#i’m not going to do an event for 200 but i think i’ll do an event for 6 months

[thelostcityofsugarteara]

guess who’s one follower away from 200!

[allysunny]

Hello! First of all, congrats for your 200 followers ❤️✨. Great job!

Second? I wanna request

8+ 19 in patching up wounds prompt with Nanami ❤️🤭

"Don't go to work today" + "I've got you" + Patching up wounds x Nanami Kento

Words: 3.4k words

Warnings: Some angst, established relationships, mentions of wounds, bruises and stitches, very soft Nanami. If I missed anything, let me know!

A/N: Aaaaaa thank you so much Tarja! It makes me super happy that you decided to request, you know I'm a huuuge fan of your stuff!

This was an entry for my 200 Follower Event, which is still ongoing, so you can request something, if you'd like!

I wrote this in practically one sitting because it was hurting my heart. I knew exactly what to do when I saw the prompts you picked (and I think your choice was quite deliberate as well hahaha!) and I wanted to deliver the best thing ever. It's a bit short, but I just knew if I were to extend myself, we'd end up with a whole novel and I'd get carried away.

Without much further ado, I hope you all enjoy this! I had a blast writing it - I want to hug this man and never let him go! <3

Nanami’s tired sigh signalled his arrival home.

Instinctively, you got up from your spot on the couch and made your way towards him. And the vision before you shocked you to hell and back.

There’s blood all over his clothes; his once white shirt was now tainted a dozen crimson shades, and he was holding onto his stomach as he walked.

You looked at him, at his calm and collected demeanour, at the way his lips pressed into a tight line and his eyes took you in. A sigh of relief left his lips and he all but collapsed on top of you, burying his face on your hair.

“Hey – hey, careful now,” you mumbled, holding onto him tightly but still making sure he wouldn’t fall. “You’re – you’re injured. Kento, what happened?” you asked, looking up and cupping his jaw, looking for any injuries in his face. Thankfully, you find none.

“Occupational hazards,” he muttered against your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. It relaxed him. You relaxed him, kept him grounded and sane. As long as he got to come back home to you, he’d be fine – he was sure of it.

“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes. You need to be taken care of.” You dragged him upstairs, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, and preparing a nice bath for him. While he takes off his clothes (assuring you that he wasn’t a baby and that he could get undressed by himself), you go fetch your first aid kid, far too used to the job of patching him up after long, hard missions.

He got inside the bathtub, warm water relieving his sore muscles instantly. He hissed softly when the water reached his stomach, but he said nothing and just sat down, leaning back against the marble tiles, and closing his eyes. He wasn’t going to complain, not when he knew you were about to probably do the very same thing and reprimand him. He knew you loved him. You cared about him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, sitting by his side, and gently beginning to wash him.

“It was nothing,” he replied, eyes still closed.

“Yeah,” you scoffed in response, “Because a gash in your stomach is nothing. Why didn’t you ask Shoko to heal you up? I’m not a trained doctor, Kento.”

“It was late. Didn’t want to be out longer than necessary and possibly worry you even more about my location.” He opened his eyes, and you stared into those lovely amber pools that had never once failed to guide you. “Besides, I trust you to do it. You’ve patched me up before. Nothing you can’t do again. And I’ll heal up in no time.”

You sighed.

On one hand, it was sweet of him. Kento knew how much you worried about him, knew the restless nights you spent waiting for him to say something, text, call, just tell you that he was doing fine. It was considerate of him to get home right away.

On the other hand, it was so downright stupid. How could a man as smart as your husband think it was okay to switch the powers of a reverse curse user for your amateurish medical skills? Shoko had years of practice and experience. Your experience was based solely on fixing him up. They weren’t good, and he shouldn’t be relying on them as often as he did.

“I know that look,” he says softly, lifting his hand to caress your cheek. You could see the way he winced and tried to play it off as the water being too warm. Your husband never wanted to look weak in front of you. “I trust you. You’ve healed me up well in the past. This is nothing compared to what you’ve done before.”

You sighed and shook your head, continuing your process.

You cleaned the area around the wound, and once he was all clean, you helped him dry himself off with a towel. After that, you disinfected the wound and applied some healing ointments you knew had done the trick in the past. You covered his stomach with some bandage and gave it a soft kiss after you were done. It was sort of your magical touch – after the first time, Kento swore it was that simple thing that had managed to get him to heal up quickly and begs you to do it every time.

“There,” you said, caressing his jaw. “All done. But I’m not stitching you – last time I did it, it got all infected, and I’m not risking your health. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Shoko, and she’ll take care of this. Alright?”

“Yes Doctor Nanami,” Kento smiled dutifully and leaned over to connect his lips to yours. You could still feel some of the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, and tried to push those thoughts away as you kissed him back.

“And now, off to sleep. Doctor’s orders.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You helped him up and brought him to your bedroom, where he sat down on your bed with a small grunt. You shot him a worried expression, but he just raised his hands as to assure you everything was alright. With your help, he laid down completely, and you were quick to slot yourself in between his arms. He brought you close and kissed your temple.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you,” you said, yawning right after.

Nanami smiled and kissed your temple once again, muttering sweet words of adoration until you both fell asleep.

The next day, Kento stayed home.

The only time he left, was to go to Jujutsu High, to get checked on by Shoko. You went with him, not wanting him out of your sight – not when he was injured, and the world of curses never slept.

“Everything should be fine now, but you still have to disinfect the wound some more every time you shower,” she said, fetching for the pack of cigarettes on her pocket and lighting one up and turning to you. “You did a pretty good job patching him up. Why the lack of stiches?”

“I didn’t want them to get infected like last time. I figured he’d be better off like this.”

“You still did a good job.” She puffed out some smoke and shrugged. “You’d do a fine job here with me. How about you consider it? I could use an extra set of hands and – “

“With all due respect, Ieiri, I don’t want to get my wife involved in this world.” Nanami cut her off, placing a protective arm around your waist. “It’s bad enough she has to tend to me sometimes, I won’t let her see the gruesome sights I know you have to deal with on a daily basis.”

Shoko shrugged.

“My offer still stands.”

You both thanked her and made your way home, where Nanami offered to cook up your favourite dish as an apology for getting hurt last night. You sat by your kitchen table, happily watching him as he cut and mixed and did a wonderful job at recreating the food you loved so much.

While you two waited, he took you in his arms and spun you gently around the kitchen, swaying to the rhythm of jazz playing in the radio. He hummed in your ear and kissed you gently. It was soft and slow, and the day was yours to enjoy, so you let yourself melt into his touch. Your husband was safe and sound and nothing could reach you two.

It was good. It was great.

In fact, it felt far too good to be true.

And you feared something was coming up to disrupt your peace.

“I was thinking of staying in tonight,” you said against his chest, the soft beating of his heart almost enough to lull you to sleep. Staying in. Yes. Keeping him home. Safe and sound with you.

“And why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, it’s Halloween. I thought we could go out and celebrate it.”

“We don’t have costumes.” Nanami deadpanned.

“I’m sure we’d find something. But now I just want to stay in with you. Maybe order some takeout, watch a scary movie. What do you think?”

Nanami hummed and bent down to kiss you softly once again, swallowing the soft moan you rewarded him with.

“I think that sounds perfect.”

You spent the rest of the day lazing around, curled up on the couch, watching movies or catching up with old shows that had been long forgotten. At some point, you were sure your husband was taking a nap, and you could only smile, glad he was getting some rest.

“I’m going to shower,” you yawned, looking out of the window. Afternoon was turning into night, and you wanted to clean up the laziness off your body.

“I’ll join you.”

“Ha! No, mister, you’re not going anywhere. No funny business until you’re all healed.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Can’t I shower with my wife anymore?” he faked a surprised expression, and you smiled, glad to see your husband allowed himself to be more laidback at home.

“You can, but you would have to keep your hands to yourself, and I know that’s not possible.”

“You offend me, darling. I am familiar with discipline.”

“The hell you are,” you chuckled, standing up and offering him your hand. “But come on. I need to disinfect your wound again.”

He did as you asked, and you found yourselves in the bathroom once again. You were sitting by his side as usual and were carefully tending to his wound when his phone rang.

“Just leave it – that’s Gojo’s ringtone.” He muttered with a sigh – a sigh that conveyed just how frustrated he was with his coworker.

You nodded and went back to working on his wound but were interrupted by the loud noise of his phone once again. You gave your husband a sympathetic look and he sighed once again, nodding. Standing up, you went to retrieve his phone, only to pick the call up while you returned to the bathroom.

“Hello?”

“[Y/N]? Is Nanami in there?” Gojo asked, urgency clear in his voice.

“Wow, hello to you too, Satoru. What do you want Kento for?”

“Just – please, give the phone to him.”

“Is everything okay?” Now you were getting worried. Gojo was never serious, and he sounded far too worried right now.

“Just put him on the phone!”

So, you did. You couldn’t make out just what the conversation was about. Just that Gojo was extremely worried, and he probably wanted Nanami’s help.

“Hm.” You heard your husband mutter. “I see. Shibuya. Mhm. Who else? Kusakabe? Hm.”

You tried to put the pieces together yourself.

There was something happening in Shibuya, and Gojo needed your husband’s help. Other people were going too, and by the list of names Nanami repeated, you could tell it was probably serious – a lot of people were going.

“I’ll be there in 10.” Having said this, he hung up.

“So?” you asked, looking at him.

“Something is happening in Shibuya Station. Gojo needs my help leading a team of sorcerers.”

Your stomach fell.

Of course. It was far too good to be true. The little peace you’d crafted for yourself and Nanami – it wasn’t real. And something did come to disturb it.

Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball next to you, you dabbled it softly all over the wound, trying your best not to apply too much pressure. This whole thing gave you the creeps. You couldn’t tell what it was – wife’s intuition, a 5th sense. All you knew was that you did not your husband to leave the house.

You didn’t want your peace disrupted. You could feel something was about to happen.

“Please don’t,” you whispered, refusing to meet his eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t go, Kento.” You repeated, this time more firmly. “Don’t go to work please, just today” After you were done disinfecting the wound, he stood up and quickly grabbed his clothes. You knew the look in his eyes, the determined look that told you he was entering work mode, he was entering overtime.

He sighed and started walking towards the bedroom, picking the first suit he saw on his closet – the beige one, with the dark blue shirt. You liked that suit. It wasn’t very conventional, he could’ve picked a far more “normal” colour to wear like dark blue or even black – but the tan colour matched nicely with his brown eyes, and the dark blue of his shirt contrasted well with his fair skin.

“Gojo sounded worried. I think this is serious. I’ll be back in no time, you’ll see,” he told you, putting his shirt on and grabbing the holster his blunt sword.

“Please – Kento, you’re injured.” You told him, walking to his side. “You can’t go like this!”

“Shoko healed me up, didn’t she? And so did you. I’ll be fine, I promise.” His voice was as reassuring as always, but all you felt in your stomach was a pit that threatened to swallow you whole.

“Not tonight. I – I have a bad feeling about this, I really do,” you held onto his hand, and forced him to look at you, to see the fear and worry in your eyes. He did, and stopped in his tracks, cupping your face with both his hands.

“I promise you; I’ll be back before you know it,” he murmured.

“You don’t get it – I have a terrible feeling about this mission. Please stay home,” tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you found it hard to speak, anxiety clogging in your throat and making it burn. “Just for tonight. You can’t go tonight.”

“Honey, they need me. They need my help – what if someone is in danger?”

“Surely they can get someone other than you!” you exclaimed, tears now rolling down your cheeks. It broke his heart to see you like this, crying before him. Nanami brushed your tears away and shook his head.

“They can’t. Gojo knows how much I hate overtime. I can tell he’s being serious right now.”

“They have other sorcerers! Gojo can send in other sorcerers! It can’t always be you! Shit – Please! Kento, don’t go tonight. I’m begging you, stay home.”

Nanami looked at you, furrowing his brows ever so slightly. He knew you. Better than he knew himself, he was sure. He knew you cared about him deeply, he knew you worried like crazy. But you’d never stopped him from going on missions. Sure, you’d try to beg for just five more minutes in bed with him, wanting to cherish every second you got to hold him in your arms, and you checked up on him several times a day just to make sure he was doing fine.

