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yeonzzzn · 10 months

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⛸️snow & candles: sunghoon

a you complete me series: one / seven

pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader

word count: 2.1k

synopsis: the first snow fall of december just happened to be on sunghoon’s birthday

genre: established relationship, vampire!sunghoon, witch!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, reader has long black hair and facial piercings, stubbornly cute birthday boy sunghoon ♡

p1: vampires bleeding mlist

You were the first to wake up this morning, leaving Sunghoon alone in the bed you share. The blanket pulled up to his nose as he was cuddled up on his side.

You quietly changed out of your pajamas and into a nice ripped pair of skinny jeans, your black combat boots, your favorite gray long-sleeved shirt, and a brown cardigan sweater.

Sitting at your vanity, you pulled your favorite rings onto your fingers. The scars from the burns that Dorian caused that unfortunate day, were now a light pink and not as noticeable, which you were thankful for. Sunghoon loved your scars, always saying they are proof of how you survived and how closer you are to a human than he was. Unfortunately, you still hated the scars after the full year since the events unfolded.

You pulled your long black hair into your famous braid, leaving your bangs to fall beside your face. You changed out your black nose ring for a pretty silver to match your eyebrow piercing.

You carefully slipped out of the bedroom, leaving Sunghoon to continue sleeping in peace.

It was barely eight a.m. as you rushed to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

You poured the beans into the coffee maker and pressed the blind button, watching as the machine did its magic.

The next on your morning bucket list was to pull Sunghoon’s birthday cake from the freezer.

You were up all night baking it for him. Sunghoon told you to not worry about his birthday, that since he has eternity his birthday is just another regular day. But you didn’t share that opinion.

It’s the first birthday you were spending with him, due to the unfortunate fact that Dorian’s stupid ass was causing problems and by the time everything was over, Sunghoon’s birthday was past.

You pulled the blue and white cake from the freezer, carefully setting it on the crystal cake stand on your kitchen table.

The coffee pot buzzed to show it was ready. You grabbed Sunghoon and your coffee cups from the cabinet, pouring coffee into your cup first, knowing Sunghoon would wake up at any minute at the smell of the coffee.

You place cream and sugar into your cup and mix it with the coffee then sit down at the table, placing the cup to your lips, feeling the warmth.

You took a few sips before looking around the empty kitchen and living room.

After the ending of Dorian, one by one the pack members moved back into their own homes, except, of course, you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon and Jake shared an apartment before you and __ returned to them. So once it was time to leave the safe house, Sunghoon left the apartment to Jake and his mate.

Sunghoon and you decided to buy this farmhouse outside of the city. You weren’t a city girl and Sunghoon was okay being wherever you were. So the farmhouse it was. It also made sense to live here, it made it easier for you to practice your magic peacefully without having to watch your back.

You glanced at the photos of you and your vampire that filled the walls of the home along with bookshelves for your magical books of spells and all your witchy knickknacks. One family photo of the pack hung above the fireplace, everyone was in a group hug with massive smiles on their faces. It was one of your favorite photos.

You took more sips of your coffee, wondering when your pretty vampire would rise from his coffin.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something fall outside through the window.

You quickly glance up, your mouth forming into a smile. You finished the rest of your coffee, jumped from your chair, and rushed back to the bedroom.

Your birthday plan for your vampire was to wait for him to wake up, share some coffee and kisses as you give him his cake and sing him his birthday song then spend the rest of the day doing whatever he’d liked. But now everything changed and it felt like fate.

Sunghoon was still sleeping in the same position as earlier, which made it perfect for you.

You knelt beside the bed, brushing your fingers against his cheek.

Sunghoon melted at your touch, shifting his face slightly up and more into your hand. His eyes softly fluttered open, and then slowly closed again. You could tell he was practically still asleep.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered, rubbing your thumb over his jawline, “Time to get up.”

Sunghoon softly groaned, shoving his face into the pillow.

You rolled your eyes. You should have known he was going to be stubborn.

“Get up bloodsucker, you’re burning daylight.”

Sunghoon groaned again into the pillow, “Don’t want to.”

“Come onnnnnn,” you said shaking his shoulders, “You can sleep when you’re dead!”

“I am already dead,” he retorted, “Leave me alone.”

You sighed, having to go to your last resort. You didn’t want to spoil what was happening, but you knew it was the only way, “It’s snowing outside.”

And that’s all it took for him to climb out of bed and rush to the closet to change, “Well shit you should have said that earlier.”

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You followed behind Sunghoon as he ran out the front door, jumped off the porch, and ran through the snow.

You wrapped your cardigan tightly around you, watching how happy your vampire was as he fell into the snow.

You loved him. Oh god, you loved him and his beautiful smile.

Sunghoon sat up in the snow, waving to you to join him.

You carefully made your way down the steps, seeing that they iced over during the night.

The way Sunghoon was sitting in the snow reminded you of a penguin. You always swore he had to have been a penguin in his past life.

Sunghoon held his hand up, “Wait!”

You stopped walking, raising a brow at him, “Yes?”

He pulled his phone from his pocket, “You look so beautiful with the snow falling into your hair, I need a photo of it.”

“Hurry up, I’m freezing and want to go back inside.”

You posed for the photo, waiting patiently for him to close his phone back into his pocket.

He held his hands out to you, “Help me up.”

You groaned as you reached your hands for his, only to be betrayed in the end.

Sunghoon’s smile grew wide as he gripped your hands and pulled you down to him, rolling you over into the snow.

“Sunghoon! Goddamnit!” You snapped, tossing snow at him.

Sunghoon grabbed the hems of your cardigan and pulled you in for a quick kiss. His cold nose brushed against your skin, “Lighten up hex girl, it’s the first snow of winter.”

You glared at him but decided to let it go since he was the birthday boy.

As the sun rose more and the snow slowly stopped falling from the sky, the reflection of the light hit the large pond, catching your attention.

You glanced behind your mate, seeing the pond completely frozen over the night.

You smiled, happy that this day kept getting better.

“Baby, the pond is frozen over.”

Sunghoon didn’t hesitate to run back inside the house to grab his ice skates.

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You sat on the porch with another cup of coffee as you watched him skate.

The pure joy on his face as he danced away on the ice.

When the two of you picked out this farmhouse, the first thing Sunghoon mentioned was how excited he’d be once the pond froze over so he could skate. You bought him a pair of skates after that.

You check the time on your phone, it’s almost eleven a.m. Sunghoon hasn’t drank yet today, and you still wanted to give him his cake.

“My love!” You called for him, watching as he came to a spot.

“Yes, my princess?” he yelled back.

“It’s time to drink, come inside and warm up!”

Sunghoon pouted but nodded. He knew if he didn’t listen, you would continue until he did.

Sunghoon skated to the edge of the pond carefully stepping off the ice and into the snow, sitting down on the bench he placed there to switch out of his skates.

While Sunghoon was busy changing back into his normal shoes, you quickly rushed inside the house. Placing the candles on the cake, lighting them with a snap of your fingers, and picking up the cake stand carefully.

You grabbed a blood bag from the fridge on the way back out of the kitchen.

Sunghoon stood from the bench and turned to see you standing on the porch with a cake and blood bag. What a beautiful combination.

Sunghoon scoffed and smirked, shoving his free hand into his pocket and he walked over to you.

Sunghoon hated celebrating his birthday. It was just another day for him. When you get to live forever, birthdays aren’t something to celebrate anymore.

He couldn’t help but stare at you. His heart raced faster at your beautiful smile. God, he was so lucky. You made living for eternity so worth it.

Sunghoon carefully walked up the steps, “I told you we didn’t need to celebrate my birthday,” he teased.

You handed him his blood bag, “It’s our first time getting to celebrate it as a couple, let me have this bloodsucker.”

Sunghoon mimicked you, earning him your death glare.

He smiled at you as he took the top off the bag and took a few sips of the blood, his eyes going back to the cake, “Don’t you know vampires don’t eat?”

You rolled your eyes, letting out a groan, “God you fucking annoy me.” His chuckle filled your ears, “You guys CAN but it just doesn’t do it like blood does. Just see this as a small snack.”

Sunghoon raised his brows at you, “That’s a massive cake, what’s small about it?”

“Oh my god just finished your blood so you can blow out the candles and make a wish. Shit, you piss me off, bloodsucker.”

“Woah, hold it there hex girl, I am the birthday boy, remember?”

Sunghoon loved teasing you and wanted to continue, but decided to stop for now.

He set his skates down on the porch and quickly sipped the rest of the blood, tossing the empty bag into the outside trash can.

“Okay, I am ready to blow out the candles.”

You smiled brightly, singing him a happy birthday, “Now make a wish!”

Sunghoon didn’t even have to make a wish, he already had everything he needed.

He blew the candles out, then took the cake stand from your hands.

