#I’m sending you a cookie and a forehead smooch!

[lightsoutletsgo]

Hun, oh my god. Pretty girl was so so good. It had a tear running down my face, and then another that rolled down my thigh 😉.

IT WAS A MASTERPIECE!! AND I LOVE YOU FOR WRITING IT 💗💗💗

aaaaaaa oh my goodness tysm!! it’s definitely one of my favourite things I have ever written!

I feel like there’s very little out there for plus-size readers and not all of us who read f1 fics are small enough to be thrown around or wear and do certain things comfortably!

thank you so much for taking the time to send this, it was so lovely to wake up to!

MWAH!

me reading all the lovely comments like:

[lefthandedhotch]

HELLLOOOOO LINNNN🥰🥰🥰🥰 how are you? i hope you are great!!! i am Not!!! there was a flash flood warning here and there is a LEAK in my room ceiling i am very Sad about it :( it's a bit of a big one too :( needed three buckets to catch all the lil drops :( so of course i have thought up something sweet around that because i need it rn 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💔💔

your apartment has Several leaks coming in :/ you're groaning as you go around putting down mugs and bowls and tupperwares and pots to catch all the water (you put some of your plants underneath some too because at least they'll benefit from it😔😔😔) and all the water is contained but not your apartment is nearly unliveable, half of your cookware is on the ground and knowing your clumsy self, you'll trip over even the biggest pot, and the repairmen wont be able to come in for another few days :/ so you pack a couples days worth of clothes and head over to the person on the team who lives closest to you... hotch!!!🥰 you hope he doesnt mind (knowing him, he won't mind and knowing little jack, he Definitely isn't opposed to having one of his daddy's friends over🤩) so you drive over, park and rush into the cover of the lobby away from the Pouring rain, you take the elevator up and prepare to knock when you hear silly giggles from behind the door and your heart gets all 🥰💞 at the mental image of hotch being the sweetestttttt dad <3 you knock and hear "daddy!!! i wanna see!!! lift me up!!! lift me up!!! >:) !!!" you hear aaron chuckle and then..... "miss (y/n) :D !!!!! daaaaaaddddyyyyy open the dooorrrrrrrr" the door unlocks quickly and soon, in your arms a giggly crazy jack bug🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you juggle him and your go-bag gor a couple seconds before aaron steadies you by taking your bag and letting you in as you say your hellos🥰🥰 aaron asks what you're doing here and you tell him your situation as he listens so intently and his eyes so full of understanding while jack goes running to get you a snack in the form of cookies he and aaron made🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰💞 he offers you a place to stay and jack comes back right at that exact moment he's so excited he almost drops the cookies🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰 that first night is so amazing, aaron and jack are the best sleepover buddies ever ever everrrrr and your heart is beating like CRAZY as you snuggle in super close next to hotch in a blanket fort with a snoring jack on your lap 🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 that night you're getting ready to sleep in the guest bedroom when you notice the AC doesnt work in that room and you go over to aaron's room to let him know you'll crash on the couch but he stops you and his head almost explodes at the sight of you in your lil pj shorts and shirt and he tells you he wont mind sharing his bed🥰🥰🥰🥰 you slide in bed and just Lay there as you fall asleep and in the morninggggggg you find yourself all snuggled up in aaron's armssssss🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💞💞💞💞 the room is cold from his working AC so a shivers runs up your spine and sleepily snuggle closer as aaron's arms tightens around you in his sleep🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 you've never been so happy about water leaks ever in your life as you are nowwww🥰🥰🥰🥰

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII JESS-JESS 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 nooooooooo i’m sorry you’re dealing with leaky problems :(((((( i’m sending you pots, buckets, super absorbent towels for the lil drops and sooooooo many forehead smooches 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕

your building is kinda Old so you’re pretty used to little leaks here and there when it rains but this is a Very Big storm :( and your roof just cannot handle it :( so as soon as you get all your buckets and pots and pans and tupperwares all set up and ready to catch all the little droplets they can hold, you start packing up a bag and figuring out where to go so you can stop being Damp 😔😔😔💔💔💔 hehehe meanwhile aaron is at home baking and having a sweet lil night with his baby boy and glancing out at the storm like :/ because he Knows how leaky your roof is after you’ve talked about it at work a bunch :( but just as he’s picking up his phone to text you and make sure you’re alright, there’s a knock on the door!!!!!!!!!!! and jack is begging to be held up to the peep hole to check who it is 🤭 and he can’t help the way his poor heart beats a lil quicker when jack gasps that it’s You at the door hehehe 🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋🥰💕🦋

when aaron tucks jack into bed that night after he dozed off in the living room blanket fort, jack giggles all sleepily that he’s sooooooo happy you’re there and aaron smiles as he smooches jacks head and hums “me too, buddy” because he really really is :( he loves knowing that when you needed help, you came to him First 🥺 and he comes out of the room to find you with your pillow in your hand wearing your cute little jammies (that make his head Explode 🤭) looking like 😕 and he knows he would do Anything to make that look leave your face 🥺 after you get all cozy in his bed, you lay there and bask in the fact that it smells like him and that this is all really happening while he brushes his teeth and gets all ready for bed (your head explodes seeing him in his cute jammies too 🤭) before he slides under the covers and rolls on his side to face you so he can say goodnight 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 after you wake up in the morning in his cozy cozy arms and snuggle in even deeper to keep warm, you drift back off to sleep because it’s just so nice to be Held hehe but a little later you wake back up and find aaron watching you with the softest smile in the world and when he sees your eyes flutter open he murmurs “good morning” and you’re Positive that this is how you want to wake up every morning for the rest of your life 🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💗💗💗💗💗💗💗🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

[dottores]

AHHHHHHHH screamed and sobbed into my pillow when I came home to read the new chapter of Heliotropes. I fought every inner demon afterwards I’m not even gonna lie to you.

I’m the commenter from ao3 of the color purple, and I saw your response to my comment and cried even harder bro. I know it’s only been four chapters (and a segment data page!), but I’m already so attached. The ending of the new chapter hand me audibly going “no nO NOOO”. Arggggg darn you, your angsty ideas, and how well you execute them.

I’m so happy that I was right about how much Dottore has influenced her, even more than we had been originally lead to believe. However all your hints of future fights has me sweating in my seat, but excited nonetheless!! It’s interesting for me to think about how sneaky Ms. Purple must have become over the years. Being a good secret keeper and staying under the radar must be hard, and she’s definitely learned a thing or two, I’m sure.

Seeing how conflicted Ms. Purple is with her family is so interesting, especially since we already know that Dottore probably wouldn’t care for her family no matter how wonderful they are. I love him, but I fear he might take advantage of her distance from them by making it worse or manipulating the situation. She cares for them, and you can’t just stop loving someone, even if they hurt you again and again. This is something I doubt Dottore would be able to understand, since emotions aren’t something he can typically rationalize.

ALSO IM SO HLAD YOU DIDNT MAKE MS. PURPLE A COOKIE CUTTER THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! I’m so happy you’ve become invested in this fic, as I can see just how much it’s helping you explore both yourself and your talents.

When I went back to reread The Color Purple again, I realized how close Delta and Iota must be to her. On top of that, Dottore had already threatened to send Theata to work with Delta. I was thinking about how funny that was, as those three would be the most problematic for Dottore if they found his (their? Technically) soulmate first.

Also I already suspected Brighella of something bad, BUT NOW IM THOROUGHLY CONVINCED HES THE SPY. Which would be so SO bad for arlecchino since she brought him in (yikes).

All of this is making me wonder about possibilities and routes. I’m curious to find out what Ms. Purple will do to earn Dottore’s respect, because even if he does care about her as she’s his soulmate, that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t really want her there. The plot thickens.

NO WORRIES ABOUT THE COMMENT BTW!! I’m surprised you even responded, it really made my day <33 Your work inspires me, and I’ll never shut up about how great you are in expressing exactly what the characters are feeling or doing without losing the audience’s focus. I’ve yet to read any of your stories and feel uninterested, even on characters I don’t particularly care for. Thank you so much for your time and efforts, I promise you me and hundreds of others are always thrilled to see that you’ve updated.

Best of luck on your future works!!

STOPPPPP YOURE THE AO3 COMMENTER ????? I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH WHAT YOUR COMMENT STRAIGHT UP MADE ME CRY SEVERAL TIMES IT WAS THE SWEETEST THING EVER. YOURE SO BELOVED TO ME, LET ME SMOOCH YOUR FOREHEAD SOBSSSS

ok hehe rest below the cut

GDJHSDHJSJDHSH i actually wasn’t going to end the chapter with that, bc i usually like leaving it at 4 scenes BUT I HAD THE IDEA AND COULDNT LET IT SLIP BY HAHAHAHHA it would be just his luck to get THAT as his word right after all that LMAOOO and yk damn well he’s gonna take it the wrong way

🤭🤭🤭 the sneakiness and having to hide it is something else that it’s gonna be explored more in chapter 5 & 6. i just planned chapter 5 and i’m gonna start writing it friday i’m rlly excited for it, i think it’s the chapter i’m most excited for thus far.

the conflict between her and dottore when it comes to family is gonna be a BIG ONE, djsjdjjsjd i actually literally changed the whole original fic at chapter 2 to center around this conflict. without too much spoilers, i got the idea from the tik tok audio that goes “if i betray you, i betray myself. but if i betray them, i betray my country. my country is very dear to me.” “dearer than i?” “no, not dearer than you” HAHAHHAHA i’m rlly excited to get to that point too

DELTA AND IOTA WERE LITERALLY A TOWN OR TWO OVER FROM HER BEFORE SHE LEFT TO LIVE IN THE CITY. when iota finds out, he cries LMAO. if they had found her first, it would be the end of all things for dottore LMAOO he would be miserable 💀💀💀 the only thing that would’ve made it worse if gamma was there too. he hasn’t been introduced in the fic yet.

SOBS ILYSM 🥹🥹🥹🥹 that rlly might’ve been the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me i’m quite literally about to cry, i wish i could give you the biggest hug. i love asks and comments, theyve deadass been what’s pulled me out of writers block like dozens of times. i think i told you in the ao3 comment but ur comment there saved my ass like three times HAHAH. i showed my bf and i was like “if i ever start complaining about being stuck, send me this” and he DID and it worked like a charm every time LMAO. i always try to respond but sometimes it just takes me half an eternity because i’m swamped with work and drained SOBS. so i’m sorry if it ever feels like i’m not responding bc i promise i try to get to it at a decent time but i just get so overwhelmed and then i crash for a few days.

[strawberrystepmom]

Sending you a big warm hug and a smooch on the forehead on this dark day. May something positive happen to you today Lovely Kendy 💚💝

thank you kail!!!! I’m gonna keep my head up and probably also go eat a cookie bc why not!!! Hope your day is spectacular

[ariondevereux]

swooping over here to give you forehead smooches… L sends their own too alongside a tub of ice cream <3 ily & hope you’re doing okay <33 (so Shiloh isn’t left out, they send cheek smooches)

i’m putting my hair up and away from my face so you can all smother me with kisses 🥰🥰 and while i’m still figuring out my l-mancer i’ll take matters into my own hands and bake cookies with l so we can make ice cream sandwiches <333 #domesticity

i think it’s still early for you so i hope you’re sleeping well and you have a good day when you wake up. sending you a million forehead and nose kisses ilysmmm💖

[silenceofthecookies]

Hi cookie, I am *SPRINTING* To this askbox!! Congratulations on 800! Onto all the followers more! Can I have prompt 10:

“You threw pebbles at my window to get my attention, you might as well quote Romeo and Juliet.”

