Summary: You and Steve have a special kind of love. One that many may not understand. After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?
A/n: Saw This post and was inspired! If you would like to be tagged please let me know!
I want a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love.
You were a lucky girl, and everyone knew it. You had the perfect guy. You were the girl who had Steve Rogers. You had met Steve at the veteran’s hospital where you were volunteering. All the nurses immediately fawned over Steve each one trying to get the handsome super soldier’s attention. He only had eyes for you though.
While the rest of the girls were batting their eyelashes and tossing their hair, you were playing cards with a group of sergeants who fought in Vietnam. Your laughter caught Steve’s attention and he found himself drawn to the woman who could have cared less that he was in the room. To say the other girls were shocked when he asked to join your group, was an understatement.
Why the hell would Steve Rogers, a man who had the perfect super soldier body and handsome looks want anything to do with a woman who had more bumps and curves than any other woman in the whole hospital. At least that is how you saw yourself. You had wide hips and a tummy that was anything but flat, people would say her face is gorgeous, she would look amazing if she just lost some weight.
None of that mattered to Steve. All that mattered to him was the fact that you glanced up, gave him a smile, and turned your attention back to the three sergeants in front of you. After prying himself away from the numerous women around him, he asked if he could join your game. After two hours of cards, Steve had asked for your number and secured a date with you.
You were frankly in shock when he asked for your number. Glancing at Charlie, your favorite sergeant, he smiled at you encouragingly and gave you a wink. You gave Steve you number and a shy grin before telling the boys that you would see them next week and made your way home. You had no idea that he would actually call you, but he did.
WIP, shading coming soon! I just had to draw the new Symmetra Oasis skin! It’s just so pretty! I did have some *cough* ‘artistic freedom’ with the outfit as I couldn’t find a good reference for the back, and I just really wanted to draw her face and gorgeous gold eyes! I love teal so much…so so much, such a pretty colour xD Also sorry for the absence, life and uni got in the way. And I’ll be answering asks this week so if you wanna ask something hmu loves
That perfect moment. I can just feel it! My Valory Irene-visioned angel & me. Together on a deserted island. She’s just as busty & beautiful as she can be as I stare at her while she purifies her body in the waters of the sea. Her huge natural breasts clinging to her wet white-mesh top. Her thong bikini sweetening her sexy silhouette. My Valory Irene-visioned angel walks out of the waters towards me…all soaking wet. She takes off her white-mesh top setting her beautifully huge breasts free. We’d begun kissing each other under the trees thats shading us from the sun. Her breasts pressing firmly against me.
I looked into her beautiful eyes. Her face. Just as dreamy & gorgeous as Valory. Again we kiss. Our passions burning ever so wildly. She firmly takes off my swim trunks. I gently slipped her out of her thong bikini. I held my Valory-visioned angel’s sexy ass as she wrapped her legs around my body and held on to me. My penis lengthens. Hardens. And thickens under her vagina as we’re kissing passionately against the tree. She grabs my strengthened penis and slipped it deep inside her. The moment was perfect. It was just right. Together we made love. Over & over. Time after time. Never endless. Valory. Goddess of Beauty. My faith still runs strong in finding my angel. A BEAUTIFUL BUSTY soulmate just like you. 🙏👼
A/N: Another fluffy idea I got when my mood was shitty. I rewrote the
idea a little but the main story line is still there. Thank you!
”Look at Y/N, her hair looks so
pretty today, the waves just capture the gorgeous shape of her face.” Lydia beamed
as she watched you from the distance, talking to Scott about last week’s
pop-quiz. Allison snorted at her friend, put her books and folder back in the
locker and gave you a quick glance.
JD would probably call Veronica up out of the blue just to see her gorgeous face, and admire her. Veronica would just be there like, giggling, “You okay, babe? You aren’t saying anything except smiling.” Then he’d respond back with, “Yeah, I’m alright doll, just admiring what’s mine.” The both of them would be all lovey dovey, and JD would just tell Veronica how much she means to him because he’s just so in love.
Face claims are Heathers the Musical actors, Barrett Wilbert Weed and Dan Domenech.
Okay so this isn’t proofread (I can’t focus enough to read through it) but I really wanna know what you guys think I just don’t think I can write anymore right now. And since I haven’t posted much I feel bad just leaving it at one thing ^^;;…. Chapter 2 start of Save Me
She could feel his gaze as she maneuvered her way through
the ocean of people to the bar. It was like an itch that she couldn’t scratch,
a pressure against her ribs, a heat that made her skin tingle.
