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creamymilkk · 2 years

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⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 🎒 Different Type Of Love 🎒 .♡

“Come on, come on and take me home. Please stay with me and don't you leave me alone. You drive me wild.”

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and F!Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Fanfiction.

× &﹕Summary: You and Vance are head over heels for each other without either of you even realizing it. Until Vance fell. Literally.

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): First Chapter of my fanfic! This is the playlist for the fanfic, so I do say to listen to the playlist while reading it. There’s some 70’s slang, here are the meanings “Don’t flip your wig! = Don’t be upset.”Casanova = a lady’s man” “foxy mama = a hot looking woman” “Later days = A form of saying ‘Goodbye.’” (proof read by @/alex-whitley-187)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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The one girl Vance always found very interesting always caught his attention. The blonde curls on his head and the beautiful blue ocean eyes of his made many girls fall in love with him on sight. Then there's his tendency to pick fights with anyone, no matter where or who they are. The way he truly never cared who he was fighting. Everyone knew him.

With all that, surely he could talk to a girl, right? Nope. He could never talk to you. Sure, he’ll stare at you. In class, in the hallways, in the lunch area, even when walking home. He just… like, loves you. I mean could anyone really blame him? It’s you. There was nothing he didn't love about you. With your beautiful silky smooth hair that shines in the sun, and your beautiful smile that warms everyone's heart. With how your hips swing when you walk, not to mention how sweet and kind you are. You’re perfect in his eyes. In terms of cheesiness, Vance is not the type who would think about these things. He just couldn’t help it, you’re truly his dream girl… but he always thought a girl like you would NEVER like a guy like him. Though… there’s always a small part of him that thought maybe you two had a future together.

You, on the other hand, always see Vance. I mean, everyone in town knew who he was. You already knew that he always gets into fights. You already knew how he has girls drooling all over him. Oddly enough, you never saw him go out with any of them, something that seemed weird to you. I mean he does look like the type that would just go out with a different girl Every. Single. Day. Just like the other girls, you also had a tiny (huge) crush on Vance. I mean how could you not find him at least somewhat attractive? You loved everything about him. Vance and you do live pretty close so you will always see him outside of school. Which for you is such an amazing opportunity to see how handsome he is. If he ever found out that you always look forward to seeing him he’d probably think you were weird. He probably already thinks that you’re a weirdo. I mean you already knew that there’s no way that Vance is the type of guy that would like a girl like you. But a girl can dream.

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1978

Your normal routine was to wake up, eat, go to school and sleep, then do it all over again. Nothing interesting ever really happened to you. I mean sure, you sometimes hang out with your friends, but those times quickly ended almost as soon as the conversation started.

It’s not that you dislike them. No, no, no, that’s far from it. It’s just, you didn’t know how to hold up a ‘normal’ conversation, though they do try to talk to you. They do try, but you kept pushing them. You just have that horrible habit.

But somehow someone did break that habit of yours. Jennifer. She really tried her best to be around you and be close to you.

She basically became your only friend, one that you somehow didn’t push away. That was one of your many problems. But as of right now, you were getting ready to head off to school. Your mom wasn’t here today, she was off at work. You quickly went outside and started to head off to school, only one thing, or person, can make your day.

That special person was… Vance Hopper. Yes, the guy with the puffy blonde hair. The one with anger issues. I mean, insult him in some way and you were on the ground with a broken nose, broken arm, and covered in blood. Yes, that Vance Hopper.

That handsome guy. He always walked in the same way, everyday. Which made you so happy! Walking to school? Yeah, that totally sucks ass. Walking to school, BUT stare at a cute guy? That made it all better.

Since you were just thinking about him, he appeared at the corner of the street right in front of you. You could only see his back and his curly blonde hair bouncing with every step. With his denim blue sleeveless jean jacket, white shirt, tight bright jeans that got wider at the bottom, and brown boots. You always adore how he dresses.

You arrived at school before you knew it. Then he was off with his own little friend group. You sighed. When you entered the halls there were so many people talking and crowded together, a few random couples making out in-front of their lockers.

Until you saw your own friends, like you said before you kinda had a habit of pushing away your friends. Well not just your friends, maybe some other people. You just couldn’t help it. They didn’t say anything since they had just given up on talking to you. Until you saw your Jennifer.

“Hey girlfriend! So how was your little walk to school?” She said while wiggling her eyebrows, clearly knowing what she was saying with that.

“Oh hush, it was boring like usual.” You say while dryly laughing.

“If you say so.” Jennifer said while closing her locker. “Are you still up for going to the diner?”

“Sure! After school, right?” You said.

“Yup, but you’re paying this time. Right now I have a dollar to my name.” She said while laughing.

“Right, Right. I guess it is my turn.” You answered while smiling.

“It totally sucks, too. I really wanted these cute shoes I was looking at.” she replied with a hint of sadness.

“Don’t flip your wig!” You rejoiced, smiling at her.

“Yeah, I guess you're right. Plus, that shows I need to be more careful with my money, '' Jennifer sang, laughing.

Just then the bell rang.

“I really should get going. If not, Mr. Smith will kill me for being late. Again.” You say with a sigh.

“Gosh, his class is so boring! Okay, cya.” Jennifer spoke while walking away.

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“Then he said I was late again?! Like sorry Mr.Smith, I just hate your boring class!” You ranted, chewing your lunch.

