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Our own private gala
Adult! Katsuki Bakugo x Female! Hero Reader
Author's note: A drabble I wrote for a commission (she gave me permission to edit it as a Bakugo x reader)
Summary: Y/n is depressed because her invitation to the superhero gala was revoked but her boyfriend, Bakugo, came to the rescue
Contains: Fluff, a bit of angst but with comfort, Bakugo being the sweetest in his own way.
WC: 794
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One small mistake and Y/n's superhero career was ruined. Or at least that's how she felt.
It turned out her teachers were right when they told her she had to keep the citizens happy at all times. Y/n yelled at a man to stop blocking her path and suddenly, she became a villain in the eyes of the press. The jerk even had the nerve to claim on TV shows that she had hit him.
Y/n was the bad guy for wanting to save the citizens, and the man who almost caused the villain to escape was the victim.
The world suddenly felt suffocating. Every mistake led to another, to the point where Y/n started wondering if it was better to retire.
That night was even worse than the previous ones. She was supposed to be at the annual Superhero Gala, but after her PR disaster, the organizers revoked her invitation. Y/n threw herself into her work, fighting villains to vent her frustration; But when her shift ended, her grief nearly overwhelmed her.
She didn't want to go back to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Bakugo. He wouldn't be there to greet her; instead, he was probably already enjoying the gala with the rest of the heroes. She hated the idea of spending the night alone in her empty home, but it was better than continuing to wander the streets.
God, I'm so pathetic, she thought, opening her apartment door.
Y/N was surprised to notice a soft light out of the corner of her eye as she stepped into the entryway. She hung up her keys, dismissing the thought that Bakugo might be there; he'd probably just forgotten to turn off the light.
A plan formed in her head as she took off her shoes: eat the last tub of ice cream and cry while watching movies as depressing as her emotional state. A plan she completely forgot when she reached the living room.
"What is all this?" Y/N asked, and tears began to stream down her face.
Bakugo was waiting for her with a huge bouquet of roses in the middle of the room. Candles on the table and sideboard gave the room a romantic glow, and the floor was decorated with petals from different flowers.
"I know you really wanted to go to that shitty gala, so I made one for us." Bakugo shrugged.
"It's beautiful. Thank you." She closed the distance between them and accepted the bouquet. "I thought you'd be going to the gala. It's the most important event for gaining popularity."
"Fuck that boring gala. I only endure it every year because you're there." He pulled her into a hug and kissed her lips. "We're much better off alone without the vultures of the press anyway."
"Wait! You're going to crush the flowers." Y/N broke the hug and placed the bouquet on the table before running back into Bakugo's arms. "Are you sure you don't want to go, even for a little while? Being my boyfriend already gives you a bad enough image. My career is ruined."
Y/n's chest tightened with anguish. Saying it out loud hurt more than she expected; she couldn't hold back her tears or the trembling of her hands.
"Doll, your career isn't over. I'm telling you this as an expert. I've lost count of all the times my ranking dropped because I yelled at and insulted someone, or because I was too violent with the villains." He rubbed circles on her back with one hand and dried her tears with the other. "You're the greatest hero I know. Scratch that. You're the most wonderful person I know. Those idiots are going to come crawling back to you to apologize, I know it."
"I love you," she said. It was all she could think of at that moment.
He always found a way to cheer her up.
"I love you too, doll." Bakugo hooked his fingers under Y/n's chin and lifted her face, smiling. He kissed her slowly, taking his time to savor her lips. "Don't let those extras define you. You're a goddess, and they are cockroaches."
"You're exaggerating." Y/n laughed.
"I'm being generous with them." Bakugo pulled his phone out of his pocket and started playing a romantic song. "May I have this dance while dinner finishes cooking?"
"I thought you hated dancing." Y/N accepted her boyfriend's hand anyway.
"I do, but I can make an exception for you."