With Mirio, Kirishima or Hawks, the fem!reader is the royal. If the prompt has been taken, you might just shoot me a message and I'll send you another one UwU

I am sending you 8 complimentary forehead smooches and loads of love! Wuv you many a time UwU

Henlo my dear! Thank you for always rushing to my box even though it's rarely needed anymore ❤ And I will GLADLY take those forehead smooches 👀Enjoy my dear!

Female reader, no warnings, though maybe a hint of hurt/comfort?

You sighed as you closed the door to your room behind you. Another stressful day of classes and learning the ropes from your parents. The common folk often spoke of the royals having it easier than them and usually, you’d agree. Right now though, you wished you could switch with one of them. As the next in line for the throne, expectations for you were high, and with your parents growing older, the pressure for you to take over grew. They were both eager to retire and to see you take the throne so they could both take it easy while still aiding you as your advisors.

Tomorrow would be even worse. Your parents figured you couldn’t raise to the throne on your own. Unless either of them died, there always needed to be a king and a queen. Tomorrow there would be a ball so you could meet some possible suitors. You hated the idea, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. It was the norm, the people wanted a king and a queen, not just a queen.

You started undoing your hair, struggling a little with all the fancy contraptions the servants had put into it this morning before loosening the laces of your dress. This was ridiculous. Why did your hair have to be tied up so elaborately? Why was the current fashion trend suffocating young ladies? It was nonsense.

A soft clack from your window pulled you out of your thoughts and the second clack brought a smile to your face. You waited a little longer, letting 3 more clicks reach your window, before pulling back the curtain and opening the window once you were sure no more pebbles were coming.

Below the window stood the familiar figure of Mirio. He had been working in the stables ever since a young age and sometimes, when you snuck out to play, he'd play with you. At first he didn't even know you were the princess, but when he found out, he didn't act any different towards you, except for the occasional sass and joke.

You leaned on your windowsill and spoke with a grin.

“Well, go on.” you said. “What?” Mirio asked, confused. “You threw pebbles at my window to get my attention, you might as well quote Romeo and Juliet.” “I’m not that well-read your highness, and I cannot quote Romeo and Juliet. Perhaps though, if it so pleases you, I could compare thee to a summer’s day?” “You know sonnet 18?” “Only that line, but I could compare you to it still. You’re warm and nice, you brighten up my day and when it’s dark or when I’m sad, I’m looking forward to the moment I can see you again.” “Definitely not Shakespeare, but still flattering. I’ll take it.”

The two of you laughed as silently as you could. How you wished you wouldn't have to keep your voice down during your late-night conversations with him. That you could speak with him openly, even during the day, without having to worry about your stations. That the two of you could just speak the feelings in your hearts without worrying about the consequences.

You had feelings for him, and you knew he shared in those feelings. He likely knew too. But neither of you dared speak them. It was a relationship that was not meant to be. You were meant to marry someone of nobility or some foreign prince, not the son of a tailor who entered the castle as a stableboy. And yet, you couldn't help but wish it could be that way. Mirio was smart and strong, and above all he was kind. Those were qualities a ruler needed to have, qualities you were striving towards yourself as well. He would be able to support you, to rule alongside you instead of to overrule you, as many kings did to their queens. But it wasn't meant to be.

“Hey, why the frown? Something wrong?” “There'll be suitors at the ball tomorrow.” “Oh,” he tried to mask the sadness in his voice, but the short silence after his exclamation was all you needed to know, “so it's going to suck?” “Absolutely.” “I'm sorry to hear that... I've always thought the balls looked fun.” “They can be, if you're in good company. I wish I could bring you with me.”

The words left your mouth before you could think about them and you instantly felt regret. Speaking these feelings would only make things more difficult on the both of you in the future. You did not want to suffer any more than you already did.

“I could try to get on guard duty, even if it's just patrolling the gardens? Or if we're going to be adventurous, I could put on a mask and sweep you away from all those nasty suitors.” Mirio laughed. “Are you serious?” you asked carefully. “If it's for you, Y/N, I'll do anything.”

You could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, threatening to spill from them. Never before had you been his happy that there was a distance between you and Mirio, so he could not see them glimmering in your eyes.

“Do as you please, but I forbid you from doing anything that will get you in trouble."

You wanted to tell him to become your masked saviour so bad, but you could not ask anything of him that would get him in trouble. He worked hard to become a knight, and you refused to be the reason he'd have to stop being one, or that worse consequences would befall him.

“I will.”

Mirio had other plans. You may have forbade him from doing anything to get into trouble, but before that, you told him to do as he pleased. He'd borrow a suit from his father, and ask him for a mask too. Then he'd show up at the ball. Nobility and royalty may want you to marry in high class, but if he could prove himself to be better than them, if only to your parents, maybe he stood a chance at being together with you.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Late night worries.

Hey! It’s been a while, but here I am with some edgejeanist fluff!!! I’ve been in a really big motivational flunk right now but am trying to work my way out of it!!

It’s a little shorter than my usual, but I am pretty happy with how it turned out!!

No warnings! Just fluff!

Tagging: @uncharted-darkness @kiriderp @cxssiopeiia and @theshisthings (it’s been a while so please let me know if you are still happy to be tagged in my works ❤️)

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Tsunagu grumbled as he stood in the dark and unfamiliar kitchen, waiting for the kettle to finish boiling...It was rumbling rather loudly.

“Stupid brain. Overthinking again, this time when I actually need to sleep...” he complained, listening as the kitchen appliance clicked and turned quiet again.

They were all staying at some big fancy hotel, along with many other heroes, as they had been asked to attend a rather big celebrity gala. Usually, they’d be more than happy to do so, but this time they were not attending as the celebrities, but as the heavy security, due to many rumours and threats of an attack that could possibly happen the next evening.

So they were all there.

By ‘they’, I am referring to Endeavour, Hawks, Miruko, Ryukyu, Edgeshot, many others, and of course, our lovely Tsunagu over here...who was now pouring himself a hot cup of tea...

At 3 o’ clock in the morning....

Standing in the kitchen that sat in the middle of the massive hotel room that the top 5 were staying in together....

“That is quite a loud kettle...” he muttered to himself as he stirred his drink, “I hope I didn’t wake anyone-”

“Oh I don’t think you have to worry, most of them are awake anyway.”

Tsunagu jolted out of his deep train of thought at the sudden sound of somebody else’s voice and fumbled for the spoon that went flying across the counter, clattering as it fell onto the floor. He then proceeded to spill some of his freshly poured tea over himself, exclaiming rather loudly as he did so. “Wah- shoot!!! Shinya?!!!”

The ninja hero sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, watching calmly at the commotion that unfolded from the other side of the spacious room. “Yes, it’s me. We live together, yet you are still always surprised that I notice when you’re awake.”

Tsunagu blinked at his partner’s comment before trying to come up with a reply. “Well- you’re quiet, and you know, I just- I was deep in thought, okay? You can’t blame me for being surprised!”

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Shinya simply laughed at the other’s attempt at an excuse, sliding off of the counter and gently plodding over to where the taller figure was standing.

He reached his arms out to Tsunagu and smiled as the other man leant into his warm embrace.

“Couldn’t sleep?” The silver haired hero asked quietly into Tsunagu’s shoulder, his arms gently clasped around the other hero’s waist.

“Hmm...” Tsunagu hummed in response to his question, lifting his cup to his lips and wincing at the rather hot temperature of the drink that he had made for himself.

“Something on your mind, love?” Shinya whispered, looking up to question the tired man with a reassuring smile, before resting his head back on Tsunagu’s chest. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s not much....just worried...” the taller man bit his lip, trying not to show the other how hesitant he felt. “I don’t want anything to happen...”

Shinya’s eyes darted up to take in the concerned look on his partner’s face.

“Tsunagu...”

“Well. You know how I am, it’s fine, I’m okay! I know that everyone is surely feeling the same! I just...needed to distract myself, that’s all.”

“Yes, well of course. I feel incredibly worried too. I’m worried that something might happen...to.......well, I just- are you sure you’re okay?” Shinya reached up to place his hand on Tsunagu’s cheek, sweeping his long fringe away from his eyes and sharing a worried gaze, before bringing his arm back down to rest around Tsunagu’s waist once again.

The blond hero chuckled lightly and placed his cup down on the counter, using his other hand to gently stroke through Shinya’s hair. “You make it sound as if it’s something serious...”

“Yeah, well it could be! Knowing you, there’s always a chance it’s something serious and you just don’t think it’s anything to worry about!!” The smaller man huffed, stepping back slightly to look back up at the ever-so-slightly smug look on the fiber hero’s face.

“Oh? Is someone mad at me~”

“...what did you say?” Shinya glared at the taller man. Luckily for him, his hands were already in the perfect place for a surprise tickle attack...and Tsunagu realised this a tad bit too late.

“You seem mad...oh dear....poor me~”

No response came from the other man, he simply squinted and pouted even harder than he already was, edging closer as he waited for him to speak again.

“Hey, don’t pout....or do! It’s your choice, you look adorable either waAAH!”

Tsunagu was cut off by two small hands jabbing him in the sides rather gently, but with enough force to send him into a fit of laughter.

“AhaHahaHAHA!!!”

“What was that, you were saying?” Shinya enquired with a seemingly innocent look on his face.

“I- ahaha- I’m sorry, wai- hahahaa! I- I was jok- ahaha-”

“Hm? I didn’t quite catch that~”

“Ahah- okay, okay- I’m sorry, I- hahaha!! Stop- stop tickling me!”

“As you wish!” Shinya released his wriggling partner and laughed to himself at the chaos he’d caused.

Tsunagu leant on the counter to catch his breath and glared back at his tiny fiancé with mild vengeance in his eyes. “You are a menace...”

The silver haired man smiled and stretched his arms out in front of him. “Hm....maybe~”

Tsunagu straightened himself out and walked over to where Shinya was now standing, pulling the other man into another big hug.

“Did it work, though?”

The blond man tilted his head in a confused manner in response to the smaller man’s question. “What?”

“Well, you said you had something on your mind....and asked for a distraction, so....”

“Ah...” Tsunagu chuckled and rested their foreheads against each other. “Maybe just a little...”

“Oh?” Shinya smiled curiously, tilting his head up slightly so that he could gaze straight into the other man’s beautiful green eyes. “Only a little?”

The taller man hummed in response and brought his hands up to cup Shinya’s face gently, watching as his eyes happily scrunched up in a rather cute manner.

“So the tickling wasn’t enough of a distraction...” the smaller man teased lightly, leaning into the other man’s hands as he felt the familiar warmth comfort him.

“Well....” Tsunagu trailed off, pretending to think for a while before placing a small kiss on the tip of Shinya’s nose, smiling as he heard the other man giggle.

“Ah!” The silver haired hero gasped in an over exaggerated manner, raising both of his hands to cover his mouth in a classic ‘shocked’ pose. “Wait a second! What if I’m the distraction!!”

Tsunagu laughed and attacked his partner with a wave of unstoppable face smooches, causing the other to laugh loudly, his whole face lighting up in happiness and slight bashfulness.

“Well then, you’re the best distraction ever~” the blond man cooed, leaning in to press a soft kiss against Shinya’s lips and feeling even happier as he felt the other’s lips curl into a small smile against his own.

Shinya leant back and chuckled slightly. Pressing their lips together gently a second time, he leant further into the other’s comforting arms before burying his face into the taller man’s neck.

“Tsunagu?”

The aforementioned man looked down lovingly at the figure that fit so perfectly in his own embrace and smiled sweetly. “Yes, love?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” Shinya muttered quietly, his voice becoming less bold and more clearly worried again.

