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melodylnoelle · 1 year

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Kiss It Away

I opened my computer to get to writing and realized I somehow never hit post on the one from Friday?? So here it is. Whoops.

The Cards Have Spoken - Week 9 (@brightsun-and-darkmidnight ’s cards)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: Steve Rogers x reader Category: Angst - Hospital Relationship: Shy and flirt AU: Soulmates Warnings/Notes: Injuries and a little suggestive // For these, we are setting it to a minimum of 500 words. You can use these same cards for your own story if you like, but please tag me and @brightsun-and-darkmidnight so that we can see what you do! This was a different one for me, for sure. Please enjoy Words: 1951 Summary: Steve arrives at the hospital after you are hurt on a mission Masterlist

Steve strode at a quick pace through the hospital, searching room by room for you. He knew you weren’t in any of the ones that he passed, but he couldn’t help but look anyway. The tugging in his chest was pulling him forward, and he knew you were close.

At least he knew you were alive. He certainly would have known if you were not – he had heard from Pepper what it had felt like when she lost Tony, and that wasn’t what he was feeling now. It was pure, unhindered longing. And pain.

He let his body move on its own, following the tug in your direction, until he was standing outside of Room 254. The tugging turned to duller, a longing to hold you, and he knew he had found the right room.

He took a deep breath, then another, willing himself to look calmer. The last thing that he wanted was to burst into that hospital room and worry you. He could hear the monitors beeping on the other side of the door and timed his breathing to their rhythm.

When he felt he had calmed enough, he pushed the door open softly and stepped into the room.

His heart plummeted to the floor as he took in the extent of the damage. Your arms were wrapped up completely from mid-bicep to the knuckles. Your forehead had a bandage just above your left eye, and there was a matching one of the left side of your neck. He was sure, from Bucky’s description of events, that there were more injuries that he couldn’t see.

He internally kicked himself for not going on this mission. It had been his to run, his mess to clean up. But he had things that needed to be taken care of in the compound, so you had volunteered to go in his place. He had trusted that you and Bucky would watch each other’s backs.

What he hadn’t thought about is that the way that you worked together was near reckless. Both of you were two brazen about completing the task at hand, taking whatever risks were necessary and with whatever potential injuries you have to take. Bucky at least had the serum to heal, but that wasn’t the same for you.

Now, you were here in the nearest hospital to the mission site, after throwing yourself within a blast radius full of shrapnel to push a family out of the way. He was surprised, after Bucky explained it on the video call earlier, that you didn’t look worse. Or feel worse. Maybe it was because you were sleeping, but the pain that he could feel on your behalf was duller than he would have expected. It had hit him like wrecking ball initially, but now it was a muted, dull ache.

He watched your eyes flutter open, looking around the room. They settled on Steve after a moment, focusing, and a warm smile touched your face. “Hey, hot stuff.”

“Hey, doll.” He swallowed, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat.

“How’d you get here so fast?”

Steve’s brow furrowed. “I left as soon as I heard, but it’s been a few hours. Took some time to get here.”

“Hours? I thought it was less than that. Must’ve been ‘sleep.”

The slur to your words left his heart aching, until he got close enough to read the IV.

Ah. Morphine. At least now he knew why the pain he felt was so dulled. Preparing himself for the lack of mental clarity and nausea he was about to feel second-hand, he decided to start with the important news. “There’s a quinnjet here to take you back to the compound. Sam and Bucky are at the front desk arranging for you to be released. Then we’ll take you to the infirmary in the compound so Banner can keep an eye on you.”

“Soundss good t’ me.” You frowned. “Can we leave t’ morphine ‘ere? I don’ like how’t makes me feel.”

Steve chuckled. “Better than pain, though, right?” You shook your head. “Alright, we’ll find something else for the pain, then.”

“Thanks.” You shifted, sitting up in the hospital bed. “Can we get s’me food, too? ‘M starvin’.”

“Course you can. Anything you want, doll.”