Trapped in Bakugo's arms as they danced to her favorite song, Y/N realized that her life wasn't tragic. In fact, she was incredibly lucky to have the love of her life next to her, even in her darkest hour.
Eddie the Hero
Eddie Munson × Female reader
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Summary: Jason brakes Y/n most precious possession and Eddie shows up to save the day.
Contains: Jason and his friend bullying Y/n, a bit of angst, Y/n grandma is dead, fluff, cute Eddie, awkward Eddie, idiots in love.
Wc: 1.2k
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"Oops, it slipped." Jason's laughter echoed through the art room.
Y/n's legs gave way, and she fell against the window; she braced her arms against the open window frame, catching herself.
"You're a fucking idiot!" Y/n cried, staring down at the broken wooden box on the floor.
"And you're pathetic," Jason retorted. "Look at you, crying over an ugly box."
That ugly box was the last gift her grandmother had given her before she died. Yes, it didn't have delicate carvings like some others, and the lid wouldn't close after the latch rusted, but it was her most prized possession, even though it only served to hold her charcoal pencils.
That idiot Jason and his friends had snatched it while she was distracted drawing and thrown it out the window, hitting a tree.
When had her life changed so drastically?
Y/N used to be a popular girl. She was friends with some of the cheerleaders, and thanks to her beauty and kindness, she won the affection of the other students despite her shyness. She thought she could graduate without any problems until the day she rejected Jason's best friend.
Popular guys were never her thing. They thought they were better than everyone else and spent most of their time showing off their muscles and money. Y/N preferred guys with a good sense of humor, passionate about some kind of art, and who didn't let themselves be swayed by what others said.
Y/N preferred guys like Eddie Munson.
“I am pathetic? You're a good-for-nothing, and you know it. That's why you're so scared, because the best years of your entire life are going to be over as soon as you graduate." She stood up, fueled by anger, and pushed Jason out of the way. "You couldn't even go to college without your parents' money."
As quickly as she could, Y/N gathered her things and tried to approach the window again to jump outside, but her bullies blocked it with their bodies.
"Looks like you'll have to take the long way around," one of Jason's friends mocked her.
Without wasting a moment, Y/N left the classroom and ran down the hallways. She was afraid they would take it before she reached the courtyard.
"Shit!" Y/N kicked the tree. Her box was nowhere to be seen.
Her heart broke; all she could do was cry.
×××
A week passed since she lost her box, and Y/N couldn't stop feeling guilty for not being able to protect her grandma's last memory.
She stopped going to the cafeteria, barely greeted the other students, and spent all her time between classes drawing in the art room.
It was better that way; if they couldn't find her, they couldn't hurt her.
"Nice drawing. You have talent."
Eddie's voice behind her made her drop the charcoal.
"Thank you," Y/n replied shyly. She turned around, finding Eddie leaning against the window outside.
"Is it someone you know?" He smiled and ran his hand through his long hair. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious."
"It's my grandmother." Sadness slipped through Y/n's voice. "She died a year ago.”
"Oh, I'm sorry." Eddie looked at her with sympathy. "She was really pretty."
"She was." Y/N started fidgeting with her fingers and looked down. She couldn't believe she was talking to her crush.
"So, I know this might sound weird, and I don't want to pry or freak you out, but I have something for you." Eddie tried to look confident, but the blush on his cheeks betrayed him. "Can I come in?"
"Of course!" The words came out more excitedly than she intended. Y/N turned to the sling and smiled. "I mean, yeah. You can jump in."
Eddie's smile widened. He climbed into the art room through the window and looked for something in his right jacket pocket.
"Again, I'm sorry if I overstepped, but I saw what that jerk Jason did the other day, and it looked like the box was important to you. I mean, I know you carry it around everywhere. Wait. I wasn't supposed to say that. Damn it." Eddie stopped talking and pulled the box from his pocket. "Here. I'm not the best carpenter, but I know the basics, and I think it turned out decent."