But you never stopped him from doing what he had to do.

You understood how much Jujutsu Sorcery meant to him. You understood why he did what he did, and never once got in his way. You knew it was his calling, and you couldn’t stop him. After all, you loved him. And no matter how much you wanted to protect him; you would always let him do what he felt like he had to.

Today was different.

“And you want me to stay home because you… you have a feeling?” he repeated your words back, shaking his head ever so slightly. “[Y/N], you know I can’t. A feeling is not enough. They need my help.”

“They can get someone else’s!” You were crying now. Actually crying and holding onto his hands as if they were your lifeline. To you, they were. “I, I can’t explain it Kento. I just know something terrible is about to happen. And you’re injured, you haven’t healed completely yet, I… I can’t lose you Kento! I can’t – I’m not ready to say goodbye to you. I don’t think I ever will!”

You embraced him tightly, burying your face on his chest and clutching his blue shirt in your fists as you sobbed.

“I just know… I know… I can feel it… I know something awful is going to happen… Please don’t leave me – don’t leave tonight… I love you Kento, I – I can’t lose you…”

Nanami hugged you back as you sobbed, running a gentle hand through your hand in an attempt to comfort you. He pondered his choices.

Gojo sounded desperate. Something big had clearly happened and he was needed. No other sorcerer could rival his technique alone – there was a good reason, after all, he was a Grade 1 Sorcerer. He could go out and help. They probably needed his help more than anything else. And his guidance.

But you… You just looked so frightened, so anxious. Scared that some force more powerful than him would take his soul, his life. He titled your head up with his other hand and took you all in. Your eyes were red from all the crying, your nose was runny, and your lips were puffy and open as you mumbled a string of pleas, all with the same intent. Don’t leave tonight.

He’d never seen you like this.

And he was positive he never wanted to do so ever again.

“Okay,” he whispered.

Your eyes were wide as saucers and your breath quickened.

“Really?”

Nanami hummed in response and kissed you sweetly. You, however, kissed him with all you were feeling. The anxiety and fear of losing him, the desperation to keep him by your side, the undying love you had for him. You poured all these emotions into your kiss, hoping they’d speak louder than the words you couldn’t come up with. You then looked at him and teared up again, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Bread, fireplace, and fresh new books. He smelled like home.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled, still running his hand through your hair. “I’ve got you.”

You stood like that for a while, in his arms while he whispered soothing words in your ear.

After a while, he picked you up and took you to the living room, sitting on the couch and placing you on his lap. You snuggled into him, refusing to let him go. Your hands were all over him, and you tried to get closer to him, as if that were even possible. You were so tangled up; it was hard to tell where he ended, and you began.

Nanami silently took the TV remote and picked a movie you had mentioned wanting to watch for Halloween night. He held you close, covering both of your bodies with a blanket, his hand firmly on your thigh to remind you that he was here.

Gojo needed his help. That was true. And however dramatic he may be, he could be serious when he wanted, and forego his cocky, careless demeanour.

But you needed him. And Nanami had spent far too many nights out in missions, coming home battered black and blue, covered in blood and big purple bruises, worrying you to death. He’d seen how you looked at him earlier – like you truly believed he would be taken away from you. And it broke his heart.

Gojo could manage on his own. He’d done it before. Nanami had sacrificed far too many hours for Jujutsu Sorcery. Surely, he’d done enough to warrant a night off, to spend with the love of his life. Right?

“Thank you,” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, trying not to cry again.

“I love you. And I don’t want to worry you.” Was his ushered reply as he placed soft kisses on the side of your head. He felt you smile into his skin, and the gesture was enough to make him melt in your embrace.

Yeah.

He’d surely done enough to earn a night with you.

Gojo could manage.

For now, all he wanted was to curl up with his wife on the couch, and comfort her until she no longer cried, watch a movie or two, chuckle when she got scared and hid in his chest.

Yeah.

He’d earned it.

Because nothing could ever matter more than you.

A/N: And that's it!!! I hope I managed to give all Nanami fans some solance - in my head, this is how it went down. Nanami stayed home with us, and later he retired and we moved to Malaysia. All is well.

I hope you all enjoyed it! I certainly did - I love writing for Nanami. He's such an interesting character!

Have a wonderful day (and weekend) ahead, everyone! <3

[malum-forev]

Hi, can I request ex husband!bucky x reader with the prompt “what makes you think you can…” from the bingo card??

Hi hiii thank you sooo much for your ask! Sooo, I kind of blacked out and ended up writing something that's over 3k words long. Hope you like it! It's kind of a part 2 to this story I wrote! I thought this prompt fit perfectly! get ready for ANGST CENTRAAALLLL

“Please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up, please don’t pick up.” (Y/n) begged, hearing the third ring on her side of the phone. 

She didn’t know what to say. Hell, she didn’t know it was happening until this week! It would have gone completely unnoticed if it hadn’t been for an especially excited teacher. (Y/n)’s stomach just about dropped onto the floor as she heard her daughter’s teacher say how generous and kind Bucky was. 

Another ring, one more and I can hang up. She thought but no, nothing with Bucky was ever simple. He couldn’t not answer the phone when (Y/n) wanted. Was that too much to ask? For Bucky to read her mind?

“Hey, do-“ Bucky stopped himself, trying to mask it with a cough. He couldn’t call you that anymore, he had to remember that. “What’s up?”

“Hi, I just wanted to ask you about something but I guess you’re busy so I’ll just-“

Bucky laughed. “I’m never too busy for you.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, talk about nothing being simple. He couldn’t even make the divorce that he wanted easy!

“So, I didn’t know this happened or better yet how it happened but,” She took a deep breath. “Peanut’s school is having a gala, a fund raiser and somehow P put your name down.”

The line went silent for a couple of seconds.

“I tried to explain to the school that you would be busy and that you don’t even go to your work galas.” She tried to joke, gnawing on her bottom lip nervously.

Bucky broke the silence with a noise. “Mhm.”

“But they said that when the parents saw the school was auctioning a day with an Avenger, ticket sales went up like 200 percent.”

“Oh Peanut.” Bucky groaned. 

“I know you’re probably going to be busy,” (Y/n) said. “I just had to ask. P threatened to paint her hair blue if I didn’t give you a call.”

“She gets that from you.” Bucky’s low chuckle sent tingles through her body. 

(Y/n) leaned on the wall behind her with a deep breath, she could always count on Bucky to calm her nerves. “Sure, we can say P gets her determination and ability to blackmail from me and not her father, James ‘Bucky’ Buchanan Barnes.”

Bucky’s belly laugh warmed (Y/n)’s heart, it had been a long time since she’d heard it. 

“When’s the thing?” 

“It’s next Friday but don’t worry, we can auction off something from that old box I have in the attic. Maybe that old leather jacket-“

“Don’t you dare.” Bucky playfully growled. “Never get rid of my lucky jacket! If I remember correctly that thing is the reason I got a second date out of you.”

Her mind went to that moment in time, all those years ago. It was Bucky’s favorite but he said it looked better on her. 

“Is P going to the gala?” Bucky interrupted (Y/n)’s thoughts.

“Yeah, kids can go too.” She continued. “How about you ask Sam to submit a signed shield. The prototypes that no one uses-“

“I’ll be there.”

“What?” Her eyes just about bulged out of their sockets.

“I’ll be there.” Bucky repeated casually, like it wasn’t the first time ever he wanted to go to any of Peanut’s school events. Let alone a gala!

“You do know you’ll have to wear a tux, right?” She noted.

“You’ll be there, right?” Bucky asked. 

“Mhm.” (Y/n) brought her bottom lip in between her teeth. 

“Then I’m sure I can find one or two in the back of my closet.” Bucky smiled thinking about his options. She won’t be happy, but it’ll be worth it. He thought. 

“Oh-okay. So I guess I’ll see you next week.”

- 

(Y/n) smoothed the fabric of her dress nervously. Did Bucky forget he was supposed to be here? Was he sent on a mission at the last moment? She looked over at Peanut at the kids table, so excited that her dad was finally going to something at her school.

When she first started, some of her classmates and teachers didn’t believe she was Bucky’s daughter. (Y/n) and Bucky had chosen an extremely protected private school for the same reason, they didn’t want someone else telling P about the Winter Soldier, not before she was old enough to understand. 

After the first tear dropped from Peanut’s eyes, when she told her dad no one at school believed her, you best believe Bucky picked her up every single day. He would often take off his jacket as soon as he got to her school just so everyone would shut their mouths. No one was to make his little girl cry, ever. 

(Y/n) turned to the bar behind her and ordered a glass of champagne. 

“Do you think he’s actually going to come?” One of the women next to (Y/n) asked her friends. 

“Honey, if he does, you gals better take out a loan because that man is going home with me.” An older woman laughed into her drink.

“A recently divorced hunk? Sign me up. I don’t need the full day, just a couple of hours with him and it’ll be enough.” Another one said.

(Y/n) cringed at their words. She obviously has eyes, she knew what her ex-husband looked like but did people have to talk about him like he was just a piece of meat? 

The whole room suddenly got quiet. (Y/n) looked left and right to see what had happened and it wasn’t long until she found out. Bucky strolled into the room. 

He did not. (Y/n) thought.

Bucky was wearing the tuxedo he wore at their wedding. The black-on-black combination made him look even more mysterious than he already was. But every ounce of his dark persona disappeared once he heard the two magic words.

“Hi Daddy!” Peanut came running towards Bucky at full speed. With a small umph Bucky picked up his daughter and twirled her around. 

“Hello princess.” Bucky smiled, melting for his sweet little girl. “Why don’t you tell me where mommy is?”

Peanut pointed a chubby finger towards (Y/n) and she held up her champagne glass, the murmurs and gasps of the women next to her didn’t go unnoticed. 

Bucky placed Peanut back on the floor and set his eyes on (Y/n), it was like everything and everyone around him became blurry. He could only see her. 

“You’re late.” (Y/n) looked up at him. 

“I’m the talent, I am never late.” Bucky smiled at her, the kind of smile that made women all over the world want to drop to their knees, for various reasons. 

(Y/n) laughed, pushing Bucky away with her left hand. Bucky took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing the spot on her third finger where her ring used to sit.  

“You look radiant.” Bucky came closer to (Y/n) placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth. 

She took in his intoxicating smell, it had been forever since she’d been this close to him. (Y/n) took a deep breath, the memories coming to life again. But before she could get lost in the past, the present came into view. 

(Y/n) cleared her throat and took a step back before turning to the women gawking next to them. “Ladies, may I introduced you to my ex-husband, James?” 

Bucky rolled his eyes and turned to them, a forced smile playing on his lips.

(Y/n) slipped from the group with a light laugh and sat down at her table, the auction about to start. 

It wasn’t long before Bucky’s category came up, women desperate to cheat on their husbands without actually doing it. (Y/n) smiled cheekily as she saw Bucky fidget on the stage, the bright lights made him feel like he was a show horse. 

“Mr. Barnes was kind enough to auction a day with an Avenger, the winner of this would spend the day at the Avengers Compound and meet some of the people responsible for our safety!” Peanut’s principal spoke into the microphone.

“I can’t assure a tour of the compound.” Bucky’s raspy voice said through the speakers. 

“We’ll see the details later.” The principal waved him off. “How about we start the bidding at four hundred dollars?”

“Five hundred.” A woman way too old to be with Bucky, and that’s taking into consideration that he’s over a hundred years old, raised her bid card. 

“Six hundred.” Another woman said. 

“Seven hundred.” A third spoke.

Bucky’s eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, he hadn’t considered the fact that women would actually bid to be with him. He turned to (Y/n) with pleading eyes.

“Mommy, aren’t you gonna bid on daddy?” P asked her. 

“Honey-“ (Y/n) was about to explain how for some people spending a day with her Dad would be the experience of a lifetime, when one of the women she heard speaking so vulgarly about Bucky raised her card. 

“One thousand dollars.” The woman had a smug look on her face. 

“Going once-“ The principal said. 

“Mommy do something.” Peanut whispered. 

“Going twice.” Bucky threw his head back. Fuuck. He thought. 

“Go-“

“Two thousand dollars.” (Y/n) raised her card. 

Bucky’s head snapped forward at the sound of her voice. His scowl turned into a smile. 

