who tries too hard to accept you and says stuff like “Hey, like the new hairdo 😃👍🏾.” Whenever you come around. Bless his poor heart, at least he’s trying and you know he means well.

JEAN

Worships you and the ground you walk on like 24/7. He’s so in love with you and makes sure to let you know that on the daily multiple times. And he’s such an amazing lover and avoids doing cringey shit like calling you chocolate or Nubian queen goddess.

Hangs with your uncles and all the other black men in your family because he thinks he’s cool like that, but they don’t mind at all cause they love him.

His mom is the sweetest mother in law ever. She gets along so well with all the women in your family and they’re always swapping recipes with one another. One day time you and Jean pulled up for Christmas and she had a dish filled with collard greens on the table and they were good too.

He has two chains around his neck dedicated to you: one is your name and the other one is the date you two became official. You also wear his name around your neck and you have a ring with his initials on it.

Getting jewelry is something the two of you do together very often. Matter of fact, swap meets are his favorite place to go to in general and his mind was blown when you first took him to one.

Asks you to put his hair in French braids at least once a month because the process is so therapeutic for him. He loves laying his head on his lap and watching as you make his braids so neat and cute. But be careful though because he does like to “Can you braid my hair? 🥺” his way into some coochie.

Don’t brother teaching him how to braid because even if he does get the hang of it after a couple of sessions with you he’ll always request that you do his hair.

You two have random rap battles with each other alllll the time. It’s pretty split between who wins, but often you’ll call him out for trying to use lyrics from other artists.

CONNIE

Did y’all know me and Connie are blood cousins? Both his momma and daddy black and his full name on his birth certificate is Cornelius Demetrius Jones Springer, so take that as you will…

BUT REALLY, Connie fits right in with you and your culture that it’s nearly identical to dating someone the same race as you.

He has a fitted cap with your name sowed into it on the side with a cute heart right by it. It’s his go to hat and he points is out to everyone who doesn’t know about it.

Has most definitely dragged you along with him to go take one of those 2000’s-esque photoshoots with the airbrushed backgrounds. He even made the two of you dress alike and color coordinate because he’s extra like that and the photos are hanging all over your guy’s house. He carries around a mini version of his favorite picture in his wallet at all times.

You better not ever come around this man with messed up edges, visibly old braids, a too visible lace, etc because he will get on you bad and crack jokes about it the whole day because he’s a menace to society like that. No one besides him is allowed to do it though or he’ll get mad at them.

Do not ask this man to help you take down your braids unless you’re cutting them first because he will cut them crazy as hell and might even accidentally cut some of your real hair off too. He’s a master at dipping braids though, it’s something he takes pride in.

EREN

Literally a POWER COUPLE !

Eren will never have you out here looking wrong. The part on your lace is a little off? He’s telling your hairdresser to fix it! Thinks the hair you got looks too synthetic and shiny? He’s dropping big bucks to make sure you have some silky soft hair extensions.

Made you do him some baby hairs one day when he was wearing his signature ponytail as a joke, but now you’re obligated to slick up his edges for him at least once a week. He even has a silk scarf that he uses to tie them down with at night.

Is a master at finding filters on Instagram and Snapchat that don’t make your skin look Orange or pale so the two of you can have the cutest Instagram pictures together.

Walks around the house 24/7 singing 2000’s R&B songs at the top of his lungs because he’s a menace to society like that.

Supports all your financial needs when it comes to hair clothing or anything in general really. Need a new lace front? He’s wiring $700 to your account. Want a Teflar bag? He’s getting you one in every color. Some new shoes came out and you think they’re cute? He’s getting them for you !

REINER

Your aunties would L O V E a hardworking and burly man like Reiner.

He’s get so spoiled by them all the time whenever he comes around. Sometimes they pay attention to him more than they do you and best believe they slide him all the extra plates and desserts at barbecues. I just know he smacks down on a plate of soul food in like 5 minutes.

Speaking of soul food, you really lit up something in his Caucasian taste buds when you gave him a plate of soul food for the first time because now he’s OBSESSED. Every night he’s begging you to cook for him or asking you for the recipe so he can make it himself. His favorites are macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, and yams ☺️

Will bust a move on the dance floor if your family pressures him to get on it at events. He did a two-step with your aunt once at somebody’s wedding and nobody in your family has shut up about it since because they were surprised at how good he can dance. You were equally as surprised as them.

