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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years

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the batfam + food

because i don’t have the time or the energy to actually write, but i do have the inspiration, so here we go

damian: can cook pretty well but only if it’s in a recipe. if you set him loose in a kitchen he’ll be lost, but give him instructions and he’ll make a meal that’s pretty decent. he’s got some old recipes that martha wrote that he likes making with alfred there to guide him. he also has a couple of recipes that talia gave him, ones that the cook in the loa base where he grew up made. “of course i can make cahā tf you talking about” and then is horrified to discover he actually can’t because the cook always made it and he never bothered to learn but now he can’t drink cahā the way he likes and it’s a tragedy.

tim: “come on guys please frozen hot pockets with marshmallow fluff, gummy bears, and hot sauce on top is good just try it!” he puts skittles in pancake batter and he puts cool whip in canned chicken noodle soup and he eats pineapple pizza only when there’s tartar sauce on it. the rest of the family are completely sure his sense of taste is destroyed beyond saving. the funny thing is, he grew up eating nice and proper foods his nanny would make him when his parents were away, and those simple meals were what he learned to cook too. he also ate those bland, tasteless little meals at whatever function or party he was dragged to. he used to be very upper class white american. but now, his palette is possibly the most disgusting thing to ever exist and that is entirely because of one Bart Allen.

cass: slices open a guava, sprinkles some salt and paprika on top, then monchity cronches. she likes fresh fruits and veggies, partly because there’s no preparation required, partly because fresh and organic foods weren’t a luxury she was afforded and she loves it now. she prefers snacking in little periods all throughout the day rather than having three big meals. and by “snacking” i mean celery with ranch, or popping grapes in her mouth, or sometimes even goat cheese. so it’s either farm fresh produce or the greasiest, most disgusting fast food meal to ever exist, there’s no in between.

jason: brings tears of joy and pride to alfred’s eyes. he just knows his way around a kitchen. his spinach-ricotta-chicken lasagna is a thing of beauty. his muffins will make bruce behave like an actual dad for an afternoon. he knows how to make do with the ingredients he has, and create something incredible out of them. cooking with alfred had been the thing that really convinced him he was a part of the family back when he was robin, and it’s the thing that brings him back when he’s red hood. its,,,,,relaxing in a sense. he’s not real good at art like damian or photography like tim. he’s honestly a little uncomfortable in his body and not at all graceful like cass, doesn’t know how to even begin turning movement and dance into a work of art like dick. but it feels nice to create something rather than destroy. so, cooking it is.

dick: health nut. no. shut up. he’s an aerialist and an acrobat, he knows damn well how important it is to monitor what goes in your body. also, he grew up in a traveling circus. get your lucky charms and cereal addiction out of here. no way in hell. dick thinks homemade poke bowls with chicken and brown rice are a good lunch. (actually that really does sound like a good lunch and i’m hungry rn). avocados all. the. time. because he tried them that one time the circ toured ecuador and never grew out of them. he made sure to learn simple but good recipes, and uses them often, like marinating some shrimp in mediterranean spices for half an hour and frying them on a cast-iron skillet, and eating them with rice. or smoothies with whatever fruit’s in season, greek yogurt, and oats. i am literally describing my diet oh my god.

bruce: a disgrace. a Fool. you can drop him in the middle of nowhere and he’ll be able to survive by eating the bare essentials, but dear god if he didn’t have alfred it would’ve been takeout every day and every night for the rest of his life. he can’t even follow instructions on a ramen noodle cup. he can’t cook because he never had to, he never had to learn, and he doesn’t really plan on learning anytime in the near future.

alfred: he is god. he is the god of the kitchen. he knows so many recipes, and if he doesn’t, it takes him one try to learn. he is the deity except when it comes to pies. i mean, his pies would win baking contests under normal conditions. but pies are the one thing that martha kent can make better than him, and it infuriates alfred to no end.

this actually got long so i’m tagging the babes: @woahjaybird @birdy-bat-writes @anothertimdrakestan @subtleappreciation @screennamealreadyused @pricetagofficial @catxsnow @dangerduckjpeg @bikoncon @maplumebleue-blog-blog

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nagitoandkokichioneshots · 3 years

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may i request nagito asking out his best friend while theyre students in hope's peak?

Mod Mikan’s note: Here you go, darling! I did this in the form of a headcanon since it was easier for me to format the sequence of events, so I apologize if you wanted a drabble. I hope this suffices!

-Before you and Nagito were a couple, you were best friends!

-Nagito never really had any close friends before, aside from Hajime, and sometimes Chiaki. After all, his luck was unpredictable, he could’ve ended up hurting his loved ones

-But that didn’t stop you from sitting next to the adorable, marshmallow haired boy on that faithful day

-You were walking along the halls of the prestigious institution, admiring the intricate designed moldings and sunlight that passed through the glass windows. Looking around for room 312, you still couldn’t shake yourself off from this dram

-You, (Y/N) (L/N), was now known as the ultimate (Y/T). You were guaranteed success in the future. You were in Hope Peak’s academy--could this get any better?

-With a gasp of relief, you managed to find your first period classroom, a few students sitting in their seats. With your hands slightly shaking, you powered through your anxiety, walking inside the classroom. Before you could pull out a chair from the first empty desk you could find, you were stopped by another hand

-”Excuse me?! What the hell do you think you’re doing near MY desk, you fucking piece of pig barf?!”

-You looked up, seeing a petite girl that looked like she was visiting from the elementary program. However, her nasty attitude was the aspect of her that caught your eye. Though...not in a good way

-”Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. I’m new here. Is this your desk?” I asked her, trying to fan out the flames that she lit from her stubborn, hot-headed persona. The blond scoffed and yanked the chair away from me

-”You’re new? CLEARLY! Yes, this is my goddamn desk! Anyone with a brain can realize that. I don’t care who you are, but since you pissed me off, you can go sit with the hope obsessed whatever over there!” With a flick of a pointed finger, she presented a cute boy with cloud like hair, reading a book at his desk. I cocked my brow, turning my attention from the male back to the childlike girl

-”Eh? And who made you the keeper of the seats?” I shot back at her, every word of the second statement laced with some sass. With your hands placed on your hips, the blond just crossed her arms, staring at you challengingly

-”Ugh, I feel even less talented just looking at you! If you wanna save yourself from total embarrassment AND from being treated even worse than Tsumiki, then get out of my sight!”

-Wow........

-Followed by an eye roll, you whizzed passed the bratty girl. You only sat next to the boy she previously pointed you because it was the only open seat that was the farthest away from her. Well, you probably know who you aren’t going to call for missed notes

-With the thud of your bag hitting the wood floor underneath your new desk, you sat down near the cute boy. He closed his book, turning to you. Before you could say hello, he beat you to the punch. However, his first words towards you shocked you even more than the spoiled girl you first met

-”Oh, you must be the new student I heard about. (Y/N) (L/N), the ultimate (Y/T), right? Well, my name is Nagito Komeada, the ultimate lucky student. I know my talent isn’t really that great compared to yours. And my trashy presence is probably boring you right now. Don’t worry. I’ll go so you don’t have to feel embarrassed being near me,”

-.......................Was everyone at Hope Peak’s academy this weird?

-As the white haired male gathered his things, you frowned, thinking that you were destined to be an outcast here. You already made an enemy without even saying much, and now you just pushed away a potential friend

-As you let out a depressed sigh, the pale boy couldn’t help but frown to. He stopped picking up his things, placing them back on his desk. He sat down again, apologizing for making you feel bad

-”Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. Did you...actually want to get to know me?” He asked you, making you nod. This made his foregoing cheerful smile form again on his face, as he turned his whole body towards you

-”I’m so flattered someone with such a hopeful talent wants to talk with a worthless human being like me! You said it was your first day at this school, right? Maybe I can show you around during lunch if you want,” He offered. At first, his harsh view of himself baffled you a bit. Not really the most appropriate way of introducing yourself to someone. Nevertheless, you shrugged this fact off and accepted his offer to show you around school

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-From that day forward, Nagito Komeada became your best friend

-Before you two started dating, you use to do everything together. The only things that changed after you guys were a couple was a few pet names here and there and kissing/hand-holding

-Nagito tried to keep his distance as much as he could after showing you around. After all, everything went smoothly after he showed you around school. It was screaming for bad luck to occur not only to him, but to you to!

-How dare trash like him tarnish an innocent, loving ultimate like yourself with his despair inducing luck cycle? It was foolish of him to think that he could ever have the honor of calling an ultimate like yourself a close friend. He would only cause you trouble--be a burden

-Yeah, like that was going to stop you

-You basically sat near Nagito during class time, lunch, after school activities, and even walked home together. While Nagito tried to end your conversations as soon as possible, you were skeptical. Didn’t he like you? Or...was it just pity that he just chose to stay in his seat near you on your first day?

-His distance between you was quickly closed when he explained his luck cycle to you during cleaning time. He ended his reasoning with a sigh, preparing for you to leave and never talk to him again. He even had a few suggestions on moving desks in class

-But what you said startled the pale boy

-”I’d like you see your bad luck try to tear us apart. I don’t know what it’ll bring for us in the future, but I do know one thing: I’ll never leave your side, Nagito. I enjoy being around you and nothing can change that”

-From that day, Nagito’s attitude did a whole one eighty and you two became inseperable

-Was it really possible for someone as disgusting as him to be friends with an ultimate? Going over to each other’s places to do homework, watching bad movies and eating slightly burnt baked cookies, laughing at terrible jokes inside jokes no one else would understand.....

-No......Nagito knew he didn’t even deserve to think about you in such a way. But the infamous lucky student could help but grow...an even more intimate bond with you. He already braced himself for a rejection, mentally preparing himself for the utmost despair that would flood his heart. Could he even work up the courage to tell you these strong feelings? Was he being selfish? He already felt greedy enough for keeping you away from hanging out with the other ultimates--that’s where you belonged. Not with mere trash like him.

-He pushed his luck keeping you as his best friend. To have you as his lover? His true source of hope in his life? C’mon Komeada....be realistic here. You were meant to be alone and die alone! Your luck cycle will always be a constant reminder of that!

-Perhaps....it wouldn’t hurt to try it? After all, where there is despair, there will be hope that will rise from it! The day when you and Nagito were suppose to try a new outdoor cafe but it rained? You offered to make your own coffee and pastries at your house! The day when you and Nagito took a walk in the park and you broke your leg because you didn’t see that sidewalk crack? Nagito was by your side through the whole doctor’s trip and he managed to cheer you up by buying you a lot of snacks from the vending machine

-Like.....when he placed only not even 200 yen into the vending machine, it glitched and gave him five baggies of chips instead of one

-Maybe his good luck would be on his side and you would accept his feelings! Then he could turn his fantasies into the reality. All you needed to do was say yes and he’d give you the world! You’d be his precious angel of hope, his darling love, his ultimate luck charm

-.......But that would just be too convenient. It would be too good to be true. Bad luck.....good luck.....which would one overpower the other and make it all worth it

-Obviously good luck! Hope conquers all after all! You weren’t a mere stepping stone like Nagito was. You were an ultimate after all! A pure symbol of hope! To him, you were a shining ray of hope, the angel that provided him light into his dark life. He wanted needed you more so than ever. It was now or never, Nagito. I can’t keep relying on my luck. Especially for something as important as this. This will all be determined by (Y/N)’s feelings. After all, they’re not that kind of person to never talk to their friend again after a love confession.....right?

-”Eh? Komeada-kun, are you okay?”

-Nagito was snapped out of his thoughts, as he turned to his best friend. The ultimate let out a sigh, gripping the backpack strap that was slinged across their shoulders even tighter. The ultimate (Y/T) knew that her best friend was known for being a bit...absorbed in his thoughts

-”Honestly Nagito, did you even listen to what I was saying?” The question slipped from a pair of soft lips, a hint of annoyance laced each word. The duo kept walking away from the school, back to Nagito’s home. Hangouts were usually at his house for obvious reasons. His parents were dead and he was basically all alone. It must get pretty boring with just himself in such a big house. He also had more money than an average person spends in their lifetime, so that was also a bonus

-Nagito almost found himself lost in thought yet again, smiling to himself. He would’ve been in tears if you agreed to move in with him after just a few months of dating. He knew that you two were still in high school, but just imagine how perfect it would be. He wouldn’t have to worry about being lonely, he wouldn’t have to worry about if you were safe and happy, he wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. Just you and him--just the way he liked it

-The (H/C) student noticed Nagito’s small smiile, and cocked their brow. They snapped a pair of (S/C) fingers in his face, literally snapping him out of his personal trance for a second time

-”Nagito, what is up? You’ve been spacing off and mumbling to yourself for the past few weeks. Is...everything okay?” His best friend asked him, as Nagito pulled out his house key, sliding the metal into the lock. The turning of gears signaled that the large estate was unlocked, and with a gentle push of the double doors, both teenagers entered

-”Oh, I appreciate the concern, (Y/N), but it’s nothing to fuss over. I’ve....actually been deep in thought about...a certain someone lately,” The white haired male admitted, shutting the door behind him. (Y/N)’s furrowed brows became raised him shock and somewhat cheekiness. They never took Nagito for the type of fall in love. Not that he was cold or unemotional, but he never interacted with anyone besides them, Hajime, or somewhat, Chiaki. And he never showed any romantic interest in either of them. Who could he possible have on his mind?

-”Oh? Is that so?” The Ultimate (Y/T) curved a smirk upon their lips, as they walked closer to the skinny boy. With the thud of a second backpack joining Nagito’s onto the floor, (Y/N) took a seat on the leather couch, the playful smirk never leaving their adorable face “And, may I ask, who is this lucky someone that is on your mind?”

-”Well.....they....um....they’re really beautiful, dedicated and skilled at their talent, and even manages to outshine all the other ultimates. They’re truly optimistic, joyful, and a wonder to be around. I think I may love them more than hope itself,” He blushed, the small smile creeping back onto his face. (Y/N) chuckled lightly, crossing their legs along with their arms

-”Wow, they must really be something if you love them that much. Can I get a name along with that lovey-dovey description though?” (Y/N) tried to pry Nagito even deeper, impatient to know who stole their best friend’s heart. Who knows? Maybe they can even play matchmaker for the lovebirds!

-Nagito took this small window of time to form a small plan. It seemed simple enough and maybe some bad luck would be prevented if he took a more...passive approach into expressing his feelings. His small smile was replaced with his usual cheerful, bright one, as he dug through his just discarded backpack on the floor

-”Actually....I think it would be better if I wrote it down...” Nagito stated, producing a marble notebook and pencil in his hands. (Y/N) was about to say something, but Nagito seemed eager to write down the note to his friend. He sat down on the opposite end of the couch, scribbling on a random, clean page in the notebook. The ripping of the paper and folding of it signaled that he was done, as he handed the message to his best friend

-”Looks like you’re taking all the precautions you can, Nagito. But I promise you that it’s just us here,” (Y/N) chuckled and winked at him before taking the slip of paper from him. Nagito grinned joyously, both figuratively and physically on the edge of his seat. As the (H/C) haired student folded out the creases from the once pleated paper, the words bewildered them for a second

-Will you be my one and only hope, (Y/N)?

-With a turn of their head from the paper to Nagito’s blushing face, he grinned bashfully at them, hoping he didn’t ruin things between them. He was about to say something along the lines of “I know trash like me doesn’t deserve you...” but his open mouth was covered with an index finger being placed perpendicular towards it

-”Nagito, if you even think about calling yourself trash, I will hide all your bagels! And to answer your questions....I would love to be your hope,” The smirk that was on their face was softened into a compassionate smile. Nagito felt the weight being lifted from his chest as was about to hug (Y/N) out of relief and happiness, but thought for a split second that he was going to push it, tainting their beautiful skin with his garbage touch

-Well, not like he had much of a choice, as you pulled him into a hug, staying like that for a long time

-It was that day where Nagito felt his dark world being filled with the light of hope that was you. Slowly and slowly you helped him crawl out of his despairing world and showed him the hope that you had to offer. You gave him your love and so much more--something he was yearning for for his whole entire life. He had his own hope

-Nagito never wants to stop being with you. For the first time in in his life....