“Maybe fast food? Or shwe… shawarma?” Steve tried not to laugh as you struggled to get the word out. “Or maybe poutine? I havn’ had pout’ne ‘n forever!” You smiled, then leaned back on the bed, still half-sitting. “Man, ev’rything sounds good.”

This time, Steve let himself laugh a little. “How about we get you feeling better, and then I will get you everything on that list, ok?”

“’Kay. ‘M gonna keep a list, trust me.”

“I believe you.” He felt the slow roll of nausea go through his stomach. “You ok?”

“Yea… maybe ‘s not best for me t’ eat right now, anyway.”

“No, probably not.” It was quiet for a moment before Steve spoke again. “You scared the hell out of me, you know?”

“’M sorry.” You closed your eyes as you spoke. You sat like that through another roll of nausea, and then met his gaze. “There was a family there.”

“I know, I heard. Bucky told me.” He clarified when you looked confused. “But you could’ve been hurt so much worse. You got lucky.” You hummed in agreement. “Just promise me you’ll be more careful next time, ok? ‘Cause I know there will be a next time, I know that. I just… don’t want to lose you.”

You reached out and touched his hand, your skin cool compared to his, and the action instantly calmed his nerves. “I promise, Steve.”

“Thank you.” He took your hand to his lips, placing a quick kiss over your exposed fingers.

“’Nd be nice t’ Bucky, ‘kay? ‘S not his fault, he wasn’t close enough to stop me.”

Steve didn’t say anything, he just kissed your hand again. He had already heard as much when he gave Bucky a panic-driven earful about having let you get hurt.

“Huh.” You drew your hand from his slowly, examining it. “That feels better.”

“Like kisses from me that much, huh?” He joked.

“No… I mean, yes, but…” You trailed off, picking at the gauze wrapped around your hand to remove it.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“’T doesn’t feel like it hurts anymore.”

“That could just be the morphine.”

You took the bandages off anyway and, sure enough, there was not a scratch on your hand. Just two large pink lines – one across your palm, and one just above the wrist – that looked like new skin. Like a cut that had healed over.

“What’d you do?”

His brows knitted together again. “Nothing, I just kissed you.” He stared hard at your hand. He’s experienced second-hand effects from morphine through you before, but it had never made him see things. He probably wasn’t, but he didn’t know how to believe what he was seeing.

He decided to test it, taking your arm again and pulling back the bandage that was over your forearm. There was a deep gash through skin and muscle there, the edges jagged. The skin around it was still red from the wound being cleaned. You flinched at the action, and he felt the dull ache shoot up his own arm. “Sorry. I just want to see something.” He placed a kiss there, careful not to kiss over the cut itself.

He watched with wide eyes as the wound started knitting itself together in front of him. The sensation in his own arm was odd, a weird mix of unpleasant movement of muscle and relief from the lessened pain. He stopped anyway, though, looking to you.

“Woah.” You were transfixed, looking to the way the cut had already partially healed. “I didn’ know ‘t worked like that.”

“Neither did I.” He thought back to all of the times either of you had returned from missions. Steve healed so quickly that he would never have noticed a difference if he kissed you and an injury healed right away. You, though, didn’t get injured often – at least not like this – and you had always had little cuts and bruises fade quickly. He had never made the connection to him before now.

He removed the rest of the bandages from that arm, then, peppering it with kisses as he went. You hummed as he worked his way up to the shoulder, and then to the one on your neck. He could feel the cuts and wounds healing over his own body, the ache lessening slightly.

“You know…” You said slowly as he sat up, looking between you and the heartrate monitor that just spiked. “I ’ve some injuries that are lower, too.”

“Your ribs, you mean?” He looked to your torso then back up to you, shaking his head. “The gown might be in the way for that-“

“No, no. Lower.” You were grinning, the look in your eyes finally making him process what you were saying.

“Y/N!” The look on your face turned to amusement as he felt the blush creep up his neck and to his face. “We’re in a public hospital!”

“’n a private room ‘n a hospital,” you teased.

“And you’re injured, that’s surely not the time.”