The best person to ask to help you with your hair because he’s so patient and will make sure that your parts are straight and perfect or use his hands to slick your ponytails up to the gods. He’ll do it exactly how you want it to look too and he makes sure it’s to your standard by checking in with you every now and then.

Encourages you to buy clips or little jewels whenever you take him to the beauty supply with you because he thinks you look so adorable when you wear them in your hair.

[with-love-from-hell]

Asmo comforting a Chubby!Mc who is self-conscious about their body

Request by @theorriginalolivejar​

“...I present to you a chubby GN mc x Asmo where MC is self conscious about their body and Asmo comforts them over it. You could even make it so they've been self conscious for a while and started wearing baggier/looser clothes that Asmo can't stand...or something along those lines... The main things I want is fluff/comfort, a chubby GN Reader, and the same vibe as the last mc you had...”

Yet another glorious request. I hope I once again did you justice!!! I love me a chaotic Mc and just HAD to write another! You played right into my hand! >:) This is a bit different from the Body Image Series, but still in the same realm, so I will link to that HERE if anyone wants some more comfort-type stuff relating to body image!

Genre: comfort, fluff,

Mc characteristics: Gender neutral (they/them pronouns), chubby, slightly chaotic

WC: ~1.7k

Cw: poor body image, negative self talk, swearing

The past week at RAD had been very hard for you. The insecurities that would sometimes bubble up in your subconscious have started haunting you again, and it’s been really hard to stay focused on anything other than how much you hate the way you look. You’ve been distancing yourself from everyone, and they’ve definitely all noticed some changes in your demeanor. 

It all started when a pair of your favorite jeans ripped right in the damn crotch (If you had one Grimm for every time this happened, Mammon would probably be begging you for money more often). Then, a bunch of your clothes shrunk in the wash when that stupid sorcerer decided to play a prank on you by switching your laundry-detergent with an Elixir of Downsizing. You were so frustrated in the moment that you just threw the clothes away, not thinking that the spell could just be undone. Now, you were left only with some of the clothes that hide in the back of your closet because you never wear them- many of them you don’t feel the most confident in. 

You often go shopping for clothes alone, so you don’t really change that habit in Devildom. After all, you dont want 7 super-hot men standing outside a fitting room while you changed, waiting for you to show off your body.

Or, Well...maybe you do...but not with how you felt in your skin right at this moment. 

As you were trying on new pants in Majolish, you find yourself feeling defeated with all the options that just weren’t working. You found some that fit, but you didn’t like how they looked on you...

This one came down too far below your feet...That one makes you look like you’re going to pick your kids up from soccer practice...Ah shit, this one wont even button up over your tummy because its a hip-riding style...This one- oh! this one looks good- wait. no. it has a weird floral pattern on the ass pockets...god dammit!

Nothing was working! UGH!

You kicked off the pants and put back on the stuff you walked in with. Maybe you’ll just get some clothes that are baggy to just hide your figure...yeah, that will do for now. You were tired of shopping anyway, so you just resided yourself to get some athleisure pants that stretch in the waist, and some shirts that are very clearly meant for someone at least 3 sizes bigger than you. 

You checked out at the register with a way-too-bubbly employee who was determined to get you to join their platinum membership program. You knew she was just doing her job, but for Christ's sake you didn’t want the damn rewards card!

You sulked home in your new ill-fitting clothes. You felt like shit, but you felt better than you would if you’d have kept trying on clothes. It really tanked your self-esteem to try on so many things and have NOTHING work. This happened in the human world too, but at least there were stores specifically dedicated to bigger bodies that had things you knew you liked- even if they were pricy as hell.

Upon entering the House of Lamentation, you were greeted by a squealing Asmo throwing his entire body into your arms. 

You were barely able to catch him with the Majolish bags in your hands. “Ack- Asmo! Warn me next time, will ya?” 

He noticed the bags in your hands and scrunched his face at you- almost like a 5 year old who had been told they can’t have ice cream for dinner. “Mc! Did you seriously go shopping without me!?”