“Sold, to the lady in the back.” The principal’s eyes just about turned into dollar signs.

- 

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Bucky whispered, hiking Peanut’s body up. At some point in the night she had fallen asleep and now her father was carrying her to (Y/n)’s car. 

(Y/n) waved her hand. “It was nothing. I couldn’t let you spend a day with that hornets’ nest. She would’ve eaten you alive. 

“Still- thank you.” Bucky’s kind eyes were one of the first things that drew (Y/n) to him, the same shade he now shared with his daughter.  

(Y/n) unlocked her car so he could strap Peanut in. 

“So, when should I pick you up?” Bucky opened (Y/n)’s door so she could get in. 

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Oh, about the auction thing. You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’re going to be busy.”

“How’s next Thursday at 8 sound? We can take P to school and I’ll give you an extremely memorable ‘Day with an Avenger’.” Bucky’s smooth words coated her heart.

“I’ve already had a couple of ‘Days with an Avenger’ and they haven’t been that memorable.” She teased.

“I can think of a couple of memorable days where you would beg-“

(Y/n) clamped her hand over Bucky’s mouth. “You can’t say that!”

“Would I be lying?” Bucky’s muffled voice said proudly.

“I’ll see you next Thursday.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes with a smile. “Please don’t be late.”

“Promise.”

-

The doorbell rang at 7:50 am on Thursday. 

“Be careful Peanut!” (Y/n) yelled as she opened the door. “Don’t fall from the stool! I don’t really feel like visiting the hospital right now.”

She huffed as she opened the door. Mornings were always chaotic but now, without another pair of helping hands it felt impossible. But here he was. 

Bucky stood at the other side of the door, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. A bouquet of her favorite flowers on one hand and balancing two coffees on the other. 

“Good morning.” Bucky placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “Need help with anything?”

(Y/n) stepped aside with her jaw on the floor, letting Bucky come inside. 

“Hiya Daddy!” Peanut beamed, shoving another forkful of French toast in her mouth. 

“How’s my number one girl doing this morning?” Bucky asked, placing a kiss on the top of her head. 

(Y/n) stepped into the kitchen, feeling like she’d walked into another dimension. 

“Sorry doll, you’ve been bumped down to the number two spot.” Bucky winked at (Y/n) and her eyebrows shot up. “You still keep the vases on the top cupboard?” 

(Y/n) slowly nodded, the shocked expression never left her. 

Definitely an alternate dimension, it’s the only explanation. She thought. 

Drop off was perfect and the ride to the compound was actually pleasant. 

“You got a new car.” (Y/n) hummed, looking around Bucky’s new SUV. 

He nodded proudly. “I can’t ride around on a bike forever. Plus, you asked me to get a car.”

“I asked you to get a car over a year ago.” She snorted. 

Bucky shrugged, the relaxed smile on his lips never faltered. “Took me a while but I got it.”

(Y/n) eyed her ex-husband curiously. Fresh haircut, cologne, pressed t-shirt. New car, more present. Something changed. “Okay, who is she?”

“Who’s who?” Bucky’s forehead creased.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. “I’m not a child, you can tell me who she is.”

“If you’re trying to say I’m dating someone, I’m not.” Bucky looked a little offended.

“I never said anything about dating.” (Y/n) laughed. “You can get some without making it official.”

“I’m not doing that either.” Bucky grumbled, his grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles white.

“I’m sorry for asking. I didn’t know you not getting any was a sore subject.” She held her hands up in surrender and laughed. “You do know you can do that right? I’m pretty sure the papers we signed mean that we’re no longer together, meaning you can have se-“

Bucky’s groan interrupted her, he ran his palm through his face. “Can we not talk about my sex life please? I actually have a nice day planned, and it doesn’t include this topic of conversation.”

“You. Have a day planned.” She emphasized the words. 

“Please feel free make me sound more like an asshole.” Bucky chuckled. 

And what a day did he have planned. 

It started by taking her to the newly renovated Avengers Museum on the compound. Bucky showed (Y/n) a few never before seen pictures of himself from the 40’s. 

“The investigators dug these up.” He smiled. 

“You were a baby!” She laughed, posing for a picture next to the blown-up print of him.

“You think Peanut will look like me when she’s a little bit older?” Bucky came up behind her, resting his head on hers and tossing his arms over her shoulders. 

(Y/n) relaxed into his body. “You want her to look more like you? She’s basically your twin.” 

His laugh made her whole body vibrate. “What can I say? We should have tried to get a boy after P, maybe he would look like you.”

Afterwards came a late lunch by the lake followed by a tour of the new wing dedicated to Steve Rogers. Bucky had thought of everything. He asked Sam to pick up Peanut from school and make sure she did her homework, took a bath and brushed her teeth before going to bed. 

The sun was setting as Bucky drove (Y/n) home, he rested his hand on the center console hoping she would take it. It wasn’t long until she intertwined their fingers. 

Bucky opened her side of the door and helped her down. (Y/n) leaned on his car. 

“Thank you for a lovely day.” She smiled. “Don’t know if it was worth 2k but, I had an amazing time.”

Bucky fake gasped, clutching the left side of his chest. “You don’t think I’m worth two thousand measly dollars?”

“Some of us actually have to work to get two thousand dollars, not just pose around and look cute.” She bit the inside of her cheek to stop a smile from forming.

Bucky stepped closer to her. “Well I would pay you way more than that to pose around for me. You already have the cute thing down to a T.”

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, dragging his knuckles against her cheek and stopping at her lips. Bucky pulled her closer to him and placed his lips on hers. At first it was soft but once his brain registered what was happening, it turned dark and hungry. It was like he was running out of oxygen and the only thing that could breathe life into him was her kiss. 

With a gasp, she pushed him away.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked breathlessly, bringing her fingers to her throbbing lips. 

“(Y/n), please.” Bucky sighed. “I want you, I need you. And I’m not talking about stupid sex, I’m talking about you. Talking to you every day, telling me off for things I do or don’t do, I want us. Together.”

Her eyebrows creased, she felt her body heat up with rage. “What makes you think you can kiss me like that? Like nothing’s ever happened. Like you’ve forgotten we’re not together anymore.”

“Please.” Bucky’s crystal blue eyes reddened. “Do you want me to get on my knees? Because I’ll do it. I’m begging you, please take me back. I want to be with you, forever.”

(Y/n) sniffled, tears of her own threatening to fall. “I’m not falling for this, not again. I’m about to finish mending my broken heart, I’ve just finished putting the pieces back together and for you to come here and-“

“I’m trying-“ Bucky cried. “I’m really trying to show you that I’ve changed.”

(Y/n) let out a dry laugh. “Does going to one gala and buying a car mean you’ve changed? I asked you to buy that thing for a whole year and you never even thought about it.”  

“But I’m doing it now, does that mean anything?” Bucky asked with saddened eyes.

“Yes, it means that you only want me because you can’t have me.”

“That’s not-“ He tried to argue but she turned towards her door. 

“Thank you for the nice day James but, I have to go to my real life. The one in which we’re still divorced and you have to leave for some undisclosed amount of time to a classified location. Do you remember? Your reallife.” (Y/n) opened her front door, thanking Sam for taking care of Peanut. 

Bucky was left on the driveway with tears running down his cheek. 

Part 3 here!

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The final raffle prize for my 200 followers event! This is for @peepthatbish with a reader learning and reading sign, I went though a few different Ideas before settling on this one to get the idea out, but wars sewing trouble and a soft wild won me over. What wild says through sign is the soft blue colour and the red is a mistranslation of what he's really saying. I hope you like it!! <3

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I wish there were an easier way to talk to Wild rather than having to get Wars or Twilight to translate his signs for me, especially since he’s been wanting to spend more time alone with me recently. As much as I try there’s only so far that reading body language can get you and it’s not like I can read Hylian either which leaves me stuck. Maybe I should just ask one of them if they’d be willing to teach me, I doubt they’d say no.

“[Name]? You seem distracted, are you alright? I know you’re not used to travelling like the rest of us but if you’d like to talk about anything then. I’m more than willing to listen to you, if it’s got you up this early then it’s surely an issue.”

“Oh? Uh, thanks for your concern captain but I was just thinking about Wild actually. I’ll keep your offer in mind though, so thank you..”

“‘About wild’? What about him are you thinking of?”

Huh, I could’ve sworn there was a hint of jealousy in his voice, but why would he be jealous of the idea of me spending… more time alone with Wild? Well, I think I might've answered my own question there. Really though, what reason would he have to be jealous of that, it’s not like Wars is close enough with me to be so possessive of me? 

“Just about how he’s been wanting to spend more alone time with me and how I’d like to learn some Hylian signs so that I can be alone and hold a conversation with him. Not that I don’t appreciate you and Twilight translating of course.”

“It’s never a bother to translate for you though, you could wake me up at whatever time and I wouldn’t even bat an eye.”

He pauses for a moment after that, the look on his face the same as when he’s planning his next movements watching a monster camp. There’s never been another moment other than that where he’s been this focused. Is the idea of spending more time with me really that important to him? 

“If you really want me to I can give you some lessons though, it’ll take a while for you to learn but whenever we have any downtime we can sit off somewhere quiet away from the others and I’ll give you some tutoring.”

He’d really switch from being jealous of me spending more time with wild and not wanting to do this to wanting to teach me himself? I know he’s getting some extra time alone with me while I learn, but does that really make up me possibly spending less time with him when I’ve learned enough to be alone with wild? Seeing as he’s willing it’s better I don’t press him on it so he won’t change his mind even if he does I could always ask twilight. With how he’s looking at me that might not be the smartest thing to do.

“What would you like to start with then [name]?”

“You know what kind of things Wild says to me the most often, maybe we could start with those things?”

“That does sound like the best place to start, I think we have an hour or two until the others will wake up, so why not start now”

And we certainly did, the time seemed to pass quicker than usual with him, it was nice to be doing something seeing as there wasn’t really a chance of me being able to go back to sleep. Something feels off about the signs he’s teaching me though, they aren’t what wild usually uses when he’s saying similar things. Maybe it’s just a different way to say things like how you can say yes in hundreds of different ways. He was still teaching me when the others started to stir, with wild waking up to start preparing breakfast for us all. No time like the present to test out the new language. 

“Mornin’ Wild! Wars spent some of the morning teaching me some hyrulian sign, so we should be able to talk alone more often now!”

Hey [name]! That’s amazing to hear, I can’t wait to talk to you more!! What do you want [name]. Can’t you see I’m too busy to talk? Just leave me alone.

“There’s no reason to be like that, I was just telling you. I’m sorry that I bothered you.”

Bother me? No, I want to talk to you, don’t go. Please? Thank you. Stay out of my sight for a bit, please. You’re distracting.

“I - I’m going. You don’t need to tell me twice.”

It’s like wild can’t make up his mind between his signs and his actions, he’s telling me to leave him alone but the second I turn away he grabs my wrist? It’s not like he really wants me here unless - Wars could have taught me wrong on purpose. With how possessive he was it’s not impossible, but why do that rather than just not teach me? He knew you’d just go to Twillight if he didn’t, you left him out of options. Wild’s grip isn’t to be messed with though, it’ll bruise if it gets any tighter - if it isn’t already. The noise we’re making seems to have woken the others up, as Twi shocks the both of us by grabbing our shoulders. 

“Aight - what’s got you’s so riled up.”

[name] said wars told them sign and I don’t think he taught them right.

“Wars taught me some hylian sign, so I wanted to talk to wild and he was just … mean.”

“Ah. I think wars taught you very wrong darlin’, Wild could never be rude to you, he’s fallen too far for that.”

With a wink and a nudge from twi at that, well he’s certainly proved my earlier thoughts, as well as throwing a frew new ones into the mix. No wonder wars would be jealous of him trying to get closer to me. But.. Wild likes me? That - well it adds up but I really wish this wasn’t how I learned. His kicked puppy look is heart-wrenching; I don’t blame him of course if my crush was deliberately taught to misunderstand me and then told about my crush on them? I’d be just as upset. Where should I go from here though? There’s a couple of different options, with one making a lot more sense to me. 

“Would you be able to teach me properly then rancher? I really would like to get closer to Wild; this seems like the best way to do that.”

