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MUSIC ❀ ｡ ───── Feuer und Wasser kommt nie zusammen ｡ Kann man nicht binden sind nicht verwandt ｡ In Funken versunken steh ich in flammen ｡ Und bin im Wasser verbrannt ｡ Im Wasser verbrannt ｡

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any prns , 6teen , metalhead , singer , writer , aquarius , polish , english , perfect example of procrastination .

[artsyririblobbu]

he has something for u

[rosiiv]

Real cuz I’m sick rn and have to take this every day

[samkwl]

🤏🤏

didn't have a good day, but the sketches remained

[rosiiv]

IS TS MY GORGEOUS NEWT SCAMMANDER??

[sangsangism]

Pet Names

ot8 (individually) x fem!reader || headcanons || est. relationships

ateez masterlist

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Kim Hongjoong

Angel, Babe, Lovey

"Babe could you pass me my headphones?" Hongjoong's voice drifted into your bedroom. You looked up from your book to the doorway, seeing him poke his head in with that dorky smile.

You nodded, reaching to the other side of the mattress to where he threw his headphones that morning. You stretched as you handed them to him, making a show at how far away he was.

He laughed, coming in further to the room and grabbing them.

"Thank you Angel," before he could pull away you grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm. He yelped, letting himself be pulled until he landed over you. Your laughter filled the air around you both as he huffed and pushed himself up.

"Oh Joongie if you wanted to cuddle you could've just said so," you teased, cupping his cheeks as he looked down at you. He sighed, lowering himself just enough to brush his nose with yours.

"Lovey, you don't know what you've started," he said in a low voice, your eyes widening as his hands grabbed your sides. Your laughter rang out louder this time as he tickled your sides.

You begged him to stop but he just shook his head.

"You started this, grabby hands."

Park Seonghwa

Honey, Sweetheart, Love

"I don't know," you sighed, looking around at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed down the fabric, making a face at the cut.

"What don't you know Love?" he asked, smiling at you as you twirled around again.

"Doesn't the seam look weird? Or is it the color?" you groaned, clicking your tongue and going for the zipper.

You flailed for a second, fighting to even find it behind you.

"You pull everything off Honey," he laughed, getting up from his spot to graze a hand over your back. You felt his hand stop on the small of your back and the other pinch the zipper.

You rolled your eyes at his smile.

"You're bias is showing. I need Park Seonghwa the model, not mushy boyfriend," you whined, hands dropping to let him unzip you.

"Bias or not, I'm being honest," he kissed your cheek, pulling down on the metal. "Try the blue one next," he smiled against you.

"I already put on the blue one," you smiled at him through the mirror. His smile turned cheeky.

"I know," he moved back to grab the dress off the hook. "But you should put it on again."

"You really don't even try to be sly anymore, do you?" you laughed. He winked at you.

"No, no I don't Sweetheart."

Jeong Yunho

Baby, Honey, Sweetpea

"Hi Honey," Yunho whispered, hand sliding over your back as he leaned down to kiss you. You smiled, looking up from the menu to receive it. "Sorry I'm late, practice ran a bit long."

You waved him off.

"It's ok, I haven't been waiting long," you watched as he shrugged off his coat, glancing over the open menu in front of him.

You couldn't tear your attention off him, seemingly mesmerized as he rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and picked up the book. He hummed as he read, only glancing up after he seemed to find something.

"What do you want to --" he stopped when he caught you staring, smiling at how you tried to play it off. "What's on your mind Baby?"

You smiled, Yunho seeing the way your cheeks flushed that shade of pink that he loved.

"You act so casual like you don't look like some k-drama lead," you shook your head.

He laughed.

"Well technically I am Sweetpea," he laughed harder at the glare you shot at him.

"Smartass," you made a face at him, smiling and going back to your menu.

"So you think I'm handsome?" he smiled teasingly, menu forgotten in his hand. He leaned over the table, candlelight defining his face even more.

"I think you're annoying," you rolled your eyes. "I take it back, you're more like the comedic relief than a lead," he put a hand to his chest, acting offended.

"You know I'm still a fan favorite."

Kang Yeosang

Angel, Honey, Darling

"Darling," Yeosang's voice was low and husk as his whispered in your ear. You let out a quiet hum, turning over on your side without opening your eyes.

He pushed you onto your back again, wrapping himself around you and tucking his face into your neck.

"Honey, we need to get up," he slowly kissed up your neck, pecking behind your ear before moving to your cheek.

You groaned, sliding the covers higher up on yourself.

"No~," you whined, arms wrapping around him as he slid on top of you. "You're warm," you sighed as his kisses slowed to a stop at the corner of your mouth.

"We have things to do today," you felt him smile as he lifted up just a bit.

"It's your vacation, we don't have anything to do," you groaned, eyes barely opening to look at him. His hair was a mess, a lazy smile on his face as he stared at you.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, bouncing off his skin with a halo like glow.

You could stay looking at him like this forever and it wouldn't be long enough. You raised a hand, running it through his hair a bit.

He leaned into the contact as you slid down to his cheek.

"Exactly, vacation means I finally have time to take you on that brunch date," he laughed, moving back down to your lips. You smiled against him, pulling him even closer as he gave you quick pecks.

"Come on Angel, let me take you out today."

Choi San

Baby, Honey, Sweet girl

"Come on Honey," San stepped into the bathroom, adjusting his sleeves. "We're gunna be late if we don't leave soo-"He dragged the word out, slowly turning it to a whistle. You looked at him through the mirror, seeing him slowly smile as his eyes ran over you.

"Pulled out all the stops tonight hm?" he dragged his eyes back to yours and you recognized the look in them.

"Don't even think about it, I've been in this bathroom for too long for you to mess it up," you warned, glaring at him through the mirror as you adjusted your dress.

His face fell into a pout.

"I didn't even say anything yet," he whined. You rolled your eyes with a laugh.

"Don't even try playing innocent I know that look," your eyes went back to your reflection, running a hand through your hair before smiling satisfied. "Now, were gunna be late remember?"

"Do you truly think so little of me Baby?" he put on that innocent face again, like he wasn't just looking at you like you were a slice of his favorite cake.

"Is that an honest question?" you shuffled past him, moving to the closet to find your shoes.

"Meanie," he huffed, motioning for you to sit on the bed as he grabbed your favorite heels. You smiled at him as he slid them on, fastening the strap around your ankles like it was muscle memory.

"You do that faster than I can," you commented, rolling your ankle around to try and slow him down. It didn't work, his hands sliding down to still the movement.

"Because Sweetgirl," he stood and took your hands, pulling you up and into his chest. You splayed a hand to it, the other staying in his as he leaned down a ghosted a kiss over your glossed lips. "I haven't let you put them on yourself in months."

"And why is that exactly," you asked, eyes fluttering as he put his forehead to yours.

"Hopefully you'll forget how eventually, so even when I mess up that pretty make up you can't leave me," he joked, laughing as you slapped his chest. You smiled and moved away, grabbing your purse and heading to the door.

"You're insufferable," you complained with no real annoyance behind it, your voice full of amusement. His eyes trailed down you again as you walked away.

"You know, we don't have to go to this award show," he debated.

"Come on Mr. Choi, don't even start."

Song Mingi

Babe, Cutey, Doll

"Why hello there Doll," he pulled you into him by the waist, kissing your cheek with a crooked smile. "And what is someone looking so good doing here hmm?"

Your brows raised at him, looking at him surprised.

"Well, she might be looking for her boyfriend, but it looks like all she found was some guy that looks like him but with worse lines," you gave him a cheeky smile.

He pouted.

"Oh, come on Babe, my lines are great," he huffed.

"No, she's right. They suck," Wooyoung threw over his shoulder as he walked out of the practice room.