You sighed and dropped him out of your arms. He barely caught himself, clearly not expecting you to let go. This was a bad move though, because now he started whining at you in that tone...you know, the one that just pushed every single one of your buttons at the same time...which was something you really didn’t need right now. 

“uuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh.” He groaned dramatically. “Mc!! Why don’t you ever take me with when you go shoppinnnngggg.” 

You sighed in frustration. “Asmo, I have told you a bajillion times that I don’t like shopping for clothes with other people.” 

He crossed his arms and pouted at you, continuing the child-like attitude. “Bajillion isn’t even a number.” 

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him. Despite his brattiness, you did really love Asmo to pieces...But right now you just wanted to be alone. 

Asmo was only pretending to be mad at you, but he noticed how short you were with him and he grew worried. Did something happen? He tailed you up the stairs, following you to your room. As he followed, he noticed what you were wearing. Why on earth were you wearing such unflattering clothing? It was so huge on you??? You definitely would look better in something he would pick out...if you’d just take him with.

“Mc, wait! is this what you bought from the store?” He pulled at the back of your shirt causing you to stop and turn to him. 

“Yes, it is. I couldn’t find anything that fit me so...” You stretched the shirt out in your hands as you spoke, a sadness evident on your face

Asmo scrunched his face again and shook his head. “This is why you need to take me with you. I would find the perfect outfits.” 

You sighed and started walking again. You really weren’t in the mood. 

“Seriously!” He jogged to your side to keep pace with your quick movements. “I just want to help!”

“What if I don’t want your help?!” you snapped at him, stopping outside your bedroom door.

Asmo was taken aback by your sharp words. You usually weren’t this irritable...what was going on with you? And besides, who wouldn’t want his help? He was the most fashionable demon in all of Devildom after all. 

You rolled your eyes once more and entered your room.  Asmo caught your door right as you were about to shut it in his face and barged his way into your room. You groaned. “Asmo, I really just want to go to sleep. Can you please just leave me alone?”

He plopped down on your bed and crossed his legs, the familiar playful pout sprouted on his face. “Make me."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. He truly was insufferable sometimes. Finally you caved.

“Fine, you can stay, but I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” You flipped off your light and curled up into yourself under your covers.

Asmo remained seated at the edge of your bed. He glared at your lump your body made out of the bed sheets. he didn't understand why you were acting this way, but figured it had something to do with how crappy you've been feeling the whole week. He had caught you hiding your body more than usual in blankets or by using your arms to shield your tummy when you were lounging around the house. Maybe you were just feeling insecure...

Then, a light bulb seemed to appear over his head. Oooo he had the perfect idea.  

Asmo flew out your door in a rush. He needed to get to Majolish before they close!

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You awoke early the next morning to Asmodeus pile-driving onto you.

“Oof-” He knocked the breath right out of you. You knew he probably was mad that you didn’t hang out with him last night, but fuck. "Asmo, for the love-"

“Goooood morninnnggg.” He cooed, twisting a strand of your hair with his index finger. A wide mischievous smile spread across his lips. “I have a surprise for my favorite-est most beautiful-est human!” 

You stared at him, deadpan, with your eyebrows raised. “What the heck are you talking about? And why are you talking to me like that?”

“Well!” He smiled even wider. “I figured that if you didn’t want me to go to the store with you, I’d bring the store to us!” 

Your eyes widened. What the fuck was he going on about, now?? 

He leaped off of your bed and pulled you by the arm, trying to get you up to come to his room. you sighed and decided to humor him. You did really miss spending time with him last night, after all.

As you entered his room, you gasped at the sheer amount of clothing that was...well, frankly it was everywhere.

"Asmo, what...why?!" You spun to face him, awestruck.

He let out a high-pitch giggle. "Isn't it glorious!!! We can have a shopping day all to ourselves! Anything you don't like, I'll go return. Don't worry, I got some stuff for me too!"

You finally shook yourself out of your daze. "Jesus Asmo, you really have lost it haven't you?"