“Right?” Jennifer commented while eating her own lunch. “Anyways, you know Jerry right?”

“Uhh, yeah. The football guy?”

“Well, guess what?” The girl marveled grinning ear to ear. She placed her fork down and clapped her hands together.

“You know I'm bad at guessing.” You said while giggling at her.

“Yeah, you're right. Okay, so Jerry asked ME OUT!!” She beamed while shaking her hands and giggling.

“No way! I’m so happy for you!” You chimed. You stopped eating and looked into her eyes that were full of happiness and excitement. You really did feel so happy for her.

“So… enough about my love life.” She spoke while giggling, a higher pitched sound than before. You knew what she was going to say. When Jennifer does that you knew she was going to say something that you won’t like. “Did you ever try to talk to Vance?” Jennifer asked with a devilish grin on her face.

“Pfft, no! He probably has a girlfriend or is already talking to some girl…”

“What? No! Vance is too busy with his dumb game. He literally just got into a fight over that game.” Jennifer grumbled, rolling her eyes.

You already knew about the fight, since basically everyone has been talking about it for the past week. “I know, but every girl in town has a crush on him!”

“Maybe you can be the lucky one. Hm?” Jennifer said giggling and giving a goofy smile. “Vance, oh Vance! Your hair looks like a poodle and I love it!” She mimicked your voice and put hand to her forehead when she said the last part.

“Oh, hush! Most people have better ears than my mom!” You stated, trying not to laugh at her antics. “Right, sure.” she said, smirk still on her face.

“Plus, Vance is a Casanova. I mean just look at him!” You say while daydreaming about him. “That’s true but you're a foxy mama.” Jennifer joked while winking at you.

“Oh shut up you!” You said laughing at her comment. “Hey! It’s true.” Jennifer added while smiling brightly at you she was truly the best at making you smile.

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“Later days!” Jennifer spoked as she threw a peace sign at you. “Yeah see you later.” You replied while you were walking out of school. Playing with your hair you couldn’t wait to go with Jennifer to the diner later, though you still need to go and get your money.

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Vance walked quickly to catch up to her just to at least see her. One day you were walking a few blocks in front of him and he saw you playing with her hair. He was taking every little detail about you, the way your hair flew in the wind.

The way your hips swayed as you walked he really liked the outfit you were wearing today, it just made you look even more beautiful. He kept looking at you with basically hearts in his eyes.

Not looking at the ground since he was too busy looking at you. He fell on the hard Concrete floor. He grunted while letting out a small ‘fuck’. He saw you turn around looking right at him.

His checks turned into a light pink color. He saw you walking towards him. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ He really wished this wasn't how you were really going to talk. All of his thoughts were quickly stopped, when you offered your hand to help him up. You giggled just a bit. He loved the way you giggled, “Hey, are you okay?” “I was better.” He said his cheeks were still light pink. “What’s your name?”

“It’s Vance… Vance Hopper.”

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Mini Series - Different Kind of Love

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Single Mum! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha cold ways start to warm up.

Overall Warnings: Dark Themes, Mentions of SA, Pregnancy Talk, Drugs, Violence, Being Drugged, Language Warning, Mentions of Depression & Kidnapping.

If I missed any, please let me know!

Chapters -

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII 1/2

Part VII 2/2

One Shots -

CEO of Christmas - READ THIS FIRST!

Drabbles -

Bottle of Wine - can be read before Part IV

Nightmares

A Little Bit Of Fun

Missed Calls

Questions

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All discussions can be found with the #different kind of love tag x

Taglist -

If you'd like to be tagged for this, please leave a comment!

Notes -

I'll be posting the first chapter then the others once they are completed so save you all from waiting too long!!

#natahsa romanoff #natahsa romanoff x reader #fanfiction #black widow #marvel #different kind of love

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pinkseas · 1 year

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girls who r so in love

#idk !!!! idk #im sleepy #they make me smile so much #i love talking to them i love being around them #i love spending time with them in any way #and i love my friends so so so fucking much in every way its just. different #different kind of love #god. holds them both in my arms so close #alyalyoxenfree

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moocowmoocow · 1 year

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Between the world and me Tell me, what will it be? Who do you love? Tell me, who do you love

#tonight's song #adia victoria #different kind of love

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star-shard · 1 year

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Dropping a new chapter of Different Kind of Love today, get ready for some sexual healing 🙌

#Elvis #Elvis fanfiction #Different Kind of Love

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hansoeii · 4 months

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The Doctor!

#casting ncuti gatwa as the doctor gotta be one of the greatest casting decisions ever #can't wait to deeply fall in love with him #also yes I did add my cat to yet another doctor who fanart #minka deserves to be the doctor's companion #I think we can all agree on that #this is a different kind of self insert #doctor who #15th doctor #doctor who fanart #15th doctor fanart #doctor who christmas special #ncuti gatwa #my art

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crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington · 1 month

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different POV of this comic

#ethan winters #karl heisenberg #wintersberg #resident evil #resident evil fanart #rebhfun #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #i dont think karl would ever be the kind of guy to outwardly verbally say “i love you”#not to say he DOESNT love ethan #he just has a lot of trouble saying those three words out loud lol #he shows his love in a different way but i think its hard sometimes #had a conversation with my friend and i think if ethan and karl were to get into a argument karl woul definetly not apologize #he would definetly feel bad and sulk a lot #but i dont think he would ever bring himself to say hes sorry #hes a little too arrogant and emotionally stunted to do that #sorry i like thinking about all the aspects of relationship dynamics #hed apologize by making ethan a robot that kills people who r mean to him IDK LOL

