#god i love this man so much

[bytemega]

This kind of smart, walkable, mixed-use urbanism is illegal to build in most American cities

[vittoriaisfuckingpathetic]

damiano david with his guitar is something that is so personal to me

[the-grimm-writer]

Dabi cream pies his darling over and over while shes begging him to stop 💕

tw: noncon, slight daddy kink, overstimulation

"I can't take it," you whined, body shaking uncontrollably as Dabi slammed into you, feeling full with how many times he's filled you up already. "Please stop, Dabi."

"Shut up," he grunted, making you cry out as he landed a rough slap on your ass. "You can take it."

There was something about you that made him insatiable for you. No matter how many times he's already marked you as his he just had to keep going. Maybe it was a family trait that was passed down to him, whatever it was he didn't want it to stop.

And it felt even better when you were sensitive, when you're feeling like you were about to explode as the pleasure started to feel painful, because your walls would always clench around him like he belonged there, milking him dry.

"Is it too much, baby?" He asked with a chuckle. "Don't want daddy cumming inside ya?"

You whimpered, nodding your head, gripping onto the sheets for dear life as he pushed you hard into the bed with each thrust.

He grinned, groaning as he released himself inside you just as he had done all the other times. "That's too bad..." He looked amused, that pitiful look on your face as he started pushing into you again. "For you."

[mandiemegatron]

ミ💖 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 💖彡

𝐀 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭)

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝐆

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!

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A/N : HELLO MY LIL TANGERINES!!! Here it is! Finally, my birthday piece for my husband, I love him so much and I had so many feels writing this 😭😭😭 I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it, I love you all so much !!! (If u see any errors.... no u don't 💖)

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 ; @baka-tsuki // @baka-tsuki-2 ♡

Law was not a fan of his birthday.

The Heart Pirates knew to keep to themselves for the day, even though deep down they wished for nothing more than to celebrate their amazing Captain. Years flew by in the blink of an eye, his birthday passing over and over without so much as a cake or gift, except for the ones given by Bepo, Penguin and Shachi.

Then Y/N came along.

Waking to a good handful blown up balloons wandering around his office, his brows furrowed with a deep frown across his face in confusion. Glancing at the clock, he realized he'd only slept about three hours, and by the amount of balloons that were floating around-

His thoughts stopped as his door creaked open slightly and a gift bag was shuffled in, a familiar hand quickly pulling back and closing the door. Law narrowed his eyes at the gift with a low sigh, hearing the rapid footsteps leaving his door.

Laws hands clenched into fists as he stared at the gift bag, forcing himself to take a deep breath before he finally walked towards it. He bent down slightly and picked it up, giving a soft hum in surprise at the weight.

Slowly making his way back to his desk, he flopped down in his chair tiredly, a tattooed hand running through messy hair with a loud yawn leaving him at the same time. He simply stared at the gift until the door opened and in came Bepo, a fresh cup of tea in his paws.

"Good morning, Captain!"

Law gave his best friend a withering look, accepting the mug with a nod of thanks as he sighed down at the gift once again.

"...I don't think anyone told her."

Laws eyes flickered back to Bepo at his meek voice, an almost anxious look on the Minks face as he took in his Captains state.

"... it's fine."

Bepo quickly gave his report before giving a salute, murmuring quickly, "Happy birthday!" before running out the door before Law could retort with a snap. The Heart Pirate Captain grunted in irritation and huffed as he threw his face into his palms, rubbing at his aching eyes roughly before pulling away with another huff.

Glaring at the card taped to the simple paper bag, little Heart Pirate crests hand drawn all over it, he ripped it off the bag and opened it, wanting to get it done and over with.

His motions slowed as he took in the hand-made card, his fingers gently running over the front with another deep-set frown. He could tell the love and effort Y/N had put into it.

Opening it, his heart slumped through the floor as he took in all the loving words and signatures from everyone on the ship, the thought touching Law, though he gave a low "Tsk," a hand covering the lower half of his face as he read everything over.