She looked past her shoulder. Joe was standing at the booth,
their mates on either side of him. His eyes almost glowing as he smiled. The
people around him seemed to move in slow motion. She watched, entranced, as he
licked his lips.
“That’ll be four quid.”
Y/N snapped her head forward to the bartender, cheeks
flushed. She quickly paid him and took her cup, the chill of the ice leaving
condensation on her fingers.
It had been six months since it started. Their weird tango.
It was an unspoken agreement, a pact. If they were lonely, they had each other.
If they needed to blow off steam, they had each other. If they simply wanted to
lose themselves for a time, they had each other.
No ties. No stress. All trust.
In the beginning, it was freeing. They could be with who
they wanted, and act however they pleased. There was never any pressure to be a
certain way or uphold a certain label. They were just… them. Two close friends
who knew each other in all aspects.
Then, everything shifted.
His touch brought warmth as well as a shiver. His words comforted
as they teased. His smile made her chest so tight, she felt it would burst.
Deep down, she knew it would happen. It had only been a
matter of time before her heart overtook her reason. But, now she feared it
being unrequited. Terrified of rejection. She never wanted it, whatever it was,
to end. And, she was so scared that it would.
Y/N felt a brush on her shoulder and warm breath down her
“Dance with me.”
She looked up to blue eyes, shining in the darkness of the
club. She took his hand.
The crowd passed around her like a blur as she focused in on
the man guiding her to the dancefloor. When he reached an opening, he faced
her, hands sliding down to her hips, pulling Y/N in. Her arms wrapped around
his neck as their bodies began swaying to the beat of the music.
Each bump of the bass matched the steady thrum of her own
heartbeat. It rattled through her as she pressed herself closer to Joe,
breathing in his scent. The dancers and chatter around them faded into white
She felt the tip of his nose press into her neck, warmth
rolling as he exhaled slowly. Y/N rolled her hips as the bass dropped. His grip
on her tightened. She shivered.
Flashes of memory of a similar dance shot through her as he
spun her around, her back flush to his chest.
Her front pressed
against the wall. His hands squeezing the back of her thighs. Her nails digging
into the paint. His teeth scraping down her throat.
She snapped back to the present when Joe kissed her
shoulder. Before Y/N could look at him, he dipped his head down to her ear.
“Come back with me?”
She fully faced him.
The Uber ride back to Joe’s flat was annoyingly long, and
she could tell it was getting to him too. His left leg bounced in place
constantly as he spewed off mindless small talk with the driver. His hand
clenching and unclenching on the seat between them. Almost as if it had a mind
of its own.
For a moment, she wondered what that hand would do if there
was a partition between them and the driver. Her breath hitched at the thought.
Christ, could they drive any slower?!
Y/N crossed her legs, letting out a shaky exhale as she
pushed her hair behind her ear. Her gaze went back to Joe, not surprised at all
that he was already looking at her. His hand sliding from the seat to her upper
He leaned in close, a small smirk on his lips, “We’re almost
Y/N placed her hand over his, moving it slightly higher, as
she watched his eyes darken. “We better be,” she whispered back with a smile,
kissing him quickly. He squeezed, his fingertips digging into her inner thigh,
as he leaned in to chase her lips. But, was stopped by the car braking to a
She held back her chuckle at the look of sheer annoyance on
Joe’s face at being interrupted. But it didn’t last long.
The elevator dinged when it hit the ground floor, chrome
doors sliding open. As soon as they were both inside, Y/N pressed the button
for Joe’s floor.
The seconds felt like minutes as the door slowly slid shut,
inch by inch. The air felt static. The elevator jerked upward.
Next thing Y/N knew, she was pushed against the lift wall,
arm rail digging into the small of her back, Joe’s lips pressed into hers. She
wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, boosting herself up on to the railing,
her legs wrapping around his waist.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth, meeting his. His kisses
were always gentle but demanding. But, god be damned, she did not need gentle
right now. Y/N bit down on Joe’s bottom lip, pulling a growl from him. Joe
wrapped her hair around his fingers, giving it a sharp tug. Her whine muffled
against his lips.
The elevator dinged as they reached their floor. Without
missing a beat, he picked her up and carried her down the short corridor to his
front door, despite her gasp of surprise.
“Joe, someone might-“
He silenced her with a hard kiss.
“I don’t care,” he mumbled against her lips, swiftly
unlocking the door, pulling her through.
The entry way and landing of Joe’s flat suddenly became a mess
of shoes, haphazardly-thrown jackets and shirts as they stumbled through to the
living room. They dropped on to the couch hard, giggling as they bounced up
with the force of it.
