One day there was an anonymous present sitting on my doorstep—Volume One of Capital by Karl Marx, in a brown paper bag. A joke? Serious? And who had sent it? I never found out. Late that night, naked in bed, I leafed through it. The beginning was impenetrable, I couldn’t understand it, but when I came to the part about the lives of the workers—the coal miners, the child laborers—I could feel myself suddenly breathing more slowly. How angry he was. Page after page. Then I turned back to an earlier section, and I came to a phrase that I’d heard before, a strange, upsetting, sort of ugly phrase: this was the section on “commodity fetishism,” “the fetishism of commodities.” I wanted to understand that weird-sounding phrase, but I could tell that, to understand it, your whole life would probably have to change. His explanation was very elusive. He used the example that people say, “Twenty yards of linen are worth two pounds.” People say that about every thing that it has a certain value. This is worth that. This coat, this sweater, this cup of coffee: each thing worth some quantity of money, or some number of other things—one coat, worth three sweaters, or so much money—as if that coat, suddenly appearing on the earth, contained somewhere inside itself an amount of value, like an inner soul, as if the coat were a fetish, a physical object that contains a living spirit. But what really determines the value of a coat? The coat’s price comes from its history, the history of all the people involved in making it and selling it and all the particular relationships they had. And if we buy the coat, we, too, form relationships with all those people, and yet we hide those relationships from our own awareness by pretending we live in a world where coats have no history but just fall down from heaven with prices marked inside. “I like this coat,” we say, “It’s not expensive,” as if that were a fact about the coat and not the end of a story about all the people who made it and sold it, “I like the pictures in this magazine.”A naked woman leans over a fence. A man buys a magazine and stares at her picture. The destinies of these two are linked. The man has paid the woman to take off her clothes, to lean over the fence. The photograph contains its history—the moment the woman unbuttoned her shirt, how she felt, what the photographer said. The price of the magazine is a code that describes the relationships between all these people—the woman, the man, the publisher, the photographer—who commanded, who obeyed. The cup of coffee contains the history of the peasants who picked the beans, how some of them fainted in the heat of the sun, some were beaten, some were kicked.For two days I could see the fetishism of commodities everywhere around me. It was a strange feeling. Then on the third day I lost it, it was gone, I couldn’t see it anymore.
Wallace Shawn, The Fever
(To understand it, your whole life would probably have to change.)
A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes
Pairings: Bucky X Reader
Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to?
Warnings: Fluff overload
Word count: 3745
It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.
You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.
request - bruh ok first of all i love your writing second of all after reading the ‘fighting with peter would include’ thing i am desperate for some sub!peter holy shit please fulfill my sinful needs, loveeeee you!
a/n - shoutout to that anon, this one’s for you boo. don’t forge to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
The clock had chimed half past 2 in the afternoon as Peter and I were sitting together at the small dining table just across from his living room. Our schoolwork was spilled out in front of us, with our pencils tied to our hands. We were reviewing for an upcoming test in math, a subject that we both dreaded with everything we have.
“Wait, what’s the answer to number four again?” Peter asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“56.” I told him, tapping my pencil in the textbook. “It shows why right here.”
Peter groaned and leaned his back into the chair, hanging his head as he lost his motivation to continue studying. As much as I wanted to ditch this and go up to the city for the day, we both were really not trying to sacrifice our grades. We really are nerds like that.
“(Y/N), I can’t do this anymore.” He complained, sliding his notebook onto the table.
“You think I want to be studying right now, Peter?” I cocked my eyebrow, turning my head to look at him.
“It really does look like you want to, by the looks of it.” He remarked. Oh. So he has an attitude now?
“Excuse me?” I retorted, this time putting my notebook on the table. “Just study, Peter. It’s not that hard.”
Summary: When movie night features horror, your least favourite genre, it leads to a discovery about Bucky’s feelings.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3,576
Warnings: mentions of horror movies (no spoilers or explicit details!) , an annoying armrest, being close to Bucky Barnes
A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @just-some-drabbles Rom-Com Challenge! Thanks for letting me participate, congratulations on 4k 💛
My prompt was “I think you already know.” Honestly I have no idea how it got to be so long, but the more Bucky the better, right? I hope you enjoy :)
"Mm,” you hummed.