He clicked his tongue and pulled you onto his bed by your hand. He looked deeply into your eyes and spoke with complete sincerity. "Mc, I am truly worried about you. You don't look happy, and you've had this sour mood all week. I heard about Solomon's shitty prank and I know that you have a hard time shopping for clothes because you feel bad about yourself."

You tensed. "It's fine Asmo, really." What a lie.

He shook his head. "Its not. And I want to help you feel good about yourself. So I took the liberty of blocking out your whole day to try on clothes with me. Just us two. No one else!"

You hesitated, hiding your stomach with your arms. "I don't know Asmo...I really don't like trying on clothes in front of other people...besides, how did you know what size to get?"

He sighed and seemed to ponder for a moment. "Ok, how about this! You try one outfit. And if I can't convince you that you're the most beautiful thing in the whole world, then we can stop."

You eyed him. He had a genuine smile on his face, and a desperate plea was evident behind his eyes. You finally gave him a smirk back. "Are you gonna try to make me join a reward program if I lose?"

He cackled at your joke. Asmo was elated to see that your usual light-hearted self was back. He ushered you to his bathroom, where he had set up a curtain rod for easy access. He told you to wait while he dug through some of the clothes in his room. He tapped his chin thoughtfully before finally picking out a purple blouse and a pair of black skinny jeans to go with it.

"Here!" He announced, shoving the garments into your hands.

You eyed them suspiciously. "I dont know..."

"Just try 'em!" he winked at you before turning and closing the curtains behind him. He plopped down on his bed and excitedly fidgeted with his scarf while he waited for you.

You were surprised at how much you liked the blouse. It was flowy, but it didn't drown you...and wow...how was it that the jeans hugged your curves in the just the way you wanted them too?? You had spent so long looking for high rise skinnies at Majolish- how the hell did Asmo find them?!

You looked at yourself in the mirror for a bit before nervously turning toward the curtain. You took a deep breath before stepping out sheepishly.

Asmo jumped up and ran to you, having you do all sorts of turns, lifting your arms, and stretching out your legs. He stepped back with his fingers over his mouth and a puzzled look on his face, as if he was calculating something in his head.

"Hmm...thats odd." He muttered to himself, pretending to furrow his brow, but clearly hiding a smirk.

You felt yourself grow nervous at his behavior. "Wh-what is it?"

He then moved his hands from his face, and replaced his expression with one of pure joy. "I can't seem to find a single thing wrong with the way you look in this outfit. Wanna know why?"

You stared at him blankly.

He giggled at your confused reaction. "Because you're perfect, Silly!" He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a tight hug. Suddenly, you felt yourself lifted off the floor as he twirled you around in his arms.

How...unexpected?

He set you down, giggling like an idiot. "I almost couldn't keep a straight face when you came out. You look absolutely stunning! Please tell me you like it!!"

You blushed. "I...yeah. I do like it."

He clapped his hands rapidly and jumped up and down. "Does this mean you'll try on more?!"

You smiled at him. "Well...Maybe you had a slight point about me needing your help."

He hugged you again, and immediately went searching for more clothes to give you. By far, it was the best shopping experience you've ever had. There were few- if any- things you didn't like out of the clothing Asmo picked out for you. And every time you stepped out to show him a new outfit, he gushed about how good you looked in it. Your confidence was boosted by 100%.

Your day couldn't have started off any better, and when you finally picked the outfits you were keeping for your new wardrobe, Asmo was satisfied. You both ended you day just as good. In order to prank Solomon back, Asmo put cursed hot-pink hair dye in his shampoo that wouldn't come out unless he gave you an apology.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

FF: 30 Days, I’m yours! Day 1

(A/N) Next part is up! I really hope you like it! Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, memory loss (?)

Tags:

@niniyanyan (please dm because I can’t tag you ;;)

@justanothermagicalsara​

@legolas-bromance​

@xorpsbane​

@salempoe​

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

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When I woke up the next day, I found a bouquet of my favorite flowers on my nightstand. They were placed in a beautiful green and golden vase, perfectly fitting in with the other furniture.

When I inspected them closer, I found a small tag attached to them.

I wanted to apologize if I scared you yesterday. - Loki

I smiled and smelled the Y/F/F. It was incredibly strong and it was obvious that magic was involved, nevertheless, it was a very thoughtful and kind gesture.