“But your kisses ‘re clearly magical,” you were smiling, but patting his hand. “Fine, fine, I c’n wait. But no ‘firmary when I get there, ‘kay?”

A nervous chuckle made its way through his lips as there was a knock on the door, and then Bucky entered. His cheeks were flaming. Of course it had to be Bucky. He would have heard all of that.

“Hey, guys. Sorry to interrupt.” He gave Steve the look before giving you a once over. “All the paperwork’s done. Sam’s getting the jet ready, but we’re clear to get you out of here.”

“Than’ god,” you sighed.

A nurse walked in behind him, listing off instructions as she started taking off all of your connections to the monitors. Steve rose and backed away, letting her remove the IV from your arm. He let out a breath, looking forward to when the morphine finally wore off in your system so he could think more clearly.

“Your clothes are right over there,” the nurse said. “A little privacy while we get her dressed, boys?”

“I’ll wait in the hall,” Bucky answered with one more pointed smirk at Steve.

“Steve’s fine t’ be here.” You told her before turning to him. “Ya don’ need to be so ‘mbarassed, Steve. He’s heard worse, ‘m sure.” You said as the nurse helped you stand.

That did nothing but make him blush harder.

Steve helped along with the nurse as you got dressed back into your clothes.

“Go ahead and sit while I get you a wheelchair, and then you will be all set.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Steve responded as he lifted you easily, carefully shifting you into a comfortable position to not hurt you further. He was at least grateful that the morphine would dull this. It was better than you trying to walk on your own since he knew you would have adamantly refused the wheelchair anyway/

“My hero,” You said jokingly as he carried you bridal-style through the door.

He chuckled. “Let’s get you home.”

“Home and not t’ the ‘nfirmary, right?” You winked at him.

He sighed, fighting the urge to run and hide from Bucky, who was walking ahead of you and now chuckling to himself. “No, doll. No infirmary.” As uncomfortable as other people overhearing that was, internally he was also very excited to test this theory that kisses between soulmates could heal.

#the cards have spoken #steve rogers x reader #writing

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/2 Summary: Bucky finds peace in Wakanda, however a goat that reminds him too much of Steve Rodgers gets the name, Punk. Even when Punk gets a shield...It is not how Bucky expected things to go...

Index Card Challenge - The cards have spoken! My good friend, Melodylnoelle and I created a writing challenge with index cards to post weekly. The minimum word count is 500. For this particular fic the cards chosen are: Everything dealer’s choice (Week 12)

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Bucky had mentioned the funny idea of giving Punk a shield for his head and she thought it would be entertaining as well. Bucky had watched Punk run around cheerfully with the shield attached to his head. He tried to ram into a post of few, and Bucky did not see any issues with Punk being affected. His hope was that the little goat would not suffer anymore head injuries apparently came true.

Bucky closed and locked the fence and decided to take a quick nap. Everything would be fine.

Bucky woke well rested, like the stress and worry for Punk had gone away. He stretched his muscles and then went out of his hut to see all of the goats gone… His heart plummeted when he saw a hole in the fence.

He went in search for the goats, if Punk was free the first place he should look is where the rhinos were. The little troublemaker was always trying to start fights with the biggest things he could find, just like Steve.

On his journey for Punk he found a few goats who followed him when he called for them. Like he told Ayo, the others listen.

He did not find any goats by the rhinos, that was a relief. He looked in the surrounding areas. Found a few more goats…

Then he noticed T’Challa, Shuri, Ayo, and Okoye… Shuri holding the custom shield, Punk being guided on a lead by Ayo. The little goat trying his best to get away.

T’Challa was the one to speak… Saying that the idea was entertaining when he first heard what they did to Punk… However, no one was prepared for the amount of chaos that Punk would create with the protection given to him. Bucky listened about what Punk had done.

He fought with the rhinos, thankfully Okoye was able to get Punk away, then Ayo found him trying to ram into everything and everyone. Thankfully no one was hurt terribly. T’Challa explained that many will have bruises on the lower half of their bodies. Many complaints have been made about the troublesome goat.