"Is that a yes?”
Your fingers froze over the battery you were repairing down in Tony’s lab. The wires inside of it were communicating by sparks happily, unlike the nerves in your brain.
A yes to what? Better find out. Better pretend like you know. Better not let Wanda know you had no clue what day it was, never mind the meaning behind her question.
BTS Reaction: Wanting cuddles from you after a long day (request)
You were close to a deep sleep when Jin practically busted in through the door.
He took his sweater and shirt off and threw it on the floor as he made his way to the bathroom. Thinking you were asleep, he turned on all the lights in the bathroom, took a shower and loudly brushed his teeth.
He then came out of the bathroom “Y/n… Jagi, you still asleep?”
“Yes.” you groaned, rolling on to your back. “Someone was at war with their teeth in the very bright bathroom so it woke me up.”
“Sorry jagi. I was just frustrated.” he explained as he slid up next to you.
“Just got a lot of shit from everyone today.” he huffed.
“Sorry to hear that. Wanna to talk about it? I’m awake now.” you said with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, but can you cuddle me too? I really just want cuddles right now.” he said nestling up to you.
You were up late, cozy on the couch and catching up with your new favorite drama as you waited for Suga.
You were well into the episode when your tired looking boyfriend walked through the door.
“Hi babe!” you smiled
He dragged himself over to you, not an expression on his face. He stopped right in front of you, blocking the tv.
“Babe, move. I can’t see the tv.”
Without a word he took the remote out of your hand, threw the blanket off you and dropped himself in your arms.
“Aw, babe, you tired?” you cooed.
He didn’t answer, he just rested his head on your chest and placed his feet over yours.
You knew the drill. You threw the blanket over the both of you and began running your fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Your heart warmed when you saw a slight smile on his face.
“I love you.” he said in a low groan.
“I love you too.” you said softly as you kissed the top of his head.
Despite his words, you stayed up til the late hours of the night until he came home. It wasn’t until 2 am that he finally came back.
“Babe, I told you to not wait up for me.” was the first thing he said when he came through the door and found you on tumblr.
“I know, but just because you are my talents and handsome boyfriend, that doesn’t mean you tell me what to do.”
He came up to you, leaned down, and kissed you. “I’m going to shower” *kiss* “then wash up” *kiss* “and I expect you to be waiting for me in bed because I just had a bad day and I really need your cuddles.”
You cupped his face, seeing all the tired in his eyes. “Aww, baby, I’m sorry you had a bad day, go wash up, don’t worry I’ll be waiting for you.”
You were a bit annoyed by his extra long shower, but at least he looked a bit more relaxed when he stepped out. He made his way next to you, letting you wrap yourself around him.
“So what happened today?” you asked as you began to play with his hair.
“Agh, you know, I accidentally broke an important prop and it set back recording and I got yelled at alot…I just feel like shit.”
“Don’t think about it anymore.” you said softly as you kissed his temple. “Tomorrow is a new day so just forget about how today went”
You traced his jaw and he smiled at the small tickle causing you to poke at his dimples.
“Well, your cuddles are really helping me forget.”
You were in the kitchen late at night, getting your lunch ready for tomorrow. You heard the door open and the familiar rhythm of Hoseok’s bags being dropped by the door.
Without looking up you called out, “Hi Hobi! Finally you are back!”
You heard his steps come into the kitchen and before you knew it, he was hugging you from behind.
“How was your day?” you asked cheerfully.
You didn’t get an answer out of him. Instead, you heard sniffles and felt droplets land on your shoulder.
You looked up and him and saw him crying. Immediately you dropped everything and cupped his face, wiping his tears away. “Baby, what happened?”
He shook his head at you. “I had a really really long day.” he whimpered.
You threw your arms around him and held him tight. “Why don’t we go to bed and watch tv and unwind and just talk about your day?”
He shook his head again. “Cuddle me?” his voice cracked
“Of course.” you cooed. you grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
“A-and can you massage the sides of m-my head like you always do?”
“Yes baby.” you smiled.