I got up and ready, taking a quick shower, brushing my teeth and putting on some comfortable clothes, black sweatpants and an emerald green hoodie. Then I made my way to the kitchen for some quick breakfast. Since it was pretty late already, most of the others would be gone, doing their own stuff, but I always slept in when I had the chance.

Once I arrived in the living area, I was proven right. Only two people were still around.

“Sooo…magic really has a lot to do with science?” Peter and Loki were sitting opposite each other, talking about something.

“Yeah. Actually quiet a lot, but I don’t think I could really explain it to you.” Loki smiled at the young boy. The sight was actually quiet adorable and awakened a longing for my own kids.

“That’s okay Mister Loki! But could you show me some magic?” Loki chuckled at the request and nodded, waving his hands around. A green mist appeared around Peter and within a split second, his clothes had changed color. His grey hoodie turned bright yellow and his blue jeans were suddenly a dark red. Peter jumped to his feet in amazement.

“WOW!” He turned on the spot multiple times, looking and pulling at his clothes, a huge grin on his face.

“That is amazing, Mister Loki!” He was quiet for a bit. “Could you turn them back tho?” Loki laughed and nodded, waving his hand again and turning the clothes back to their original color.

“Thank you Mister Loki. I’m meeting MJ later, so I don’t want to look weird.” I chuckled and made myself known.

“You could never look weird, Peter.” They both looked at me and Peter smiled appreciative.

“Thank you, Miss Y/N.” I laughed.

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Y/N?” Peter just grinned in response, before he looked at his watch.

“Oh! I’m late! See you later Miss Y/N, Mister Loki!” With that, Peter was gone, leaving Loki and me alone.

“Hi.” He smiled at me and got to his feet, walking towards me.

“Hi.” I smiled back. As he reached me, he pressed a light kiss to my forehead, before taking a step back.

“You’ve always been sleeping in whenever possible, even back…back then.” He smiled, even though it appeared a bit strained.

“Well, some things never change, I guess. Have you eaten breakfast yet?” Loki shook his head as an answer and I lead him to the kitchen and told him to sit down. I asked him if he was in the mood for something sweet or savory.

“Hm…how about both?” I chuckled and nodded.

“Pancakes with bacon?”

“Pancakes with bacon.” He grinned, actual joy sparkling in his eyes, telling me that it had something to do with my-…with our past. I shot him a grin back, before I quickly gathered all the ingredients for the pancake batter. Only one thing was missing. I needed some oil, but the one I kept out on the counter was empty. Time to open a new bottle.

Thanks to Friday, our kitchen was always perfectly stocked. He noticed it when something was used up and put it on a shopping list or immediately ordered it if it was used a lot.

I opened the cupboard next to the fridge and searched for the oil until I saw it on the highest shelf.

“Bucky…” My grumbling must’ve caught Loki’s attention.

“Hmm?” I turned and smiled at him.

“Nothing.” I turned back to the shelf and cursed the soldier and his jokes on me and my height. I quickly contemplated what to do. I could get a ladder but that would be pretty unnecessary and exhausting. Climbing on a chair would be really embarrassing in front of Loki, just like climbing on top of the counter and trying to reach it from there. Only one way to get it. Stretch.

I got onto the tip of my toes and stretched out my hands, the tip of my fingers brushing against the bottle, but I wasn’t tall enough to actually grab it. As I was struggling I heard the chair behind me scrape against the floor, but before I could turn around, Loki’s chest was pressed against my back and his hand passed mine and carefully grabbed the bottle of oil.

My cheeks heated up once again and my breath caught in my throat. I slowly turned my head and looked up at the man behind me. As I did, he took a step back, taking the bottle of oil with him.

“Here.” He held out the bottle and I turned around, taking it from his hand.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him. “Just…next time, please warn me...” Loki chuckled and nodded, before he went back to his chair. I quickly got back to the pancake batter, still feeling the heat in my cheeks.

About twenty minutes later, I served Loki and myself a plate with a few pancakes and some bacon. I also put maple syrup and butter on the table.

Loki immediately dug in, making me laugh.

“I missed your cooking. I really did.” My laugh died down. His voice was so sad.