“Did you make a wish?” You asked, watching as he set the cake down on the outside table, “Tell me what you wished for!”

Sunghoon wrapped his arms around you, pressing your body against his, leaving no space between.

“Baby, I don’t need to make any wishes when you’re right here with me already.”

You pouted your lips at him, “Awe that’s so sweet and super fucking gross.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “You are so annoying, this is why witches and vampires don’t get along.”

“Yet you’re stuck with me anyways.” You sang.

Sunghoon nodded, carefully brushing your bangs out of your face, “And I am so thankful that I am.”

Sunghoon wouldn’t know what he would have done if something happened to you a year ago. The time he spent alone when Dorian stole you from his side was a literal hell. He never wanted to experience that again.

The pain he had to feel every single day. The sleepless nights. The endless thoughts of what he would do if you never returned to him or worse, if Dorian took you from him permanently.

He stared deeply into your doe eyes, swearing he wouldn’t ever let anyone touch you again. He would kill anyone who would warm you again.

Sunghoon took your chin between his fingers and lifted your face for a kiss. You tighten your arms around him as you softly kiss him back.

You felt something wet drop on your cheek, looking up at the sky, “It’s snowing again.”

Sunghoon also glanced up, his wide smile that showed off his natural fangs returning, “It’s like it’s snowing just for me.”

You cupped his face, forcing him to look back at you, “Happy birthday, my sweet vampire, I love you so much.”

Sunghoon planted a kiss on your forehead, squeezing you tightly, “I love you so much more.”

If every birthday was like this for the rest of eternity, Sunghoon wouldn’t mind celebrating it every year with you again and again.

#myiceprince #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #reader x sunghoon #reader x enhypen #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #established relationship #youcompleteme #happy birthday sunghoon 🥹#yeonzzzn writing

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eva-knits12 · 9 months

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Christmas with Steve

Trigger warning: Christmas, Steve Rogers, fibromyalgia, fluff

Summary: You and Steve spend your first Christmas as a newlywed couple.

Steve rolls over on his back. His eyes are open, and he has a smile on his face. You have finally gone back to sleep after finding another comfortable position after you've gotten up to pee for what seems like the 100th time that night because James was sitting on your bladder. James had finally settled down inside you. Steve gets up, pulls the covers over you, lets you sleep, and kisses your cheek.

Steve went to church last night, and when he got home, he saw you sleeping in the recliner. He got you to bed, and picked you up, and carried you bridal style to the bedroom. Your seven-and-a-half month pregnant belly didn't stop him.

He gathers his clothes for the day, which is black dress pants, a white button down, and a blue cardigan. He goes to the kitchen, turns on the coffee maker, and then goes to brush his teeth and shower.

He turns on the lights to the tree, and turns on A Christmas Story. When the coffee maker is done, Steve pours his first cup of the day. He turns on a smaller pot so that you can have some decaf.

You wake up, and call for Steve. Steve helps you out of bed, since you are now seven-and-half months along right now. Steve helps you help, gathers your maternity clothes for the day, which is leggings, slippers, a maternity dress, and a cardigan. Steve won't let you do anything, lift anything, or even go anywhere without his assistance.

"Merry Christmas, doll." says Steve.

"Merry Christmas, Captain Handsome", you say.

You and Steve kiss each other lovingly. You two are newlyweds after all. Steve gives you a cup of decaf the way you like it, and you take your first sip. Steve also fixes you some toast, so you can have something in your stomach.

"Merry Christmas, James. Be good to mama," says Steve, talking to your pregnant belly, and James kicks. Steve kisses your belly where James kicked. Whenever Steve was around, and James would kick, Steve always kissed your belly where James kicked.

You and Steve conceived James on your honeymoon. You and Steve went to Rome for your honeymoon earlier this year, way back in the spring. You found out you were pregnant around Steve's birthday, thanks to Tony rushing you to the medical bay after you threw up for what seemed to be the twentieth time that day and Tony found you passed out. Steve's serum and altered DNA intensified your symptoms. You also had hyperemesis gravidarum, which was the morning sickness from hell.

You revealed that you were pregnant to Steve on his birthday. Steve fell in love with you even more. You remember his words when you were telling Steve about your abusive ex.

"Doll, if you got pregnant tomorrow, I would love that. I love you so much, that you having the most beautiful and purest thing in the world as a result of our love would make me fall in love with you even more," said Steve.

Steve meant every word of that. You were carrying his child, and you couldn't have felt more feminine and beautiful right now.

Steve helps you into the shower, and helps you strip down. You go to shave your legs, and Steve helps you with that. He would anything in the world for his pregnant wife right now. After, Steve dries you off, and then applies your body lotion and cocoa butter on your pregnant belly. James decided to start doing his Pele impersonation, and once James got going, he would be kicking for a few hours. James was already a ball of energy. James loved to be active first thing in the morning.

"Good morning, James," you say, as you start to rub your belly.

"Good morning, sport," says Steve, kissing your belly where James kicked. Steve puts his hand on your pregnant belly, and feels James kick. He kisses your pregnant belly again.

You're lying on the bed, naked, and Steve is drawing you. Every day, Steve draws you naked, and then dates the drawing. You have a big red bow on your belly, and you also have a small chalkboard that says the stats of the day. What's written on the chalkboard gets written on the drawing. He plans on giving you this sketchbook after James is born. James is due in February, and he's due on Valentine's day. This time, your lying on your side, your right hand is on your belly, and your looking at Steve. Steve is sitting in the armchair, just drawing you, and snow is falling out the window. The snow sets the mood.

Steve helps you get dressed, and then helps you to the living room. He sits you in the recliner, puts up the footrest, kisses your forehead, and covers you with a blanket. You're watching A Christmas Story, and knitting a sweater for James. Steve is in the kitchen fixing you both some breakfast. He's making you both some eggs, bacon, and toast. He looks over to check on you every once in a while, and he smiles. There's a fire in the background, the tree is standing in the corner, and the gifts are sitting underneath the tree. Your and Steve's stockings are full, and are hanging on the mantle over the fireplace. You'll open your presents and go through your stockings after breakfast.

Breakfast is ready, and Steve helps you up from the recliner. He pulls out your chair, and helps you sit down at the table. He pulls your chair back in, and gives you your plate.

"Steve, this is amazing," you say.

"Thanks, doll," says Steve.

You and Steve eat your breakfast, and then Steve helps you back to the living room. Steve cleans up, and loads the dishwasher.

You're settled into the recliner, and A Christmas Story is playing in the background. The fire is going, and is bringing a cozy feel to the living room. Steve hands you your stocking, and you go through it. You got a pair of simple gold hoops, a nice watch, and a silver locket with a picture of James's first ultrasound inside. You also get some chocolate, a chocolate orange, and some oranges with cloves in them.

Steve got a lovely watch, some oranges with cloves, some warm socks, and you even got him a nice signet ring that has his initials on it.

You then open your gifts. Steve got you some really cozy PJ's, some nice slippers that you'll wear at the hospital after you give birth to James, a warm cardigan to wear when you come home with James. He even got you a nice, blanket.

Steve got a nice handknit sweater, a nice tie, a crisp white and blue dress shirt. and a nice handknit cardigan.

"Doll, I love it. I love you so much," says Steve. Steve gives you another loving kiss.

Steve helps you back into the recliner, and covers you with a blanket. You knit for a bit, then you yawn. You start to fall asleep, and Steve sees. He kisses your forehead, and turns the TV to low. Steve reads his book while you nap.

After a while, Steve kisses your forehead again, and decides to prepare some beef barley soup and some bread for lunch. You and Steve eat the soup.

Dinner is turkey with all the trimmings. You went to Tony's party a few days before, but Bucky and Nat are coming, and they would bring some wine. You would all be having dinner, and Steve prepared it. He wanted you to be off your feet as much as possible.

Bucky and Steve talk about the good old days, and Nat and you are talking.

"Nat, I can't wait until James is here," you say, rubbing your belly.

"Yeah, it will be his first Christmas. I just hope Tony doesn't try to overshadow it," says Nat.

"Let's worry about it next year," you say.

"Steve, I never thought you'd be the guy to marry and have a kid. You were always the skinny, sickly guy from Brooklyn," says Bucky.

"Remember the Christmas I got sick again that year," says Steve.

"Yeah, you just couldn't shake that cold," says Bucky.

"Wait, Captain used to get sick?" asks Sam.

"He got sick all the time," says Bucky.

"Wait, are they talking about Steve being sick again?" says Nat.

"Yeah, it was nothing like my first Christmas with Steve," you say.

"I wanted it to be perfect. I really did. Only, I caught a bad cold that turned into a nasty flu. I just couldn't shake it. Eventually, I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia," you say.

