Steve: Who’s Turn Is It To Give An Inspirational Speech?

He wants to be your Valentine 🖤

Imagine: Bucky wants to be your valentine 💝

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Written on my phone.

Warnings: Fluff

Bucky met you a few weeks ago at an all night diner, the kind with cheap greasy food prepared by a grizzled chef, who's been around longer than you been alive, putting out meals that tastes better than any so called five star restaurant could ever make.

It had been raining that first night, the pattering on the glass window by your booth was mesmerizing, soothing.

You didn't notice him then but he noticed you.

You were tapping a French fry on your lips, eyes focused on the sheets of raining falling so hard they bounced on the ground.

He noticed your 'not quite a smile'-twist of your lips you gave to the man across from you. How you withdrew your hand when he touched you. He noticed how you slouched in the seat, deflating when he spoke to you. How the life seemed to drain from your eyes when you looked away from the window.

He came back the next night. You were back in the same booth wearing ceil blue scrubs, the man across from you in jeans and a hoodie. Your eyes landed on Bucky, catching him mid stare. Bucky felt embarrassed until you smiled at him. You stared back as if you were trying to place him, unable to break away until jackass across from you snapped his fingers in your face.

He listened to argument that followed, silently agreeing with everything you said. While he hates that you're upset and is more than willing to shove jackass through the window, you're holding your own, snapping off fiery retorts.

He likes that.

He likes you.

Two more nights pass, and he finds himself back at the diner, giving a not so nonchalant shrug when the waitress, Martha, according to her cracked name tag, gives him a knowing look and a " the food ain't that good, son."

He sits one booth closer. You're alone tonight, an open book beside your plate. More fries, more lip tapping. You must be at a good part in your book because you've been biting into that fry for five minutes now.

It's cute. He likes that too.

When Martha sets his food down a little too hard you look up at the clatter. He's staring again, he should work on that. He was the world's best assassin for 70 some years yet he keeps getting caught by you.

He kinda likes that. Cant say why.

The idea of you getting one up on him is intriguing.

You give him a shy smile, ducking your head before he can respond. He turns back to his food. You pick up your book.

Martha groans.

A few weeks pass, you stop by every night, sometimes in scrubs, other times in jeans or legging. He doesn't care. You're pretty in everything.

Every so often, he sits one booth closer. Each time, you look over the top of your book and stare. Waiting for something, the same thing he's waiting for. You both know yet it ends the same each time. He reads the menu for the hundredth time and you find a new fry to tap against your lips.

One night he was approaching the diner, he saw you in your spot with the same worn book in your hand. He didn't notice Martha forcing two truck drivers three times her size out of the booth next to yours.

She grabbed his hand before the door shut closed, the little bell still dinging when she pushed him down on to the smooth leather seats. She shoved herself next to him, grabbing the super soldier by the ear, hissing. "I dont have time for this, you go and talk to her tonight, you understand me son."

She's gone before he can respond. Your abrupt giggle is music to his sore ears-one of them very sore. It was a short and low noise but he heard it. He peers over the booth, chin sliding over cracked vinyl. There you are. Your face buried in the book, your cheeks puffed out as you try not laugh, your shoulders shaking. It's cute.

He really likes that. He wishes he could hear more of your laughter.

But he slumps back down. Ignoring the death glares from Martha. The chef, Frank, throwing up his stained apron before stomping back into the kitchen.

He's almost home when it hits him. Jerkface hasn't been back for a while now. Oh, he likes that. He loves that. Maybe. No. But then again, you might like him. No. Maybe. Things were easier in the 40's.

But they didn't make em like you in the 40's

The next night, the diner is the same except for the large tacky pink heart glued to the front door. Happy Valentines Day scrawled on the front in black sharpie.

Valentines Day.

His heart drops, you wouldn't be here tonight, you probably have a date. He turns to leave, searching his pocket for his keys.

"Oh no, you don't son."

Bucky can punch through a car without a second thought. Kick a man 60 feet in the air but he can't stop a chubby 5'1" old woman with arthritic hands from yanking him inside an even older diner.

She shoves him into your booth, startling both of you. Slapping her wrinkled hands on the table, pointing at him. "You talk to her today gahdamn it and that asshole she was dating made her cry." She leans her small chubby face into his, more threatening than anyone he's fought before. "You make her cry, ill kill you". She could, she really could.

Martha points that finger at you and you nearly flinch. "And you, get over that asshole, you were too good for him, good riddance, stop hiding behind this book, you and I both know you're not reading it and talk to him." She ends her rant with another slap on the table, taking your book from your hands.

With matching wide eyes, you both stare as she walks away, shouting, "and don't bother me, I'm not bringing you food until I feel like it."

