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Hehe, thank you! Ari deserves some soft moments, too. He can’t be all sexy😂

Fireflies

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: less than 1k

Content/warnings: kissing, lovey marriage, fluff

A/N: Written for Ro’s 2-4-6-8 celebration, here’s a 20-minute blurb!! @ronearoundblindly congratulations (and happy birthday, friend!!🫶🏼🥳)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Ari grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, squeezing tight before drawing your knuckles up to his face. He pressed a kiss to them, the bristly hairs of his beard tickling you, giving a rare shiver in the warm summer evening. The sun was low in the sky, but still hadn’t set yet at the late hour. You didn’t mind, though. How could you when more daylight let you see the outline of your husband’s face, highlighted through the driver’s side window in the golden hour?

He glowed, more so even than on the regular. You wished you could trace over the freckles of his nose, the smirk that played on his lips as he continued to drive out into the country, further into golden fields, away from the noise.

The disappointment from him letting go of your hand was short-lived as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sliding you on the old leather bench seat of his truck so you could be tucked up under his arm. You nestled closer into his old, worn button-up, hand settling on his knee. He could just barely feel the brushing of your thumb through the denim of his jeans, a tender reassurance of your presence, your appreciation.

He reached the spot just as the sun dipped below the horizon, remnants of peach and purple stretching out and overlapping the clouds. After helping you out of the cab and into the tall grass, Ari reached into the back seat and pulled out two jars, dropping one into your hands. A kiss and a smile followed soon after, excitement buzzing through your body.

“You ready, darling?”

You nodded, eyes adjusting as the air darkened, beginning to fill with small points of a low yellow glow, almost dancing around the two of you like it was always meant to be. A spotlight on love. You and Ari had found lightning in a bottle in your relationship, but now, it was time to go catch some fireflies in mason jars.

Bonus a/n: hubba hubba hubby

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63 @peaches1958

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Kissing your forehead while I’m throbbing and cumming inside you. Proud of you for taking it like the good girl you are.

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Reblog for sample size pretty please!

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Awww, I love this! Such a sweet morning for Johnny’s birthday, even if he was anticipating that lingerie gift a little early🤭

These two are so sweet together and he really was so worked up😂 poor sweatshirt

Could've Been Worse

Summary:There's a misunderstanding about Johnny's birthday present.

A/N: Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial.

A/N2: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Implied smut, Male masturbation, Semi-public nudity. Please let me know if I missed any.

"I hope you're ready for your birthday," you coo at Johnny.

"I'm always happy to be the center of attention, you know that. Especially when it's your attention," he winks.

Chuckling, you playfully slap his chest. "I mean it, though, Johnny. Don't make any plans, okay? I'm gonna keep you busy that day."

"I'm looking forward to it," he smirks.

You don't know that he found the lingerie you'd gotten delivered last week. It's like it was tailor made for you to short circuit his brain. He knows you're planning on staying in bed with him all day. And maybe the living room and kitchen as well, he isn't picky. Just thinking of you in that skimpy getup gets him going.

The day of, he's on you from the moment he wakes up, covering you with kisses and holding you tight. He smiles at your giggles and playfulness.

"Johnny, you gotta wait," you titter. "I have a breakfast ordered for pickup from Lulu's."

"Ooo! My favorite!"

"It's the first of many gifts for your birthday," you confirm with a small kiss to his nose. "I didn't want to get it delivered because I didn't want you startled awake by the doorbell."

"That's very considerate," he admits. "Can I go with you?"

"Nope. You're gonna stay here and wait for me to get back. Then I'll get you your next present."

He gives you those puppy dog eyes you're weak for. "Please hurry. I'll miss you."

As soon as you're out the door he gets ready for your return. The lingerie box is empty so he knows you're wearing it underneath your clothes. Johnny strips down and tries to find a comfortable position on the couch that still looks seductive.

The longer he waits for your return, the harder the gets thinking about seeing you in that sexy getup. He has to stroke himself a few times to keep from going crazy.

He's fully worked up when he hears your voice on the other side of the door. He gets back in position before he realizes you're talking to someone!

The door is half open when Johnny jumps off the couch and grabs the nearest bit of fabric he can find to cover up, your favorite comfy hoodie.

You walk in with Reed and Sue but stop short in shock when you see Johnny. He's redder than you've ever seen him and...

"Is that my hoodie?!"

"HI!" he says too loudly. "I'm gonna go get dressed!" Johnny quickly turns and runs off to the bedroom, followed by the sounds of Reed and Sue laughing.

"Could be worse," Sue comments. "We could've walked in on the two of you like we did last Christmas."