"Look, Steve loves you. He had so much chronic illnesses before the serum. He only sees you," says Nat.

"The doctor says that the flu helped the fibromyalgia diagnosis, otherwise, my symptoms never would have manifested themselves the way they did," you say.

Steve hears this, and he smiles. When you were in the hospital for a few days after, he refused to leave your side. He would draw, read his book, and keep you entertained while you were chained to the machine taking your vitals.

Steve would bring you flowers every day. He would bring you your favorite chocolate covered strawberries and you favorite chocolate truffles. He helped you shower when you were in the hospital. The doctor diagnosed with fibromyalgia, and she considered this flu that you had at the time lucky. You thought it was strange, but in your case, it helped with the proper diagnosis. You were also diagnosed with chronic anemia, and that was a diagnosis that could easily be solved with diet and supplements.

You, Steve, Bucky and Nat all exchange gifts. Bucky gets James a bear that looks like Captain America.

"James can take all the stupid with him," says Bucky.

Bucky and Nat got you and Steve a nice picture of you and Steve at your wedding. It's your first dance as a married couple, and you and Steve are staring at each other lovingly.

It's in a really pretty gold frame, that has a pair of bells on it with a ribbon. Your and Steve's wedding date is engraved on it.

You got Natasha some lovely gold earrings with a matching gold chain. For Bucky, you got him a nice camera.

You look at the engagement ring on Natasha's finger, and you hug and congratulate Natasha. It's a nice marquise diamond in a nice, yellow gold setting.

Steve also congratulates Bucky. You guys don't have any champagne, but that's okay. You can't drink because of the baby.

Steve makes some hot chocolate for everyone. You all are drinking hot cocoa in front of the fire, and are just having an amazing time talking.

Eventually, Bucky and Nat leave. You and Steve put on your PJ's, brush your teeth, and watch another movie. Eventually, you fall asleep, and Steve puts out the fire. He waits until it's out completely, and then he helps you to bed. He pulls the covers over you, kisses your forehead, and then says good night to James, and kisses your belly. Tomorrow, it will just be you and Steve, and Steve will do the laundry tomorrow.

You and Steve slow dance in the bedroom for a while. Steve gives you a loving kiss as you two are slow dancing in the bedroom with Christmas music playing in the background. Steve and you found love and happiness in each other.

You snuggle next to Steve and you're sleeping on his chest until you have to wake up and pee for what will be the first time that night because James has made a habit of sitting on your bladder.

#steve rogers #christmas #a christmas story #natasha romanov #bucky barnes #steve and bucky #chronic illness #fibromyalgia #pregnancy #breakfast #lunch #dinner #fireside snuggles #knitting #knitting project

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veronicaleighauthor · 6 months

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The Great Depression

It’s odd to admit that The Great Depression fascinates me, especially since it was a dark period in American history. But it does fascinate me, enough so that I’ve written several short stories and a couple novels (unpublished) based in the era. How people lived, what they ate, how they entertained themselves – most of all how they survived that period – it intrigues me.

Following WWI, during the Roaring Twenties the economy and America thrived. The present and future appeared bright. A few economists predicted that the good times couldn’t last forever, but the world paid little attention. Throughout 1929, there were signs of a slowing economy, and then on October 24th – what is now known as Black Thursday – the stock market crashed. In the following weeks, it was confirmed that the perpetual party of the 1920’s was over and that a new, bleak era was being ushered in.

For the next decade, America and the rest of the world endured the Great Depression. Images of bank closures and people lined up for soup kitchen often crop up in the history books and on the internet. As well as the famous photograph of the careworn mother and her children. My four grandparents lived through the Great Depression and that part of their lives affected their experiences and behavior. Even late in life, they couldn’t shake off those memories. Growing up, I heard countless stories of those days. My grandmother, Margaret, was very candid about the past. She would have just turned twelve when the stock market crashed and she would have been sixteen in 1933, which was considered one of the worst years during the Depression. Her memories were vivid, painting a picture that the history books couldn’t. She was the third of six children – her eldest brother died as a baby – her father was a boiler maker and her mother a housewife. They were a loving Christian family, which is what I believe brought them through the hardest of times. Grandma and her family never went hungry, however, there were many times they didn’t know they’d make ends meet. Yet somehow, they always did.

Hobos would show up on their back porch. A picture of a cat had been drawn on their fence, signaling to other hobos that a kind lady lived there. And my great-grandmother, Edith, was kind, feeding whoever was hungry. If great-grandpa, Charles was present, the visitor would be welcomed in the kitchen to eat and for a nice conversation. Charles always had a job, unfortunately he didn’t always have work and was often sent home. By 1933, his health began to fail and two weeks before Margaret’s sixteenth birthday, he died. Extended family planned to help, by splitting up the family. So-and-So would take Margaret, So-and-So would take Bettie, So-and-So would take Russel…but Edith was adamant: “We may starve together, but we will stay together.” For the remainder of the 1930s, they banded together to survive.

The weather seemed to turn against the country as well. Dust storms struck all over America, costing lives and ruining livelihoods. It soon became known as the Dust Bowl. Lightening accompanied the storms, and folks would hang chains off the bumpers of their cars to prevent them from being stuck. If caught in a dust storm, one would have to cover their face with a cloth and walk backwards against the gusts. Houses had to be shut up tight, windows closed and key holes plugged to prevent the dust from seeping in. But old houses had their crevices and dust would get in somehow. Decades later, Margaret and others who lived through the Dust Bowl, out of habit would place cups and bowls upside down in the cabinets because that is what they did to prevent dust from collecting on their dishes.

Clothing was rarely store bought. Dresses were made from stylishly printed feed sacks, using patterns, and sewn by hand, or by sewing machine. Sweaters and cardigans were knitted or crocheted. Shoes were worn at work and school, but at home if the weather was seasonable, they went barefoot to preserve their shoes. Clothing was patched and mended and passed from one sibling down to another, then onto another family. Like many of that era, Margaret left high school early to work. She was first a maid, then she worked in a number of factories. Her earnings of $4 a week went to the household. Later during WWII, when she earned $16, she was allowed to keep $4 for herself, and felt she was rich.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was elected president and was eventually voted into office three more terms, holding the position until his death in 1945. After Herbert Hoover, who was oblivious to the suffering of the American people, many trusted Roosevelt would lead the nation through the dark times. His New Deal, his relief programs, his steadiness, his fireside chats were a beacon of hope. His assurances that they had “nothing to fear but fear itself” spoke volumes. Despite his attempts to alleviate the financial woes and troubles of the 1930s, the US didn’t rise out of the Great Depression until the onslaught of WWII.

Years later, Grandma told me that her life had been a hard one, but it had been good and satisfying. I believe many of that era would say as much. I don’t know if it is the Great Depression that is my favorite era, or if it’s the people who lived during that time. They possessed an indomitable spirit. After the Great Depression, they endured WWII and more or less saved the world. That generation proved to us that whatever trials we may face today, this too shall pass.

#the great depression #the dust bowl #wwii #1930s #american history #family history #family stories

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blazenfire223 · 1 year

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My reverse AU Darlings Part 2: Zaraphim 🥰🥰

If you have any questions about them feel free to ask. I'd love to answer them :] Also his main hair and sunglasses are different now compared to when I originally drew this because I still had no idea what I was doing with his design.

[ID: A character sheet of my Reverse AU Crowley, Zaraphim. They are the angel from Heaven stationed on Earth in London. He has a half up style, gold sunglasses, freckles, a gold nose ring, gold earings, white and blue angel bites, and a gold cross necklace. He also has a tongue piercing and wears various amounts of rings and bracelets and colored nails. Her clothes consist of a grey turtleneck, a muted or olive green cardigan, tan trousers, and grey zipped boots. There are various doodles around the main full body; A profile of him with short hair and lipstick, a front facing head with their tongue sticking out to see their piercing, a close up of their eyes which are multicolored and change depending on Zaraphim's mental state, A potted plant with gems surrounding it, a chibi doodle of them with their wings out, they are black with stardust covering them and eyes all around them and fiery glowing hair, another chibi of them on their knees and crying gold tears that go up, another chibi of Zaraphim chilling, A close up of their hands that are covered in accessories but only one is important and that is a sapphire with pearls surrounding it, a close up of Zaraphim's ass that has a tattoo that says "Frostie" in white, that is Zaraphim's pet name for Ario, and a final chibi of him looking surprised because they picked up Ario's flaming sword. There is a big box with more information; Phillip Z. Zaraphim (P.Z.Z) During the war: Avoided most of it because they were painting stars while it was happening. He didn't take the idea of angels fighting amongst themselves seriously. She genuinely thought it was a joke she just didn't understand. It wasn't until later when another angel finally came to look for her, that she realized what had just occurred. They were put in as a recovery angel and helped to heal all the angels that were hurt during the war. Ex Star maker. Found Ario's sword and gave it to Adam and Eve. They were originally supposed to be given a weapon but they never took it because they thought nothing could hurt them. He works as a bartender at a nearby pub and is good friends with the owner. When they pass away Zaraphim promised to take the place. Her flat is an aesthetic piece of comfort covered in plants, art, and trinkets. It is more of a storage than a home but it makes her happy. Truly channels their inner office angel when dealing with their plants. They don't like slack offs and will make them suffer through a lecture/ 'talking to' or angry screaming (depending on the plant) if needed. Some of those rants will turn into terrible motivational speeches. He does give praise out but only to the most worthy of plants. Just generally talks to their plants, they know all about Ario. He collects crystals and gems and such. They know all about what they do but he doesn't use or buy them for those reasons. They just like pretty things. They met Madame Tracy at an occulty type store and they became friends. That's how they know Shadwell. She loves making art just as much as they love collecting it and they have dabbled in tons of different artistic mediums over the years. The Bentley is alive and her name is Daria. She is a troll and we love her. /End ID]

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #blazenfire223 #blazenfire223's art #good omens art stuffs #good omens reverse au #azicrow #ID is very long..