Tsunagu hesitated at the sudden shift in Shinya’s tone, but continued smiling nonetheless.

“As long as you don’t get yourself hurt along the way.”

“I’ll try my best.”

They both paused to share a soft and understanding gaze, the two of them knowing exactly how easy it was to become overly worried about a mission that could either go perfectly, or sometimes horribly wrong.

“Love you...” Tsunagu whispered, pressing their foreheads together and watching as Shinya closed his eyes in a reassured way.

“Mm....I love you t-”

“Ahem! Sorry, I seem to be interrupting something!”

The two sleep deprived lovers were snapped out of their conversation by the sound of a particular winged hero’s voice.

Looking like two children that had just been caught trying to steal the cookies out of a cookie jar, they fumbled out of each other’s arms and stuttered, trying to comprehend how silently the younger man must’ve been moving to get there without them noticing.

“Do you two wanna go get a room and flirt somewhere else? Or should I just stand here and wait until I can go and get a snack? I mean, this kitchen is perfectly big enough! To be honest, I wouldn’t even need to switch rooms I could just walk to the other side and I wouldn’t see ya-”

Hawks yawned loudly and raised an eyebrow at the two that were still stood there, their expressions showing more shock than you could possibly imagine.

“H-how....how long have you....” Shinya started to question, slightly afraid of what the answer could be.

“Oh long enough, don’t you worry. You both just seemed way too happy, I didn’t want to interrupt you...” the winged man chirped, knowing deep down that comfort and company was what they all needed at a time like this.

“Oh.....thank you...?”

“Yeah. You’re welcome...”

Hawks watched as the two other heroes glanced at each other sheepishly, before making his way closer to them.

“Y’know with all the noise you were making, you’re lucky that none of us can sleep! Or else you’d have woken us up and we’d all be in here!”

Tsunagu looked down at the floor in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah....sorry....”

“Doesn’t matter. Now move! I’m hungry and you are in the way!”

The smaller blond man pushed his way between the two ‘lovebirds’ and made his way towards the kitchen fridge, humming and appearing to be in his own little world as he did so.

“Hey-” Tsunagu started, but was interrupted by a hand being placed gently on his arm.

“Leave him be.” Shinya smiled fondly.

“Okay...”

“Also, love?”

“Hm?”

“Your tea has gone cold.”

Tsunagu looked over at the cup that was sitting patiently on the side of the counter, and sure enough, it had gone pretty cold at this point. “Ah.”

“Want another one?” Shinya asked, reaching out for the taller man to grab his hand as he made his way towards the kitchen counter.

“No it’s okay,” Tsunagu said with a smile, squeezing his partners hand in his own and pulling him into another warm embrace.

“I feel much better now.”

[achliegh]

Bandaids

Hello, I’m back with part three of this little series. It has been quite nice to tell this story and is good therapy for me. Again I mean no disrespect with this fic these are things that have happened to me and how I deal with them. Read at your own risk, this is a triggering fic. Tell me is you want a part 4

CW/TW: CW/TW: Past Abusive relationship, Anxiety, Depression, Panic Attack, past age difference relationship (Illegal)

Part1 Part2

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Besides Luka, I made him up, don’t care for him tho

Leo wasn’t walking home, he was stomping. How dare that jerk call him pecan he hasn’t used that name in years, he asked his boys to never call him that. He wants to scream, he wants to shout. He wants to break down and cry, he wants to break down and laugh. He is feeling everything at once and yet nothing at all. The usual ten minute drive to the apartment has turned into a 15 minute stomp back home. He throws his bag on the ground and goes to the kitchen. He is going to distract himself in the best way he knows how. Baking.

By the time Logan and Finn came home the house was filled with a wonderful smell. They both floated into the kitchen following the smell and stopped dead in their tracks. Leo's hands were covered in bandaids, there was flour everywhere, a first aid kit on the table and dishes all over. His eyes were red from crying and his hands shook as he was cutting butter to fold into some homemade pasty crust. They shared a look and both silently agreed Finn would keep an eye on Leo while Logan went to call Sirius.

“Hey Nutty, what Cha making?” Finn sat on a stool across the island from Leo as he took his frustration out on the dough he was making. Leo looked up at Finn through his messed up hair that he has been tugging on every once in a while. “It smells great in here”

He just blinks at him and then his eyes widen as he drops his dough. “Fuck, I forgot about about my cookies!” The younger boy turns around and pulls some odd shaped sugar cookies out of the oven, hes shaking bad enough that the baking sheet is moving in the pan as he sets it down on the counter. “I don’t even like sugar cookies- what- why did I made these?” He looks at Finn as if the older boy has the answer to everything and his eyes start to fill with tears. “What am I even doing? Half of this can’t even be ate because theyre have my fucking blood in them and my literally tears. Finn, I don’t want to feel like this anymore.” He wraps his arms around himself as a few silent tear streak down his face.

Finn’s heart just shatters as he watches Leo fall apart right before his eyes. He walks over and cautiously reaches out for the light of his life. A silent invitation for touch. The younger boy practically falls into his arms and presses his nose into Finn's neck. Leo isn’t sobbing, he has done enough of that the past few weeks. A few rogue tears did fall onto his shoulder but he didn’t care. Finn moved Leo to sit down on one of the bar stools as Finn figures out how to turn off the oven.

Leo was resting his head in his hands when he felt a hand on his back, he wasn’t sure how much time had passed. He might have dozed off for a few minutes as the adrenaline from his argument earlier seeped out of his veins. He looked up to look into a pool of emeralds and his heart skipped a beat. Sometimes he forgot how lucky he was to have two beautiful boys who loved him. He felt guilty for how he has been acting the past few weeks but the boys have been so good to him and so good at understanding his boundaries at different times. He learned it and gave his boy a smooch. He smiled when Logan kissed back and pulled away putting their foreheads together

“Mon Coeur, Sirius is here I think you two should talk.” He looks into his eyes and pushes his hair off his forehead and kisses the young boy's forehead. He pulled away and went to stand by Finn. “We will be in the other room if you need us okay? Peanut?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay” he sends a soft smile their way as they both plant a kiss on each of his cheeks and head to the bedroom as Sirius walks in and sits next to Leo on a bar stool and looks into the kitchen.

“You really did a number on this kitchen, eh Nutty” He smiles at the young boy and is struck by just how rough he looks. The wild hair, the dark sleep bruises under his eyes, the bandaged up fingers, pale face. He looked so young and so vulnerable. Sirius understood, and he wanted to help. “Leo, can… can you tell me what's going on? Everyone has been worrying about you ever since Luka showed up.” He noticed the way Leo looked alarmed and tensed when he said Luka. “You know, I haven’t really talked to many people on the team about my past and my family. My parents would physically… abuse me, and they would say horrible things to me. Some of the habits they forced on me I have actually kept over the years, Heather says i should keep them because it will remind me of what I’ve come from.” He looked up to see Leo staring at him and he took his hand in support. “Do you go to Heather?”

“Yeah, I-I do go to her. Not as much as I should but I don’t know how much I can handle.” He looks as though he is thinking of the right words to say. “Sirius, you don’t have to tell me anything, I said basically everything that happened in the locker room… He would treat me like I was a disposable fleshlight” He tightens his grip on Sirius’ hand and balls his other fist tight enough to crack his knuckles. “ Sorry, some people don’t like when I do that.” He looks at Sirius and swallows.

“I understand, Leo this isn’t something you should have to deal with. If what I heard in the locker room was true then we need to talk to Arthur and the Lions Organization to get him fired because you, looking and acting like this. It has to be so stressful and if I had to work around my father or god forbid my Maman I couldn’t handle it. You're incredibly strong and I actually admire you for that.``

“Cap I have done nothing but cause issues for the last month!”

“You have a reason for acting out though Leo, and we can help you. Please, Let the team help you.” His eyes were pleading as Leo looked into them. He nodded and Sirius pulled him into a tight embrace. “Go tell your boys we are going to talk to Arthur.” He smiled as Leo wandered over to the bedroom, he could hear talking and a few smacks off kisses.

Leo emerged from the room with a shy smile on his face and red cheeks. Sirius shook his head but smiled as he patted the Goalies shoulder and walked them out the door to his range rover.

[y0itsbri]

my adored bri 🥰💙 hope you’re having an amazing week!

today I finally baked something again after a pretty long dry spell, and I wanted to share these with you because your “3 things you wish you could do more often” ask inspired me to bake 😌💙🍪

chocolate chip cookies! they look kinda meh but the lighting in my kitchen is whack dnkddn I swear they taste good! they’re crunchy and soft and uuhhh 😮‍💨

did you do something fun today? ☀️ 🌺

sending you some virtual cookies and tons of forehead smooches 💙💜❤️🥰😘🍪

my enchanting paola!! 💞💞

i could cry omg thank you so much for sharing this with me! if i can do anything in this life, it would be to inspire people to do more of what they love and what makes them happy 🥺

i biscotti al cioccolato! i actually know this in italian! (i think!)

they look delicious! even with your 'whack' kitchen lighting :') i could never bake them that perfect in a million years. also i love love love your plate in the first pic <33 and the flower edit is super cute 🌼

my week has been pretty good! full of nature and friends! i hope your week is going amazing 🥰 i've only had a few classes today, so nothing super fun yet. i'm planning on finally painting something again tonight, so hopefully that goes well! lmao

lovingly accepting all the virtual cookies and forehead smooches & 100% returning the favor 😗💋❤️

[samthemarvelfan]

See You Again: One Shot

Summary: 5 years after losing Bucky, you find yourself still trying to adjust to your not-so-new version of normal. One knock on your front door changed all that.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC, Steve Rogers.

Warnings: A bit of angst and then pure and squishy fluff.

A/N: Hi everyone! Okay so this one kinda got away from me a little bit (AKA its waaaay longer than I intended.) Still, I hope you like it all the same. 

Taglist:@iheartsebastianstan @jjlizz @stuckysbabe @sk493494 @lefoutoir @nickangel13 @marvelismysafezone @lilulo-12 @warmvanillafeels @heartofagamotto @ravenesque @pinknerdpanda @wintersoldierissucharide (strikethrough means the tag didn’t work! I’m sorry!) Tags are OPEN! Just send an ask :)

Monday.

The sound and smell of sizzling bacon filled the kitchen. Your iced coffee was within an arms reach, using it to kick start your morning.

“Mama, I can’t wait til next year.” Your daughter said proudly, coloring at the kitchen table.

You smiled to yourself, tussling her hair as you put her plate of pancakes and bacon in front of her.

“And why is that, sweet girl?” You asked.

Maggie put down the yellow crayon she’d been scribbling furiously with. “Because Mama, then I get to ride the bus and go to school! Remember what you said? When I’m 5 I get to go to big girl school!” She held up a picture of a wonky school bus with a smiling girl inside.

A chuckle escaped you. “You’re so smart, baby. Do you remember everything I say?”

She nodded taking a big, sticky bite of pancakes. “Yeah. Most of the stuffs anyway. Can you put this one on the ‘frigerator?”

“Of course.” You hung the picture with a homemade play-doh magnet she’s made for you at summer camp last year. Maggie ate happily, as you played music and did the dishes. Mornings like these were your favorite, soaking in the happiness of your daughter before you had to head to work.

You were snuggled with Maggie on the couch, watching Blue’s Clues. She wiggled taking a sip of her apple juice; a treat in her eyes. Usually, you only gave her water.

“Mama, Blue starts with the letter ‘b’!” She shouted excitedly, turning to face you.

Her cerulean eyes lit up at you, looking for confirmation.