You lay in bed, a bit upset that your boyfriend becuse he wasn’t home when he said he was going to be. You hated to do what you were about to do, but you just wanted to know where he was.With much hesitancy, you gave him a call, scared that you were interrupting their late practice or recording.
After a few dial tones, he picked up. ”Yeah?” He was really tired it was obvious in his voice.
“Hi baby.” you said in an innocent tone
“I was just… wondering when you would be getting home… that’s all.”
“I’m in the elevator… I just started walking down the hall” he said in a huff
“Oh let me get the door!”
“Nah, just stay where you are, I’m already going to open the door.”
He hung up the phone and you soon heard the front door open. You sat up in bed, ready to finally talk to him.
He walked into the room as tired as ever. He couldn’t even put a small smile on his face when he saw you. He crawled into bed, coming right up to you ans putting his head on your lap. “Hi Jagi.” he sighed.
“Taetae, are you tired?”
“Yeah… Long day…” he said with this eyes closed
He looked so cute, his tired face just resting on your lap in peace.
You lightly traced your fingers over his features and ran your fingers through his hair.
“Hmmmmmm” he hummed with a smile. “…Babe?”
He opened his eyes and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes. “Cuddle me? Please?”
He lay down on his side of the bed, you coming up behind him and wrapping your arms and legs around him.
“Tighter?” he asked when he turned around to face you.
You did so, smiling to yourself when he dug his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around you.
You had just washed up when you heard Jimin drop his things by the door.
“Chimchim!: you greeted as you walked up to him and hugged him.
“Hey jagi” he said in a tired voice. He held you loosely and gave you a sad excuse of a kiss.
“Aw, you barely kissed me.” you pouted. “Jimin are you that tired today? You look like a zombie.”
“Y-yeah.” his voice cracked.
“Jimin, what’s wrong?”
“Long day.” he mumbled as he slid his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Yeah? Wannna talk about it?”
He shook his head. “Can we- can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked softly.
“Sure baby.” you hugged him tighter and rubbed his back, hearing him sigh from time to time.
You were up late working on the extra things you didn’t have time to finish in the office. Eventually you finished and you finally noticed the time. “Oh my goodness, 2 am?!?”
Sure it was late, but you weren’t that tired, plus, Jungkook was going to be home any minute.. Like clock work, you heard the front door open and soon he walked into the room.
He saw you, but he didn’t say hi. Instead he just pulled off his shirt, slid down his pants and he jumped into bed.
That was unlike him, he always made it a point to talk to you a bit before he fell asleep.
You didn’t think anything of it, you washed up and then got into bed with him.
He wasn’t asleep but he didn’t crawl up next to you like he always does.
“Kookie, what’s wrong? Why are you so quiet?”
He just shook his head at you.
“Are you mad at me?” you asked hesitantly
For the first time, he looked at you, lazily propping himself up on his elbow, exposing his already messy hair. “What?!? No! It’s just-” he stopped himself, shaking his head again.
“Did you have a long day? A bad day?”
“Yeah,” he sighed.
“My Jungkookie need cuddles!” you declared. You immediately hugged him and peppered his face with kisses.
Instantly you could feel his tension disappear and he even giggled at your kisses. “Aish, you know just how to make me feel better!”
i had a dream last night that be more chill came back but they couldn’t find a creeps sweater so they contacted me for mine n i said fine but you gotta let me see the show so they flew me out to new jersey and i had to do a sketchy trade of the shirt for tickets in a back alley with jake boyd
“Why me?” you thought drowning in the pool of your own
blood. You shouldn’t have even been here. You came because he asked. But of
course, you would come for him. And now… You watched the light flicker above
you, it became dimmer and dimmer. Is this finally it? Your last moments? You
never imagined you will go out like this. You closed your eyes. You didn’t want
to leave. Not yet. You mustered all your strength and opened them again. This
time it was even darker but it wasn’t because of you. There was a man hovering
above you, blocking the light.
“This one is still alive,” somebody said.
“Is that so?” the man asked, leaning in closer. You tried
your best to remember his features but everything that go stuck in your head
was his eyes. They were like a cat’s. Soft but deadly at the same time. He
examined you for a few moments.
“With a wound like this, I don’t think she will make it.