The shield protected Punk’s head but only made him more brave. Trying to fight off the four infront of him. Shuri made sure to pick fun at T’Challa that he got hit in the shin but his injury is what helped them restrain the goat and remove the shield.

Cautiously, Bucky asked, “what needs to be done?”

T’Challa held his hand towards Shuri, who gave him the shield. “No more weapons for this goat. There will be a better fence put in with Punk’s ability to escape in mind.”

Okoye spoke. “I feel as if this goat is smarter than we think he is.”

Bucky rubbed his face. “I think you are right, Okoye.”

Shuri handed Bucky the lead to which Punk tried to escape during the exchange. Bucky kept a grip on the lead as Punk backed up close to him then tried darting off, only effectively causing himself to fall back a little.

Bucky sighed as he watched the goat huff and flop down on the grass and make himself comfortable.

Bucky looked at the others, “thank you for bringing him back.”

T’Challa spoke hopefully, “For everyone’s sake… Hopefully Punk will never get loose again.”

Bucky hoped for that more than anything in the world…

If you like this, want to continue and/or want to read my other works, here is my masterlist! Also the Cards Have Spoken masterlist!

#Punk the goat #bucky #wakanda #brightsun-and-darkmidnight #punk is back #the cards have spoken #index card challenge

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drbrownscelray · 4 months

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#the cards have spoken

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incessantscreech2000 · 2 years

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anotherpapercut · 3 months

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trying to email someone I barely know to see if they can give me free stuff. wish me luck

#he works at a local kids science museum and id really like to work w them on something but they charge way too much #the boys and girls club doesnt have a lot of money lmao #he said they might be getting a grant for field trips soon tho sooooo #im just so awkward #i know hes kind of awkward too tho. weve spoken a couple of times and hes cool #im emailing from my work email bc that seemed more professional but i honestly wouldve preferred to like call him #but i lost his fuckin card that he gave me lmfao

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vacantgodling · 3 months

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TCOL CHARACTER TOURNAMENT

ROUND 3

#tcol character tournament 2024 #s: tcol #it should honestly be illegal to pit these two against each other #but the cards have spoken

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davidfosterwallaceandgromit · 2 years

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Interaction i have daily, with any given pair of boy students:

ME: [boy and boy], stop it. Let go, stop touching each other.

BOY #1: Miss Smith, this is my boyfriend.

BOY #2: We’re in love.

ME: That’s very nice. Now stop touching each other.

BOY: Miss Smith, are you homophobic??

ME:

#hghgehfegrwgw #like guys read the room #GIRL students do not have this problem. today a girl i have barely spoken to gave me a thank you card addressed to 'mx smith'#ROOM = READ

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voidscarredadjudicator · 1 month

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Not sure if this has been asked yet, but would you consider setting up some sort of donation page to allow others a way to support your work? 🙂

The thought has crossed my mind, but it's one of those things where getting money involved would turn something that's mainly a hobby into something of an obligation, since it would put me in this mindset of "people are giving me money for me to write so I need to do this pronto", and I feel that would negatively impact the overall quality since I'd basically pressure myself into writing when I'm not exactly in the right mindset for it. I know donations aren't the same thing as commissions but that is just how my brain works 🙃

Plus I wouldn't even know where to begin with setting something like that up anyways. All of that said, I might start looking deeper into it if the demand for it picks up - but as it stands, with how glacial the content drip has been from me, I don't think I'd even be able to bring myself to make a donation page with a straight face.

#The Adjudicator has spoken.#“hey y'all did you enjoy all the nothing i made in the past eight months?”#“if you want to support my work on nothing. you're in luck! as i now have a ko-fi!”#“for every dollar made on my ko-fi that's another day's worth of nothing produced by yours truly”#that's kinda what the idea of making a donation page sounds like in my head rn #if i made a donation thing i'd want it to have at least some kind of benefit for y'all #like. $5 gets you access to a channel in a discord server where i post WIP snippets for feedback #$10 gets you a photo of me giving you a thumbs up #$50 gets you a code for a $50 Fortnite vbucks card. don't play Fortnite? too bad #$100+ and i will show up at your house with 3 revolvers. 2 are empty. 1 has a single bullet. pick 1 and i'll pull the trigger 6 times #i'll also juggle them for some reason #it won't be you or i in danger. it will be a smallfry plushie that i'm aiming at #little bastard knows what he did

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timbourinedrakejr · 3 months

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never let me go to the club, because i WILL kiss all the homies goodnight and buy everyone food and drinks and confess my love to people i vaguely recognise from uni (i am aro).