Y/n looked at him with tears in her eyes. Her grandmother's box was in Eddie's hand in one piece. There was a line where he had glued it, but it was barely visible.
"Oh my God, you're the best. Thank you." Y/n grabbed the box and placed it securely on a chair before throwing herself at Eddie in a hug. "I thought I'd lost it."
"About that, I'm sorry. I should have told you, but I wanted it to be a surprise, and besides, I wasn't sure I could fix it." Eddie wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist. His heart was racing; he couldn't believe the girl he'd been in love with for two years was hugging him. It was a dream come true. He wasn't going to wash his jacket for months after she touched it. "By the way, I noticed the lock was rusty, so I changed it. I hope you don't mind."
"Why would I mind? It's the sweetest thing someone did for me." Y/N broke the hug, fearing she was making Eddie uncomfortable. "Thanks, really. I don't know how to repay you."
It's now or never, Eddie thought, hiding his trembling hands in his pockets.
He'd been a coward for so long, watching her from afar and dreaming that one day she'd smile at him the way she did at her friends.
"Go on a date with me. Just one. We can go wherever you want, and I promise I'll behave, if you give me a chance—"
"Eddie." Y/N interrupted, taking his hand. "I'd love to."
"Really?" He intertwined his fingers with hers. It was the best day of his life. He'd somehow managed to convince the most beautiful girl in the whole world to go out with him, Eddie "the freak" Munson. "You won't regret it. It'll be the best date of your life. Or at least I'll try."
Y/n laughed for the first time in weeks. "I don't doubt it, something tells me it's impossible to not have fun with you."
"What can I say? It's my natural charm." Eddie winked. He was willing to make a fool of himself just to keep hearing Y/n's beautiful laugh. "So, how about tomorrow after school?"
"Sounds perfect."
"I'll leave you alone, then." Eddie let go of her hand and walked over to the window. "The guys are going to kill me if I'm late for the end of the campaign."
He jumped over and was about to take off running when Y/n stopped him.
"Wait! You're forgetting something." She walked over to the window and gestured for him to do the same.
"I don't think so." Still, he did as she asked.
"You forgot this." Y/n leaned over the window and placed a soft kiss on Eddie's cheek. "See you tomorrow, then."
"Yeah." Eddie brought his hand to his cheek and stepped back, still looking at Y/n. He took a couple of steps and stumbled, almost falling. "See you tomorrow.”
I choose you
Young Severus Snape × Slytherin Reader
Summary: When Severus learns of y/n's engagement to Regulus Black, he thinks he will be alone forever, but what he doesn't know is that y/n will always choose him.
Contains: Angst, James Potter and Sirius Black bullying Severus, sad Severus, Severus thinking he's not good enough, y/n defending Severus, fluff and a happy ending.
Wc: 2.8k
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Severus Snape was used to being alone. He preferred spending hours locked in the dungeons with his cauldron to being in the noisy common room or the stifling Great Hall.
At least potions were predictable and easy to deal with. Students, on the other hand, always had ulterior motives when they approached him.
Staying alone was much better than going to Hogsmeade; he didn't have to pretend he didn't feel the disgusted glances thrown his way or hear the insults whispered as he passed by.
"What do you have there?"
A gentle voice made Severus look up from his book. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of y/n.
Perhaps he didn't hate everyone's company after all.
"Shouldn't you be in Hogsmeade?" Severus asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I got bored after a stroll." y/n dragged a chair in front of him and sat down. "It's always the same every year. If I at least had good company, it wouldn't be so bad, but the only one who can carry on a decent conversation prefers to lock himself in empty classrooms."
Severus raised his book, covering his smile. Even so, the fleeting gleam in his usually expressionless eyes betrayed him.
"It's not my fault your other friends are idiots." He stopped fighting the urge to admire how beautiful her face looked illuminated by the torch; it was impossible when she was so close to him, smiling as if his presence wasn't unpleasant.