“If the champ wants me too, then I don’t see an issue cub.”

Only if I’m there to make sure they’re being taught right. 

“Course wild.”

That should clear up everything then and I’ll be able to do what I actually wanted too rather than the exact opposite, Wild sitting next to me a blushy mess only makes it better. Twi’s lessons feel a lot better from the ones Wars gave me from the get go, he’s more careful with explaining the meanings as well as more patient with me; Wild adding in occasionally with things he thinks are important to know. I know I’m not gonna pick up all that much today but it’s amazing to finally be able to really talk to wild, now I’ve got some of the basics like how to spell Wild’s planning to take over most of my lessons for me anyway. There’s one sign that Twi taught me that really stood out to me though, crossing both hands flat and pressed to his heart. Love. The very same sign that he’s been using in place of my name for a few weeks now. He’s been practically confessing right to my face and I never even knew. Even with all of that I can’t help but want to tease him a little, now that the issues earlier are all cleared.

“So then lover-boy, were you hoping that your mentor was going to translate your confession for you, or were you hoping that this would all happen sooner?”

Hoping that you wouldn’t catch on for a long while yet. 

“Awh, is the idea of me knowing and reciprocating all that bad to you?”

Reciprocating?

I didn’t mean to say that outloud. My face feels like it’s hot enough to cook with now, why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut! Wild seems to be glowing at that though, he’s not making a move to talk or anything, just staring at me with the sweetest love struck expression. I would love for him to look at me like that often, it’s so pure and loving that I can’t help but want more of it. 

Would you be against us being more serious then… if you really do love me too. I think I'd like to try. 

“...”

“I think I would like that, I’d like that a lot actually. To be able to call you mine? It sounds nice.”

[apollosfavkiddo]

⋆༺♱༻⋆ Leah’s 200 followers event!

inspired by @hopelesslyromanticshark n @cinemaconrad

⋆ So, uhm… how can i start this? I just need to thank you. All of you, like big time. It was always my dream to write shit and share with the world, and maybe i’ll try and follow it. But this, right here, made my love for writing stronger than it already was, and i just HAVE to thank each and every one of you who was here all the fucking time. A special shoutout to Covey and Arya (who’s not my moot but go to her blog she’s amazing), cause she inspired me to start the whole blog. To Cynthia, Eden, May and the other people (@somewhereincairparavel and @pinkdiorluvr) for supporting me. And obvi thanks to everyone else, but these people deserved a special appreciation. Anyways, thank you!!!

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I LOVE YOUR SUGAR MOMMY/DADDY EVENT I CAN'T STOP READING IT ?!AAA

Can we perhaps get a sugar daddy/mommy x bottom Thoma with a little more longer scenario?i love the was you write him :((

You can ignore this if you want! <3🍡

THANK YOUU!! IM GLAD YOU CANT STOP READING ITT <33 and of course you can get something longer!

|| “Sweet or Sour” Thoma X Reader ||

Includes : Sugar daddy/mommy reader, bit of nipple play, small punishment, depending on what option YOU choose you will get a different scenario! Or maybe just read both, whatever floats your boat :)

Side note : Introducing.. OPTIONS! I wanted to try something a little different if you guys don’t mind. I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Also YAY for hitting 200 followers!! 

Previously on this event..

Rubbing his nipples, you also stroke his cock. “I love that desperate look of yours.” You said in the tone he always loved. He shivered and whined out. “Please- fuck me already, I-I’ll be a good boy!!” He says. You chuckle, shaking your head. He decided to cum without your permission, so you decided to give him a small amount of punishment. He usually doesn’t act up but when he does, you let it slide occasionally. But now, you were feeling a bit more.. sadistic. The tears running down his face awakened something in you. Maybe, it was time to explore this new side with Thoma.

You were edging him for long, you decide to fuck him and give him what he wants. That until is he came with his nipples being touched. You also wanted to experiment that with him. Stopping your actions, you played with his nipples, “W-What are you doing?..” he asks timidly. “Mmph—!” He threw his head back in utter bliss. Soon sucked the other nipple, Thoma was a moaning mess. He felt his orgasm building up and was afraid he was going to get edged again, though that wasn’t the case this time. With a tingly feeling in his stomach he came. “I’m sososo sorry!!” He said worriedly. Now you had to choose whether to punish him again or give him what he wants this time!

❁ - Punish him || ✿ - Don’t Punish him

↑ The flowers are options, when you see which flower (option) you want there will be a scenario beneath!

Option ❁

- Punish him ↴

“Did you cum without my permission?” You coldly said. He wiped the tears off his face and nodded. “Please f-forgive me!” You sighed, you decided to not take this lightly and punish him. “Sense you wanted to cum so bad, I’ll make you cum alright.” Thoma’s eyes widened and a shameful look appeared on his face. “Count.” You say loud enough just to get his attention. “Huh?..” He gazed at you. “Count how many times you came, if you don’t remember we’ll have to start over.” A smirk appeared on your face. The sadistic side came out to play now. Thoma didn’t protest, he knew what he had done wrong. Though, was it wrong for him to look forward to this? He thought about it. The idea of disobedience makes him feel bad, but getting a punishment like this once in a while doesn’t sound so bad. “You ready love?” Glancing over at him, making sure he didn’t feel uncomfortable. “Yes..” he said nervously. You reassured him but after all the reassuring it was time to give Thoma the punishment.

Sucking on one of his nipple and stroking his cock once again, causing him to tense up. “Ugh—! ‘M sorryyy..!~” he apologized, though you didn’t listen. He gripped the bed sheets hard, though not hard enough so it’d tear. “Relax sweetheart, it will be fine.” You cooed. “Mmn O-Okay..!~” he let out a sharp breath. Thoma told himself it would be a short punishment but time said otherwise, the pleasure was immense that he got lost in the time. 2:30..? 1:00? 4:20? Shit. He didn’t even know himself. Speaking about pleasure, he was just about to cum. “Cumming!~ Oh dear—” he let out a trembling moan and came all over his chest. “What number is this?” You ask him. “One! I think, right?!” He says worriedly. Even though he was positive that he just finished the first one he couldn’t help but be worried. “Very good Thoma.” You say with a gentle tone. Though that tone quickly faded as you were thinking. He wondered what you thought about, hopefully it wouldn’t be too cruel. “Touch yourself.” Huh..? He widened his eyes once again. “You can do that right?” You asked, almost in a innocent tone. “Y-Yes, I can.” 

You smile once again at his words. He started to jerk himself off. God, he looked so fucking attractive right now. Thoma just wanted your touch, your touch only. He just wanted for you to be using him, use his cock, his ass, or even his mouth. He didn’t care, he just wanted to get this over with so he can finally feel you again. You could tell by one single look that he was longing for your touch, however as this was a punishment. You can’t give in easily just because he looked desperate. Although you fancied the look of desperation on him. It suits him very.. very well. “Shit- Think I’m cumming! ah-!” He arched his back as he came another time. “C’mon, give me the number were on..” Looking at him with playful eyes. “Uhm.. Two?” Thoma says a bit confused. “Mhm. Surprised you got this far.” You laughed. He felt humiliated, but he liked it. He liked the way you humiliated him, it was in a special way no one else could. 

Thoma let out a gasp, a gasp that was delightful to your ears. You started touching him again after his 4th time cumming. You had another plan in store this time. “Did you miss my touch that bad?” You say amusingly. He nodded his head eagerly, “Yes.. I’ve been waiting for so long..” He said in a needy way. “I’m glad to hear that.” You say, kissing him. “When will we be d-done?” He says shaking a bit. You shrugged and gave him a playful smirk of yours. “When I want the punishment to be done.” Hit bit his lip embracing the fact that it might take longer than needed, but of course. He didn’t mind it at all. 

Option ✿

- Don’t Punish him ↴

“Don’t worry about it baby,” You didn’t like seeing him in so much distraught. “I actually was planning for you to cum.” You say in a forgiving way. “R-Really?” He said more worriedly. “Yes, plus I forgive you. So don’t worry..” You coo. The worried look disappeared off his face. “I’ll fuck you now.” Whispering into his ear, now a more embarrassed look replaced the worried one. He turned his body around, wanting your cock/strap slammed in him. You aligned your tip against his hole. He bit his lip in anticipation, waiting for you to fuck him. Slowly your cock/strap went in him. Thoma let out a whorish moan. Thoma was lucky to have someone as forgiving as you, he was so very grateful for you to cherish him. He couldn’t picture anybody else but you with him. “If you behave this time- I’ll get you something, yeah?” You spoke. You were the type to spoil him which gifts, affection, and... other things. Anything and everything he wanted you would give to him. Though, the only thing he wanted at the moment was you. Endless thoughts about you, morning, afternoon, and night. Thoma lusted, desired, even ached for you. 

“Something?” Thoma asked. He was curious of what you were going to give him this time.  “Anything you want babe.” Winking at him. He smiled, you were always so mischievous with him. What did he do to deserve you? You thrust into him deeper and harder. “Oh- AH~!” Thoma cried out. He quivered with every movement you made. “You’re quite loud aren’t you?-” You purr. He interupted you, “Fuck- I-I’m sorry!” he plead. Thoma covered his mouth and tried to contain his sounds. “It’d be better if you had something in your mouth..” You added on. Shoving a fingers down his mouth, he rolled his eyes back. Is he really into that? You wanted to test it out again and quickly shoved another finger in his mouth. A gag soon turned into a moan. Huh. That’s interesting you thought. Drool seeped out of his mouth. His expression looked more fucked out than before. That turned you on more than you’d like to admit yourself. “Mmph- gonna c-cum!--” “Okay, cum for me then.” You demanded. He let out a gasp as he came all over the bed sheets.

“Can we do it again..?” Thoma shyly asked you. Now you were the one surprised. Though, you weren’t complaining. Not a single word of complaining. “Of course.” You shoved your fingers a bit further into his mouth and started to ram into him again. He let out suppressed noises. “The way you gag on my fingers turn me on, I wonder how you’ll do with my cock/pussy now..” You murmur as you quicken your pace. God, now he wanted to taste your cock/pussy now that you brought it up. Even so, that would be for another day. Right now, you were making him see stars and that’s for sure. Thoma whined out loudly, so.. you shoved another finger into his mouth. His eyesight started to go black as you kept fucking him. “Again! g-gonna cum again~!!” Thoma whimpered as he was barely able to talk. You signaled for him to cum. He let out a strangled moan and the shock waves of pleasure spread throughout all of his body. 

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing this!! <3 and of course.. if not you can always send me a request 🫶

[baldursgrave69]

Promise Me

Summary: Agnes worries about the Urge, what if she can’t control herself? She asks Astarion to do the unthinkable if the need arises.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!durge (named)

Word count: 890

Tags: angst

While writing this I was listening to: Oblivion by Bastille

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Agnes sat between Astarion’s legs on the rooftop of the Elf Song tavern, his arms draped over her shoulders. They had finally made it to the Lower City. The last few days had been eventful to say the least. Agnes finally knew what she was. Who she was. A child of Bhaal. The sickening Urge within her had a name, an origin at last. That didn’t make it any easier to resist. In fact, she played with the idea of embracing it. Of fulfilling her destiny and becoming Bhaal’s Chosen. The idea of killing her sister Orin and taking her place gave her butterflies. Agnes was still struggling to process her meeting with Enver Gortash. He had revealed to her that not only had they been partners in the planning and implementing of the Absolute, they had been more than that. Enver Gortash had shown her correspondence between the two of them, detailing their story. Their love story. Agnes shuddered, trying to push the thoughts from her mind. She didn’t want to think about that night. Or what she had done. Astarion stirred behind her, holding her closer. “What is it, love?” he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder. Agnes let out a huff, leaning against him. “I’m… scared,” she admitted. “The Urge, it’s bothering you again, isn't it?” he asked, shifting behind her. She nodded. He wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her closer to him. “What if I don’t resist it? What if I can’t?” she asked, feeling a knot of worry in her stomach. Astarion frowned, this was so unlike her. She was always confident, always ready to take on whatever horror came next. “Do you want to?” he asked, cautiously, pressing soft kisses to her neck. Agnes paused for a moment. “Yes,” she finally said, hoping it sounded convincing. “Then you will,” Astarion said, leaning back against the cold wall behind him.