#i sent a love confession to the DJ it was that bad tonight #photobooth with a stranger #tarot cards with friendly drunk girls #and a successful ambush on two fellow animation students that i have never spoken to before (they did not recognise me)#i call tonight a success

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melodylnoelle · 1 year

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Change of Arrangements

Hello! This one is from brightsun-and-darkmidnight’s cards from this week. I will post the one from last week later tonight, and then we will be all caught up from our Christmas hiatus!

The Cards Have Spoken - Week 7 (@brightsun-and-darkmidnight ’s cards)

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: Dealer’s Choice - Loki x reader Category: Fluff - Proposal Relationship: Friends with Benefits AU: Mafia Warnings/Notes: Mentions of violence // This one is in the same universe as the Mafia AU one from Week 1. // For these, we are setting it to a minimum of 500 words. You can use these same cards for your own story if you like, but please tag me and @brightsun-and-darkmidnight so that we can see what you do! This was a different one for me, for sure. Please enjoy Words: 2639 Summary: Loki takes a leap of faith to turn his friends with benefits relationship into something more Masterlist

Loki woke up with a plan that morning. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it the entire day while he was getting some things done for Thor, anticipation coloring his every thought and move. He made quick work of everything, rushing through things while still being precise, so he could move on to the most important thing on the agenda that day.

He had to see you.

At the end of his work, he got himself cleaned up, changing into one of his many copies of his all-black suit. He double checked his pockets, making sure he had the most important item for the day’s plan, before heading out of the warehouse and onto the dark New York City streets, signaling for his driver to follow. The driver opened the backseat door of the sleek, blacked-out Lexus, and they were off.

It was a short car ride to get to your house, and the driver hadn’t needed to ask where Loki was headed – after all, it was Tuesday. It was the one night of the week that Thor didn’t bother Loki unless it was an emergency, as it was reserved for you.

His anticipation started shifting into nervous anxiety over the short ride, and as the driver opened the door for Loki to get out. He could feel it spreading from his chest all the way to his limbs, but he refused to let his hands start shaking. No one ever say his nerves.

You had greeted Loki at the door before he could even knock. “Hey there, gorgeous.”

“Hello darling. You look ravishing as usual.” He took in the sight of you, and while his words were suggestive, his heart gave a little nervous flutter. It had been doing that the last several months of this arrangement, with his thoughts going from nothing but lust and need to a different kind of longing and desire. The arrangement had been going on much longer than that – well over a year now – but he had only let himself acknowledge relatively recently that he had broken one particular part of it – no feelings. He had thought emotions were dangerous for the world he lived in at the time. After all, he did work for Thor and, even with his ability to conceal himself when he needed to, there were plenty of people who knew who he was since he was so often with his brother. If it ever got around that there was a lover in his life, they would be at risk.

That was how this whole arrangement had started. He had a need that he couldn’t ignore, and he had found someone who didn’t mind that it would never become a relationship. It was the perfect compromise, and you both got something good out of it.

But then he got to know you. That had never been a part of the arrangement, either, really – getting to know each other. But you had wanted it, and he had found himself unwilling or unable to refuse you that. So the once-a-week sexual meeting became friends with the benefit of being able to have relations, but still with no actual strings attached. He started to see the strength of character in you. You saw him bruised and cut, sometimes bloody if he missed some cleaning up after a job, but you never batted an eye. On occasion, you asked questions, and unlike Thor with Jane, he found himself able to tell you the answers you sought. He left out details sometimes to spare you, but he always told you the truth of things. Even then, you hadn’t run, you just moved along as if it was the most normal conversation two people could have.