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drbtinglecannon · 1 year

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The way in Knives Out that the entire Thrombey family constantly subjected Marta to racism for years ranging from micro aggressions to outright threats of deportation, that she knew all their fucked up dirty laundry and how they all were constantly exploiting Harlan's wealth, that they excluded her from Harlan's funeral and each blamed everyone else for it, and that they immediately dropped all pretenses of condescending civility when the will was read, yet she spent almost the entire movie sympathetic of them and wanting to gift them the fortune Harlan left her before finally standing up for herself in the last hour

The way in Glass Onion that Helen outright hated the entire "disrupters" group for at least ~10yrs before the movie even took place and made her opinion explicitly known, that her acting as her twin sister being jilted was so easy to maintain because she hated the entire group so much, that she didn't at all humor their extremely conditional "comradery" with her cause against Miles, and that in the end when everything was said and done she didn't stick around to watch them all turn on each other because it didn't matter anymore if they did or didn't

Marta's kindness got her the house.

Helen's justified fury burned Miles' down.

#knives out #glass onion #glass onion spoilers #thinking so hard how marta was personally treated like dogshit by the thrombeys for years & kept being gracious to them over their behavior #vs helen showing up absolutely pumped to ruin the disrupters lives bc they treated her sister poorly & 1 of them must've been her killer #marta got the house helen burned it down. blanc gave marta the closure that she was kind & a good nurse. blanc gave helen the literal #fuel to destroy miles' empire. i just love it theyre both incredible & so different #tc posts

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inkskinned · 11 months

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one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

#writeblr #i was doing a lot with high school students. over and over again #other teachers kept asking me what i was doing differently - why the kids listened to me. i am not particularly foreboding #and i have a pretty firm personal policy of never reacting in anger #godhelpme.#i was always kind of taken aback #because in general the kids were pretty easy. i explained i needed to keep everything “PG-13” because this was my workplace #and it was kind of their workplace #too. besides #i love swearing #and since i couldn't swear #neither could they - so if they were going to say “fuck” or become violent #they needed to choose a really specific time #because we only get “the one”.. sure enough - nobody wanted to waste the one very specific “fuck” utterance. kids listened.#i think just because - that rule makes sense. the kids understand that i don't want to be unfair to them #that censorship is stupid #but that i'm under these rules too so like let's ride it out together #also i look young and tbh between me and u nobody wants to make the nice english teacher cry #the way these kids defended me to their friends was really genuinely so heartwarming bc the Grouchy Frat Boy #would be like MISS RAQUEL DOESN'T DESERVE THAT KIND OF AN ATTITUDE BRO DON'T TALK BACK TO HER

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mari-lair · 3 months

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All the desmonds have been introduced!

This family makes me insane.

#sxf #spy x family #spy x family spoilers #sxf spoilers #melinda desmond #damian desmond #demetrius desmond #denovan desmond #caught up with the manga! and i adore them!!#very different kind of love for the main family but it scratch an itch #tumblr please show it in the tags i love you

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comradekatara · 2 months

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ty lee is by far the most underrated atla character imo. as far as minor principal players, it’s easy to disregard her as the least fleshed out fire nation kid, the most underdeveloped. her role as a foil to any of the main characters is vague, and many people just assume she’s there to bring some sort of levity and humor to azula’s plotline. she’s dismissed as the pretty ditzy girl, or even (shudders) “the bimbo.” but when you actually make the effort to consider what we do see of her, to extrapolate from her few yet crucial scenes anything regarding her underlying motivations, you quickly realize that one of the most layered, multifaceted, compelling, intriguing, ambiguous, and perhaps even straight up insane characters in the entire show has been hiding in plain sight all along. and also that that’s the entire point.

#SHE DIDNT JUST FOOL AZULA (& al) SHE ALSO FOOLED US! THE AUDIENCE!!!#or well. most of you. not me tho im different #ty lee #I love you commentary on femininity and power dynamics girl #it feels like only mailee and tyzula shippers actually give a shit abt her #(tysuki shippers too i guess)#but even individually she is just. SO fascinating!!!!#masks & performance & acrobatics & taking you down from the inside!!!!!#I need to write an actual longass character analysis of her someday #I know I already kind of did but it was pretty shallow iirc #I think I can go deeper.

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creamymilkk · 2 years

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⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 🥤 Different Type Of Love 🥤 .♡

Call me (call me) my love . Call me, call me and we'll take a ride call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me in to overtime Call me

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and F!Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Fanfiction.

× &﹕Summary: You got a official date with Vance Hopper

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): Chapter 2!! The amount of love I’m getting is crazy! So 2.3k words :) I recommend listening to the playlist while reading.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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“It’s Vance…Vance Hopper..” he said, still on the floor. ‘Why did you ask him for his name?! That was so dumb of you already knew his name.’

Your thoughts were quickly cut off short when he grabbed your hand and pulled himself up off the ground. “So are you okay?” You asked him.

“Other than my butt stinging. Yeah… I’m okay.” He joked. You laughed at his comment. You didn’t know what to do, you're not good with conversations!