“How can you be so sure? What if your confidence is misplaced?” Agnes asked, pulling her knees close to her chest. “I’m rarely wrong,” he sighed, turning her to face him. “Besides, I know you. You won’t hurt me.” he said confidently. Agnes frowned, turning her back to him once more. Astarion sighed, pulling her closer again. He knew she wouldn’t hurt him on purpose, but he also knew that she didn’t always have control. If she did, Alfira would still be here. “You shouldn’t have to constantly watch your back around your partner. You shouldn’t have to worry that I’ll murder you in my sleep. That’s not fair to you,” Agnes started, moving to look at Astarion. “We should just end this now. Before it goes too far,” Agnes said quietly, leaning her head against her knees. “Are we really doing this again?” Astarion growled, leaning towards Agnes. She looked over at him, a wounded expression on his face. “I mean it, Astarion. I don’t want to hurt you,” she hissed, tears forming in her eyes. Astarion rolled his eyes, leaning back. “What, you think I’ll just disappear if you break up with me? Come now, darling. I told you, I’m not going anywhere.” Agnes let out a sigh, a small chuckle leaving her lips. “Gods, you’re stubborn,” she said as she looked up. Astarion smiled at her, a tear running down his cheek. Agnes leaned forward, wiping the tear from his cheek as he pulled her closer to him. “I waited 200 years for someone like you, I’m not letting you go that easy,” he sighed, burying his face in her hair.

“Fine, but you have to promise me something,” she said, suddenly serious again. Astarion pulled back to look at her, a somber look on her face. “If it happens again. If the Urges take over and you can’t restrain me,” Astarion cut her off, hugging her tight. “Promise me you’ll end me before I hurt anyone,” she said quietly as he held her. Astarion held Agnes tight, his mind reeling as he thought about what she was asking of him. Agnes pulled away from Astarion to look at him. He averted his eyes, trying to hide the tears beginning to form. “Remember that first night in camp? You asked me how I’d want you to do it,” she said quietly, pressing her forehead against his. He let out a laugh, wiping a tear with the back of his hand. “You said there were too many choices,” he laughed. He had called her dramatic at the time, he thought she must be insane. “A knife, clean across the neck,” she said quietly, looking into his red eyes. Astarion closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Promise me,” she whispered, placing her hand on his neck, caressing his bite scars. “Agnes, I can’t. Don’t ask this of me,” he pleaded, avoiding her gaze. “I trust you to make the right decision if the time ever comes,” Agnes said quietly. “Alright,” he replied, refusing to look at her. Agnes pulled back from Astarion, lifting his chin so he would look at her. His eyes were rounder than normal, sad. “I’ll keep fighting it, I’ll do whatever I can,” she reassured him. He nodded, his expression still somber. “Enough of the heavy stuff,” Agnes huffed, kissing Astarion on his nose. Astarion wrapped Agnes in his arms, holding her as tightly as he could.

[diodellet]

💘dio's mini-valentine's day event!!!💘

Confessing your love is hard and spelling out your feelings is harder. Worry not, lovestruck reader, at least there are a myriad of other ways to show your affection!

Rules💌

I’ll be taking requests through my askbox. I’ll accept a maximum of 15 asks, please monitor this post’s notes to see how many slots are left.

You don’t need to be a follower to join, but at least be 17+

One request per person, I’d like everyone to have a fair chance to send something in. (Requests sent by mutuals will still be included in the case if I reach the maximum number of asks!)

Up to 3 characters can be included in a request, each drabble will be up to 200-300 words.

In terms of rating, I will default to Teen and Up Audiences. I won’t go full-on NSFW, but if the requester wants a bit of spice, I will only go up to Mature (in AO3 terms, references to the deed but not explicit depiction).

If requesters want, they can also specify the reader’s gender and pronouns in the ask++give some descriptors. Otherwise, I will default to gender-neutral readers and little to no descriptions of their physical characteristics.

(^^In relation to this rule, I won’t accept overly-detailed reader characters, OCs, or character name!reader i.e. Shimizu Kiyoko!Reader.)

Please be kind and patient, I’m not the fastest writer, but nobody appreciates being rushed++spammed to speed up on the requests.

With that out of the way, the fandom and prompt list can be found under the cut!

Fandoms💌

Obey Me (Demon brothers and the side characters, except for Luke) 

Genshin Impact (Everyone except characters who use the chibi model)

Twisted Wonderland (NRC students only, except Ortho and Grim)

Prompts💌

“It feels… good to be around you.”

Their thumb stroking the back of your knuckles.

Seeing them in your dreams, being too flustered to face them in real life.

“I’ll never be this happy again.” (x)

“...Why did I have to fall for someone like you?” “Hm? Did you say something?” “No—I didn’t say anything!”

“We can take it slowly. I’ve got you, alright?”

Opening their arms for a hug upon seeing how exhausted you are.

Sharing a room and doing different things in companionable silence.

“When I am with you I am real.” (x)

Talking with them for hours about anything and everything, not even feeling the time pass.

“Dude, you’re so red.”

Sharing playful banter and inside jokes, but everyone thinks you hate each other.

“If soulmates do exist, they’re not found, they’re made.” (x)

Spending five more minutes together in bed before getting up.

Ranting about how insufferable they are, but your friend thinks knows otherwise. (Bonus points if the subject of your conversation overhears Everything)

“Hey, I got you these.” “Oh, thanks! What’s the special occasion?”

Placing sticky notes with little messages on their belongings.

Making you laugh so hard your stomach hurts

“Is it weird that I already miss you?”

“They say we are asleep until we fall in love.” (x)

credits to: The Great Comet, 36 Questions, and The Good Place for the lyric/quote prompts

[rmd-writes]

Tarlos and #28 for the kiss ask! 👀

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

Thanks for the prompt Dalawa! I had some fun with an unspecified AU for this one 💖

a kiss as a lie

Carlos makes his way around the room, drink in hand, greeting people with a smile and nod as he quietly observes the room. Out of his peripherals, he spots someone bursting into the room with alarming speed, considering they’re at a formal event. Carlos isn’t the only one to turn to see who’s making an entrance.

TK Strand.

Carlos rolls his eyes. He’d known TK was on this assignment too, of course, but the way he’s entered the room is concerning. Carlos isn’t surprised though. He hadn’t wanted TK on this assignment at all but he’d been overruled.

He watches as TK takes a breath and resets, that brilliant smile spreading across his face, transforming from harried agent into handsome guest. He slows his stride and makes his way around the room, leaving a trail of charmed guests in his wake. It’s abundantly clear to Carlos that TK is making a beeline for him.

TK continually glances at the doors he came through and Carlos begins to worry that his cover has been blown. Still, no one else enters. Yet.

He moves towards TK, handing his glass to a passing waiter and placing himself near a door he knows opens to a patio. They’re on a mezzanine level. It’s a short jump down to the ground if they really need to escape.

When TK is two paces away from Carlos, several things happen at once.

Two men come sprinting out of the hallway Carlos knows leads to the kitchen, looking around the room frantically.

TK curses.

Another man bursts through the door TK had come through.

Then, TK is closer to Carlos than he’s ever been, so close that Carlos can see the dark rings around his clear green eyes, one hand on the wall beside Carlos’ head.

He murmurs, “just go with it.”

And then TK’s lips are on his.

It takes Carlos by surprise – both the fact that TK is kissing him, but also the kiss itself.

TK’s lips are warm and soft. He parts them slightly and Carlos follows suit, kissing him back and sliding an arm around TK’s waist. When TK traces the tip of his tongue along Carlos’ lower lip, he brings his other hand up to cup TK’s jaw, tilting his head and kissing TK deeply as the blood thunders in his ears. TK moves closer until their chests are pressed together and for a moment, Carlos forgets everything except the feeling of TK pressed against him, the slide of their lips together and the slightly minty taste of TK’s tongue.

TK pulls away and looks around. “Think we’re in the clear?”

Carlos remembers that the kiss was only a ruse and shoves the disappointment that washes over him down. He drops his hand from TK’s face and waist and straightens up.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat. “I think we’re good.”

(Find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

[gracehosborn]

WIP Questions Tag

Thank you so much @sunset-a-story for the tag!

Going to answer for The American Icarus: Volume I for this one. May do another for Ink of Destruction later, we’ll see.

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

I had originally written the first part of a prologue on a whim set the night before Hamilton’s duel with Burr (back when I thought having this story be in one novel was a feasible idea). But a few minutes later I scrapped this because I thought a prologue was stupid. Years later I have gone back and added a prologue, but now it’s in the form of a fictional letter to the reader wherein Alexander explains why he’s sitting down to write his “memoirs”.

If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

I would actually love to have an original piece be composed. I just think that would be more fitting. In an ideal world, I’d love for the task to go to Lindsey Sterling.

Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

As most everyone in Volume I of TAI (and the rest of the series for that matter) are based off of real people, I’ll just be super predictable and say here that I of course find Hamilton super interesting. The man was complex, and getting to explore these complexities through a first-person narrative has been super fun. I get to be in his head and play around with all the gritty details in crafting motivations and stringing real events together into narrative form through his actions.

What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

TURN: Washington’s Spies, Hamilton, potentially 1776, though I could see this being wide reaching.

What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Oh God. The research, for starters (due in large part to my spite compelling me to go above and beyond what’s necessary), but being a history major who wants to specialize in early American history as it is, I find the struggle here to be more overwhelming than actually difficult. In terms of an actual difficulty, that would be the writing itself. As ironic as that sounds. Having TAI be framed as Hamilton sitting down 200 odd years after his death to write his memoirs means that I have to emulate Hamilton’s actual writing style and oof that’s hard. Also, Alexander Hamilton was very extroverted and I am simply Not That so dialogue is a pain in my ass. 😭

Are there any animals in your story?

Yep! Lots of horses will feature in TAI Volume I. And eventually some dogs (owned by generals Washington, Lee, Howe, and the Baron von Steuben).

How do your characters get around?

This is the 18th century. Everyone’s only options are: ride a horse, get a carriage or coach, procure a boat if on water, or walk. Lots of walking and riding feature here.

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I’ve been stuck on this one chapter for months that closes out Alexander’s time studying at King’s College as he decides to drop out to put all his focus towards the artillery company he has been granted command of. I’m super excited to get into Alexander’s time as an artillery captain but man this chapter. It’s the dialogue that’s holding me hostage I fear.

What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Oh definitely the premise. If that doesn’t draw people’s attention, I’ll be super shocked. Another aspect I can think of would be the time that the novel spends on the American Revolution in a way that’s vivid and detailed. Beyond that, I’ll just say that name recognition is a powerful thing.

Tagging with no pressure: @kaylinalexanderbooks @meerawrites @thestarsfightagainstusmyfriend @almaprincess66 @rwwinton and anyone else who wants to jump on in.

[throwaway-yandere]

!!!Yandere Genshin/Reader 2.5k Follows Mini-Event: Secret Penpals (Masterlist)!!!

cw: contains yandere themes, including stalking, possessive behavior, etc. do not engage if you’re sensitive to the topics mentioned. prioritize your mental health first, you matter.   

Time remaining: █ days, █ hours, █ minutes (closed!!! please wait until Thoma delivers all the letters &lt;3)

✧ Inazuma is currently holding another Irodori Festival and the Yashiro Commission and Yae Publishing House has a secret pen pal service going on... Perhaps you should write a letter and hand it over to Ms. Hina! Who knows, maybe you'll find another Paimon!

Possible Rewards: A new friend : )

“How is the list, Gorou?”

“Well, I got the names of some of the penpals. We got Always-So-Busy Sakabashira, Widower Momiji, A Headless Knight, Calx, and a couple more weird and whimsical names… There’s like… around 10 or something.”

“Ah, I see, Sakabashira is █████ isn’t it– wait, even Calx is joining? Isn’t he a Mondstadter?”

“Aren’t you one too? Now that you mention it, there’s a couple of foreigners joining this event– we even got someone from Snezhnaya.” 

“Haha, where do you think Blue Eyes White Dragon could be from? Betting on Liyue.”

“Hmm… I have a hunch that they’re from Fontaine...”

“But what if they’re yokai, though?”

...

“... Do yokais play TCG?”