"Yeah, that one was pretty bad," Hongjoong laughed, following him out.

"Honestly horrible," Yunho laughed, stopping to pat your shoulder. "Don't know how you put up with him," he whispered with a smile.

Mingi flicked his head, shooing him out the door with the rest of them.

"Was it really that bad?" Mingi looked back down to you. You put your hands to his chest, patting him with a smile.

"Just a little, it was nice though," you laughed, reaching up to ruffle his hair a bit.

"I knew it," he kissed your cheek again, this time moving down to your mouth. You laughed into it, arms wrapping around his neck. "I knew you would love it."

"Love is a strong word," you rolled your eyes.

"Keep that up and I'll make those pretty eyes roll for another reason Cutey."

Jung Wooyoung

Baby, Babe, Sunshine

There was one thing you were sure of.

There was nothing more attractive than a man walking in with a bouquet of flowers that you knew were meant for you.

Wooyoung pushed up his sunglasses, pushing his hair back with them as he looked around the cafe before spotting you. You saw his face brighten when he found you.

"Babe!" he smiled widely as he came up to the table, planting a heavy kiss on your forehead before sitting down across from you. "You'll never guess what San told me about his manager and a reporter," he set the flowers down, sliding them over to you.

You looked down at them with a smile, laughing a little as you picked them up to smell them. They were your favorites, wrapped in newspaper and a little string.

"What's the occasion?" you looked back up to him, ignoring his prompt for gossip. He looked at you confused.

"I just got of work and have a good gossip story?" you rolled your eyes, shaking the flowers a little.

"Not that dummy, these," you looked back down to the flowers to emphasize them. His brows raised as he nodded.

"Nothing, I just saw them on my way over here and knew you'd like them," he smiled as your cheeks flushed pink. "Plus, I hadn't got you any in a while," he shrugged.

"I do like them," you set them back down, smoothing the paper down a bit. "Thank you."

"Anytime Sunshine," his hand found yours over the table, thumb running gently over your skin at the sweet smile you gave him.

"So, San's manager and a reporter?" you asked, resting your chin in your palm. His face perked up.

"Oh my god Baby it's an insane story so--"

Choi Jongho

Sweetheart, Honey, Bunny

"Sweetheart~," Jongho practically sung the nickname through the apartment, followed by the sound of his steps sliding on the hardwood.

You could hear his happy hum as he found you in the kitchen, turning to see a bright smile on his face.

He came home ready to surprise you with that he got a few days off. Both of you had been on completely opposite schedules lately, so this total stroke of luck was the best news he had gotten in months.

But as he stepped into the kitchen you turned around, hair falling out its tie and his shirt covered in what he hoped was just flour, he forgot everything on his brain.

"Hi Bunny," his voice melted as he leaned into the door frame. You smiled, leaving your dough on the counter and coming up to him. You cupped his face, squishing them until his lips puckered for you to kiss.

You giggled as you backed away, leaving flour handprints against his cheeks.

"Sorry," you laughed, wiping at the flour only making it worse. That goofy smile stayed on his lips as he looked at you, head tilting into your hand.

"Cookies?" he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You nodded, turning back to where the cookie dough waited for you.

"I'm worried they'll be too sweet," you sighed, looking at the damn sugar jar you knocked over right into the dough earlier. "We really need to change this jar set up," you grumbled.

He laughed, wiping his cheeks as he came up behind you. His chin rested on your shoulder.

"Nothing you make can be too sweet Honey."

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I was going to add some more cheesy ones, but secondhand embarrassment kicked in lol

Also why is San's so long compared to everyone elses? I don't know how that happened

-Kay

[remirtillo]

FUCK ICE

[wild-imagines-and-stories]

Romantic Gestures That Kylo Ren/Ben Solo Would Do

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x reader

Fanfiction Masterlist

Multi Fandom: Romantic Gestures That They Do

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo's romantic gestures aren't traditional or "sweet" in the typical sense—they are intense, possessive, and deeply vulnerable. Because he struggles with his emotions, his affection often comes through in his actions and his presence.

The Unspoken Shield: Kylo's most common romantic gesture is his physical presence. He will "looming" behind you or stand slightly in front of you in any crowded or high-stakes situation. It’s his way of telling the world you are under his protection without saying a word.

Targeted Softness: Kylo has a "Commander voice" for the First Order and a "Ben voice" just for you. When you’re alone, his tone drops an octave, becoming soft, low, and almost hesitant. Hearing that shift is a sign of his absolute trust.

The Mask as a Gift: For Kylo, the mask is his armor against the world. Taking it off in front of you—especially in a place that isn't completely private—is a massive gesture of intimacy. It’s him saying, "I don't need to be a monster when I'm with you."

The "Force Check-In": Even if you are on opposite sides of a Star Destroyer, Kylo will brush his presence against yours through the Force. It’s a silent, buzzing warmth in the back of your mind just to let you know he’s thinking of you.

Gloved Touches: Kylo isn't used to casual affection, so he’ll start small. He might fix a stray hair or rest a gloved hand on the small of your back. When he finally touches you skin-to-skin, it’s always deliberate and lingering, as if he’s trying to memorize the sensation.

Retrieving Mementos: If you mention liking a specific rare flower or a piece of ancient Sith lore, Kylo will track it down. He won't make a big deal of it; you’ll just find it sitting on your desk or nightstand with no note, though you both know exactly who put it there.

Confession of Conflict: Kylo doesn't do "small talk." His version of a romantic evening is sitting in the dark and admitting his fears or the "pull to the light" he feels. Sharing his internal chaos is the highest honor he can give.

The Stare: Kylo is a champion of the "intense gaze." He will watch you from across a room with such a piercing, soul-searching look that it feels like he’s trying to memorize every atom of your being.

Physical Grounding: When Kylo's overwhelmed, he’ll simply lean his forehead against yours and close his eyes. He won't speak, but the way he breathes in your scent and lets his shoulders drop tells you that you are his only peace in a galaxy of war.

The Shadow Sentinel: Kylo is an extremely jealous man. If any officer or soldier even thinks about speaking to you with anything less than absolute deference, he is already standing in front of you, hand hovering over his saber.

Silent Vigil: Kylo often finds excuses to be present during your briefings or training sessions. He won’t say a word, but his looming presence is a romantic gesture in his eyes—a reminder to the galaxy that you are under his protection.

Tactical Support: If you're sent on a mission, Kylo will personally oversee the logistics or even "coincidentally" have his Star Destroyer in the same sector just to ensure you have immediate backup.

The Unmasking: Taking his mask off is one of Kylo's most significant gestures of vulnerability. He only does it in private spaces, allowing you to see the "Ben" he hides from the rest of the First Order—the tired, emotionally raw man behind the warlord.

Force Melding: Kylo loves to sit in silence with you, intertwining your Auras and minds. For two Dark Side users, this is a deep, intoxicating form of intimacy where you share your ambitions, rage, and triumphs without needing to speak.

Physical Care: Despite his rough exterior, Kylo is surprisingly gentle in private. He’ll carefully apply bacta to your sparring wounds or brush your hair out of your face with a tenderness he shows no one else.

Shared Conquest: Kylo views power as something to be shared with his equal. A romantic gesture for him might be offering you a seat beside him on a throne or presenting you with the hilt of a fallen enemy as a trophy.

Intense Gazes: Kylo often communicates through "loving puppy eyes" and a soft, silky tone of voice that is a stark contrast to how he yells at General Hux. If he catches you looking at him, he won't look away; he’ll hold your gaze until you're the one who blushes.

The "Tiger" Energy: In moments of passion, Kylo is forceful and intense. He might pull you close without warning, kissing you with a desperation that says he’s terrified of losing the only person who actually understands him.