It’s strange that she’s not dead already,” he said standing up straight and
checking his watch. “Is she the only one?”
Even if you were, you
wanted him to know that you’re alive. That you don’t want to give up. That you
want to live. If you could just prove that to him somehow. Maybe if you reach
You slowly moved one of your hands from the wound and biting
down on your lip to stop your screams, grabbed the hem of his pants. He
immediately looked down.
“Oho! We have a fighter!” he crouched down again. He took
your hand that was holding him and checked your pulse. He set it back down on
your wound, showing you to keep pressure on it before gently lifting you up. “So,
tell me sweetheart, how badly do you want this?”
“i really love Spider-Man. I feel like I shouldn’t, but i do.”
“Jen, I have a Spider-Man shower curtain. If you’re looking for someone to shame you for loving Peter Parker, it’s certainly not gonna come from me.”
-me to my best friend about our mutual love for Spidey.
Here’s my first time posting a Peter Parker reader insert on tumblr. I’m supposed to be working on requests for DeviantArt but ssssh, I’ll get to it later. I just wanna indulge in Peter Parker for a little while longer 💕
Today had been awful for you, and you needed your daily dose of Peter cuddles in order to make it to the weekend.
“Ugh, fuck Tuesdays, honestly.”
Because 99% of the teachers in Midtown High were out to get you, you had to deal with pop quizzes for half of your classes and you had been called on numerous times to answer questions you didn’t even know the answers to.
It felt like you had been made into a complete laughingstock throughout the day, and you were honestly exhausted.
There was no way you were going home after this shitty day.
Earlier, you had texted your parents, letting them know that you planned to stay the night at Peter’s place, and you were super grateful that they let you go without a single complaint.
You knew that they would let you spend the night at his house because he was basically your best friend in the whole world. Ignoring the fact that you had feelings for him, you were okay with being his best friend and did your best to support him when he DID have crushes. (Damn you Liz Allan for winning Peter’s affections just from existing!)
Letting out a sigh of relief when you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex, you walk up the creaky steps and greeted the neighbors that passed by with a smile on your face.
Arriving at Peter’s apartment, you knock on the door and wait a few beats, hoping that Aunt May wouldn’t mind you spending the night. After waiting a few minutes, you hear the lock unlatch before revealing a cheerful woman as she greeted you with a wide smile. “[Name], it’s good to see you! Unfortunately, Peter will be working a bit late and won’t be home until much later.”
“That’s fine! I’m used to his crazy schedule, anyways.” You step into the apartment and detect the scent of cinnamon and apples in the air, “Ohh, are you making something Aunt May?”
“I am. I wanted to treat Peter with his favorite apple pie since he’s been so good. Has he told you about the internship he got with Mr. Stark?”
You nod, “He has. But again, it comes as no surprise to me since he’s so smart. Do you mind if I help you?” You ask with a beaming smile on your face.
"Are you kidding me? I was counting on your help!”
You spend the next couple of hours baking with Aunt May. During that time, both of you shared embarrassing stories pertaining to Peter as you each got bits of sugar and flour in your hair from how much you were giggling.
It was nearing 10 in the evening when you and May finished baking the pie and had a quick dinner of meatballs and spaghetti. She saves a plate for Peter and places it in the fridge when you excused yourself.
"I think I’m gonna wait for Peter in his room.”
"That’s fine dear, but remember-”
”Yes, I’ll keep the door open. Jeez, I keep telling you there’s nothing to worry about since Peter only sees me as like, his sister. Goodnight May!”
The older woman laughs and responds with her own “Goodnight.” When she sees that you have disappeared into Peter’s room, she shakes her head, practically in disbelief at how oblivious you were when it came to her beloved nephew’s feelings for you.
You sigh and throw your schoolbag against the corner of Peter’s room. Scratching the back of your head, you quickly rummage through the drawers and found the sweater and pair of sweatpants you always wore when you spent the night. Holding his clothes close to your chest, you snuggle them for a few seconds before putting them on.
Of course the clothes were a little long on you, but you were too busy acknowledging the fact that you were surrounded with Peter’s comforting scent.
You really didn’t care how much his clothes dwarfed your form.