His eyebrows furrowed again as he realized Y/N hadn't signed it, giving the card a flip over and he felt tears prickle his eyes as he took in the words she'd written on the back.

Law,

I'm so proud of you for doing your best to be okay.

I'm proud of you for waking up and trying.

I'm so proud of you for being here today because I know some of your yesterday's were really hard.

You are going to get through whatever you go through, because you're not alone anymore.

I hope you fight for yourself when no one else does and I hope you know you are worthy of your wildest dreams.

You are someone worth fighting for.

Keep going.

Love always,

Y/N. ♡

Throwing the card down on his desk a little more aggressively than he meant to, he sat back in his chair with his arms crossed tight across his chest, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

He absolutely loathed how hard her words hit, his heart both racing and sinking in his chest, his hands gripping his arms as he chewed the inside of his bottom lip.

He stewed for a good hour, his eyes never leaving the card. It was like it was made of poison and he would get sick if he touched it again, but it felt like his hands burned to touch it once more. He fought with himself over and over until he finally went for the gift, pulling out four individually wrapped items.

Ripping the first one open, he let out an almost inaudible gasp, his hands brushing over the cover of a First Edition of Sora : Warrior of the Seas. Opening it to the first page, he noted with pure excitement that it was not only number 4 out of millions of copies, but it was signed.

Child like excitement ran over him as he held the book to his chest, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude encompassing him. His hands shook slightly as he put the book down, his fingers almost not wanting to leave it in case it burst into dust under his touch.

He finally went for the next gift, opening the smaller package and giving a shaky, soft laugh as he looked over the Commemorative Collectors Coins, four of them in total.

Alabasta, Logue Town, Fishman Island...

Flevance.

Wide, teary eyes took in the coin, slightly dented and marred from its years of being traded; he noted it looked recently polished and he immediately broke down, his free hand covering his face as he silently wept into his palm.

He didn't know how long he cried for, the coin tight in his fist and indenting his skin to the point of almost bruising it. When his eyes finally stopped shedding tears, he looked back up and gave a watery sigh, picking up the next gift, the coin still in his other hand.

He smiled softly at the new pen, turning it over and chuckling to himself as he noted his name etched into the side of it, along with a new, lined journal. He flipped the book open and hummed softly, taking in the small words Y/N wrote on the first inner page.

For when things just don't make sense... write it out! ♡

He opened the last gift and immediately threw it on, the handmade scarf black and yellow striped with his ensignia embroidered on both ends soft against his neck. His hands ran over the high quality yarn with an amazed look, surprised by how well it was made.

A knock on his door caused him to jump, quickly throwing everything back into the bag and gently placing it under his desk, though his hometown coin remained on his desk, just off to the side.

"Come in."

Y/N poked her head in and his heart leapt into his throat at her expression, sadness and worry written across her face as she stepped in. She closed the door behind her and walked the three steps to his desk, sitting down at the chair in front of it and immediately opened her mouth to speak, only to stop at Law raised his hand.

"I have something to say, first. If you don't mind."

His words grew quiet by the end, almost nervous as he took a breath and slowly continued,

"I... had a very... wild childhood, as you would put it. How you knew about my hometown..."

He shook his head as she went to reply, anxiety clear in her eyes.

"I don't know who told you, but I am incredibly grateful to you for what you gave me. This is an irreplaceable gift, Y/N."

His eyes softened as he continued a little quieter,

"A very thoughtful gift. I am incredibly thankful."

Reaching down, he pulled out the book and pursed his lips into a thin line, unable to contain his excitement as he then asked,

"How did you find this? Do you know how rare these are?"

Y/N gave a relieved sigh before laugh lightly,

"Incredibly rare. It's uh," She scratched her cheek as she looked of to the side, her cheeks tinted pink. "It was mine. I have number 4 and 5, and who better to give the signed edition to but Sora's biggest fan?"