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peak, this is!

[anakinca]

ANAKIN SKYWALKER having a nasty habit of taking flowers from Jedi temple garden and just casually plucking it behind our ear :((( just pure ani in love; his eyes all adoring and screaming love

- im identifying as 🐇 now and you can not stop me Nina..

—❝loves in quiet ways❞

anakin skywalker x reader

tw ; nothing, just pure fluff

a/n ; hmm.. i wonder who this anon is.. IM GIGGLING. ALSO GUYS PLEZ. IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IM TAKING TO DO THESE REQUESTS. I SWEAR IM WRITING THEM ALL PLZZZZ. DONT CANCEL ME. i hope you all enjoy this, angels <3

THE SUN WAS SOFT THAT AFTERNOON, DRAPING THE JEDI TEMPLE GARDENS IN A GOLDEN KIND OF QUIET. The stone paths were warm beneath your boots, the hum of distant speeders barely cutting through the sound of birdsongs and rustling leaves. 

There was a breeze, light and playful, threading through the tall grasses and swaying the heads of the flowers that lined the edges of the courtyard. It smelled like Naboo, somehow—like sun-warmed petals and something fresh and green.

It always started the same way.

You’d be walking through the Temple grounds—usually after a training session with your Master, sometimes on your way to the Archives, once even after a really boring mission debrief—and out of nowhere, Anakin would slow down beside you as you two were walking together. His eyes would wander a bit, like he wasn’t really listening anymore. You used to think he was zoning out. Turns out, he was just looking for flowers.

The first time it happened, you right were here in the Temple gardens. You were mid-sentence about something pretty boring—which was the ridiculous size of the new training droids—when you noticed Anakin had stopped listening entirely. You were about to call him out when he suddenly turned to you, completely unbothered, holding the softest-looking flower between his fingers. It was a small flower—soft blue petals, barely bigger than his thumb.

“Hold still,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the galaxy.

You blinked a few times in confusion, but didn’t move an inch—just tilted your head questioningly as he stepped in close, your eyes looking up at him. 

He reached up with one hand and carefully tucked the flower behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your skin so lightly it made your breath catch.

You stood there staring up at him, heart tripping over itself, while he just smiled at you like you’d hung every single star in the sky.

“Perfect,” he said, quietly. Not looking at the flower, but instead looking at you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up, a rosy blush covering your face, but it was still impossible to look away from him. His gaze was so open, so full, that it made your stomach twist in the best kind of way. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You murmured as your lips quirked up at the corners, trying to sound casual.

His own lips twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “Can you blame me?”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like tucking flowers behind your ear was as natural to him as breathing. And maybe it was.

“I like seeing you with something soft,” he added after a beat, voice quieter now. “Like… Like the world should treat you just as gently.”

Your stomach was filled with butterflies in that moment, and it was hard to hide the way your eyes twinkled with adoration for him.

And all he did was smile at you. That small, boyish one. The one that only ever reached his eyes when he was looking at you.

Since then, it’s just become a thing of his now.

Sometimes he does it in passing, like it’s muscle memory now. You’ll be walking towards the mess hall, or sitting on a bench in the courtyard, or leaning over a datapad—and suddenly, there’s Anakin, plucking a tiny bloom from somewhere and tucking it behind your ear like it belongs there.

Like you belong to him, in this small, soft, secret kind of way.

No one else notices. Or if they do, they pretend not to—like Obi-Wan, for instance.

Maybe because it's Anakin, and he knows better than to ask about whatever storm or sun is brewing behind those eyes.

But when he's with you? It's never stormy. Just warm. 

Soft. Reverent. 

A little shy, even.

The way he looks at you every time he does it… stars. It’s like you’ve undone him without even trying. Like he’s seeing the whole galaxy and somehow you’re still the brightest thing in it.

There’s no smirk on his face, ever. No cocky comment. Just that stupidly soft smile you adore and those eyes—so full of something that looks so dangerously close to love.

Once, you caught him doing it when you were barely paying attention. A little wildflower tucked behind your ear, and he stared at you for a second longer than usual.

“What?” You asked, trying not to grin.

“Nothing,” he said, but his voice was too full of feeling for it to mean nothing. “You’re just… beautiful.”

And you couldn’t even pretend to tease him for it, because your heart was doing backflips, and you knew his was too. Because for all his bravado and charm, Anakin loves in quiet ways—in flowers and looks and touches that said everything he couldn’t out loud.

And even now, with the war growing louder, and the galaxy heavier, he still finds time. Still finds flowers. Still finds you.

Because loving you is the only thing that’s ever felt easy. 

And he’d rather die than let go of that. 

Rather die than let go of you.

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[bellatheinfp]

Hi! I hope you have a good day:) Could you do Kai x reader who has secret crush, but there's a misunderstanding and reader thinks Kai likes Skylor?(In this scenario Skylor might be just friend of Kai or his ex)

Hi! Thanks so much for the request!!

I did see your additional request about possibly adding Wyldfyre into the fic as well, but I’ve only seen up until season 7 of Ninjago so I wouldn’t know any plot or how to write her or anything 🥀 I hope this is still to par though!

Paring: Kai Smith x Reader

Word Count: 3,233

Set During: Wu's Tea, after season 6 and Day of The Departed

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You had been hired practically on the spot, by a guy dressed in blue who seemed very eager that someone was offering to work there. You had needed a part-time job to help pay for school, and the new tea shop seemed like a good option.

Despite the recent “Ninja craze” that had swept Ninjago City, the tea shop wasn’t exactly well-known. Most days were slow, especially in the evenings. Though, you had expected as much.

What you hadn’t expected was how much fun work could be. You’d worked in retail and in food before, but working with the ninja was all around a great time. On slow days, they often goofed around in the back or experimented with Wu’s “untested” teas. You had gotten to know the ninja well; they were all pretty friendly and very easy to hang around. Sure they dragged you into trouble with Wu sometimes, but he never had the heart to scold you.

You often got paired to work with Jay, Lloyd or Kai — The three who got into the most trouble. Wu thought it would be good for you to "keep an eye on them".

You usually just let them do whatever they wanted, really, as long as nothing was being broken or customers were being disturbed.

That evening was slower, as most weeknights were. You had showed up about an hour and a half ago, helped Jay stock the back a little and had since been sitting behind the register scrolling through your phone.

Today's shift you were with Jay and Kai — Though Kai had been in and out of the shop, checking his hair in the bathroom and constantly texting. He got restless sometimes, you were aware, but this seemed a little different.

Jay had been busy playing Clash Royale at max volume in the back for the past hour. Typical. You wouldn't get on his back about it. It was slow, anyway.

You were scrolling through your Instagram feed, your thoughts elsewhere as you leaned your elbow against the counter. Your head was a bit foggy, as you had had school earlier that day.

You all but jumped as Kai's voice met your ears.

"What'cha looking at?" He asked, leaning over your phone to get a better look at the cat reels playing on screen.

Your head shot up at his question. You hadn't even noticed him walk up.

"Just- uh- instagram." You answered quickly.

He smiled a little at you and cocked his eyebrow. "Jumpy much?" He teased, giving you a light poke in the side.

You eased a little at his jab, and you exhaled a weak laugh. "Just tired."

He nodded and leaned against the counter behind him, trying to look nonchalant. "You had class today?" He asked.

You nodded back and heaved a sigh. "Yeah. I forgot we had homework due this morning so I was up late doing it."

Kai picked at his lips with his teeth. "That sucks. I hope you get a good grade though." He flashed you a good-natured smile.

"Yeah, I hope I do." You answered.

