- “you’re the roommate of my crush and you felt sorry for me and my pathetic attempts at wooing them so you offered to help me get in their pants but somewhere along the way we ended up falling for each other” au
- “you slept with my roommate who is notorious for one night stands, and now im meant to tell you that the reason you woke up alone is because they had to get to an early class, and proceed to get your phone number and tell you that they’ll call in a few days before binning it as soon as you leave, but i never do that so hi, sorry my roommates a jackass. pancakes?” au
- “my roommate is crushing on your roommate, who i hate. and your roommate is crushing on my roommate, who you hate. care to help me sabotage their relationship?” au
- “your roommate is pretty much stalking me, and you keep accompanying them to make sure they don’t do anything stupid and i accidentally mistook you for my stalker and kneed you in the crotch and i’m so sorry please let me get you some ice” au
- “your roommate got drunk at a party i hosted and passed out on my bathroom floor and you’ve come to collect them, but moving them from the bathroom and down to your car seems to be a two person job so now how do we get them round this corner and down the stairs without dropping them or giving them brain damage?” au
- “my roommate is in love with you an i’m meant to be getting you to date them but now i think i’m falling in love with you myself and this sucks everything sucks you suck” au
- “our roommates are fucking and its gotten to the point where we’re so sick of hearing them go at it all night that we have keys to each others places to escape the midnight moans, grunting and bed creaking and i don’t know where this is leading but i hope we end up fucking too” au
- “your roommate hosted a party and you’re not really a party person so you’ve locked yourself in your room but i’m not a party person either and its really loud out there can i just sit on your bed and play games on my phone or something?” au
- “your roommate is crushing on me, and my roommate is crushing on you, and we’re both meant to be setting the other up with our respective roommates but we’ve ended up falling for each other and this cannot end well” au
- “your roommate locked you out so they could have sex, and my roommate borrowed my key and then decided to go out last minute so we’re both stranded in the hallway together for an indefinite amount of time and wow your roommate makes really weird and loud sex noises" au
- “me and your roommate share a class together and help each other study weekly and you’re an annoying twat who thinks its funny to keep interrupting us and wait what do you mean they’re running late? no im not waiting here alone with you for two hours are you insane” au
Hi guys! Here’s some small drabble work I just wrote, hope you enjoy!
The low thrum of rain outside your window pulls you into a trance. You watch with lidded eyes while trails of clear liquid trace the surface of the glass, forming small rivers that ebb and flow with the amount of water droplets that hit it. You see the rivers reflected onto the living room carpet, where the street light hits at just the right angle. It’s a good distraction, and you thank it softly for keeping your mind busy while you throb in pain.
It’s not that you’re dying or anything-the small cuts and scratches just sting, is all. Kind of like bug bites. You could’ve cleaned them up by now, gotten to bed on time and woken up peacefully to the newly formed scabs, but instead you chose to wait for Steve. About two hours had passed before you finally heard the sound of keys turning and the apartment door opening.
He didn’t speak, and you didn’t rush to him-after setting the keys in their designated spot, the first thing he set his eyes on was your face. Your profile was dancing with rain droplets in the same way the carpet was, and your eyes were so focused on the window that he was uncertain for a second if you had heard him come in.
“Can’t sleep?” He asked you softly. You turned your face to him, your skin now half in light, half in shadow.
“It was just too much this time.” You whispered back, your voice cracking in the middle of your sentence. He set down his shield and mask and moved softly towards you, reaching for the first aid kit you kept on the table for moments like this. He began peeling off parts of your black suit to reveal a bit of your shoulder and your neck, all scratched from the last battle you two had been through.
You didn’t shudder or begin to cry, like you had at the first few missions. When you first joined the team, you spent so much time crying, waking up the next morning with puffy eyes and a despondent expression while drinking coffee with the others. You weren’t dating Steve then, either, so you didn’t have someone to greet you when you came home and cry your sorrows into. Eventually, like the others, you grew a thick skin, learned that casualties in this business were like paperwork to a bank or an insurance company. Still, it did not prevent you from racking your brain throughout the night, thinking of the faces you saw and the people you couldn’t save on your own.
Steve continued to clean the cuts on your body-you had turned to face him so he could swab the ones on your face, your collar bone, and your arms, and you moved each body part without him having to prompt you. This wasn’t the first time he wordlessly fixed your wounds, to say the least. When he was done. He set the cotton swab on the table and stared at you, while you watched the fabric of the couch your sat on. He didn’t know what to say this time-it’s true, there was too much blood, even for his liking. He didn’t want to pressure you into anything, make you feel like you had to be comforted. But you spoke up before he could even think of any words to say.