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay.” You said to him turning your back towards him. Slowly walking away wishing you had talked with him a bit longer.

“Hey! Wait a second.” You turned around seeing Vance quickly walking to you. “Do you ever want to hang out?” He asked, looking at you.

‘Is he trying to ask me out?’ you questioned yourself. You almost said ‘yes!’ Keyword. Almost. Until you remember you already had plans.

“Uh maybe another time. I already have plans.” You answered. He kinda looked a bit sad when you said that. Which made you hate yourself for saying that.

“Or..” he looked a bit confused but brightened a bit. You took out a piece of paper and a black pen and handed the paper and the pen.

“Or you could write down your phone number and we could plan out when we can hang out?” You stated well mostly preyed that he would do that. “Yeah sure.”

Vance took the paper and pen then wrote down his phone number. Then quickly handed it to you “I will call you when I have time. Have a great day Vance.” You said to him.

You quickly walked away with a radiant smile and bright red checks. you couldn’t believe you had the Vance Hopper phone number. He wanted to hangout with you.

You could’ve shouted out of happiness, you couldn’t wait until you could call him. You opened the paper.

‘***-***-**** i can't wait until we can officially hang out :) - V.H’ you went scarlet red. His handwriting was messy, sure. But it was Vance's handwriting.

You sighed happily then you realized that you needed to go with JENNIFER AT THE DINER! You almost forgot after talking to Vance. You quickly ran home to get the money and at least try to look better.

“Color me your color, baby. Color me your car Color me your color, darling I know who you are.”

You already heard the music playing inside, the diner was a light colorful baby blue color. With some baby pink color in some places.

There were many people in the diner since it was a very popular hang out spot, for people of all ages.

You walked inside and you already saw your friend. Jennifer is sitting in one of the booths, already seeing the menu. You walked up to her.

“Hey Jennifer, sorry for being late.” “I literally thought you stood me up!” Jennifer said, looking up to you.

You just nodded and sat cross from her, “so why are you late? You normally are always on time.” She stated.

“Oh well it’s becau-“ You were quickly interrupted.

“Hello my name is Jenny. Are you two ladies ready to order?” A lady asked both of you, she was wearing the diner’s uniform.

A bright blue baby dress with a baby pink apron with some white in her dress. She had her hair in a bun, with bright red lipstick that stood out. The lady named Jenny had a smile on her face when she was looking at you and Jennifer. With a notepad so she can write down whatever you two were going to order.

“Two milkshakes! A vanilla one and..” Jennifer said while looking at you for an answer.

“Uh..a strawberry one please.” You spoke.

The lady named Jenny wrote down what you two said, looking up from her notepad. She looked at you both.

“Coming right up!” She quickly walked away from your guy's table.

“Come up off your color chart. I know where you're coming from.”

“Anyways, why were you late?” Jennifer repeated her question.

“Oh right!” You said looking brighter, you slowly started smiling.

In all honesty you couldn’t wait to tell Jennifer what happened with you and Vance. It was a dream come true, the fact you got Vance Hopper phone number. And the cherry on top was he wanted to hang out with you. Yes you!! You couldn’t believe it.

“So you know me and Vance always walk in the same direction for school?” “Duh, you told me already.” Jennifer replied.

“So basically he asked to hang out and he gave me his phone number!” You quickly told her.

It was so quickly that Jennifer couldn’t even process what you even said. Thankfully she did.

“Call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me any, anytime.”

“No way! No fuc-“ Jennifer was cut off by the server.

“There are you two milkshakes.” She spoke while sitting down with your guys milkshakes on the table.

“Is that all?” “Yeah that’s all.” Jennifer answers to her quickly, trying to make her go away.

The server just smiled and walked away, “Anyways! NO FUCKING WAY!!” She smiled at you. You can totally know she was so happy for you. She was grinning ear to ear giggling like a little girl.

“He totally has eyes on you, I mean Vance never gives out his number.” Jennifer stated she was right, Vance never gives out his number. Since he doesn’t really asks girls, all he does is try to beat his score on Pinball.

“Well I don’t know if he has eyes on me, for sure.” You added a straw inside of the milkshake and took a sip of your strawberry milkshake.

“Oh come on! It’s just the lowdown.” Jennifer said, also sipping her milkshake.

“Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive. You can call me any day or night.”

“Maybe he just wants to be friends?” You spoke looking at her. You did really think he just wanted to ‘hang out’ and you just got the wrong idea. I mean why you? There are many prettier girls that already have a crush on Vance. But a small part of you really thinks he asked you out.

“Wait what did the paper say?” “Oh here!” You took out the paper that had the number.

Jennifer laughed a bit “Jeepers creepers! He has such horrible writing.” She said while putting the paper down.

You laughed too “I know right!” “Okay how about this. We do a little sleepover and call him?” She said with a smirk.

“Maybe you two can ‘officially hang out’” Jennifer stated like how Vance wrote in the paper.

You smiled “That would be amazing!” You saw Jennifer smile “awww! You really do wanna hang out with him.” “NO WAIT I MEANT THE SLEEPOVER!”

Jennifer laughed hard “I know! I know! Just call your mom if that’s okay. There’s a phone next to the entrance.” She started drinking her milkshake.

“Call me. Cover me with kisses, baby. Cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets.”

You headed to the phone and put in your mom's phone number for work. Your mom quickly picked up.