A short silence fell between the two of you. Kai was absentmindedly picking at his nails, his hair falling into his eyes a bit. You wondered what it looked like without all the product and blowdrying.

Your eyes trailed over his outfit for a moment, admiring his casual wear. He had on his classic red, zip-up hoodie, one shoulder slipping slightly. He wore a plain white shirt and black jeans underneath. For his shoes, he always wore whatever was hot in Ninjago City. They tended to be the most expensive part of his outfit.

He glanced up from his nails and caught your eye. He gave you that signature smirk and ran a hand through his hair. "Like what you see?" He asked, clearly trying to tease you.

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks but you quickly pushed it down. "Please," You said in an easy tone, "You're not that special." But he really was, in fact, "that special".

He scoffed and clapped a hand over his heart. "Ouch!" He said, looking at you through the corner of his eye. It made your stomach do flips.

"Hey, somebody has to make sure you don't get a big head." You teased.

He shook his head, his smile turning genuine. "You don't hafta be rude about it." He said.

You were about to retaliate, when his phone suddenly buzzed and he fished it out of his pocket. He typed out a quick message before slipping it back into his pocket.

He let out a long, almost dramatic sigh and stretched his arms above his head, most likely for show.

"Man, this place is so boring on weekdays." He said, lifting himself so he could sit on the counter.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Jay called from the back over the obnoxious sound of his game.

Kai scoffed. He fidgeted with the zipper on his hoodie for a moment, seemingly thinking about something. It was rare to see him lost in thought for more than five seconds.

You glanced down at your phone again for a moment before Kai spoke up.

"So, any big plans tonight?" He asked.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Just more homework." You answered. "Maybe some ramen if I'm feeling adventurous." You added.

"Sounds riveting." He chuckled. The sound made your heart flutter.

Kai's phone buzzed again in his pocket, making a sound against the counter. He grumbled and pulled it out, once again typing a quick text before looking back up at you.

"Hey, are you alright if I head out for a bit? I want to meet up with a friend." He asked, though he wasn't really asking. He knew you would say yes, anyway.

You took a moment to register his question before nodding quickly. "Yeah, yeah, that's fine." You said.

He smiled once more. "Awesome." He said, zipping up his hoodie a bit. It was beginning to get chillier in the evenings that time of year.

"...Who are you gonna meet up with?" You asked, though you had a good idea who he was going to see.

"Ah- Just Skylor. You know her, right?"

Yup. You thought so.

"Uh- yeah. Yeah, she came in a couple weeks ago." You nodded, though your face fell a little.

Kai nodded. "Right." He said. He stretched again, this time not really for show.

"...She's nice." You offered, examining his face and trying gauge how he felt about her.

His eyebrows raised and he nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, she's great." He said quickly. "Anyway, I just wanted to... catch up with her, y'know? See how she's doing." He said, looking a bit distant. You got the odd feeling that he wasn't telling the whole truth.

"Right, yeah, that's fine." You reassured him.

You could never tell how Kai really felt about Skylor. You had picked up bits and pieces about their relationship from the other ninja. It seemed they had dated a while back, or least had thought about dating each other, but it hadn't really gone anywhere. You were always worried he still liked her. She was super cool and nice and pretty. Why wouldn't he want to get back together with her? The thought made your stomach hurt.

"Cool." Kai said, pulling you from your thoughts. "You sure you'll be okay with him?" He prodded jokingly, his voice lowering as he looked in Jay's direction.

You laughed softly. "Yeah, I'll be fine. You go have fun."

"Okay. I'll be back before closing." Kai said, hopping off of the counter. He fixed his hair a little and zipped up his jacket the rest of the way. "See ya." He said as he made his way out the door, once again flashing you that signature smile.

"Bye!" You called after him.

Kai left the shop, letting in a gust of cold air behind him. Once the door was closed, the shop fell into silence, save for Jay's stupidly loud game.

"Did Kai leave?" Jay called from the back.

"Yeah." You said, your voice flat.

“Where'd he go?"

"He went to see Skylor."

Jay came out of the back, still clutching his phone in his hands as he tapped at the screen. "Again? He just saw her like, two days ago." He said, now leaning on the counter where Kai had just been.

"Did he?" You asked.

"Yeah." He said, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Aw, dammit." He mumbled to himself, his brow set.

You looked at your shoes and thought for a moment. "Do you know if he still likes her?" You asked quietly.

"Uh.. yeah." Jay answered absently, clearly not listening.

"Really?"

Jay only hummed in response, pursing his lips. He was quiet for a moment, grumbling as he frantically tapped at his phone. He got increasingly stressed for a short minute before he threw his hands in the air. "Aw, come on!" He huffed and shoved his phone in his back pocket, crossing his arms. He had lost his game. "What were you saying?"

"I was just... y'know, wondering if you know if Kai still likes Skylor." You said, looking a bit defeated.

Jay eyed you a moment, his brow creasing. "I dunno." He answered. "I mean, yeah he used to like her, but... he doesn't really make goo goo eyes at her anymore, I guess."

"Oh, okay." You said, your face falling a bit more. Jay's words did little to comfort you.

Jay looked you over, the gears in his head turning. He was a bit dense, but it didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

"I don't really think she likes him, anyway." Jay continued.

This helped a little. "Why not?"

"I think he scares her or something." He said with a little laugh.

"Sounds like someone I know." You quipped. You never lost your humor, even when feeling a bit down.

"Hey, c'mon, Nya likes me just fine!" He said with a little smile. "...Most of the time."

You scoffed good-naturedly. "Sure."

"Whatever." He said, rolling his eyes for dramatic effect. "Anyway, if it makes you feel any better, Kai gets weird whenever he's around you more than Skylor."

You looked up at Jay, trying to tell if he was joking or not. "What d'you mean?"

"You know, like he gets all goofy and flirty and stuff." He said.

You thought he was just like that, honestly. He had a pretty overly-confident personality, after all.

"He flirts with customers sometimes, though." You said, giving a voice to the nagging doubt inside your head.

Jay shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, but that's like 'please buy this tea so I can get on with my life' type flirting."

"I don't follow."

Jay sighed and leaned a bit closer, his voice lowering. "Look, between you and me, he acts all funny around you. He's not that nervous around anybody else." He gave you a little smile and pushed off the counter. "But what do I know?" With that, he stepped away, disappearing into the back.

His words left your brain reelings. Was he really serious, or was he just messing with you? You wouldn't put it past him to pull a prank on you, but then again he did seem oddly sincere.

The rest of the night was slow, as always. You sat by the counter mindlessly tapping your foot on the hardwood floors as you waited for customers to pull you out of your thoughts.

A couple people came in as the night dragged on, and every time the doorbell rang your gaze jerked to the door, secretly hoping it would be Kai.

But Kai didn't show and soon it was closing time, and you secretly thanked the First Spinjitzu Master that you closed at eight on weekdays. You were tired.

You and Jay were just beginning to clean up, him restocking some stuff in the back and wiping down while you swept. The doorbell suddenly caught you by surprise and your head snapped up.

It was Kai, standing there with wind-whipped hair and cheeks flushed from the cold night air.

"Hey, sorry I'm a little late." He said, adjusting his jacket and fixing his hair. He gave you a little smile.

You smiled back at him. "That's alright. How did it go?"

He closed the door behind him and checked his phone for the time, before locking the door. It was 7:58. "It was good. Yeah, I had a good time." He said, a bit distracted.

You nodded and continued sweeping around the dining room. "How's Skylor?"

Kai looked up from his phone quickly. "Skylor? Oh, yeah, she's doing good." He said, and realized that you were sweeping. "Hey, I can take over that if you want." He offered.

You looked to him and gave a little smile. "It's okay, I got it."