You released a shocked gasp, “Oh my gosh, it does! You’re so smart, Maggie!”

She smiled proudly, before turning back to the tv.

“Mama?” She called to you.

“Hm?” You said absentmindedly.

She looked up at you with big eyes once again, “My Daddy’s name started with a ‘B’, too.”

All at once, it’s as if time moved a bit slower. You try your best to hide your reaction from Maggie. “It sure did, baby girl. Well his nickname did, anyway.”

She let out a small giggle, “Oh jeez, I’m so silly, Mama!” She said, pretending to hit her palm against her forehead.

The smallest tears prickled your eyes, “Yes you are, baby. I love you.”

“Wuv you, Mama.” Maggie said, climbing onto your lap and giving you a wet kiss that still smelled of maple syrup.

Glancing at the clock, you notice the time. “Maggie, grab your bag and put your cup in it, Uncle Steve will be here soon.”

She squealed in delight. This was the routine, Steve comes Monday’s and Saturday's to spend time with Maggie, and you do some light office work down at the VA. It was only two days a week, but it made you feel somewhat normal.

As normal as could be.

Steve arrived at 10 am on the dot as usual. “Hey, Ella.” He said smiling, kissing your cheek.

“Hey yourself, someone is excited as al—“

“Uncle Steve!” You were cut off by a high-pitch scream and the pitter-patter of little feet running toward the door.

He crouched and smiled immediately, “Hiya, munchkin!” He scooped her into his arms, carrying her back into the house.

“I brought you a surprise.” He said as he held her.

She instinctively covered her eyes, “I won’t peek! I won’t!”

He placed her down, and pulled a small container of bubbles out of his back pocket.

“Wanna go to the park and maybe blow some bubbles?” He asked her with a smile.

She gasped, “Bubbles! Bubbles, Mama! Uncle Steve brought bubbles!”

You smiled at her excitement, “I see that, baby! Go get your shoes on quick!”

Your smile faltered slightly as Maggie ran to grab her shoes, and Steve noticed.

“You okay?” He asked, rubbing your shoulder.

You nod subtly, “She mentioned him this morning. Just wasn’t expecting her too—hell I never expect her too.”

He smiled, “She’s a smart one, that kid. Remembers everything.”

You smile in an attempt to push the pain away, “I’m always so impressed when she talks about him. It’s like she knows him, Steve. Even though she’s never met him.”

Steve heard the wobble of your voice. He sighed with empathy, before enveloping you in a hug. “He’d be so proud of you. You’re such an amazing Mom, and Maggie...” Steve said pulling back, you noticed the tears brimming his eyes. They must’ve matched yours.

“Maggie is everything good that Bucky ever was. Even more so because she’s half of you. God, she reminds me so much of him.” He smiled fondly.

You feel your lip quiver, “5 years, Steve. I can’t believe he’s been gone that long.” You wipe your eyes quickly, knowing Maggie will be back any second.

Steve cleared the tremors from his throat. “I know.”

“I just wish I got to tell him. I can just see the look on his face...he would’ve been so happy.” You imagine fondly.

“Mama! I got my...Mama? You okay?” Maggie asks, slowing down as she enters the room.

She walks up to you with arms up, and you hoist her to your hip. “Mama’s okay, baby.”

She grabbed your face in her little hands, and shook her head. “Mama sad...” she said quietly.

You kiss her forehead, and hold her to you close. “I’m was a little sad, baby, but seeing you made me so much better. I love you, Maggie.”

“I wuv you, Mama, and I wuv Uncle Steve.” She said happily.

“You do?!” Steve asked, tickling Maggie’s sides.

She laughed for a moment, before clinging to Steve’s neck. “Yeah, and I wuv my Daddy too. I bet he was so nice, Uncle Steve.”

That’s another thing Maggie definitely got from Bucky; knowing just what to say and when to say it.

Steve smiled, and pushed some hair out of her face, “Your Daddy was the best, kiddo. I promise.”

You looked at the clock once more, “Shoot! I gotta go, have a good day, baby!”

You kissed the crown of Maggie’s head, and kissed Steve’s cheek before handing her bag to him, “Lunch is—“

“In the bag.” He said smiling.

“Yeah. Oh and the sunscreen—“

“Little pocket on the front.” He said, handing you your keys.

“Right, oh and don’t let—“

“Don’t let her have anymore juice because she had some already. I got it, Els. Go.” He chucked, ushering you out.

“Okay, okay. Bye, guys!” You said happily.

While you knew talking about Bucky with Maggie was always a good thing, the missing him never got easier. Sure there were days you thought about him less, but he never really left your mind.

Not when the daughter you share is waking you up every morning with hugs and snuggles and kisses.

Bucky missed everything.

He missed the diapers, all those diapers. Her first laugh, and when she said ‘mama’ for the first time. He missed her learn to crawl and her first steps. Bucky never even got to heart her heart beat.

These were things you should have shared with him—memories you should’ve made with him.

You’d gone to therapy. You’d been walked through the stages of grief more times than anyone should have to be. Yet, the hurt was still there. It’s always going to be there, and that’s the life you’ve got to make work now. This—this is your normal.

Friday

“Maggie, don’t touch those cookies, little missy!” You shout from the living room.

She comes sulking out of the kitchen, “Mama you left them on the counter! I see them! They’re right there!”

You chuckle as you finish wrapping the vacuum cord back up to put away. “Yes I did, and they’re for after dinner.”

“That’s not fair!” She whined, fake tears being forced into her eyes.

“Maggie Jane I am in no mood for this. You can either sulk on the couch with no tv, or you can go play in your room until I say your spaghetti is done. Whatcha think?” You asked in your sternest mom-voice.

She wiped the fake tears, “Okay Mama, I go play.”

You bent down and smooched her forehead, “There’s my girl.”

Her feet padded down the hallway, and you made your way to the kitchen, putting on a pot for the pasta.

As you wiped down the counters, you felt something strange; like a surge of energy. The kind that is palpable, and makes your hair stand on end. It was hard to explain, but it was like suddenly the air was electric.

The kitchen lights dimmed four or five times before settling back to normal.

Goosebumps prickled your skin and you’re mind began to race.

“What the hell...” you whispered. “Maggie, you okay?” You called down the hall.

“Yes, Mama! I’m playing with my play-doh!” She responded happily.

Thank God... you thought to yourself.

After what happened 5 years ago, any time something felt off, no matter how small it seemed, you automatically assumed the worst.

You open the shades above your sink. The sun was shining bright—brighter than it had in forever.

“Huh...” you thought aloud.

Before you made the pasta, you sent a quick text to Steve, making sure he was still coming for his weekly dinner. After almost 20 minutes and no response, you figured something came up.

“Maggie! Dinner!” You shout, putting her plate and cup on the table.

She ran into the kitchen with delight, “S’ghetti!” She shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

You scooted her in closer to the table, before sitting in the seat beside her.

“Mama? Where’s Uncle Steve?” She asked taking a bite of her pasta.

You scooted some of the food around on your plate, “I’m not sure, kiddo. I think he might’ve gotten stuck at work.”

“Can we call him?” An innocent question from an innocent mind.

You shook your head, “No, baby. Well call him tomorrow.”

The rest of your evening was relatively calm, considering the unsettling feeling you’ve had since that episode in the kitchen. Maggie had her bath and 2 bedtime stories, and was now safely and soundly tucked in bed.

You, on the other hand, lay awake in your own, your mind unable to quiet the eerily familiar thoughts that something was wrong.

You still hadn’t heard from Steve, which is very unlike him, so you decide to text him once more.

Hey, haven’t heard from you. Weirded out by what happened earlier, idk if it was a power surge or what but now I’m anxiety city. Call me please, so I know you’re safe. Love you.

You sat with that for about an hour, before you eyes betrayed your mind. Your lids felt 1000 times heavier and you decided sleep would be a good idea since Maggie is a notoriously early riser on the weekends. You’ll call Steve in the morning, and if necessary, you’d send out a search party.

Saturday.

You’d surprisingly woken up before Maggie. This meant hopefully and hour or so to yourself, maybe watch a movie without animals that sing? That would be paradise.

As you padded through your living room with your coffee in hand, you jumped hearing someone scream outside.

You put the coffee down and quickly check on Maggie, still sound asleep. Her sound machine muffling the screams and cries from outside.

Peeking out the window, you see your neighbor crying on her knees. She’s holding someone, a boy, no older than 12 or 13.

“Miles?” You ask yourself. He was your neighbor’s son.

He’d also vanished 5 years ago.

“That’s...that’s not possible.” You whisper.

Then you hear it again, more cries. Cries of joy, from all around your neighborhood.

You fumble with the blankets on the couch, searching for your phone. You find it and quickly dial Steve’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail.

Your body is shaking as you hear the beep. “Steve, I-I don’t know what the hell is happening. T-There’s people who...I don’t know. I’m freaking the fuck out! Call me soon...please.”

A knock at the front door makes you jump. You slipped your phone into your pocket, and walked to it slowly.

With your hand on the knob, you hesitate, feeling your body screaming at you not to open it.

Another set of knocks, softer than the ones before had been.

You let out a puff of air, and swing the door open. When it revealed your visitor, you swear you could have fainted right then and there.

This couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be real.

“Hey, Sugar.” He said breathlessly.

His hair was in a bun at the nap of his neck, and he was dressed in a black Henley and sweats to match. His face was bruised and cut and the circles under his eyes showed whatever he’d just been through definitely wasn’t easy.

You felt like you were gonna collapse. The room was spinning and your vision went blurry.

“Y-You’re dead. You’re dead, James.” You spoke. What else could you say?

“Ella, you gotta sit down, your pale as a ghost.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you back into the house.

Bucky kicked the door closed, the sound of it slamming seemingly braking your trance.

“Let me go!” You shout, pulling away from him.

“Els—“ he starts.

You shake your head, “No...stop. You’re not real. I’m hallucinating or something.”

When Bucky first died, you saw him everywhere. Swearing to yourself, and your therapist, that you could still hear him—smell him.

He reached out and stroked your cheek, “I swear to you, Doll, I’m real.”

Your eyes stung with tears, “H-How?”

“It’s a long story. One that I promise I’ll tell you but I really just wanna hold you for a second.” He breathed.

You stared at him. Bucky was, for all intents and purposes, unchanged. He looked the same way he did when he vanished.

You on the other hand looked entirely different. The crinkles by your eyes were more defined, there were stretch marks on your belly from carrying Maggie, and those chronic bags under your eyes from raising her alone.

Bucky took a tentative step forward, before taking your face in his hands. He took you in for a moment, and then wrapped his arms around you. “God, you’re so beautiful.” He said into your hair.

You felt yourself melt into him, something you’d done so many times, it’s no wonder it happened so naturally.

“You always know just what to say.” Your voice was trembling.

You inhaled him. A lifetime of memories flooding your mind, along with all the pain you’d felt for the last 5 years. You shut your eyes tight, keeping the warmth of his body against yours. “I-I can’t even begin to tell you—“

“Shh, I know. Believe me, Els...I know.” He whispered.

You looked up at him. His cerulean eyes reminding you of all the life you’d lived with him, and of the one you’d loved without him. But Bucky was here, standing in the home you’d once shared together.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, “Buck, I need to tell you...” your voice drifted off.

Bucky brushes the hair out of your face, “What is it, Sugar?”

You shook your head, still having trouble believe this is real. “I just, I don’t know where to start, James...”

He kissed your forehead sweetly, his warm lips soothing your soul in a way you didn’t know you needed until this moment.