Law clutched the book to his chest again, his inner child literally screaming and running around in his head at her words.

"... What did I do to deserve such kindness?"

Turning her eyes back to him, she gave him a wide, genuine grin as she cheekily replied,

"You may not like your birthday, but I like your birthday... and I think that's reason enough to celebrate."

Smiling back at her, he placed the book down on his desk and rose from his chair, moving around his desk and gently grasping her hands, pulling her from her own chair and into his arms tightly.

The two were silent for a while, her head on his chest and arms around his waist as his arms cradled her to him, his cheek resting on the top of her head comfortably. After a few moments, Laws voice suddenly rumbled out softly,

"... I think I can deal with that."

Y/N chuckled into his chest, the sound and feeling causing his heart to dance in his ribs like a wild drum.

"For the rest of your life?"

Law laughed slightly, grinning into his hair as he replied,

"I, at the very least, think I could handle another year with you."

Y/N was silent for a moment, simply squeezing him lovingly before she finally murmured out,

"... Happy birthday, Law."

[j4mezzz]

Just wanted to share my little moment from Warrens stream :3

[dee-writes-smut]

WHAT SHOULD’VE BEEN YOU

FEATURING husband!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

CONTENT WARNING mentions of infertility, mentions of miscarriages, loads of angst, sadness, reader blames herself a lot, Joyce had a kid before Jonathan

SUMMARY The day your future felt apart, and then the days after.

AUTHORS NOTE This is literally so sad, but I felt as a reader and writer this topic isn't brought up enough. Infertility and miscarriages happen a lot more than people think and I am hoping that I did those women's experiences justice in this piece. Sorry in advance if you cry.

TAGLIST @livsters

That was it. Your doctor had given the answer and there was nothing you could do to change it. Infertile. No kids. Ever. When you and Steve had started trying, you were beyond optimistic, excited even, to begin the journey of parenthood together, but when those positive tests kept ending in early miscarriages. You began to worry. The two of you had imagined a big family together since you started dating senior year of high school.

Obviously the other world underneath Hawkins put a hold on your plans, but you had gotten there none the less. It was all for nothing because your body was incapable of growing a child. You felt inadequate and without purpose. The doctor, Claire, said something about Thrombophilia, but you were too gone at that point to listen. Everything was coming through as static, the shock was the only thing keeping you from fainting.

A child, no, a pack of children was Steve's dream, kids of his own to love and hold, and you took that away from him. You could barely stand to look at yourself, muttering a polite goodbye to your doctor before getting in the car with your husband. The car ride home was in deafening silence, his hand holding yours as you stared out the window and cried silently to yourself. One thing you had never anticipated was the utter grief you felt, it was like you had lost a loved one, and you had in a sense.

"Honey?" Steve asked softly, his voice shaky with unshed tears. "We're home." You nodded as he put the car in park and rushed to your side of the car, helping you out. As soon as you were standing, you collapsed in his arms, holding him tight while you wailed. Crying, heaving, mourning the loss of motherhood. A chance to love something that was part of you and part the man you loved more than anything cut deep. Steve just held you close, suffocating close, crying into your hair while you sobbed into his chest. Together you shared a vulnerable moment in the driveway of your one story home, causing your neighbors distress at witnessing the heart wrenching situation. At some point, the two of you made it inside your home, Steve leading you straight to bed before leaving you to grab some water and crackers. "Here, lovie, you need to eat." You said nothing, but appeased him so he would lie down. The two of you stayed wrapped together for the rest of the night and day, the aching pain in your chest never seemed to lessen though. If anything, it grew worse, until it felt almost like your body was physically aching.