"No, that's alright. You go sit down." He said, beginning to take the broom from you. "You've done enough work having to deal with Jay all night." He said in a quieter tone, giving you a wink.

You smiled at the wink but hesitated a moment, before letting him take over. You figured it would ease his conscience from ditching work earlier.

Kai made his way around the dining area, subconsciously moving closer to the counter where you sat, balancing the register.

"Did it pick up at all tonight?" Kai asked as he got a bit closer to the counter, sweeping a bit lazily.

You shrugged one shoulder. "Not much. It stayed pretty slow." You said as you counted up the quarters.

Kai nodded and bit his lip a little, making useless arcs with the broom. "I figured."

A beat.

"Did you go anywhere fun?" You asked.

Kai looked up and smiled, shaking his head with a little chuckle. "No, I just went to Chen's Noodle House. That's where Skylor works." He said. "I just stop by sometimes to chat, y'know."

You hummed and nodded, closing the register and tapping away at the screen. "Do you two talk a lot?" You asked, trying to be casual.

Kai gave a jerky nod as he swept. "Yeah. Yeah, we do. She gives good advice about stuff."

"Like what?"

Kai paused for a second, looking an awful lot like a deer caught in headlights. "Just- uh- life and stuff." He said.

"Life and stuff." You repeated with a smile. "...Does she have a boyfriend?" You asked, surprising yourself with the question.

Kai looked up at you, his expression unreadable, before a thought formed in his head and he smirked. "What, you into her?" He teased.

You let out a laugh, a bright smile on your lips. "No, no I was just wondering." You said.

Kai smiled. "I don't think she does." He answered.

"Oh. She's really pretty." You said, trying to prod him a bit.

"Yeah." Was all he offered for an answer. He wanted to just outright say 'you're really pretty', but he surprisingly had the self-control to hold it in. "Lots of people are pretty." He added, a bit quieter.

You cocked an eyebrow. "What, she's not your type?" You asked.

"No- I mean- I dunno." Kai stumbled over his words, "We used to like each other, but we're just friends now."

"Just friends." You repeated.

"Yeah, it just didn't really work out." He said with a shrug. He really didn't seem too down about it at all.

"...Why not?" You said, then added, "If you don't mind me asking."

He looked up from the dustpan, met your eyes and shrugged again. "We're just... not a great match, I guess. And we broke up on good terms and stuff. We just figured we'd be better as friends."

You nodded. It made sense, but you still felt that doubt nagging at the back of your brain.

"Why the sudden interest?" Kai asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Worried I might get infatuated with her beauty?" He teased.

You scoffed, though he was rather on point. "Just... Wondering about who she is to you, is all."

Kai softened a little. "She's just my friend. Seriously." He said with a little smile.

He finished sweeping up, and put the dustpan and broom back in its place. Jay, who had finished doing the dishes in the back, walked to the other side of the register and clocked out. "I'm outta here." He announced

"Bye Jay!" Kai called from the back door, where he was taking out the trash.

"See you later!" Jay called back. He looked to you, gave you a little, knowing smirk, and waltzed out the door.

You rolled your eyes at him and began clocking out yourself, beginning to pack up your stuff. Kai came back inside from taking out the trash and washed his hands. "It's freezing out there." He said.

"Is it?" You answered, a bit tired of small talk.

"Yeah." He said, and stepped up to where you stood by the register. "Good thing I'm smokin' hot, though. Keeps me nice and toasty." He joked, running a hand through his hair.

You laughed, your shoulders shaking. Kai had a boyish grin on his face at the sound.

"Are you heading home, too?" He asked.

You nodded. "Yeah. I might stop for some food on the way. I'm hungry." You said, and clocked out on the register.

Kai nodded quietly, when he suddenly got an idea. "Hey, you said you wanted some ramen earlier, right?"

You looked up at him. "Yeah, I guess. I might just get fast food though." You said with a shrug.

"...Would you wanna grab something with me?" He offered, his expression turning a bit more sincere. “I’ll pay.”

You smiled at him a moment, feeling that same heat from before rising to your cheeks. Suddenly, the words Jay had planted earlier sprouted in the back of your mind. Maybe Kai did really like you, in some capacity at least.

“Sure. It’s not like anything’s waiting on me at home.” You said, trying to sound casual.

Kai beamed. He felt like fireworks had just gone off in his chest. The real reason he had gone to see Skylor that evening wasn’t necessarily to hang out with her, but to ask her advice on how to impress you. He’d had a crush on you since forever, but he was hopeless at showing how he really felt.

“Except homework.” He quipped, still smiling like an idiot.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You said, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “That’s a problem for future me.”

Kai chuckled slightly. “Poor future you.” He said with a smile. “Anyway, let’s get out of here.” He said, and reached over you to clock out. His hoodie sleeve brushed against your arm and you could smell his cologne. It smelled a little woody and a bit smokey, with a hint of something sweeter.

“Yeah. I’m starving.” You agreed.

His lips quirked upwards a bit. “C’mon,” He said, and took your hand to lead you out. “I have something I wanna talk to you about on the way.”

And with that, he flipped the lights and slid the doors shut behind the two of you.

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masterlist <3

[rosiiv]

absolute cinema. my gosh this is so good

[3hkowalski]

Just leaving a little star right here ⭐

you can claim it after ep8…

UPDATE: THIS AGED BADLY

[3hkowalski]

I was machine, and you were flesh.

The creation of Adam Caine

Its so funny this was a prediction again LMAOO I love it when people share braincells for these ideas XD

[deduukkk]

I don’t have time to draw at all because of school

[lokilovur]

WHY IS THERE ONLY ONE BED?

tony stark x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: the avengers are on a long mission, lasting many nights. sure, tony has the money, but why didn't he pick the room arrangements himself?

WARNINGS: cursing, she/her pronouns used, teasing, exhausted reader, flirting.

NOTES: i definitely started this a week ago and forgot about it but i lightly proofread it, if theres any mistakes, sorry!

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your shoulders ached from the weight of the bag on your shoulders as you drug yourself down the hotel hallway. your whole body ached from the difficult mission you're on with the team. you couldn't wait to get to your room and get some well deserved rest.

two sets of footsteps followed closely behind you.

"cmonnn, y/n. you needa cheer up, girl." sam joked, slinging an arm over your shoulder, causing the both of you to stumble a step.

"she's clearly just tired, sam." bucky grumbled behind the both of you.

"exactly what he said." you responded back quickly, not giving any time for sam to answer.

sam laughed quietly, despite his usual.

you reached your room, reading the numbers.

"alright, well... we'll see you in the morning. if you need anything, we're right here across the hall. goodnight sleepyhead." sam waved goodbye as he unlocked his door with his keycard.

"wait- do you know if i'm sharing a room with anyone? it seems like everyone got a room buddy." you quickly questioned before he walked in.

"uhh-- that was all nats doing. so i aint too sure." he shrugs, but the playfully knowing look on his face made you roll your eyes. bucky nudged sam with his elbow with a look that said "stop".

"right." you murmured, unlocking your door. "goodnight guys. sleep well all cuddled up." you closed your door before you could get any scolding for the comment. it made you laugh hearing them give up and go to their room.

as soon as you walked in you drop your bag to the floor with a sigh. you discard your jacket on the dresser. you stop abruptly, a sudden smell overwhelming your senses. tony's cologne. just as you began to rub the bridge of your nose as you realize nat set you up, you see his belongings discarded near the bed. the bathroom door opens, and he emerges, the steam rolling out with him.

he stops, his eyebrow raising.

"what are you doing in my room, trouble?" he questions, continuing to try his hair as he walked over to the side of the bed.

"your room, tony? knew you were entitled but jeez." you laughed, halfway a scoff. it was playful of course, you didn't have any energy to argue. "this is my room, too. we got played."