"You think everyone is an idiot compared to you."
"Obviously." Severus raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to the book.
It was a lie. He didn't think everyone was an obnoxious idiot, at least she wasn't.
"So, what is it this time?" she asked, resting her chin on her palm with her elbow against the desk. "Perfecting a potion or a new spell?"
"As if you cared." Severus rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance. "Draught of living death. I'm fixing the instructions."
"So?" Y/N nudged Severus's leg with her foot and looked at him expectantly.
"Stop pretending to be interested" he grumbled, but the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "The quantities in the book are wrong. It should be eleven pints of water, not sixteen, and chop two Valerian roots instead of three. It also doesn't clarify that it's best to chop the rest of the roots once you get to step six, not before. Oh, and Sopophorous beans are best crushed with the silver part of the dagger instead of chopping them to extract the juice. The dagger should be—"
"A silver one," Y/N interrupted. "I know, you said so last time."
"You remembered?" He couldn't hide his surprise. The book in his hands almost slipped, and he could feel his cheeks getting warm.
"Of course, I listen when you speak." She tilted her head to the side, lifting her chin from her hand. "You look so passionate when you talk about potions that it's impossible not to pay attention. It's fascinating.”
Severus coughed. No one had ever said anything like that to him. People called him a creep because of his love for potions and his interest in the dark arts. They found it disgusting that he was always locked away in the darkness within the damp stone walls with only his cauldron for company.
Y/N found it fascinating? After so many years of being bullied, it was hard to believe.
"You don't need to give me fake compliments to let you copy my assignment." Severus closed the book. "I'll do it anyway so you don't pester me with your annoying whining."
"That was just once!" Y/N put her hand to her chest, feigning offense. "I've already done all my assignments; I don't need your help. But honestly, I like hearing you talk about potions. I learn much more from you than I do from Professor Slughorn."
Severus let out an unimpressed laugh. "Because he's an awful professor."
"I mean it, Sev." Y/N stretched across the desk and slapped his arm. "You're brilliant. I swear, after spending time with you, everyone else is boring and stupid. I wasn't lying when I said you're the only one who can hold a decent conversation."
"I'm so flattered," he said, sarcasm dripping from his words.
It was all an act. Inside, Severus was trying not to lose his mind because she'd implied she preferred him over everyone else. The last thing he needed was to give himself false hope.
"Only for that awful attitude I shouldn't give you your gift, but I bought it specifically for you, so there's no point in keeping it." Y/N pulled a silver dagger from her robe pocket and offered it to Severus. "I saw it in the shop window while walking through Hogsmeade and thought it would be perfect for you ‘cause yesterday you kept complaining about how old your dagger is. I can return it if you don't like it."
"No!" Severus practically lunged at her to grab the gift. "I mean. I do need one; it would be a waste to give it back."
He held it as if it were the greatest treasure in the world. Carefully, he turned it over in his hand, paying attention to the small snake carved into the handle.
"I'll keep it," he said and put it in his pocket.
Severus lowered his head, his black hair hiding the blush that spread across his pale cheeks. A small flame of hope flickered in his heart at the thought that Y/N might be interested in him.
No. That would never happen.
It was impossible that the most talented and popular student in Slytherin would choose him, especially since she came from a respectable pure-blood family.
"I'll leave you alone." Y/N stood up. "I'm getting hungry anyway.”
"You can stay if you keep quiet," Severus whispered, tightening the dagger in his pocket.
"What was that? Just admit you enjoy my company." Y/n returned to her seat, smiling.
"I said keep quiet.”
×××
Severus couldn't stop admiring the dagger. A week had passed since y/n had given it to him, and he still felt his heart leap every time he saw it.
He guarded it with great care and always carried it in his pocket. The first time he used it, he almost regretted it, thinking he might ruin it; he wanted to preserve it as long as possible, it was undoubtedly the most valuable object he had ever owned.
