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pinkjeanist · 4 years

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“kokomo” || endeavor

⇥ You managed to pester your boyfriend enough into taking you on vacation to the Caribbean. He wants to complain- he should be working, he should be protecting the citizens of Japan as their number-one hero- but you have a different intention for him than he initially thought. An intention that, perhaps, is for his own good. [1.5k words - fluff]

a/n: “lets go to the BEACH BEACH....ninki minjaj.....” anyway i would have written more, but it was hard enough to write it with the beach boys stuck in my head the entire time, so bone apple tit. [navigation]

You were insufferable.

Enji should have been working. He should have been doing his duty as a hero- the number one hero, at that- at home in Japan. But here he was, standing on the beaches of fucking Bermuda, in sandals. But you had just been so insistent that he give himself a break by taking you on vacation across the world. Of course he’d known you just wanted a reason to go somewhere alone with him for a while, preferably somewhere with a beach, so after an entire month of begging, he’d finally relented. He was still bitter about it, though.

Enji had insisted that the two of you would stay somewhere secluded. This meant that you’d stay in a private, rental bungalow just off the main beach by the city, and it was far enough away from society that no one could get on the property to disturb you. You’d been pressed about it the whole flight over, saying how much you wanted to stay by the dolphin-infested waters, but your mind changed the moment you saw the property.

“Oh, Enji, it’s perfect!” The suitcases in your hands smacked your ankles as you ran down the beach, but you didn’t seem the least bit phased by it. Instead, you were gaping at the paradise around you: clear watered-waves hugging the sand, hammocks beneath the shade, an expensive yet scenic bungalow behind it all with coves just down the shoreline. He grumbled at your sudden change in moods, but felt something grow light in his chest at the sight of you so genuinely happy.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to buy some dolphins to make your trip magical?”

You pouted back at him before you smiled. He smirked. “For your information, this place would be perfect with dolphins, but it’s pretty good without them too, I guess.”

“This place better be “pretty good.” I paid a fortune for this.” You laughed and started racing towards the house.

“Come on, I wanna go swimming!”

He didn’t even have a chance to completely unpack his suitcase once inside the bungalow, as you immediately fished out the swim trunks from his stuff (another thing you had near-forced him to buy) and pushed him into the bathroom to change.

Enji hated swimming. He didn’t even like large bodies of water. And yet, here he was, changing into swim trunks, jet-lagged and spiteful, all because he couldn’t bring himself to tell you no. The things he did for you…

You knocked on the door when he dared to take longer than a minute to change. “Are you okay? Did you have a heart attack?”

He threw open the door and glared down at you. You grinned devilishly back, then grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the bungalow and down to the ocean.

For a while, he just stood in the water as it occasionally climbed to his knees, content to watch you splash around but mildly annoyed at your attempts to get him to join. When you begged him to throw you into the water like one would a child, he took his frustration and put it in each throw until you got bored of being hurled like a sack of potatoes.

You kept your bathing suit on even after you left the water (he wasn’t going to complain), opting to sift through the cupboards of the bungalow to find a deck of cards and drag him back out to the patio. Luckily it wasn’t too windy, so whatever game you wanted to play wouldn’t blow away, but he still furrowed his brow at you from across the table.

“You just got to Bermuda and the second thing you want to do is play cards?”

“It’s the simple things in life,” You grinned, dealing him half the stack. “You remember when we played Cheat that one time?”

“Yes. It’s a stupid game.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m a better liar than you,” You grinned, dealing the last of the stack. He swore you only played this game with him to watch him suffer. But he wasn’t going to say no; the soft side of him liked to see you happy and having fun, even if that came at the cost of his patience and brain cells.

You ended up winning (of course) and then twice after that before you finally grew bored of that, too. You swam some more, bothered him until he threw you for a few minutes, and then pestered him into grilling lunch.