I reached across the table and grabbed his hand, squeezing it.

“I’m sorry.” Loki shook his hand.

“It’s not your fault, my love. It will never be.” His hand now grabbed mine and he pressed his lips against my knuckles. My heartbeat sped up and I could feel butterflies in my stomach.

The sweet moment was ruined by Bucky and Sam walking into the kitchen, loudly talking about training. When they saw us and the position we were in, they stopped in their tracks.

“Ah…should we leave?” I pulled my hand back, shooting Loki a quick smile, before shaking my head at Sam’s question.

“N-No! No, it’s okay.” Silence. Awkward silence.

“Ahm…do you guys want something to eat? I can make some more pancakes.” Bucky and Sam agreed that they could use something to chew on and I quickly got up and started to make some more batter.

“In that case, I will take my leave. Thank you for the lovely breakfast, Y/N.” I turned around, not wanting him to leave, but he was already at the door. I hesitated for a second, before I put the whisker down.

“I’ll be right back.” I quickly followed Loki out of the kitchen but as I left, I could hear Bucky make a comment and Sam agree. “She’s already smitten by him.”

“Loki! Wait!” I caught up with him at the elevator.

“Y/N? Is something wrong?” I shook my head and stayed silent for a second, trying to find my words.

“I really enjoy your company. I just want you to know that.” He smiled.

“And I enjoy yours.” He pecked my cheek before he turned around and stepped into the elevator.

“Oh yeah, thank you for the cake. It was delicious.” The doors closed and before I could say something, he was gone. But I was grinning like an idiot. 

[wandanatfluff]

The Life That's Left To Live - Part I - Take Me Home

Series (This part:) Fluff

Prologue | Part I

Summary series: You’re a little girl when the avengers find you. Natasha becomes kind of a mother to you. Then about 7 years later when you’re 21 you go live with the avengers again for a while, because they need your help with something. The avengers are like a family to you. Wanda is still new to the avengers and doesn’t know what happened in your past. You sleep in Wanda’s room in an extra bed and the two of you become friends. You are a quite happy, social and spontaneous girl, but there’s a sad/depressed side to you that sometimes comes to the surface.

Summary of this part: Natasha calls you with information about your brother and you go to the Avengers compound, where you meet Wanda.

Pairing: Natasha (mother figure/mentor) x Female Reader Wanda (platonic (for now at least)) x Female Reader

Warnings for this part: -

Word count: 2.2 K

A/n: To be honest I think it turned out okay, I spent quite a while on this. Title: Take Me Home, by Chord Overstreet. The fic isn’t directly based or related to the song. The title just fits ;-). The series title is a line from Love Is War, by RUNAGROUND. I hope you enjoy it!

Source: Pinterest

Absentmindedly you listen to the person in front of you. Some annoying colleague that is going on and on about a something that you would have done wrong. They had been going on for almost ten minutes and by now, you had stopped listening. Your mind drifted off to happy memories. It was something you did quite often. By reliving old memories once in a while, they would become recent in your mind again, which made it easier to go back to them, when you were feeling low. You thought about your younger self on the back of your brother’s bike, your small arms wrapped around his waist, your head pressed against his back. It had been his birthday and he had gotten a new bike. You didn’t like bikes, but when he asked for you to ride along the neighborhood with him, you gave in. Your childhood was filled with a lot of fear, but your brother always seemed to take that away. He was in almost all of your joyful memories. He was your safe place.

Your phone chimed, snapping you back into reality. You excused yourself from the ‘conversation’ and left the room. Once you close the door, you answer your phone.

“I owe you Nat! You saved me!”

“Hey Y/n… What did I save you from?”

“Some colleague, who was being incredibly tedious.”

“Need me to kill anyone?”

“Uhm… No. But what are you calling about?”

“We got new information about your brother and we need your help with it.” You fell silent for a moment at the mention of your brother.

“Oh... What is it?”

“I’m sorry Y/n, I can’t tell you over the phone. You’ll have to come to the compound.”

“Okay… I can do that. I’ll leave tomorrow morning and be there around dinner time?”

“Perfect. See you then.”