“Start from right now. I don’t know how to navigate this...but we can figure it out. To—“

“Mama?” Maggie’s small voice interrupted Bucky’s words.

You peek around his large form to see your daughter clinging to her stuffed piglet that shows all the signs of being well-loved for the past few years.

You sigh contently, “Good morning, beautiful girl.”

She quietly walked by Bucky, looking up at him as he stares at her in disbelief. Maggie held her arms out for you and you hoisted her to your hip.

“Ella...” Bucky says breathlessly, looking between the two of you.

He sees it immediately. The eyes that are mirror images of his own, the dimple on her cheek matching the one you have on yours.

You kissed her temple. “This is Maggie.”

A muffled sob sounded from Bucky’s chest, “Maggie...” he whispered happily.

She turns her head at the sound of her name and looks at him, watching him for a moment, taking him in.

“Does your name start with a ‘B’?” She whispered, fiddling with her stuffy.

Bucky smiles and let out a small laugh, “It sure does.”

Maggie turns back to you, her eyes wide with excitement. “Is that my Daddy, Mama?”

You squeeze her tight, blinking the tears away. “It is, baby.”

She wiggles to be put down on the floor, so you oblige.

Confident as always, she walks up to Bucky, and he crouches to meet her. “I’m Maggie.” She says, holding back a giggle.

Bucky smiles and strokes her hair, “Hi, Maggie.” He chokes out.

She spots the tears in his eyes and turns to you. “Mama? Is Daddy sad?”

Daddy

A word that was once so painful for you to hear her say, was now your favorite sound in the world.

“I don’t know, kiddo. Why don’t you ask him?” You say, crossing your arm comfortably.

She turns back to Bucky with her arms raised, and he scoops her up without a second thought. She places her little hands on his face and look at him, “Daddy sad?” She asks.

Bucky’s lip quivered, and he shook his head. “No, beautiful. D-Daddy isn’t sad.” You could tell he couldn’t believe he was saying that word.

“Daddy is so, so happy.”

Bucky has spent the day getting to know his daughter.

Maggie had shown him all of the pictures she’s drawn of him over the years. They’d had a tea party for lunch, and played with her play-doh.

You’d put her down for a nap, and Bucky washed the dishes from lunch. It all felt so routine, domestic...

Normal.

Bucky told you everything.

Thanos. The army. Natasha, and Tony. Oh God, Tony...Your heart hurt for him, and the thought he’d never see his daughter again.

“I’m so sorry, Sugar.” He said, sipping coffee from his mug.

You shook your head in disbelief. “Why are you sorry?”

He thought for a moment, before he grabbed your hand, entangling your fingers.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I made you do all this alone.” He pulled you close to him, so you were leaning against his body.

“I should be apologizing to you, I never even got to tell you...” you drifted off.

He turned your face to his, and put his lips on yours.

Passion wasn’t even an accurate enough word.

This was gratitude. This was fear, it was heartache and lust and yearning all wrapped into one.

This was love.

Bucky pulled away slowly, resting his forehead on yours.

“You’ve given me everything, Ella. Maggie...she’s--she’s incredible, and you made her that way.” The tears in his eyes finally spilled over, as did yours. “I can’t wait to get to know her.”

“I love you, James. I love you.” You said quietly.

Bucky stroked your cheek, “I love you, too.”

[slusheeduck]

Binding Resolution

https://slusheeduck.tumblr.com/post/626433636773838848/binding-resolution[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2]

Chapter 3

              The backpack falls from your hands with a loud thud, and the lovey-dovey exchanges come to a screeching halt. Queen Vanessa’s head snaps over to look at you, ice-blue eyes narrowing suspiciously before she puts on a stiff smile.

              “Darling, who’s this?” she asks through her teeth.

              The Prince—should you start thinking of him as Snatcher? But that’s so weird—looks over at you. “Hey, kiddo, welcome back to the world of the living,” he says with a smile, though it fades as he pulls away from Vanessa to crouch down in front of you. “Well, maybe I spoke too soon. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

              You laugh. You know you shouldn’t, but like, come on.

              Despite the fact that you did not actually find his comment that funny, he relaxes. “Well, that’s more than you’ve said all day.”

              “Darling, who is that?” Vanessa’s voice is much more clipped, and her smile seems frozen in place. You don’t like that.

              The Prince, however, is unphased and pats your hat. “An urchin I picked up off the street, obviously. Getting ready for a life of indentured servitude.” He smiles down at you. “Do I have to tell you I’m joking now, or are you catching on?”

              You manage a weak laugh. These jokes of his weren’t really that funny to begin with, but now they make you a little sick. He pats your hat again as he looks back to Vanessa.

              “She’s just a little visitor. Got lost in the woods, so we’re getting her rested up before finding out where home is.”

              Vanessa’s stuck smile finally disappears, now replaced with an exaggerated pout. “But…but I came home early so we could spend a whole extra day together.”

              “And we will, my love, we will.”

              “But…I don’t want anyone bothering you today! I mean, apart from me, of course.” The pout becomes even more exaggerated. “After all, we’re getting married soon. We should be spending every moment possible together to get ready.”

              The Prince shakes his head with a fond smile, then walks back to Vanessa and presses a kiss to her forehead. “We have plenty of time, my princess, don’t you worry.” He takes a step back, keeping his hands on her arms. “Look, I’ve already had the Dwellers cooking up some food, and I’m sure you’re exhausted after fast-tracking it home. Why don’t you…” He taps her nose. “…go freshen up, and I’ll take care of some business I got behind on thanks to our visitor, and then we’ll all meet up in a bit for brunch. Deal?”

              Vanessa giggles. “Deal,” she says, leaning forward to kiss him again before jumping up to give him a tight hug. Over his shoulder, her bright smile drops as she looks down at you, something in her eyes sending a chill down your spine.

A moment later, she bounced back out of his arms. “I’ll miss you every moment we’re apart, my prince,” she coos.

              “And so will I, my princess.” He kisses her again, then pulls away to walk down the hallway.

Vanessa watches him go, then sighs before stomping her way up the stairs. From your spot, you hear the door open. “Why are you in here?” you hear her ask the Dwellers. “My bedroom should have been UNTOUCHED.”

              You decide now is a good time to see what the Prince is up to.

~

              You find him in an office, tucked away in the back corner of the mansion. You don’t think you ever got this far, but then again, you might not have been able to recognize it if you had. The Prince is crouched over his desk, quill scratching quickly over paper.

              You’re willing to bet pons to donuts that he’s writing out contracts of some sort, but probably ones of a less soul-stealy nature. And, since he’ll one day be legally obligated to be your BFF, you figure you might as well take a look.

              “Oh, hey, kid. You looking to be put to work?”

              You hesitate for a moment, looking at his desk. Pages upon pages of letters are scattered all over it.

              “I won’t turn down the help, pull up a chair and grab a quill.” He pushes his pot of ink so it sits between the two of you, then puts his hand over it. “Wait. You can write, can’t you?”

              You send him a flat look and nod.

              “Just checking! Someone is definitely feeling better, isn’t she?” He pulls his hand back, picking up his quill again. “Anyway, I’m just writing letters to the Dwellers, so don’t worry about being too fancy. It sounds sappy, but…we’re pretty isolated out here, so I like sending them some mail every now and again. They’re always over the moon to get some from the ‘outside world,’ even if it’s just a smiley face.”

              You smile a bit as you start to write. This is much nicer than outright stealing mail and redelivering it. Huh, Snatcher really wasn’t that bad of a guy before everything happened, was he?

              A thought crosses your mind, a kind of terrible one. Generally speaking, trying to change the past is a BIG no-no, even bigger than dropping a Time Piece. But…if…and this was a BIG if…but if you could stop the break up from happening, then maybe Vanessa and the Prince could stay normal, and Subcon Forest could stay happy. In that case, it’d be better for everyone involved, wouldn’t it?

              The Prince interrupts your thoughts by cracking his knuckles. “Jeez, writing this much makes my hands cramp up. Back in school I would have actual dreams about being able to write up contracts with just my mind. But I suppose that’s the life of a prince, isn’t it?” He takes up his quill again, then pauses. “Well, technically, that’s the life of the Grand Duke of the Subcon Forest—actually, technically Grand Duke and District Attorney of the Subcon Forest. But that’s a mouthful, isn’t it?”

              Attorney? You knew it.

              The Prince catches your smug look and grins. “Bet you haven’t heard of a noble lawyer, have you, kid? Well, I haven’t, either. But lawyers who are minor royalty are also pretty rare.” He laughs at his own joke, and you politely laugh with him. “Anyway, I thought it’d be a good thing to have in my pocket, you know? But—and contain your surprise at this, kid—there’s not much in terms of legal settlements out here in Subcon. But who knows, maybe it’ll come in handy when I’m king. There’s all sorts of treaties and stuff to take care of, and I won’t have to worry about Subcon when it’s not my domain anymore.” A strange expression crosses his face at that, and he abruptly sets the quill down. “Anyway, I think that’s enough letters for this round. I’ve got ribbons in the drawer there, we’ll just roll these up, tie ‘em off, and then pop them into some mailboxes.”

              You nod, then open up the drawer. You don’t find ribbons, but you do find a very official-looking piece of paper with the word “Contract” embellished at the top.

              Really, you’re surprised it took you this long.

              You pull it out, looking it over. It’s much longer than the ones Snatcher gave you, with a lot of big words and sentences that seem to go on forever. But you do pick out “Queen Vanessa” and “marriage,” so it’s probably…

              “Heyyy, hey, hey, that is definitely not ribbons.” The contract is plucked out of your hand, and the Prince puts it back in the drawer in a hurry before slamming it shut. “Anyway, you don’t want to read that. It’s all boring marriage stuff. Did you know there’s a whole bunch of legal processing when you get married? No, wait, of course you wouldn’t, you’re, like, six. Annnnyway…”

              “My Priiiiince!”

              This time, the Prince looks downright relieved at the squeal, and this time he’s prepared for Vanessa to launch herself at him, deftly catching her and setting her in his lap.

              “I was wondering when you’d be coming in,” he says, leaning forward to rub his nose against hers.

              “Oh, I’m sorry to keep you waiting, darling,” she replies, giving him another pout. “It was those Dwellers. Someone apparently messed up my bed while I was gone.”

              For a moment, you and the Prince lock eyes over her shoulder, both of you fighting grimaces. The Prince breaks away first, putting on a mock-serious face as he cups her chin.

              “Well! I’ll be sure to get to the bottom of it, my love. We can’t have your bedroom getting messed up.”

              Vanessa giggles before snuggling up to him. “It’ll be so much easier when we’re married. I’m not letting you out of my sight, ever, and so I won’t even need a visiting room out here in Subcon! Just think, no more incompetent Dwellers demanding your attention and messing up our beds.” She lifts her head. “Speaking of, have they finished brunch yet? I’m starving.”

              The same strange expression crosses his face, but only for a moment before his smile’s back on. “I’m sure they are by now. Why don’t we get going?” He helps Vanessa to her feet, then, keeping a hold of her hand, presses kisses up the length of her arm as he stands up himself.

              Jeez. You knew the two of them were in love, but this is just gross. But you’ve already decided you’re going to try and help, and “gross” is much more preferable to “murderous.” Even so, you’d almost prefer having them be their current selves if it means no more baby talk and gratuitous smooching.

              “Hey, kid, come on. Bet you’re starving after the morning you’ve had,” the Prince says. He doesn’t seem to notice when Vanessa grips his arm tighter, nor the icy look she sends your way before giving a sharp smile.

              “Of course. Wouldn’t want our guest to go hungry.” The smile drops, and she tugs the Prince out the door, much more roughly than she needs to.