He didn’t even realize how much time had passed; it still felt as early in the morning as when you’d arrived. He’d found soon after you’d gotten together that time always flew when he spent it with you, even if he wasn’t particularly enjoying whatever you coaxed him into doing. He didn’t enjoy very much of anything at all, but if there was one thing he could spend the rest of his life doing, it was being with you, no matter what you wanted to do. Even if that meant getting his ass kicked in a card game.

You were insufferable, and he was okay with that.

The day passed, being spent doing whatever crossed your mind, until you finally seemed to settle at nightfall. You lit a few too many of those bug-repelling candles (that smelled surprisingly good for a rental resort), and didn’t pester him into joining you in the ocean as you had before. You seemed content on your own for a while, even if his side felt a little too cold without you. Enji watched you from his beach chair and sipped on whatever fruity concoction you’d made for him. The tranquility of it all almost made him forget about his job.

The world always seemed so different at night, Enji thought. The streets would be alive but with a different kind of breath; the darkness would taint the city with a festering evil, hidden behind bright lights and tucked into the gloomiest alleyways. The night never offered him much sleep- or rather, he sacrificed it to afford easy rest to others. The dark was arduous and relentless to those who seeked to rid it of its infested corners.

But that night on the beach, the world almost seemed kind, somehow. It was a stupid thought but Enji knew it was true. The world couldn’t possibly be cruel with something as perfect as you in it, wading out of the darkened waters with the stars and the moon playing off of your damp skin like gemstones. The world was kind in how you came to lay by him in his beach chair after drying off, pressed against his side with an arm around his middle. Or maybe the world was evil, and foul, and heartlessly unforgiving, but made bearable only by your existence. That made a bit more sense, he thought to himself.

Your bathing suit was still damp, and pressed cold against him, but he didn’t mind as much as he thought he should. He couldn’t remember the last time you got a chance to hold him like this, or that you could relax with him like this all alone. There was no one who needed him, no one but you. No one would come to disturb you out here. He’d been doubtful of your intentions when you’d insisted you go on vacation, but he guessed he understood, now. It wasn’t just about you. It was about you both as a pair, as a whole.

“What are you thinking about?” You muttered up at him, eyes wide as you tucked yourself deeper still into his side. His arm came around to hold you impossibly closer.

He mumbled back a “nothing,” content to keep to himself to spare you both of sappiness.

“Well, you’ve gotta be thinking of something. Are you thinking of hotdogs?”

“Why the fuck would I be thinking of hotdogs?” He grinned down at you, and you smiled back.

“I mean, they’re good. And I’m a little hungry. And you’re really good at making hotdogs with your quirk-”

“Did you seriously snuggle up to me to beg for hotdogs?”

“Kinda. But we also don’t get many chances to spend time together like this.” You laid your head on his chest and looked out at the ocean ahead. “We’re always so busy. The public always needs you to protect them. It’s nice to have you to myself every once in a while.”

Enji didn’t think too much about keeping to himself anymore when he said, “I work myself so much, I forget about my duty to you. I’m just...I’m tired.”

“I know,” You whispered, closing your eyes. “You can rest, now.”

“We can’t sleep outside,” He mumbled back, “There’s a bed for a reason…”

“Beds are overrated. I like this one more.” He could feel you falling asleep on his chest, melting deeper into his side until your breathing evened and your body went slack.

He ran his thumb over your skin and closed his eyes. He’d just have to make you hotdogs tomorrow, then.

“oh, I want to take you down to Kokomo!

we’ll get there fast and then we’ll take it slow

that’s where we want to go-

way down to Kokomo...”

- “Kokomo,” by the Beach Boys

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cupcakeb · 3 years

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65 Lu/Polo! Would be fun! 💜

prompt: “So we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk dialed me to tell me you loved me?” It’s admittedly a little hard not to be smug about it. He’s a smug bastard. Mostly, honestly, he’s just really humbled and flattered by the revelation that someone like her might love someone like him. Fine — he’s a smug, insecure bastard, alright? You can be both. Lu loves him.