You spoke before she could. “Hey mom, I was wondering if I can stay overnight with Jennifer.” You said.

“Of course honey! That would be perfect since I have the Night Shift.” “Okay thanks mom.” You spoke nicely.

“Stay safe.” Then your mom hung up. “I wish you talked to me like that.” Jennifer giggled, you turned around.

“Oh shush!” You laughed.

“I'll never get enough. Emotions come, I don't know why. Cover up love's alibi. Call me (call me) on the line.”

You two walked back to Jennifer's house, the sky already dark and you could see the stars in the dark blue sky. Jennifer unlocked her front door and opened it.

“Your parents aren’t home?” “Nope, they needed to go with my aunt or something.” She answered you with a smile.

You two headed for Jennifer's bedroom, you had already been in her room before. She has a bright and sort of dark yellow wall, with many different types of posters. With different brands and people like the ‘Runways’, ‘Blondie’, ‘The Go-Go’s’, etc. Her room was a mess but still clean at the same time. On her floor, there were magazines, different types of books, and some make-up scattered around.

It was very different from your room. There was a table with a mirror with different kinds of makeup all around. She also had magazines about different places she likes loved to read about. The room smelled like Coca-Cola and strangely enough like sweet food. On her bed there were plushies and on the bedside table was a phone.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to clean my room,” Jennifer said with a bit of embarrassment in her voice.

“Don’t worry about it. I don't mind at all.” You replied. I mean, in all honesty, you didn't care. It's her room, not yours.

You sat down on her bed while Jennifer was going to her Vinyl. Going through a box with records. “Any recommendations?” she spoke with a sweet smile on her face.

“Nope, it's up to you,” you replied, getting a magazine that was right next to you.

“Okay!” Jennifer answered sweetly, grabbing a record. The record quickly started, you remembered this song from the diner quite fast.

“Color me your color, baby Color me your car. Color me your color, darling I know who you are.”

“Wait Jennifer did you pick this from the diner?” you questioned her without looking at her, you have a small smile on your face.

All she did was nod while mumbling the lyrics, you still had the magazine in your hand and you turned it around. It was some sort of boy band? There were three boys in total. The first boy was in the middle with long blonde hair sitting down, the second one was on the right side standing with short brown hair, the third boy was on the left side with jet dark black hair looking kinda mad.

“I see you have taste.” Jennifer spoke sitting on the bed next to you.

“I totally think the black hair boy would be a nice kisser.” She said, smirking and giggling.

“Really? He looks like he hates life.” You laugh pointing at his face.

“I bet you like the blonde one.” She replied giggling winking at you.

“Come up off your color chart. I know where you're coming from. Call me (call me) on the line.”

You didn’t understand what she was trying to say until you looked at him again. His hair kinda looked like…

Vance’s hair.

You blushed hard “w-what! No.” You said, shaking your head.

“Aww someone’s blushing,” Jennifer said cheekily.

“Wait!” Jennifer spoke rather quickly, her face looking like she had a bright idea. Though you couldn’t know what her idea was.

“Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive You can call me any day or night”

“We- I mean YOU should call Vance’s” Jennifer quickly added.

You were lost for words, you had Vance's number. You should wait for him to call you right? I mean what could you say to him?? Without being weird about it or awkward. Should you guys just talk about something random or should plan out when you two can hang out?

Jennifer could easily tell what you were thinking. It was like she could read your mind. “Ok, you could know… Do some small talk and go on a date,” she states like it was something easy.

“Easy said than done,” you replied to her.

“Call me. Cover me with kisses, baby cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets.”

“Since you are such a baby.” Jennifer quickly reached into the pocket of your jacket. And swiftly grabbed the note with Vance's number on it.

Then typed in his number on her phone. ‘Shit.’ you thought. “Wait no-” “it's ringing!!” Jennifer said quietly.

The phone was picked up. “What's cracking?” a sort of rough voice answered.

Jennifer was gigging and she shoved the phone onto you. You were lost with words, you didn't know what to say or even do. Your thoughts were quickly cut off by Vance.

“I'll never get enough emotions, I don't know why. Cover up love's alibi”

“Uh…hello?” He sounded annoyed. “Hey it's me,” you told him your name.

“Oh hey.” His voice was much softer and nicer than before. There was an awkward pause. Until Jennifer gave you a soft push on your shoulder.

“Right, so I was wondering when we could… You know hang out,” you spoke a little quiet since you were shy. You didn't know what to do.

“Oh! Uh tomorrow??” “yeah..that works,” you replied to him. Before you could end this really awful conversation. Jennifer took the phone.

“IT'S A DATE.” then hung up. “WAIT WHAT?” you said to her.

“Call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive when you're ready we can share the wine.”

“Come on, you two were so awkward in an annoying way and also in a cute way.” she answered smiling.

“See it wasn't that bad!” “It was bad. It was awful.” you spoke.

“IT'S A DATE.” Vance heard in a different voice, not yours. Then the person hung up. He didn’t know who the hell that was, but right now he didn’t care for one second. He got a date with you.

He was blushing just a bit. Then he grew a love struck smile on him, he couldn’t wait to see you on your guys official date.

“Call me.”

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Different Kind of Love - Part I

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Notes: Dylan’s dialog is meant to sound like how a 5-year-old would talk and his nickname is Dyl and not a misspell. Reader is 26 while Natasha is 38.