"... I know Itto does…"

[match-up event guidelines under the cut]

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SALUTATIONS! Mx. Ansy here– thank you so much for the 2k follows! I don’t celebrate White Days so this will be the reason why this event exists. No clue why that happened, but for the celebration’s sake, here’s a mini event as my thanks!!! (Even though it’s long overdue since I’m at 2.5k hahahaha…) 

Thank you to everyone that followed, liked, left comments (omg), reblogged, etc. ILYSM!!!! <3 (Don’t worry, I’m still working on the idol au ehe. I need you all to know about music composer!Tighnari’s mental fatigue.)

Here are the event guidelines and an example of how this works provided by “Ms. Hina” and “Fixer”!

Event Guidelines ✥:

NO NSFW MESSAGES. (Please remember someone is writing behind all this lmao. I’m asexual so my humblest apologies.)

Feel free to go nuts with your pen pal's name! No need to use the word “anon”. As long as you kept your identity a secret, you’re safe! There’s no real rule, just make sure it’s not longer than 6 words. 

Why is six words the maximum? Well… My best friend, Fried Tofu With All The Frills, “suggested” that it’s better that way…

Remember who runs this event behind the screen. Expect stalkers, monsters, etc. to respond to your letter.

You don't know who your pen pal is. Don't name who the receiver of your letter is. This is luck-based, and if I'm feeling like a gremlin I might just send your letter to Reckless Pallad if you do this lol. 

As the event name suggests: some might get villain NPCs & non-yandere character/s. Welcome back to another round of RNG if you aren’t already fricking tired from artifact grinding.

Only one penpal per person. No repeats. Every time I do an event, the yanderes are loyal.

Are you reading the guidelines? Good. Take note of this specific instruction or else I won’t add your letter to the event registration: greet your pen pal with a “Happy Irodori Festival!” or anything similar. That’s how I’ll know you’ve read everything.

Your letter could be around 200 words max but don’t feel forced to hit that threshold haha. Talk about whatever you want then send it in this blog’s ask box! I’ll pass it on to Ms. Hina or Fixer ♡

The response you’ll receive varies, but expect a minimum word count of at least 100 (some characters just won't write long). Hard to fit things with a single letter. Maybe your pen pal would be desperate enough to write 2 pages on their first reply. But don’t count on it. I’m trying my best to give out short replies to this event. The last idol event had 2k-6k word counts (when my plan was 1.8k max). This is me trying my best to exercise self-control lolololol.

Every letter is made on Canva. Huge shoutout to that website for carrying my SHS career and this event because I have S-tier garbage handwriting.

Also, a huge shoutout to @/watatsumiis! General inspired me to do this event, so please check his works if you want to read fluffy fics that’ll make you giggle! He provides such amazing brain rots, I swear. Unlike this gremlin right here, he’s wonderful and wholesome both as a writer and a person.

Well then, time for an example! Please copy Ms. Hina’s lead when you write your letter &lt;3

Tutorial/Example ✥:

“Dear Secret Penpal,

Happy Irodori festival! My name is Miss Hina, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I know that festivals tend to make everyone exhausted, so whoever this letter is addressed to, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Remember to eat and drink water regularly! Even when to be honest, I already know who you are. I’m not great at talking about myself, but if anything is troubling you, don’t keep it all muzzled up inside.

- Ms. Hina”

The “penpal”’s reply (example only!!!):

Hmm, wonder who that could be? /s

Have fun!!! Happy Irodori Festival!!! (even though it’s windblume rn. I just can’t think of a book-based genshin event so lol here’s an advanced irodori patch for everyone.)

List of penpals/Masterlist:

SOME ARE CURRENTLY A SECRET

Don't get too cocky, though. Some of them aren't who you think they are ehe

"Calx" - Luthien

"Deshret" - Lisa

"Blue Eyes White Dragon" - ????

"Always-So-Busy Sakabashira" - Second Hand Of Time

"A Headless Knight" - Choco Found In Puppy's Tummy

"Widower Momiji" - Starlight

"Big Ears" - Honey On A Stick

"Fixer" - Tofu

"Fratello" - ????

No name - Vermiculis Creatio

No name - ????

[jahayla-parker]

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your support and encouragement! Since my requests are have been closed (apart from ones done through Ko-fi), I decided to celebrate hitting 1.5k+ followers by offering the following things.

But first, I need to list some rules!

Rules:

1. You must be following me in order to participate, this is a followers celebration after all! 🥰

2. For any requests, they need to be done either off-anon or if you send it anonymous you need to still message me directly to let me know you’re the one who sent that request. Either way, I can leave your name off the reply that I post (just let me know if that’s your preference)!

This is because this celebration is for my lovely followers so I want to ensure they are getting the chance to send in their requests for the below activities!

3. You can do as many of the options as you wish, but please limit it to 2 requests per option!

Example: each follower can do option a, b, and c, but each follower can only submit two different requests for option b.

4. Please read the details for each option to ensure you send in the details that’ll help me make the best response for your request!

While not required, it would be greatly appreciated if you could reblog this post! 💜

Okay, now, the fun part!

Celebration Activity Options:

I’m opening this celebration to include ALL characters I’ve done before, including currently archived ones!

💌 Blurb: send in a character and an event/plot/topic/etc. to get a 100-200 word answer

📱SMAUs: The 2 request limit for this applies to 2 of the same character (in other words, you can send in more than 2 SMAU requests so long as it’s a max of 2 per character) this can include fictional and nonfictional characters. Please include any side characters, events/details, or other information surrounding the SMAU request. If you want it to be with a specific type of reader, please be specific. You’ll get a SMAU fic with at least two posts from the reader and 2 from the character chosen.

💭Headcanon: send in a character and a scenario or type of reader to get a bullet point list of thoughts on it.

✨Moodboard: Send in a character and a season, event, aesthetic, subject, etc. for a moodboard for it.

✍️Writers: For my fellow writers, send me a concept you’re working on or send a link to a fic you would like a moodboard to use for an already existing fic/part/etc. (for a character I write) and I’ll generate a moodboard for it!

Last but not least….,

🎆 Requests: Please note these will be likely shorter than my longer requests (I say that but you all know me 😂). These cannot contain a lot of specifics or anything like that. Rather, it’s a simple concept and a character. Limit is 1 request per follower for this option given the time it’ll take to do these.

👯‍♀️ Oh and, mutuals, I couldn’t think of something specific to offer you, so you can literally send in whatever you’d like from me and I will do it! (Ex: handwritten letter, piece of advice, a custom short fic with your name listed instead of y/n, a song that reminds me of you, etc.) You deserve to let your heart go wild and choose whatever you’d like! 💜

Once again, thank you all so much! I cannot wait to see what you come up with for me to work on!

Disclaimers:

As always, I reserve the right to refuse any requests I’m uncomfortable with. But I will let you send in a replacement request if this applies.

This ends March 8, 2024 (11:59PM PST).

After this event ends, requests will be closed again (apart from ko-fi) until I state otherwise.

As always, I own all works/responses and do not approve of anyone taking credit or sharing elsewhere without asking me (reblogging is different)

The responses from this event will typically take priority over ongoing work I have in terms of which will be posted first. But it also depends on the order in which I finish each one.

I love you so so much! 💜

[capobegone]

My Thoughts on the Swordsmith Village Movie!

Alright y’all, this goes without saying, but I’ll announce it anyway:

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE KNY MOVIE. IF YOU DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED, DO NOT PROCEED. DO NOT PASS GO. DO NOT COLLECT 200 DOLLARS.

Anyway. Now that that’s said and done, let’s begin! Here are my favorite parts, in no particular order.

-GOTOU. GOTOU THE KAKUSHI. He’s always been my favorite background character; he only shows up a few times but somehow he is around SO MUCH for the key events in Tanjiro’s journey. His abdominal breathing to scream for the butterfly girls was fantastic because a) abdominal breathing really is effective to project, from a vocalist’s standpoint, and b) it goes to show that even if he can’t wield a sword or use a breath technique, he still understands the importance of proper breath support! Good for you, Gotou-san!

-My theater’s audience laughed the most at Inosuke hanging from the ceiling. That was a hit. I already knew it was gonna happen but I was laughing too because I was just so giddy!! They also really enjoyed the scenes of Tengen’s wives arguing while he’s dying of poisoning. A classic.

-ZENITSU IN HIS LITTLE SCARF. SHUT THE FRONT DOOR.

-But seriously, I enjoyed the scene of Zenitsu with the other slayers and Gotou with his Kakushi friend. It gives us a rare glimpse into daily corps life when one is not fighting extremely important battles against upper moons.

-They recapped bits from the previous episode in the beginning of the swordsmith village arc, so we got to watch poor Kagaya choking and gagging on his own blood TWICE, BACK TO BACK. Which, as much as I love him dearly and felt awful for him, it was kinda funny. Side-note, Amane is a GOAT for sticking with him and taking care of him during all of this. She’s a queen through and through.

-Mitsuri. Oh, Mitsuri, the love of my life. I want to kiss her little face. Her voice actor is so wonderful!! Watching her play with Nezuko and easily pick her up and hold her hand was so heartwarming!! Her little song about dinner made my heart sing too!! The little sparkle edits whenever she got excited!! Mitsuri-chan, please be my wife. Just, uh, don’t tell Obanai.

-Also, the hot spring scene?? Hello?? I had seen the leaks, but they didn’t do it justice. I was not expecting them to fully show her entire butt. With both cheeks. I was gripping the seat for dear life so I didn’t screech out loud. Ufotable really went for it with the Mitsuri fanservice, and as much as my feminist side wants to disagree with this, I am unfortunately too gay to care. I shamelessly enjoyed every second of it.

-Speaking of hot springs, the crow noise that Tanjiro made when he jumped in took me OUT. And baby Nezuko swimming by was SO CUTE I CAN’T TAKE IT. UGH. 

-AND ALSO: GENYA!! I LOVE GENYA!! I’m so so excited to see more of him! The talk Tanjiro and Mitsuri had about his relationship with Sanemi made me sad, but then them worrying about him not eating enough and going to bring him some rice balls made it okay again.

-Speaking of which… why was Genya skipping his meals? Was he just avoiding Tanjiro and Mitsuri? Did he bring his own food like they hypothesized? Was his tummy messed up from eating demon, like Gyoumei always worried it would be? Seeing as he still had fangs, it had probably happened recently, and if demons can’t eat human food…am I over analyzing? I think I’m over analyzing.

-The snapping of Gyutaro breaking Tanjiro’s fingers in surround sound made the woman next to me physically recoil. Girl, same. Shit was nasty.

-NEZUKO SLITHERING AROUND UNDER THE TABLE LMAOO

-The little tease of Muichiro at the end. Come on man, I want MORE!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME!!

-The entire upper moon meeting. Wow. The animation was insane. Good lord, the infinity castle was wonderfully confusing! It was a little overwhelming with all the flashes and transitions, but it helped that Akaza was in just as much of a state of sensory overload as the rest of us. Man did NOT want Douma touching him on top of everything else that was rubbing his temper the wrong way, and Douma could not have given less of a damn. But wow, did they make Douma such a funny little dude!! Crawling all over the floor and flashing peace signs and such. How wonderful. The scene of Nakime immediately shutting him down was glorious.

-Not sure if I’m the hugest fan of the way they just. Blipped out? I guess I always imagined Nakime would make them doors to go in and out of the infinity castle, so it felt a liiiiittle underwhelming. But, of course, that’s just me.

-Akaza falling was sick as hell. I just know he thought he was super cool. Which…yeah, he totally was. What can I say, I love him. Akaza punching off Douma’s face only to immediately get in trouble with Kokushibo? *chef’s kiss*

-But…the credits. They left in all of the credits, which was just a teeny bit awkward. I was just sitting there staring at them (I cannot read Japanese and I saw it subbed) and anxious out of my MIND to see swordsmith village! (Which, the village itself looked gorgeous, by the way!) Still, I think it was absolutely worth the wait. 