“I need a hug.” You whispered with a shaky breath. He sighed and smiled at this, that kind of half smile that showed he was sad for you as well as eager to please. You dug your head into his chest and he quickly moved his arms into place, cocooning you into his embrace. It was then that he began to feel you shake, feel the tension roll off you in waves from your exposed skin, still covered in cuts. His head had been resting on your shoulder, and he lifted it and kissed the cuts that were closest to him. His touch lingered for what felt like minutes each time, as though his lips could make the blood clot faster, make the scar fade a little faster.
There wasn’t much he could say to make you feel better-group therapy, consoling from individual members, and experience in the field had dried most of your tears, but he knew how personally you took each death. Each scratch was a soul resting on your body, and despite how many times he told you not to do this-not to count the faces on the body-but his words could not stop you. He realized shortly after you started dating that you had stopped being a talking kind of person and more of a physical need person, so he was always happy to oblige in being your personal teddy bear.
Just as he was loosing himself in thought, your arm snaked up to his hair, and your fingers began coursing through it, making small patterns with your nails. This brought him back to reality, kept him grounded in the moment. Another shudder racked your body, and he pulled you even closer to him, so much that you could barely breathe.
“I won’t leave you, I promise.” He whispered into your ear. The deep grumble of his voice reverberated through your rib cage, down to your feet and back. Those words of love filled you for the moment, and even though you knew the faces of the dead wouldn’t leave you anytime soon, Steve would be there to distract you from their presence, rain or shine.
Hi guys!! I just wanted to say thank you thank you for all the support on my last post, Humans of New York got over 100 notes so far!!! I was worried at how long it would take me to catch up after being gone for a year but I’m really glad it was received so well, so thank you guys for that! :)
Hi everyone! Sorry for the quietness for a while, here’s an old request I just finished writing, the time frame is after the first Avengers movie. Enjoy! :)
PS-I want to write some drabbles this weekend, so send me some requests for some short drabbles to write-could be for Steve, Bucky, etc. :-)
Request from I'm-here-sometimes: I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU with Steve or Clint after New York and the coffee shop was on the main street where everything happened :) sorry for the details lol
When you thought he wasn’t paying attention, you liked to make up stories about him. As a barista in the city that never sleeps, you met a lot of people with a lot of stories. People who just found out they have a twelve-year-old kid, people who were once understudies in The Lion King on Broadway, even people who believe the Earth is flat, despite all logic and scientific evidence in existence. They came to you for maybe five minutes (more if you were lucky), and you had their whole lives in their coffee cups, their struggles and triumphs formed into the whip cream on top of their lattes and macchiatos. The stories-some more than others-kept you coming back every day and were your motivation when you put on your barista apron and jumped over the counter to start your day and the days of many others.
There was one story you didn’t know, however. You knew his physical story, sort of-military cut blonde with ocean blue eyes that despite their piercing color only gave way to politeness and courtesy when you messed his order up or spilled his drink slightly on the counter. (And for the record, you only messed up because his looks were too damn distracting.) His other stories though were a mystery to you. When the bustle and rush of customers simmered down to a low hum, you would sometimes brainstorm ideas of who was behind the leather jacket and the kind eyes as he sat at the bar against the front window and would sit for an hour or so, sketching into a notebook he always carried with him.
Some days, he was an art student, returning back to school after discovering he didn’t really have a passion for engineering. Or he was an environmentalist, saving the world by creating designs for sustainable houses while drinking out of the shop’s porcelain mugs. Even better-he was a sheltered writer, coming out of his day-long hibernation to see the world and gain literary insight before retreating to his 12th floor studio to write an award-winning children’s novel. When you didn’t talk to the customers, the options were endless, and even though part of you wanted to know the truth, part of you also reveled in the mystery.
Just as you were deciding what his children’s novel would be about, you realized he had noticed you staring and was waving with a small smile. As soon as you awoke from your daze, you waved back sheepishly before ducking behind the counter. You had to think of an excuse, so you walked to his table to see if he wanted any refills.
“No, but thank you though.” He said before returning to his sketch. You sneaked a peek before retreating, taking careful note that he was drawing a large cityscape in front of him. So no children’s book, but possibly an architect, you thought as you returned behind the counter. You were brainstorming what kind of firm he might work for when your boss came up next to you while you absentmindedly washed the dishes.