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strawbszz · 2 years

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Nice eggs and bacon.

Paring: Frank iero x FEM!reader

Rating: fluff/comfort

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You wake up. Frank is sleeping on you. You need to get up but Frank is glued to you with sweat of the blankets.

You run your fingers through Frank’s hair.

“Hey.. wake up..” you say softly.

Frank groans but he does not move. Frank gets more comfortable on you and his warm body on you makes you sweat a lot.

“Your making me hot Frank..”

Frank breathlessly giggles.

“Please get off of me Frank…” you groan.

Frank hums.

“But I’m too tired…” Frank says.

“Get off me..!” You say.

“Fine..” Frank rolls off of you.

You quickly get up and run to the bathroom.

Frank lays there on his back and zones out.

You’re brush your teeth. You rub your eyes with left over makeup on.

Frank walks in like a zombie and leans on your back and shoulder. He wraps his arms around your waist.

“Jeez you’re so clingy..” you say.

“You left me…!” Frank says in a whiny voice.

You giggle. “Okay.. well come brush your teeth..”

“Okay..”

Frank joins you brushing his teeth. He’s all hunched over like a ‘c’ so he looks a lot shorter then you.

You look at him through the mirror and you pat his head.

You finish brushing your teeth and put your toothbrush away while whipping your mouth on a hand towel.

You rub Frank’s back and it sends shivers down his spine.

Frank finishes brushing his teeth and whips his face on the hand towel while putting his toothbrush away.

Frank immediately hugs you. Clinging onto you like a little leach.

You giggle. “I love you Frankie..”

Frank hums but you can barely tell what he said.

“What was that Love?” You ask.

“I love you too..” he mumbles.

You giggle patting his head.

You walk out of the bathroom to your guys bedroom and you go to the closet to find something to wear. You grab black skinny jeans, a baggy-ish Green Day shirt, and a red hoodie.

Frank walks in the room after for you got done getting dressed and admires you for a minute.

“You look so pretty babe..” Frank says.

You giggle. “Now it’s your turn to get dressed.”

Frank is just in his underwear. He needs to get dressed but you can’t complain about Frank in just underwear. He’s so hot and soft looking.

“Okay..”

Frank is wearing a white t shirt, a red flannel with a red cardigan over it, and black jeans.

He didn’t bother fixing his hair. But his bedhead hair is so cute.

You walk over to Frank after he got dressed and hugged him.

“You’re so warm..” you mumble on Frank’s ear.

He giggles softly.

“You look beautiful.” Frank says with a low scratchy voice.

“Should we eat something? Like breakfast?” You say.

“Ooh! I can make breakfast this time!!” Frank smiles.

“Okay. I’ll make coffee..”

Frank nods his head and you both go downstairs.

Frank grabs the pan and grabs from the fridge the bacon and eggs.

He starts cooking the bacon first.

Frank hums some random song while cooking most of the time.

“What do you wanna watch while we eat?” You ask frank.

“Hmmm… wanna watch Clueless?”

“Really? Again?” You say groaning.

“Yeah! I love Clueless!” Frank says smiling.

You laugh. “Okay.. fine! We can watch Clueless for the 4th time.”

Frank gasps “this is not the 4th time!! We watch it like twice a month!”

“Yeah twice a month because I get a little tired of it.” You say.

“Don’t argue with me!” Frank says while giggling.

“Okay! Fine! Let me make our coffee.” You say.

You get up and walk into the kitchen and grabs the bag of coffee maker and puts it in and starts the coffee.

You grab a mug and pour yourself a cup of coffee and you grab another mug and pour frank some coffee.

“Here you go!” You hand Frank the coffee cup.

“Aw thank you Hun!” Frank says as you sit his coffee next to him.

Frank finishes making the bacon and sits it on a plate and starts making the eggs.

“Mmm those eggs smell good!” You say while sipping on your coffee.

“Thank you Hun.”

You side hug Frank. You both smile softly.

Frank finishes making the eggs and puts them on 2 plates with the bacon.

You both walk over to the couch and sit with your food and coffee.

Frank sighs. “This looks so good.”

“I mean you made it so it’s definitely gonna be delicious!” You giggle.

“Thank you Babe.” Frank kisses your forehead.

You go a little pink.

“Okay.. let’s watch Clueless for the 1000th time.” You say mocking Frank on his Clueless addiction.

“Hey!” Frank elbows you.

You laugh. “I was kidding!!”

“Well that was mean..” Frank sticks out his bottom lip with a pouty face.

You kiss his cheek. “You know I love you Hun.”

Frank smiles going a little red.

“Well let’s watch this movie.” You say.

After the movie was finished and so was your food Frank was snuggling up to you.

“Your so clingy!” You giggle.

Frank groans. “Shush..”

You felt his soft tattooed hands gripping onto your arms and sometimes rubbing your arms with his thumb.

“I love you so much Frank..” you say while kissing the top of his head.

“I love you too…(Y/N)..” Frank mumbles slowly falling asleep.

“How are you falling asleep? You just finished your coffee!” You say rubbing his head. Fingers intertwined with his hair.

Frank groans. “You.. you kept me up talking about… books..”

You giggle. “I’m sorry.. it just I got a new comic book and I really liked it!!”

“I know.. it just… it was like 1am..” Frank mumbles into your neck. He hums on your neck.

“Your so warm Babe..” you say.

“I don’t wanna let go of you..!” Frank says.

“I also have work in like 30 minutes!!” Your eyes widened.

“Just take me to bed first..”

“Fine.. I’m only doing this because I love you..” you say.

You help up Frank and walk him upstairs to you guys’ bedroom.

You walk in the room and help him in bed.

“Thank you (Y/N)..” Frank says getting under the covers.

“Your welcome Babe.. I’m gonna go to work now. Bye Hun.” You move his hair out of his face and kiss his forehead.

“Bye Baby..” Frank slowly falls asleep.

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The Ressurection of Love: Chapter Four (Spencer Reid x Original Female Character)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Original Female Character

Themes: Mention of therapy! Mention of trauma but not much Warnings: Alcohol is consumed. Apart from that no other warnings

A/N: Hey, so this chapters a longer one, but my creative juices are finally flowing properly so that a good thing really. please leave a comment if you enjoy and remember i do post this fic on AO3 too if you prefer that format! it's all under the same name on there! Enjoy! Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5 - - - - - - - - - 9:50am Dr Daniel Whiting: Video call in ten minutes.

The text was always the same and never a minute late. These factors made Spencer often wondered if it was an automatic text.

9:52am Reid:Okay

Texting a quick reply, Spencer got out of bed, swapping out his baggy T-shirt and sweatpants for his usual work pants, shirt and cardigan. He was just about to throw on his tie when he remembered he was off duty and quickly discarded it.

The coffee maker had just finished it loud rumbling when the beeping started on Spencer's laptop. Reaching for it he placed the wretched device on his kitchen counter and pressed enter, accepting the call.

"One of these days you'll answer the call with a happier expression Dr Reid." Dr Whiting said, his face appearing on the screen.

Dr Whiting was around 60, with thick black rimmed glasses and pure white hair combed into a neat almost Grease Lightning style. Although he gave off a very strict aura; Spencer had learned in his 4 year of him being his therapist that the old man did enjoy a joke.

Spencer has thought several times over the years that if they weren't therapist and patient, theys of made good friends.

"I'm sorry, Dr Whiting. I just don't like this stupid computer" Spencer replied, remembering the day he was given the devil contraption.

"I'm aware. This is how we start every session Spencer. But we can tackle your supposed technophobia another day. How are you?" Dr whiting continued, a small smile sitting on his wrinkled lips.