-He knows what love is

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phoenix-downer · 3 years

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Autumn Mending Chapter 3: Firelight Confessions

~1650 words. Romance, Angst, Pining, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Comfort, Healing, Making Up. For SoKai Day 2021.

Sequel to Kisses and Lies because I couldn’t just leave Sora and Kairi hanging, now could I?

Happy SoKai Day!

Summary: Sora and Kairi are still broken up, but with the help of old friends and Twilight Town’s fall festival, the spark between them just might be rekindled.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Sora felt lightheaded from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside his heart. So much had happened today. Kairi had shown up here on Twilight Town and had apologized for breaking up with him. Was it possible she still loved him? That she still cared?

The way he kept catching her looking at him sure made it seem like she did. And now this hayride. He didn’t want it to be over. He wanted her to be snuggled up next to him, holding his hand, for the rest of his life.

But while his heart and body cried out for joy and begged him to be closer to the one he loved, his brain was yelling at him to put on the brakes, to slow down, to be cautious. What about that guy he’d seen her with? What about the past year and a half of anguish and torment? Could all of that really be forgotten in a single day?

He wanted to forget. He wanted to put it all behind them. He wanted to forgive and move on and mend things with her. Even if it meant risking getting hurt again. The chance of being with her for good was worth it.

So all that kept his mind occupied to the point he was barely listening to the ghost stories. Before he knew it, the hayride was over and it was time to pile out of the wagon. A pang went through him when Kairi had to let go of his hand, and he wondered if she was as starved for his touch as he was for hers.

Hopefully they’d get to talk about it soon. Hayner, Pence, and Olette had rented one of the campfires nearby for the evening, and that was enough to temporarily distract him. Their little group spent the next couple of hours hanging out, cooking hot dogs and roasting apples and making s’mores. Sora loved sitting by the crackling campfire and spending time with his friends, but as the minutes ticked by, his eyes kept wandering to Kairi. She was seated across from him, and she looked really beautiful in the flickering firelight. Their eyes met, and she smiled and looked at him the way she always used to look at him.

“Oh gosh, I almost forgot!” Olette said, clasping her hands together. “Our pumpkins! We should grab them so we can light the tea candles in them.” She stood and stretched. “Hayner, Pence, come with me so we can grab everyone’s pumpkins and bring them back.”

Hayner and Pence finally got the hint and followed after Olette, leaving Sora and Kairi alone. He stood under the pretense of roasting another marshmallow, but really, he just wanted an excuse to sit next to her. He loved being close to her, and her natural scent mingled with the campfire’s smell in a way that reminded him of all the times they’d gone camping as kids back home.

“The embers are best here,” he said to explain his sudden change in position, and she smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Oh are they now.”

“Yeah.” A few seconds passed, and he added, “Listen, Kairi, about earlier—”

“I’m still in love with you,” she blurted out, and he dropped the marshmallow and stake into the fire. Didn’t even care about them anymore. Something far more important was at stake here.

“But—I saw you, with that guy—It’s why I left again—”

Kairi shook her head, and her eyes watered. “After our mission, I was hoping you and I could work things out, but I felt like you were avoiding me. I figured you didn’t love me anymore, and I couldn’t blame you. So when that guy asked me out, I thought, why not give it a shot. Why not try to move on and give you your space. But then he tried to kiss me, and I just… I couldn’t.” Her voice broke and she was crying in earnest now. “All I could think about was you,” she sobbed. “How badly you’d be hurt if you knew. How wonderful it feels when you kiss me. And I knew I was still in love with you. I knew my heart would always be yours. I knew it was pointless to try to move on.”

Sora stared at her, his heart pounding in his chest. Kairi still loved him? Kairi still wanted to be with him? That guy he saw her with was nothing more than a quick fling that made her realize the one she truly wanted to be with was him?

She wiped her teary eyes. “Say something, please.”

He gently caught her hand and tugged it away from her face. She searched his eyes, and he smiled and cupped her cheek.

“I love you too, Kairi,” he said, softly, tenderly, then brought his lips to hers. He kissed her with all the pain and homesickness he’d felt the past year and a half, all the pining and aching and longing, hoping she’d realize just how much he wanted this, how much he wanted her. And she kissed him back, so unguarded and wild and joyful that his pain started to fade away. What had happened couldn’t be undone, but it could be mended and healed, could be turned into something beautiful and good, could become another part of their love story.

When it was over, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. She leaned against his heart and gently touched where his scar was hidden under several layers of clothes. She knew it so well that she didn’t even have to look to know where it was. And he didn’t have to look to know where Xehanort had struck her down either; his hands had held the very spot countless times before and remembered exactly how to comfort her.

“I love you,” he said, his voice full of emotion.

“I love you too.”

He kissed her head and stroked her hair. “I’m gonna make you a new promise,” he said. “You mean everything to me, and I want to settle down with you, get married, start a family. The past several years, I’ve been saving up munny so we can do just that. Maybe we should go to college first though, that would probably be good. We’ve gotta provide for our family and for each other somehow. And I know it’ll be an adjustment for me. I’m not naive enough to think it won’t be. But you’re more than worth it.”

She sniffled and clutched his hoodie. “I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“It’s okay. You had a lot of reasons to be concerned. I’ve left you behind too many times before.”

“But you always come back to me,” she said as she looked up and searched his eyes.

“That’s right. I made you a promise, to always return.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out her lucky charm.

She teared up again and curled his fingers around it. “Keep it till we get home. For good, I mean. Then, and only then, will I take it back.”

“Deal.”

He tucked it back into his pocket and held her and kissed her and comforted her. He shared his hoodie with her too because even with the campfire nearby, she was getting a little cold. Plus it was just nice to be this close to her. He’d missed her, so much. And something about the fire was cozy and calming and enchanting. He could hold her like this and stare into it forever.

Well, until Hayner, Pence, and Olette returned with the pumpkins. They had big smiles on their faces, and Olette told them to close their eyes. Sora heard the lighter flicking a couple of times as their friends lit the pumpkins, and then when he and Kairi opened their eyes, he could see why Olette had wanted this to be a big surprise.

Kairi had carved the same drawing of him that she’d drawn in the Secret Place when they were kids, complete with the paopu fruit she’d added to it years later. It matched perfectly with his pumpkin because he’d carved the drawing he’d made of her with the paopu fruit too. A big smile lit up her face as she saw the two pumpkins side-by-side, and he grinned and kissed her cheek, only for her to kiss him properly on the lips. There was much whooping and hollering from Hayner, Pence, and Olette, much to he and Kairi’s amusement.

“Operation-get-the-lovebirds-back-together is a success!” Hayner crowed, high-fiving Pence.

Sora raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you guys planned this?”

“Maybe,” Olette said with a teasing lilt to her voice, and Hayner and Pence both had triumphant smirks on their faces.

“I can believe you did,” Sora said to Olette, “but these two interrupted Kairi and I so much tonight I was convinced they were trying to keep us apart,” he finished, jabbing his finger at Hayner and Pence.

“Reverse psychology, it works wonders,” Pence said. “We figured it would get you more desperate to talk to each other.”

“I guess it worked then,” Sora said wryly. “Because as great as that hayride was, it was not worth all the interruptions.”

Hayner, Pence, and Olette laughed, and Kairi giggled and nuzzled his cheek. Sora soon joined in with the merriment. He couldn’t hold the scheming against his friends, especially because it had worked. He and Kairi were together again, and while it would take time to mend all the hurt between them and forge a path forward, he knew they would. Tonight was a good start, and he was determined to make this work and so was she.

When their eyes met, he knew something else, too. He loved her and she loved him, and that was more than enough for them to make their own storybook ending and happily-ever-after.

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A/N: Last year I wrote nine kiss prompts for SoKai based on this list, and I wanted to write one more to hit ten, so, this story fits...

11. ...in joy,

30. ...as comfort, and

50. ...out of love.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

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yakultberry · 3 years

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kfc (kisses for christmas) ; c.sc

✪ summary: You’re unexpectedly single on Christmas Day, but you don’t want to spend it alone. At least you can count on the cute delivery boy to bring you fried chicken. ✪ pairing: chicken delivery boy!seungcheol x reader ✪ genre: fluffy fluff ✪ word count: 2.1k words ✪ tags: @yutacrush thank you for beta reading for me i would like to marry you

✪ a/n: helllo binu here!! i am very excited to be posting my first fic on yakultberry c: this fic is actually part of @merakiiverse‘s job au collaboration (will link after posting). i really have a lot of respect for everyone who writes straight up fluff, because ooooof did i struggle way more than i expected while writing this lmao hopefully it turned out okay and y’all can enjoy! <33

[chicky delivery boy]: your order is 5 minutes away!

At the arrival of the text, you scrambled out of your position on the couch and quickly began to clear away the dirty dishes on your coffee table and the used tissues that had accumulated over the course of the day. You weren’t quite sure what ghost of Christmas past possessed you to continue your annual tradition of binging cheesy holiday movies all day, but you supposed it was because you were at a loss for what to do at all. You had spent the last two Christmases with that asshole. It wasn’t like you could call up your friends to hang out with you today; no, they were lucky enough to have nice boyfriends who didn’t break up with them two months before the holidays. And you definitely weren’t going to go out on the town by yourself, only to be forced to watch all the happy couples cuddle close to each other in the cold.

So here you were, alone in your apartment, waiting on your fried chicken to be delivered.

It seemed to be the one constant in your life amongst the aftermath of your chaotic break up. Whenever you made an order, it would arrive at your doorstep within thirty minutes, always warm and always comforting. Although you wouldn’t quite say that Joy’s Chicken was the best chicken restaurant in the area (the family-owned joint two blocks over was definitely much tastier), it still managed to become your go-to after the delivery person from the family restaurant got lost on their way to your apartment for the third time. That, and once your order had arrived on your doorstep, brought to you by a dimpled, dark-haired delivery boy, you quickly decided that the restaurant had its own charms.

“Coming!” you called out to the gentle knock at the front door, skipping across your living room to reach it. After checking your reflection in the mirror hanging in the hallway, you swung the door open, smiling brightly. “Finally, I’m starving-- what happened to you?”

“Hello to you too, sweetheart,” the boy said with a chuckle, voice muffled by the scarf wrapped tightly around his face. You reached over to pull down the scarf to reveal that he was smiling back at you, though you did note that his lips were pale and his teeth were chattering. The thick, puffy coat he wore could only do so much when he was covered with a snow from head to toe. You watched as some of it crumbled off of his shoulders when he shuffled to take your food out of an insulator. Today, the box had a cute little bow stuck to the top of it. “Merry Christmas! This is for you.”

You took the bag from his hands, but, as usual, you didn’t close the door right away. “Seungcheol, you look like a marshmallow.”

“Wow, I take it you didn’t get a present for me?” He leaned against your doorframe, a pout now on his lips. “I wish I was a marshmallow. Then I could jump into some hot chocolate and finally feel warm. It’s been snowing non-stop out there since 7PM.”

At this, you felt a small twinge of guilt for being one of his orders tonight, especially knowing that Seungcheol would often make your deliveries by foot since you didn’t live too far from Joy’s. “Does your shift end soon at least?”

“Yeah, we’re closing a little earlier today since the boss has Christmas plans! You’re actually my last delivery for tonight.”

“Oh well, if that’s the case,” you said tentatively, stepping to the side. “Would you like to come in for some hot chocolate before you have to head back into the storm? It’s the least I could do since I did forget to get you a present.”

The boy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but his grin remained, albeit a bit amused. Now some would say that inviting some random guy into your apartment just because you didn’t want to be alone on Christmas was probably not the best idea, but Seungcheol was definitely not just some random guy. Every Friday for the past eight or so weeks, Seungcheol had arrived at your doorstep with a box of chicken with your name on it. He probably came by more frequently than your regular friends now that you really thought about it. After the first couple of times he delivered, he decided to introduce himself to you since he thought it was unfair that he already knew your name and you only saw him as the guy that brings your chicken (which wasn’t entirely true-- you saw him as the cute guy that brings you your chicken).

“Unless you have your own Christmas plans to get to, of course,” you quickly added. Admittedly, your conversations with Seungcheol only ever extended to silly banter, so there was no telling what his life was like beyond the threshold of your doorstep. For all you knew, he could very well have a get together planned with his friends or a dinner with his family. Or a date with a girlfriend.

“I mean, I was planning on watching Die Hard by myself again, but I think I can be a little late for that,” Seungcheol mused playfully. You couldn’t keep the wide smile from spreading across your lips as you moved back to allow him to step into your apartment for the first time. He took off his shoes and shrugged off his thick coat before following you to your small kitchen.

“Don’t worry, I won’t keep you too long,” you said, and reached over him to grab two mugs from a cabinet.

“I mean, you can keep me for as long as you like,” he shrugged, but you were quick to catch the mischievous twinkle in his eye. You suddenly realized that this was the closest you’ve ever stood together and turned away to begin preparing the hot chocolate in the hopes of hiding how flustered you felt.

“Anyway uh--” you cleared your throat, but it was proving difficult to think up a conversation starter when you could feel Seungcheol so close. You chanced a glance over at him, noting how he was still rubbing his hands together and shuffling in his spot to warm himself up. “Oh no, you must be freezing.”

He shook his head, but you could see how the snow that had clung to his clothes was slowly melting and soaking into the fabric of his hoodie. “I’m fine. Though I’m definitely not as warm as you.” You followed his gaze down to the festive pajama set you had been wearing all day, which was patterned with reindeers and sleighs, and you reached over to shove at his chest lightly.

“I was doing laundry and this is all I had!” Your voice can barely be heard over the boy’s gleeful snickering. It was now your turn to pout at him. “You know what, it’s actually really bad to stand around in cold, wet clothes. You might get sick. And lucky for you, since I am such a caring person, I have precisely the outfit that will save you from such a fate.”

“Oh no, that’s fine--”

Before he could finish, you had already whisked away to your room and returned with a folded set of pajamas that clearly matched your own. You gave him a cute little smile as you handed it to him. “No, I insist! I’ll even put your wet clothes in the dryer so that you can properly get nice and warm.” At this point, Seungcheol narrowed his eyes at you. “What?”

“You just happened to have couple pajamas at the ready?” Seungcheol hummed. “Seems like you were planning this for a while now, sweetheart.”

“What, no! I got them on sale last year!”

“Mm, a likely story,” he said, ducking away just in time to avoid your poke attack. Despite his teasing, he still asked you where the bathroom is, and you nearly let out a long sigh when he’s out of sight. Your heart felt like it was about to burst from your chest, but you weren’t quite sure why. Were you nervous? Scared? If you were honest, everything about Seungcheol put you at ease; plus, nothing about your interactions with him changed other than proximity. So why did you feel so sheepish when he teased and joked around like he always did?

While he was changing, you finished preparing the hot chocolate, topping them off with some whipped cream, and brought your mugs and your box of chicken into the living room. A small window in your apartment showcased the sky outside, which was dark and dotted with heavy sheets of snow, contrasting with your living room’s warm glow from the light of your small Christmas tree. It made you feel perfectly cozy, especially with the hot cup of cocoa in your palms.

“Ta-dah! How do I look?” Seungcheol announced, walking out to you. The sight of him grinning at you goofily and clad proudly in the matching pajamas only made the fuzzy more prominent until it made your smile just as wide as his. There it was again-- that perplexing heart beat of yours. It accelerated as he came to take a seat beside you on the couch.

“A lot warmer!” You handed him his hot chocolate. “Here is the promised beverage. Merry Christmas, Seungcheol.”

“I was hoping to hear something more along the lines of ‘blindingly handsome’,” he sighed out dramatically, taking a sip of his drink. Immediately, his eyes lit up. “But I’ll let it slide this time, because this is delicious.”