“Wondering about blondie again, are we?” You practically jumped out of your skin when he approached you. Even more embarrassed than before, you nodded again. It was no secret that he was almost your customer alone, nobody else’s. “Me too hon, me too.”
With a sigh, he began helping you clean the grime from the bottom of the cups. “You know he asks about you when you’re not here, right?”
You looked up, your shock echoed on your face. “Really?”
“Of course! He doesn’t stay for long when you’re not here, and only gets to go cups.” Damn, so he’s not as much of an environmentalist as I thought. “Seriously though hun, you should make a move. He’s into you!”
You raised an eyebrow at his wink and side nudge. “You want me to break employee conduct for our mystery blondie? How very uncharacteristic of you, Roman.” You murmured.
Cleaning out the last of the cups, he wiped his hands on a nearby towel before retreating back to his office. “Nothing goes to my office if I didn’t see anything. Look, here he comes now-“ Before you could protest, he left without a word, and your mystery man was back at the counter, shyly sliding you the cup.
“I just wanted to return this, I always feel bad when you guys have to pick it up.” He sheepishly admitted.
“It’s no problem…” You said, pausing at the end to catch his name.
“Steve.”
“Well Steve, it’s really no problem at all.” You said, smiling. “Is there anything else I could help you with?”
“I’d love to grab an Americano to go, if you don’t mind.”
You nodded, beginning to write his name on the side of the cup. As he dug for the cash, you decided you only had one chance, and you had to act fast. You thought back to the last few rom-coms you had watched with your fellow baristas at your last work party, and without thinking too hard on it, you wrote what came to you on the cup. It took all your restraint to hold yourself together as he picked up his order and left without seeing what you wrote on the cup.
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Steve didn’t notice the extra writing until he got back to his apartment and noticed the black writing on his hand. He couldn’t think of any reason why his hands would be covered in black, until he noticed a small message underneath his name.
Steve-If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable. –(Y/N)
The more he read it, the more he wanted to make sure what he read wasn’t because of his hand smearing what was originally there. It took him a while, but after the seventh time or so, he let out a small chuckle. He couldn’t even bring himself to throw it away, it was so cute. So he washed it out and set it on his kitchen counter, eager to see what tomorrow’s coffee cup would say.
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“If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable? Really, (Y/N)?” Roman was now hitting you lightly on the shoulder while two other baristas were laughing along with him, as you held your head in your hands.
“I know Roman, I’ve been thinking about how dumb it was ever since he left. I just hope some freak accident happened and maybe he didn’t see it.” You muttered into your palms. He had shown up late for his usual coffee break, and you assumed immediately it was because you had scared him off.
One of the other baristas, June, patted your back supportively. “Who knows, maybe he just got caught up in traffic?” You and the other baristas winced as you all realized how terrible the situation was. Just as you were going to ask to take your break, the door bell jingled and in came Steve, his face shaded by a light coat of sawdust. He was wearing a fitted athletic t-shirt underneath an open hoodie and sweatpants, and while anyone else wearing the same ensemble would’ve earned nothing more than a shrug, the sight of him made you swoon a little inside. The other baristas went back to their usual work as he approached you at the counter, slightly out of breath.
“Did your afternoon jog take a while today?” You asked with a nervous smile. He huffed in return, catching the last of his breath before speaking. “Sorry, I got so caught up in fixing up my apartment that I completely forgot to stop by.”
You laughed as he ran a hand through his hair with a shy smile on his face. “You do realize you have no obligation to come here every day, right?”
“I know, but I figured if I didn’t come today, I wouldn’t get to see what’s written on my cup this time.”
You raised an eyebrow at his response. This was either make or break for you, and you made sure to test the waters before going too deep. “So you liked what I wrote?”
“Of course.” He said. “It was…really cute, and funny. It made me laugh.”
You smiled, a small breath of relief escaping you as you did. You began writing his name on the cup as you spoke. “Well, it’s my version of a Snapple lid I guess. Americano I’m guessing?”
“You got it.”
This order took a little longer as you brainstormed what to put on the cup today, but after a while, you thought of a new one-liner and penned it in your most script-like writing before filling the order and sliding it to him across the counter. “And there’s your Americano.”
“Thank you, (Y/N).”
You nodded as the blonde left in a hurry, eager to get back to his work. The other baristas practically had their jaws to the floor as they looked at you, a small triumphant smile on your face.
“Teach me your ways, Obi-Wan.” June said while giving you a side-nudge.