"I'm alright." Spencer replied automatically then cursed under his breath as Dr Whiting wrote something down.

"Strike one to me Dr Reid" Whiting continued, looking expectantly through the screen.

"I am okay. Its been 2 months since my last serious panic attack and i am 4 years and 237 days still sober." Spencer corrected, scolding himself for forgetting how he's meant to answer as he poured himself a coffee.

When Spencer has first started therapy, he'd been in a mess. Struggling with the craving to relapse along with the crushing grief over the loss of his girlfriend Maeve, Aaron had put him on leave with strict instructions to go to Dr Whiting. After a few weeks of therapy, Whiting had implemented this routine. During their sessions, he'd ask Spencer how he was. Spencer was then to reply with how long he had been sober and how long since his last mental health dip as a way to remind him how far he'd come. For the most part it worked, even if he tended to forget the routine.

"Good to hear. Now, anything to report?"

Spencer nodded, placing his mug down and reaching for his notebook.

"I have a new teammate, her names Alyssa" Spencer said, reading the first part of the note he'd left for himself. Dr Whiting knew Spencer didn't need the notebook to remember, but he'd insisted writing things down were good for his mental wellbeing as well as his memory.

"I see, and why do you think you need to bring this up today?" Whiting asked, scribbling something down.

"Two reasons actually. Reason one is she is also my new neighbour. So I wanted to run past you the home/work life dynamic that may affect. The second thing is actually something she said" Spencer replied, shutting the book in his hand and replacing it with his coffee.

"What was it she said?" Whiting asked matter of factly, cocking his head to one side as he listened intently.

"Well she asked me if we could meet up outside of work today if her plans fell through. I agreed but it made me realised that this is the first time I've been invited out by a team member that's not on my therapy plan"

"I see. So Emily is still your designated 'buddy'?" Dr Whiting asked, referring to the buddy system they'd put in place to help Spencer leave his apartment during his grief management.

"Yeah she is, and Derek is still my Sobriety sponsor" Spencer added, watching as his therapist seemed to ponder that information.

"And how does that make you feel Spencer? The fact they're still rather tangled in your recovery?" Dr Whiting asked finally, putting down his pen and clasping his hands together.

"I'm fine with them being there for me. Really I am. It's just when Alyssa asked me to go out with her today it made me realise that that was the first time someone who isn't part of my recovery has asked."

"And how did that realisation make you feel?"

"Like they were only asking me because they have too. As if its a chore they need to complete. Penelope and JJ will ask me to come for a drink after work, sure, but I've never had them text me on our days off asking to do anything." Spencer admitted, feeling the words slice at him. Dr Whiting picked up his pen again.

"Thank you for you honesty Spencer, because of this new development, I'll be informing your team leader that I'll be cancelling your buddy system. Derek will still be your Sponsor as that's nothing to do with me. But I can tell from these feeling that the buddy tactic has served its purpose and if carried on may actually begin to work against you." Dr Whiting said, writing rapidly as he spoke.

"May I ask how you got to that conclusion?" Spencer wondered aloud, watching the laptop screen as his therapist finished writing.

"Putting it plainly you think they're only spending time with you outside of work because I've told them too. Therefore taking away the command will help you recognise that they are spending time with you because they want to. Not because of any orders." Whiting continued, looking so directly into the camera Spencer could almost feel the eye contact.

"Do you think that will help?" Spencer asked, tightening the grip on his coffee mug.

"if we've caught these intrusive thoughts early enough, yes it should."

"And what about Alyssa?" Spencer asked, bringing the conversation back to the first topic. Dr Whiting steepled his fingers in front of his face as he thought.

"You've began to have intrusive thoughts about your friends and teammates and their motives behind spending time with you outside of work. Therefore Miss Alyssa may be your saving grace here Spencer. As she has no idea of your past, you'll be able to build a tauma free friendship with her that cannot be tainted by your thoughts" Dr Whiting said with an air of authority only therapists seem to possess.

Spencer took a moment to process this, allowing himself to take in all the variables before speaking.

"I understand. I can't assumes she's hanging out with me out of pity if she doesn't think I need to be pitied" Spencer said, watching as his therapist nodded enthusiastically on the screen.

"Exactly. Anyway, I see you're clock watching so I shall let you go. I shall text you with our next scheduled call time. And I'll be expecting a run down of you time out with Alyssa." Dr Whiting concluded, shaking his finger at the camera again as if to say 'Or else!" before abruptly ending the call.

Spencer had just placed the laptop back in its place on the table when her heard the doorbell go, the gothic ringing sounding through his apartment.

"One second!" Spencer shouted, throwing the remains of his now half drunk coffee before grabbing his keys and coat and racing towards the door.

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Kitagawa's Soulmate Customs Order.

Soulmate Customs is a channel on Youtube. They specialize in spicy/sweet/sad custom embroidery clothing for the loved ones in your life. This is a short story about Marin Kitagawa getting a reason for an order, giving it to Gojo, and the consequence of getting him a spicy sweatshirt. #not sponsored, just really like what they do. also #i am single and channeling my lonelyness through fanfiction.

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It was a cold and windy day in Japan where Kitagawa was at. It was January so she shouldn't have been too surprised, but the biting chill in the air felt a little over-dramatic for the season. Part of her knew she would've come to regret the decision to wear a pencil skirt and should have compensated for the weather with more than thick, fur lined leggings, but she wanted to look cuter than usual today. She was on her way to meet her boyfriend Gojo for a very important coffee date. It was important because they were finalizing the paperwork outlining Gojo's moving details into Kitagawa's apartment.

After working everything out and being the one to finally admit she liked him, it had been a few years and some life altering changes had gone down in this seemingly brief period of time. Kitagawa had gotten approval and started working as an official cosplayer for Sparkle Productions. Working with them meant she got a consistent income at a much higher rating. Meaning she could afford her own apartment in an inner-city location. It was close to work, but it inadvertently made it farther away from Gojo's home. It made her feel like she couldn't see him as often as she wanted. Speaking of which, Gojo's gone off to college.

He's still striving to become a Hina doll maker, but him and his grandpa thought it wouldn't hurt if he had some knowledge running a business. He was also partnered with Sparkle Productions as well, seeing as it was made very clear that him and his skills were inseparable from Kitagawa. Between the commissions he's been getting paid with from the production company and commissions from doll making, he's raking a bit of money as well. He's been living with his grandpa since the beginning of their relationship however, and some people( no stories will be told, but the grandfather has been the biggest advocate for this) felt it was time for that to change. Gojo has just ended his most recent semester, so now the time for this was about as best as it was going to get.

Tightening her pink fleece and strawberry decorated cardigan against a sudden blast of chilling wind, it made her wonder if she was going to die of freezer burn before she reached the coffee shop. The only thing keeping her warm in her mind was the possible chance she could convince Gojo to let her crawl into his lap in the public cafe. She knew he would object if she said it outright, but probably wouldn't notice if she came at the plan slowly. Start off with complaints about the weather while giving a longer than necessary hug, lather him in compliments about how warm he is, snuggle up as close as she could get away with and just... slowly invade his innermost personal space an inch at a time. She could see it working.

She turned the corner and charged in the direction of the glass doors to the building, before stopping herself as she caught a glimpse of her boyfriend sitting against the wall in side-view of the long expanse of glass acting as the front of the building. Gojo played on his phone as he was cross-legged and reclined languidly in the bench seats that lined the left wall. The low coffee tables set in front of them offered a full view of the daring outfit that he walked out with. Black from the shoes up, he wore leather loafers, corduroy pants, and a tight turtleneck. The main focus of the outfit came from the quilted biker-style jacket made out of boldly patterned and oddly shaped patches of red, grey in varying shades, and white fabric.

She recognized the fabric as scraps coming from a cosplay she did last year. The long and wide, tri-tiered, ruffled mermaid skirt it had was made out of geometric chunks that had to be individually sewn together, meaning there were a lot of off cuts left and were considered unusable. Despondent and irritated at the waste it created, Gojo was left puzzled as to what to do with the scraps, not wanting to toss it all out. Marin had sent as many pictures as she could, hoping it would inspire him to try his hand at street wear. While some of it ended up getting patched together as a Hina doll's outfit, she was told that the rest of it did end up as a couple personal projects, ones that she wasn't given any hints as to what they were.

She knew he was still uncomfortable with non-traditional clothes, but had been making personal strides in his own time. It was still a shock nonetheless, to see him not only in something that wasn't his usual samue, but something that he'd created. She knew it had taken a lot of willpower from him to commit to walking out of the house in something that absolutely would have sent his anxiety straight through the roof three years prior. Sitting there in the warm shop lighting made him come across as more of a model than she did most days. Seeing him without an ounce of fear in his dashing appearance tugged on her heartstrings and filled her body with pride.