A small giggle slipped past your lips as you watched him drink his hot chocolate with gusto, and when he reemerged from behind his mug, you couldn’t hold back a loud snort seeing how his top lip was decorated with a proper mustache of white cream. You nearly fell over from laughing so hard at his confused expression

“What? What is it?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. Between your bursts of laughter, you managed to point at his lips. He reached up and playfully clenched his jaw when he felt the cream covering his mouth. “Oh, you it’s that funny, huh?” He swiped up some of the remaining whipped cream in his mug onto his finger and reached over to place it on your nose.

“Hey!” You scrunch your nose. For a moment, the two of you simply looked at each other before bursting into another fit of giggles. “You’re Santa Claus and I’m Rudolph.”

Still chuckling, Seungcheol grabbed a tissue from your coffee table and wiped at his lips, then cleaned off the dollop he had placed on your nose. Your laughter subsided at how such a simple action also felt so intimate. You did your best to avoid his twinkling gaze if only to calm yourself.

“You know, when I took on the responsibility of warming you up, I wasn’t expecting you to be such a handful,” you admitted jokingly, though some parts of you meant it. Namely your easily excitable heart.

“Oh yeah? Well, I wasn’t expecting you to take so long.”

You turned to face him once again. “I gave you fresh pajamas and some hot chocolate! You’re still not warmed up?”

“They’re not taking effect fast enough!” he insisted with another of his infamous pouts.

“Then do you know a faster way?” you asked and almost instantly, Seungcheol expression changes, but this time it’s not a mischievous smile or a childish pout. It’s something softer, gentler.

“Mm, I might know a quick way to warm up. Do you want me to show you?” he asked. You blinked, gaze meeting with Seungcheol’s eyes as he patiently waited for your reply. Despite the somersaults you felt in your chest, you were now more sure than ever that you didn’t feel nervous. Upon the realization what the feeling really was, your lips easily melted into a soft smile, and you gave him a nod. Without another moment’s hesitation, he leaned over to you and delivered a sweet, chaste kiss on your cheek.

The effect was instantaneous: Seungcheol’s ears were the first to go red as his entire face heated up. “I can’t believe I just did that,” he groaned out, covering his blushing face. “That was so cheesy!”

“I thought it was cute!” you assured him, but your laughter does nothing to ease his cringing.

“Don’t look at me for five minutes!” he whined.

“Seungcheol really, it’s okay!”

“Just eat your chicken or something!”

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deafeninggardenerpanda · 3 years

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The first to react was Kine.

“Hey~! Water! It’s the sound of water!”

“Where’s the sound coming from?!”

Kirby and co. surveyed the area.

“The tree’s roots!” Kine shouted. “The water's coming out of the tree’s roots!”

From the roots of the Dreamstalk, in the lake, clean water gushed out. Not only the water, but the Dreamstalk itself was changing. The trunk and leaves were dull colors, but, in the blink of an eye, it became a bright green.

“Look!” Kirby yelled. “The Dreamstalk’s all better now!”

“Because Pirka’s heart has been cleared,” Coo said, “the spell’s effects have disappeared. Which means…”

Coo got cut off by a sudden voice.

“Huh? Where am I? Why am I here?...”

It was King Dedede.

Looking as if he had just woken up from sleep, he looked around. Meta Knight was also returning to normal.

“What happened? Why is water flowing out of the roots of-”

Meta Knight looked at the group one by one, and, in the end, stopped on Pirka. He seemed to have pieced together what had happened. He sighed, and picked up his treasured sword Galaxia again.

“It seems that King Dedede and I, possibly, were being controlled. Sorry.”

“What? I don’t remember anything about being controlled!!” King Dedede insisted.

“Don’t you remember?” Rick asked. “You sent me flying with your hammer!!”

“Wait, what?”

King Dedede shifted his focus. His sharp gaze caught Pirka.

“You did this, didn’t you!?!”

“Wait, Dedede!"

Kirby stood in front of the great king and spread his arms out to block him.

“It’s over already! Pirka’s our friend now!”

“What do you mean she’s our friend now!? What an insult to someone as great as myself!!”

“I told you it’s over!!”

“Out of my way, Kirby!!”

King Dedede, looking absolutely furious, swung his hammer. Kirby nimbly dodged.

“Hey, that’s it,” he said, “let’s play tag!”

“Whaat?!”

“King Dedede’s it! Everyone, run!”

Kirby started running. Rick, Gooey, and Pirka ran in different directions.

“Heyyy! This isn’t a game of taaag! I’m getting really mad right now!!”

King Dedede, absolutely furious, chased after Pirka. Pirka was fast, but she was no match for the king, who was making a serious effort. In the blink of an eye, he caught her.

“Get ready, you pesky pixie!”

He was about to squeeze her, but Kirby tackled him.

“That’s enough! Pirka’s it next!”

“Yeah, I know!”

“RUN AWAAAY!” Pirka screamed.

Kirby started running. Even King Dedede got caught up in the fun and ran.

“Why am I…?” he said. “I shouldn’t be playing stupid games like tag. I’m really mad right now, so-”

As he said that, when Pirka started drawing near, the great king picked up in speed.

“Who would get caught by a loser like you!? Not me!!”

“Waaaait!”

As Pirka chased after the king and Rick, before they knew it, a loud laugh filled the air. Before everyone ran around, the lake had been filling up with more and more water.

“Clean water~!” Kine said. “Listen, Coo, do you think this water’s fine to swim in?”

“Perhaps,” Coo said, “with the shadow cast over Pirka’s heart gone, the Dreamstalk has regained its original power. This water should be pure and unpolluted.”

“Is this the same water that Kirby sucked up~? Are Kirby’s stomach and the Dreamstalk connected? Umm… umm…?”

No matter much he thought about it, it was impossible to understand. Kirby’s stomach was full of mysteries. So, Kine stopped thinking about it and jumped into the lake. As he swiftly swam around, he called out:

“Feels great~! This lakewater is super clean!”

“It appears the situation has been resolved,” Meta Knight said, “I was far from able to help. I was holding everyone back…”

“No,” Coo said, “if you two hadn’t fallen under her control, we would’ve caught Pirka much sooner. If that had happened, Pirka wouldn’t have been able to have a change of heart. In the end, we were very lucky to have struggled.”

“...though I’m hesitant to admit it, that is correct.”

Meta Knight nodded his head, then raised his voice:

“Come, let’s return to land soon.”

Kirby and the others, who heard this, stopped playing tag and gathered.

“Pirka, let’s go together!” Kirby said to Pirka.

“Huh? No, I...”

Pirka shook her head.

“Don’t worry,” Rick said, “of course we’re not gonna spill all the details to everyone. We’ll just tell them that we worked together with you to solve the problem up here.”

“Thanks, but I’m going to return to the village I came from, not Dream Land.”

Pirka looked at everyone.

“I haven’t gone back since I was exiled, but I still want to see everyone there. I must apologize to the children I had controlled. I don’t know if I could ever accept forgiveness, but… this time, I will try to become their friend.”

Pirka’s eyes were brightly sparkling.

“Is that so?”

Kirby nodded his head.

“Well then, farewell, Pirka! But, since we’re your friends, remember to come visit us here in Dream Land sometimes!”

“Thanks. I am truly grateful, Kirby.”

Pirka tightly held Kirby’s hand.

“Goodbye, everyone!”

“Goodbye, Pirka. See you later!”

Pirka spread her transparent wings and took off over the lake.

“Now then,” Meta Knight said, “let us return to the small boat.”

“Okie dokie!”

“Back to the painfully cramped boat again, huh?” King Dedede said as they walked to the small boat. “Great… hmm?”

Noticing Gooey unsteadily walking beside him, Dedede groaned.

“Why are you coming with us? Gooey!”

“Huhhhh?”

Gooey looked at the king in surprise.

“Because I wanna go home.”

“Didn’t you fly your way here?! You can go back by yourself!”

“Nah. I’m tired after all that fighting.”

“There’s no room for you!”

“There is~!”

“If I say there isn’t, then there isn’t!”

...somehow or other, all seven of them boarded the small boat, getting jam-packed in.

The small boat landed on the shore of the Rainbow Islands. Everyone who had been eagerly waiting for the return of Kirby and the others gathered at once. Captain Vul and the Meta-Knights greet Meta Knight, the first to get down, with cheers of joy.

“Lord Meta Knight! You’re safe!”

“Indeed. The operation was a success,” Meta Knight plainly informed. The Rainbow Islands’ inhabitants, surrounding the small boat, resounded.

“Just as one would expect from Lord Meta Knight!” Captain Vul shouted excitedly. “With Lord Meta Knight’s power, the Rainbow Islands were saved! Everyone should be grateful!”

“No, Captain Vul. It wasn’t my power.”

Meta Knight didn’t seem to want to be thanked, but Captain Vul didn’t understand.

“Oh! Someone as heroic as Lord Meta Knight would never show off his own accomplishments! What modesty! Everyone should follow his example!”

“Aye!”

The Meta-Knights were in high spirits.

“I knew I could count on Lord Meta Knight!”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t accompany you!”

“I wish I could’ve seen Lord Meta Knight’s efforts!”

“Please let us hear the whole story later!”

“...”

Meta Knight became more silent than usual. After King Dedede got down from the small boat, all the Waddle Dees simultaneously sprung up in celebration.

“Hurraaaay, hurraaay!”

“Hurray for His Majesty!”

Just like Meta Knight, the king had been under Pirka’s control. However, he held no shame about it.

“Of course,” he said, proudly puffing up his chest with pride, “prepare for a barbeque on the beach! Grill the meat and vegetables! Don’t forget the marshmallows! Set up my parasol and beach chair!”

“Yes, Great King!”

Bandana Waddle Dee handed the king his life preserver and sunglasses. The king was in the mood for a vacation.

“Let’s get this party started! A beach party, Dedede-style!” the great king shouted in high spirits, when, suddenly, the area became dark, and then raindrops started falling.

“Wow, rain!” the islanders shouted with joy.

“Hurray! It’s been forever since we’ve gotten rain here!”

Their faces lit up, as they merrily frolicked around in the rain. Kirby, Rick, Kine, Coo, and Gooey got down from the small boat. Pick dashed up to Rick and embraced him.

“Welcome home, Rick! You really did it! It’s raining again!”

“Thanks to your lucky charm!”

Mine, seeming happy, cuddled up to Kine.

“Kine, did you get hurt?”

“I’m A-OK! I did my best for you~!”

“I know. I knew that if anyone could make it rain again, it’d be you!”

Pick and Mine, along with a large number of islanders, crowded around the group.

“Thanks, Kirby,” Pick said, “you saved the Rainbow Islands.”

“Gooey saved your island. We just helped him!” Kirby said. As he did, the islanders started clapping loudly.

“Thanks, Gooey!” they shouted.

Gooey, who was not very good at being all sunny and radiant, waved his tongue shyly. The rain steadily evolved into a downpour, dampening the dry ground. The once dried-up lakes and rivers filled up with water again. The fish jumped in with great energy. Of course, the only one on the joyous island who had become sulky at this sight was King Dedede.

“Ughhhhhhh…”

His plans of vacation had been ruined.

“Who had to make it rain!?” he yelled with a bitter-sounding voice.

“Um… you did, Your Majesty…”

“Wait, you’re right! Ughhhhhhh… I HATE THE RAAAAAAAIN!!”

The violent sound of rain drowned out the king’s laments.

The rain continued for the whole day, moistening the dried-up Rainbow Islands.

The next morning…

As the rain stopped, the morning sun shone down on the Rainbow Islands. Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee, who had woken up early, walked to the sandy beach.

“I knew you could do it, Kirby,” Bandana Waddle Dee yelled, “the withered flowers are all better now!”

“We all worked together to get the job done!”

“I wish I could’ve gone with you too…”

“You could’ve gone with us if Meta Knight’s small boat was just a bit bigger.”

Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee agilely jumped over a puddle of water.

“Tell me about what kind of adventure it was! What was above the clouds?”

At Bandana Dee’s question, Kirby sweetly smiled.

“It’s a secret!” he said.

“Huh? Why?”

“No matter what!”

“Oh, tell me, Kirby!”

“Nuh-uh!”

It was a secret that he couldn’t even tell a close friend like Bandana Dee. Bandana Dee seemed disappointed, but then, suddenly, he noticed something and yelled:

“Kirby, look! The Rainbow Bridge!”

From island to island, pretty Rainbow Bridges connected. Due to the lack of rain, the bridges had begun to fade away into nothing. Thanks to the rain returning after so long, the seven bright colors sparkled.

“Woah…”

“How nice!”

As the light of the morning sun intensified, the Rainbow Bridges’ colors grew prettier and prettier. As they basked in the refreshing breeze, the two would forever admire the Rainbow Bridges.

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jacksons-goddess-gaia · 3 years

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The Dangers of Icicles~ Winter Hearts Imagine

❖ Ateez, San x gender neutral reader

❖ Imagine, angst, fluff, winter

❖ Warnings: Depression

❖ wc: 1385

❖ Tag List: @wonderland-obsession @queen-of-himbos @gettin-a-lil-hanse @atiny-piratequeen @atiny-dazzlinglight @not-majestic-bluenicorn

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San wandered the streets, a aching hole in his stomach, eating its way through him to his heart. God how he hated the cold, how he cursed the winter storms that so abused the city streets. The squish of 'snow' beneath his feet felt more like slippery slime coating the soles of his boots. The 'cheery' glare of Christmas lights obnoxious reminder of the season of forced joy, inflicted upon them by capitalistic bastards, more than ready to make a profit off lower class citizens scraping together to try and purchase a piece of the happiness awarded to the 'more fortunate' members of society.

"Silver spoons." The irony of a display of cutlery in a shop window reminding him of an English saying Hongjoong had once taught him. Miserable, cold, wet, and downtrodden San made his way through the streets, feeling more miserable with every window he passed. He stopped trying to smile at those who bumped him as they passed, shooting gasping apologies and seasonal well-wishes to him, instead foraging forward. Shoulders hunched up by his ears, tinged pink by the bitter wind. The night air was rife with high shrieking laughter, the calls of it seemed forced and fake. A sobbing laugh left his chapped lips as he turned the corner, the very sound snatched away by the cold, the blaring sounds of overplayed Christmas tunes mocking him from all sides. San felt so small and insignificant as his feet slowed to a halt. Tears beading his long dark lashes.

Mr. Choi San, Ateez, and Atiny's proud mountain was so tiny and insignificant. A peon, no bigger than a speck among the tall glittering buildings of Seouls Yeongdong-daero shopping district. Unable to even lift his head up to the sky, San stared at the edge of the sidewalk, turned brown from salt and sand they scattered upon the snowy streets. The chill of freshly falling snow piling up around his ankles. His members were all relaxing, no one was doing recordings or practicing alone, even Hongjoong was relaxing and enjoying the holiday cheer back at the dorms with Seonghwa. He had never felt so alienated, so estranged and different. Why was he even here? To buy presents for his members?

In his heart he knew it was an excuse to get away from them, unable to join in their celebrations and jubilation, for what was there to be so happy about? This cursed season, no it was a constant reminder of how dark and lonely this world could truly be. And that's how he was now, alone in the dark streets of winter. A lone tear rolled down his cheek, frigid from the wind's bite it burned its icy touch into his skin as it fell. Desolation taking over his senses as hope left his limbs.

"Look out!" Shaken from his thoughts San was yanked backward. The force of the collision taking him off his feet, air leaving his lungs as he landed on his back, the fall barely cushioned by his padded jacket, and the snow upon the ground.

Dazed and gasping, San hardly noticed the screams of shock or the sound of breaking glass, in fact he didn't even notice the kind people who grabbed his arms hefting him back onto his feet, dusting him off.

He vaguely registered someone mention, how lucky he had been as they assisted a puffy coated figure up from beside him.

"Are you okay?" Your wind burned cheeks looked plump and cheery, better than the santa clauses that bedecked the stores and cards so prolific at this time of year.

your eyes sparkled in the light of the department store, so bright and adorable in your oversized sweater and puffer coat, skinny jeans now stained with the wet of snow. San nodded vaguely recognizing you as the new assistant manager from work. You had started just the month before, you had caught his attention previously, your sweet nature and caring disposition making you a uick favorite of the boys and staff alike.