After cooking yourself some dinner you went to your room to pack. You dug deep in your closet to find your weekend bag. It had been a while since your last trip. You don’t travel that much. To be honest, you don’t travel at all. Your daily routine leaves just enough time for your daily work-out, some me-time and occasionally a movie. Staying busy avoids overthinking stuff, or well… overthinking more specific things. It took you a while to build up a routine. Have breakfast, work out, drive to the office, do your work, pretend to listen to the gossip from your fellow colleagues during the lunch break. Not that anything about your life is very challenging, but it’s just enough to keep you satisfied and to survive. Every now and then when you have a day off, you go shopping with a friend.

You are quite the cheerful girl. You are spontaneous and kind, people get along with you. You have a few friends, but none really close. The only close friends or family you have, are Nat, Steve, Tony, Clint, Thor and Bruce and you haven’t seen them in the while.

You had to empty your entire closet, but you finally found your white weekend bag with the subtle, pastel flowers pattern. You smile at it. It had been a gift from Nat. You used to have a boring and old grey bag, so she had bought you a new one. After you throw the bag on your bed, you start to fill it with clothes. You had no idea how long you’d be gone, so you packed for five days. Once your bag was fully stuffed you zipped it closed and threw it over your shoulder, making you way back to the living room.

You throw your bag next to the counter and are just about to get yourself some coffee, when the bel rings. You grab your phone and see Natasha standing in front of your door through the camera. Natasha had bought you a doorbell with a camera, to be sure you were as safe as possible when she wasn’t there. Aware of the camera she smiled at you through it. You chuckle at the sight and walk to the door to open it for her. Moments like this remind you of how amazing Natasha is. She had the key to you appartement, but chose not to use it, so she wouldn’t unnecessarily scare you.

“Surpriseee, figured I’d pick you up myself!”

“Hey Nat, come in!”

You take her jacket and hang it on the coat rack.

“How are you doing?”

“Good, actually. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just coffee, please.”

“Got it.”

You go back to the counter and get yourself and Nat some coffee. You open the fridge and get two pieces of the pie that is left from your graduation ceremony. With two slices of cake and the coffee you go to the living room. You hand Natasha, who has sat down on the couch, her coffee and put the cake on the side table.

“Oehh, is there something to celebrate?”

“Yup… I got a job!”

“Y/n! I am so proud of you. I knew you could do it!” Tears begin to well in Natasha’s eyes and she puts down her coffee to give you a hug. You bury you head in her neck and let out a small sniff. She knew what it meant for you to get your first real job. The small party one of your friends threw had been basic. Everyone had congratulated you, but Natasha was the only one who truly took her time to express her happiness. She was the only one who knew what it meant to you. It had been a long way, a long, long way, but you made it! You did it!

She had been there with Steve when you graduated. She had driven six hours, just because she knew what it would mean to you, having her there. It had been a surprise, she hadn’t told you she was coming, so when you saw her from the stage you had broken down in tears.

You catch up a bit, after which you both go to bed. You turn the sofa into a bed for Natasha so she can sleep on it, but before you rest your eyes, Natasha helps you fill another suitcase with clothing. She laughed at the sight of your single bag and suggested you’d pack another suitcase.

*** After six hours of sleep Natasha wakes you up. You take the time to get out of your bed, you take a shower and put on some make-up. In a pair of light skinny jeans and a lively orange tank top, that complemented you tan, you sit down at the kitchen island. Natasha had made you breakfast and after you finished it, you got in the car. The ride would take about six hours, so before hitting the road, you stopped at the supermarket to get some snacks and drinks for on the way. After three hours you had a pit-stop at the MacDonald’s to get some lunch. You ordered the food via the McDrive and ate it in the car on the parking lot. When the food was finished you hit the road again. You had switched places, meaning Natasha would finish the drive to the compound. Natasha was still sipping from her milkshake in one hand, her other hand on the wheel. You leaned against the door with you head on your arm. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin as you dozed off.

A bump in the road woke you up.

You shot up straight. When you realized there was no danger, you leaned back into you chair, resting you head against the headrest.

“Slept well, princess?” Nat teasingly said.

“Nat!” You stumped her shoulder with your elbow. She grinned, but kept her eyes on the road. A comfortable silence fell and you closed your eyes again, not intending to sleep again though.