Snugging the manila file full of paperwork up into her armpit, she reached up and tightened her high ponytail up even tighter, straightened her curled side bangs, and pulled down on the hems of her outfit. Checking her outfit in the mirror finish, she giggled a little once she noticed she was wearing a turtleneck as well under the cardigan. While it was white, she couldn't help but smile at how the two of them were going to look as they sat there. Lounging against each other, drinking hot drinks and sitting the warm cafe, soaking up each other's body heat- God she needed to get out of the cold.

As she entered the shop, Gojo looked up from his phone and immediately brightened. He stood up as Kitagawa got closer and pulled her into a friendly hug. Gojo tried to let go, but she clung onto him a little longer and hummed as the warmth began to replace the chill she developed walking outside.

"Blisteringly cold out there, isn't it?" Gojo questioned as he chuckled, realizing why Kitagawa was holding on so tight.

"You wouldn't mind if I just weaseled my way into your new jacket, right? I feel like my bones are shivering." Her eyes were closed as she tested her chin on his chest.

"So you noticed it, huh?" Gojo said as he tightened his arms again and swayed her lightly from side to side.

She opened her eyes as she looked up and saw that something was different about him. Feeling transfixed by his gaze, she noticed that his eyes seemed more intense than usual even though she could see the soft love he had for her in the plains of his face. Drawing attention to the shape of his eyes, she could see that they were rimmed in a thin, but noticeable line of smoky black. It helped emphasize the dark pools that were his ebony irises and strengthened the emotions in his gaze.

"You- you look different." Marin uttered out sweetly, not wanting to break eye contact.

"Ah. It's... noticeable, isn't it?" Gojo turned his head away in embarrassment

"N-no! It's good! I've just... never seen you in guyliner before." Kitagawa broke from the hug and the two of them sat down. She passively clocked the half finished mug of milky tea on the table before turning back to Gojo.

"Yeah, I was leaving an Economics lecture and a girl next to me retouched up her makeup with something I haven't seen before. I might have interrogated her over it, the poor thing." Gojo said as he looked somewhat ashamed, "Anyway, I bought it because it's never a bad idea to have more options for makeup with you. Before I left I had noticed that my eye bags were a little more obvious than usual and you had left your makeup bag in my dorm, so I might have helped myself to the concealer. Since I was already applying makeup I thought it would be a good idea to try it on myself and make sure I know what I'm doing. You know?"

"You've gotten really good with the color matching. I couldn't tell you had any on!" Kitagawa said as she tilted her boyfriend's head back and forth, "What did you use for the eyeliner?"

"It was this." he said as he pulled up a picture of the product listing and showed her an image of a surma stick.

"That's... Are we sure that's not a torture device?" Kitagawa said as she visibly paled.

"It does look like one, doesn't it?" Gojo giggled, "When I asked about it, she gave me some tips, but it still took me a few tries to get it to look straight. It's probably for the best that we keep the makeup on you though."

"Why? You look amazing!" Marin said, being very adamant in hopes it encourages him to be just as bold in the future.

"Maybe." Gojo said simply as he put his phone back in his pocket.

"Did something happen? I really think you look good." Kitagawa said as she inched closer, removing any space she could between their laps.

"it's just... I think I might've scared the girl at the front counter. She looked nervous before I started talking to her and I think she was shaking when I left." Gojo said as he pinched his lips and looked downcast.

"I sincerely doubt that was the reason." Kitagawa said as she patted his thigh. She tested her head against his shoulder and looked him in the eyes while smiling. He returned her smile, but it didn't seem as bright as it could be.

"Speaking of the counter, I should go order myself a drink. I still feel frozen on the inside." she said, already regretting having to leave his very warm side.

"I know it looks like I'm almost finished with mine, but I ordered yours a few minutes after you texted me saying you were leaving your place." Gojo said as his hand drifted to her wrist, preventing her from leaving.

"Oh, really? What did you get?" she asked.

"This place is serving the strawberry hot chocolate you saw on the TV. That sound okay?" Gojo questioned.

'OMG, You are amazing!" Kitagawa said as she threw herself into his arms.

An attempt was made to see if she could wiggle her way onto more of his lap, but she quickly slid off as she missed the landing. Almost as if summoned by their conversation, a nondescript looking waitress walked over to them with a tray carrying two drinks.

"A hot chocolate covered strawberry and a refill of the chocolate truffle chai." the rather petite looking woman said as she stuck around to confirm the order.

"Oh, I didn't order the refill." Gojo said, trying to be polite.

'It's okay. It's on the house." the waitress said as she winked before nervously scurrying away.

"Huh. That's never happened before. I think that was also the lady I talked to the first time as well." Gojo said as he watched her tip-toe back to the counter, puzzled. Immediately feeling skeptical of the waitress's intentions, Kitagawa began to inspect the outside of the fresh mug of tea that was placed on the table. Looking closer at the decorative napkin, she found that someone from behind the counter, probably that waitress, had scribbled down their number with the words 'Call Me' next to it.

"I take it you've never had a girl give you their number on a coffee napkin before either?" Kitagawa said as she held up the evidence to Gojo.

He was taking a sip from the first mug as he turned to look at it and proceeded to choke a little when he saw what was written. As Gojo was trying to recover from the lukewarm liquid almost invading his lungs, Kitagawa looked at the offending napkin a little harder. While she recognized that it happened through no fault of his own, she still felt mildly threatened and had a desire to make the waitress rethink approaching a taken man. Putting the number into her phone, she waited until Gojo had fully recovered from his coughing fit and asked him to lean into the camera's frame. As he adjusted his face, Kitagawa turned and planted her lips in a solid strike against his mouth. When she could tell he had relaxed into the sudden bout of affection, she took the photo and uploaded it to her text messages.

"Not that I mind getting surprised like that, but what was that for." Gojo said dreamily, his eyes only focused on the now smudged pink lip gloss she was currently sporting.

"Just sending a message. Literally." Marin giggled as she sent the photo to the unknown number with the caption saying 'He's taken." under it.

"Kitagawa... Isn't that a but much?" Gojo replied worriedly once he saw that the picture had been sent. No less than a minute had passed before everyone had heard a loud cry of disappointment echo through the cafe.

"Nope!" Marin giggled.

It was later in the evening now, hours after the date had ended and Gojo had walked her home. She was in bed relishing in the afterglow of a warm shower and wrapped in her fluffiest pair of pajamas. She knew it was late, but couldn't help herself as she scrolled down the infinite chain of short videos in an attempt to stop thinking about what had happened at the cafe earlier. She knew her Gojo was handsome and she felt it was an appropriate reaction to seeing him spending a little more effort on his appearance. Mainly because she could see herself pulling the same stunt if she hadn't known him before that day. It didn't change the fact that it had happened.

They had known each other before they started dating, but their relationship still felt a little young. She had no doubt that she could trust him to stop other people's advances, but Marin couldn't help but want to do something that would stop that all together, or at the very least make people think twice about it. It was impossible to spend all her waking hours by his side, not to mention that it would be an obsessive and quite toxic move on her part. She already felt that Gojo was the one for her, but since she made the first move she wanted to give him the chance to be brave and propose. Kitagawa had already accepted that it was going to be a while longer before that was going to happen anyway. A quiet, unhinged part of her said "Get a dog collar." but that was quickly disregarded as soon as it was brought up.

Deciding on one last attempt to clear her mind of the turmoil, she made the decision to scroll for three more minutes and then put the phone down. She had noticed that her For You page had begun to fill with happy couples recording their happy moments together. She would always joke with the people in the comments, all of them relating to each other about how single and alone the couple on screen made them feel. Now she just smiled and laughed imperceptibly to herself in the dark, feeling better about her situation because now... now she could relate to the happy couples. The ads felt like they were picking up on this too. It kept sending her listings for couple's gifts, with some being actually cute and some she just couldn't find a reason why there had to be a couple's variation.

Getting close to the end of her self imposed time limit, she almost scrolled past one that seemed to be an American ad, but upon closer inspection it didn't have the usual banners or the click bait links bordering the edges of her screen. What really caught her attention was the red faced and sweating emojis that took the place as the video's title. Kitagawa considered herself to be a simple girl. Hot emojis probably meant that the video's contents were going to be something she might be interested in. Yeah, it was a cliche tactic, but it is how she found some of her most recent eroge games and manga. Letting the video play out, she saw a pretty red-headed woman looking at the camera, her face looking shocked by what she found. Cue the camera angle panning over to a gold engraved key-chain with an outline of a woman in lingerie with the back of it saying "Cum home safe <3"

Kitagawa let the clip play over again, just to be sure that is what she actually saw. After confirming that, she immediately clicked on the clip's link to the redheaded woman's main page. Disregarding the self imposed time limit for the sake of research, she looked at videos after videos on this woman's page. She got the clear impression that this woman had a custom engraving and embroidery shop that didn't shy away from its more... risque submissions. Sure there were some fluffy, more sentimental pieces and a few sad memorial works, but the ones that had the half naked women on them clearly got more views (Go figure). To be fair, there were one or two male submissions. Kitagawa got a little chuckle at the thought of putting a shirtless Gojo on an embroidered hoodie for herself, but that would be next to impossible as even in the middle of summer she wouldn't find him just casually shirtless.