Another shy smile appeared on Severus's face as he twirled the dagger in his hand. The sunlight reflected off the silver blade, making it gleam even under the shade of the tree.
For the first time in his seven years as a student, Severus didn't notice the looks of disgust directed at him; his attention was focused on his treasure as he waited for y/n near the Great Lake, as he had promised.
"Look who we have here." James Potter ruined everything, as usual. "What do you have in your hand, Snivellus?"
"Fuck off, Potter," he replied, putting the dagger back in his pocket.
"Don't be so rude," said James, kicking a rock at Severus. "I just want to know why you were grinning like an ugly creep."
"I said, fuck off." Severus stood up and drew his wand. After so many years of being bullied by Potter and his friends, he knew it was best to be prepared for the worst.
Sirius Black caught up to James and put his arm around his shoulders.
"You got a problem, Snivellus?" he asked.
Severus didn't say anything. He gripped his wand tightly and tucked his other hand into his pocket over the dagger protectively.
"He was twirling something in his hand like a madman, and I wanted to know what it was," James explained. "But it seems Snivellus doesn't want to show it to me."
"It must be the dagger." Sirius laughed. "Want to hear something funny, Prongs?"
James, sensing his friend's amusement, played along.
"What is it, Padfoot?"
"I happened to see y/n buying the same dagger in Hogsmeade last week." Sirius gave Severus a knowing look.
Severus took a step back, his back hitting the tree trunk. He couldn't let them take the dagger.
"Awww, is Snivellus in love?" James teased. "I feel bad for y/n. I bet she must want to throw up every time you go near her."
"I'll have to tell my brother he has competition." Sirius grinned wickedly. "If he's not careful, someone might steal his fiancée."
James and Sirius's laughter was so loud it reached the lake, yet all Severus could hear were Sirius's last words echoing in his head.
"What?" he asked, clutching the dagger.
"Didn't you hear?" Sirius released James and crossed his arms. "Y/N is engaged to Regulus. Well, not yet, but the ceremony is scheduled for this weekend."
Severus's world crumbled in that instant. Y/N was going to abandon him too.
No. Black is lying, he told himself, but it was too late; the pain had already taken hold of his chest.
James seized Severus's moment of vulnerability to raise his wand. He was about to cast a spell and leave him hanging upside down when someone stopped him.
"Expelliarmus." Y/N sent James's wand flying. "Stay away from him, you prick."
James didn't even have time to react before Y/N kicked him in the groin.
"Fuck!" He fell to his knees.
"You grab your useless friend and get the hell out of here before I do the same to you." She pointed her wand at Sirius.
"Take it easy, love, we were just playing." Sirius winked at her before grabbing James by the shoulders and helping him to his feet.
"Playing? You guys are disgusting. Keep telling yourself you're the hero when deep down you're worse than your brother." Y/N was tired of what they were doing to Severus. "If I find out you're still bothering him, I'll make sure to make your lives a living hell."
"Godric, I'm glad my family disowned me. It must be a nightmare being your husband."
Sirius dragged James, who was still groaning in pain, to the edge of the lake where Remus was waiting for them.
Paralyzed by his galloping fear of rejection, Severus barely registered what was happening around him. He didn't care when Potter cried in pain, nor Black's flirtatious behavior; all he could think about was that he wasn't ready to let go of y/n.
"Sev? Are you okay?" y/n grabbed his trembling hand, lowering his wand.
Why did she have to be so gentle? Why did she have to defend him when no one else would? It wasn't fair that she made him fall in love with her without even trying.
"Is it true?" he asked, freeing himself from her grip. "You're going to marry Regulus?"
Just saying it out loud made his heart shatter.
"My parents arranged the engagement, but—"
"Congratulations," Severus said bitterly. He put away his wand and walked away from y/n.
"Wait!" Y/n ran after him. "Where are you going?"