"i don't get played, honey." he sits on the edge of the bed, turned towards you.

"right. says the 'genius' that let nat set up the room arrangements." you laughed, digging through your bag to get a change of clothes. "speaking of-- why is there only one bed? was that her bright idea, too?"

"hey, i payed for it. i thought nat would be a reliable chooser. and well... i'm not complaining." he smirks, shrugging his shoulders. of course, you thought. of course he was in on it. he just needed a scape goat.

you noticed the specific band shirt he wore that he only put on when he needed its comfort. your eyes snap back up to his, not mentioning it.

"take your ass to sleep, tony. you ain't thinking straight." you replied with a roll of your eyes as you disappeared into the bathroom, but the smile on your face told otherwise.

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when you finally finished washing up, you emerged from the bathroom feeling a little more like yourself.

"she lives!" tony borderline yells, putting his arms up in the air dramatically. "and here i was thinking i was the one who took long showers."

he props himself back up against the headboard, drawing his attention from the television to you.

you just raised an eyebrow without a word, putting your dirty clothes next to your bag on the floor.

"no banter? are you really that tired?" he questions. "actually -- don't answer that. it's written all over you."

you turn on your heels towards the bed, already noticing him hogging the blankets. as you took your spot, you responded, "stop observing me tony."

"can't help it when you're sulking around like a puppy." he laughs, which against your will made you crack a smile.

"there she is!" he turns towards you, grasping your shoulder in one of his hands and shaking you gently. you swat him away, laying down on your back.

"wish i got a room with bruce for some peace and quiet." you murmured, putting your arm over your face.

"is that what you really want?" he questions, his voice suddenly quieter. truthfully, he just wanted you to be comfortable despite his teasing.

you peak at him from under your arm with a small smile.

"awh. tony stark considering someones feelings." you grinned, shaking your head as you sat up to turn the light off on your nightstand.

"correction-- not just someone. you." he responds matter-of-factly as he turned his own light off. the tv was the only thing left lighting up the small hotel room.

"that's cute." you laughed at his words, but couldn't help but try and push down that feeling you got in the pit of your stomach.

you lay back down with a sigh that you couldn't decide was from relief or exhaustion. without a word, tony throws part of the blanket over you.

"jeez, hun. you need to relax. you're stiff like you're getting ready to fight." he sighs, laying down himself, his eyes on the same ceiling yours were on.

"you never know." you shrugged, the tv audio starting to fade into background noise.

his head turns towards you, his eyes tracing over your face.

"you're safe. i wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you." he answers, his voice barely above a whisper.

you turned your head towards him at his words, feeling your eyes widen slightly. there was only a few times you had seen tony this way. and it was always when you two were alone, but lately he hasn't even cared about who's around.

your eyes flicker over his, like you were watching to find any signs of a joke.

"what is this, tony?" you questioned. not angry, just confused. your dynamic, especially as of late has felt everything but platonic.

"what is what?" he answers.

"you know exactly what i'm asking. i mean-- this. booking a room with me? dinner we shared that you claimed was with the team but was only just us? calling me down to work with you for hours? feeling your eyes on me during meetings when you're supposed to be paying attention? the 'anonymous' flowers i get every week that are definitely from you? i could go on." your voice quickened with passion with each sentence, needing to know the answer.

"wait- you know about the flowers?" he questions with a surprised look on his face.

you sighed, annoyed.

"that's what you picked up from all of that? flowers? yes, tony. who else is going to send a large bouquet to me of my favorite flowers that only you have asked about?"

"alright, alright. you got me." he sighs.

you pinch the bridge of your nose. "this isn't a game, tony. what is going on?"

excruciating silence fills the room, you could feel your heart pounding against your rib cage from nerves and anticipation.

tony's eyes were everywhere but yours, trying to find the perfect words to say.

"to put it lightly-- well not very light at all, actually..." he murmurs, genuinely stumped from nerves. "i've fallen for you."

you leaned up instantly, facing him. you face was more than surprised, even though you had seen his flirting before you thought it was just tony being tony. y’know, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. you should have known that version of tony was long gone, he had changed.

“is it that surprising?” he questions, sitting up on his elbow.

“well, yes.” you answered quickly, your voice dramatic from the surprise he would even ask, then it softens. “no- i guess i just thought you were just being flirty…?”

he sits up fully, sitting right across from you. he takes one of your hands and holds it between both of his.

“yes, i was being flirty.” he starts, his voice slow to make sure you heard him. “not because it was fun, though. because you fill my heart in a way i never thought it would be filled again.”

woah.

“woah.” you murmured, though it was meant to stay in your mind.

he laughs, like truly laughs at your reaction.

“i thought you didn’t do well with words?” you questioned, an eyebrow quirked playfully.

“i guess you just bring out something in me.” his head tilts just slightly enough to be noticeable.

“i guess so.” you smiled, finally feeling relieved and content now that he had explained himself.

you lean back down against the bed, your eyes still on him.

“so, will the strongest avenger let me take her out on a proper date?” he asks, looming over you with a wide smile on his face.

“strongest avenger?” you smiled brightly at his words. “let me catch that again.” you laughed, pulling out your phone to record it.

“what? that i said you were the strongest avenger, huh?” he laughs with you, wrestling to take the phone from your hand.

“hey! there’s my proof right th-“ he covers your mouth with his hand and aims the camera towards the both of you with a smile.

“y/n is the strongest, most beautiful, intelligent, resilient, most powerful, persu-“ the recording cuts off from you snatching the phone.

“i am so sending that to the group chat.” you murmured against his hand with a smile. “now get your hand off of my mouth.”

“whats the magic word?” he questions, then yanks his hand away from your mouth. “did you just lick me?”

you shrugged with a smile.

“do stupid things get stupid reactions.”

“oh this is a stupid reaction.” he laughs, digging his fingers into your sides gently.

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[ivvyela]

nothing on this god's green earth can convince me that peter parker doesn't have an ao3 account where he is elbows deep in a 'rise of skywalker' fix-it fic. like, fully invested in it, been writing it pre-spider bite with ned, who is just as enthusiastic about it. but the thing is, it's really hard to do updates when you are literally spider-man.

every three months he'll post and in the author's note there's some shit like "sorry this took a while, i got shot seven times :/" or "i know it's been a minute, i literally got hit by a bus and then stabbed in the leg, but i'm all good!" or sometimes ned would log in and post with a note "hey i'm a friend posting on the author's behalf, they're healing from severe hypothermia but promised an update, so here it is!"

and the fic just gets increasingly more popular for the author notes alone. a good handful of the comments are something along the lines of "i'm not even in the star wars fandom, i'm just here to see if the author is good" or "every update i cheer for another day the author gets to live at this point"

and any reader who is a native new yorker kind of pieces together that holy shit the author might be spider-man because the timeline adds up, and they just fully embrace it. spider-man will stop a robbery and the guy behind the counter will ask when the next chapter will be up. spider-man returns a stolen backpack to a girl and she'll tell him that he "really got poe's voice down so well, it's really impressive."

ned thinks it is hilarious. mj finds out about the fic from twitter, to peter's absolute horror, and changes peter's contact name to "friendly neighborhood ao3 author". but the worst thing to happen is after an avengers battle where peter took a pretty big hit and ends up in med-bay. and during a press conference, when someone asks how spider-man is healing, tony just drops "spidey won't be down for too long. the star wars fic will be updated within the week, probably."

ao3 goes down for two days.

[lokidoki-imagines]

Meddling Brothers

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Fluffy fluff fluff fluff and brothers being cute

Words: 2931

Prompt: I love your writing so so much! Can I request a reader x loki fic where thor finds out that loki likes the reader and teases him, and tries to get him to tell her? thanks!