As she scrolled down one more, she found out that they did jewelry as well. Different types of necklaces as well as bracelets. That got Kitagawa thinking. Bracelets weren't as obvious as a ring could be, but an engraved bracelet could be something she could get away with. Gojo didn't seem like the kind of guy to be down for wearing a necklace, hell it took him four years to try and wear something that wasn't a samue. But she could probably convince him to wear something as small and innocuous as a wrist band. Getting him a sexy sweatshirt with her almost-bare ass plastered on the front of it should have been an immediate no as an option, but she had to admit it was right up her ally.

Kitagawa left her phone on the clip's main page and turned it off for the night. She wanted to take a closer look at what was available in the morning as she wanted to put some real thought and effort into what she wanted to get. She had already decided to buy something from them anyway, seeing at how cute and personalized each item could get. She knew she couldn't spend forever making a decision however, with Gojo slated to move into the apartment in less than two weeks. She was going to pay through the nose for express shipping, but it would be worth it.

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Two weeks had passed and it was finally Moving-In Day for Gojo. He was a minimalist at heart, but due to taking up cosplay as well as keeping up with Hina Doll creation, there was quite a bit of equipment to lug over. Thankfully the heaviest thing he owned was a sewing machine. Kitagawa would never admit this willingly, but she bought an apartment with a second bedroom with the intention that Gojo would move in eventually and take over that space and turn it into his hobby room and office. Four hours later, all furniture was rearranged and the boxes were flattened and put outside the door. It was a bit early for lunch yet, so Gojo decided to collapse in the main room and stretch out in the new environment. He landed on the floor with a comically long and low groan.

"Enjoying yourself down there?" Kitagawa said as she giggled at him, watching from her place on the low couch parallel to him.

"I'm going to get used to seeing this view, aren't I ?" Gojo responded after a moment, the realization of moving in settling into his mind and body frame. Kitagawa crawled on her hands and knees over to where he laid and gave him some deep and unhurried kisses on his lips. An activity Gojo reciprocated gladly in a similar fashion.

"You're gonna get used to the view of my bedroom ceiling first, I bet." Kitagawa whispered salaciously as she pulled away and moved her head to his chest. Gojo rolled his eyes hearing that and shifted his arm to lay across her waist.

"If someone had told me that I'd not only be in love and dating the most beautiful and extroverted girl in my class, but also living with her in a few years... I'd think it would have given me a heart attack." Gojo said and he sighed deeply.

"I think you would have the heart attack from finding out time travel exists." Kitagawa responded.

"Why time travel? Could have met a fortune teller." Gojo playfully interrogated.

"You're too skeptical to believe a fortune teller." Kitagawa offered simply as she moved a hand to the back of his head, longingly gazing at his face.

"That is true. Guess it would have to be a time traveler." Gojo chuckled out tiredly. His eyes were closed, but he could feel Kitagawa play with his short tufts of hair. Her hand brushing in a relaxed and loving manner, acting as an anchor to this moment.

"Oh! Almost forgot." Kitagawa said as she clumsily got to her feet as quickly as possible. Gojo watched over the kitchen counter as she got a footstool and used it to gain access to the top of the fridge. She pulled down an already opened cardboard box and walked around the counter with it.

"I know you're just moving in and all. buuuut I decided to get you a few housewarming gifts." She said as she sat down and crossed her legs, placing the box on top of her lap. Gojo propped himself up onto his elbows as she got herself prepared to show him the surprise.

"Do you want the Sweet gift or the Spicy gift first?" Kitagawa bit her lip as she offered and drummed her acrylic nails on the top of the box. Gojo groaned loudly in mock agony at hearing that one of the gifts he would be receiving was described as "Spicy".

"You know what, humor me. The Spicy one first." Gojo said, already preparing himself for the gift by throwing all expectations out the window. Hopefully mentally preparing himself this way meant that Gojo wouldn't be sent into a heart attack that he seemed to be prone to getting around her. Kitagawa giggled maliciously as she opened the box and pulled out a vacuumed sealed, plush feeling, rounded, and black object. After she handed it over, he gently pulled away the plastic wrapping. He could already see the outline of what could be a leg dressed in fishnet stockings.

"Oh, this already doesn't bode well- what is this?" Gojo exclaimed as he unfolded the black hoodie.

The smile on his face was unmistakable, but he was still very shocked at what he was seeing. Taking up as much space as it could on the front of the soft hoodie, was a detailed white outline of what he assumed was his girlfriend dressed in a very complicated looking lingerie outfit with her hair up in a bun. She wore a high cut pair of baby blue underwear paired with a similar colored bra that left little to the imagination with matching strips of fabric crossing her midsection. There was a garter belt harness holding up some white fishnet stockings and a bunny ear headband completed the look. She was posed sitting on her thighs with her knees spread and holding her phone off to the side so as to not obstruct any part of the outfit. Curiously though, her head was turned and looking behind her. The phrase "Dress me up" Was plastered in bold lettering at the top of the framed image.

"Wait till you see the back of it." Marin tented her fingers and continued to laugh manically.

"God, there's a back to this?" Gojo said astonishedly. He quickly turned it around and moved the hood out of the way before he held it up again.

It was the same pose, but seen from the back. The high cut underwear had a large white pompom stuck to it to represent a bunny's tail and he could see why her head was turned away in the first picture. While it didn't show the rest of her face's features, it showed her tongue sticking out. If one looked closely, they could see the smallest dot of silver on the tongue that was supposed to represent the piercing that she had. Under the photo this time was the phrase "I'm your mannequin.".

"You... you know I can't wear this outside, right?" Gojo stuttered, taking in the magnitude of the gift he was presented with.

'Come on, I know you better than that! Wasn't expecting you to!" Kitagawa continued to giggle though her fingers at her boyfriend's embarrassed appearance.

"Th-then why...?" Gojo tried to ask while processing the gift in front of him.

"You've been in the guest room, right? That room can get super cold in the winter. I think it's got a weird draft problem." Kitagawa answered as she sucked on her lips and rested her elbows on the edges of the box .

"I figured we would have gotten a heater?" Gojo questioned.

"Yeah, I think the money for that is gonna go to getting a window air con for the bedroom. You know by now that I'm a cuddler and you like the room arctic when you sleep, sooo..." Kitagawa left the sentence to hang as Gojo nodded in agreement.

"I'd hate to get paint on it if I'm going to be working in this." He said as his eyes landed back onto the hoodie.

"So what! Get some paint on it!", She said as she scooted over to sit behind his back, "You know what? I think you should get a fat dollop of white paint on it. Right about there, don'tcha think?" Kitagawa moved her finger over his shoulder and pointed to her right ass cheek.

"K-Kitagawa!" Gojo exclaimed in embarrassment once he remembered why she would say such a thing.

"What? It's what happened last time I wore that!" She laughed as her arms tightened around Gojo's neck playfully, making sure he didn't run away from the conversation. He could feel himself melting at the playful goading.

"I'm still surprised you would get me a hoodie in the first place. Not that I don't appreciate the gesture." He said as he tapped on her arms in hopes she'd give him back some breathing room.

"Well... to be honest... This might be playing a part in a master plan." Kitagawa said mysteriously as she side-eyed him.

"A-and what plan would that be?" Gojo replied, his tone already dripping in fear.

"To steal... YOUR SHIRTS!" Kitagawa stealthily pulled on the strings that held his samue together and swiped his top off his body with surprising ease. Before he could counter the attack, she stood up and had already put her arms into it. She grabbed the sides of the top and wrapped it as tight as possible around her. As he stood up to look at her, Kitagawa took a handful of the top's fabric and brought it up to her nose. He continued to watch in amazement as she took the heartiest snort and sighed in satisfaction.

"Ahhhh. Been wanting to do that for years." She continued to look content even as she heard Gojo try to hold back a fit of laughter.

When he finished, he looked at her like he saw what love really looked like for the first time. She looked at him like she always had. With the deepest, most complete understanding of what happiness really was. Gojo picked up the hoodie from the floor and shuffled it over his head. After tugging it into place, he spread his arms out for a hug. Kitagawa gladly fell into them, just like they fell into each other's heart years ago. They held each other in place in the middle of the room for a moment, savoring the other's presence and heat in the room.

Love never looked so damn good.