You breathe in deeply, smelling the faint scent of his cologne. With a dreamy smile on your face, you fall into Peter’s twin sized bed and curled up against his pillow, nuzzling its softness before shutting your eyes.
It was close to midnight when Peter finished his nightly patrol around the city. When he came home, he was greeted with the mouth watering scent of apple pie and spaghetti. Going into the kitchen, he sees the note that Aunt May left him:
Dinner is in the fridge, your favorite pie is on the counter ♡ ps- [name] is spending the night so please be quiet when you come home!
His appetite was long forgotten when he realized that –you– were here. With his heart hammering in anticipation, Peter tiptoes to his room and sees you curled up in his bed.
His heart melts at the sight of you, and he feels a strange type of possessiveness wash over him. You looked good in his clothes, and he would do anything to keep you by his side.
No other man would ever know the pleasure of you wearing their clothes.
Shrugging off his hoodie, he throws it to the side and gets on the bed with you, being careful with his movements so that you wouldn’t awaken. With an almost reverent touch, he runs the back of his hand against your cheek.
“You’re so beautiful. You’ll never know how much I want you to be mine…” his heart continued its rapid gallop, and he felt all of his hesitation disappear at the sight of your sleeping face. Taking advantage of the fact that you were unconscious, Peter leans in and presses a kiss against your lips.
"I love you.”
In your sleepy haze, you heard him and wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes just a tiny bit as a smirk adorned your features, “So you love me? I thought you had a thing for Liz.”
Peter stutters, feeling flustered at hearing your sleepy voice and looking at your features at such a close proximity. You prevent him from pulling away by kissing him again, effectively silencing his nervous rants when he kissed you back.
After a few minutes, you pull away and look into his sweet brown eyes, hearing him admit, “I only had a mild crush on Liz. You are the one I’ve always wanted.”
You giggle and kiss the bottom of his jaw. “Tell me, what made you finally admit your undying love for me? I… I honestly thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”
Peter chuckles before pulling you toward him in a warm hug, making you settle against his chest when he lays back. He kisses the top of your head, “It’s me who thought I wouldn’t have a chance with you because you’re too good for me. But to answer your question…”
Peter trails off and places his hand on the sweater your were currently wearing. Your breath hitches when he gently reaches in and touches your skin from beneath the fabric, “Seeing you wearing my clothes has always been a weakness of mine, and I couldn’t stand just having you as a friend anymore.”
You giggle and nuzzle Peter’s chest before leaning up to press a kiss against the base of his throat. “Then I should wear your sweaters more often.”
You woke up, wrapped in your favorite werewolf’s arms. Slowly, as to not wake him, you moved to face him. His snores were all that greeted you. Godric, sometimes you could swear that you felt the house shake.
You quietly enjoyed how calm Remus looked in his sleep. He wasn’t stressed or tired anymore. There was a hint of his mischievous youth that managed to pepper his features.
Still, this simple pleasure always had a short time frame. You nuzzled against him, noticing the small smile that he tried to suppress. With a grin you pressed kisses to the scar that ran across his lips.
He chuckled quietly, the arm he had around your waist pulled you closer. “That’s a lovely way to wake up,” he spoke, his voice thick with sleep.
“You have a lovely face to wake up to,” you shot back playfully. He ticked your sides, loving the sound of your laughter in the morning. “Stop it!” You giggled, pushing away from him.
You were struggling to catch your breath before he relented. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said before catching your lips in a quick kiss.
It was a quick compliance for you. The kiss was a slow burn that soon became a forest fire. It would have lasted for ages. That is if Remus’s stomach hadn’t growled loudly which caused you to pull away with laughter.
“Is that how you sweet talk me into making you breakfast?” You asked, amused.
“Depends. What are my chances of getting chocolate pancakes?”
“Dunno, you gotta make it worth my while.”
He thought for a second, “What if I promise to read you anything you wanted?”
“Seal the deal with a kiss, Lupin.”
He accepted the invitation happily. You moved away from him, attempting to start your mission of pancakes. He groaned in disappointment, torn between food and you.
“Take a shower, I’ll be done by the time you finished,” you promised, stretching.
“Are you sure? I can help you.”
“I can handle it. Enjoy your day off, love.”