You chuckle as your face heats up remembering that day.

It doesn't take long for Johnny to come back out, still a bit red in the face about the whole thing. But he's so quick to laugh about it, laugh at himself, that it isn't long before it's just another story in your history together.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @iwudbutnah; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

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I think monsterfucking is about vulnerability. When you think about it

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The king of fluff! And you know he’s definitely a blast to catch fireflies with! Winner gets showered with kisses! And you know he always lets you win🥰

Fireflies

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: less than 1k

Content/warnings: kissing, lovey marriage, fluff

A/N: Written for Ro’s 2-4-6-8 celebration, here’s a 20-minute blurb!! @ronearoundblindly congratulations (and happy birthday, friend!!🫶🏼🥳)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

Ari grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, squeezing tight before drawing your knuckles up to his face. He pressed a kiss to them, the bristly hairs of his beard tickling you, giving a rare shiver in the warm summer evening. The sun was low in the sky, but still hadn’t set yet at the late hour. You didn’t mind, though. How could you when more daylight let you see the outline of your husband’s face, highlighted through the driver’s side window in the golden hour?

He glowed, more so even than on the regular. You wished you could trace over the freckles of his nose, the smirk that played on his lips as he continued to drive out into the country, further into golden fields, away from the noise.

The disappointment from him letting go of your hand was short-lived as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sliding you on the old leather bench seat of his truck so you could be tucked up under his arm. You nestled closer into his old, worn button-up, hand settling on his knee. He could just barely feel the brushing of your thumb through the denim of his jeans, a tender reassurance of your presence, your appreciation.

He reached the spot just as the sun dipped below the horizon, remnants of peach and purple stretching out and overlapping the clouds. After helping you out of the cab and into the tall grass, Ari reached into the back seat and pulled out two jars, dropping one into your hands. A kiss and a smile followed soon after, excitement buzzing through your body.

“You ready, darling?”

You nodded, eyes adjusting as the air darkened, beginning to fill with small points of a low yellow glow, almost dancing around the two of you like it was always meant to be. A spotlight on love. You and Ari had found lightning in a bottle in your relationship, but now, it was time to go catch some fireflies in mason jars.

Bonus a/n: hubba hubba hubby

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63 @peaches1958

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Chris Evans as Lloyd Hansen in The Gray man (2022)

+bonus!

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This is a good one! I really still adore it. Still wish I had this Lloyd to take care of it all tho🥺

And him looking out for Jensen!! Double reward!🥰

It must be a trend…nights are really hard and stressful for me. I need to get these applications in so I can just wash my hands of them for the year. Wish a babe could hold me and tell me how smart I am and say it’s okay and they believe in me

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In the mood to make out for like 2 hours straight

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Fireflies

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: less than 1k

Content/warnings: kissing, lovey marriage, fluff

A/N: Written for Ro’s 2-4-6-8 celebration, here’s a 20-minute blurb!! @ronearoundblindly congratulations (and happy birthday, friend!!🫶🏼🥳)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

Ari grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, squeezing tight before drawing your knuckles up to his face. He pressed a kiss to them, the bristly hairs of his beard tickling you, giving a rare shiver in the warm summer evening. The sun was low in the sky, but still hadn’t set yet at the late hour. You didn’t mind, though. How could you when more daylight let you see the outline of your husband’s face, highlighted through the driver’s side window in the golden hour?

He glowed, more so even than on the regular. You wished you could trace over the freckles of his nose, the smirk that played on his lips as he continued to drive out into the country, further into golden fields, away from the noise.

The disappointment from him letting go of your hand was short-lived as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sliding you on the old leather bench seat of his truck so you could be tucked up under his arm. You nestled closer into his old, worn button-up, hand settling on his knee. He could just barely feel the brushing of your thumb through the denim of his jeans, a tender reassurance of your presence, your appreciation.

He reached the spot just as the sun dipped below the horizon, remnants of peach and purple stretching out and overlapping the clouds. After helping you out of the cab and into the tall grass, Ari reached into the back seat and pulled out two jars, dropping one into your hands. A kiss and a smile followed soon after, excitement buzzing through your body.

“You ready, darling?”

You nodded, eyes adjusting as the air darkened, beginning to fill with small points of a low yellow glow, almost dancing around the two of you like it was always meant to be. A spotlight on love. You and Ari had found lightning in a bottle in your relationship, but now, it was time to go catch some fireflies in mason jars.