Severus didn't answer, he just kept quickening his pace, making sure to slip between the students who served as his shield.
Why did I have to fall for her?
×××
Severus lost track of time in the dark, abandoned classroom, illuminated by a single torch above his head. His body began to tremble from the cold caused by the wind coming through the broken window and the icy floor he sat on, yet he preferred being there to facing y/n.
He hugged his legs to his chest and kept twirling the silver dagger between his fingers. In his mind, he replayed the moment y/n had given it to him, the moment when, like a complete idiot, he'd gotten his hopes up.
Severus let out a defeated laugh. It was all his fault for thinking he could escape his cruel fate.
He had always been alone, and he always would be.
Everyone had ended up abandoning him, trading him for someone better.
But he didn't blame Y/N. Severus knew she deserved far more than he could give her.
He was an ugly half-blood with zero social skills and no money. Y/N was the most beautiful, gentle, witty, and brave girl he'd ever met. Being around him would only ruin her future.
His moment of self-pity was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"There you are." Y/N sounded relieved to have found him. She ran to Severus and knelt before him. "We need to talk. Please, don't run away again."
Severus couldn't have run away even if he'd wanted to; his body was exhausted after the hours he'd spent weeping against the uncomfortable stone wall.
"I have nothing to say." He hid the dagger in his pocket and lowered his gaze to his knees.
"You don't have to speak, I'm just asking you to listen." She was practically begging. "The engagement is something my parents decided for me—"
"You don't have to explain it to me," Severus interrupted.
I don't want to hear it. I don't want to know how you're going to marry another man.
"But I want to!" Y/N raised her voice and placed her hand on his knee. "My parents decided this without consulting me. By the time I found out, they had already arranged the date with the Blacks. The point is, I don't want to marry Regulus. I'm not going to get engaged to him."
"But your family." Severus looked up. "They're going to disown you."
"I don't fucking care. I'm tired of them deciding what I should do with my life. I don't even agree with their ideals, all that bullshit about blood superiority. I hate hearing them talk about it." Y/N paused and took Severus's hand before continuing. "Besides, I already love someone else."
Was she in love with someone? Severus's heart sank in his chest. Things were getting worse and worse.
"Is he nice to you?" Severus asked in a moment of weakness.
If he was going to lose her, at least he hoped it would be to someone who would care for her.
"He treats me better than anyone else." Y/N intertwined her fingers with Severus's and smiled shyly. "He's the smartest man I know. He's kind and has a big heart, even though he prefers to hide and pretend he doesn't care. I have the most interesting conversations with him, and I love it when he gets all passionate about potions. The only problem is that he never understands my hints. Maybe I should be more direct."
"Do you mean—" The words caught in Severus's throat.
He must have been dreaming. It was the only logical explanation for Y/N suggesting she loved him.
"I love you, Severus Snape. Do I have to spell it out for you to understand?" Y/N cupped his face and forced him to look her in the eyes. "Now, please tell me I didn't misread the situation and you ran away because you're jealous, or I'm going to dig a hole in the middle of the Forbidden Forest and go live there forever."
Severus rolled his eyes. "Do you always have to be so dramatic?"
"I'll start digging, then."
Y/N released his face and tried to stand, but Severus grabbed her hand.
"I love you, too," he confessed. "But you shouldn't ruin your life for me. There are plenty of other—"
Y/N interrupted him by pressing her lips to his. At first, Severus froze, but he quickly reacted, cupping her face.
Her soft lips felt heavenly; it was everything he had dreamed of and more. Severus kissed her back slowly, fearing she might disappear at any moment. He brushed his thumbs against her cheeks, and she gripped his shoulders to steady herself.
"I choose you," she whispered as they broke the kiss. "I love you, Sev. There's no one else I want to be with."