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Even though Steve didn’t have enough time to stay and draw like he usually did, he still made sure to stop by and grab a drink each day around the time you were working. Those one-liners were becoming his habit, and he began writing them down in his sketchbook to look over from time to time. (He realized very quickly that moldy cups were getting disgusting, and he wouldn’t have enough room for the paper containers anyways.)
They started off innocent, and worked their way to being more serious as days passed. His favorites?
Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile.
Can I take your picture to prove that angels exist?
Is your name Google? Because you’re the answer to everything I’m searching for.
If I were a cat I would spend all 9 lives with you.
Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.
Do you work at Starbucks? Because I like you a latte.
Steve didn’t want to admit it right away, but the first time he saw you, long before you took to writing back pick up lines and smearing his hands every day with black sharpie, he had feelings for you. He had just come out of the ice only months ago, and amidst the bustle and confusion of modern New York living, you were something of a constant for him. The first day he came in, he noticed your eyes. He felt like he was looking at the small latte art swirls he saw as he made his way in, so delicately made but attention-grabbing nonetheless. But then he ordered his drink and (in)conveniently spilled it onto you-but you didn’t even flinch.
“I do it all the time, don’t worry.” You said, immediately wiping your apron with a large white towel. “Are you alright, did it spill anywhere on you? I’ll make another, don’t worry about paying.” And from then on, all he could think about was how kind you were, and how it made him feel awake, really truly awake. He would come and visit for days afterward, watching as you talked to some of the older regulars who needed help ordering or wanted someone to talk to. He would catch you laughing with your coworkers, humming to yourself while you made drinks, even handling some rude customers with effortless grace. He was charmed, and nothing in the world could deter how he felt. But as he looked up from his sketchbook at his empty apartment and the moving boxes inside of it, he could think of nothing but how he wanted to go back to the coffee shop and never leave.
“Mornin’ Steve! Americano, coming right up.” You said as he walked in and leaned on the counter, and you noticed as you wrote that he was dressed differently than he had for the past few days, where he’d come in post-cleaning with a dirty face and some variation of the sweats/hoodie combo. His leather jacket was covering a skin-tight white tshirt, and he had a backpack on one shoulder that he dug through for a five-dollar bill. He smiled as he slid you the bill and you went to work, creating you final masterpiece. After talking with Roman, June, and the others, you had decided after three weeks of pick-up lines that it was time you asked him out. You finished adding the milk to the drink and putting a lid on top, and you slid it nervously to Steve, who thanked you with a smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but in a nervous rush, your words slid out of your mouth first.
“I know you usually read it after you leave, but if it’s ok with you, could you read it now?” You asked, realizing how completely obvious you were being.
He paused and nodded, muttering “sure” under his breath.
Steve-
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
I’m really bad at rhymes,
But I’d love to go on a date with you. –(Y/N)
When he finished reading, he couldn’t help but let the smile creep on his face. It gave you too much false hope, but you had some amount of faith telling you he would say yes.
“(Y/N) I’d love to, but…its just…I came down here to tell you I’m moving…today.”
Your breath got caught in your throat, and it took all your effort to breathe normally again. This was the lowest of lows-you had told yourself if he said no that you could handle that, so long as you still got to see him, but this…
“Oh…I’m sorry to hear that.” You said quietly.
“I just wanted to say I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed these, and that I’m going to miss you in DC.” His puppy dog eyes were killing you across the counter. You sighed deeply, digging your hands into your apron pockets. “I really like you, I have ever since the first day I saw you.” Now this had your attention-your eyes widened as he went on. “I was foolish not to say anything sooner. You’re a catch, (Y/N), nobody can replace you.”
Embarrassed, you ducked your head to the floor, unsure of what to say. “Thanks, Steve. I’m gonna miss you too.” You looked up at him as he began to back away, but you stopped him before he could take a step further.
“Look, this is going to sound weird but…I always wonder whoever comes here what their story is. Who they go home to, what they do for a living, what they don’t tell their family that they tell their therapist. I always wondered that about you-I made up all these ridiculous stories when you weren’t looking, if I’m being honest.” You shuffled from behind the counter to the front, so you were standing in front of him. “And even though I’ve known you for so long, I still don’t know anything about you. So I was just wondering-what’s your story, Steve? Who are you, really?”
Truth be told, the answer scared you. What if he was just some loser who worked as a door-to-door salesman or secretly sold drugs at night, or made counterfeit copies of famous art? Sometimes the illusion was a gift just as much as it was a curse. “I don’t need anything elaborate, just something to help me sleep at night. A last name, even.”