He thinks about it all day at work. She’s in New York for her graduation, so when she called him from the back of a cab on her way home at three in the morning her time, he was already on his second coffee, reading his emails at the Madrid office of his mom’s publishing company. Wouldn’t have been his first choice for places to find out his girlfriend is in love with him, but hey. She’s taking a redeye back to Madrid later today, so maybe he’ll just bother her with this when she’s inevitably both hungover and jet-lagged tomorrow afternoon. Between the two of them, he would’ve thought he’s the sappy one. He’s never even dared to dream up a scenario in which she might admit she has feelings for him first. And really, it’s not like they’ve been dating forever and he’s been purposefully waiting to say it — it’s been about three months, and they were kind of hooking up for a few weeks before that, more or less since she moved back to Madrid for her internship in January. It’s probably the best relationship he’s ever been in. He’s an adult with a job (thanks, mom) and a nice apartment (thanks, moms) and a demanding, attractive, borderline psychotic girlfriend. What more could he possibly want? When Carla told him Lu was moving back to Madrid a few months ago, he’d sort of just nodded and bullshitted her about how it’ll be nice to have another one of their friends back in town. Carla had just rolled her eyes in his face and let him know in no uncertain terms that she knew they hooked up that one time over Christmas and that he should definitely try and leverage that because, “Lu could use a sensible influence like you.”

Well, who is he to deny her the opportunity to benefit from his sensible nature?

The rest of his work day is a blur of meetings and daydreaming about how Lu definitely actually drunkenly told him she loves him last night. When he leaves the office around six, he gets a disgruntled text from her letting him know she’s both alive and awake, even if she can’t seem to spell any words right. The next time he hears from her is around eight, just a selfie of her and Nadia out for lunch, and even on the brink of death due to too much tequila last night, she still looks great.

Just before he goes to bed around midnight she texts him saying she’s headed to the airport, and he tells her to have a safe flight and turns his phone to silent. He’s pretty excited to see her tomorrow, even though she’s only been gone eight days. Eight days is a lot when you’ve only been dating for three months.

Her flight lands at ten, and he didn’t tell her he took the day off to pick her up because... because he thought it’d be cute to surprise her. He’s standing at arrivals with a huge cup of coffee and a bouquet of flowers (hydrangeas, because she’d probably leave him if he got her basic roses) for her, and when a tired Lu walks through the gates wearing an oversized Columbia hoodie and sweats, his heart starts beating a little faster.

She likes the flowers, but the coffee is the bigger hit.

They head back to his place, which she’s sort of half moved into because her short term lease was up recently, and he tells her to shower while he whips up some breakfast. Yeah, he’s pretty decent when it comes to cooking. That’s a good thing, too, because Lu is fucking useless.

She’s got her feet up in his lap and a half-eaten plate of pancakes propped up on her thigh when she finally lets out a satisfied sigh. “It’s so good to be home.” Maybe now is a good time to mention her late night call.

“I don’t know, what am I gonna do now that you won’t be drunkenly calling me first thing in the morning,” he asks, and she kicks him hard enough to hurt. Small but mighty; that’s Lu, too. “Fuck you,” she murmurs, then turns around to put her head in his lap instead. “Whatever, I’m never drinking again.” She literally says that about twice a month, so he pats her shoulder in the most patronizing way he can manage and grins down at her. She closes her eyes, and seems to be on the brink of dozing off so he figures it’s now or never. “So… are we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk dialed me to tell me you loved me?” Her eyes shoot open, and then she jolts upright, turning around to face him. “I did not.” She definitely remembers. He can tell by the way her forehead is creased, like she’s trying hard to look confused. For such an expert liar, she’s kind of easy to read most of the time. Maybe he just knows her too well. “Did too.” If he wasn’t sort of into bickering for sport, he might get tired of having these stupid arguments with her. Thankfully he doesn’t mind. “Fine,” she finally admits, rolling her eyes. “Maybe I did.” Always so petulant. He’s pretty sure that’s just her defense mechanism for when things get scary — talking about feelings is definitely scary. It’s probably unfair to tease her right now, but he can’t resist. “So do you?” Lu crosses her arms in front of her chest. “Do I what?”