Bucky turns back to you with a shaky breathy. He's rehearsed meeting you many times in his head, even planning it with Sam. This was not in any of his scenarios. He's trying not to panic. This is scarier than any battle. He drums his fingers on the table. You tap your toes on the edge on the booth, shaking your leg.

"Hey."

"Hey."

He thinks about what old him would say to you. Then again old him is gone and new him, well, he wants you to like new him.

"I'm James but friends call me Bucky"

You smile, a burst of literal sunshine, he can feel his face warming from it or it could be his nerves easing a bit, he really can't tell. Maybe a little of both when you say, "Hi Bucky."

He likes that. His name on your tongue.

He talks and listens, you do the same. A slow hesitant dance, both stumbling and stepping on each other until a rhythm clicks in place. Then you really talk, a conversation building, time nonexistent, secrets spill and he learns more about you than he imagined he would.

Then you laugh, he’s not sure how he did it but damn it he wants try again and see if works.

It does.

He makes you laugh again. And then again. Over a plate burgers that an ecstatic, kinda smug Martha slide in between you two during a debate over why he should upgrade his phone. A flip phone is not new tech, Bucky. What do you mean you only need to call people, that's not what phones are for anymore.

Then the topic winds around to jerkface and you sigh. A watery forlorn shimmer in your eyes, for a second he wonders if you miss him. Then you explain what he did to you with your best friend.

Bucky moves around to your side, putting his arm around you. You lay your head on his shoulder, whispering "some mess I am huh?"

He kissed the top of your head, "nah I think you're fantastic, doll." The endearment slipping out.

You like it.

"You don't know me," you protest as if you're not pushing your face closer to take a deeper whiff of his cologne.

"Then tell me about you," he retorts, "because I already like you,"

By the time, Martha deems you worthy of deserts, a piece of cake and slice of pie, one milkshake with two straws and a rather vulgar wink, you know him and he knows you.

"Happy Valentine's Day." He smiles with a smudge of whip cream across his kissable lips.

He promises to call you tomorrow and before you get home, your phone buzzes. "Good night, doll"

Another buzz by the time you get in bed. "You're right about the phone it took me 20 minutes to send you that text message."

The second date was spent an Apple store. The third at the movies, the forth was a walk in the park, an actual walk in the park-he's bit old-fashioned after all, the fifth was ambushed by his friends much to his indignation and your delight. By the sixth date, you were head over heels for him.

Martha and Frank invited themselves to your wedding before you had the chance to ask them. Actually before he even proposed they planned out the entire thing on an old menu and some napkins.

Each year you spend Valentines Day in your booth. With him. Over a plate of greasy fries and laughter.

don't go Nanamin don't go

me filling out kinktober requests on google docs:

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The Haikyuu Boys Walk

in on Miss Manager Changing

Karasuno x Female Manager; Fukurodani x Female Manager

Warnings: invasion of privacy (please always knock before entering), mentions of female clothing (bras, panties), staring, idk what else to put 🤣

AN: This is a request from Karasuno Anon! I love all my headcannons but this one made me giggle 🤣

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Karasuno

First off, it's the whole team who walks in 🤣

Literally a freaking trickle effect

🌟It starts something like this 🌟

It's almost the end of practice

You, Yachi and Kiyoko are talking and comparing notes while the guys finish up

Ukai tells you that you three can go change because the boys can handle the clean up

Plus, Ukai knows you deserve a break 👏🏻

On your way out, Kiyoko says she's going to make copies of the notes

Yachi asks to go along because why the heck not 😅

You decide to go ahead and change

You are in the midst of taking you pants off when you hear voices outside the door 👂🏻

You don't think much of it because the boys club room is right next door

That is 👀 until you hear the voices stop outside the door

Now, I know what your thinking 🤚🏻

It wasn't planned

Because it's not Tanaka and Noya, oh no no no it's Hinata and Kageyama 🤣

"Crappy-yama you are no better than the great king"- Hinata

"Shut up you human Tangerine! I'm way better than that loser Oikawa"- Kageyama

They are arguing about none other than the man, the myth, the legend himself 🙌🏻

Unfortunately they neglect the fact that they have stopped one door short 👀

As in, in front of the female changing room 👀

So when the door opens and you meet the eyes of Hinata and Kags

Oh boy 🤦‍♂️

First off, you reach to cover yourself

Let's say you were just in your bra and panties when they walked in

You 👉🏻 grab a towel and yell "what the hell you two get OUT!"

Hinata and Kags 👉🏻👁👄👁

You 👉🏻 STOP STARING AND GET OUTTT!!!