You turned on your heel and made you way over to the kitchen. Flipping on the radio, you started to make breakfast. Every so often you would stop to have a little dance party. Soon there were two fresh stacks of chocolate pancakes on the counter.
“Those look delicious,” Remus said hugging you from behind.
“I think they’d taste better if you fed them to me,” he winked down at you, “Care to make that happen?”
You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, “Fine. Only because I think you’re kinda cute.”
He helped you sit on the counter, opening his mouth expectantly. You grabbed his plate and started to feed him. The feeling of forgetting something wouldn’t shake itself. It was important, it had to be. Nothing clicked until you looked into Remus’s eyes for a minute.
“It’s your birthday!” You looked at him shocked, “Why didn’t you tell me!”
He chuckled, “It wasn’t important.”
“Yes, it is,” you set his plate back on the counter, “It’s my favorite person’s day.” You hugged him close, kissing everywhere you could reach. “Happy birthday, Remus!”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.
You let him kiss him like you as much as he wanted. When he finally pulled away, you jumped off the counter. “I can’t believe I forgot,” you grabbed his hand and started leading the way, “I’ve prepared since last month! And the day of- I’m a sucky person.”
When you got to the bed room you dropped to your knees. “I, uh, sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?” You asked confused. It took a second to realize the situation. “Remus!” You hit his thigh, “I’m getting your gift.” A search under the bed later, you came back up with three packages.
“Thank you,” he smiled, sitting on the bed and pulling you onto his lap.
The first present had two sweaters, one was a complete new one and the other was the same one he had on sans the bleach stain you got on it. The next gift was books that he had all but drooled over the last time you had gone to the store. Finally, was the magical gift you had sent Sirius out for, you weren’t exactly sure what it did. All you knew is Sirius knew for certain Moony would love it.
“I love it all,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Honestly love, you didn’t have to do all this.”
“It’s nothing major,” you shrugged, “I wanted to make you happy. Sorry, I forgot.”
“And yet you still made my day perfect.”
“The day just started Remus.”
“And I know it will be great because you’re apart of it.”
Requested: ‘I HOPE YOU WRITE MORE FOR YOU NEVER KNOW I LOVEEEEEE IT’
‘please please please continue with You never know, i love ittt !!’
You had missed your first period and partly your second. You had walked over three miles to school; you had taken a significant amount of time as you could with every step. You needed to think about what had happened between you and Steve. How you hated yourself on the way you reacted towards him. You didn’t understand why you had run. It kept replaying in your head, everytime you shut your eyes to shake the thought of it; his sweet yet disappointed face was so vivid.
You dragged your feet when you entered the halls. Class was still in session for a good five more minutes; giving you a little bit more time to hate yourself. You let out a heavy sigh, resting your head against your locker. You couldn’t face Steve. You embarrassed more than yourself: he must have felt humiliated. You’ve had done enough damage for the day and it wasn’t even lunchtime. You were deep in your thoughts, you missed the bell ringing, that when you felt a hand being placed on your shoulder you had let out a shriek.
Your heart began racing, your heart in your throat; worrying that it was Steve and him wanting to talk about the incident. When you turned to face them, you let out a huge sigh of relief to see it was only Nancy and Jonathan before you. “Oh, thank God.” You murmured, placing a hand over your heart to calm it back down.
“Y/N, where have you been?” Nancy questioned, “You missed history and Spanish.” You shut your eyes, shaking your head a little. You let out a small laugh, turning to your locker to open it.
“About that,” You let out, grabbing your anatomy textbook, “I woke up late. My dad had already left for work so I had to walk.”
“Walk?” Jonathan asked, scratching his cheek as he was baffled at your statement, “Your house is six miles away from school.” You rubbed your nosed, trying to cover up the fact that you were nervous to tell them the truth.
“Do you think that coach will let me sit out during PE?” You played. You felt the slightest tug on the sweater you were wearing: Steve’s sweater. You didn’t turn around. Your nerves came back as your body had stiffened at the touch.
“This isn’t your sweater,” Nancy noted. She rubbed more of the sweater between her fingers.
“Good eyes, Nancy Drew,” You interjected, trying to play coy but would she buy it?