She’s ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. He really shouldn’t be this in love with her. “Do you love me,” he singsongs, tries to make a joke out of it to lighten the mood. Apparently Lu is not interested in joking around today. She takes a deep breath to steady herself, then grabs his hand and just nods as she looks up at him shyly. God, she’s fucking perfect. What does he even say to that? There are no words to accurately convey what he feels right now. “Lu,” he says, and she looks up at him with fucking stars in her eyes, like she knows exactly what he’s saying even when he isn’t saying anything at all.

#lu x polo #prompts #mine #lucrecia montesinos #polo benavent

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avengers-nextgen · 6 years

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Prometheus I

Enzo was waiting excitedly in the hangar. They’d gotten word that Thalia was on her way home with some people she wanted him to meet. He didn’t know who exactly, but he was eager to find out.

“You have been in here for hours!” James called down at him from the overhead scaffolding. “How are you not bored?”

“I’m excited. What if they’re really cool?” Enzo smiled, rocking back and forth on his heels. James rolled his eyes and smiled-Enzo was a piece of work.

After nearly another hour the hangar doors creaked open sending sharp rays of sunlight leaking in. Enzo let out a cheer of excitement, jumping up and down before running to greet the jet. The ramp lowered slowly, and it had barely completed its decent before Enzo was sprinting inside of it.

James watched expectantly until Thalia emerged holding Enzo in a bear hug. Her laugh was loud and boisterous much to his amusement, and Enzo was already rattling off series’ of questions. “If it isn’t the warrior herself, Thalia Odin.”

“Hello James!” Tucking Enzo under one arm Thalia waved happily at the older boy. “You look wonderful!”

“You too,” James snorted. Thalia had slimmed slightly, and she looked like she was made purely of lithe muscle. He watched in amazement as a few others hesitantly exited the jet, but they looked out of sorts. An odd group of people that James wouldn’t have pegged as Asgardians.

“Tell me everything,” Enzo insisted, tugging on his cousin’s arm, “all the details.”

“So, this is your youngest cousin?” Enzo looked over at a tan skinned woman who watched him with an expression of amusement. “Nothing like his father that’s for sure.”

“I like to think I have his better qualities,” Enzo informed her with a sly smirk.

“I love him. He’s mine. Sif, can I keep him?” Valkyrie ruffled Enzo’s hair affectionately. “Sif?”

James glanced over his shoulder to see Thor standing frozen in place with his eyes wide, mouth open, and eyebrows arched in disbelief. “Uh...you good?”

“Oh, oh yeah.” Thalia mumbled, “maybe should have warned dad about us coming by.”

“Hey uncle! Look at this!” Enzo cluelessly gestured to everyone. “It’s so cool! There’s so many of us.”

“Yes...I-well, I can see that.” Thor forced a smile. James gave Thalia a questioning look, and she made it clear now was not the appropriate time to explain. “For now, maybe we should get everyone settled.”

“Good idea.” Enzo decided as he ran off to find rooms for the visitors.

— — —

Alex was stuck on the treadmill for her physical testing of the month. Wires hung all over like a web, suction cups kept them in place, a mask measured oxygen intake, it also measured carbon output, a heart monitor was strapped to her chest, and she was determined to beat her old records.

“Bump it,” Alex breathed. One of the on hand doctors pushed the speed button bringing it down to 4:30 mile pace. She matched the acceleration with a bit of effort, trying to keep her arm swing normal, and her knee drive high.

Everything was going great until the Med Bay doors slid open. In an instant Alex ripped off all monitoring devices, wires, and timers to greet her friends. Sprinting to the entrance Alex tackled Nathaniel and Piper in a hug.

“Nice to see you too,” Nathaniel laughed.

“I didn’t know you guys were coming back.” Alex smiled giddily like a little kid.

“Turns out we had the same flight home,” Piper laughed, “I feel a bit bad for the flight attendants.”

“How is everything? What’s been going on?” Nathaniel held up a polite hand before Alex could ask anymore questions.

“I will tell you everything once I unpack,” Nathaniel gave the sweaty girl a quick hug before racing off to his long missed room.