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"Good morning, Miss Romanova" you smiled softly after knocking on Natasha's office glass door. The redhead looked up and smiled in return for only you to see, "Good morning, did you have a lovely break?" She asked. After Christmas, Natasha gave you two weeks off, paid of course, to enjoy some much needed one on one time with your 5-year-old son, Dylan.

"It was lovely, thank you so much for everything with Christmas and giving me some time off, it really means a lot to me and Dylan"

Natasha nodded slightly, "You're very welcome, like I said, you have been working extremely hard and I'm sorry I didn't see that before. Dylan is a great kid and I hope this new position will give you both more time together" she smiled once again, "Now, I'm really sorry but we have a meeting in about 25 minutes about the Davis case. Can you please make sure meeting room 4 is set up and ready?" she asked while putting her reading glasses back on.

"Of course, Miss Romanova"

Natasha is the CEO and Founder of Romanova Lawyers. Being a lawyer herself, she and her business are one of the most successful businesses in New York City. Natasha has won over 450 cases and is considered one of the highest paid lawyers in the country. Not only does she own a law firm, but she also has another side business that runs through Romanova Lawyers which offers clients to hire Natasha herself or another highly skilled detective to do private detective work. Safe to say, Natasha is a very busy woman with a lot of money.

It didn't matter what job it was, if you could get a job at Romanova Lawyers, you basically had a golden ticket into the work force. Many other law firms will hire past employees with Romanova Lawyers on their resume simply because you worked there. Getting a past employee of Romanova Lawyers was almost like getting the best football player to play on your team.

Now that you have a new role at the firm, your work is a lot more interesting than before. You'd follow Natasha from meeting to meeting, taking notes, and making sure the Russian had all the necessary paperwork she needed before court or a meeting. She still would ask you to do some pointless jobs like a coffee run or pick up her dry cleaning, but you didn't mind doing that as much. Her attitude towards you was very different to how she treated the other employees. Her cold ways were still just as strong, she still groaned and raised her voice at people for small mistakes and even though you thought it was very harsh of her, you couldn't help but see this was the way she was able to become the woman she is now.

"This case is going to be a fucking pain in my arse" Natasha mumbled while walking beside you as she quickly refreshed her memory of the case details, "why are men so stupid?!" she added with a light shake of her head. "Would you like me to record this meeting or just take notes today?" you asked, ignoring her comments that she clearly was saying to herself. "Might have to record this one" she replied before handing you the case file and adjusting her dress before walking into the meeting room with a welcoming smile. "Gentlemen, shall we start?"

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After your shift, your new hours being 7 am to 3:30pm you made some last-minute emails and signed off for the day. "I'll see you tomorrow, Miss Romanova, don't forget you have a skype call appointment with a Miss Maximoff at 4:45" you smiled with your head peeking into her office, "oh yes! Thank you for that reminder. Have a lovely night, say hey to Dylan for me" Natasha quickly looked up at you and waved you off.

"Mommy!" Dylan came running from the living room and wrapping his arms around your legs before you could even kick your shoes off, "Hi honey, how was your day?" you asked with a smile on your lips as you placed your handbag on the floor. "It was good, but my fire truck needs more batteries and Kate don't know where you put them" he looked up at you with his big blue eyes and curly dark hair, "Do you want to go and get your truck for me?" you ruffed his curls before he took off back into the living room.

"Hey there Miss Moore" Kate smiled while wiping down your kitchen countertop, "Kate, we've been through this" you shook your head playfully, "call me Y/n" you added. "I forgot, I'm so sorry" she replied, "Dylan just had his afternoon snack, he had half a banana and a small bowl of yoghurt so he should be fine until dinner" Kate explained, "oh and his fire truck Santa got him for Christmas needs new batteries, but I wasn't sure where you kept them"

"Thank you so much for today. I usually keep them in my room, so I'll get some for him. I'll just go and get your money"

"Here's my truck mommy" Dylan returned with his fire truck in his hands, "Thank you honey, I'll go get some new batteries right now can you do me a favour and get mommy's purse from her handbag please?" you kindly took his toy from his small hands, "sure mommy" Dylan smiled and raced off to get your purse. "God he's adorable" you heard Kate speak to herself, "You're not here when the word No is used" you joked before walking down the hall to your room.

After dinner and Dylan was in bed you were doing your nightly routine of catching up on emails for work, looking at school for Dylan to start in September and now with the extra money you're making, you were considering putting him into pre-school. Being 5 years-old and barely having any friends and not having the time to do pick up and drop off you were excited for your son to finally make some friends and start learning new things every day that would blow his mind.

*Buzz Buzz*

A smile tugged at your lips when reading the message. Christmas was different but lovely to spend with Natasha, you learnt so much about her and saw a side of her that you wished the entire office was able to see. The way she kicked off her heels and got on her knees to play with Dylan and his trucks, the way she sat with him and helped him read one of the books 'Santa' had gotten him but mostly what stood out to you was the way she spoke to you, the way she opened up to you and shared things about her life that honestly took you by surprise.

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The next morning you walked into the office already hearing the raised voice of an annoyed Russian. "Candice, do you think I give a crap about your husbands broke foot?! I asked for these documents to be done before today!" She slammed the file onto her desk. "I'm sorry Miss Romanova, I was doing them last night, but I ran out of time, I'm really sorry" the lovely woman who couldn't even hurt a fly or even yell at one for that matter replied. "News flash Candice, we're going to be late because of this!" Natasha spat back grabbing a pen from her pen holder. "Candice, why don't you go back to your desk, I'll take care of this" you whispered standing behind the woman, giving her an apologetic smile when she saw you, "Thank you" she mouthed.