“No, but for real. How have you been sleeping?” You knew what she meant. She wanted to know if you still had nightmares. They would still terrorize your nights sometimes. You would wake up sweating and shaking. Wide awake you would sit in the middle of your bed at midnight, tears running down your cheeks.

“Uhm, okay, I guess. Some nights better than others.” She turned her head to look at you, giving you a sweet smile. She laid her hand on your leg, her palm up. You put your hand in hers, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Now we’re talking about sleeping, a few rooms are under renovations, so the rooms are full. You can sleep in Wanda’s room. She has an extra bed on her room.”

“Is she okay with that?”

“I think so.”

“You didn’t ask her!?”

“No, but I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

“Nat…”

“Just kidding, I told her she would have to share her room with you.”

“And…?”

“She was fine with it.”

*** With your suitcase in your hand, your bag over your shoulder and music in your ears, you enter Wanda’s room. On the right side of the room there’s a king-sized bed with two chairs and a coffee table on the left side of the bed, next to the window that covers the entire back side of the room, providing a view of the trees and water next to the compound. On the left side of the room there is a large wardrobe, a door to the bathroom and in the corner there’s a single bed, parallel to the window. Above the bed there’s a shelf with a plant, some books and a light string. The room wasn’t very decorated, there weren’t many personal items. One wall was painted in a grey tone with a hint of purple and there was a purple bedspread, covering the lower side of Wanda’s bed. On the nightstand was a photo of Wanda, standing next to a boy with white hair. You figured it must be her brother, Natasha had told you about the twins and the tragedy. Apart from the photo and some plants, there was nothing personal in the room.

You walked to the bed you’d be sleeping in and dropped your bags on the floor. You sat down on the bed and with your feet still on the ground you let your back rest on the bed, closing your eyes as you take the time to take in the feeling of home. To be honest you feel more home at the Avengers compound then at your own appartement. After a few minutes you got up from the bed and put on some upbeat music as you start to make the bed.

Singing along to the music cheerfully, you put the duvet in its cover. With both corners of the blanket in your hands you shake the cover over the duvet. With the music in both your ears you didn’t hear someone come in, so when you feel a hand on your shoulder, you are slightly startled. You quickly stop the music and take out your AirPods. You turn around to lay your eyes on a beautiful woman with coper locks flowing over her shoulders.

“You must be Y/n.”

Wanda knew who you were, your name would regularly come up in a conversation. She didn’t know much about you other than your name. You were kind of a mystery to her. She was new to the team and hadn’t personally met you yet. One thing is clear to her, though. No one bothered to mention how gorgeous you were. With a lump in her throat, she looked into your eyes, once you had turned around to face her. The woman that was standing in front of her seemed like a nice, cheerful person. She had a beautiful smile on her face, but there was something in her eyes that showed her happiness hadn’t always been a given. She took her in, her hair up in a high pony tail with curtain bangs accentuating her face, she was wearing an orange tank top, which showed off her tanned skin, on top of light flared jeans and elegant black ankle boots. Jeez, she was beautiful.

“Guilty as charge.” You responded. “It’s my pleasure meeting you…”

Witty too. You reminded her of her brother.

“Wanda.”

“Ah Wanda! Natasha told me so much about you. Nice to finally meet you. Oh, and Natasha said I could sleep here for the time being. Is that okay with you?”

Natasha talked about her? That was a good thing… right? To be honest Wanda was rather intimidated by Natasha. Even though she had been welcomed with open arms into the group, once, you know, she had switched sides, it had been quite hard for her to adjust to the group.

“Yeah, she told me. It’s fine”

“Cool”

“Do you need help with the bed?”

“Oh no, I’m done.”

She noticed the bed was nicely made and saw your weekend bag, half under your bed.

“You can use that dresser if you want, and if you want to hang any of your clothes, you can put them in my closet.”

“Oh thanks!”

“No problem.”

“I was about to start dinner, the rest should be back in an hour.”

“I’ll make sure I’ll be there on time, I wouldn’t want to miss whatever culinary art you intend to make.” You said teasingly.

“Great, I’ll see you in an hour then