Y/N moved to straggle his legs, burying her fingers into his
hair as she kissed him deeply. His hands automatically went to her waist,
thumbs pressing down on her hipbones before sliding down to her ass and
She bucked involuntarily into his touch, her kisses shifting
from his mouth to his neck as she rolled her hips against his. Y/N couldn’t
help the smirk that came as Joe hissed. He gripped her tight by the hips, moving
her to grind against him again, harder. She bit down on his neck sharply,
before sucking and kissing the pink mark her teeth left behind. Joe moaned,
nails digging in her skin, before grabbing the back of her neck, pulling her in
for another kiss.
Y/N loved it when it was like this. Rough, and quick, and
heated. It didn’t give her enough time to overthink things, analyze her
feelings, or admire him. All she had to do was feel. Be in the present moment,
and live. Or, so she thought.
Joe let out another soft moan as she grinded on him again. Oh god, that sound.
His hands found their way to the small of her back, his
fingertips tracing her spine all the way up, before splaying out entirely. Y/N
shivered as she continued kissing her way along his collarbone, before letting
out a combination of a sigh and a moan as he ran his nails down the entirety of
She laid her head on his shoulder as Joe left lazy trails of
heat on her collarbone and up her neck.
After a few moments, Y/N pulled away a fraction, slightly
out of breath. Joe gazed back, eyes heavy lidded, pupils dilated, and a small,
content grin on his face. Despite the darkness in them, his blue eyes still
She noticed Joe’s eyes widen a tiny bit, before crinkling at
the corners from amusement.
“Me?” he laughed. Y/N froze. Shit, she had said that out loud? “No. You don’t have my view, love.
You are beautiful.”
Joe’s bright smile drooped slightly as concern took over his
face, “Y/N, you alright?”
“Oh. Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you… for saying that.”
His hand was still caressing her back, slowly and softly, as
if he wasn’t even thinking about it.
“Of course, it’s the truth,” he brushed a strand of hair
from her face. “You’re gorgeous.”
Y/N tried. She tried to just accept the compliment for what
it was as he leaned over to kiss her ever so tenderly. She tried to just continue
from where they left off, to not think more into it, and to stop her heart from
But, then the tears began to prick at her eyes. And all she
could say was…
“I can’t do this.”
“I can’t do this anymore, Joe,” she almost whispered,
flinching when her voice cracked.
Joe stared at her, stunned for a few beats, before worry
seeped to his features, “Did I do something?”
“No,” she sniffed,
shuffling backwards off his lap, standing up. “No, it’s not you.” Y/N ran a
hand through her hair, the other roughly wiping at her cheeks. “I’m just going
“Wh- No, Y/N, wait!”
She didn’t listen as she bent over to grab her shirt and
jacket. Before she could move to put them on, Joe was suddenly in front of her.
“Please,” His eyes slightly panicked. “Just… talk to me.
What’s going on?”
“Joe, I can’t.”
“I don’t understand.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she breathed, her gaze to the floor.
“Now let me through.” Y/N weaved around him to the front door, forgetting that
she was wearing nothing but her bra still, shirt and jacket hanging on her arm.
Shoes forgotten. She hadn’t even grabbed her purse.
Y/N stopped and let out a growl of frustration, searching
the floor for her shoes. Meanwhile, Joe placed himself between her and the door,
“You’re not going,” he said firmly. Y/N’s head snapped up to
look at him. His eyes softened as he stared back at her. “I’m sorry, but I’m
not letting you leave unless you talk to me.”
At this, Y/N let out a groan and dropped all her stuff, and
herself, to the floor, head falling into her hands.
She heard Joe’s bare feet slowly pad over before he dropped
to kneel in front of her, his hand on her shoulder.
“Love, please, tell me what’s wrong…”
“I can’t,” her voice muffled into her palms. “It’ll ruin
everything and I don’t want to lose you.”
Joe cupped her chin, lifting gently, “Y/N, look at me.” Her
eyes stared at the ceiling. “No, look at me.” Sheepishly, she lowered her gaze
to his baby blues. A small smile on his face. “You could never lose me.”
She closed her eyes as a soft sob escaped her lips. His hand
moved to cup her cheek.
“I will always be here for you. And,” he took in a shaky
breath. “If you don’t want to do this anymore, that’s okay. I know when we
started this, it wasn’t meant to be anything. It was just for fun, and… I know
I’ve strayed from that. I understand how that could’ve become too much.”
Wait… what? Her
eyes snapped open.