Eyes glistening with curiosity, he stepped closer to you until you were just inches from each other and without a word, he put a hand on your cheek and leaned down slowly, taking his time before kissing you lightly on the lips. When you parted, he stayed close to your face, looking into your eyes as he spoke in a low whisper.
“My last name is Rogers.” He said, looking down at your lips, and back to your eyes once more. “And I don’t have a story-I’m just Steve Rogers from Brooklyn.”
Realizing your time together was at a close, Steve stood back up and left with a shy wave before opening the door and walking down the street. You waved at him as he left, and only turned back to the counter once he was gone, walking straight into June’s arms as soon as you did.
“Aww hon, at least you know he liked you, too.” She said, rubbing your back affectionately.
Roman, on the other hand, was still shocked beyond belief. “Did he say his last name was Rogers??”
“Yes, Roman. He did.” You said into June’s shoulder.
“Do you realize that was Captain America? The superhero?” He asked you, pulling you out of your coworker’s embrace. Your eyes widened as you went through all your stories, finally finding out the mystery behind your one regular. Even though Roman and June were ecstatic, you couldn’t bring yourself to be excited.
“No, he wasn’t. He was just Steve from Brooklyn.” And you took a sip of the coffee he left before continuing your day, as if nothing had really happened.
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One year later
“(Y/N), someone outside is requesting you by name.” June said, handing you an order. Grumbling, you grabbed the drinks and the bakery deserts and carried them outside to the table June pointed out, where a man in a baseball cap sat by himself.
“I have an Americano, a Caramel latte, and two poppy seed muffins for-I didn’t get your name, actually.”
The figure under the baseball cap looked up at you, and the smile that resulted from the sight of those baby blues practically made your cheeks hurt. His matching grin only made you even more breathless.
“You’re late for your morning coffee, Rogers.” You said, grin still uncontrollably wide.
“I know, and I’m sorry about that.“ he said with eyebrows raised, his smile matching yours. “I was wondering if I could make it up to you, go on that date I owe you?” He gestured to the seat next to him. “I hope you like coffee.”
You sat next to him without even hesitating. “I think a coffee date would suffice.”
And as you sat and talked for what felt like forever, you couldn’t even begin to image the stories everyone who saw you was making up about the two of you.
Hi friends, here’s a master post for all of you on mobile and whatnot, let me know if this does or doesn’t work-thanks!
Pietro X Reader
“It was an accident” Part 1 , Part 2
There’s a first time for everything Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
“I could give you a massage?”
Just Desserts
Secrets don’t make friends Part 1, Part 2
Cat and mouse
“Come over here and make me”, “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”, “Wanna bet?”
Saltwater
Sleeping Beauty
Watermelon Smiles
This is how I leave you
Steve X Reader
“What the hell did you do?”
“I may have accidentally adopted five dogs”
“You don’t mind sharing a bed, do you?” Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Teacher Appreciation Day
Hi guys! Here’s a fic I wrote in honor of the hiatus being over, it’s a request I’ve had sitting in my inbox for waaay too long now. This was extremely fun to write, thanks to Marvel-At-Stucky for the request! Hope you guys enjoy!
Prompt: Hey hon! We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three years’ AU Pls write a steve x reader fic with this where they end up together in the middle of the fic and the rest is for you to decide. Enjoy! -xo
Pairing: Teacher AU Steve Rogers x Reader
“It’s not that hard, you can get caramel, mocha, hazelnut, ice cream, or dark chocolate espresso. And hurry up, I want to get some of the mocha before its gone!” Carolyn, your fellow third grade teacher was egging you on as you struggled to pick a morning coffee flavor. Normally, morning coffee wasn’t this stressful; break room coffee did its job, and you couldn’t really complain since it was one less thing you were spending your teacher’s salary on. However, it was a special day, and Carolyn (or any of the other overworked teachers for that matter) have no tolerance to wait around while you crave your average (cup of) joe.
With an exasperated sigh, Carolyn stepped in front of you and began talking to the exasperated barista on the other side of the coffee cart. “She’ll take a caramel espresso, large. And I’ll have the mocha with an extra shot.” Before you could argue, Carolyn pushed you towards the large box filled with Krispy Kreme doughnuts and croissants, and the waft of freshly-baked food shut you up for the moment.