              You get the feeling she doesn’t like you much. But much more important is the feeling that your stomach is empty, so you shake it off and follow them.

~

              You haven’t had brunch before, but you’ve decided it’s now your favorite meal of the day. At least, it is in Subcon Forest.

              There’s eggs and sausage and biscuits and fruit and, most importantly, cookies! For BREAKFAST! Time travel is notorious for making you hungry, and you’re pretty sure you’ve inhaled six of these breakfast cookies before you’ve even sat down properly.

              You realize halfway through your second sausage that you’re probably not behaving the way you should when having  brunch with royalty, but the Prince doesn’t seem to mind all that much.

              “Careful, Vanessa,” he says as you reach for yet another cookie. “Looks like we might have someone who loves cookies more than you.”

              “Not possible.” Vanessa’s voice is flat, and she hasn’t so much as touched her fork yet. Instead, she’s just staring at you. Her face is composed, but you still get the impression she’s imagining some not very nice things.

              The Prince doesn’t seem to notice, instead stirring his coffee with another laugh. “You really ought to come back when Vanessa’s the one in the kitchen. Her cookies? Ugh, to die for.”

              Suddenly, you don’t want to eat anymore cookies. Possibly ever again.

              “Oh, if you’re looking for jam, try this one.” The Prince nudges a small jar toward you. “Here, I lo—” He catches himself. “It’s my favorite.”

              You’re not sure what’s weirder: the way he corrected himself, or the fact that you’re getting jam recommendations from Snatcher. Either way, you decide you might as well try it. As you’re spooning it onto some toast, another heavenly smell comes from the kitchen. This one seems to pull Vanessa out of her one-sided staring contest with you, but she doesn’t seem any happier. In fact, she looks outright angry.

              “What is that?” she snaps at the Dweller who enters the room with a covered dish.

              The Dweller pauses, their masked face going between Vanessa and the Prince. “It’s, uh…actually, I think it needs to go back to the kitchen.”

              “Show me what you’ve brought,” Vanessa says through her teeth.

              “Vanessa, love…” The Prince tries, but she holds up a finger to shush him. The Dweller is visibly shaking as they lift up the cover on the tray.

              “Bacon?!”

              You swear you see the lights flicker, and you sink down in your seat as she continues to shout at the Dweller.

              “You know bacon is not allowed at the table!”

              “Vanessa, darling, it was a mistake.” The Prince is immediately on his feet, turning Vanessa around to face him. The Dweller took the chance to bolt back into the kitchen. “I mean, you dropped by much earlier than planned and…”

              “I don’t care! I won’t have you loving something more than me first thing in the morning!” She gasps suddenly, then narrows her eyes up at him. “Have you…have you been eating bacon when I’m not here?”

              “No, no! Of course not, dearest. And anyway, you know I could never love anything more than you, especially not some cured pork.”

              “I don’t want you to love anything but me!” she snaps back at him, pushing him back before crossing her arms in a huff. “Not bacon, not this stupid forest, nothing.”

              Immediately, the Prince is behind her, hugging her tightly despite her stiff pose. “Don’t be ridiculous, love. You know I love you more than anything, Vanessa.”

              For a moment, she stays stiff, but then she leans against him with a sigh. “I just…after my last relationship…”

              “I know.”

              “And I get so worried…”

              “I know, I know. But I’m not like him.”

              Vanessa lets out a shaky sigh, then turns and buries her face in his chest. The Prince strokes her hair silently for several minutes, then lifts her head and rubs her cheek with his thumb, smiling gently.

              “Better?”

              Vanessa nods.

              “I think, love, that you’re exhausted.” He leans down to kiss her cheek. “Look, I’ve still got some Dweller business to attend to. Why don’t you take a nap, and then by the time you wake up, I’ll be right back.”

              She looks up at him with big, blue eyes. “Promise?”

              “Promise.”

              Vanessa nods, then pulls the Prince down to give him a very long kiss right on the lips. Finally, she lets him go. The Prince blinks a few times, looking stunned, then shakes his head.

              “C-C’mon, Kid. Can’t keep the Dwellers waiting for their mail,” he says, smiling woozily.

              You quickly hop down from your chair, all but running to the Prince’s side after witnessing all that. Despite everything telling you not to, you look back at Vanessa. She’s not smiling as you two go, and as a shadow crosses her face, you swear you can see a trace of red in her ice-blue eyes. You pick up the pace and turn back around, sticking as close to the Prince as possible as you both exit the house.

              You’ll be the first to admit that you don’t know the first thing about relationships. After all, you’re just a kid. But what you’re seeing doesn’t seem normal, and maybe your goal here shouldn’t be trying to keep the two of them together.

              Maybe it’s keeping them far, far apart.

[Chapter 4]

[shapeshiftinterest]

This Could Be Us But You Playin': badgermao & shadow badgermao (CH 3)

Mao and Shadow Mao return to see that the HQ has been trashed

Adorabat explains

sidenote: she doesn’t know what the Badgerclops’ were talking about, just that BC was choking on some toast

story under the read more

This Could Be Us But You Playin' (also on ao3)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Both Maos dropped their grocery bags in shock, eyes widening. 

Mao held his head in disbelief as Shadow Mao lifted a hand to where their mouth would be and let out a silent gasp.

The living room, office, and probably the kitchen, were all a mess. Papers were scattered everywhere and a good half of the furniture was overturned. 

The living room table was split in half, random memorabilia still on fire. Burnt toast was everywhere, on the floor, the walls, even the ceiling. And was that- 

“SOFIA!!“ Mao cried, rushing over to the rafters. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you down from there!“

While Mao was freaking out over the couch, Shadow Mao sprinted towards the kitchen. 

His boyfriend was doing a hand stand while Badgerclops sat backwards in a chair and drew his portrait... in ketchup. Shadow Mao looked past them to see Adorabat T-posing on the kitchen table.

But where was- 

*thump*

The sound brought his attention to their adopted deputy, stuck head first in a box of cookies and struggling to get out.

“BADGERCLOPS WHERE ARE YOU?!“ Mao shouted from the living room. 

“UH, I’M KINDA BUSY HERE MAO” he scoffed, continuing to smear ketchup on the canvas. “Some people just don’t appreciate my creative ways, y’kno?“

“DROP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND HELP ME WITH SOFIA!!!“

“NO WAY MAN, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PAINT SOMEONE DOING A HANDSTAND?!?!“

Shadow Mao shook his head at them before trying to get Shadowbat unstuck, gently tugging the box off their head and wiping the crumbs off.

They blinked and ‘squee’ed at their guardian, the bat’s eyes turning into happy slits as they rubbed the top of their head against his chin in thanks.

Shadow Mao set them on the table next to Adorabat, who was now shoving pieces of toast in her mouth and offering a few slices to her new table buddy.

Mao had also moved to the kitchen and was now in a shouting match with Badgerclops while Shadowclops buttered another piece of toast and watched.

They noticed their shorter companion walking over and handed them a slice with some jam on it, shoving the other 3 pieces into their ‘mouth’ and leaning against the counter.

The cat shade crunched half of it and tossed the rest back to their companion, who snapped it up mid air, before quick stepping behind Mao and putting a hand on their shoulder.

Mao paused, looking over his shoulder at red eyes. He glared for a bit and sighed, pinching the bridge between his eyes. 

“Alright, just. Everyone into the living room. Badgerclops, could you please help me get Sofia down from the rafters.”

                      -after getting sofia down and putting out the fires-

The Maos stood in front of the broken coffee table, arms crossed as they looked at their deputies.

“Can any of you tell us what happened to HQ while we were gone?“ 

The deputies shared a look but stayed silent.

Mao glowered, foot tapping impatiently. Shadow Mao picked up a piece of toast and waved it at Shadowclops. ‘What’s up with all the burnt toast??’ they signed.

Shadowbat rubbed the back of their neck with one of their wings. 

Mao looked off to the side, “Fine, you leave me no choice, but to withhold the snacks we brought for you until further notice.“ 

Four sets of eyes snapped to attention.

Badgerclops gasped, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, but I would. And the longer you say nothing the colder they’ll get.”

‘You monsters!’ Shadowbat signed.

Shadowclops put a hand to his forehead, feeling faint.

“Wait!“ Adorabat called out, just as the Maos were going upstairs. “We’ll tell you.“

“Adorabat what are you doing?“ Badgerclops whispered.

“It has to be done! I wanna know what they got us.“

He made a slightly troubled face before conceding.

Adorabat took in a breath “It started like this.“

                                 -a few minutes after the Maos left-

Badgerclops walked into the living room, an Adorabat on each shoulder. Shadowclops looked up from their borrowed Switch but kept pushing buttons rapid fire.

“Sup shadow me, wanna join us and mess around with the toaster while the Mao’s are gone? We’re gonna see how much bread it takes to built a fort out of toast.“

Shadowclops nodded eagerly, saving their game and tossing the Switch onto the couch.

                                   -an ungodly amount of toast later-

“It’s so beautiful.” Badgerclops choked out, wiping a tear from his eye. 

Shadowclops put a hand on his shoulder and handed him a napkin, glowing with pride at the toaster fort they’d made in the living room around the couch. 

All four deputies were decked out in their own toast outfits, personally decorated with different colored jams.

“Badgerclops, we should take a picture to show Mao Mao!“ Adorabat said, tugging on his belt.

“Good idea 'dorabat.“ Badgerclops pet his toolbelt pockets. “Now where did I...?“

Shadowbat swooped over them, dropping the phone into his hands.

“Oh sweet, thanks lil dude.“

They gave him a thumbs up from their perch on Shadowclops’ shoulder.

“Ok everybody, say, ’deputies!’“

“DEPUTIIIIEEESSS!!!“

*click!*

‘Send that one to me.‘ Shadowclops signed.

“Fo’ sho my guy, fo’ sho.“

It wasn’t long until the four were tag team playing against each other. 

Badgerclops fell back against the back of the couch, careful not to knock his toast crown against the top of the fort as he passed his controller to Adorabat.

Shadowclops sat on the opposite end, decked out in similar toast duds. The two watched as their smaller deputies duked it out on screen. 

He leaned over, catching the other’s attention. “Hey so like, what’s up with you and Shadow Mao?“

Shadowclops turned his head and tilted it. ‘What do you mean?’

“I dunno like,” Badgerclops covered his mouth, whispering “why d’y’all smooch so much? Are you heroes with benefits or something?”

He jokingly wiggled his eyebrows at the other and broke off one of his shoulder armor toasts, biting through half of it before reaching for the peanut butter jar.

Shadowclops snickered, signing something that made Badgerclops’ face burn. Most likely due to choking on his toast, but also from embarrassment.

‘Are you ok?‘ Shadowbat signed, their head popping over the edge of the fort to look at him with concern, miniature toast crown slipping a little.

“Y- *hHrGk* yeah,” Badgerclops hacked, giving the Adorabats a thumbs up “never better!“

Shadowclops thwacked him on the back as he continued to wheeze. 

“Thanks man.”

‘no problem :).‘

Absentmindedly he shoved his other shoulder toast into his mouth. Anything to get his mind off of Shadowclops signing ‘dude, we’re lovers, lol’. 

Sure, he’d thought about it a few times when he was alone, or when he and Mao’d had a soft moment together.

And yeah, maybe they made out before when they’d been on the road *cough* and in his art and some of his dreams *cough*. But officially?

Badgerclops’ brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. Officially they were partners, co- heroes. They were best buds protecting Pure Heart Valley along with Adorabat.

He glanced back at Shadowclops, Shadowbat was splitting part of their crown and giving him half. He wondered what it would be like to have that kind of relationship with his Mao.