“Never have I seen him run so fast,” Piper teased, watching him go.

“Only for doughnuts and juice.” Alex remarked. Both girls laughed and Piper slung an arm around her friend. “So, did you sort things out?”

“About what?” Piper asked in confusion.

“You know, you and Gen.” Alex shrugged.

“Oh, yeah...that.” Piper sucked in a sharp breath. “Not exactly. I think we both kind of pretended it didn’t happen.”

“Piper Stark!” Alex smacked her friend’s arm causing the other girl to wince. “You did not.”

“Well I didn’t know what to say,” Piper admitted, her cheeks turning a faint pink, “I mean it’s not like I can just say ‘thanks, that was great. See you at school.’”

“Well of course you can’t say that.” Alex chuckled. “Oh Piper, how I’ve missed your unfortunate antics and life crises.”

“Don’t patronize me you little shit,” Piper snorted, only to be playfully shoved in return.

— — —

The place was abuzz with excitement. Penny and Enzo were doing their best to get stories out of everyone. They took an immediate liking to Valkyrie and her theatrics. Chloe was secretly trying to scribble all of it down into one of her notebooks.

Arthur was more intrigued by Piper’s travels. He liked learning about other cultures and he’d never been able to experience much of them on his own. Not to mention it seemed like Piper had some pretty crazy adventures to share.

“Yeah, so apparently I have a niece,” Nathaniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Awe, come here.” Nat tugged him into a hug and kissed the top of his head. “You’ve got family here too, don’t worry too much about it.”

“I know,” Nathaniel nodded and smiled. Steve gave him a few words of wisdom before James came to tackle his long time friend. “Hey, dude. What’s up?”

“Nothing much,” James grinned, “you look tired as hell.”

“Jet lag.” Nathaniel winced.

“I bet.” James nodded.

Fox watched from the shadows like usual. She didn’t know any of them really, hadn’t bothered to get to know them, and when she had interacted with the group it’d been as an enemy. Still, it was good to see such excitement. It livened up the sulking place a bit, but she was sad. She’d never had that sort of reunion with any of her friends and family.

“Hey, I got snacks. You want any?” Enzo asked, with a cheese stick stuffed in one cheek. He held up a platter of assorted packages.

“I’m good, thank you though.” Fox pressed her lips into a thin line.

“No problem.” Enzo smiled and bounded off.

— — —

Around lunchtime Bucky called in with good news. He and Bianca were heading back home. It was strange seeing Bianca so lively and involved with the festivities, but Bucky said their mission had been fruitful.

Bianca set out a series of folders on the coffee table. With careful hands she rearranged the contents, and with a satisfied nod she stepped back. “That’s my mother right there.”

Bianca pointed enthusiastically at a picture. The woman was charming with straight brown hair the color of damp soil, her smile reached her eyes, and she looked young and full of life.

“She’s so pretty,” Nathaniel smiled. “Hang on, look at me.”

Bianca did as she was told, and the older boy studied her face with an intense scrutiny. “What?”

“You have her nose.” Nathaniel decided.

“And those glorious eyebrows,” Penny added.

“You think so?”

“Totally,” James nodded, “what’s her name?”

“Olivia Jackson,” Bianca said the name with a tone of affection. “She’s incredible. She used to renovate homes in places like Mexico for poor families.”

“How does a generous person like her end up with such bad people?” Alex asked sadly.

“She has a friend, she’s no longer alive I’ve been told-I suspect foul play- but her friend was having trouble conceiving. My mother offered to help, but...it wasn’t what she thought. At least the surrogate aspect of it. M.A.D used her contacts as a ploy.” Bianca chewed anxiously on her bottom lip.

“I can’t believe it,” Piper’s eyes looked sadly at Bianca, “why do good people get screwed over?”