“Hon, it’s teacher appreciation day, everyone’s walking around like they’re kings and queens today.” She picked up a vanilla sprinkle doughnut and took a vigorous bite. “And they don’t have time to wait for anyone.”
You rolled your eyes as she picked up your coffee and handed it to you, fully aware of what day it was. When you came to Clearwater Elementary School four years ago, you weren’t too sure why all the parents and students went all out for Teacher Appreciation Day, but you learned after the first time it happened to just enjoy it while it lasted. The next day, the very same kid who drew the two of you on the playground would dump glitter in your purse anyway, so your one day of la dolce vita should be well spent, in your opinion.
After that day, you kind of made a game of it anyways, thanks to the art teacher down the hall. He had only started at the school a few weeks after you, and truth be told, it took a while for you to actually start talking to him. Carolyn and a few of the more seasoned veterans of Clearwater were pushing for you to ask him out, but you were still adjusting and didn’t want to make your job any more difficult than it already was. You only talked to him when you dropped off your students for art class on Wednesdays, and occasionally in the break room, when you noticed him sketching some inanimate object in a small sketchbook he always carried with him. It wasn’t until that very first Teacher Appreciation Day where the two of you finally had a conversation lasting longer than five minutes.
You were sitting behind your desk, admiring all the gifts that you had accumulated throughout the day and organized in piles. Closest to you were all the snacks kids had made, from messy brownies that crunched a little too much when you bit into them, to homemade cookies and cake that clearly required parental help, and even some of your favorite candy. In the middle, you had a pile of small drawings and paintings-you noticed most of them came after art class, as most of them were pictures of you and some of your students as thumbprint painted characters. You were looking over one very detailed one of you and one of your favorite students when you heard the sound of footsteps at your door.
“They’re cute, huh?” He said, noticing that you were looking over the small thumb-print people.
“I thought this was one of your projects, Steve.” You replied with a smile.
“I’ll admit, I got it out of a book last minute. It turned out better than I thought, and not as messy, either.” He was looking around the room, his eyes lingering on the splash of color around him.
“I don’t think you’ve been to my classroom before, have you?” You asked.
He stepped inside, setting down the box in his hands on a desk before putting his hands in his pockets and looking around. “Not really-I never really get out of the art room to be honest.”
You didn’t really think before speaking, the words coming out of your mouth in a quirky reply; “Are you trying to say all those paint fumes are making you go crazy?” Normally, you wouldn’t make such a snarky comment around any of the other teachers, but something about Steve and the way he was admiring the room brought it out of you. He snickered, shaking his head with a 10-watt smile. “Yeah, something like that.”
You blushed, thankful it didn’t backfire. But not wanting to tempt anything, you changed the subject. “Is that your Teacher’s Day haul?’ You asked, pointing towards the box. He nodded, and you got up behind your desk as he showed you a few of his favorites. Most of his was student art-big surprise-but he also had a few desserts and some very expensive looking desk decorations as well. What he pulled out first, however, was a small mug-it was clearly a student project, with an uneven surface and a painted smiley face sun beaming down on a stick figure that must have been Steve holding a very large paintbrush. You smiled, looking over the details with a surprised expression.
“A second grader made this. Second. Grade.” He said, grinning ear to ear. The mug was even topped off with a Hershey’s bar inside, and even though Steve could only fit two fingers underneath the handle, he looked at it as though it was straight from Picasso’s studio.
“Oh yeah? Well wait til you see this-” You left and returned with a small icing bag of hot cocoa mix decorated as a reindeer, with googly eyes and a pom pom nose. “Clearly left over from Christmas, but still very cute.” And so it became a game, of sorts-who had the best presents, the most presents, etc.
You don’t know how long after the last bell rang that the two of you spent comparing gifts and talking about your favorite and least favorites in the third grade, but the sound of his phone ringing disrupted the happy moment. He picked up the phone and with wide eyes, hung up the phone. “Shoot, I forgot to pick up my girlfriend from work.”
You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart sunk a little-ok, a lot. He was cuter than you could’ve imagined, and after all those weeks of strategic avoidance in order to avoid being picked on by your fellow teachers, you thought maybe something good could come out of this. Oh, if only.
“Oh no, that’s not good.” In a worried haze, he began stuffing presents into the box, almost breaking them along the way. “Steve, don’t rush, you have time.” He paused, looked over, and nodded.
“Right, right.” When he finished packing and was just about to leave, he turned around and gave the room one more look over. “Thanks for chatting with me, I had a good time.” He started walking out again, but paused, and came back in. “I don’t know if you know this, but I don’t have a lot of friends here yet, and I’d really enjoy getting to know you. It’d be nice to have a friend.”