I loved this request cause I just love Thor and Loki being best bros and helping each other out and just have a lot of feelings about these two! So heres this, I hope you think its as cute as I do! I might do a second part to this from Loki’s and Thor’s perspective, or maybe just a little spin off to their drunken conversation. What d’ya think? 💚

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[rosiiv]

this is so peak omg

[aquaticmercy]

When Everything's Made To Be Broken

Summary : Bucky finds your secret notebook.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her)

Warnings/tags : It's just fluff + a bit of happy tears. Established relationship. Inspired by Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count : 3.6k

Note : Another reminder that if you wanna be in the Bucky Taglist please send me a message! It gets buried in the comments sometimes. Enjoy!

You had gone out for your morning jog, the small pat-pat-pat of your sneakers echoing down the hallway until it faded into the hallways of the building, then into nothing. 

The apartment settled after you left, the air still smelling like the ghost of your coffee, drifting from the kitchen like a memory. Your mug was sitting abandoned on the counter, almost-finished, a tinted lip balm print curved along the rim like a kiss he kept forgetting to wipe away because every time Bucky saw it, he smiled and decided to leave it a little longer.

You went on your morning jog every other day. It was a routine. Your “alone time” with modern music Bucky didn’t understand, and you always took ages, all because you stopped to say hi to every dog you met. 

Still, Bucky respected that. 

But sometimes, he struggled to fill the time. 

So today, he decided to clean the apartment.

In fairness, he hadn’t meant to clean. It just… happened, the way rain happened or thoughts happened. When he felt alone and both his organic and bionic hands needed something to do, tidying felt like a way to say I live here. I belong here.

The apartment wasn’t messy by any real standard, just comfortably lived-in. Your sweater lounged over the back of the couch like it had gotten tired halfway to the closet. A book rested open on the coffee table, spine gently bowed, a page folded where you’d promised yourself you’d stop (but definitely kept reading past anyway). The blankets formed puddles and piled across the cushions in cozy heaps.

These were all proof that this apartment wasn’t just a place.

It was a life.

Your life, and his, together. 

Cleaning felt like a reminder of that.

So he started in the living room, because that was where the sunlight landed first. He folded the throw blankets the way you always teased him about; with precise corners, crisp edges, military-grade blanket origami. 

“You fold them like they do at hotels,” you’d laugh at him once, bumping your shoulder into his. So he deliberately mussed one edge, and crinkled a corner, left a wrinkle or two, because he knew you liked it better that way. That, and because he liked doing things the way you liked them, if it didn’t bother him too much.

After a while, he straightened the coasters. He lined up the remote. He dusted the top of the bookshelf as if the tiny ceramic plant pot was depending on him for survival. His metal hand clinked as he gathered the small wandering artifacts of your life together: a bobby pin that appeared in the wild at least twice a week, a pen cap with no known pen, a coin that kept escaping from pockets like it had a secret mission to get wedged in the most inconvenient of places.

He shook his head fondly.

“This place keeps souvenirs,” he said under his breath, amused.

Then, when he knelt to slide a small laundry basket you left under the coffee table, his metal fingers touched against something tucked inside. It was flat, and kinda glossed. When he pulled it out, it was…. a notebook?

It laid on his lap for a couple seconds as he looked at it, confused. The corners were worn into gentle curves, the spine was creased from being opened again and again. It looked like it had been carried around, touched, and tucked into different places.

He recognized who it belonged to the way someone recognized a voice in another room, not because he’d seen it before, but because it was so… you. 

The color alone gave you away— the same hue as your favorite sweater, the sticky notes clustered on the fridge, and the mug you reached for first even when all the others were clean.

He hesitated.

He didn’t often open personal things without asking. After all, privacy was sacred, yours most of all.

He turned it in his hands.

That was when he saw the supposed ‘title’ of your notebook. 

It scrawled boldly across the cover, but tucked neatly into the bottom corner, on a tiny sticker no one else would’ve noticed unless they were looking closely.

Your handwriting.

Bucky’s firsts

He sat back on his heels. Sunlight slipped through the curtains in long golden ribbons, dust floating lazily in the beams like tiny constellations that had decided to take the morning off.

He traced the little label with his thumb like the ink itself could feel it.

I shouldn't, right? He thought. But it has my name on it. Surely….

After one more deep breath, he opened the notebook.

And then, he read the entries.

First time Bucky tried sushi — February 12

You had taken him to that tiny place on the corner, the one with lanterns in the window with the waiter who recognized you. You wrote about how carefully he read the menu, like it was a mission file and not a dinner, how he nodded solemnly when the sushi arrived even though his brows knit together just slightly.

You wrote:

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He just stared at the chopsticks. Then he said, “These are just tiny sticks. Why are they tiny sticks?” Then, he shut up for a second, asking if what he had asked was “insensitive” before apologizing. Sometimes I forget he’s from the 40s and still learning modern nuances.

He laughed, head dropping for a moment.

He remembered that. He remembered your grin, the way you covered your mouth like you were trying not to embarrass him.

You wrote about how he tried, how he fumbled, how one piece slipped and landed back on the plate and how he cursed under his breath.

But then he tried again, and I saw the moment he decided he wasn't going to let a piece of cutlery win.

He could almost hear your voice, could see the way you'd have smiled while you wrote it.

You finished the entry with:

He said it tasted “too cold,” but he ate three more pieces anyway. Later, he said he only did it because I looked happy (though he definitely grew to like it more as the meal went on). I think that was nice… Bucky tried something new just because he trusted being with me.

He swallowed.

He turned the page, and there were more.

First time Bucky used the microwave at my place. — April 7

First time Bucky watched a documentary about himself (“This is exaggerated”). — June 28

First time Bucky asked me on a proper date (roller skating, featuring our first kiss!) — August 17

First time Bucky grocery-shopped alone and got overwhelmed by the cereal aisle. — November 22

First time Bucky said “I love you” — December 25

You had written dates, little notes in the margins, doodles between paragraphs, like tiny stars, little hearts, arrows that pointed to silly quotes he had said. 

Before he knew it, it had been almost a year of notes. You started officially dating somewhere in the middle of it. 

He stopped on one page and read slower.

First morning where Bucky didn’t flinch at the sound of the kettle — January 9

Your handwriting was fainter here, the strokes lighter. He could almost feel how careful you’d been writing it.

He didn’t notice it. I don’t think he even realized.

Bucky was sitting at the table with his hands wrapped around his mug, and the kettle clicked off and he didn’t tighten his grip. He didn’t blink, didn’t jump like he was bracing for impact, like he usually did. 

He just smiled at me and said “your water’s done if you want your tea now.”

He closed his eyes.

He remembered the morning. He remembered the sleepy hush in your kitchen, the window cracked open, cool air drifting through the kitchen. He remembered how mundane it had felt, like the world wasn’t threatening to collapse.

You wrote:

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to take the moment away from him. But I wrote it here, because it felt important. Because healing doesn’t feel big sometimes. Maybe, sometimes it looks like Bucky finally feeling safe enough around kitchen appliances. 

His flesh hand tightened gently around the edge of the notebook.

He took a deep breath and flipped the page.

First time Bucky called our apartment “home” — April 2

He remembered this one before he even read your words.

It had been about three months since you both moved into your current apartment together. He had been standing in the doorway, shoes half-on, keys in his hand, hair still wet from the shower he’d rushed through because you were both running late. He had said, “We’ll grab something on the way home,” without thinking.

Home.

He read what you’d written.

I heard it. I think Bucky didn’t. That made it better somehow. I don’t think he realized how long I’d been waiting to hear it.

His throat tightened.