“I don’t know, but before she died she wrote this.” Bianca gingerly picked up a piece of paper. A careful cursive was scrawled across the lines. “I hope one day you learn the truth about all of this. About me, about yourself, and I hope you do not hate me. Whatever the circumstances, no matter how I felt at the time, you’re still mine. It’s hard not to get attached to something you’ve loved and waited to hold for months. While this isn’t what I planned, or had in mind, I am your mother. Please, don’t lose your humanity to these people. You’re far too precious. Love, Mom.”

“That’s amazing Bianca,” Alex whispered giving the girl’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, “she’d be more than proud of you.”

“I hope so,” Bianca smiled.

— — —

The group of kids spent the rest of the evening looking through the documents with Bianca. Occasionally, Bucky joined in and explained a riveting detail of their journey.

From the parents’ perspective it was nice to see them all invested in one another. So caring, kind, and loved. They really were a small family in and of itself.

A buzz from Tony’s phone caught his attention. “Well I’ll be damned, if this day isn’t any luckier already.”

“What is it?” Pepper frowned, peeking over his shoulder.

“Little Scouty is on his way home.” Tony laughed. “Look at Wanda. What a dork.”

“Let me see!” Steve begged. Sure enough Wanda had taken a picture of Scout and Vision passed out in the rental car. “Awe.”

“He’s going to be mad when he realizes he wrinkled his book pages,” Nat noted slyly.

“We cross that bridge when we get there!” Tony scoffed in fake irritation.

While the kids had their own reunion the parents did as well. Wanda-the baby of the group-was greeted excitedly by everyone. Scout, shuffled into the room looking half asleep still, but he was woken up soon after by bone crushing hugs. “Hey guys.”

“The news has been showing clips,” Alex rambled, “sounds like you guys were doing some awesome work.”

“Awesome, maybe.” Scout shrugged, “it’s a bit gruesome if I’m honest. Definitely a reality shock.”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t think of anyone better for the job. I can’t imagine how many people must be thankful for you guys stepping in to help.” James clapped his friend on the shoulder. “It makes me proud.”

“Someone is awfully sappy today,” Piper joked, “good to see you Maximoff.”

“Likewise, Stark.” Scout nodded, “who else has come home?”

James patiently explained everything he’d learned in an attempt to get Scout up to speed. The boy took everything in with ease and shifted through it with little effort at all. “Did you get all that?”

“Yes, of course,” Scout smirked, “did you forget about my wit James?”

“Not a chance!”

— — —

Grand entrances were part of the Quill family tradition. Hence the loud music blasting from a ship descending into the hangar with Orion jamming out on the open ramp. “Thunder! Oh wha oh wha oh oh. Thunder!”

“AC/DC!” Piper cheered.

“Not surprised at all.” James laughed, too relaxed to avoid joining in on Piper’s spontaneous dance party. Soon the entire hangar room was full of dancing teenagers, and even Chloe was dancing though Arthur held her hands and made her participate.

“Fireworks!” Orion yelled pressing a button on some sort of hand held remote. Sparklers exploded from the sides of the ship, and he leapt down onto the hangar ground with his arms open as if to say ‘I have arrived’. “Confetti!”

“Oh my god!” Penny laughed hysterically. “I love this man!”

“Ladies and gentlemen I have returned,” Orion took a cocky little bow, flourishing his arms, “the fun can officially begin.”

It only took a sly little wink from Orion to have Scout tackle him in a hug. “It’s good to see you!”

“Like wise!” Orion shouted over the music. “I see the squad is back together?”

“More or less,” Scout nodded. A lull in conversation followed with both boys trying not to stare at one another. “This is really awkward.”

“You think?” Orion laughed.

“Well yeah. That’s why I said it!”

“You dork,” Orion rolled his eyes before grabbing the sides of Scout’s face, “you need to learn to stop thinking.”

“That’s literally imposi-“Orion pressed his lips against Scout’s forcing him to shut up. “-ble. Did you just kiss me?”

“Yeah!” Orion nodded.

Disgusting...do it again.” Scout decided.

“OH MY GOD! YES!” Enzo ran excitedly in place. He dissolved into a yelling mess and told anyone he could that they were kissing. Of course, everyone had already noticed by now. (End of Part I Part one 😂)

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