Of all the people in the world, she chose him, a broken boy with a heart shattered by all the times he'd been betrayed. Severus didn't feel worthy of her love, but if she wanted to give it to him, he would make sure to cherish it forever.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Severus asked once more, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." She kissed the tip of his nose. "I hope you're ready, because from now on, you're my boyfriend, and I don't intend to let you go."
"Do I have a say in this?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning annoyance.
"Of course not," y/n replied. "I plan to show you off in front of everyone."
"I think I can get used to that.”
I'm Here
Steve Harrington x GN Reader
A little self-comfort story. Today I was feeling awful about being unemployed, so I wrote this. Reader is gender-neutral so everyone can have their adorable moment with Steve.
If you're feeling bad today, I hope you know you're loved ❤️
Summary: Reader is having a bad day and Steve helps them feel better
Warnings: A bit of angst, Reader feeling useless.
Wc: 1.1 k
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Why couldn't they do anything right?
The cookies they had baked—or rather, tried to bake—to lift their spirits were burnt on the outside and raw on the inside. They must have been the most abominable thing y/n had ever seen, as if they were laughing in their faces for not even being able to follow a recipe properly.
Y/n grabbed the still-warm tray, ignoring the burning sensation in their hands, and threw the monstrous cookies in the trash.
They stood there, feet on the trash can pedal, hands burning, staring at their failure as tears began to stream down their cheeks.
Baking was supposed to be the perfect distraction after a shitty day at their mediocre jobs. Y/n was tired of doing everything wrong, of not being as organized as James or having the same charisma with customers as Maria. Everyone seemed so happy even restocking the canned goods aisle, everyone except them, who always found a way to mess things up.
They knew they were slow workers, but they hadn't expected their boss to give them a warning and threaten to fire them. Five hours had passed, and they were still embarrassed, afraid of becoming a burden to Steve.
That's why y/n decided to follow their grandmother's old recipe, the one that was supposed to never fail.
Pure bullshit; the recipe could go wrong and it did, in fact, completely cap off their shitty day.
"Babe, I'm home," Steve announced. His voice, as warm as ever, filled the silence of the depressing kitchen.
Y/n hurriedly threw the tray in the sink and turned on the water. It was a futile attempt to hide their mess.
"What's that smell?" Steve asked, coming into the kitchen. He took off his cap, threw it on the round table, and fixed his hair.
"Nothing," y/n replied quickly, wiping away their tears.
"It can't be anything, because it smells like the last time Henderson tried to cook and almost burned the kitchen down." Steve chuckled, proud of his funny remark.
"I tried to bake cookies and they burned! Now you know, happy?" Y/n exploded. Still with their back to Steve, they pointed at the trash can.
"Hey, are you okay?" The crack in Y/n's voice didn't go unnoticed by Steve. He walked over to them, put his arms around their waist, and rested his head on their shoulder to look at them. "It was just a joke. I can open the windows and light that jasmine candle you like so much."
The concern in Steve's voice, instead of comforting them, made guilt grow inside them. How could he be so understanding and sweet all the time?
They didn't deserve him. Steve deserved someone better.
Like a waterfall, tears streamed down their faces. All the pain and frustration they had accumulated throughout the day hit them at once.
"What happened?" Steve sounded more worried by the second. He needed to see their face, so he gently squeezed their waist and guided them to turn around. "Please, talk to me. I can't help you if I don't know what's bothering you.”
He dried their tears, brushing his thumbs against their cheeks.
"It's nothing, I’m being silly," Y/N finally spoke.
"It's not nothing if you're crying about it. What is it? Let me help you. I hate seeing you like this." Steve reached out Y/N's hands and they flinched immediately.
Y/N faked a laugh, maybe that way Steve would think his touch tickled.
But obviously Steve wasn't fooled; he knew them too well to know when they were lying. He grabbed Y/N's wrists and lifted their hands.
"Babe, you're hurt." Steve frowned, looking at the red skin on Y/N's palm. It wasn't a minute before he reacted. He led them to the sink and turned on the cold water. "It's going to sting a little, but you have to cool it down. I think we still have some burn cream in the first-aid kit. Wait here, don't move your hands out of the water."