One Week Later

You had spoken a total of three sentences since returning from your visit with the doctor a week ago and you knew Steve was beginning to worry. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't find it inside yourself to feel. You were numb. Broken. The gang had stopped by in turns, checking in on you, making sure you were okay. Of course you weren't, but they tried. Dustin came by at least twice a day to try and make you laugh, Nancy brought you and Steve a casserole on Wednesday, and Eddie, Robin, Max, and Lucas sat around your bed were you laid curled up in a ball and just talked. Their presence was nice, comforting, but it never lasted long. The pain would be back and you would return to your ball of self directed hatred.

"How are you doing today, honey?" Steve asked gently as he walked in the room. He had left for work hours ago, and had just returned from finishing his shift.

"You should just go." You whimpered quietly. Too quiet.

"What?" Steve said, confused.

"Leave. I can't give you what you've wanted your whole life. I ruined our future." You answered with more vigor than you had in days, but your voice still shook with the need to cry.

"Are you serious?" Steve harshly questioned, unbelieving of what you just said.

"Just go, Steve." You sighed, grabbing a pillow from his side of the bed to clutch to your chest in hopes it would soothe the ache. He said nothing, just left the room, and you suddenly found the strength to cry again. Letting tears once more stream down your cheeks as you experienced the most indescribable pain of your life. You could hear Steve talking over the phone in the next room, but you were too tired to do anything except fall into a restless sleep.

----

"Sweetheart?" A kind voice spoke nearby, alerting you from your sleep. "Hello there," Joyce smiled, gently brushing your damp cheeks. "I'd ask how you were doing, but I know first hand how much that sucks." You thought she was talking about when Will disappeared, but you couldn't have been more far off. "My first child was supposed to be a girl. I was going to name her Josephine. Jo for short. She died at six months and I carry that burden with me everyday. I know what you're going through doesn't even hold a candle to what happened to me. I could never imagine-" Joyce shook her head, offering you an apologetic smile before continuing. "Doesn't matter. What I'm trying to say is that you don't have to give up because of this. You are stronger than what is happening to you. You will survive, and come out stronger in spite of it." Joyce spoke with such optimism that you started to believe her. For the first day since you found out that you couldn't carry a child to term, you felt there would be light at the end of this dark suffocating tunnel.

"Does it ever get any better?"

"The ache?" She asked, knowingly. You nodded. "Yes, but it never goes away. You just have to recognize it's there and use the pain to keep pushing forward."

"Thank you." you sighed, feeling lighter than you had in days.

"Of course." Joyce smiled, pulling you into a tight hug before stepping out.

"Steve?" You called, and he came scrambling in, a hesitant look on his face. "I'm sorry. I love you and I never want you to go. I'm just scared."

"Hey," Steve sighed, sitting next to you on the bed and holding your face in his hands. "I know you're scared. So am I. But you have to know that I am not going anywhere. Got it? And you are everything I ever wanted. Kids or no kids, it's you I want. I love you, honey, and we are going to get through this together." When his forehead met yours, you couldn't resist pressing your lips to his in an emotional kiss. While your tongues tangled together, you poured every emotion you had been feeling the last few days into showing your husband how much you truly loved him. How you couldn't bear to be without him. If he was content having only you as his future, then you were perfectly content in having him as yours.

[souyasbabyy]

"why do you love me?" you ask, innocently looking up at him while his finger were drawing circles on your shoulder. his eyes look into yours, not getting why you were asking a question like this in this moment "i don't know, i never asked myself, i just do" you smile, thinking before asking "but why did you fell in love with me? like the main reason?" taiju frowns, sitting up a bit "why are you asking me that?" you shrug "i'm just curious" you say before kissing the corner of his lips. "i don't know, i just did" he says. you look at him suspiciously "you're lying" you chuckle "no" he click his tongue, shoving your face back into his shoulder. the truth was that you learned him how to love. he did not know how to love before you. you were kind and loving to him and he trully felt loved and understood when he was with you. he thought he was being vulnerable at first and in a way he is when he is with you, he always said you were his one and only weakness. but he really just fell in love with you and who you are like he never ever loved anyone in the past. but taiju is not good with words, so instead of saying all that, he put his arm around you, holding you close to him, his hand caressing the skin of your back, kissing your fingers from the hand he was holding "i just love you, that's all" he says, his cheek resting on top of your head.