“Whoops!“

Adorabat’s controller clattered as it hit the floor, skidding under the couch and breaking Badgerclops out of his thoughts.

“Sorry! Could one a y’all get that for me?“

“Oh yeah, sure.“ 

He blindly searched for the controller with this robo arm, something thunking against it. “I think I got- oh no. GET OUTTA THE WAY!!“

Badgerclops’ arm started to spark, flipping through different modes before settling on the blaster setting. 

“Nonononono. SHADOWCLOPS, SAVE SOFIA- AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!“ he yelled, arm rapid fire blasting through the toast fort and parts of HQ.

Badgerclops rushed out of the fort, tripping on the living room table and breaking it in two, a wayward beam taking out part of the ceiling.

His shadow version managed to yeet Sofia into the rafters a little farther in.

Shadowbat was frantically trying to remember where the fire extinguisher was and just kept breaking thing she thought it would be in. 

Meanwhile the strength of the blasts had forced Badgerclops into the kitchen, where he and Adorabat were hitting his robo arm in an attempt to dislodge the magnet stuck inside. 

Adorabat gave up once the toaster exploded, poking at the base of the prosthetic the way she’d seen Mao do before. 

After a few tries the rogue arm sent out a strong blast, catapulting itself through one of the closed windows and into the forest.

All of them were breathing heavily, Badgerclops went to get his spare arm while the other three put out some of the more immediate fires.

Tired, and still a little on fire, they sat at the kitchen table. 

“So it’s agreed? We don’t tell either of the Mao’s what happened here.“ Adorabat said, wings folded in front of her.

                                                 -present time-

“And that’s what happened!“

“Wait, so you’re telling us, that Badgerclops’ arm got a magnet stuck in it and is still blasting stuff in the forest?“

The deputies looked at each other. “Yes.”

Shadow Mao sighed rubbing his temples before looking at Mao and shrugging. 

‘We’ll deal with it later, groceries first.‘

“We’ve decided that because of the damage done to HQ, the four of you will NOT be getting your snackies,“ he paused “... until you clean this mess up and deactivate that arm.“

The deputies deflated. “And to motivate you to get the job done quickly,” Shadow Mao poured the contents of the bag into a bowl 

“tadaaa!! mini cobbler filled beignets, specially made from Muffins’ bakery.” Mao said with a flourish.

“OOOOOOHHHHH!!!“ The deputies leapt out of their seats, rushing to different parts of the room and getting started.

The Maos nodded at each other and Mao made his way to the kitchen, not noticing Shadow Mao sneak 2 of the treats to his shade deputies.

[pudding-head-kenma]

Good luck today!

PS BUT ON TOP: TO ANYONE READING THIS IF TUMBLR DOESN’T TAG MY FRIEND PLS TAG HER I WILL BE SO SAD

Okay, I’m hoping this works... @shibayamababie​

Hi babie 🥺🥺 I’m currently asleep so I can’t really give you a proper good luck, but if this worked I left this done last night so you can get it today right before you go in! 

If it didn’t work you’re gonna hear me cry about it

Good luck today!! You’re a smart cookie, big galaxy brain, and I just know you’re gonna nail it.

I’m sorry that I don’t have the Capacity to wake up earlier to give you proper love and smooches ‘face to face’, but my schedule is a mess 🥺 Nonetheless, I hope this makes you smile even if just a little bit

I’m not sure why you became my friend after I gave you nightmares with Yakuvich but I’m really really glad you did 👉👈 and you’re the cutest little baby and I am so happy we’re talking

I know you got this!! You’re smart and hardworking and you’re gonna do amazing, don’t even try to argue with me (because I’m not even awake 😚💖), and I mean that, I’m not just saying it, I really mean it!

So even if I’m asleep, I’m sending you ALL my good vibes. They’re yours to keep throughout the day. I have spent my daily good vibes allowance on you today, please take good care of them and do your best

Remember to take care of yourself, too, I hope you’ve had breakfast by now, BEFORE GOING INSIDE, and make sure you’re having water throughout the day!!

I’ll see you when I wake up and when you’re done to give you all my forehead smoochies 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Good luck baby, I believe in you!! Here are some heart memes so you can feel my energy 🥺💓💓💓

PS: TO ANYONE READING THIS IF TUMBLR DOESN’T TAG MY FRIEND PLS TAG HER I WILL BE SO SAD

[eclare-draws]

Operation: Sleepover

Here’s the first chapter of my newest fic.

It’s full of dumb teenager-y fluff based on that period of time in Chat Blanc where Adrien and Marinette are dating and he knows she’s Ladybug but she doesn’t know he knows or that he’s Chat Noir

Adrien somehow got permission to have Marinette stay the night at his house. They're both nervous teenagers who are really in love. Marinette makes a dastardly plan with Alya's approval.

Also, nothing really sexy happens in this story (just smooches and lots of blatant staring), but I feel weird about writing about 13/14 year olds so I'm pretending they're like 15/16? Idk fam, imagine what you want. Just keep in mind that these innocent beans are staying that way while still behaving like youngish teens.

Here it is on AO3, where I will be posting the next chapters too.

Ch 2     Ch3     Ch4   Ch5

(Oh also, the texting is just [Marinette] {Adrien} |Alya| and whoever’s the focus of the voice is bolded)

Marinette couldn’t help but grin as she read the text that popped up on her phone.

{See you tonight! *kissy emoji* Don’t forget your toothbrush, princess! <3}

She was really going over to Adrien’s house for a sleepover. Adrien her boyfriend. She was going to watch movies with him. On his couch. In HIS room. With HIS cute face. It’s not like they hadn’t hung out before. They went on dates all the time - Mr. Agreste was surprisingly lenient with letting Adrien out of the house for her sake. But she was going over to his house for a whole night. Usually, it wasn’t more than a few moderated hours of studying and video games. Marinette couldn’t help but giggle in excitement as she responded.

[Oh and I bet you want me to bring my own clothes too, huh, prince boy?]

{I mean it’s recommended unless you want to be stuck in a shirt five sizes too big for you, my little sugar cube <3}

Marinette blushed at the thought of wearing his clothes. They would be so soft, and so warm and so- wait. Five sizes too big? “Little”? 

[Take it back.]

{Hmmmmmmmmmm….? Take what back, princess?}

[I’m not that small.]

{Aren’t you though? I could probably scoop you up with one hand and kiss your tiny little head <3 And you’d blush and be so so cute, princess}

[Adrien.]

{And then I’d laugh at how cute you are, but the force of the wind coming from my mouth! Oh no! You’ve been blown away!}

Marinette wasn’t that upset by his short jokes. He was so tall, and she was admittedly petite, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feign frustration for a bit to keep him on his toes (she knew that this usually ended with him sending heart emojis and him continuing to make short jokes).

[I’ll be at your house at 6:00 unless you keep this up. I have to go get my stuff ready.]

{:((((((( I was only joking, princess}

{ily}

{Mariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii}

[Seen 5:19PM]

{You didn’t need to type that :(}

[I love you too, silly prince.]

{:D}

{I knew it!}

{Everyone called me crazy but I knew you liiiiiked meee, princess}

[Let me pack, or else your princess won’t make it in time for dinner]

{As you wish. <3}

She clicked her phone off and set it down as she began to pack. She rifled through her drawers to try and find the cutest pajama set she had. Just as she settled on a matching pink floral button up and shorts combo, a wicked thought popped into her head. She grabbed her phone and tapped on her text conversation with Alya.

[I just had an idea.]

[Idk if it’s crazy or not but I need an expert opinion on the matter.]

Marinette got frustrated from the lack of immediate response. She was in a hurry and KNEW her best friend had her phone in hand at all times. Sure, it had only been a few seconds, but...

[Alya this is time sensitive.]

|Ah yes, the phrase no one can be safe after it is typed out by your thumbs, “I just had an idea.”|

[Rude]

|Spill, girl.|

Spill she did. Oh yes, it was a devious plan. She wasn’t sure what the reaction would be, but she’d all but decided on the course of action she planned to take tonight. Alya’s response was the only encouragement she needed.

|Damn, Mari. It’s crazy, I’ll give you that… but… I think it’ll work.|

[That’s what I was hoping you’d say >:3]

[But what if he thinks I’m… trying to seduce him?]

|Are you not?|

[NO!]

[We aren’t there yet, we’re… taking things slow? I guess?]

|God you’re cute.|

[u////u]

|I totally get that, girl. Take your time. Adrien’s sweet but a little too innocent to let this seduce him. I think you should do it.|

[I feel like that should be a sign that I shouldn’t]

[But I can’t be stopped now]

|You got this, girl. Text me to tell me how it goes?|

[Of course.]

With that, she got back to packing. She ran around her room, grabbing whatever she thought she might need. Her brain was a little scattered, being so focused on her plan, that she packed a lot of things she didn’t need. She had her toothbrush and other basic toiletries, a change of clothes for the next day, hairbrush, phone charger, water bottle, a bag of cookies for Tikki, a bag of cookies for Adrien, a notebook and pencil, a mini sewing kit, perfume, two pairs of shoes, a sketchbook, and a stuffed animal. As she tried to squash the poor little stuffed cat into her bag, she realized that she didn’t need all of this and took out the sketch pad, notebook, pencil, sewing kit, perfume, second pair of shoes, and the water bottle. She then shoved Mr. Vuitton the cat into her bag and zipped it up. As she hoisted the bag onto her shoulder, she glanced down at the abandoned pajamas lying on the floor. Tikki popped out from within the bag and gave Marinette a thoughtful look.

‘Maybe… I should…’ she thought, backtracking on her plans. She shook her head to clear it, stuck her phone in her pocket, and made her way to the trapdoor. She got halfway down the stairs before she ran back up and shoved the floral pink shorts in with everything else, then ran back downstairs, hearing a small giggle from inside her bag as she did so.

She glanced at the time. 5:43PM. She could make it in time if she walked fast enough. Before she left, she stopped by the bakery to give her parents kisses, her mom reminding her of the “serious relationship” talk they’d had the night before that Marinette didn’t want to think about too much as she rushed her way to her boyfriend’s house. She considered taking the metro to avoid getting sweaty, but nixed the idea when she remembered that rush hour was not going to help the state of her underarms either. Transforming was also out of the question unless she wanted attention and a strict talking-to from the kwami napping somewhere in the bag draped over her shoulder.

At 5:58PM, she rang the buzzer to announce her arrival, Nathalie’s questioning coming through the speakers quickly before a slightly panting Marinette made her way to the front doors of the mansion. Before she was even halfway up the stairs, a door was flung open and the boy she loved skirted out from behind it and raced to meet her where she was on the stairs while a disproving Nathalie looked on.

Unfazed by his excited behavior, she laughed as he greeted her with a kiss on each cheek and one on the lips. His face hovered close to hers as he started slipping the bag from her shoulder, “Let me carry that for you, princess.”

Blushing at the fact that Nathalie was watching as well as a reminder of, ‘wow he really is just like a puppy sometimes,’ she obliged and let him carry the bag as he linked arms with her for the remainder of their ascension.

“So I’m on kind of a strict protein based diet right now, something about wanting to bulk me up, so I hope you like meat and veggies with… absolutely no carbs,” trailing off, Adrien gave her a side-eye, a look she only knew too well from whenever he was put on a new diet. She winked at him and made a slight gesture to her bag to indicate that she had some sweet sweet carbs hidden away in there. Adrien grinned and kissed her forehead as they made their way inside the mansion.