"Oh! Sa-" You cut yourself even as you recognized him, off glancing around realizing that yelling his name might bring unwanted attention.

If you asked him later why he grabbed your hand in that next moment and raced away from the sidewalk, running oast the piece of pavement where he had once stood, now cracked and covered in shattered icicles, he would have no answer. Nor could he explain why the world seemed so uch brighter, the warmth of the christmas lights guiding his way, the firm crisp crunch of snow underfoot refreshing his spirit. There wasn't an answer for any of it. It was only after pulling you into a small cafe secluded away from the hustle and bustle of everyday shoppers that he relaxed.

"Are you okay?" San felt sheepish as you smiled up at him.

"Yes thank you." He bowed grateful, only to see how the knee of your jeans had been ripped during your tackle, the fabric soaked through from snow. "Oh no here-"

"No really it's fine! I'm just glad you're alright! Those icicles would have skewered you! I've always read about the dangers of icicles I never would have thought-" But as you rambled on about how many people died each year from falling icicles, and how buildings should be required to clear them off regularly, and how a one pound icicle falling at maximum velocity could break pavement let alone humans, San felt himself relaxing. For the first time that day, San felt a real smile break across his lips, listening to you as the warmth of the cafe seeped into your bones. The ice around his heart melting into a warm and ticklish mist. "In Russia, there was once an icicle that hit-"

"Are you two going to order anything?" The barista's chipped words as she finally grabbed your attention caused your cheeks to flush in embarrassment, finally realizing you had been babbling.

"Sorry-" But before you could bow and offer to leave, San stepped forward.

"Two large peppermint hot chocolates with whipped cream." Gently pulling you forward, hand wrapping around yours San paid, before guiding you over to a table to wait.

"You don't have to-"

"Think of it as a thank you. You saved my life, hot chocolate is barely enough." He said grinning as you stopped trying to pay him back for it. "What are you doing around here anyway? Is your knee really okay?"

San was surprised to see you look down shyly shifting your bag in your lap.

"I was trying to pick out presents for you and the boys but I don't really know what you guys might like. Or that I can afford." San had never seen someone so cute. A happy giggle leaving his lips as he leaned forward plopping his chin in his hands, gazing fondly at you. Something felt so warm and comfortable, sitting there with you as shoppers passed by oblivious to your presence.

"Since I was shopping for them two, how about I make it up to you by helping you pick out presents, then I take you for dinner?" Maybe it was the Christmas lights, or the warm scent of peppermint and cinnamon in the air, or maybe how cute you looked in your Christmas attire, but San felt suddenly bold. He felt tall as the sky, shoulders squared and proud. Brown eyes twinkling as he gave you his most charming smile.

"Like a date?" Heat flushed your cheeks as the barista set your cups down in front of you both, candy cane straws protruding from their bed of marshmallow and whipped cream. The bluntness of your question making his own cheeks flush pink, a nervous chuckle escaping his throat.

"If you'd like to."

Looking at your beaming smile melted away the last of the cold in his bones. Suddenly the season seemed so sweet and beautiful. A feeling of joyous thrill filling his stomach with butterflies.

"Lead the way, mister Choi San." Sometimes, it was the little things, San would decide later. Like laughing at a particularly atrocious sweater together that helped make the season bright. His seasonal depression abated by the beauty of the moments spent with you.

And again upon seeing the others surprise Christmas morning as you both wandered out of his room sleepy eyed, and grinning in your matching if truly and horrifically obnoxious onesies.

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thefloorisbalaclava · 4 years

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pragma - part eleven

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Female Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: After such a rough chapter, I decided to keep this one light and fluffy and domestic because we all know what’s coming.

Summary: You spend a beautiful day with Frankie and he gives you something to hold onto for him.

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Having Frankie basically live with you had turned out to be one of the best decisions you’d ever made. You both made each other happy and better, in a sense. Was this what you had been missing all this time?

“Where’d you go?” Frankie asked as you two laid in bed facing each other. You didn’t notice yourself getting lost in thought.

“Sorry. Just thinking.”

“About?” He took your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

“You.” You kissed his nose.

“Good stuff I hope…or naughty stuff.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you giggled.

“I save the naughty stuff for my dreams,” you told him.

His face lit up. “You have dreams about me?”

“Have you seen yourself? You’re pretty fucking dreamy, sir.” Seeing his face slowly flush made you smile. “I always have dreams about you but I like the real thing better.”

“In your dreams I’m probably built like some Greek god or something.”

“Nope. You’re just the way you are: perfect.” You played with the V-shaped part of his shirt. “Especially in this shirt.”

“Well, good thing you’re wearing the shirt I was actually planning on wearing today, huh?” He looked down at your bare thighs. “It’s a really good thing.”

“Didn’t feel like getting dressed today but I might have to.”

“Why?”

“Gotta get groceries. I have stuff that I like but we need to get some of your favorite things.” You scratched at his beard.

“I got my favorite thing right…here!” He pulled you on top of him making you yelp.

“That may be so but you can’t…eat…I’m gonna stop myself there.”

“You walked right into that one, baby,” he chuckled.

“Shut up.” You kissed him and he groaned quietly. He kissed back for a while then pulled away, frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m…only gonna be here for about another week then…” You put a finger to his lips.

“I know. I don’t want to think about it, okay? Now, let’s go shopping.” You slid off him and put your own clothes on. “You can have your shirt back now,” you joked.

“Nah. You like this shirt on me so much, I’ll keep it on.”

“That’s the opposite of what I want you to do,” you flirted.

“Keep talking like that and we’ll never make it to the store.” He put his hat on and waited for you to finish getting dressed so he could walk downstairs with you.

“You wanna drive?” you asked as he put his aviators on.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Gives me a chance to stare at you all I want.” You handed him the keys to your car and walked to the front door, opening it. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked.

“I just love how the sun shines down on you.”

“You’re turning into more of a romantic every day, Frankie.” You took his hand and walked outside with him.

“Is that bad?”

“Not at all.” He opened the cat door for you. “Thank you, sir.” When he gets into the car and removes his sunglasses, you take them from him and put them on.

“I could just get you your own you know.”

“I like wearing yours,” you told him as he started the car and slowly pulled onto the road.

“What’s the deal with that?” he asked. “Why do women like wearing our stuff so much?”

“I dunno. I can’t really speak for all women but when I wear your stuff, I feel…so warm and cozy. Plus, it smells like you.”

“Smells like me? I have a smell?”

You nodded. “I think it’s the soap you use. Or maybe it’s just you. It’s nice. Your pillow smells like you now too.”

“You’ve been sniffing my pillow?”

“Shut up. You make it sound weird like you’ve never smelled something that I’ve worn!” You punched his arm and he laughed. “How did I ever live without that?”

“Hm?”

“Hearing that laugh every day. Hearing your voice. Seeing you smile. Gosh…I’m in love, huh?” Yeah, you really were.

“If you don’t stop, I will pull this car over and make out with you on the side of the road.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You looked ahead again and noticed he was driving in the direction of your favorite store. “How’d you know which store I wanted to go to?”

“You keep some of the bags from the store for garbage and stuff. Kinda guessed from that.” He shrugged like it was nothing but it was everything. Your ex-husband probably couldn’t even tell you that.

Frankie pulled into the parking lot and parked in the first spot he found. “You’re not gonna try to find one a little closer?”

“Why?” He grabbed the keys and got out of the car then walked to your side to open the door for you. “Let’s go, lazybones.”

Inside the store, Frankie refused to put anything in the cart until he asked if it was okay with you.

“Frankie, if you ask me that one more time I will scream. Just put it in the damn cart. Whatever you want!” You hadn’t realized that this might have been the very first time anyone has done something like this for him. “I wanna get you these things, okay?”

“Okay.” He still hesitated though. “I’m not used to…”

“I know.”

“I never really lived with anyone either…except for my parents and, you know, during my army years.” He grabbed a box of cereal and threw it in the cart without asking.

“Ah, you’re getting the hang of it. Can you grab me a box of-"

“Lucky Charms? Yes ma’am.” He put the box in the cart and smiled at you. “If I remember correctly, you only eat the marshmallows.”

“I don’t think I could love you any more than I already do,” you said then kissed him, forgetting you were in the aisle of a grocery store until someone cleared their throat. You both jumped and smiled shyly as you moved out of the way.

“I think we’re finished,” Frankie said, looking into the cart.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You let Frankie drive again and when he saw you reaching for the radio he groaned.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, offended.

“Just…don’t play anything bad.”

“Nothing I listen to is bad, okay?” You pushed a few more icons on the console but Frankie stopped you.

“No way. Here.” He let go of the steering wheel and you reached over to grab it and keep the car on the road. Luckily, this stretch of road was always pretty empty.

“Jesus, Frankie…you better pick something good.”

“You said nothing you listen to is bad, right? So, hush and let me…pick…ha!” The music began to play and Frankie took over driving again. You turned and looked at him in shock as he started singing along.

“Oh, she may be weary. Them young girls they do get wearied wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah…”

“Oh my God, Frankie,” you giggled. He was really into it.

“But when she gets weary…try a little tenderness… You know she’s waiting, anticipating the thing that you’ll never, never, never, never possess…”

“Oh, you possess something, alright,” you joked, shaking your head in surprise before singing along.

“But while she’s there waiting without them…try a little tenderness. That’s all you gotta do…”

You laughed and sung along but mostly watched him. You had never seen him this way and it was such a beautiful thing. He was able to be himself around you and it brought tears to your eyes. So carefree, so handsome, so…yours.

“Wait, wait…this is the best part,” he said holding his hand up and singing. “You’ve got to rub her gentle man, all you gotta do. You gotta love her, squeeze her, don’t tease her. Gotta try na na na…try a little tenderness!” He was singing his heart out.

“Woooo!” you cheered before laughing so hard tears rolled down your cheeks. You clapped as the song ended and he smiled brightly.

“How was that?” he asked.

“I had no idea you had it in you.”

“I’m full of surprises, huh?” he smiled over at you.

“You sure are.”

He pulled up to your place and turned the car off sitting there quietly for a minute. You wanted to pick his brain, but you would let him talk when he was ready.

“I need a picture of you,” he said suddenly.

“You have some on your phone…”

“No, I mean like an actual picture that I can hold and…I want one to carry with me when…” His hands dropped from the steering wheel.

“I’m sure I can find one.” You tried to think of a way to cheer him up again. “I hope you know that whatever you leave here is mine for the taking. I’m wearing all of your clothes! I might even drive your truck.”

“Hey, you break it you buy it.” He smiled then took your hand and kissed it. “I miss you already. Is that weird?”

“Nope. I miss you too.” You got up on your knees and leaned over the center console to kiss him.

“Can I have my shades back now?”

You pouted and took them off. “Fine.” He gave you another quick kiss before taking the glasses from you, putting them on, then getting out of the car. You followed and grabbed what few bags he left to carry into the house.

“Show off,” you called to him as you walked to the door to unlock it. “You know I could’ve carried more.”

“I know but I didn’t want you to.” He walked into the house, kicked his shoes off, and carried the bags to the kitchen.

“Are you trying to be my prince charming or are you just like this naturally?” you asked as you wrapped yourself around him as he put the groceries away.

“Treating a woman the way she’s supposed to be treated is not some fairytale shit.”

“You’d be surprised, my dear.” You helped put the groceries away then lounged on the couch. “I’m tired.”

“Go upstairs and rest,” Frankie said taking his hat off and throwing it on the coffee table.

“Come with me?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

You’re not sure how long you had been asleep by the time Frankie joined you but by the time you woke up, he was wrapped around you sleeping. You couldn’t move and felt hot. If this had been anyone else, you would’ve shrugged them off or woke them up to give you some space but it was Frankie and you never wanted him to move. He held onto you as if you might float away if he let go. His quiet snores made you smile.

He moved his arm for a minute to scratch at his beard so you turned quickly to face him before he wrapped it around you again. God, was he handsome. You kissed his nose and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. He smiled in his sleep? Now you were positive he was your prince charming.

You laid like this for a while until you realized you had to use the bathroom. You hated to move and risk waking him up but you had to go. Carefully and quietly, you wriggled yourself out of his arms and rolled off the bed.

It wasn’t until you were standing at the sink washing your hands that you noticed something. You looked at yourself in the mirror and there was a chain hanging from your neck. You dried your hands and turned the water off before getting a better look at it.

One of Frankie’s dog tags.

When did he put this on you? You ran your thumb over the metal, feeling the etchings of every letter. It was a little worn and bent, but that made you love it more. It showed you what he had been through. He was also worn, tattered, beat up even, but he stood the test of time and pain. A tear fell onto it and you wiped it away.

“It wasn’t supposed to make you cry,” Frankie said standing in the doorway of the bathroom.

“When did you give me this?” you asked, sniffling.

“While you slept. I wanted you to have something from me.” He walked into the bathroom and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You’ve already given me everything I could ever want, Frankie.”

“You deserve the world though and I’m gonna try my best to give it to you,” he kissed the top of your head and closed his eyes.

“Don’t you know? You are my world.” You turned to him and kissed his nose. It was your favorite thing to do now. “You smile in your sleep.”

“I do?” he asked and you nodded. “Must’ve been dreaming about you then.”

“I think it’s because I kissed this cute little nose of yours.” You poked it.

“My nose is cute?” He looked at himself in the mirror. “You might need glasses.”

“Gimme yours then.”

“I meant prescription glasses. Nice try though.”

“I’ll get ‘em one day.” His grip on you loosened and you inched away from him. “Maybe today.”

“Don’t even try it…”

“I’m faster than you.” You were standing in the doorway now.

“Yeah, probably, but I can pick you up and throw you over my shoulder and stop this before it even happens.” He walked towards you and you kept backing away.

“Oh yeah?” He nodded and you continued. “But there’s something you gotta do before that happens.”

“Is there?”

“You have to catch me first!” You ran as fast as you could out the room and downstairs with Frankie not far behind. Just as you reached into his jacket pocket, he grabbed you with a growl and spun you around. “I got ‘em!”

“Drop them and I’ll let you go,” he said, breathing heavily.

“Maybe I don’t want you to let me go,” you teased as you wiggled against him and put the glasses on. He started to kiss your neck and you relaxed. “That’s…you’re cheating.”

“Deal with it.” He took the glasses off you and put them on before letting you go. You looked at him and pouted. “Like I said: nice try.”

You stuck your tongue out at him and laid down on the couch.

“Did you just…”

“Maybe I did.” You pretended to ignore him, turning your head so you wouldn’t look at him but suddenly he was on you, kissing your face and your neck but tickling you at the same time. “Frankie!” You squealed and laughed and tried pushing him off but he didn’t budge.

He eventually stopped but stayed on top of you. He pulled the glasses down his nose so he could look into your eyes. “You started it.”

“Whatever.” You grabbed his face and kissed him. He laid there with you for a while, catching his breath before rolling to the side so you could move if you wanted. You played with the dog tag he gave you.

“Keep that safe for me?” he asked.

“Always.”

He put the glasses on you then kissed your nose this time.

[twelve]

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nurseanddex · 3 years

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20.“i’m not playing truth or dare.” for zimbits (or jack & shitty if you want platonic) if you're still taking prompts!

Send me a prompt and a pairing from one of these lists if you feel so inclined, just please specify which list it’s from! :)

Prompt: “I’m not playing truth or dare.”

Spending the night before Class Day on the roof of Faber was a time honored SMH tradition, and Jack and Shitty’s senior year was no different. The Haus gang gathered around a small bonfire, swapping stories of favorite memories, drinking beers, and eating chocolate marshmallow pie in lieu of making smores. Lardo had put her foot down about cooking over open flame after an incident involving a ‘flaming ball of death’ the year prior that everyone resolutely refused to tell Bitty about. He was going to miss his boys, miss this easy camaraderie. The Haus wasn’t going to be the same without Jack and Shitty. He shivered as a particularly chilly gust of wind breezed by.