Torn between the disappointment you were trying to mask and the potential of a new friendship in your heart, you nodded and said you would like that, and that you had a good time too. And although you meant every word, that little shred of sadness didn’t seem to leave you, even after you made the reindeer hot cocoa back home.
You were thinking of this exact moment when you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up only to see Steve in a bright purple button down moving to sit down next to you. “Are you ready to have the title for ‘most presents’ taken away this year?” He asked with a grin.
“Oh good luck, Rogers.” You replied, taking a sip of your coffee, and making a nod to it afterwards. “I’ve already got a head start on presents, see?”
He laughed, pulling out his sketchbook for his daily morning sketch as he did. “Well, you’ll need it. I’ll see you at 3.”
Carolyn pulled you from your seat and the two of you made your way to the classroom to start the day, since the first bell was almost ready to ring. “He seemed awful excited to see you this morning-I haven’t seen him smile at anyone that much besides the kids.” She said, nudging you in the side.
“Carolyn, he just broke up with his girlfriend a few months ago. I don’t think he’s interested in getting back into a relationship anytime soon.” As much as you thought this was true, part of you was secretly thinking of asking him anyway. The other teachers encouraged it, in fact, and have been egging you on ever since you had revealed to them the news. Since he didn’t have anyone to go home to at the end of the day, he would stay at school much later than he needed to and work on planning projects for next week or make paintings and drawings for himself. He wouldn’t tell you this, but you figured it was just so he didn’t have to be at home, thinking of the break up. The other teachers began to worry, and since you were his best friend among the teachers, you eventually spilled the beans so that they didn’t confront him directly about it. He’d gotten better in the last few weeks, as he would go out with the other four male teachers in the building on weekends and would sometimes invite you to see movies or to dinner for an evening, so your worry had essentially disappeared for the time being.
“You’ll never know if you never try, ________. I’m just sayin’.” And with that, the two of you went your separate ways.
This year was unbelievable.
You thought your first year here was extravagant, but this year was…over the top. Some of the kids brought you framed pictures of the two of you on various school events, like Field Day and the school musical. One mother came in during lunch and brought you a deluxe basket, filled with hand-milled soap, lotion, and other gifts from Bath and Body Works. Even later on, the spelling test was interrupted by an Edible Arrangements delivery, of all things. You had to promise everyone a piece if they kept quiet and finished the quiz, although that didn’t quiet all the excited whispers of your students. As ridiculous as it was, you were thankful when the final bell ring, and even more relieved when you dropped off the last student to be picked up by their parents.
When you came back into your classroom, you thought about collapsing into your chair and taking a nap before going back to your apartment, but Steve was already waiting for you in your classroom. He was using a desk as a temporary chair while he examined the large drops of blue, yellow, and pink acrylic paint all over his shirt.
“Who was it this time?” You asked, pointing to his shirt.
“The fourth graders-they got a little too vigorous with the paints today.” He replied with a grin. “Ah well, could be worse. I was thinking about teaching them how to use to oil paint in the near future, but I guess I’ll just save that for the sixth graders.” You giggled as you brought over your own box to the desk he was sitting at, and the two of you began going over gifts.
“I hope you’re ready to lose the title this year, I got some great gifts.” He said, pulling out some larger than life drawings. You could tell by the names that they were made by first graders, and most of the drawings he shared had some version of him in his purple shirt. He was always really tall, too-granted, he towered over you, but to these little kids, he must have seemed like a giant. You could see this translated in the drawings, as a few of them drew Steve as tall as skyscrapers or trees in the background.
“Looks like someone really wants an A” He said, gesturing to the ornate picture frames with pictures of you and individual kids.
“You know, why doesn’t anyone think to give me a picture of the entire class? You never really see that as a gift, and that’s something I’d love to have.” You murmured.
The two of you kept going through gifts until almost an hour had passed and the final counts showed neither of you were the gift-receiving champion.
“Well Rogers, looks like I do loose my title after all. You did well…. for an art teacher.” You stuck your tongue out at your friend and he stuck his out in return before you began packing everything back into your box.
“Except…I think you forgot something.” You paused and looked up at Steve, who reached behind his back and pulled out a large bouquet of flowers in a vase, with a small card attached.
“Steve, what-“
“Happy Teacher’s Appreciation Day-from me, this time.”