Marinette wondered briefly if she would ever get used to the expanse that was the Agreste mansion. It felt too clean and empty to her, especially considering how small and cozy her home was. As they made their way into the dining room with the background noise of Nathalie listing off rules of the house and reminding Adrien of his schedule, Marinette couldn't help that twinge of guilt from settling in her stomach. She wished, for Adrien’s sake, that he could have grown up in a normal house with a normal family and a normal life rather than the one that was put upon him.

As Nathalie took Marinette’s bag from Adrien and left the room, Marinette gave a sad look towards Adrien and was surprised to be met with his expectant and loving gaze. “You okay, ‘Nette?” he asked as he pulled out a chair for her.

“Yeah, sorry! Just got a little… lost in my thoughts, that’s all. Have the rules changed since the last time I was here?” she responded, a smile leaking onto her face as she sat down adjacent to Adrien.

“No, not really. Nathalie did mention specific… bedroom rules,” he blushed at that, “But I don’t really think it applies to us?”

Not understanding why he phrased it as a question, Marinette returned his blush with her own as she asked for clarification, “What kind of ‘bedroom rules’?”

“You know… The usual. Don’t be naked with one another? Leave room for Jesus? Don’t boink your oinks?”

“Word for word, those are the rules?” Marinette giggled, a brow subconsciously quirking up in amusement. 

“It’s in the official Agreste mansion rules for guests, section 51J,” he unrolled an invisible scroll and cleared his throat. “‘Thou shalt not boink oinks until there has been proper discussion of said act between all parties of the household as well as the Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ, in one room. Finally, the oinks in question must be old enough to consent to boinking.’” 

Marinette lost herself in a fit of giggles. Between the funny voice Adrien put on, the idea of Gabriel Agreste having a sex talk with his son, and the goofy smile he was giving her after rolling the invisible scroll back up, it was too much. Adrien joined in with her steadily growing laughter until they had to stop to gasp for air. Marinette wiped a tear from her eye and looked up at Adrien, who was absolutely beaming at her. The moment he moved to push some hair out of her face, the door opened. Marinette watched with a pit in her stomach as Adrien lit up and looked at the door expectantly, only to let his features fall into a frown and let out a sigh. It wasn't his father, it was just the chef bringing in their meals. Marinette let her hand rest on top of Adrien's as plates were set in front of them. The chef placed a glass of water in front of Adrien and a cup of hot jasmine tea down for Marinette. While she knew her attention should be set on her aching boyfriend, she couldn't help but beam at the meal in front of her. It was just as Adrien said - protein heavy red meat and roasted veggies - but Marinette knew that every meal at his house was like eating at a nice restaurant and was excited to dig in. Not only that, but the chef had remembered her love for the fancy jasmine tea they often had at the house. She glanced at her boyfriend once more to make sure he was okay before she started eating. He gave her a smile and then gestured at her plate as he picked up his utensils.

[robinskey]

Steve Harrington: Christmas King

A/N: Day 8 of my 12 Days of Ficmas! A day late but here nonetheless! Please enjoy this fluffy masterpiece disaster. :)

Warnings: Language, fluff

Steve Harrington may not be the king of Hawkings High anymore

But you know what he is the king of?

Cheesy holiday traditions

Especially now that he’s got you

Because having someone to do all the stupid holiday stuff with makes all the difference

He drives you around to see Christmas lights, making loops around the neighborhood so you really get a chance to soak it all in

He blares old songs on the radio

The windows of his BMW are rolled down, so a gentle breeze blows through the front seat, causing Steve’s fluffy hair to dance around on his forehead and the hair on the back of your neck to stand up

The crisp bite of December air stings your bare skin

So you snuggle deeper into the hoodie Steve lent you and reach across the dash for his warm hand 

At least once every weekend in December, the two of you have Christmas movie marathons

You’re both curled up on the sofa under a pile of fluffy blankets, Steve’s arm curled around your shoulders, mugs of hot chocolate in your hands

Sharing body heat and a bowl of piping hot popcorn

And Christmas cookies? Steve loves Christmas cookies more than anything in the whole world

Except, for you, of course

Sugar cookies are his shit

He’s absolutely clueless when it comes to baking

Like, boy thinks a teaspoon and a tablespoon are the same, constantly forgets to spray the baking sheets so the cookies don’t stick, and has been asked on more than one occasion about the “secret ingredient” in his “crunchy sugar cookies”

(Eggshells. It’s eggshells)

But as bad as he is at baking

Steve is a boss at decorating gingerbread houses

He challenges you to a contest-a contest of which the only judges happen to also be the only participants

After several backbreaking hours of candy house construction, you both end up voting for your own houses, so you play rock, paper, scissors to break the tie

You win, and Steve goes off to pout in a corner-only to return to the kitchen less than a minute later to ask if he can eat the leftover candy

And, finally, his favorite tradition:

Steve will make sure to catch you under every bit of mistletoe

As well as anything vaguely reminiscent of mistletoe 

Bunches of holly? Check

A low-hanging branch on a tree you pass under while out on a walk? Check

A random vine growing above your door? Check

Once he even picks up a random sprig of thyme off the cutting board while you’re cooking and dangles it over your head

“Steve? Steve, stop, I have to finish making dinner,” you say through giggles. Your boyfriend has one arm around your waist, preventing you from escaping, while he presses kisses all over your face. “I don’t have time for-”

“You don’t have time to give the light of your life a little mistletoe smooch?”

“That’s thyme, dingbat”

“Well, then, you’re saying you don’t have thyme for a kiss?”

“You’re an idiot”

“I’m your idiot”

“You are”

You finally have mercy and plant a kiss on your boyfriend’s soft pink lips

He may not be king of Hawkins High anymore, but he’ll always be king of cheesy Christmas traditions 

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Imagine: Being in a relationship with miscellaneous RWBY girls and how they kiss you. 

RUBY ROSE: Butterflies are fluttering in the weapon fanatic's tummy,  a nervous smile bubbling with anticipation emphasising it. She is propped on her tiptoes and can't help but trip over her words. Once brave enough, Ruby nearly shouts, "Can I please kiss you?!?" If you comply, your lips are in for a treat as she kisses you so sweetly you can taste the leftover cookie crumbs on the corners of her mouth, and how she squeals so happily after is more than satisfying. 

WEISS SCHNEE: Publicly, the bare minimum amounts to a brief peck on the forehead or otherwise as Weiss has restraint. However, silliness would prove to be an invitation for the heiress to express more of the soft touches and engagement. If you spill out some absurd remarks to rattle her chain, guaranteed she'll scold you lightly for the goofy behavior. "You're a dolt, an absolute dolt," and, as if an angel, she sends you off to Heaven with a brisk smooch and has her temple against yours, smiling so cheerfully. 

BLAKE BELLADONNA: Books captivate the feline as she burrows her nose within the pages of an enticing narrative - suspense, wonder, magic sprinkled about in dark ink. Her golden rays depart momentarily to spy you investigating the situation, a soft smile creeping on her lips as you inquire about it further. You tug the story down without much straining, so you can see her better as she elaborates. As the Belladonna's mouth moves smoothly, you can't resist the urge to kiss her, leaving her agape from the sudden action. But slowly, a cherry blossom pink surfaces, and she timidly calls you out. "You're such a dork." 

YANG XIAO LONG: An applicable comparison would be the sun peering above the hills as the morning blesses the world with an impression of the unknown yet thrill. Or maybe warmth consuming the land following a brutal winter would fit more? Nevertheless, you are enveloped in sunshine as Yang sends heat waves coursing through your veins. Most are random and kissing occurs often. She refuses to let you go, but knows you won't desert her as others have. Through it, her smile brightens and is so amazed to have you in her life. "You would not believe how much I love you."

PENNY POLENDINA: "What's a kiss?" As romance is a foreign language not programmed in the robot's system, you may require a moment to educate her on the subject. You'll need to gradually guide her, showing different appropriate forms to the best of your ability. Now more knowledgeable, each touch is so addicting she has rosy cheeks and is so exhilarated. But the second Penny starts, she has a chance of never stopping. Good luck deleting the information of kissing from her hard drive anytime soon. 

NORA VALKYRIE: Predatory instincts lending a hand, Miss Valkyrie stalks behind you with ease, sure to not make herself known until the time arrives. Convinced you're oblivious, the pancake lover jumps onto the opportunity and tackles you into an unbelievable bear hug, arms squeezing the air from your lungs. Nora would smooch your cheeks as you demand to be freed whilst laughing - sound effects included as she produces mushy gushy mwah mwah noises and smothers you endlessly. 

PYRRHA NIKOS: Passion doesn't begin to define how much passion is packed into each punch - or, kiss, for that matter - she sends your way. The softest palms appear to transfer a powerful aura as Pyrrha cups your face. Her eyes are twinkling stars that shine brighter upon encountering yours. Without hesitation, the invincible girl holds you close and kisses you with all her might to the point you might just faint. If you mention it after, the Nikos would be absolutely flustered. 

COCO ADEL: "Hey, does this look like a good color on me?" A morning ritual of applying makeup wasn't excluding your assistance. The trendsetter has accentuated her lips in an alluring velvet, to coincide with her streaming locks. You would argue every color could be done well by Coco, in all honesty. But you simply nod, keeping it to yourself. She can tell something is on your mind, however, and plans to pry it out. With a swift scooping of your chin, she puckers up, smearing the lipstick on your lips. As you process it, the Adel quips, "I think red suits you a lot better than it does me."

VELVET SCARLATINA: A notoriously bashful baby bunny, repress those temptations to paint every region with affection until the time calls for it. Reach for the ears sprouting from her head, pecking them softly and progress downward. Redden the faunus' countenance, nibble her ears a tiny bit, boop her nose and finally confront those lovely lips. When you embrace, engage in how she is sumptuous as chocolate, and deepen the connection before she is pulling her ears down to hide her embarrassment. 

CINDER FALL: The tracing along of your jawline would be indicative of the intrigue you show to the Fall Maiden, inspecting your value, strength, but already acknowledges the importance you have. "Don't you understand the risks of enchanting a woman destined for great power?" Regardless of your answer, she simply shakes her head, and prods your lips before colliding. Embers waltz across and leave your mouth to burn with the intense flavor. As it ends, Cinder smirks, "And perhaps I'm not understanding what could fall upon us if we continue - or I anticipate the future and what it contains." 

EMERALD SUSTRAI: Abandoned on the streets of Remnant, romantic affairs weren't a topic rampant in her subconscious. But the idea of such investment becomes more tempting as your relationship progresses. With kisses, the thief would lean in, as she snakes her arms down your back. They're a rough battle as Emerald slips in some tongue and keeps the excitement going. But you aren't too surprised - but not too pleased - as she swiftly snatches your wallet and walks off to play around. As you shout, she can only laugh, saying, "Love you, babe~"

NEOPOLITAN: Silence is golden as the killer queen slithers into your lap, hooking herself around your waist. Do not protest as Neo presses a finger to your mouth to hush you, inching closer toward your face with a display of incredible fascination. The collision of your lips, twisting of tongues, beating of hearts - it's a recipe of perfection. As she smirks slyly in the midst of it, she pulls her parasol out, covering the scene so only you two can witness the glory. 

ILIA AMITOLA: The concept has her faunus characteristic activate sporadically - she shifts through every plausible hue the color spectrum can contain. The chameleon has dreamt of reaching enlightenment in this way before yet hesitated. But as you reassure the ex White Fang member, curling your fingers in her ponytail to unlock a river cascading down her shoulders, she sinks. A kiss from her fairytale lover has her sense she is a true princess - and it helps her realize how truly loved Ilia is. To say the least, you are both seeing colors afterwards.