It was after those questions kept coming that he thought maybe you could handle everything that being in a relationship with him could be. Sure, he never wanted anything to happen to you – would never let anything happen to you – but he thought that maybe you could handle yourself to navigate his world. And it was something that he never thought he could find.

The question that had caught him most off-guard from you, though, had been about a week ago. It was one that led him to think that maybe, just maybe, you had broken a part of the arrangement to. That maybe this was more than friends, as much as both of you had denied it.

“Have you ever thought about getting married?”

He had scoffed at the question, maybe a little too forcibly. It was just so out of the blue, as you laid in the lawn together looking at the stars. “Of course not. That seems irresponsible.”

“Maybe,” you had conceited with a shrug. “Unless you found the right person.”

“Are you trying to get out of this arrangement, then? You need only ask, you know.”

“No, I’m not objecting to it. That’s not what I meant.” She chuckled a little. “I was only curious.”

He couldn’t deny then that a little relief flooded through him. Of course, if she ever asked, he would go without a word of objection. But that would have stung, and he didn’t want to let her go.

His next question was a tease, that slipped out of his lips before he could think better of it. “Were you trying to suggest it so that I would think about it with you?” His heart had hammered in his chest so loud he thought you might hear it.

“Absolutely not.” You voice had been firm, and it pulled his heart down. Had he really been hoping that you would say yes to that?

But he watched as a blush crept up on your cheeks, and as you turned your face mostly away, looking at something far off. Maybe there was something to what she said.

Before he could ask about it, you had gotten up and walked back into the house. You had come back with drinks for the both of you, and there was no more time for conversation.

He had never brought it up again, but he started watching your behavior a little more. The way that you spoke to him softly. The way that you liked to hold him before he left instead of letting him just leave as soon as you were done. The thoughtful way that you surprised him by having his favorite snacks or drinks around the house all the time. And then the implication had seemed so obvious, he wondered how he had thought that it was anything but you gauging his interest in that at all.

All these thoughts flew through his mind in the time that it took for you to step aside from the door to let him in. He realized he was staring and shook himself of it. Even sure that he was that this was something you had at least thought about, nerves fluttered through his stomach like butterflies. He had fallen for you completely, and wasn’t sure what he would do if you said no.

He thought about the way that Jane left Thor a couple months ago. She still hadn’t been back this time, just like she had promised. Thor had become a wreck, and Loki was sure that he would be the same way.

He forced himself to focus on the moment as you turned to close the door. You leaned your back against it, looking at him. “So,” you asked as you leaned your head back. “What first?”

Loki caught his hands fiddling with the hem of the jacket and clasped them together behind his back to still them. “I was actually thinking that maybe we could do something different today? Maybe have some dinner or something?”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. “Well, that is certainly different, yes. But sure, why not? I haven’t eaten yet.” You kicked off from the door, walking past him to the living room to take your phone from the coffee table. “What are you thinking?”

“I can order it,” he countered, taking his own phone from his pocket. “It was my idea.”

“But it’s my house, you’re a guest.”

“A guest with a good amount of money to use.”

You thought about that for a moment. “Yea, you have a point there. Ok, surprise me.” You set the phone down, plopped on the couch, and waited.

He joined you after a moment. He suggested that you watch a movie to pass the time, since it was something you could just continue doing when the food arrived. He insisted that you pick the movie since he picked the food. You picked Just Go With It, and he held in a chuckle at that. He couldn’t have picked a better movie for this evening if he had thought it through himself.

You talked, laughed, and commented all through the movie. His nerves made this feel like a first date – wondering if she liked him enough for all this, mind racing about where the night would end. But being with you also made it feel like the hundredth date – comfortable, like two people who know each other well, who share secret nights from the rest of the world.

When the movie ended, he found himself holding you, with his arm around you as you laid your head on his shoulder. You were huddled under a blanket, with just a bit of it hovering over him, too. He found himself unwilling to move. It was blissful to just be with you, like this. It made him all the more sure that this was what he wanted.