Y/n wanted to tell him it wasn't necessary, that it didn't hurt that much, but Steve had already sprinted out of the kitchen.
"Found it!" Steve returned, waving the tube of cream. He turned off the tap, slowly dried Y/n's hands with a towel, and began applying the cream. "Are you going to tell me what happened? Or do I have to use my wonderful detective skills? I warn you, I have a lot of experience."
Y/n let out a small laugh, a real one, for the first time that day.
"I grabbed the tray while it was still hot," they explained.
"Does this have anything to do with why you were crying?"
"I can't do anything right," Y/n whispered, the weight of those words lifted from their shoulders.
"What?" Steve stopped applying the cream and looked up at them. He seemed puzzled. "Let me tell you, my fiancé is the most talented person I know. Who cares about a few damn cookies?"
"I do. I wanted them to be perfect. Then you'd get home from work and we'd sit on the patio eating cookies and looking at the sky. But I had to mess everything up." Y/n freed their wrist from Steve’s hold and took a step back. "One thing. I only wanted to do one thing right. I broke the glass bottles, two customers got mad at me for not being nice enough, and Mr. Ginivan warned me he's going to fire me next time. I can't keep the most basic job in the world!"
Y/n let out all their frustration, gesturing wildly up and down with their arms for emphasis.
"You made a couple of mistakes, so what? Everyone has bad days, it doesn't make you any less wonderful." Steve cupped their cheeks and rested his forehead against theirs. "And fuck those customers and your boss, you're super nice."
"No. They're right. I'm no good at anything. I don't deserve your support. God. I don't deserve you at all."
"What are you talking about? I don't deserve you. Hell, I still don't know how I ever got you to go out with me, much less accept marrying me." Steve pressed his lips to theirs in a short but sweet kiss. "You're smart, funny, and strong. Don't say you aren't good at anything. You're sweet with kids, you remember every little thing I like, and you always make me feel loved. You're so creative that whenever I have a problem, I know you'll be able to solve it, and you can even bring plants that look dead back to life. You make me smile more than anyone, and my days would be unbearable without you."
"Steve Harrington, I love you," they said, smiling through their tears.
"And I love you. If you ever doubt how wonderful you are, come find me. I'll remind you." Steve kissed their foreheads. "Now, let's wash your face. We need to buy some cookies to eat while we look at the sky.”
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“don’t worry. i’ll protect you.”
SWEET HOME (2020), netflix.
for kim taehyung, sunflower that was born in winter
for the one who’s delicate, beautiful, thoughtful, talented and so hardworking. thank you for teaching us how to not lose ourselves. thank you for being you, for being the embodiment of everything that’s beautiful in this world, for having so much love within yourself for everything and everyone around you. thank you for teaching us how to love. may all your deepest dreams come true. may you know how loved, appreciated and important you are, how many people you saved. i want to wish you all-embracing health, success and happiness. we love you to the moon and back, happy birthday! ♡
happy birthday, kim seokjin!
to our dearest jin; a beautiful person inside and out, a diligent and humble artist, a man who endures silently and preserves his smile for those around him, and the joy in our lives. thank you for sharing your big heart with us. we love you so much! ♡
happy birthday jin! i hope you know that we’d gift the universe to you if it was possible
951013 | happy birthday to the funniest member of bangtan [cr. @seokjinyoongis, qdeoks]
happy birthday park jimin, a person whose heart is as big as the ocean, filled with abundant love to share with everyone. your smile, your kindness, your passion, your hardwork, you, inspire me every single day. thank you for being the person that you are. i love you ♡
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To the dorkiest dork of them all, Happy Birthday ♡ You’re the perfect combination of high EQ & high IQ, but sometimes that brain is just completely off and I think that’s absolutely beautiful :’)