[mysterioushistorian]

The king himself

[qcomicsy]

I love you jay

[songbird-and-her-fos]

Things about Jason and the Friday the 13th movies that make me go absolutely feral

-that scene in the third movie where Jason carries that one dead lady bridal style

-the sounds Jason makes while rolling around on the floor with the final girl in Part 4

-the scene where Jason more or less accidentally rips that one guy's arm off to get his machete and then looks at the arm with visible confusion in Part 6

-every time Jason does the confused head-tilt

-this scene

-Jason's smile in the nightmare at the end of Part 3

[bowyooo]

god i love kim kitsuragi so much

i knew that he's a good character before even starting to play, but i didn't know anything specific about him

he initially was presented as cold and unemotional detective who's focused on getting the job done. but god. when we went to check the footprints on the scene, early in the game, and he guessed that unevenly worn out pair of boots could belong to the drummer, i've just LOST IT. i literally SCREECHED IN EXCITEMENT, i was like a damn Sauron screaming I SEE YOU. i guessed what you are from this exact second, dearest partner, and i guessed a 100% correct.

one of the main things that i like about kim is that he's actually not that far from harry in being a weirdo. he just has a completely different expression, and also he's way better in keeping a face. the latter is kinda sorta a defensive mechanism, i think, at least to some degree. love this in him

[porcalinecunt]

car sex with 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 is a personal treat of his.

he couldn’t wait any longer to make it home, so he had to pull over somewhere and pull you onto his lap. lifting up your already short dress for easy access to your sweet cunt.

don’t expect him to go nice on you. slamming you down on his cock while stuffing his tongue into your mouth to muffle out any noise you make. ending with him stuffing your cunny full of his seed, not allowing a single drop leak out.

“hold still f’me, will ya? maybe i’ll give you more.”

[talion-graves]

Yes, even I am looking disrespectfully. Talion has no business looking this good in low blue lighting with some shadows. 

[sanxkei]

I was totally not hornee when I drew this. Just a sketch first.

[kuroosdarling]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE <33

[dee-writes-smut]

THE BET

FEATURING Steve Harrington x fem!chubby!reader

CONTENT WARNING Steve falling in love with a literal stranger, reader is a bookworm, fluff, love-sick idiot, Robin (because she is a warning)

SUMMARY Who knew strangers could be so unforgettable

AUTHORS NOTE As promised, here is another fic! I thought this idea was really cute, so I just had to write it. Also, I based the reader off of how I see myself, so if any of you were wondering what I look like, this is pretty accurate in my opinion. Let me know if you would like to see a part two of their date!

Taglist @livsters

You were a stranger. An absolute nobody. Someone Steve had never seen before in his life, and yet when he ran into you haphazardly while rushing towards his car parked near the arcade from family video, he couldn’t help but melt. Steve didn't know if it was the way you let out a dramatic gasp when you ran into his large chest, falling onto the concrete and releasing the papers in your arms, or if it was the sound of your lower, but strong womanly voice as you apologized that sent butterflies tumbling through his stomach. He didn't even know your name and you already had him ready to swoon.

"I am so sorry!" You gasped, rushing to your feet and running after the fly away pages you were holding.