“Brr. I didn’t know it’d be s-so-”

Bitty trailed off in surprise as a big, warm jacket settled itself on his shoulders.

“Oh! Thanks, Jack!” he blushed, looking up to see the identity of his mysterious benefactor.

“No problem,”Jack said, sitting down next to him with a gentle smile on his face.

“Aaaaaaaaaand noooooooooooooow,” Holster yelled, in his announcer voice. “My favorite part of Pre-Graduation SMH Bonfire and Bonding Night!”

“Secret Time!” Ransom cheered.

“Which means we get to ask you whatever we want and you have to answer everything,” Holster grinned, wickedly. Bitty could feel Jack tense up next to him.

“No secret time this year, boys. I don’t want a repeat of Johnson’s existential crisis,” Lardo said. “I say we go Truth or Dare.”

“I’m not playing truth or dare,” Jack whispered. His face was turning paler by the second. Lardo shot him a look Bitty couldn’t quit read before pulling out her phone and tapping out a text. He wasn’t trying to snoop, but his proximity to Jack enabled him to see the notification when it popped up on his screen.

Secret Time has no outs. Truth or Dare you can at least pick dare if they ask something you don’t want to answer.

“Yeah, Lardo, what’s the deal with that switch? We always do Secret Time.” Lardo shot Shitty a look that could only be described as murderous.

“You do not get a vote,” she hissed, “You did not have to deal with 170 pounds of sobbing goalie having an existential crisis using your shoulder as a tissue for over! an! hour!”

“On second thought, Truth or Dare sounds fun!” Jack chimed in. All further rumblings of dissent from Ransom, Holster, and Shitty were almost instantly silenced by Lardo’s patented Look. Lardo insisted they play by stating what the question and the dare would be before they had to choose. A few rounds passed by relatively uneventfully, but some time around when they were starting to shift from tipsy to drunk, the questions started to change from playful to personal to a bit too personal.

“Jack next!” Holster exclaimed, shifting around to settle with his head resting in Ransom’s lap. Bitty noticed that Jack had become more relaxed as the game wore on, but his jaw still clenched every time it was his turn.

“I gotta know, what the hell happened with you and Parson? How did you go from being the best friends junior hockey had ever seen to practically hating each other’s guts?” The roof fell silent, save for the crackling of their little fire, and Lardo leveled Holster with the most soul-withering glare in her arsenal.

“Or your dare is that you have to do a fancy lift with Bitty,” he added belatedly, shrinking under the force of Lardo’s glare. Jack stood up, his muscles tensed like he was a second away from running for it.

“Dare it is, then,” Jack said, stretching out a hand to pull Bitty up. Bitty took it, feeling a blush start to color his cheeks once more. His silly crush on Jack had been growing more and more ever since he realized how he felt that day they were baking together and this kind of thing definitely wasn’t helping him get over it.

“Jack, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do, Bittle. It’s do the dare or answer the question,” Jack replied, gruffly. They moved a few steps away from the circle they’d been sitting in, that way if one of them fell, there would at least be no chance of falling in the fire.

“Euh, I don’t actually know how to do this,” Jack quietly admitted, once they were out of earshot. Bitty was surprised to see a pink tinge coloring his cheeks. Jack Zimmermann, blushing! Bestill his little gay heart.

“Lucky for you, I spent the majority of my formative years in a figure skating rink. I may have picked up a trick or two,” he drawled, letting his accent come out a bit thicker than he normally did outside of Georgia. Surprisingly, Jack’s cheeks flushed darker in response to what his Moomaw referred to as ‘laying on the Southern charm.’

“Holster’s still trying to make a play out of those jumps you can do.”

“Well, those jumps aren’t going to help us with a lift,” Bitty laughed. “Here’s what you need to do.”

Bitty ended up teaching him a fairly simple lift, Jack’s big hands firm on his waist, holding him high enough so that Bitty could place his hands on Jack’s shoulder for additional support. The firelight illuminated Jack’s face in a soft glow, and there was something in his baby blue eyes that Bitty didn’t quite recognize.

Jack could feel something in his heart shift as he stared up at Bitty in the low light, absolutely shimmering against a blanket of a thousand stars, somehow shining brighter than every star in the sky. He filed that feeling away, he’d deal with whatever it was another day.

#Anon #alison answers things #zimbits #eric bittle #jack zimmermann #check please #my writing #yes i wrote this because the idea of jack starting to realize he has a thing for bitty and immediately going nah ill deal with that later #is literally so funny to me #add that to a beautiful starlit night and a romantic bonfire?#bestill my beating heart #i hope you like it!

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lookoolah · 4 years

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love in every sip (1.9k) read on ao3 for the “coffee” square on my @tonystarkbingo flash card

Tony startled himself awake when he made a move to get into a more comfortable position on the tiny couch that was clearly not meant for sleeping on, which he certainly had a difficult time learning over the course of the years that the tiny couch had found its way to Tony’s workshop (with some help from Pepper, probably). He wasn’t sure whether he woke up in the millisecond that he was hovering in the air between the ridiculous couch and the ground or when he facepalmed into the floor, but awake he definitely was.

“Ow, shit.” He groaned, looking up vengefully at the stupid sofa. “J, as soon as you can, place an order for the biggest, comfiest couch you can find on the internet, thanks!” He gritted out through his teeth, hoping that the tiny couch felt insecure and unlovable.

“Right away, Sir.”

He looked up at the StarkPad displaying the time that he had perched on top of his coffee-table as a make-shift digital clock (whoever said he wasn’t one for interior design?). It was 9am, anyway, so he might as well be getting up now. That is if he was pretending to be a healthy functioning human being that didn’t spend the last 72 hours in his workshop and fell asleep 3 hours ago on this stupid, unlovable couch.

He made his way to the main kitchen, waving sleepily at the team that was lively bickering in the breakfast nook. Oh right, that’s what they looked like, other people. He thought it would be a good idea to brush his teeth before any silverware made contact with the inside of his mouth lest it immediately corroding.

After spending way too long sitting on the toilet because his body seemed to enjoy falling asleep in the most uncomfortable of places, he finally made his way back to the now-empty kitchen, where on the counter he found a steaming coffee in the Iron Man mug from the Avengers mugs set that Clint thought was the perfect $15 Christmas gift for the people that literally risked their lives by his side on day-by-day bases. Tony frowned, walking over to the island, unsure whether he blanked out and made coffee in the short interval of semi-wakefulness between sleeping in odd places. He spotted a napkin next to the mug, where a neat cursive looked back at him.

“Good morning, Tony. Please stop pulling all-nighters for three days straight,” it said.

Huh? Tony really only had the energy to ponder about when, by whom, and why the note was written and the coffee made for a total of ten seconds before his sleep and caffeine-deprived mind short-circuited and he gave in to the inviting aroma of the drink. And, well, whoever his barista in shining armor was unquestionably knew just how strong and sweet Tony liked his coffee (that being, real strong and real sweet).

☕.

He really didn’t expect it to become an ongoing thing. He didn’t expect that the next morning, upon walking into the kitchen (from his bedroom this time, thank fuck ) he would be met with the same Iron Man mug on the counter with another napkin neatly placed next to it, its edge tucked under the mug as if to make sure that the soft blow of air from the air conditioning wouldn’t blow it away, care written all over the scene.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Glad you actually got some shuteye tonight, finally. Hope you have a good day.”

Tony read the note over a few times, twice in his head, and once under his breath, with a small smile that he didn’t notice was there until Steve, who was apparently in the pantry, called attention to it.

“Cheery this morning, huh?”

“Oh, uh,” Tony looked up from the napkin in his hand, trying to hold back the smile, “You tripped and fell in my dream, still laughing at it.” He lied, protectively wrapping his hands around the warm Iron Man mug.

Steve chuckled in response, putting down the box of Lucky Charms and reaching above the sink to grab himself a bowl.

“You want some cereal?” He asked, putting down a bowl in front of Tony without waiting for a response.

“So courteous of you, Cap,” Tony started filling his bowl with milk while Steve was pouring cereal into his, “And they say chivalry is dead.”

Steve made a face at him, probably about to give a schpiel about why would you pour the milk first, Tony?

“Why would you pour the milk first, Tony?” He said, handing Tony the Lucky Charms and taking the milk from his hands.

“Because I’m a certified genius, that’s why.” Tony winked, taking a sip from his coffee. Shit, so perfect again. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to see who made this coffee, would you?” He asked tentatively, filling his bowl with cereal.

“Didn’t you make it?” Steve canted his head in confusion and brought the spoon to his lips.

“No, actually, I didn’t,” Tony took another sip of his coffee, “I wonder who did, though.” This time, as he looked down at the dyed marshmallows in his milk, he failed to notice both the involuntary smile he pressed into the rim of his Iron Man mug and the one Steve stifled around a mouthful of his cereal.

☕️.

The random coffee offerings in a particular Iron Man mug and a neat cursive turned regular from then on, and it was starting to become clear that his barista in shining armor was really more of a secret admirer expressing their affections through coffee beans.

The mugs waited for him at the counter almost every morning, the team off at a mission, the team just sitting down for breakfast, the team finishing up breakfast. The mugs were on a coaster on his desk when he fell asleep at it while working on a new design, while fixing an old design, while ignoring emails from some super important government officials. The mugs, for fucks sake, were sat on an old paperback next to the tiny couch that Tony continued to fall asleep on, even after the biggest, comfiest couch on the internet arrived.

“Good morning, hope you slept well. You look adorable with bedhead.”

“Heard you walking around late last night, I wish I could drive off all your nightmares with a broom.”

“Stop falling asleep at your desk, idiot, your neck will get stuck like that.”

“That couch looks like it’s not meant for sleeping on.”

Tony found himself growing more and more fond at every note, every word, every sip. He didn’t think that it was possible for him to look forward to his daily dose of caffeine more than he already did, but this new routine indisputably made him jittery with excitement every morning.

He started to watch the team closely, in an attempt to figure out their tells. Who saw me this morning with my bedhead? Who likes to broom? Who doesn’t like tiny uncomfortable couches?

But, alas, none of the notes had been specific enough to pinpoint someone or even narrow down the list, and Jarvis was refusing to give him any information on the grounds of some “No Stalking Protocol, Sir” bullshit.

That was, of course, until the afternoon that Nick Fury, somehow Tony’s saving grace in this mystery, called him up to his office. Tony plopped down on the chair in front of the desk, crossing his leg and taking a sip of his smoothie.

“You should really try this place from down the block someday, I hear they grow all their shit themselves.” He took another sip, the little to no remnants on the bottom of the cup loudly coming up the straw. “Ugh, to die for!”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” Nick rolled his eye, and Tony wondered whether The Nick Fury Eyeroll pre tragic eye loss accident was more or less puissant. “I need you to look over this report that Rogers submitted and discuss with the team whether or not every update that you insist on installing in their suits has really been necessary.” Nick handed him a transparent folder and Tony cringed at both the utmost ludicrous implication that advancement is not always necessary and at the prospect of paperwork. “It seems to me like on this particular mission they were more of a disruption rather than advantage.”

Tony flipped open the file and looked up at Nick through his eyelashes, taking one final loud sip of his Blueberry Mist smoothie.

“I’m sorry, did you just allude to that progress is not an essential part of human existence? My goodness, I did not know you to be such a conservative, Nick!” He clapped a hand over his heart, prompting another eyeroll. The eye patch, Tony thought, definitely made it more effective.

“Stop bullshitting me and just look over the report, Stark.” Tony chuckled and looked down at the paper, a neat cursive looking back at him.

“Uh,” He cleared his throat, flipping through the pages and staring at the way the letters braided into each other, just like on the napkins Tony read sweet nothings form every morning. He looked up at the top of the paper, where next to the printed “Name” it read in pretty, oh-so-pretty cursive, “Captain Steven Rogers.”

☕.

Steve woke up from a dull migraine that he had been nursing for the past week or so. He sighed, taking a large sip of the lukewarm water from the bottle he had discarded in his room a few days ago. Everyone was always talking about how important drinking water is nowadays, but Steve was never really a fan of health schticks anyway. As he made his way to the kitchen, he asked his own brain not for the first time this week why it wasn’t healed by the oh-so-magical properties of the oh-so-magical serum. A look at the digital clock in the elevator told him it was 7am on a Sunday, and he tried to remember what time it was last night when Tony excused himself to his bedroom from movie night, claiming that he was too exhausted for thrillers that evening.

Stepping into the kitchen, however, he was met with a sleepy Tony in an oversized gray Led Zepellin hoodie and plaid pajama pants, sitting Indian Style in the breakfast nook with an Iron Man mug in his hands, taking small sips from it and the smell of coffee traveling from the coffeemaker on the kitchen counter to Steve.

Oh. He felt the pang of disappointment in his chest at the realization that Tony woke up earlier than him. This week really didn’t like Steve much, did it?

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Tony broke the silence and Steve felt some of the disappointment dissipating at the raspy sleep-deprived timbre of Tony’s voice, “I made coffee,” he nodded over to the island that Steve was standing in front of, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Why would I ―” Steve cut himself off when his eyes landed on the Captain America mug from the Avengers mugs set that Clint thought was the perfect $15 Christmas gift for the people that literally risked their lives by his side on day-by-day bases. Steve felt his heart skip a beat and he held his breath as he reached out and pulled the mug towards him. Under it, of course, there was a napkin with a blocky print scribbled over it.

“You’re not as slick as you think you are, Mr. Rogers.

Busy tonight?”

#tony stark august flash bingo #tony stark bingo fill #karina writes #stony #stevetony #stony fic #stevetony fic #steve/tony #steve x tony #steve rogers #tony stark #mcu fanfiction #marvel

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lycorogue · 3 years

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Perfect Doesn’t Need to be Perfect: Chapter 3

This was probably the easiest chapter to write, since Pixie basically wrote it for me.

And with this, I call it a night.

**Contains Spoilers for Taurus Pixie’s story Twelve Days of Chatmas**

Summary: Chat Noir has run into a long streak of poor luck, all in an attempt to give Ladybug the perfect Christmas gift. Little does he know, his first try was already perfect in Ladybug’s eyes. Now it’s her turn to try to navigate around Chat Noir’s failed attempts in her own pursuit to find something equally fantastic for him. **A Switched-POV Unofficial Companion Story to Twelve Days of Chatmas by @thetauruspixie**

Rating: General Audience

Chapter Word Count: 2427

Story Total Word Count: 37,973

Status: chapter 3 of 12; complete

**For reals, if you haven’t read Twelve Days of Chatmas yet, read that first so my story doesn’t spoil anything for you. It’s cool. This story will still be here when you get back. ;) **

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CHAPTER 3:

“Miraculous Ladybug!” A bit exhausted, Ladybug tossed her Lucky Charm into the air. In a fireworks burst of magic, a swarm of enchanted ladybugs swept around the destroyed house on the outskirts of the city proper. In a few quick seconds, the house was restored to how it was before the akuma attack, although Ladybug wasn't sure it was much of an improvement.

The house was tiny, and they were cramped in the basement with cages upon cages of sickly looking Faverolles chickens. Their straw matted and filthy. Their cages too small for any of them to move. The lighting in the basement was dim. The chickens were so poorly cared for that most seemed to have lost a lot of their feathers, and some had wounds on their wings where they got caught in the cage bars as they shifted within their confines. Faverolles chickens were known for being delightfully plump and with fluffy white feathers topped with cinnamon-brown wings and head feathers. They were like lightly-toasted marshmallows normally. These tragic fowl, on the other hand, looked like under-stuffed plush animals dropped upside down in the mud.

Ladybug blinked back tears as she heard the chickens mournfully cooing in their cages. “This feels-” she struggled to choke down the knot in the back of her throat, “-wrong.” She wanted to say 'evil'. She could stop the likes of Hawk Moth and his akuma, but injustices like what was happening to those birds? She felt helpless. Less then, actually. She was the one who imprisoned them a second time. Some times she wished her power didn't restore the damage an akuma caused. Some things were better destroyed.

Sometimes, the akumatized villains were right in their rage.