“I never meant to cross any boundaries, or make you feel
uncomfortable. I should have controlled myself. Or I should have just told you
when things started changing for me, because it’s not fair. This isn’t what we
agreed. And you shouldn’t have to deal-“
“What?” Joe would have missed her question if he hadn’t been
looking right at her. His face flushed lightly as he sighed, his smile turning
“I never told you, because I didn’t want to lose you, Y/N. But… this has moved way past
‘just fun’ for me. Has for a while. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you.
And, now you want out, and it’s probably because of me. Because I wasn’t
straight up. I’m sorry.”
Y/N was dumbfounded. The asteroid, cluster-fuck that had
been her thoughts stood at a standstill as she gawked at him.
He doesn’t want to
lose me. He thinks I want out because things changed for him… He thinks I want-
Y/N launched herself forward, both hands pulling his face to
hers, their lips crashing together. Joe froze for a second before wrapping his
arms around her, pulling her closer.
He pulled away, confusion in his eyes, but a grin growing on
his lips, “What was that for?”
“I don’t want out.”
“But, you said-“
“I said I couldn’t do this anymore, because I thought that
you didn’t have feelings for me,” she rushed out. “I couldn’t take being in
love with you knowing that you would never feel the same way. So, I ran.” She
looked to the front door. “Five feet.”
It was Joe’s turn to be shocked.
A few moments of silence passed.
“You’re in love with me?”
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, a rogue tear running down her
cheek, “Of course I’m in love with you, knucklehead. How could I not be?”
She yelped in surprise as her back suddenly met the floor
with Joe on top of her, kissing her frantically. Y/N responded immediately, her
hands grasping at his shoulder blades before running her nails down his back.
She felt him shiver. He reached behind her back, fumbling for the clasp of her
bra, before he stopped and pushed himself up.
She looked up at him, confused. He was staring off to their
“So, you’re telling me,” he lifted his arm and pointed to
the couch. “That we basically just cockblocked our SELVES?”
Y/N threw her head back laughing at the comment, Joe joining
“Apparently so.” She giggled, looking back at him as he
hovered above her. His soft, brown hair fell around his face, a grin on his
face, his eyes glinting. Their giggles subsided, smiles still plastered on
their lips as they admired each other.
“I’m such an idiot.”
Y/N raised her eyebrow and smirked, “True. But, how so?”
He chuckled, ignoring her jab, “I didn’t even say it back.”
A blush rose to her cheeks when she comprehended what he
meant, “Well, you don’t have to if you don’t-“
“I love you, Y/N.” He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on
her lips. “I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “I always have.”
She pulled him down to her, smiling against his lips before
he pulled away.
“Mm,” Joe backed up on to his feet, and grabbed her hands,
pulling her up to stand. “Should we finish what we started?”
She bit her lip and nodded. The darkening look in Joe’s eyes
made her shiver. Then, a slow mischievous grin spread across Y/N’s face,
causing Joe’s eyebrows to raise. She stepped up on to her tip toes, her lips
brushing against his.
“Only if you catch me,” she hushed, before sprinting up the
“Ohh,” Joe chuckled, a wolfish grin on his face as he slowly
walked up the stairs. “It’s on, babe.”
Alright. I’m hoping to post a smutty part two. Would you guys be down for that? let me know. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.
okay but. do you ever just look at ur girlfriend and wonder how someone can literally be so beautiful. a literal angel. too stunning to be real. so gorgeous. how can this girl be so so beautiful. how is she literally a rose. literally the prettiest rose in the world. how
Warnings: fluff (x50), girl stuff, mentions of blood in the beginning
A/N: I was so fucking excited when I got all these notes on my Negan one shot and I had this one for Carl made, so I thought I’d show him some love, too. Thank you for all of your love and support. My ask box is open, so request things if you want.
Y/N rolled out of bed, frowning when she saw her ruined sheets. She’d figured Aunt Flo would be back for a visit now that her diet had returned to somewhat normal and her body was getting proper nutrients. She shuffled to her bathroom, retrieving pads from underneath the sink.
Once she’d finished, she went to the bedroom, grabbing the sheets off the bed and crumbling them onto a pile, leaving them in the bathtub before going downstairs. Michonne sat at the kitchen island, reading a book while Judith ate her cheerios. “Um, Michonne?” She glanced up at Y/N. “Can I uh, can I ask you for a favor?”
“Sure, what’s up?” Her cheeks flushed red as she glanced down at the floor.
“Can I um, can I have some new sheets?”