But would it be what you wanted?

“You know, that’s not usually my type of movie, but I like that one a lot. I think it’s sweet,” you said as you watched the credits roll, still not having moved from his shoulder.

“I would have to agree, it is rather adorable.”

You slid your arm across his abdomen, pulling him a little closer into your embrace. Your head nuzzled in against his neck before setting again. Your eyes closed, and you sighed in a way that sounded content. It made his heart skip a beat. He wanted so many more nights like this, with you touching him like that.

That was until your hand moved across the pocket of his suit jacket, and he knew you felt the small box that was inside it. Heat shot to his face and through his veins as your brows knitted in confusion and you frowned, reaching in for the box and pulling it in front of you to examine it.

“What’s this?” You ran your fingers along the green velvet of the outside but didn’t open it.

Loki’s heart was hammering in his chest. Hem hadn’t exactly decided yet how to ask you. He had wanted the moment to feel right, wanted it to feel… romantic, he supposed. This was not exactly what he had in mind. He could bring himself to find the words to answer you.

When he didn’t answer, you sat up, turning to face him. You looked between him, and the box, a question on your face.

Beads of sweat started to pool on his forehead. This is it, he thought. I am going to be wrong and she is not going to want to see me, or this will be the happiest moment of my life. He opened his mouth to answer but couldn’t get around the lump in his throat. He closed his mouth again.

You started fidgeting with the box, turning to open it. Your eyes widened at the ring inside – a gold band with an emerald in the center of a circle of smaller black diamonds. Your mouth parted as if you were about to say something, and it broke him out of his trance, not wanting to hear a rejection without at least getting to explain himself.

“I am sorry, but I have broken our arrangement.” He started. The words were tumbling out of his mouth, too quick for him to tailor them into something more flattering. “I never wanted someone to be close to me. I thought that my world was too dangerous for anyone to be a part of. But then I met you, and I couldn’t help but fall for you. You’re amazing and beautiful and strong. I didn’t think that you could feel that way for me until you asked me about marriage the other day, and well… I thought maybe…” He trailed off. You waited as he took a deep breath, exhaled it, and started again. “Maybe this is too much. Maybe this is too sudden, but I thought that maybe… Maybe you wanted to marry me, too.”

His heart was so loud in his ears that he thought it might burst. He licked his lips, not sure if he should keep talking or if he should just shut up, leave, and write this off as a failure and not come back. You sat there quietly for a long time, looking between him and the ring.

But you took it from the box, sliding it on your finger. It fit perfectly – as he knew it would. As you admired it, he could see tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Just as he was about to apologize, you smiled widely, and swung yourself around to straddle him.

“When I asked that, you seemed so against it, I thought you were going to end this… arrangement if I said more.” You snaked your arms around his neck and leaned forward to press his forehead to his. “I realized I didn’t want to lose you. I thought if I never brought it up again, you would stay, so I never said anything….” You trailed off a moment, swallowing. “But I love you. I have for a while now.”

Loki didn’t think his heart could take any more without bursting. He closed the space between you, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was slow, with more emotion and passion than any you had ever shared before. Hearing those words from your lips were the balm to his anxiety that he hadn’t seen coming.

“I love you, too.” He allowed himself to say between kisses. He peppered them all over your face, your neck, and then returned a quick kiss to your lips before pulling away, a smirk on his face. “So can I take it that that’s a yes?”

You laughed, throwing your head back. God, he loved that sound. “Well, you never actually asked me, so I didn’t think I needed to answer out loud.”

He chuckled. “I suppose that’s true.” He took a deep breath. “Will you marry me, Y/N?”

You pressed your forehead against his again. He could see the tears building in the corners of your eyes again, but your smile was dazzling. You whispered your answer, your lips ghosting across his. “Yes, Loki. Yes, I will.”

He pulled your face to his, weaving his fingers through your hair and allowing himself to let go of all the nerves he had earlier in the day.

You pulled away again all too soon, placing your hands on either side of his face. “I am going to go get us some wine to celebrate. You wait right here, love.”