"Didn't you say there was a second gift?" Gojo muttered into the top of Kitagawa's head after a long beat of time. She shook her head in his chest and slowly pried herself from his embrace. She walked back over to the box and pulled out two bracelets.

"I know the hoodie is never leaving the apartment, but I wouldn't mind if you did start wearing a little something for me. If it's not too much, 'cause I know you're not really a jewelry person." She handed over a metal bracelet plated in rose gold and held onto the silver one. On the top of the rose gold one was an emoji of a needle and a spool of thread, while the silver one had a bow and hands making a heart.

"There's a little something on the inside too." Kitagawa said looking sheepish. Flipping them over, Gojo could see that there was a line of kanji etched on the inside.

"She's my doll." in the rose gold bracelet

"He's my doll maker" was in the silver one.

"Kitagawa..." Gojo sighed affectionately.

"Is... is it okay?" she slid the silver one on before she asked nervously. Gojo sliped the rose gold one on and gently took her by the hands before he responded.

"It's perfect." Gojo whispered as he leaned in for a kiss, one that Kitagawa was happy to return back. They gently played with each other's lips for a moment before Gojo broke it off to ask a question.

"Surprised you didn't get the rose gold one for yourself. I figured that color would be more up your alley."

"I didn't because of what you said right there." Kitagawa smiled. Gojo only tilted his head in bewilderment.

"You saw the color and thought of me. It's why I chose mine to be silver." She purred. Gojo chuffed at hearing that, understanding how it made sense. Kitagawa went to lean in to continue the kiss, but was stopped when Gojo asked another question.

"This is to get me used to the idea of wearing a wedding band, isn't it?" He said with a knowing smirk on his face.

"Wha-why would y-you say th-that?" Kitagawa sputtered as her eyes darted nervously, not thinking that her line of thought would be discovered and revealed so soon. He just chuckled quietly as he placed the adorned hand on her face. He held it still as he leaned down for a silencing kiss.

"I will. At some point." he offered simply when he pulled away again, thumb brushing her rosy cheeks.

"That's all I ask for." Kitagawa grinned.

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It was another month later and Kitagawa had a short workday planned out for her. There were plans to head home early because Gojo also had a short day ahead of him. Well, short enough. He had more classes after five, but he had a window of time around three. Their schedules had become fairly out of wack between the classes and the photo shoots, so they wanted to make the most of this opportunity. Which really just summed up to Gojo coming home and making dinner with an hour of watching shows or gaming before he had to leave again. As Kitagawa was wrapping up getting her normal outfit on, she received a text from Gojo.

Hubby <3<3<3] I'm out of class right now. I need to stop by the store before I head home however because I don't think we have enough dumpling wrappers for gyoza. Could you do me a favor when you get home and chop the vegetables that we have and defrost the meat?

She sent back a sticker of a rabbit saying okay and left the studio. Now back inside their apartment, she made a beeline for the bathroom and dug out a previously worn samue top and replaced the shirt she was wearing with it. She made it back to the kitchen and took the meat out of the freezer to let it thaw on the counter. After she gathered up the vegetables, she prepped them and started cutting, getting lost in the rhythm of the work. Nearing the end of the green onion she was chopping, she heard the door open.

Gojo? You're back already?" She cleaned her hands and went to see him at the door. As she turned the corner, she was stopped in her tracks at noticing a familiar black hoodie that he was wearing.

"Notice something Kitagawa?" Gojo said in a clearly playful and passive aggressive tone. He removed the strap connected to his duffle bag and let it drop unceremoniously to the floor.

"Uhhh... maybe?' she replied, her voice ticking upward several notches.

"You want to know how my day went?" Gojo continued, still in the same tone of voice, "My day was interesting, to say the least. I found out early this morning, that every time my girlfriend comes over to my dorm, she's somehow been maliciously stealing my samue tops and replacing them with the shirt she was wearing at the time." He said as he passed her and rounded the corner with some grocery bags to shove them onto the counter.

"Someone also thought it would be funny to put the hoodie that was never supposed to leave the apartment into my bag of clothes for the week. Which, if you can't tell where this is going, means that I had no shirts with my only option of tops for today being either a woman's top that is mostly likely too small for me or the sexy hoodie that was never supposed to see the light of day." He rapidly stalked over to her and grabbed at her waist before she could make her getaway.

"I had people giggling at me the entire day at college! I got yelled at by old ladies! Three different old ladies yelled at me and called me a prude!" Gojo began a vicious tickle attack on his girlfriend as punishment for the treatment he had been receiving all day. Kitagawa was rendered useless and disarmed as she helplessly fought a losing battle against his experienced hands.

"I had some guy on the train ask me who the anime character on my hoodie was and where I bought it! I had to tell him it was my girlfriend and when I did, he scoffed and said 'Yeah right. Guys like us don't get girlfriends.' It took me showing him my home screen and the bracelet for it to get through his dense head!" The attack never let up as he continued to berate her with his precise, wriggling fingers. Kitagawa started to feel lightheaded as she had a hard time taking in oxygen.

"Di-didn't I l-leave one o-of my m-en's si-sized sh-irts ov-over there?" She found it difficult to speak as she was still being tickled. Miraculously, Gojo stopped as he processed what Kitagawa was trying to say. Letting her have a moment to breathe again, he walked over to the duffle bag left at the door and rummaged around looking for a sign of what she had said.

"Aaaugh, I'm an idiot." Gojo groaned as he pulled out a shirt he recognized as having a men's design on it. Leaning for support against a corner of the wall, Kitagawa slowly gained the ability to speak again.

"Almost makes me wonder if you wanted to wear it out in public." She joked dangerously as she gasped. Gojo turned and started daggers through her soul.

"Alright, that is it." He snarled. He ran back to her and lifted her up into a princess carry. Using one hand, he pulled back the hem of the samue she stole that hadn't gone unnoticed by Gojo, and began to blow massive raspberries into her stomach. Sending her into another fit of laughter, she didn't notice until it was too late when he dropped her onto an open space on the counter. Moving to stand in between her legs, he continued his assault of raspberries while Kitagawa shrieked and squirmed while trying to knee him in the ribs. Another moment of relentless tickling passed and Gojo could feel the slapping against his shoulders start to make their intention clear. He lifted his head up to see Kitagawa's face before him.

Flushed red as a bright cherry with unfocused eyes and gasping for air, it was a familiar sight to him. He could feel himself flush a little in response, but decided to keep the angry act up.

"Well? Do you feel like apologizing?" Gojo smirked as he loomed above Kitagawa.

"If I say yes, will you let me breathe?" She gasped out tiredly.

"Only if you really mean it." He muttered into her belly, planting little suckling kisses while it twitched. Kitagawa giggled as her hands drifted to his hair.

"There might be a problem then." She moaned lightly as she felt the attention her midsection was getting, wishing that type of care was placed in other areas on her.

"Guess I'll just have to find other ways of making you pay, now won't I?" A small groan was muffled as he felt the heat of her exertion radiate through her skin.

It was still very cold outside and she felt oh so warm now. A hand came up and tugged on the tie holding the panels of the top together and used his hands to bunch up the sides of it to pull the panels away from each other. Opening up the stolen shirt, he could see that there was only a plain white bra under it. Using the grip on the shirt, he slid her down the counter's edge and used the opportunity to kiss a path up her stomach. Kitagawa moaned louder as she felt Gojo lick a strip in between her breasts, feeling the tip dig under the border of the fabric.

"I thought you were going to make dinner, Gojo?" Kitagawa goaded as her hands betrayed her thoughts, carding and tugging pleasantly on his short locks of hair.

"Dinner? I've got a juicy rabbit roast right here." His head continued up to her shoulder where he bit and pulled on the strap of her bra, letting it snap back on her skin.

"And use my first name." Wakana growled hotly into the spot where the strap landed. Marin rolled her body into the attention, not feeling guilty in the slightest for what she had done.

#And then they played Smash Bros.#We stan Fashion Icon Gojo in this household #I genuinely think he could be if he just tried a little harder.#Also have a head canon that he makes samues and jinbeis but they're anime themed #The quotes on the hoodie are from Lady Gaga's song Fashion.#The other one #with every short fic I attempt to write I slowly fix my expectations on how long they're supposed to take me #anyway #just some year 5 relationship GojoGawa #or whatever they're called #Figured we might need it after the most recent chapters.#gonna repost this on Ao3 later.#it's late i should go to bed #my dress up darling #gojo wakana #marin kitagawa #My dress up darling fic #enjoy #Check out Soulmate Customs #It's some good shit #Again #not sponsored #was kinda thinking this turns into a sorta “Picture/ write your OC/ Favorite Characters doing this” Kinda situation #but i doubt it #had been proofread #but call out typos if missed #sono bisque doll wa koi wo suru

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