Overall, it was just such a fun experience!! I’ve never been to a movie on my own before, and I’m so glad this was the first one. It was so, so epic and I enjoyed myself thoroughly! Planning on going to see it again with my sister when she’s back in town. Easy 10/10 for me, because I just adored every moment with every character!! If you haven’t seen it yet, I encourage you to do so! :D

[reminiscentreader]

HIII I was going through ur blog bc it's so aesthetic and I love it sm and I just saw ur pinned post

first of all CONGRATS ON 200 FOLLOWERS U DESERVE IT ❤️💕💞💝💘💖💗💓❣️❤️‍🔥 (I find joy in spamming hearts)

I wanna get these from ur event 💌💎🕰🎀🌸

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[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

BELOW THE SURFACE: CHAPTER ONE: A Petal's Decay:

A/N: Hello hello hello! Thank you to those who participated in the poll of if I should cross post: the most answers were for yes! So here we are...and THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!! That is a HUGE HUGE HUGE blessing to me. Seriously, I cannot thank you enough for how happy this makes me feel. So now, as a thank you for your support through my rambunctious posts and chaotic DMs, I present to you...

Below the Surface: A 2023 Lackadaisy Fanfiction...now posted here, there, and NOW on Tumblr. Enjoy!

"His voice means to deceive you...my voice just wants to lead you...Below the Surface."

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The smell of cigarettes was heavily sticking in the air. An overwhelming warmth accompanied it in the suite. The night was muggy, hence why she locked up all the windows. It was a warm Missouri night: yet Lacrimosa Ambrose was far from tired, despite how late it was. 

She was in her lavish flapper dress, consisting of pigments of indigo and black. She had toed off her shoes and let the feather boa around her slip down, softly and caressing her arms. Tonight was a rather eventful night for the jazz singer: she really brought the blues out in her sultry voice. She was fawned over by many men, and she adored the attention secretly: yet she never wanted anything serious with anyone, as she was a lone wolf in the relationship department. However…no one ever asked about her… side hustle, regarding her occupation in the Rose Brigade: she was the boss after all …

That’s good: if people became suspicious, she would end up shooting some people in the head with her Colt M1911 pistol…she’d thank her husband for that lovely gift…if he weren’t dead.

She got up off her couch, sauntering over to her phone as she spun the dial numbers slowly and deliberately, and she put the phone to her ear. She sighed sharply, her pointed ears perking downwards slightly, and she took another hit from her cigarette to calm herself down.

“Mei deliciae, this is getting old…I get you’re in Hotel Maribel, but at least speed up this process.” She told the other person on the phone.

“Of course, of course! I’ve just been…under the weather.” He reassured her: Silas Tueuse, a French actor visiting Missouri with his sister Raquelle, was far from innocent…just like Ms. Lacrimosa.

“If you mean you were busy being at a damn juice joint and getting sick from drinking too much giggle water , then you are surely a fool to think you can fool me with this excuse.” Lacrimosa chided, as if she was talking to a child: from her perspective, she might as well be. She was almost twice Silas’ and Raquelle’s age, and her beauty slowly dimmed as more wrinkles showed from stress.

“Ah, shucks,” Silas hissed a bit, snapping his fingers, “that trick never works, dunnit?”

“Use proper grammar in my presence, Tueuse. I will not ask you again.” Lacrimosa twirled with her pearled necklace with a finger, and her claw retracted. 

“What’s the problem with the way I speak, ma’am?”

“You and your sister come from wealthy parents, I highly expected some elegance from you.”

“Ma’am, I come from a French mother and an English father, as does my little sister: we have different ways of speaking: she’s like mother, I’m like father. So expect a bit of slip ups and slangs from us…~”

Lacrimosa internally cursed him. She sucked in a sharper breath, brandishing her cigarette. “Silas, do me a favor and get yourself in line…I won’t hesitate to lodge a bullet in your pretty little skull.” She glanced over towards an ebony desk, seeing a slightly rusted revolver, glinting a little in the soft lighting.

“...yes ma’am.”

“Are you about to go down from your room to…do the task?”

“In a few moments…after all, I am a good actor~” Silas pulled out a small vial of cyanide, playing with it. “After all, I could always slip it into a drink or two.”

“You remember the target?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll get it done as soon as I can.”

“I want you to go immediately after we finish this call: is that clear?”

Silas grimaced: “Yes, that is crystal clear, Ms. Lacrimosa.” Oh lord, what was he going to do? His sister was conked out on the hotel bed in Hotel Maribel, after drinking too many dry martinis and throwing up on herself in a not–so elegant fashion. She had changed out into something much more comfortable to sleep in.

“Good: that’s my left hand man~” Lacrimosa teased, smiling with feigned sweetness. She then hung up abruptly, the smile drooping into a deep, frustrated frown. She rubbed at her temples, leaning against the table and sighing. Her tail thumped against the wood, and she walked over to the window, opening it. The smoke and smell of cigarettes wafted out of the apartment complex, and she pressed her elbows on the windowsill, hands under her chin. Her amber eyes dulled, watching the cars, the people, and everything else slowly drift by. She craved some form of entertainment, something different from the dullness. St. Louis was a hit or miss sometimes…but soon there will be a good story: a good dose of entertainment, all thanks to the French actor Silas Tueuse. She smiled, flicking off some ash and ember, and it landed on her rose plant…the flame ate at one of the petals, and it shriveled up: she didn’t feel too bad. The poor plant was dying anyway…

Her ears flicked at the sound of a violin. She sighed almost gently, shoulders dropping. She extinguished her cigarette onto the ashtray, put her shoes back on, and grabbed her feathered boa again, wrapping it around her: the violinist lived in the exact same apartment building as Lacrimosa, and boy did she love her like a daughter. She grabbed her keys and left her apartment, locking the door and leaving. She began treading down the hallway, tail slowly swishing in sync with the violin’s notes. She hummed along to the tune. She knocked on the door at the end of the hall, and the music stopped. There were footsteps, and the door opened. 

An older Sphynx with a left glass eye and scar marks stared at her, an eyebrow raised. Her cold, stern features softened slightly. Her ice blue eyes dulled, and she backed away, beckoning Lacrimosa to enter.

“Your playing is soothing, Mandisa. I enjoy it.” Lacrimosa walked into the darker apartment, and she put her arms at her sides. She gazed around with a bit of a sleepy–eyed look to her.

Mandisa smiled slightly: despite being wrinkly, she was still a bit in her youth: thirty–five was still rather young. “I’m doing it for the kids.” She told her.

“They’re asleep, yes?” Lacrimosa raised a brow.

“Both Cassandra and Malachi, yes.”

“...what about the other one?”

“Don’t you recall? He’s living with his father.” 

“My condolences.” 

“It’s quite alright.”

Their conversations were light, but filled with calmness and respect.

“I have another job for you, Silas, Raquelle and the others.” Lacrimosa fluffed up her boa.

“So soon?” Mandisa straightened herself up.

“Yes…Silas is already after the target. He’ll be done rather soon…but that’s not the point. We’re going after Marigold’s head honcho.”

“...really? Asa Sweet?”

“Bold, isn’t it?”

“A little tempting, but much more dangerous: don’t you remember his little shadow? James has that divot in his ear thanks to Heller’s bullet!”

“Damn…that’s right.” 

“Certainly, we can’t go head on.” 

Lacrimosa then grinned deviously. “Lure Heller away…as well as his little posse. We could also ruin some lives in the Little Daisy Cafe~”

Mandisa sat down, her tail curled next to her thigh. “This is…interesting.”

“In due time, everything will work out~” Lacrimosa grinned sharply, crossing one leg over the other. “Lure them all away…that way, we pluck away everything they love.”

…and this is the beginning of how things become twisted.

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Aaaaand here's chapter one! I'm going to post a chapter or two on here a day, but once I really write more in the future, the posting process fic-wise might slow down. Either way, hope you enjoy!

[lizzie-is-here]

girls just wanna have fun

part x- girls just wanna have fun

“that’s all they really want”

wordcount: 3.3k

warnings: cussing, fluff, idk if there’s anything else???

a/n: this is the end 😭 i love this series and may come back to it with headcanons or sum later, but now it’s time for like the dawn! after my vacation, of course 😏 (look for pictures) ((also yes i did give reader maddy’s winter formal dress, i couldn’t help myself))

also ps: when i hit 200 followers i’m doing a three-week event and opening some requests! i’ll put up the rules soon 👀👀

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Your parents took your injury and assistance in saving the world as you expected them to. With not much of a reaction. At first, they began to fuss over you, but as soon as you showed them the wrapped wound, they had calmed down.

They took the news of you moving out much better. From the sound of it, they were both planning on selling the apartment and living full-time in their respective cities. Why they didn’t just get a divorce, you didn’t know.

You had promised to stay in contact nonetheless, and the Avengers had helped you strip your childhood bedroom down to nothing and move everything to your new home at the tower. You gladly took a smaller room, the coziness serving a great comfort to you as you finally accepted that you were fully without your parents.

Not completely without them, though. After the stress of your finals (which you aced), they mailed you a Christmas gift. A rather large deposit in your checking account and two handwritten letters, wishing you well and promising to visit sometime in the next year. The distance seemed to be the best thing for them.

You also celebrated your first holiday with the team. The weeks leading up to Christmas were a blur of decorating and gift shopping, during which you discovered that superheroes were horrible at choosing gifts. And wrapping presents. They were damn good at Secret Santa, though.

After Christmas Break, which flew by far too quickly, came the Winter Formal. The dance that started it all. And boy, were you ready.

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Step one, get a dress.

“Alright, guys, I think this is it,” you shout behind the dressing room curtain. Almost the whole team is waiting outside of it, save Peter, Clint, and Rhodey. Peter because you want the dress to be a surprise, Clint because he’s visiting his family, and Rhodey because he attested that the dress prices made him sick to his stomach.

You give yourself a once-over in the mirror, inspecting every detail. Yes, it’s skimpy. And see-through. But that’s not the point.

It’s black, sheer, and absolutely drenched in glitter. The damn dress is practically reflective. Underneath, you have a simple bra and some underwear that may-or-may-not-be-a-thong. It’s gorgeous, elegant, and something probably anyone else would get in trouble for wearing.

But this is your senior year, not the school board’s. So you say “Fuck it.” and fling open the curtain.

“Be honest. What do we think?” you ask. Nat hums in approval, but you receive no other reactions. You sigh exasperatedly. “I know it’s a lot, but I really like it and I think it’s the best one I’ve tried on-”

Tony is quick to wave his hands. “No, kid, it’s great! It’s just-”

“You’re growing up so fast!” Wanda sniffles. The poor witch rubs her eyes and leans into Nat’s side, emotions cranked up to 11 due to her powers reacting to the people around her. You raise a brow, unsure if that’s a good sign or not.

Thankfully, Sam steps in. “You’re good, kid. Right, you guys?” You receive several thumbs up and nods, the team unreasonably drained after only 20 minutes of watching you try on dresses. “Ready to go?”

You slip back into the dressing room, squealing silently and clapping at the dress before carefully taking it off, folding it gently, and emerging once more. You swipe your credit card with no regard to the price tag and gratefully take the bag, nearly skipping back to the team.

“You know, if you were going to fall asleep, you could’ve stayed home,” you say to the two super-soldiers, snorting when they blearily look around.

“What? No, no kid,” Bucky yawns, trying his best to support Steve as the blond begins to doze off standing up. “We’re just tired.”

Nat mumbles something in Russian and you watch the brunet go bright-red, snapping back haltingly. His movements jostle Steve, who mumbles an incoherent mess as you all step out into the sunlight.

“Alright, let’s go,” Tony claps, ushering everyone through the doors and into the limo.

Step one, complete.

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Step two, plan the rest of the Winter Formal.

Luckily, you had already planned the theme. A sort of celestial, elegant concept to keep some semblance of class to the biggest dance of your school.

All that’s left to do is plan the catering and venue, which you’ve designated to Dawson, Hallie, and a few Juniors that managed to get onto the planning committee. From the various phone calls they’ve made from the stage in the gym, it sounds like they’ve got both food and location, they’re just struggling to combine the two.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, sitting up from the gym floor where you’re finalizing ticket sales. “Can they not cater to the venue?” Hallie shakes her head, watching a girl ramble on the phone. You hold out your hand and she eagerly hands it off.

“Hey, what restaurant is this?” you ask.

A crackly voice mumbles back, “Olive Garden. And no, we don’t cater to Pier Sixty.”