“It’s Steve’s.” She didn’t. You hid your head in your locker like an ostrich hiding their head in the dirt for when they nest.
Summary: Reader steals a sweater from her soft boyfriend Bucky and refuses to give it back so he takes matters into his own hand
You sat on the couch curled up with two toaster waffles and engulfed in your boyfriends sweater. Watching the Sunday cartoons that someone put on you were guessing Thor or Clint. Him being a super soldier was a great gift because all his clothes were huge and acted as a warm blanket at any time.
“y/n!” Bucky called from the bedroom.
“Yes?” You called not looking up from your breakfast.
“Have you seen my sweater?” You looked down and giggled.
“You aren’t wearing it?”
“Why would you say that?”
“I can see you, you know”
“What? No you can’t”
You giggled as you heard him groan and rummage through the closet. Nat who sat next to you giggled and elbowed you.
“you know thats his only sweater right?” she whispered
“oh i know hun, i hid his others” with that she lost it.
“y/n! where is my sweater!” Bucky yelled in frustration thought the compound. He was the only one not at breakfast and you quietly ate your cereal as you wore his sweater. Not the one he was looking for yesterday, a different one from your stash. He came out and ran a hand through his wet hair as he walked out. He saw you in one of his sweaters and glared at you and threatened to throw his phone at you.
“i don’t know dear…” you said as you turned around and faced him.
“Not that one too!” He groaned and grabbed the pot of coffee and rolled his eyes.
Bucky was fed up with you hoarding his sweaters. He found it cute especially when you gave them back and said something along the lines of “they don’t smell like you anymore”. Then a day or two later you would steal them again.
He walked into the training center to see you stretching in one of his sweaters.
“Y/N! your getting it all sweaty!” he groaned and picked you up to get your…his sweater back but you wiggled out of his grip and ran and hid under Sam who was doing pushups.
“Girl leave me out of this” He chuckled and helped you hide from Bucky.
Bucky was fed up. Sure it was cute, but he never had any sweaters. He grabbed all your sweaters and hid them. He grabbed a deep maroon one and zipped it one. It didn’t fit him and it was stretched out but that was the plan.
He walks out of the bedroom and goes to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee before going to go train. He knew all eyes were on him as he was wearing a red sweater that was WAY WAY too small for him.
A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back to writing again, and I’m sorry this is so short. I’m still working on requests and other imagines, but I wanted to put something up since it’s been a bit and honestly, I really missed writing. I love you all and thank you for all the amazing support :)
No warnings, Pure fluff
The frozen air from outside of your shared flat struck Newt as he climbed back up the ladder and out of his case. He cautiously stood back onto the wooden floorboards before clasping his beloved creatures’ home shut. He paused to crack his back and to unstiffen his joints, only to be greeted with the chilling air once more. A shiver rolled down his spine, and he began to walk towards the closet. Carefully, he sifted through his shirts, waistcoats, and a few of your own articles as well, and he stepped back baffled with a hand rustling through his hair.
He could have sworn his gray sweater had been hung after the last wash he finished, and he could have sworn that he hadn’t gone and left it anywhere. Rising out of his thoughts once more, he filtered through his clothes again, only to be met with the same disappointment. Newt rubbed the goosebumps on his arms as his hair started to stand on end from the frigid atmosphere. All he wanted was something a little warmer to wear as opposed to his regular button down, and his coat wouldn’t be as comfortable as the desired sweater. With a sigh, he exited the room and ambled down the wooden staircase to where he could hear you humming along to a soothing record.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he called your name out knowing you were in the room somewhere, “Y/n? Love, this is probably a strange question, but have you by chance seen my gray sweat-,”
Newt strode towards the kitchen, while talking to the floor, but when his eyes finally landed on you, he stopped as his breath was stolen right out of his lungs.
You were seated at the wooden table, the newspaper sprawled out and a blue mug perched in your gentle hands. Your hair wisped around your face as parts of it had slipped from the tied bun atop your head. With lips sipping on the contents of the mug, you peered up to glance at your boyfriend as his own eyes slipped down to the gray sweater you were wearing, which just so happened to be the same size and texture as the one he was looking for.