Bonus a/n: hubba hubba hubby

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63 @peaches1958

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Chapter 1: Well Begun…

From: Kill For Me Series

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader

Summary: After completion of a contract in Monaco, two super soldiers seem to be hot on a trail. They just don’t know that it’s yours.

Word Count: 2,032

Content/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, dark themes, swears, namecalling, mentions of suicide, killing, and death, mercenary themes, pessimistic reader (I kinda love it tho? What do you expect? She’s a dark villain), no physical descriptions of reader however she is able to blend into many environments, me using google translate for French. I’m sorry.

A/N: If you’re a fluent French speaker and I said something wrong, please don’t be shy to let me know. Otherwise, translations of the few sentences used are at the bottom.

Ty for pushing me to finish this @krirebr

Please enjoy and I’ll give you a forehead kiss if you comment or reblog!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“Give it up. We have you surrounded.”

You could hear the booming voice of an all-too-familiar public figure through your earpiece. It wasn’t directed at you, though. It was towards your last ally standing. Well, you guess you’d call him an ally only on a good day. He was more of an acquaintance. No, scratch that… contractual obligation. His presence was something that was helping you get paid, but apparently, not anymore.

You watched from a distant window, hardly in range of your coms as the avengers descended on the last remaining member of a team that had been assembled to acquire a relic. One that looked ancient to anyone on Earth who couldn’t be bothered to learn about what lied beyond, but was far more advanced than most human comprehension. Especially that of most of the humans you had encountered lately.

They were all useless meat heads. Probably in this profession because of brute strength, definitely not brain power. That you could be sure of. That’s how that poor scrub ended up cornered by Earth’s mightiest heroes, surely because he couldn’t identify a trap until it was right upon him.

Luckily, his loss wouldn’t ruin the mission. The only reason you’d agreed to take on this one is because you were getting paid more. You always did. And it was deserved.

This was the seventh job you’d been sent on by someone faceless, asking for retrieval of relics that were just like the one tucked up under your bra and the top of your high waistband now, secured by a compression tank and concealed with an oversized sweater and jacket. Oh how you loved European winter fashion. The best for concealing this thing, that you could only describe as a stone slab, slate gray marbled with a translucent yellow streak, covered in runes. You’d say the marbling was a little brighter, more shiny and intriguing as opposed to the similar slab with green instead that you had picked up the month before.

You leaned forward more, looking out at your cornered former teammate, like many of the other residents of the area were doing as the scene unfolded. With everyone hanging out their windows and stopped on the street, so distracted by the event that you could hardly see past the corner of another building in your way, you decided this would be the perfect time to flee.

You pulled out your earpiece and stomped it to flush it down the toilet before you shoved all your belongings into your leather backpack, and slipped on your sunglasses, gracefully running down the stairs and out the door, into the streets of Milan.

If you were right, then just like all the other times, the super crew was still distracted by your former colleague. They were probably already questioning him, lecturing him about goodness, and attempting to tie up loose ends, unaware of the suicide pill in his mouth. Weird die-hard mercenaries. You rolled your eyes at the thought. Only amateurs needed that sort of cop-out. Although, it was surprising none of them had accidentally used the pills thus far, but it wouldn’t be out of the question for such dolts.

Now you just had to get out of here and make your way to Monaco. The quicker, the better, but not too fast as to avoid raising any suspicion. You looked over your shoulder one last time at the crowded street, making sure no one was following you, before slipping into a car that had been planted and driving towards the border.

As you double checked your mirrors for a tail, you faintly made out a spot of blue next to the reflection of the sun off what you assumed to be a metal arm. What you missed as your face pointed back towards the street, though, was the way curious blue eyes under a mop of dark brown hair caught the motion of a vehicle at the back of the crowd.

It was a long drive between the two cities, at least for most Europeans, but this was really nothing for you. Other jobs had been far worse than this one. By the time you were arriving, the sun was just about to sink beneath the horizon, nearly blinding you on most of your drive westward. At least it was a nice view, though. Shame you were only out here for assignments, but maybe one day, once you saved enough, you’d take a vacation.

You pulled up near the outskirts, ditching your car. It was only a short walk to a small bed and breakfast near the center of town. Going to get a room out of sight on the edge would be too expected and easy to find, not to mention isolated where you couldn’t blend in as easily, and all the major hotels wanted forms of payment that were too traceable, plus, you knew they’d have security. This was perfect. Anyone else would probably expect you to be somewhere less traveled first before coming to a crowded city center, and a mom and pop running the place probably weren’t fully up to time with keeping cameras in their old villas. The gorgeous view didn’t hurt, either. It almost reminded you of one you remembered from your childhood. Calm. Serene. Full of life and culture and innocence. Almost.