Hinata and Kags 👉🏻👁👄👁

Needless to say, you screaming did not affect them

But it did reach the ears of a few others

Tanaka and Noya come running 🏃‍♂️

No way is someone going to mess with their precious YN

They stop outside the door 🧍‍♂️ 🧍‍♂️ and gawk at you 😵😵

Literal jaws on the floor, drool flowing GAWK

you 👉🏻 WILL YOU ALL KINDLY LEAVE ME TO CHANGE IN PEACE

Hinata, Kags, Noya and Tanaka 👉🏻👁👄👁

You 👉🏻 I WILL PUNCH YOU ALL IN THE FACE IF YOU DO NOT LEAVE

message not received YN they just stare 😳

Luckily for you, Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita are not far behind

Not sure if that's luck or karma 😅

Daichi hears you shout and RUNS 🏃‍♂️ to see the 4 idiots starting at you

Daichi will freak

"STOP STARING AT YN SHES NAKED"- Daichi

"Yn's Naked? Jesus YN close the door!"- Suga

"I did close the door! Hinata and Kageyama walked in on me!"- you

"It was an accident! Kageyama distracted me"- Hinata

"I did not!!"- Kageyama

They literally break our into a fight in the doorway 🙄

You are still standing there in your towel

Ennoshita reacts and shoves a still gaping Tanaka and Noya out the door

Literally the door is shutting and Tanaka and Noya are just like

🚪 👁👄👁

Asahi is shouting apologizes through the door and Narita says they should get you a lock

Tsukki and Yams pull up and are unfazed

Literally this is like a daily occurrence

When Kiyoko and Yachi come back, Kiyoko steps over Hinata and Kags

Who are now rolling on the floor fighting 😅

"Did they walk in on you again YN?"- Kiyoko

Yachi just looks from you to Kiyoko

"They've done this before?"- Yachi

"It's a weekly occurrence"- you 🤣

You'll never know peace YN 🥰

Fukurodani

It's Bokuto

It's always Bokuto 🤣

Seriously, the whole team has to be on top if their game simply because of Bokuto

They have no other choice

You're the newest manager for the powerhouse known as Fukurodani

And also Bokuto's babysitter

Seriously, we've established this before

You were strictly hired to care for Bokuto

He is simply too much work for Akaashi 😅

However, Bokuto has now developed a slight attachment to you YN

He literally can't go 1 hour without seeing you

You've become the mans muse YN 🥰

He's so freaking cute and I'm so jealous 😭

Anyways, it's late and practice is coming to an end

Bokuto has been going an hour on his spikes and it's time to shut 👏🏻 it 👏🏻 down 👏🏻

"Bokuto sweetie it's time to put the volleyballs away now"- you

"Yn noooo" Bokuto 🥺

Akaashi doesn't understand but he trusts the process 😅

"Bo, you know you'll hurt yourself if you keep going. Hey how about this? We walk home together and stop for something to eat?"- you

This man is food driven and I needn't say more 🍙

So while Bokuto is running around cleaning up the gym because he has so so SO much energy

You tell Akaashi you're going to change and will meet him and Bokuto out front

Akaashi hears this, comprehends this and files it away

Bokuto does not hear this, comprehend nor file anything 🤣

So when Akaashi is headed to the changing room with Bokuto

Bokuto suddenly gets a great idea

"Akaashiiii let's go for Ramen!!! I love that idea! I'm going to tell YN right now!"- Bokuto

It takes .03 seconds for Akaashi to realize what Bokuto is about to do

Unfortunately for him, it only takes Bokuto .029999 seconds to act 😂

The door to the girls changing room SLAMS open

There you are, standing in a towel right after your shower 🚿

It's a classic case of 🎶 when he looks at me, and I look at him and he looks at me, AND I LOOK AT HIMMMM 🎶

Bokuto 👉🏻🤪😐😳😲

You 👉🏻 BOKUTO WHAT THE HELL

Akaashi will literally cover his eyes, pull Bokuto out by the collar of his shirt and shut the door

All while his hand covers his eyes 🙈

Mans is exceptional 💅

Bokuto will just stand there staring at the door

Legit this is the first time he realized you were a girl, like an ACTUAL girl 🤣

"Bokuto you can't just run into the girls changing room! That's such a huge violation of privacy!"- Akaashi

Bokuto is still staring at the door

"Come on let's go get changed and then you can think of a way to make it up to YN"- Akaashi, now staring to walk away

"Bokuto are you coming?"- Akaashi, turning around to see Bokuto STILL STARING AT THE DOOR 🚪

"Akaashi..."

"Yeah..."