“You too, huh?”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve all got it. Carol, me, Tara, Rosita, Maggie, Sasha.” Michonne led her to the linen closet, grabbing a new set of sheets and handing them to her. “Just throw the other ones away, it’s not a big deal.”
Y/N’s bed was fixed, her sheets shoved in the garbage for burning when her boyfriend Carl decided to get up, making his way to her room and bursting in as she was shoving the sheets in the trash. “Hey, is that - is that blood on the sheets?” Y/N whipped around, her face bright red and she stepped in front of the can. “Y/N, are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you…did you get bit?”
“No, no. I uh, I’m not…hurt.”
“Then what…oh.” It had finally clicked and soon his face was as red as hers. “I’m um, I’m going to go read comics with the guys. I’ll see you later?” She nodded softly, feeling more than a little embarrassed as Carl left her room, shutting the door behind him
“Dad?” Carl came up the steps to the platform where they stood watch. “Can I ask you about something?”
“Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?”
“Well, um. It’s Y/N.”
“Is she okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, well, no, not really, but…she’s on her… you know.”
“I don’t know how to handle it. Like, what should I do? They always told it us was painful when we were in school and stuff. How can I help her?”
“Okay, here’s what you do…”
Y/N felt her shoulder being shaken. He opened her eyes, rubbing them and focusing in on Carl who stood over her, smiling softly. “Hey, everything okay?” She asked.
“Well, uh, I remembered being told in school that like, periods hurt.”
“Um, sometimes, yeah.”
“Come here,” he pulled her hand softly, letting her stand up before leading her to the bathroom. He opened the door, revealing the huge bathtub almost filled to the brim with water and bubbles, three tealight candles on each side of the tub, and placed sporadically around the rest of the bathroom. Y/N’s mouth fell open at the sight, and she turned to Carl, tears in her eyes.
“Y-You did this…for me?”
“Yeah,” he smiled at her, his cheeks rosy. She smiled wide, throwing her arms around him and pressing her face into his neck, leaving tiny kisses there.
“Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“I just want to make you feel comfortable,” he told her, petting her hair down before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Carl left the bathroom shortly after, allowing Y/N to pull her clothes off and slip into the warm bath tub. The hot water did wonders for her achy body. It helped her back and made the throbs from her cramps less prominent. She laid down in the bubbles, resting her head on the back of the tub, allowing the water to soothe her body.
Soon her relaxing was over, the water was starting to go cold so she quickly shaved and washed her body off, pulling the plug and blowing out the candles as she made her way over to the shower. She washed her hair quickly, allowing the water to get all the soap suds and residue off her body before shutting it off and getting out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around her head and one to wrap around her body.
She squealed when she opened the door, her bathroom being much warmer than the rest of the house, running over to jump into bed where Carl was waiting. She wore Carl’s clothing as always, one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his boxers that had a hole in the leg over her underwear. He peeled the covers back so she could jump in, tucking them over her immediately. He laid on his side, pulling her on hers and straight into his chest, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing his hand up her back softly. “I owe you so much,” she said into his chest, pulling away to crane her neck up and look at him.
“You don’t owe me anything,” he told her. “I didn’t want to see you uncomfortable. And just…taking care of you makes me…I don’t know, it just makes me happy.”
“You are the best boyfriend in the world.”
“I’m sure you won’t find much competition at this time,” he joked. She laughed, rolling her eyes and grabbed his head in her hands, angling his face down she she could press her lips to his. “I have one more surprise for you.”
“Carl,” she whined. “You’re setting the bar way too high.” He laughed letting go of her with one hand and flattening himself on his back, reaching into the nightstand that was his when he stayed the night and pulling out a cookies and cream candy bar. He turned over again, holding it in front of her face as her eyes lit up. “Where did you get this? I’ve been looking everywhere for one!”
“I have my ways. I wanted to save it for something special, felt like you deserved it.” Y/N felt the tears start rolling down her face, laughing at the confusion on Carl’s. “Baby?”
“I’m okay, gorgeous. I’m just really happy right now,” she told him as he cupped her face, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “I love you, Carl,” she whispered then, turning her head to kiss his palm.
“I love you too, Y/N.” Carl pulled her to him again and the two of them talked about stuff from the old world and things that had happened recently, all the while sharing Y/N candy bar. They knew life was short, but at that moment they couldn’t have been more content.
Ooh I love how this dress looks on her!! I’ll admit it, her skin match isn’t perfect, but there’s no way on Earth I’m wiping that gorgeous face just to blush her head to match. Look at her pouty little mouth, so cute!