No time for reminiscing, though.

The jangle of a bell on the door signaled your entrance to the lobby. Out of a back room emerged a stout woman, a smile on her face, as she asked if you needed a room. You smiled politely, not wanting to be memorable for anything, and replying in French. She nodded, going back into the back room and emerging once again with a key, sliding it over to you and stating the fee.

“Est-ce que l'argent liquide est accepté? Je ne suis là que pour une nuit.”

She nodded.

After completing the exchange,

You quickly turned around and headed up the stairs. No need to be in the open more than necessary for this mission. Just enough that you didn’t raise suspicion more than any old tourist. You’d go out again for dinner, and to double check you didn’t have a tail.

Steve sighed with his hands on his hips, pacing the sidewalk outside of the major hotel just outside the city where Bucky had tracked a car to, just to see it abandoned. He was exhausted. It had already been a long day, and there was another suspect lost regarding these mystery missions that were popping up all over the world. All Steve knew was that some type of alien tech or something was being collected for someone powerful. Dangerous with high-paying contracts and ghost mercenaries. Some of which would rather die for their cause than give up information, apparently.

Even as a super soldier, his body was growing weary, but he pushed himself for Bucky’s whim: one that the rest of the team didn’t follow, instead heading back to New York to regroup. Steve trusted Bucky’s instincts, and the opportunity to see more of the world was never something he turned his nose up at, although he knew it would take a backseat to the mission. All he could do right now, though, was follow his friend deeper into the heart of the city where they hoped to gain information, and then take a tactical nap before the jet picked them up in the morning.

As the night began to grow cold, it was almost time for the drop. All you’d need to do was exchange the tablet in your bag with another that was draped off the bench of a couple sitting on a cliff. Remote, but not too much. Just enough seclusion to keep cover. Should be easy. Red dress, white shirt, sandals and loafers was all the intel on the targets you were given. But luckily, that combination was singular tonight.

They sat in idle conversation, looking over the deep blue water. You approached steadily, with grace calm enough to not be spotted, and leaned down to compliment her pearls, your hand reaching behind her to make the swap.

As you slung the new bag over your shoulder, you strutted back to the inn to prepare for dinner.

Steve wiped a hand down his face in an attempt to clear some of the tiredness he was feeling from his eyes. It was only partially effective, at least not as much as Bucky’s metal elbow in his ribs through the dress shirt.

“Look alive, punk. We’re here to gather some information.”

Steve nodded with a deep breath, heading to the bar in the rustic, outdoor restaurant. He stood by the counter and gave his order before sitting down at the only empty seat, next to someone who really caught his eye, that just happened to be you.

Red wine had already started to stain your lips from the few sips you’d had since you sat down. You hadn’t expected to be faced with the two Avengers so quickly, though, but something told you Steve sitting next to you was purely coincidental. All he gave was a curt nod, his eyes scanning elsewhere in the venue.

“La vue est magnifique, n'est-ce pas?”

You looked up from your glass, surprised he was talking to you. You had to play this the right way, though. The inn keepers already knew you spoke French and you didn’t want any discrepancies. Maybe you could pose as a Canadian tourist to him? Just to avoid suspicion. Canadians are rarely villainous, anyhow.

“Oui, le meilleur que j'ai vu.”

He smiled as his glass was placed in front of him. He grabbed it and tipped it towards yours, a silent offering for a toast. You brought your hand up next to his and the vessels clinked.

“Les deux meilleurs que j'ai jamais vus.”

It looked like the captain had picked up some charm over his years, which was a nice surprise. Last you’d heard, he was a workaholic hung up on an old love, but something about him seemed different that that red, white, and blue persona that was so prominently plastered everywhere. There was something deep and sad, yet still righteous. You liked that, but you couldn’t let him see. Not when real feelings were a gateway to the real you.

You had to keep putting across as much feigned innocence as you could. When your eyes met his and you saw that sweet smile, you almost lowered your gaze in genuine embarrassment, but time on the job had made you much more calculated than that. So you still did it, but just purposefully, speaking down into your lap, starstruck to meet Captain America.

“Merci, c'est très gentil.”

And that must have sold him on his observations. You did the accent just well enough that it worked.

“Québécois? You’re Canadian?”

You giggled and nodded.

“I am.”

It was almost like you could see his shoulders visibly relax at the thought of something familiar. Moments like these made you glad such obvious tells were beaten out of you at such a young age. You could never give up your emotions that easily. It could get you killed or worse. But you supposed maybe he was lucky to live a life so innocent.

Steve’s smile grew even more as he offered out his hand.