Natasha frustratingly scribbled down words onto the unfinished documents with a huff and puff, "Miss Romanova, I'll finish those, you have to get ready for the Davis case in court today" you offered as you walked into her office. "No! These should have been done yesterday! How are things supposed to ever get done when people don't listen?!" She snapped, nothing unusual for you. "I'll have them done within the hour; I promise"

"Fine" Natasha sighed, placing her pen on top of the small pile of documents and grabbed her coat from behind her chair and her brief case from the side of her desk. She wore her hair up and a black suit with a red shirt underneath. "I can't be dealing with people's mistakes today. Do you hear me?!" She looked up at you, "Yes, Miss Romanova" you nodded before she brushed by you, storming out of the office.

Everybody was on edge today whenever Natasha was around, after yet another case won, you'd think she would be happy but the look on her face when she looked up at you spoke other words. "Cancel all my remaining appointments and meetings today. I have some things to take care of for the rest of the day" she huffed, unloading her briefcase, "But Miss Romanova, the Maximoff case is marked urgent" you reminded her. "Well, you fucking deal with it!" Her eyes shot up at you full of rage which worried you as you'd never seen her like this before, "Just cancel or move whatever the fuck I have left today and don't let anybody contact me!" she added as she grabbed her keys and handbag from the bottom drawer of her desk.

"Yes ma'am" you replied watching her walk out of the office.

It wasn't until Saturday that you'd see her again. The rest of the week you had to postpone and move her meetings to a time that you only hoped would work better for her. You wanted to message her and ask if she was okay and ask when she'd be back into the office but decided to give her space.

A knock at your apartment door made little Dylan jump with excitement, "I'll get it!" He called from his room. "No, you won't honey, we spoke about this!" you hollaed back already having your hand on the door handle and pulling it open. "Miss Roma- I mean, Natasha, Hi" you smiled even though you were shocked to see her at your door. "Hey, are you guys ready? We don't want to be late" she asked with a small smile of her own.

"Miss Romanova!!!" Dylan came running down the hall with a wide smile. "Hey there kiddo!" Nat kneeled down to his level, "Are you ready?" she asked him. Dylan nodded, "will there be other kids?" your son asked with a hint of hope to finally be able to play with other children. He's always been so good at making new friends no matter how old they were, walking down the mall Dylan would always say hello to strangers. As nice as it was, it worried you that he was so open to talking to people he didn't know.

"There's going to be plenty of other children for you to meet and play with, are you excited?"

"Yes! Mommy said I can start pre-school this year" Dylan boosted with excitement, "That sounds very exciting" Natasha smiled softly at the young boy, "we should get going" she looked up at you. "I'll just get my handbag" you replied.

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"Isn't he a bit late for pre-school?" Natasha asked while Dylan was busy playing on his tablet, the car ride would be an hour long and for an excited young boy, that was like years. "Only by a year, I wanted to put him in last year but uh," you paused and looked away from your boss, "it was just my work hours, I wouldn't have been free for pick up and drop off, so it was just easier to get a sitter", you didn't want to talk about Dylan's pre-school admission, you wanted to ask her where she'd been, is she was okay but did you even have a place to say anything?

"I had some family things to deal with. I'm sorry I didn't contact you; I was confident you were able to step up and take charge while I was gone" Natasha spoke, seeing the way you looked at her, screaming your questions to her without saying a word. "You don't have to explain anything, I was able to move things to next week and the Maximoff case we decided to wait until you came back. I'm not a lawyer and I never went to law school so I wasn't sure what to do" you explained, your palms starting to sweat hoping she wouldn't cuss at you in front of Dylan but instead she nodded, "thank you, I'm sorry it was sprung on you like that"

"It's okay, family always has to come first" you gave her an assuring smile, "you're right, it does" Natasha replied with her eyes shifting to Dylan.

Arriving at the party, you were introduced to Natasha's best friend, Clint Barton and his family, Laura his wife and their children, Copper, Lila and Nathaniel. It was Nathaniel's birthday party and just as Natasha mentioned, there were plenty of other children for Dylan to mix with.

"Hi, I'm Dylan" he smiled at Nathaniel, "Hey, do you want to join me and my friends in a nerf gun fight?" Nathaniel offered. "What's that?" Dylan asked picking at the hem of his shirt nervously, "it's just a toy gun fight, with these soft bullets they won't hurt and if you want you can wear my old armour vest" Nathaniel offered with a smile. Dylan looked up at you, his eyes full of excitement but he always made sure his mommy said yes before taking off with anybody, especially somebody he just met. "Go on, baby, go have some fun" you smiled and before you could blink, Dylan was running off with this new friend.

"So, how long have you been working for Natasha?" Laura asked sipping her iced tea. "3 years in June actually. It's gone by pretty quickly, but I've enjoyed it for the most part" you replied forgetting any of the bad. "She's not tough on you, is she? I know she can be a little bossy" Laura chuckled, "oh no, never" you said sarcastically, chuckling with her.