"I think Im in love" ☺️ Bokuto

Well, at least Bokuto's emo modes are taken care of for the foreseeable future

All thanks to YN 🤗

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄

written by kageyuji

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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — Akaashi has had a crush on you from the moment he met you; the most he ever acted on those feelings was when he became your best friend. Bokuto didn’t think it would have caused so much trouble to introduce you to Kuroo.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Kuroo x Reader x Akaashi

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Friends to lovers, angst

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: jealousy, hints at underage drinking, sexual jokes/innuendos, swearing

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: they/them

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: finished

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 \|/ 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩

chapter 1 ‣ the past

chapter 2 ‣ empathy is wisdom

chapter 3 ‣ timezones

chapter 4 ‣ akaashi’s foot kink

chapter 5 ‣ y/n is bread

chapter 6 ‣ ground rules

chapter 7 ‣ promise

chapter 8 ‣ not a drill

chapter 9 ‣ one of you

chapter 10 ‣ a chance

chapter 11 ‣ bzzzzz

chapter 12 ‣ breaking point

chapter 13 ‣ annie wahyze

[AKAASHI] [KUROO]

chapter 14 ‣ goodbye chapter 14 ‣ i shan’t

chapter 15 ‣ did i ask? chapter 15 ‣ arson

chapter 16 ‣ visible anxiety chapter 16 ‣ ty

chapter 17 ‣ telling him chapter 17 ‣ ice cream

chapter 18 ‣ wrong picture chapter 18 ‣ whore

chapter 19 ‣ found it chapter 19 ‣ leg surgery

chapter 20 ‣ better chapter 20 ‣ promise (pt 2)

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

I cannot express to you how heartbroken and absolutely livid I am. The fact that there are literal tears in his eyes, and you can see how broken and hurt he is by all of these shitty, ugly people spreading shitty, ugly late, is completely unacceptable. For him and for anyone even remotely close to going through the struggle of your own body fighting against you.

Acne is uncontrollable. It hurts. It’s annoying. The desperation that it can bring to just get rid of you can ruin your fucking day, week, or month if you let it. But it’s also: NORMAL. Everyone and their MOM gets acne, or has had some sort of breakout. It’s a part of life. It doesn’t matter how old or young, rich or poor, dirty or clean you are, it: happens. It’s a normal bodily function. The pores build up and betray us and there’s nothing we can do but treat it and give it it’s due time.

The works is light years beyond what it was before, but it’s still so shitty and so much more extensive now. To search your own name on Twitter and see those auto filled results has to be gut wrenching, and we know how strong Ethan is but I know he’s putting on a brave face for all of us becuase he wants to make a better impact with it. Even then, he’s worried about the people he cares about, the people he can help, before himself. He’s better than me. He’s too nice for blurring out that person’s name. Too respectful. That just proves the kind of man he is.

But the glossiness of those hazel eyes I’ll never forget and I’ll never forgive. If you’ve ever put someone down for their complexion, you’re the scum of the earth and you’re the ugliest of us all. Yes there’s bumps on his face but he’s still the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the most beautiful soul I’ve ever encountered. He makes this world a better place, and he gives me hope for those kids that are younger and that are going through this and that are malleable and can understand that it’s okay to embrace our imperfections and that beauty isn’t skin deep after all.

Ethan, you’re gorgeous. You’re strong. You’re amazing. You’re a hero. I keep saying that. Keep that heart of a lion roaring inside you. The world needs it.

To the best of us. Cheers. #EthanDolanIsBeautiful

actually i love growing older and learning how i work as a person like realizing what kinds of fabrics feel best on my skin or what brand of yogurt i like best or how I want to be touched. watching myself change, enjoying brussel sprouts when I used to hate them as a child, understanding why I got angry in that one conversation 10 years ago… there are so many mysteries inside me that i have yet to unravel and there will always be more and sometimes i think maybe its all worth it

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"Y/N. Your shoe is untied."

Finishing the lollipop with a loud crunch, you turn to Megumi with a carefree smile, as you swing the convenience store bag, watching as he throws away his bottle of water.

"I know!"

Megumi shook his head with exasperation and quickly pushed you out of the way as a car flew past, a scowl of annoyance on his face as he made sure to walk to the side where the cars passed by.

"Y/N. Tie your shoe or else you're going to trip and a car will run you over."

Idly glancing down at the untied shoe, you shrug and keep walking, with Megumi carefully making sure that you are on the safe side of the sidewalk, his eyes lingering on your face for a second too long, before forcefully tearing his eyes away.

And sure enough, a few seconds later you did trip.

Not sure on what, but on something.

Probably air.

"Jeez Y/N. I told you."

Reaching an arm to tug you towards him, his soft touch caused shivers as he wrapped a hand around your waist to steady you. Looking down at you with an annoyed glare on his face, he let go and quickly kneeled on the ground, picking up your shoe and putting it on his knee. He deftly tied it in a double knot before patting it and putting your shoe on the ground.

"Stop looking at me like that."

You innocently smile at him, watching as he looks down at you with a half-assed scowl, not noticing the slight tinge of pink falling across his cheeks.

"Like whatt?"

And with a roll of his eyes, Megumi began walking, hearing the tap, tap of your footsteps as you ran to catch up to him.

"You'll be the death of me i swear..."

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