Love. You’d never called him any pet names before, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He didn’t know he could like a simple word so much.

“Of course, darling.”

As you rose and strode to the kitchen, he reached for his phone. He sent his driver a text, telling him he could be picked up in the morning, before silencing it and tossing it onto the table. He wasn’t going home, not on this perfect night that he finally could actually call you his.

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Welcome to brightsun-and-darkmidnight

Before we get further...This blog is 18+ so Minors do NOT interact. This place is not for you. If you are a minor or have a blog that I suspect is a bot, your blog will be blocked. Most of my work has explicit content and I am currently trying to explore darker themes. Check the warnings and triggers to decide if you can handle that content. Things will be tagged appropriately, if you feel a tag needs to be added please let me know so it can be addressed. With that being said...

Welcome to the land of (my)Muse. Each idea produced is either as bright and cheerful as the sun, or as dark as midnight with a new moon. Some ideas that the muse finds interest in are short lived and others the inspiration seems to flow forever.

To help keep the Muse inspired on an idea you can try to feed it! It’s favorite food is called, feedback. You can leave a comment, reblog, or send an ask anonymously to feed the Muse with what you liked about its work. Feedback may make this fickle beast latch onto the idea. The Muse is often easy to inspire and flexible with ideas.

Cannon rarely matters in my writing -I prefer to write with Alternate Universes. My top two favorite characters are Bucky and Loki...I use them the most for writing because the Muse loves to use the appearances of Sebastain Stan and Tom Hiddleston. It’s very likely that you will see posts of those actors and tagged “muse fuel” or “for research purposes” or I tagged specific characters and/or fics of mine as well. Feel free to tag me in things with these two actors and see if the Muse is hungry for more inspiration. We can start the tag game that once happened with suggestive or filthy things and tag all that with “this is war” it was fun but Tumblr was not safe to check in public.

Keep the majestic Muse traveling wildly through Tumblr by hitting that reblog button on things you like. Tags on Tumblr are sometimes odd but could help you find things easier on your own blog! That reblog button is a feature on tumblr that will put the post to your dashboard. Reblogs are the only way that the Muse’s creations are able to be seen by others. Likes are appreciated because they are the affection that the Muse loves too, but the Muse loves to run wild. The more people who see the muse, the more likely it will be fed and be energized for more wild inspirations. The muse will not react kindly to those who repost the work it produced -reposting is copying and pasting elsewhere to make your own post. Even if you give credit to me, it is still NOT allowed!

No one is allowed to repost or translate my work. My work is only posted here on tumblr, and on my AO3 brightsun_and_darkmidnight.

AO3 stands for Archive Of Our Own. It is a library for fanfiction and it has a nice feature of being able to bookmark works so you can easily go back to things you once read before or save things for the future. The tagging system is amazing there, and easy to use. Everything the Muse makes me write is posted on my AO3. From now on a link will be shared from AO3, then to here (Tumblr), with the access to the work below the “read more” link/cut so you do not need to leave Tumblr. Each creation will be posted in one of my masterlists that I try to organize the madness and chaos that the Muse leaves for me to gather and organize for all of you lovely followers and those passing through. To keep things as organized as possible, there are two masterlists….

Main Masterlist

-I have been working on this since I began this account a few years ago. There are many things to see here and I hope you enjoy. The Muse is hoping for affection and feedback because of the stuff you enjoyed. A reblog simply saying “I liked this” will make the Muse incredibly happy and probably prance around and show off more.

Index Card Challenge - The Cards Have Spoken! Masterlist

-This masterlist has all the information you need as well as the work that I have created from this weekly challenge. In summary, @melodylnoelle and I, pull index cards with different information/prompts and write something on this game of chance. There have been many different things produced from this challenge and we do our best to post weekly. Melody is an excellent writer and I highly suggest you check out her work too!

#brightsun-and-darkmidnight #The Cards Have Spoken #Index Cards for Writing #Masterlist #My writing #My AO3 #index card challenge #pinned post #The Muse

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