"No, it's my fault, I wasn't paying attention and-" Steve stopped himself from blabbing, frantically chasing after fly away papers in the street, scooping them up in his arms and handing them over to you. You took them from him, a grateful smile on your face as you tucked them into the crook of your arm before bending down to grab the small notebook you had also dropped during your collision. Meanwhile, Steve took the opportunity to really take you in. You were on the larger side, as far as he could tell. The hoodie you were wearing was obstructing his view from your stomach, but he could see that you were probably a C in bra size, your shoulders were broad and slightly masculine, and your legs--oh your legs. The light-washed boot-cut jeans you were wearing were displaying your deliciously thick thighs and beautifully sculpted calves and Steve literally started salivating at the sight. Damn. As you stood back up, he noticed that you were average height, most likely 5'5 (165.1 cm). You weren't what Steve was usually attracted to; pin-up stick thin girls with blonde hair- no you were different. First of all, you were a brunette, as far as Steve could tell, and you were larger, more pudgy in the face than any other girl he had ever set his sights on, but Steve couldn't help himself. You looked like a goddess in his eyes, absolutely perfect. When your almost clear blue eyes met his, framed by large black glasses that only complimented your complection, he noticed the natural rosy tint to your chubby cheeks and the dirty blonde color of your eyebrows. So, you weren't a natural brunette, interesting. Steve would bet money that you looked beautiful both ways, and he had full confidence that he would win.

"Thanks for the help, and sorry again for, y'know, bumping into you." You smiled kindly, clutching the large stack of unorganized, messy papers to your chest.

"No problem and seriously, it was my fault, I shouldn't have been running without looking where I was going and-" Steve cut himself on when he heard you snort softly under your breath, eyes lit with humor. He literally felt his heart melt in his chest. God, what he would do to see you again.

"Steve! Did you not hear me the first time?! CODE ORANGE! I repeat! We have a CODE ORANGE!" Dustin's high pitched voice yelled through the walkie talkie and Steve had never wished more for a child to be dead than in that moment.

"I think you should get that." You chuckled, "Thank you again." Was all you said before walking away, taking a piece of Steve's heart with you. Steve groaned, wishing he could see you again, to ask you what all those papers were for, but you were gone, and he was more likely to marry Jonathan Byers than to see you again. Letting out a sigh, he tried to shake himself free of the disappointment of your exit before answering Dustin, rushing once again to his car.

3 Months Later

Steve couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you again. Over 3 months since he ran into you, and here you were, nestled in the most secluded part of the Hawkins Library, reading from your small notebook and scribbling away at the small paper before turning in your seat to start typing away at the typewriter propped up on the table. Just the sight of you made him breathless, wearing a pair of black leggings and a large graphic t-shirt with the words 'Yeah... No' scrawled across the front.

"Steve!" Nancy whisper-shouted from his side. "You wanted to come with me and Robin, but if you aren't going to take this seriously, I'll sentence you back to babysitting."

"Sorry, it's just-" Steve stopped himself, not wanting to share his crush with Nancy of all people. Robin already knew, since he couldn't shut up about you ever since running into you outside his workplace. She teased Steve about his silly attraction to the girl, but Robin was secretly cheering for him, happy he finally found someone he might find his purpose in.

"It's just what?" Nancy asked, sounding slightly irritated, throwing Steve off. He wasn't thinking when he almost blurted out that the girl he ran into and had a massive crush on was inside the library. Steve wasn't sure if telling an ex that he had once loved that a girl he found insanely hot was weird or not. He didn't want to make anything awkward so he just waved her off.

"Nothing." He shook his head, watching as Nancy rolled her eyes at him playfully before walking off toward the newspaper section of the library.

"What's got your panties all bunched up, dingus?" Robin chuckled elbowing him in the side. "Is it the environment? Too much knowledge, your little brain is hurting." She laughed, clearly enjoying herself.

"Whatever." Steve muttered, annoyed.

"Okay, but seriously though, what has you going all gawky McGee over here?" Robin interrogated, narrowing her eyebrows at him.

"You know that girl I ran into a while ago?" Steve whispered, trying to avoid Nancy overhearing their conversation.

"No, you've only talked about her everyday for three months." Robin sassed, rolling her eyes. "What about her?"

"She's here."

"Like, here here?" Robin asked, shocked.