Newt smiled to himself in awe, as he had never seen anyone more beautiful. The sweater was obviously too large for your frame, as Newt was a giant compared to you, but that made you even more adorable. The way your eyes lit up in surprise at his unfinished question entranced him, and he let out a small laugh at your shocked state. His lips curled into a beaming grin as watched you set the mug back down softly upon the surface.
“I was um….borrowing it?” you phrased, as your intended statement came out as more of a confused question directed towards yourself. This earned you another laugh from Newt, as he began to cross his arms and lean against the door frame with a sweet smirk etched on his face.
“I’m sure you were darling,” he chuckled, “Why I’d say you’re as bad as the Niffler with this thievery.”
You gasped loudly and playfully before dramatically pressing a hand to your chest, “How dare you relate me to such a crime.”
You mocked being offended and Newt stepped towards you, grin still playfully on his face. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and you felt his short stubble gently tickle your face as well. Distracted by the kiss, you didn’t notice Newt start to wrap his arms around you and scoop you up off the chair you were sitting in. Still off guard, Newt took this as an advantage to pepper you with more kisses, bringing you both into euphoria. You wrapped your sweater-paw hands around him, giggling harder than before.
“Hmm I should be annoyed at you for stealing it, but I’ll let it slide since you’re just so adorably radiant in my clothes,” he murmured with his forehead pressed against your own.
He wasn’t lying, he thought you looked astounding, and you were extremely cozy and warm to the touch now, a feeling he was well aware of when he embraced you. Newt lovingly stared into your eyes before capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss and felt the butterflied in your stomach, as even after all this time with the man you loved, you still managed to feel as you did on your first date. His hand brushed a few strands of hair from your face, but he was careful not to let you slip onto the floor. He deepened the kiss more, allow the passion you two had towards one another to blossom like a tulip in spring. His earthy scent from hours working in the case before surrounded you, enveloping you two in your own private world of love and affection. Once the kiss broke, you kissed the top of his nose enchantingly, soft as a whisper in the summer breeze.
You looked into his breathtaking pelagic eyes as sorrow swirled in your own.
“I’m sorry Newt, I really am. I shouldn’t have taken it without you knowing. Here I can give it back,” you said while tugging on the sleeved a little more.
Newt cut of your actions with another peck to your rosy lips.
“Don’t worry about it darling. You can even keep it, it looks better on you anyways. But, on one minor condition though,” he proposed.
You responded with a quick kiss to his cheek as your chest rested against his, “And what’s that dear?”
“You come back upstairs to cuddle with me. You’re unusually cuddly and soft right now, and I could use someone to help warm me back up.”
You happily nodded, “Of course Newt. I wouldn’t be able to say no anyways, I love you too much.”
“And I love you by sweater-stealing darling.”
Newt’s grin grew as you then laid your head onto his chest, arms consumed by oversized sleeves still around his neck. He shifted his hold on you and carried you back upstairs to your bedroom so the two of you could enjoy one another’s warm comfort while the chilly air swiftly swirled around in the world outside.
so as soon as I started my job at a bra store i immediately noticed so many different types of boyfriends/husbands/partners that come in with their gf/alone and idk why but I couldn’t stop thinking about this
- He’s that one boyfriend who was literally 6′4 and his girlfriend wanted a bra that was on the very top, so when I went to get the stick that lets me get it down, he went “nah, it’s all good” and reached it easily. He also helped me put it back
- blushed the entire time he was in the store
- The one dude who came in and his eyes lit up when he saw the stationary we had. Spent the entire time looking at things and ended up buying a lotion for himself
- “why dont they make coconut lotion where I shop??”
- The dude who was helping his girlfriend pick out sweaters. When she tried something on he went, “oh no, thats way too big. You need a small. and maybe in red”
- Almost cared more than his girlfriend about style and shopping
- The one guy who came in and super sneakily checked out something for his wife while she wasn’t looking
- told me thank you like 7 times
- That one guy who always comes in and you know he’s a fuckboy. Backwards hat and a lil loud but when he waits in the fitting room for his gf he’s quiet and slightly red
- The one who looks aloof but perks up when he hears the deals we have
- “Did you hear? The bras are only $20 today. You should get some.”