For the first time since Dylan was born, you found yourself enjoying the company of other mothers and fathers, people who knew exactly what you were talking about and even shared stories of how their children were when they were younger, funny stories, happy and the normal yuck stories of eating dog biscuits or having poop smeared up their backs. Natasha kept her eye on Dylan even though she knew he was more than safe, she loved watching him run around with her best friend's children with the wide smile that she felt was starting to light a fire in her cold heart.

Every now and then she helped herself to a quick glance at you as you smiled and laughed with the other parents. The need to protect you came to mind as she sat back and thought about the past 2 years, she's known you. "Nat!" Dylan came running up to the redhead, breaking her thoughts. "What's up kid?" she smiled, "could you please tie my shoes?" he asked kindly, "I can't find mommy" he adds while looking around for you. Natasha nodded and kneeled to tie his light up shoes that Natasha got him for Christmas as a gift from Santa, "Your mommy is just over there" she pointed in your direction. "Thank you, Nat" Dylan smiles and gives her a quick hug, taking her by surprise as she slowly wraps her arms around the small boy and smiles softly at his kindness before he's rushing off to ask you for a drink.

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"Thank you so much for today, I had a lovely time and I think Dylan did too" you smiled at Natasha while running your fingers through Dylan's hair as he was snuggled into you fast asleep. "He really enjoyed himself" Natasha watched the scene in front of her, the limo giving plenty of room for you all to get comfortable.

"He's really excited to start pre-school; I think today was really good for him"

"He told me all about it, you've done and still doing a great job raising him" Natasha complimented as she made eye contact with you. "It hasn't been easy but" you paused as your eyes dropped to your sleeping son, you smiled softly, "he deserves everything I can give him and more" your eyes traveled back to Natasha. There was a moment of silence between the two, you could see Natasha was wanting to ask the question everybody wants to ask, who's Dylan's father?

"You can ask" you spoke.

"Ask what?" Natasha frowned slightly.

"You have that look in your eyes, the one everybody has when they want to know more about Dylan's father"

"You already told me, he couldn't afford to help" Natasha replied, you shook your head, "I lied" you admitted, licking your lips as your eyes fell to Natasha's feet. "What's the story?" she asked as if she didn't have a care for your emotions but looking back in her eyes, who was she to tell? You took a deep breath and made sure Dylan was still fast asleep before gently placing a kiss on the top of his head.

"He was possessive. When I first met him, he was lovely and so kind you know…he never failed to make you smile or laugh, I considered him a good friend. One of his friends was throwing a party and my parents were fine with me going as long as I wasn't back too late, I was almost 21 and they trusted me. I got to the party and started having a few drinks with my friends. Then later on my friends were heading home but he convinced me to stay for an hour or two, so I did.

I knew better than to get drunk like he was, I had two drinks with him and I was out of my mind. I told him no and that I wanted to go home.." you paused as tears filled your eyes, "all I remember after he pushed me onto the bed was him saying I'd been asking for it all night…3 weeks later I find out I'm pregnant. It took me months to find out who assaulted me that night and when I told him I was pregnant he just laughed at me and said the baby could be his or one of his two friends and that I'd never know because I was too drunk and wasted to remember asking for it"

Natasha's jaw clenched at the details you shared with her. "But if you were ever saw him, you can see that he's Dylan's father, there's no doubting it" you added, tears streaming down your cheeks. "He needs to help responsible for this" Natasha leaned forward and gently took your hand into hers, "I tried. I went to the police before I found out I was pregnant, and they turned me around and told me to come back when I had hard evidence" you explained.

"But you were pregnant, that's more than enough evidence. They could've done a DNA test"

"Natasha, by the time I processed everything and told my parents…I didn't want people to see me…I hid myself away for most of my pregnancy and after the police turning me away like they did, I didn't think they would believe me.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n" she wiped your tears and looked deeply into your eyes, "That little boy is so lucky to have you as his mother. You got a fucking amazing job with him, you give him everything a mother could give a child and I have a hell of a lot of respect for you. Thank you for sharing all of that with me"

"Like I said, it hasn't been easy but every morning when I wake up and I get to see his beautiful smile and those big blue eyes he makes me forget all the horror and I only see the good. He saved my life, if I had apported him, I don't know what I would've done" you replied trying your best to keep from crying more. Natasha's soft hands gave yours a gently squeeze, "if you need anything and I mean anything, you come to me. Okay?" she kept strong eye contact with you, "I mean it, I don't care what time you need me, if you and Dylan need me, I will be there" she assured you as you nodded slowly, "thank you Natasha" you replied.

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Natasha carried Dylan up to his room for you as you grabbed his backpack full of toys, she gently placed him in his bed and pulled the covers over him before giving him a secret kiss on the forehead, "sleep well kid" she smiled before leaving his room.

"Thank you so much again for today and tonight, I'm so sorry I was unprofessional and sharing my personal life like that" you looked at her as you placed your belongings on the countertop. "You're not the only one with secrets, maybe another time we can share a bottle of wine and I can share mine" she offered. "That sounds nice" you smiled softly, "Well, I guess I'll see you Wednesday morning" Natasha replied.

"Wednesday?"

"Yeah, take Monday and Tuesday as an extended weekend" she playfully winked before heading for the door, "thank you" you said once more. "Y/n, thank me one more time and I'll fire you" Natasha chuckled, "Oh, I'm sorry, boss" you smirked, "goodnight" she shook her head before closing your apartment door.

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