“Huh?” Chat Noir was lost in thought as he looked up from his right hand. The black miasma of his Cataclysm still circled around it. Ladybug's original plan of attack was derailed by the chickens running around, and they managed to break the akumatized item without Chat Noir's power this go. He had still activated it, however, and was probably wondering what to do, especially with how confined they were. It could be disastrous if he tripped on something when they were all practically breathing on each other.

"Using my lucky charm to fix this awful place,” she explained to her partner as she looked for something he could harmlessly touch to use his power. “I mean, look at these poor chickens, I can understand where this man is coming from." She gestured to the animal rights activist that had been akumatized as Liberator; a man on the mission to free these poor birds and punish the owner who would be so cruel to a living creature.

She gave Chat Noir an unsure smile. He gave her an uneasy but still bright smile in response; a way to help reassure her that she made the right decision. It helped a little.

“Ladybug? Chat Noir?” The activist was coming around after his ordeal, a bit dazed and confused as he tried to remember what happened to him the last hour or so.

Forgetting her mission to find Chat Noir something to use his Cataclysm on – he was a big boy, he could find something himself – Ladybug knelt down to greet the activist at eye level.

“Are you okay?” Her heart broke a little as she asked the same question she tried asking all of the akuma victims. Nothing happening in that basement was okay, and it seemed unfair for anyone to say otherwise.

The man must have had a similar thought. He looked away and furled his eyebrows; a deep frown etched onto his face. "No. I know I should feel bad for what just happened, but honestly-” The man turned back towards Ladybug and stared straight into her eyes, “I don't. I don't want anyone to get hurt, but it's not fair for these chickens to be kept like this.” He gestured towards the tight cages. “It's abuse, plain and simple. It's not fair that they spend most of their lives in cages. This farm is illegal. It's not run by proper farmers. These people just bought these chickens and shoved them in cages. This place is even worse than a proper battery farm.” The man started to tear up and Ladybug saw his jaw clench. “But no one will listen to me. The police and the council don't seem to want to deal with it."

Ladybug closed her eyes, fighting back her desire to cheer the man on. A second later she maintained her normal heroic demeanor. "I know, but violence isn't the answer," she told him as calmly and evenly as she could muster, "It is a shame about the chickens, but I'm sure there are other ways you can help rather than attacking and getting aggressive with people."

“What other course was I left to take?” the activist demanded.

Ladybug strained the impulse to nod in agreement. The man truly was left with little other choice than rampaging against the illegal farm. Around them, as if cheering the man on in Ladybug's stead, the hens all clucked louder and louder. Some rattled their cages as much as they could. The sound quickly became unbearable. It was a reminder of what Ladybug did to them in an attempt to cleanse another akuma and save Paris.

Pushing the cacophony of clucking and cage rattling as far out of her head as possible, Ladybug suggested the activist set up a petition to pressure the mayor and police to investigate the grounds and let them shut down the illegal farm.

The man seemed skeptical, but open to hear her out. Then, behind Ladybug, Chat Noir let out a sarcastic chuckle, drawing their attention.

"Oh, come on, my lady, I thought you were more proactive than that." His lips curled into a mischievous smirk, and he gave Ladybug a playful wink. “Why bother with all of that when you have a chicken liberator right here?” He held up his right hand and wiggled a 'hello' with his fingers. A black aura encircled his hand still.

“Chat Noir?” Ladybug knew she should stop him. This wasn't what their powers were supposed to be for; circumventing the law. It wasn't like they were using their powers for personal gain though, and that was the only true rule they were given. So she bit her tongue and let her partner do the saving this go.

Eyeing up the tight room for the best path, he stepped past Ladybug and the activist so he was standing in the doorway. Then, with a toothy grin, he sprinted around the cramped space, his fingers carefully racing along the cages where they connected. He didn't take his hand off the metal even once; doing so would have concluded his power's use. The only benefit of the poor chickens being cooped so tightly together was he managed to make the full circuit around the room without his fingers ever leaving the cages. A few seconds later the Cataclysm stretched through the metal bars; rusting every last cage until the excited hens could crumble their own prisons with their flapping wings.

The metal that once confined the birds was now black dust mounds on the floor, and the chickens aimlessly wandered the room; unsure what to do with themselves. All their excited flapping kicked up enough feathers though, that Chat Noir went through a mini sneezing fit as his reward for freeing them all.

Through puffy and water-lined eyes, Chat Noir proudly smiled at his handiwork. Crossing his arms over his chest, he heroically posed.

"Dude, thank you so much!" Clamoring to his feet, the activist sprinted to Chat Noir to engulf him in a tight hug. Catching the hero off guard, he did manage to knock some wind out of the teen.

With an awkward grin, Chat Noir patted the man on the back. Ladybug softly chuckled. In part it was because of how adorably uncomfortable but accepting of the affection that Chat Noir looked. In part it was being happy that the activist was so happy and grateful. In part it was because these chickens could possibly begin to have a good life. Finally, it was partially because the chickens' owner deserved to be punished, and freeing his fowl seemed a good start.

"I'm pretty sure you can give them decent homes," Chat Noir addressed the activist, who had finally released the teenage hero. "Because after what happened earlier, I'm pretty sure you scared the guy who runs this place away for good." Chat Noir laughed. "Besides, this place was illegal, so I'm pretty sure you don't have to worry about him going to the police over you taking his chickens."

Ladybug blinked a couple of times. She didn't realize how rebellious Chat Noir could be. It was bending the rules, to be sure, and she was glad Nadja wasn't around to film any of this. She wished she could find a more legal solution, but Chat Noir was right. This would be their win, and she'd be satisfied with that.

“Oh, I will, don't worry!” The activist clasped Chat Noir on the shoulders and gave him a little excited shake before sprinting up the basement stairs. “I'll just go and get some back-up to help me evacuate the chickens. You're amazing, Chat Noir!”

Chat Noir beamed at the compliment, and didn't seem to notice Ladybug sliding next to him. She snaked her arm around his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Upon feeling the little hug, Chat Noir whipped his gaze down to his partner, his cheeks reddening under his mask and his lips parted in an adorable 'o'.

“That was a very nice thing you did.” To accentuate her praise, Ladybug gave his arm another tiny squeeze.

"Yeah, well, I don't like to see innocent creatures suffering." Chat Noir puffed out his chest, placing his free hand on his hip in the hopes of looking impressive. Ladybug again giggled.

As if thanking Chat Noir for what he did, one of the hens clucked happily at his feet, making his nose twitch as he fought down another sneeze. The chicken ruffled her feathers and slowly lowered her backside as she squatted between Chat Noir's boots. A couple of seconds later, the hen cooed and stood up to wander some more, leaving an egg behind.

Smiling, Chat Noir picked it up before holding it out to Ladybug. "Here you go, my lady. The first free range egg from these chickens."

Ladybug chuckled at the gesture, her eyes twinkling at how adorable her partner could be sometimes. "I don't think that's quite how that works, silly kitty."

The two of them smiled at each other for a second before three hens surrounded them. The chickens puffed their chests and flapped their wings, making themselves as large as possible as they closed their semi-circle around the superheroes.

“Uh, Chat Noir?”

He tried to back away from the advancing hens, but was also winding up for a large sneeze from all the loosened feathers now floating around in the air. As if in slow-motion, Ladybug watched as he released a trumpeting sneeze, and lost his balance from the force. He caught himself quickly enough, but the egg went crashing to the ground and splattered against the cement floor. A second later, the three advancing hens leapt up onto him, clucking angrily.

"Hey! Get off!" Chat Noir tried to swat them off of him as gently as he could. Ladybug simply stared, a bit in shock that the chickens had enough spirit still left in them to go after Chat Noir like that. It was kind of a pleasant surprise.

“LB. Care to help?” Chat Noir squeaked in surprise as the hens kept taking turns leaping at him, causing him to sprint around the room in an attempt to retreat. His sneezing fits kept throwing him off just enough that the chickens could catch up and attack again.

"Hey, I freed you! I'm your friend; your savior!" Chat Noir cried out as he started for the stairs. The hens were determined to get him for whatever offense he had done to them, and chased him out of the basement.

Ladybug felt a little guilty about it, but she didn't help him with the chickens. She couldn't. She was laughing too hard. She knew he wouldn't be hurt by the fowl. Their super suits made them near invulnerable, and poor Chat Noir just looked too ridiculous running from chickens after all of the akumatized villains they had gone up against. The whole scene – a hoard of chickens attacking a blonde hero – also reminded her of one of her favorite video games.

“Ladybug!” Chat Noir pleaded from upstairs.

Tears in her eyes, and sides hurting, Ladybug chased after her partner for the rescue. He had sprinted outside and climbed up a tree, shooing the chickens away as they leapt nearly four feet off the ground to try to get to him. Her kitty was literally stuck in a tree. She nearly burst into laughter all over again.

Taking a few centering breaths through her nose, she grabbed one of the baskets the owner had used for the harvested eggs and quickly scooped each chicken up from under the tree; herding them back into the house before scooping up the next one.

Once all three were safely locked into the house, Ladybug turned to let Chat Noir know it was safe to come down. He was already gone though. He must have escaped while she was rounding up the last hen. Climbing the tree herself, she sat on the branch he was trapped on and scanned for him.

He was long-gone. She felt even worse about laughing at his misfortune. He very rarely got a chance to feel like the prominent hero, and his big moment with freeing the chickens was instantly ruined by those he had saved. Ladybug wondered if that was somehow karma for using his power to release them in the first place when that wasn't what they were there to do.

“I don't think a blanket is a good enough gift,” she muttered to herself. “I'll have to find something even more special for him for Christmas.” The wheels again churned as she swung back home to start up a new list. Her gift had to be perfect for Chat Noir. She knew that much for sure.

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Past Loves and Future Babies pt. 7

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“Good morning huckson.”

Steve blinked owlishly standing in the doorway of the bedroom staring at Dixie. Seeing her awake before him was a sight he wasn’t quite used to. In Fact he wasn’t sure he had, in the almost three weeks of living together, seen her up before noon. Already wide awake and ready for the day, the perky girl was holding a mug of coffee in her hand with a huge smile on her face.

“Where did you get that apron?”

Dixie giggled twisting the frilly pink apron slightly. “Do I look like a little housewife because I’m getting those major June Cleaver vibes.”

Chuckling Steve nodded even though -like most of her references- he had no idea what she was talking about. But her excitement was always infectious. Letting out a yawn he ran his fingers through his hair which only made his bed head worse. He reminded Dixie of the small dog, Beaver, she had as a child. The little dog’s ears used to fold over when he fell asleep on the couch only to wake up with a growl looking around as if ready to fight off the world. Poor little thing use to think he was a lot bigger than he really was.

She had loved that dog

“What are you making?” Steve broke through Dixie’s daydream about her first cuddle buddy as he looked over her shoulder at the slightly smoking pan. White blobs that were darkening around the sides looked up at him. “It looks… interesting.”

“It’s supposed to be pancakes but… I may just see if I have better luck with cereal.” Dixie mumbled poking the centers of the cakes making them oze slightly.

Grabbing two bowls Steve went for the cabinet that Dixie had stocked with all kinds of cereals. Each with its own colorful cartoon mascot on the front and prize inside. A week into moving in she had told him that she was an adult and was going to eat like one and then ordered a huge supply of every surgery cereal she could find.

Not that Steve could complain, especially after she showed him the wonders of mixing cocoa pebbles into your ice cream.

“So what’s the occasion for the cakes?”

“I wanted to try something new,” Dixie mumbled, scraping the charred bits into the trash. “It’s been officially three weeks since I moved in and no fights.”

“Has it only been three weeks?”

“Feels like an eternity doesn’t it.”

“In a good way.”

“That’s sweet of you to say.” Dixie took her bowl of Lucky Charms, taking a bite before moving to a seat on the kitchen bar. “So what are Mr. America’s plans for today?”

And their morning started. Each of them making plans over rainbow marshmallows. Helping each other grab water and napkins while moving around the kitchen. Both of them being super domestic

Steve didn’t even realize how much he had settled into their routine until he was handing Dixie her yoga mat on his way out for his run with Bucky and Sam. Her face lighting up as he mentioned maybe taking her to the beach over the weekend sometime since she had been saying she had wanted to go.

As he ran laps with Bucky and Sam he knew what he had to do. What Dixie deserved to know.

Because she was right, they were a team.

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Having book time with Wanda had become a thing. Dixie had never been a tea and book girl, more of a “let’s go hang out at the mall and talk about boys” kind of kid growing up, but there was something about reading it with someone else that… gave it all a new perspective. Plus she didn’t know how Wanda did it but that girl made amazing tea. And sometimes there would even be baked goods to go along with the warm drinks.

And if there was one thing Dixie loved, it was baked goods.

She was turning into a regular little Hallmark girl.

Although she continued to stick to the small collection of trashy books that had been hidden in the corner of the beautiful library.

“I got you something,” Wanda said as they both sat down next to a spread of tea and scones.

“Aww why?”

“Well you were almost done with your book.” handing Dixie a box Wanda shrugged. “I was picking up some other books from a local used book store and I saw them in a dollar bin and couldn’t resist.”

“Are these?”

“Yep, amazing painted covers and everything.”

“Look at that hair.” Dixie giggled running her finger over the worn frayed paper cover. The man that held the beautiful buxom woman had the most beautiful hair. Honestly, Dixie was jealous. What shampoo did he wear?

“I am so excited to read these! Thank you so much.”

“Thank you for keeping me company.” Wanda said playing with the hem of her shirt. “It gets kind of… lonely here sometimes.”

Dixie felt a pang of guilt in her stomach. She always seemed to feel sorry for herself and how she felt out of place and alone here but she never really stopped to consider how the other heroes lived. What they had gone through, what trials they had had to face in their lives that brought them here.

It was probably something way more fun than a time magician telling you your future child to save the world.

Growing up, for whatever reason, Dixie had always had a hard time making and keeping friends. The fact that Wanda had come to her and took the time to make her feel at home really meant something.

From her morning with Steve to this afternoon with Wanda Dixie was starting to feel like maybe…

Maybe she belonged.

Or at least fit in for now.

It was good not to be hated by your roomates.

“Well cheers.” Dixie said, holding up her cup of tea, “to keep each other company and hair goals.”

Wanda giggled holding up her glass clinking the porcelain together. “I can’t wait for you to explain the plot to me in great detail.”

“Oh you know I will.”

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“So you’ll never guess what happened… what’s up?” Dixie froze in the doorway of their apartment, the box of books in hand. Steve looked up from the couch where he was pensively sitting. Something about the way his blue eyes looked up at her through dark lashes told her he was about to say something she wasn’t going to enjoy hearing. Her stomach lurched slightly feeling sick. For a moment she wanted to run.

So much for fitting in.

“I… I want to tell you about something… or someone.”

“Ok” slowly she took a seat next to him, pulling her legs up underneath her. Calm down Dixie, he’s not upset with you. This is good, he’s opening up more. Taking a few calming breaths she tried to calm her heart. Tried to keep her mouth busy taking in air and not blabbering out her nerves.

They both sat in silence for a moment. It stretched across them filling the room. Sticky and sour Dixie wanted to open a window, or jump out of it.

“Do you remember how I was saying that I wasn’t going to be around?”

“Yeah?”

“Well there was… someone.” he paused fumbling with a small folder he had been holding, “I… she… I had the chance to go back but.” pulling out a small photo he handed it to her, “It was too late, she had moved on.”

Dixie took the black and whtie image, a beautiful dark haired woman smiled sassily up at her.

“Well fuck Steve, she’s georges. I would leave everyone for her too” Dixie said looking over the image.

“You’re beautiful too” Steve rushed to say, making Dixie wince slightly waving away his protests about their looks.

“I mean I know that but… like look at her.” Dixie held up the image of Peggy to her own face. “You can’t even compare us.”

“Yeah I guess.”

Dixie hadn’t really been that into history (or school) so she didn’t know much about the Howling Commandos. And after she had to go move in with their leader she had decided not to do any googling beforehand.

Better to keep your expectations and knowledge low.