The flowers were absolutely stunning-red, pink, white, and yellow roses beamed back at you, and you couldn’t even count how many there were. You were speechless, to say the least. “Wow, these are gorgeous, Steve.” You opened the card only to find there were two tickets to a local showing of Phantom of the Opera, and if you weren’t speechless before, you certainly were now. He stepped closer to you and you found yourself craning your neck upward to look at him.
“Look, _______, I might be grasping at straws, but I really like you. So much, it’s embarrassing. You’re one of my best friends but I hate being just friends and I would really like being much more than that.” You were still so shocked, uncertain what to say, and he must have taken it as rejection since he began to panic. “I mean, if you feel the same way, of course. If not, I-“
Seeing as words wouldn’t do the job anymore, you put one arm around his neck and leaned upward so that you were kissing. When you stopped, you couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto your face. “I’d love to be more than friends, too.” And he smiled back, leaning in for another kiss.
“I appreciate you.” He murmured in your ear. You laughed at his cheesiness, playfully hitting him on the arm as you did so.
Hi again! Soooo since I’m officially done with school for now, I thought i would catch up on the requests that have been sitting in my inbox for TOO DAMN LONG (I’m so so sorry!!) If anyone still keeps up with this, I will post them as they come and message those of you who sent me requests! If I finish and still have a want for requests, I may end up taking those as well. Ok happy Tuesday everyone! :)
‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot never mind please do come in’ AU
‘I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me’ AU
‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my purchases I swear I’m not using these for their intended purpose’ au
‘Why does this cost TEN DOLLARS THIS IS AN OUTRAGE’ AU
Hairdresser AU
‘You’re my regular customer and I’m in love with the feel of your hair’ AU
“Rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’ AU
Gift store AU
‘Why the fuck are you choosing that for a gift to your crush’ AU
‘You walk in and offer to pay me to wrap your gifts’ AU
Florist AU
‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’ AU
‘I work part-time in a flower shop and you keep asking me about what this flower means in flower language and I honestly don’t know so you end up giving me a lesson’ AU
Jewellery shop AU
‘You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you loaded to the gills what the fuck man’ AU
‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU
Coffee Shop AU
I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU
‘You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU
‘You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU
‘Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ AU
Bakery AU
‘Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your appearance but i still think that’s really cute’ AU
‘Every morning you walk in and inhale deeply then walk back out seriously just buy something already’ AU
Drug Store/Chemist AU
‘You embarrassedly place your items into the counter so I call a price check just to make you feel more awkward, but it turns out one of your items were actually overpriced’ AU
Bartender AU
‘You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink’ AU
‘I ask you to concoct something from all the ingredients on the list i gave you and it ends up tasting so horrible and wrong that i can’t stop laughing’ AU
Teacher AU
We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three years’ AU
'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU
Writer AU
I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m doing okay’ AU
Fast food Chain AU
‘You just ordered a smile and I look at you like you’re batshit insane before bursting out into laughter’ AU
‘You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone’ AU
‘We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you’ve prepared several empty bottles what the fuck’ AU
Corner Shop AU
‘I see you come in here every day to buy the same drink and one day I leave a message on the bottle’ AU
‘You run in looking really panicked and you ask for 6 gallons of milk why’ AU
Restaurant AU
‘You’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ AU
‘You’ve always been a good cook so I encouraged your start your own restaurant and seven years down the track you own one of the most successful businesses’ AU
Idol/Manger AU
‘I’m your manager and holy shit you have crazy fans’ AU
‘You’re an idol and you got the lead role in a romance drama and you practice at my expense’ AU
‘Can you please act appropriately do you know just how many of your fuck ups I’ve had to cover up last week’ AU
Firefighter AU
‘You’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ AU
“No that’s impossible how the fuck did you manage to get it to catch fire?!” AU
Sex Line Operator AU
‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU
‘I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ AU
And Finally:
You’re a drug lord and I think I’ve just walked into your drug den’ AU
“your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it” au
“we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” au
“i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways” au
“i’m a prince/ss and you’re my bodyguard and we’re so not supposed to bang but we kind of did anyways” au (bonus: limo sex is great sex)
princess diaries style “i grew up not knowing i was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me i was so now i guess i’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but i still have a crush on you” au
alternately, “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au
“i’m a prince/ss from a small country nobody’s heard of and i’m in college pretending not to be royal and you’re another student who’s always calling me out on my bs” au
“my country’s going through some issues so i’m here in hiding and you’re a civilian who lives in the same apartment complex as me” au
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