"Yeah, she's over at one of the tables in the corner, messy space." Steve informed, keeping his back to you as Robin inspected you from over his shoulder.

"Huh."

"What does 'huh' mean?" Steve nervously asks, uncharacteristically picking at his nails.

"Wow. Don't even know her name and you're already whipped." Robin laughed. "Huh, meant that she isn't what you usually go for."

"I know, but there is something about her." Steve trailed off, not quite sure about his infatuation with you either.

"Oh! I have a great idea!"

"Oh god, no." Steve groaned, Robin's 'great ideas' always ended with him either getting his ass kicked, or him getting extremely embarrassed.

"I am going to make you a bet." She smirked mischivously, "If you lose, you have to go ask her out, if I lose, you can pick my punishment."

"Okay," Steve reluctantly agreed. "What is the bet?"

"I bet that she is in college for," Robin trailed off as she studied you, "oh, I know! She's an education major!" Robin smiles proudly, looking at Steve cocky in her answer.

"Ok, so if she is literally any other major, I win?"

"Fairs, fair."

"Alright." Steve agrees reluctantly, and Robin smirks before taking off in your direction. That's when he truly regrets his decision. You were enthralled in what you were doing, fully focused on what you were doing, and completely unaware of the excited girl gunning it in your direction.

"Hello!" She shouts, a little too loud, startling you.

"Uh, hi?" You respond reluctantly and Steve groans inwardly. Really Robin?

"You see that hot guy over there?" The unknown woman asks you and you shoot her a weird look.

"The one with too much hair gel?" You ask, glancing over at Steve who immediately blushes, looking down at his feet. Robin busts out laughing at your comment.

"Dingus does put too much in doesn't he?" She asks, more to herself. "Anyway, we have a little bet running and if I win he has to ask you out." She explains and you get more and more confused. Sure, the guy was cute, and you remembered bumping into him when leaving the arcade one night, but you never expected anyone, especially a guy that hot, to be into you.

"What's the bet?" You ask, curious.

"What is your major?" The woman asks, bouncing in her place with excitement that you were playing along. "I'm an education major, I want to teach fourth graders." You immediately respond, feeling oddly at ease around this mystery girl.

"Yes!" Robin cheers, fist bumping the air. "Please hold..?" She trails off her request, awaiting you to answer with your name.

"Oh, Y/N." You respond, blushing at your late reply.

"Please hold, Y/N." and like a woman on a mission, the girl walks off back towards her friend.

"Guess who's getting their hot date with mystery girl," Robin taunts, sing-songingly. Steve sighs, embarrassed. "Get over there, lover boy, a bet is a bet." With that, Steve is nervously approaching your table, inching towards your busy figure.

"Um, Hi." He says awkwardly, getting your attention.

"Oh, hello." You blush upon seeing his arrival. That girl won her bet it seems.

"My name is Steve." He nervously says. Steve has been out of practice for way too long. "I'm Y/N." You chuckle, and Steve can feel his heart start to race in his chest.

"I bet my friend over there," he says honestly, pointing at Robin who waves at you, "bet me that you were an education major and you obviously are, so, basically, what I'm trying to say here is, will you go out on a date with me Y/N?" Steve stutters, bracing himself for rejection.

"Sure." You gently smile, but inside you're screaming. A guy has never asked you out before. This is wildly new to you, but it's exciting.

"Really?" Steve asks, disbelieving.

"Really." You monotone.

"Wow, great! Wow. What time should I get you?"

"How about I give you my number and you can call and tell me a day and time you're free and I will let you know if I can make it?" You ask, already ripping a small page from your equally small notebook Steve saw you clutching for dear life when he bumped into you. It must be important to you. You wrote down the number to your landline while Steve stood there awestruck at your answer. "Here. Call me." You smile warmly and Steve takes the page carefully before saying that he would see you soon and walking away. Clutching the tiny paper to his chest and secretly thanking Robin for making a stupid bet.