“But It’s ok whatever you want to talk about, it’s ok.” Gently Dixie took his hand putting the photo on the coffee table. It was moments like these she wasn’t that good at. The sad ones. The ones where someone was trying to work through their emotions. “What happened?”

“I wouldn't even know where to start.”

“It doesn’t matter, go all over the place. I’ve seen Inception I can keep up”

He was right, there was so much. Peggy had been more than just who he had been before but she was also where he came from. Like Bucky, in many ways Peggy was what made Steve Rogers Captain America.

She was etched in his very being, written into his DNA.

They ended up talking for hours moving from the couch to take a walk around the compound until late into the evening.

Dixie had never assumed that Steve and her would work out. From the moment they had met. Yet they were fated to have a child together in whatever timeline mambo jumbo the gold ol’ Doc Strange had come from. But having a child didn’t mean anything. It could have been a one night stand, or a horrible ending relationship.

Or maybe Dixie was a different person then.

Or maybe Steve was.

So Dixie had decided before she got into that cab that no matter what she would keep this professional. That she would not feel anything romantic, she couldn’t let disappointment or that kind of hurt back into her life.

But under the stars listening to this man retell his heartbreak she couldn’t help but wish she could take it back. There was something tragically romantic about letting yourself love that way.

Maybe she had been reading too many romantic stories.

“You know, honestly, I’m envious.”

“You’re envious of my broken heart?” Steve asked

“No, I just. I never let myself feel that way. Pulling her legs up to her chest Dixie looked up at the inky black sky.

“It’s not about letting yourself, when it’s right… when you find that person you’ll understand.”

“I won’t” she whispered so softly picking at the grass at her feet. The words slipping from her lips before she even meant to say them aloud. Steve wasn’t even sure he heard it. Turning he looked at her as she threw the blades into the endless sea of green they were sitting in. .

“What?”

“Huh?” she blinked turning to him, her eyes wide, lips pursed. Looking like a child who had just been caught saying a bad word.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

He wasn’t going to push it. She had given him time to tell her about his secrets and he would just have a wait for her to tell him his.

“You know” she said, pulling him back to them sitting there. To the night of stories and screits. “our kids are going to be adorable. I hope they has your eyes.”

Something about the sight of her. Curled up next to him with her arms wrapped around her knees pulling them close to her. The way the sky was so filled with stars, the silver moon giving the only light around them. Steve felt a warmth spread about them, even with the cool night air. “I hope they have your sense of humor.”

Leaned forward he kissed her. Enjoying her taste, the way she seemed to melt into him. Her body so soft and delicate.

“Oh but not my amazing looks?” she asked as he pulled away. That large smile on her face, eyes bright. Steve felt his heart skip slightly. She was so adorable in such unexpected ways.

“Those too.”

“No, you can’t take it back” she giggled grabbing his hand pulling him up. He watched her as she struggled to pull his large body up.

“What?”

“Dance with me.”

“There is no music.” he laughed getting up.

“So?” She shrugged before starting to hum softly. He wrapped his arms around her enjoying the feeling of her small curvy body pulled up to his.

“I’m glad it’s you.”

Dixie paused looking up at him, blinking rapidly, “What?”

“I’m just” he sighed, kissing her forehead, “I'm glad.”

“If you had to heal from a soulmate level heartbreak it was with me?”

“I didn’t…”

“No, I… that’s a huge compliment. Thank you Steve.”

“Our child will be lucky to have you as a mother.”

As they slowly swayed under the night sky Dixie couldn’t help but get swept up in the moment. That feeling a stability that she got when she was in his arms. That feeling of truly having a place to belong. A life that wasn’t just one day to the next.

In his arms she had to remind herself that nothing had changed. That he wasn’t hers and that she was a woman outside of this that she could never run from.

But in his arms it was hard to keep herself focused.

And that scared the shit out of her.

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strangelock221b · 4 years

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Gingerrose prompt: Modern AU, it's Christmas and Hux is "bah humbugging" the season while Rose is full of holiday spirit, and he doesn't get into the spirit of the season until someone else brings out the mistletoe and Hux and Rose get caught under it.

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“One more,” Rose said, grinning, just before she placed another shopping bag in Armitage’s hand. He already had his arms wrapped around the bulkiest bag while two more dangled from each hand.

“It’s becoming all too clear why you dragged me out here,” he muttered. Still, he dutifully followed her out of the latest store and over to her SUV.

She unlocked the trunk then grinned at him as she opened it. “I needed someone with long arms and enough stamina to survive an all-day shopping trip.”

Armitage raised an eyebrow as she took the first bags from him. “And what do you know of my stamina?”

Rose blushed and prayed he’d only think it was from the cold. “You work out all the time, I assume it takes a lot to tire you out.” She busied herself with properly stowing the various bags to avoid meeting his eyes.

The two of them had been best friends for years and had even started an engineering company together but lately, Rose found herself wanting more from him. It’s like I turned around one day and there he was, hot as hell and I had only just noticed. Not to mention he’s marshmallow sweet under that brittle exterior. And he’s one of the few people I can truly depend on no matter what.

“My stamina may hold out, but my patience is another matter,” he muttered darkly.

“I heard that,” Rose said, grinning at him as she finally closed the trunk and locked it again. “Okay, next store.”

Armitage groaned quietly but still followed her back into the shopping mall.

She treated him to a late lunch once her shopping was done. Armitage was never fond of chain restaurants, especially ones full of kitschy décor, but his growling stomach won out over his taste. Seated across from Rose in a booth as far from the front doors and the cold outside as they could get, he was struck once again by how truly gorgeous his best friend was.

I’d ask her out in a heartbeat if I thought there was even a chance she’d say yes. But no, I’m her friend, nothing more. I should be thanking my lucky stars that she even considers me a friend. No one else does. Her friends tolerate me at most.

After they gave the waitress their orders and she gave them their drinks, Rose smiled at him. “Did you get an invite to Finn and Poe’s wedding?”

Armitage rolled his eyes. “Yes, but I have to wonder at the wisdom of a destination wedding in Orlando.”

“They want everyone to have fun at Universal Studios, not to mention they’re still boycotting Disney. I think it’ll be a blast.”

“Are you going to bring a date?” he blurted, the words sneaking past his filter like some resistance fighter getting past a guard.

It was Rose’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “The wedding’s not for three months, but I seriously doubt it. I’ve had no luck with guys lately. It’s gotten to the point where I don’t know if the problem is them or me.”

“It’s them,” he insisted, earning him a grateful smile, then more unfiltered words came out. “You’re perfect.”

She let out an unladylike snort. “Hardly.”

“You are.”

“If I’m so perfect, then how come I haven’t had a serious relationship in over a year?”

“Men are idiots.”

Rose burst into giggles at his perfectly straight face. “Present company excepted?”

No, I’m the biggest idiot of them all. Thankfully, he didn’t blurt that out. “I suppose.”

She grinned. “Well, women are idiots too – you haven’t had a serious relationship for longer than I have.” Their food arrived and Rose started on her fries when the waitress left again. “You’re a definite catch, Armie – intelligent, sophisticated, driven, not to mention really hot, especially since you grew the beard.”

He self-consciously reached up to touch his short beard. “You think so, do you?”

“Yep. Rey said that if she hadn’t met Ben, she definitely would’ve tried her luck with you.”

That was certainly news to him, but nothing could surprise him more than Rose thinking he was hot. “Yes, well, she would have been disappointed.”

“Not your type?” Rose guessed, grinning.

Of course not – she’s not you. “Something like that,” he muttered.

“Right. Eat, Armie – cold French fries are nasty.”

He rolled his eyes then dutifully started on his food.

They were headed back to their part of town when Rose said carefully, her eyes on the road, “I may have told Rey and Ben we’d stop by their Christmas party.”

Armitage groaned quietly. “That’s tonight, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

The last thing he wanted was to be at a party where he only knew a handful of people. “I’m not in the Christmas spirit.”

“Are you ever?” she asked, relaxing. “You’re the Grinch and Ebenezer Scrooge rolled into one. Your secretary tried to decorate for Christmas and you wouldn’t even let her hang mistletoe.”

“I’m trying to save the company from a sexual harassment suit.”

She smiled a bit. “It’s only harassment if the other person is offended.”

“You’re saying I should be like you – strings of lights on the walls and a tree in the corner?”

Rose giggled. “I think our customers would think you’d been replaced by a pod person.” She stopped at a red light then gave him her most charming grin. “Please, Armie? It’ll only be a couple of hours then I’ll take you home.”

I never could resist her. He sighed heavily. “Very well.”

“Yay!”

Rose led the way up the steps to the Solos’ house, a newly-purchased bottle of wine in one hand. Armitage was right behind her, and she prayed he wasn’t going to be the specter at this feast. I gotta get him into a good mood somehow.

A beaming Rey let them in. She and Ben had only been married a month but Rose had to admit that marriage looked good on her best friend.

They were just passing through the kitchen when Rey said, “Stop!”

Rose stopped dead, Armitage so close behind her that she could feel his warmth seeping into her and she had to suppress a shiver. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Rey said, grinning delightedly. “Look up.”

She dutifully looked up and couldn’t help the groan that escaped her when she saw they were standing beneath the mistletoe. Oh God, anything but that…

Armitage scowled. “Do you really expect me to kiss Rose just because you hung a plastic facsimile of a tree parasite from the ceiling?”

“It’s a year of bad luck if you don’t,” Rey said, grinning.

“I don’t give a damn about bad luck,” he muttered.

“Not for you – for Rose.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”

“The superstition only says girls who refuse to kiss under the mistletoe will have a year of bad luck, it doesn’t say anything will happen to the boys.” Rey smirked. “But I think not getting a kiss from Rose is bad enough, don’t you?”

Rose threw up her hands in annoyance. “Just forget it, both of you. Armie obviously doesn’t want to kiss me-”

Her next words were cut off by Armitage pulling her to him and kissing her like they were alone instead of surrounded by her friends. Someone, probably Poe, started whistling and she swore she heard Finn mutter, “Finally!” but all of that faded to background noise as Armitage kissed her. It was full of passion and promise and Rose did her level best to catch up.

I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but damn, I approve.

When breathing became a necessity, he ended the kiss but then moved his very talented mouth to her ear, murmuring, “I’ve wanted to do that for far too long. What do you say to us leaving now?”

Rose grinned, almost giddy with happiness. “We just got here,” she murmured back.

“Don’t care.” He raised his head to look at the others, who were all grinning like idiots at the little show they’d put on. “If you’ll excuse us, my partner and I have some negotiations to attend to.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Poe said, smirking.

“Have fun,” Rey said, grinning.

Not waiting for any other responses, Armitage took her hand and led her out of the house and back to the car. Rose couldn’t help thinking that Christmas had come early.

And nothing can beat this gift.

#fandom christmas in july #star wars #gingerrose #modern au

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skittlesfics · 5 years

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Live a Latte - Loki x Reader

Name: Live a Latte

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1,393

A/N: Don’t worry, that horrible pun isn’t actually anywhere in the fic. Based on this imagine by @imaginestuffandthangs. Image above created by them as well. My requests are still open!!

Edited to add: Just so y’all know, both of the drinks in this fic are real! The mocha comes from a place called The Ugly Mug in Poughkeepsie NY, they use locally sourced spiced cayenne milk and it is to die for. The Lucky Charms Latte is from Rumours in Danbury CT and if you want a sweet dessert drink, it is to die for. ^^

Loki loathed existing in New York City. Fear, fear, and fear disguised as anger. He had known that humans were weak, but he truly hadn’t expect them to be this… boring. Even an act as simple as going to the grocery store required a level of surveillance that he had grown wary of immediately.

“You need to get out, Reindeer Games.” Loki grimaced as Tony Stark’s voice filled the room. Stark Tower, what was supposed to be his home, was somehow worse than anywhere else, with Tony’s JARVIS having access to the entire tower.

“Excuse me?” Loki snapped, not bothering to disguise his annoyance at the intrusion.

“Go out, meet a girl. At least get a coffee or something. Live a little.” Tony said through the intercom. Loki grit his teeth, taking slow deep breaths as he counted to ten.

“If I go… get a coffee, will you leave me alone?” He asked. His eyes were squeezed shut. He was imagining strolling up to Tony’s lab and punching him directly in the face. It was quite calming.

“Sure thing, Antlers.”

It was settled then. Anything for a shred of privacy. It might have wounded Loki’s pride if he’d had pride left to wound. So long as he was paying his debts, both to Asgard and to the city of New York, he would remain in Stark’s tower. The level of freedom that he was allowed was more than he would ever expect in Odin’s care, and so he endured.

Leaving Stark tower reminded Loki of why he had holed himself in his quarters in the first place. The city stank of fear and rebuilding. People avoided him on the sidewalk. A few people looked as if they may be so foolish as to strike a blow, but none were brave enough. It might have been better to use a glamour but on this, he refused to budge. If they wished for him to atone for his crimes, they would get him in all of his glory.

The coffee shop that actually made passable coffee was four blocks away, and almost always busy. When he got there, however, it was deserted save for the barista, leaning boredly over the countertop. Loki checked his watch, his eyebrows raising when he realized it was thirty minutes until close.

You perked up when he approached the counter, happy for anything to do. Your shift technically ended an hour after close, and if you were caught doing your closing duties early, you could get fired.

“Hi, what can I get you?” You asked, your eyes doing a quick sweep of the customer. Ah.

Loki saw it in your face, the recognition. He waited for what came next: The revulsion, the hatred, the fear. Instead, you kept smiling, waiting for his order.

He was at a loss. He had been expecting you to shy away or refuse to serve him. This was different. This was new. He hadn’t had to navigate a space where the person serving him wasn’t on the verge of kicking him out.

“I… am actually not sure.” He realized out loud, “Do you recommend anything?”

Your grinned broadened, if that were possible, and Loki found himself studying you. Who were you? You bore no direct resemblance to any of the SHIELD agents he had seen, so you weren’t desensitized to his presence that way. He didn’t recognize your face from anything. Why were you not afraid.

“Okay, there’s two things I’ve been dying to try. If you try ‘em both and let me know which is better, they’ll be on the house.” You offered gleefully. There was so much unfiltered joy in your eyes that Loki felt like he might choke on it. Rather than answer aloud, he merely gave a stony nod and you squealed in excitement.

“Sit right there. I’ll be over in a few.”

He sat at the table you specified and watched from a distance as you put together the drinks. You were completely alone in a coffee shop with Loki, son of Laufey, scourge of New York City, and you had squealed with joy. It was equal parts refreshing and confusing. He remembered what Tony told him to do before he left: live a little. He decided not to fret. Loki knew how to talk to a woman. If you weren’t afraid of him, perhaps that was a good thing.

When you joined Loki at the table you had indicated, he was perusing the little lending library set up just beside it. He frowned at yet another harlequin paperback novel description and returned the book to the shelf, wiping his hands on his pants as if he could wipe the romance residue off of them.

“I can’t believe your people read that drivel.” He grumbled, returning to his seat. You laughed, tossing your hair back.

“Most of us don’t. It’s mostly older women that I see with them, honestly. Everyone else knows how to use the internet for what they need.” You said with a shrug. Loki decided not to unpack that statement, feeling a sudden compelling need to wash his hands. You laughed at the way his face twisted in disgust, pushing the two drinks towards him.

“Here’s a distraction. This,” You indicated a broad round coffee cup with a layer of foam so thick that Loki suspected there might not be coffee underneath at all, “Is the lucky charms latte and that,” You indicated a taller, thinner mug with a dusting of red powder on top, “Is The Mexi-Mocha. Let me know what you think.”

Up close, Loki realized that you were aesthetically pleasing. He normally did not get the chance to look closely at mortal women other than the black widow, and he took the chance now. Looking at the way you grinned for him, he almost understood his brother’s missteps with his mortal. Almost.

Loki picked the one with the thick foam up, taking a careful sip. His eyes widened as the sugar hit his tongue, almost overwhelming in its concentrated intensity. The wash of bitter coffee came soon after, still sweet, but not as intense.