“What if I give you an extra $200?” you reply with no hesitation. “Cash, paid in full to whoever caters.”

No surprise, the woman accepts, and you hand the phone back off. Meanwhile, you finish setting up the register to sell the last tickets at lunch today.

Hallie jumps up triumphantly, phone raised above her head. “We did it! Everything’s set up.” You congratulate them and thank everyone just as the bell rings. As you split off to class, you clutch the register in your arms.

Your first class is Physics with Peter. You plop your books down as you slide into the seat next to him. He leans over to peck you on the cheek and you grin, watching him blush before tilting his chin to plant a proper kiss on his lips.

He turns even more red, if that’s even possible. Stammering, his mouth opens and closes repeatedly, but no words come out. The bell rings before he can make a sentence.

Despite the temptation to tease him the whole class, you manage to focus on the notes. The new semester meant new material, AKA, more stress.

But physics isn’t too horrible, and Ms. Warren doesn’t give out much homework, so the class passes by without much fuss. Except for a brief back-and-forth about Ohm’s Law between two students.

In the ten minutes between classes, you and Peter walk to your locker. You open it and dump your books inside, snatching out the materials for your next classes.

“Hey, Penis Parker!” You and Peter groan in unison.

“God, will he ever get a better joke?” you grumble, fishing for a granola bar in your tub of snacks. Sighing, Peter shakes his head as he prepares for the torrent of name-calling.

“I see you’re hanging out with your little girlfriend,” Flash teases, leaning against the locker on the opposite side of you from Peter.

You slam the locker shut. “Yeah? What about it?”

Flash stammers. “Wait, are you two actually-“

“Dating? Yes,” you deadpan. “And if you have a problem with it, I recommend you keep your opinions to yourself.”

“You- you’re joking, right?” he chuckles nervously, looking as though the idea makes him want to gag.

Silently, you and Peter exchange glances. You furrow your brows in genuine confusion. “Flash,” you begin gently. “We- we’re actually dating.”

He’s dumbfounded.

“We’d better leave him to process,” Peter whispers, entwining your hands. He walks you to your next class and you wave goodbye, sighing heavily as you start the hell that is math class.

You make it to lunch with only two pages of homework, which you shove into your bag as you set the register down and wait for the Planning Committee. They arrive in time, carrying a banner that Dawson made last-minute.

They tape it up, the elegant calligraphy advertising the last Winter Formal tickets. As soon as you sit down, a few procrastinators swarm your table.

After what feels like an hour (but is really only fifteen minutes), you reach a break, your customers slowly depleting. You kick up your legs and rip open the granola bar, chewing absentmindedly as you zone out.

You don’t hear Peter, Ned, and MJ sneaking up behind you with a camera, but the entire cafeteria hears your panicked squeak when the former sweeps you up, spinning you around.

“Peter!” you laugh, slapping his arm. “That is not fair.” They take their seats around you, instantly bringing up the dance.

Flipping through a new book, MJ mentions that her parents bought her a fancy three-piece suit for the event and you smile, asking for details.

“It has gold buttons, it’s navy, silk on the inside,” she says, a small grin forming as you all listen, enraptured. “What about you, (Y/N)? Got a dress up to your standards?”

“Absolutely. Approved by the team and everything.” Peter whines, tossing his head back dramatically.

“Why won’t you show me it?” he asks, giving you puppy-dog eyes. Normally they work like a charm. Not today.

You shake your head, counting the cash in the register. “You’ll see it when you pick me up,” you quip, stashing the bills away from curious eyes.

“The good news is, we made our budget’” you announce with a cheer, slamming the drawer shut.

Step two, complete.

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Step three, attend the Winter Formal.

Okay, that was stupid. However, you couldn’t decide which was worse, having only two steps, or having “attend the dance” as step three.

Nonetheless, you poured your entire heart into getting ready. The bouquet you’d made for Peter sat on your vanity, the bright golden sunflowers contrasting the baby’s breath and eucalyptus leaves.

Your dress was the subject of over twenty different mirror selfies, the glittery fabric twisting around as you found the singular image you’d upload to Instagram later. You had done your makeup to match, a simple matte, natural lip complimenting the dark, glittery eyeshadow applied meticulously to your eyelids.

It was perfect. Your hair was styled without a strand out of place, your heels fit perfectly, and your celestial-themed jewelry really sold the look.

A knock sounds on your door.

Peter’s holding a bouquet as well, and after a moment of stunned silence you exchange the bundles.

“I- wow… Your dress is- it’s really hot. I mean pretty! Not that it’s not… hot, I just-“ He stammers a bit more before taking a deep breath and composing himself more. “You look really nice.”

“Thanks,” you giggle. “You look really nice, too.”

“Thanks.”

You smile and take his hands, meeting his gaze as your chest aches with an overflow of emotions. Your lovesick stare is interrupted when the team arrives, wielding a camera.

“Okay, lovebirds,” Tony shouts. “Let’s get some good pictures before we cut you loose!”

Peter and you cooperate, smiling for a max of five pictures before sprinting to the elevator. You sprint out of the lobby, too, racing to where Happy is waiting for you.

He drops you off with a warning of, “I’ll be back at 11:30, sharp!” You both thank him before linking arms, making some last-minute adjustments, and walking into your second-to-last school dance.

Your theme is perfect. Decorative stars hang from the ceiling in the place of disco balls, reflecting shards of light onto the crowd. And while not everyone is dressed to theme, the whole idea of an elegant ball prevented kids from wearing jerseys like they had at Homecoming.

Immediately, you beeline to the food and drink, pouring yourself a cup of navy blue punch with edible silver glitter swirling around inside.

Peter follows suit, though he sniffs the drink with mild suspicion. You also grab some pasta before finding a large table swarming with your friends.

There’s a distinct energy in the air, a quiet yet constant buzz of excitement. Or maybe it’s just the knowledge that most people are going to the Winter Formal version of After-Prom that happens to have much less supervision and much more alcohol.

“Hey guys,” you say, raising your cup and glass in greeting. They wave, conversation pausing as you both approach. "What do we think?" Twirling, you show off your dress.

"Damn," Evie's date claps. "How'd you get in here in something so sheer?" You laugh, shrugging. The attention then turns to Peter, complimenting his ink black suit with subtle sparkles embedded in the fabric.

The night passes on, songs changing the mood every so often. Any awkwardness or anxiety melts away as the night begins.

For a while, you dance with some friends, but after being shoved into a dance circle and putting your entire soul into Doja Cat’s “Vegas”, you have to take a break.

Yanking off your dagger heels and flopping into a chair, you pat away a thin layer of sweat forming on your brow. A buzz sounds from the table. You check your phone and are immediately bombarded with dozens of people sending videos of your dance from different angles.

“This is what I get,” you groan, slumping in an attempt to relax the muscles in your back and closing your eyes.

The blinding lights are blocked from your view, causing you to look up. Peter grins, sitting down next to you and offering a mint. You accept gratefully.

Smirking as an idea comes to mind, you grab a hold of his tie, yanking him towards you to kiss him. Thankfully, your aim is precise, and you both manage not to knock heads.

“I saw your little show,” he laughs breathlessly. “And I think the rest of the city has, too.”

“I should’ve known they’d post it,” you mumble, not mad enough to care. The lights began to dim, rich purple and blue replacing the golden shine. You can faintly hear the DJ announcing a slow song.

“Well?” You turn to Peter as he stands up, taking your hand. “You got one more dance in you?”

Your heart thuds in your chest as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “As long as I don’t have to wear the heels,” you giggle.

“You don’t have to wear the heels,” he affirms. You slip into the sea of people, passing a few friend groups dramatically mimicking the couples dancing.

The cold concrete is heaven against your bare feet, cooling you down as you stop in the middle of the dance floor. Peter thinks for a moment before resting one hand on your hip and taking your hand with the other. You grin.

“Ooh, someone did their research,” you say, placing your hand on his shoulder.

Humming, he averts his gaze. “More like, May did the research. She was quizzing me on my way out the door.” You both laugh, swaying as the song continues.

With a light sigh, you lean your head onto his shoulder, humming along. He joins in, attempting a few harmonies.

It’s magical. Peter’s magical. You can’t help but blatantly ignore all those movies and anecdotes about young love not lasting, because nothing else has ever felt so perfect. Maybe they just didn’t have what you two did.

“I got a letter back from Columbia,” you confess, not moving your head from its place. “They accepted.” Peter can hear your pulse quicken.

“That’s great,” he murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head. “Shit, that’s- that’s amazing.”

You hold on a bit tighter. “It’s four hours and 57 minutes away from Cambridge.” You know MIT is Peter’s dream school. And you’d never want to keep him from it, but you can’t help but be scared by the distance.

“You Googled it?” he asks. You nod, sniffling once before stopping yourself. He pauses to consider his next words. “We’ll figure it out, I promise. Plus, we can always bother Dr. Strange and have him open a portal.” You laugh, recalling your one and only meeting with the Sorcerer Supreme. He seemed like a wizard version of Tony.

“That sounds nice,” you say. The song ends, the bright lights return, and your energy fully drains. It’s late. Happy won’t be here for another hour. “Do you wanna text them that we’ll walk home?” you suggest, walking back to your table and grabbing your purse.

Peter tugs up his sleeve, revealing a webshooter. “Who said anything about walking?”

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“OH MY FUCK.”

Okay, maybe swinging home isn’t Peter’s brightest idea. You had swung with him during the day, but there was something considerably worse about flying through pitch-black.

“Peter, holy shit,” you hiss, clinging on tighter. Finally, he stops. Hundreds of feet in the air. Clinging onto the window of the Avengers Tower lounge. He taps once, and you both laugh as the team jumps, rushing to open the window.

You maneuver inside, heels and purse in hand as you tousle your hair to somewhat tame it.

“You swung home?” Nat asks, humor laced in her tone as she takes in your disheveled state.

Peter waves her off. “It was quicker than walking,” he argues. Turning to Tony, he says, “I’m gonna spend the night, if that’s alright. I already texted May.”

They bid you goodnight, unpausing the documentary they were watching. As you wait for the elevator, you hear a narrator detailing the Battle of New York.

“Not them watching a documentary about themselves,” you chuckle as the elevator ascends to the residential floors.

“Have you looked at each of their Netflix accounts?” Peter asks, opening your door for you. You shake your head with a smile, tossing your shoes into the corner along with your purse.

“No, but I can imagine that they’re very telling.” You ask FRIDAY to shuffle your playlist when your favorite song seeps from the speakers.

You grab Peter’s hands, twirling him as you mouth along to the verse. To him, it’s the most adorable thing in the world.

“I come home, in the mornin' light, my mother says ’When you gonna live your life right?’ Oh momma dear, we're not the fortunate ones, and girls, they wanna have fun… Oh girls just wanna have fun…”

As you tug him along in haphazard dance moves, his thoughts wander. Your earlier worries were more than valid, and he had to admit that the distance was scary. The two of you had almost spent every day together for almost 5 months now, and the abrupt change was bound to affect you both.

“The phone rings, in the middle of the night, my father yells ’What you gonna do with your life?’ Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number one…”

But you had six months until you moved into college, so for now he simply soaks in the feeling of you in his arms. You hum along to the iconic chorus, sighing contentedly.

“But girls they wanna have fun. Oh girls just wanna have- That’s all they really want, some fun.”

Neither of you could stay up for much longer after that, the high-energy night taking its toll on your bodies. You shed your dress and Peter tossed off his suit.

He lazily grabs a t-shirt and you snatch up some sleep shorts before crawling under your plush covers. You curl under his arm, laying halfway on his chest.

The sounds of the city are quiet so far up. Only the occasion screech of tires followed by sirens reach your window. Nestling further into Peter’s side, you look up at him, eyes straining to find his in the dark.

“Hey, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

You wait for a moment, wondering if your next words were too much too soon.

“I love you,” you whisper, so quiet you can hardly hear it.

But Peter’s enhanced hearing picks it up, and his entire body feels light. A warmth spreads from his head to his toes, all-encompassing and overwhelming in all the best ways.

“I love you, too,” he responds. You smile, giddy, before burying your head into his chest, attempting to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks.

Who knew that a fake internship and a group of meddling superheroes could end in this?