“I’m Steve. I’m sorry to be so blunt, but have you seen anything suspicious around here?”

Way to kill the mood, golden boy. Internally, you were rolling your eyes, but externally, your brows were knit together in confusion and concern.

“No, but… should I have?”

He shook his head. “No, no. I was just wondering.”

You spun the glass with your fingers.

“Oh, okay. What a relief. I’m sorry to be blunt now, but…I hope that wasn’t all you stopped by here for. Would you maybe want to have a couple more glasses of wine with me?”

And possibly spill some secrets on just how much you know?

Steve grinned, so sweetly you might add. Ignorance truly is bliss sometimes when your enemy is the one whose knee is touching yours.

“I’d like that.”

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Translations:

Est-ce que l'argent liquide est accepté ? Je ne suis là que pour une nuit. “Is cash okay? I’m only here for a night.”

La vue est magnifique, n'est-ce pas? “The view is magnificent, isn’t it?”

Oui, le meilleur que j'ai vu. “Yes, the best I have seen”

Les deux meilleurs que j'ai jamais vus. “The two best I have seen”

Merci, c'est très gentil. “Thank you, that’s very kind.”

Taglist: @cakesandtom @steviebbboi @awkwardgiraffe726 @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @thiquefunlover63

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I just want big thick fingers inside my pussy <3

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Oh boy🫣 I think I could use all of them right now on the rainy day🫠

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8rhVbpg/

My immediate thought was this is so mafia!bucky coded but I think all the biker men would do this for their girl too

The guys all have contingency plans for rainy days.

Biker!Bucky is already at the hospital waiting to pick Gorgeous up so she doesn't get wet. She made a joke about how he's the only who's allowed to do that. He was impressed and little miffed that he didn't get to say it first, he had that joke ready to go too. Then he spent the entire drive home with a hard on.

Ari carried Sunshine to his truck. He wanted to do something sweet and romantic by offering her a ride him but she kept insisting she could walk. So he had to toss her over his shoulder and place her in his truck. He spent the entire time grumbling about hardheaded women. She spent the entire time giggling over how easy it is to rile him up. And feeling on on his rain slicked muscles which are surprisingly still warm.

Steve is helping Dove close up the bookstore. They would have been done ten minutes ago, but she gets nervous every time she catches him looking at her and she keeps dropping things. Its a good thing she doesn't know that Steve forgot his umbrella. Because she's going to have to hold on to him while he uses his jacket to cover her head when its time to go outside.

Mafia!Bucky convinced his girl to stay home and spend the rainy afternoon in bed and on top of him. He showed that time with him is always better than working.

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word of the day: “woowoo”

definition:

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Yes! Ari is totally built for moments like this. Big, soft Beefcake🥺🥺

Fireflies

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: less than 1k

Content/warnings: kissing, lovey marriage, fluff

A/N: Written for Ro’s 2-4-6-8 celebration, here’s a 20-minute blurb!! @ronearoundblindly congratulations (and happy birthday, friend!!🫶🏼🥳)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

Ari grabbed your hand and interlaced your fingers, squeezing tight before drawing your knuckles up to his face. He pressed a kiss to them, the bristly hairs of his beard tickling you, giving a rare shiver in the warm summer evening. The sun was low in the sky, but still hadn’t set yet at the late hour. You didn’t mind, though. How could you when more daylight let you see the outline of your husband’s face, highlighted through the driver’s side window in the golden hour?

He glowed, more so even than on the regular. You wished you could trace over the freckles of his nose, the smirk that played on his lips as he continued to drive out into the country, further into golden fields, away from the noise.

The disappointment from him letting go of your hand was short-lived as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, sliding you on the old leather bench seat of his truck so you could be tucked up under his arm. You nestled closer into his old, worn button-up, hand settling on his knee. He could just barely feel the brushing of your thumb through the denim of his jeans, a tender reassurance of your presence, your appreciation.

He reached the spot just as the sun dipped below the horizon, remnants of peach and purple stretching out and overlapping the clouds. After helping you out of the cab and into the tall grass, Ari reached into the back seat and pulled out two jars, dropping one into your hands. A kiss and a smile followed soon after, excitement buzzing through your body.

“You ready, darling?”

You nodded, eyes adjusting as the air darkened, beginning to fill with small points of a low yellow glow, almost dancing around the two of you like it was always meant to be. A spotlight on love. You and Ari had found lightning in a bottle in your relationship, but now, it was time to go catch some fireflies in mason jars.

Bonus a/n: hubba hubba hubby

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @thiquefunlover63 @peaches1958