“What is in that?” Loki asked, his tongue flicking out to clear the foam from his lip. You found your eyes following the movement of his tongue before darting back up to his eyes. He was smiling, and you knew that you had been caught.

“Have you never had lucky charms? There’s marshmallows in the milk foam.” You studied Loki’s face for a moment, your jaw falling slack, “You’ve never had lucky charms! I guess they don’t really have breakfast cereal, wherever you came from.” You gestured vaguely and Loki shook his head in disbelief. The entire realm of Asgard, dismissed in a handwave. Amazing. You were amazing, in your own flippant way.

“Fine,” You said, sighing, “See if the other is more your speed.” You nudged the drink towards him and he eyed it suspiciously, glancing between the mug and your face. He worried that he might be faced with another onslaught of sugar, but when you looked at him like that he found that he was no longer coherent enough to articulate a no.

He lifted the drink, wincing as he brought it to his mouth to take a sip and oh. It was delectable. Dark chocolate, bitter coffee, a hint of sugar, the lightest dusting of cinnamon, and something that had a bite. He hummed quietly in pleasure before taking another sip.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t like the sweet stuff. Want a to go cup? I’ve got to clean the place up, but I’m fine if you want to sit and sip.” Your voice was hesitant. At first, Loki thought that you were hinting that he should leave, but he realized… You wanted him to stay. You were full of surprises.

“I’ll stay, if it’s no added burden.” He said, taking another sip of his coffee before he could take it back. Your smile softened and you stood, removing the sugary abomination from the table.

“You’re no burden, I like your company.” You said it as if it were obvious. You liked his company. Loki pondered that as you made your way back behind the counter, dumping the rest of the Lucky Charms Latte down the sink. He thought that he might like your company too.

#Loki x Reader #Loki Imagine #Loki Reader Insert #Avengers Imagine #Marvel Imagine #Marvel #1000-1500 #Oneshot #Fluff #So sweet you'll get a cavity or twelve

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straywithmestay · 4 years

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Your Hero

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Superhero AU

Warnings: Copious amounts of fluff and just Jisung being Jisung.

Summary: Jisung, although being a superhero who fights crime on a daily basis, can’t help but be nervous in front of the love of his life. I mean, who wouldn’t go weak in the knees for that smile?

A/N: Hello! This is my first reader insert ever so please forgive how awkward it is. I’m so used to writing in the third person that the second person seems like an alien script to me. Superheroes make me weak in the knees but that just might be Jisung. Also forgive my terrible superhero names - I could not think of one for the life of me.

Jisung ran his hands through his hair as he ran down the crowded streets - it wasn’t the best start to the day. First of all, he had overslept after his night patrol since Felix and Changbin refused to go with him, meaning it took longer; then he went to the wrong place that wasn’t the meeting place. Being a superhero wasn’t easy but seeing everyone smile when he saves the day - that makes it all worth it.

He sucked in a deep breath as he strode into the coffee shop. There she was in all her glory - Y/N L/N. Jisung had met several weeks prior from a mutual friend of theirs setting them up (though he is pretty sure that Chan will never let him live down the fact he bumped into a bin and then apologized to the bin when he first introduced them). “S-Sorry! I-... I didn’t have the-” He started before being interrupted.

“Don’t worry! I just got here! I thought I was late!” You bursted out with a dusting of red, shyly fiddled with your fingers. “I-... I took the liberty of ordering you an iced americano… I-Is that okay?” You gingerly held out the drink with a small awkward smile. Jisung felt his breath catch in his throat at the beauty in front of him. Your H/C hair framed your face and your gorgeous eyes stood out like gems to him, sparkling with life.

“Jisung?” You mumbled - you could have sworn he had mentioned he liked iced americanos. Wait - maybe he wanted a hot americano. Jisung snapped out of his daze, grabbed the drink and took a large gulp before choking on it and gasping from how it had caused a sharp pain to hit from the coldness. “I-It’s my favorite!” He wheezed out as you peered at him.

Jisung heard a giggle escape your lips before it morphed into full blown laughter and he swore that in your laughter, he heard wedding bells. He straightened himself up and smiled, “Let’s sit down.” You reached for his hand and led him to the seat you had saved, where some snacks laid on the table, a little neglected. Y/N was a gift from the heavens and Jisung was sure of that the moment she pushed a few brownies towards him.

You brushed the strands of hair out of your face as you took a bite out of a fresh croissant. Jisung stared as you continued to eat, allowing him to take in your whole face. The rosy cheeks he just wanted to squish, the cute nose he wanted to boop, her luscious lips that just seemed to beg to be kissed. Jisung couldn’t help but soften at the sight of you.

“So, how’s your work?” You ask, after noticing his daze. The man stiffened - clearly being pulled out of his daydream. “Uh, Chan said that the track is almost ready… I just need to add some finishing touches.” He mumbled, wringing his hands. Jisung hadn’t told you anything about the song in detail as he promised you would be the first to listen to the finished version. He racked his brain for some conversation starters - “H- How are your classes?” Jisung almost physically cringed at his stutter. This was the third date and he couldn’t stop getting so nervous. Thankfully for him, you paid no heed to his nervousness. “They are okay - Mrs Choi keeps talking about her husband but what’s new?” You giggle as he tips his head back and groans, “She kept talking about her chiwawa and how it pissed on her rug in my class.”

The butterflies seemingly escaped Jisungs’ stomach as the conversion began to smooth out and flow freely. The more he spoke with you, the more he was sure - he really wanted you to be his girlfriend. Now the problem was: how does he go about asking the question. The two of you continued to exchange jokes and stories (one that stood out to you was how Jisung mentioned how Changbin had wanted lucky charms for breakfast only to notice that there were no marshmallows and how it turned out Felix had picked them all out for his bowl).

Suddenly, screams rippled through the coffee shop as a villain rampaged on outside. Jisung’s eyes flashed with fear and worry. He turned to you and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your seat. “Y/N! Go! Follow the villain evacuation order! I’ll join you in a bit!” Jisung quickly made a break for the bathroom where he pulled out his phone and dialled one of his team mates. “Bring my costume! I’m at the cafe on a date! I di-!” He didn’t get to finish as Felix only seemed to yell a simple ‘Got it!’ before ending the call, leaving him to wallow in the bathrooms in his worry for Y/N.

Jisung wasn’t the best with people in general. He would break out in a sweat. He would stumble over his words. He would accidently snort at a stupid joke. But Y/N made him feel special. You never mentioned how sweaty his hands were when you held them nor would you laugh at how he had to start the sentence 3 times before being able to say it properly. Jisung was completely enamoured with your sweet demeanor and heart of gold. No matter what mistake he made, you would forgive him with a smile that shone like the stars.

Jisung looked up to be met with clothing. “Get changed quick, Quake! He has a power over making air walls!” He heard Felix - or known as Dragon as his hero identity - yell before running out to combat. Jisung slipped on his costume and pulled on his mask. He jumped out of the stall and ran outside to be met with an image that made his heart sink into his feet. Y/N in the villains’ arms with a knife poised at the jugular. Tears stained your face despite putting on a brave face.

He felt the anger bubbling away in him as he stormed over. Without hesitation, Jisung clicked his fingers and two earth walls slammed into the villain with a third thin wall snaking its way to knock the knife out his hand. Dragon leapt back from helping civilians and kicked The villains’ back before making his way to secure some handcuffs on him for a trip to the station. Jisung, as Quake, broke out of his anger and let the walls sink back into the ground.

Fear fueled Jisung as he ran to you. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed people crowding. Being a superhero wasn’t just about protecting people - it was also about keeping a public image. Jisung waved to everyone. “I’m glad you are all okay! I’ll be taking her to the hospital! Thank you for your continuous support!” He yelled, waving before being met with a deafening cheer from the crowds. He grabbed you with desperation and immediately leapt away to a secluded area where you could talk.

Jisung cleared his throat. “A- Are you okay ma’am?” You stared at him. A gasp escaped your lips,“Quake…” He slowly felt his cheeks heat up behind his mask as your face turned into one of pure awe and admiration. A wave of gratitude washed over you as you attacked him with a hug, chanting your thanks. “Umm.. I- I have to tell you something…” He murmured as he pulled away from the hug.

You smiled shyly, “C-Can I take a guess?” Jisung was taken aback. “Uh… I see why not?” He mumbled, wringing his hands behind his back as he peered down at you. Taking a deep breath you met his eyes, “A-... Are you Jisung?” He felt his heart sink. You’d never love him now. You would be in danger all the time. Jisung sighed. He pulled his mask off with a disheartened look. A rush of adrenaline filled you as you held his face and quickly planted a shy peck on his lips. “Wh- What?!” He gasped, touching his tingling lips. “I’ve always loved Quake - the amazing super hero but… I love Jisung too! And to think they are the same person!” At his lack of reaction, regret started to eat away at you. You broke eye contact and whispered, “I-... Is it too early to say the ‘L’ word? D-Did I read it all wrong?”

Jisung felt all the emotions welling up in him and suddenly pulled you in close to make sure you wouldn’t see his glazed eyes. “I- I love you too... But I'm scared….” His grip on you tightened, I’m a hero and that means if someone sees us together…. T- they could…” Jisung trailed off, unwilling to accept the truth. You stroked his brown locks that were a mess from wearing his mask, “Look. I can look after myself and… I’d do anything to be with you.” Jisung pulled back, “You love me as Jisung?” You giggled, placing a kiss on one cheek. “Of course!” You replied. He grinned, “And you love me as Quake?” You mirrored his grin and placed another kiss on the other cheek, “I do.”

Jisung gingerly leaned in. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his warm lips pressed against yours. You held his cheek as he pulled you close, pressing your body against his - desperate for your touch, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go. Jisung felt you smile into the kiss. This was what he would fight for. This is what he would try to protect. This is what makes it all worth it. He pulled back, breathless and full of joy. “Would you be my-” He started only to be cut off with a ‘yes’ and a fervent kiss from you which was happily reciprocated by the brunet.

You were sweet as honey to him. You were the air he breathes. You were the stars that shone in the dark. You were the reason he wanted to make it safe out of the fights. Jisung pulled back and stared at your blushing face. He was going to fight so he could go home to your arms.

He’ll be your hero.

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tastingmellow · 5 years

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It’s Been a Minute

A/N: This is for @nerd-lovely! If you have a request just send it to my inbox and I will for sure get back to you as soon as possible! I switched up a few things, hope you enjoy!

Request: Erik is the reader’s first love from high school and they haven’t seen each other in 5 years. He spots her in the grocery store.

“So...what are we gonna do?” you stared at him, a blank expression on your face as Erik stared back at you. You slowly pulled your hands away from him and he shook his head. “Y/N, listen to me, baby. I love you so much. But the way things are ending up, with you going to a college miles away from mine...it’s the best option.”

You sighed, blinking away tears as you nodded. You gave him a sad smile as he rubbed his thumb over your cheek. “Yeah, I know. Let’s just spend the bit of time we have left together.” You sighed deeply, as he hugged you tightly.

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It’s been five years since that day, you and Erik spent the entire summer together which made it even harder to separate from each other when the time came. The night before you went off to college you and Erik spent the night on his couch, tangled into each other. It was a bittersweet moment.

Through those five years you went to your dream college, met new people, got the job of a life time, and had a beautiful baby boy. You dealt with a few pitfalls as everyone does but it never stopped you from reaching towards your life goals.

Today was like any other Saturday. You woke up, you and your 3 year old son, Jamari, cleaned up the house. The two of you got dressed and sat around for a bit before going on your weekly grocery run.

You were currently walking down the aisles, Jamari walking by your side, his small finger hooked onto your belt loop. It was a habit he developed since he was beginning to walk. It was simple but every time he did it, it made your heart melt a little.

“Mommy, can I go get some Lucky Charms?” Your son spoke, and you looked down at home before glancing up at the aisles. Luckily the feral aisle was in front of you so you smiled and nodded. “Go ahead, grab two boxes.” You watched as he nodded, making his way down the aisle in front of you as you turned to pick out the meats you would cook for this week.

Jamari looked over the cereal before recognizing the familiar box. Unfortunately, it was three shelves above him. He huffed, standing on his toes, weakly reaching for the box. When he couldn’t reach he turned, looking for someone to help. He noticed a tall man with a short haircut he was reaching for a different box.

Jamari cautiously walked to him and pulled his pants leg. The man looked down and slightly smiled before squatting down. “How can I help you little man?” The man asked kindly and Jamari gave him a big smile. “My mommy says I shouldn’t talk to strangers but I really want to get our favorite cereal.” Jamari turned and pointed up.

“The Lucky Charms?” The man asked and Jamari nodded. The man reached up and grabbed the box. “She said get two.” Jamari called out and the stranger nodded grabbing another.

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Erik had been grocery shopping that day, just trying to get a couple things for his pantry. He was looking for Cheerios when a little boy came up and asked him for help.

“She said get two.” The little boy spoke and Erik grabbed another box of Lucky Charms. He took a moment to look at the boxes, a brief memory of his high school girlfriend popping up in his hand. He remembered that you loved Lucky Charms. He even got you a basket of Lucky Charms marshmallow treats.

“Mister...” the small voice called out, snapping Erik from his daze. “Oh, I’m sorry little man. I was just reminded of someone I knew who really loved Lucky Charms.” He handed the boy the boxes and watched as he tilted his head. “Really?! Maybe they love them as much as me and mommy, where are they?” The boy asked and Erik shrugged.

“I haven’t talked to that person in years, but I hope they’re doing okay.” The boy nodded. “Well, you’ll run into them again! But thank you, sir!” The boy said politely before running off to a woman. He tapped her leg and she turned around, squatting down grab the boxes.

When the woman turned Erik felt some of his breath leave his body. She had grown up a lot but she somehow still managed to look the same. His lips turned up into a smile as his eyes met hers. He glanced down at the boy, seeing him pointing back at him.

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You stared at the man, blinking as you took in his features. He had built more muscle and grown a beard. He looked great and he still had that boyish smile you loved as a teenager. You smiled lightly before looking back to your son. “How about you go get the gentleman so that I can thank him?” You nodded towards Erik and your son nodded. He handed you the boxes before running off to the man.

“My mommy want to thank you for helping me.” Jamari grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him towards you. Erik cleated his throat slightly as he walked along with the boy before smiling wider as he came face to face with you.

“Well...hey, I just really wanted to thank you for helping my son.” You spoke, holding out your hand. Erik glanced at it before rolling his eyes. He dropped his basket and wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you into a tight hug. You laughed and hugged him back.

“Ahem.” Jamari cleared his throat and you chuckled. Erik squatted down and looked up at you. “Remember when I told you about that person I knew who LOVED Lucky Charms?” Jamari gasped and looked up at you. “You know my mommy?!”

“I do, she was, and still is, the love of my life.” He looked at you and stood up. You smiled as your son hooked his finger into your belt loop. “You look...amazing, Y/N.” Erik spoke, moving a braid from in front of your eye. You smiled and gave him a kiss once over. “You don’t look to bad yourself.”

He chuckled and licked his lips. “How about...I take you and...” he paused. “Jamari!” Your son answered. “How about I take you and Jamari our for a movie and dinner tomorrow? So, me and you can catch up?” You smiled and nodded.

“How does that sound Jamari?” Your son looked up at you, then to Erik. “As long as there’s ice cream!” You chuckled and nodded. “I guess you have to get him ice cream too.” You spoke and Erik chuckled. “I’ll make sure to do just that.”

You and Erik exchanged numbers and chatted a little more before you both went your separate ways. You finished up your grocery shopping. You loaded your groceries in the car and put Jumari in his car seat before getting in yourself.

You smiled as your phone dinged, the message reading ‘Hey, mamas. It’s Erik, save my number under “Husband”. You chuckled lightly before rolling your eyes. “Mommy, I like Mr. Erik.” Jamari spoke as he ate a Receese’s peanut butter cup. “I do too, honey.”

#erik killmonger x reader #erik stevens au #erik killmonger au #big daddy erik #erik stevens x reader #erik killmonger x black reader #Bold’s Fics

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