His memories washed through him like sunlight soaking into deep water.  After years of displacement and drifting rooms, it was no wonder it took him a while to think of this place as permanent, when you had thought so almost immediately. And now, this place smelled like your shampoo and his coffee and laundry detergent and hope.

He turned the page again.

The entries kept coming, some long, some short, most of them messy with joy. He noticed, after you moved in, the entries became more frequent.

First time Bucky danced in the kitchen without music because I was humming and he pulled me into a spin. — April 30 

First time Bucky napped on the couch with his head on my lap and woke up without panicking. — May 18

He paused over one page that had been smudged slightly at the corner, as if you’d brushed your thumb there while thinking.

First time Bucky said “I don’t remember that” without apologizing — June 9

Oh. 

You wrote:

Bucky said it quietly. He didn’t even wince! I’m so proud of him!  

He just said, “I don’t remember that,” and then he looked at me like that was enough. And it was. It really was!

He closed the notebook for a moment, pressing it lightly against his knee.

He hadn’t known you were keeping track like this.

He hadn’t known you were watching him in all the invisible ways he was alive, catching the little shifts, the loosening of old knots he’d thought would never untangle.

A soft sound left his lips, between a laugh and a sigh.

He opened the notebook again.

There were pages filled with joy.

First time Bucky made pancakes and burned half of them but still called it a success because he made me laugh. — June 26

First time Bucky wore fluffy socks to bed. — July 1

That one made him snort out loud.

He kept reading until he reached an entry that made him freeze.

First time I realised Bucky loved me as much as I loved him — July 4

His chest felt tight for a second.

You wrote:

We were on the fire escape watching fireworks even though loud sounds still weren’t great for either of us. 

He was talking about nothing and everything. About how the air smelled like summer, how he didn’t miss the noise.

And then he looked at me, not like I was temporary.

He looked at me like I was someone he was building a life with.

He looked at me like he loved me in the same way I had already been loving him.

That was when I realised we were finally standing in the same place.

(It made me feel like <3 <3 <3 inside!!!)

He closed his eyes again.

The memory resurfaced. He remembered the night air against his skin, your knee brushing his, your head tilted slightly while city lights stretched out like constellations across concrete. He remembered the feeling, like his bones had finally stopped rattling. He had kissed you that night the same way he had every other night. And he didn’t think it was any different, but you… this moment stayed with you. 

He turned to another page, and found out there were silly ones too.

First Anniversary. — August 17

First time Bucky swore at the toaster. — August 30

First time Bucky beat me at Scrabble and pretended it didn’t count because I got sad that I lost. — September 22

First time I tried to teach Bucky slang and he asked if “yeet” was a kind of breakfast. — October 29

He shook his head, smiling, the corners of his mouth curving fondly. 

He never would’ve remembered half of these on his own.

But you had.

He reached the later pages and found newer entries, ones written just weeks ago.

First night Bucky didn’t double-check the locks — November 3

You added a small star beside it.

Bucky trusted me with the locks. That was new. That was big.

First time Bucky said “I’m happy” out loud — December 18

His breath hitched.

He had said it, hadn’t he?

He had always said sweet things to you like “you make me happy,” but he never outwardly said “I’m happy,” independent of any external forces until a couple of weeks ago, hadn’t he?

It was whispered, almost to himself. He hadn’t even realized it was the first time.

You wrote:

Bucky didn’t say it like he was surprised. He said it like he was acknowledging something that had been there for a while.

His hand drifted unconsciously to his chest.

He turned another page, and then froze.

The latest entry was dated yesterday.

First time Bucky slept through the whole night without waking — December 29

He…. hadn’t noticed.

You had.

The alarm went off and Bucky was still curled into the pillow.

He made a joke about my hair first thing in the morning and I pretended to be offended.

He probably didn’t realize it was a milestone. 

He let out a shaky laugh.

He rubbed at the tears starting to form in his eyes, then chuckled at himself.

“Get it together,” he said to himself, though he wasn’t sure he wanted to. 

He let out another shaky laugh and pressed the notebook lightly against his knee. He didn’t know what he had expected when he opened it, but not this. Certainly not physical proof that you had been loving him in ways he never realized could exist.

He couldn’t bring himself to close the notebook.

He was simply holding it when he heard the sound of your keys touching the lock.

—

The noise of the nearby park still hummed in your ears from your run as you unlocked your apartment door, the sound of your footsteps still echoing in the hallway. You smelled like autumn air on your jacket, wet pavement clinging to you as you nudged the door open with your shoulder.

Your breath was still a little uneven, cheeks warm from the cold. You kicked the door shut behind you, toe-ing off one shoe at a time.

“I saw like… three dogs today,” you called out. Your voice sounded so affectionate and familiar, the way you always spoke when you knew he was home. “One of them was wearing a sweater. Babe, a sweater. On a dog. We’re getting one. Or maybe a cat. I don’t care if—”

You looked down the hall to see your boyfriend sitting on the living room floor.

Around him, the blankets were neatly folded on the couch, the coasters lined up perfectly. It was his handiwork, but he wasn’t paying attention to any of that.

He was sat cross-legged by the coffee table, his hair falling into his eyes in gentle waves. In his hands, lay your notebook.

You recognized it instantly. “Oh.”

He looked up to see you making your way to the living room.

His eyes were glassy, like whatever he’d been reading had peeled open a layer he didn’t usually get through. A tear clung stubbornly to the edge of his lashes, trailing gently down the curve of his cheek.

He didn’t even try to hide it.

He just blinked, trying to come back home to earth, to you. 

“You… found it.” You said, leaning against the doorway.

Your heart fluttered nervously, fingers tightening around the edges of your jacket. You tried to sound casual, though it wasn’t working.

“I mean… I wasn’t hiding it,” you added with the tiniest, shyest laugh. Bucky found it adorable. “But I didn’t think you’d ever read it.”

He swallowed. “I guess I did.”

His voice came out rough as he wiped at his cheek with the back of his human hand.

You stepped in, letting your jacket slip off your shoulders, leaving it half-hanging from your elbow because you didn’t want to look away from him. 

“How much did you read?” you asked gently as you walked toward him.

“I…,” he whispered, hugging the notebook now. “I read… a lot.”

His thumb brushed the edge of a page, careful not to rip any of the pages.

“I’m sorry,” he added earnestly in a rush. “I didn’t mean to invade your privacy. I was just— cleaning. And it was there. And it had my name on it and—” He laughed, almost embarrassed. “I thought… maybe it meant I could.”

“It does,” you said reassured, almost cooing. “You’re allowed.”

You sat down onto the floor in front of him, your knees touching his. For a second you worried that maybe he’d feel exposed, or overwhelmed, but you found no signs of anxiety you’ve come to know in his features. 

He stared at the notebook again, hovering it between the two of you. “Sweetheart… you wrote all this.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of awe.

You smiled, and it was full of love. 

“Why?” he whispered, because maybe, somewhere deep inside, a part of him still didn’t understand why anyone would think he was worth remembering.

You reached out, brushing your fingers over his metal hand, and he leaned into the touch like gravity.

“Because,” you said, placing a hand on his thigh, “sometimes the first time you do something doesn’t feel big to you. But it was big to me. And I didn’t want to forget.”

He looked at you like the ground had split open.

“I didn’t know I was—” He stopped, for a second, catching his breath. “I didn’t know I was getting better like that.”

“I’m so proud of you, Bucky,” you smiled, squeezing just a bit.

He closed his eyes for a second, like the words too a while to process. When he opened them again, the blue looked a tiny bit warmer.

He leaned forward until your foreheads touched, noses brushing.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

You smiled, your hand cupping his cheek.

“You have nothing to thank me for,” you reassured him. “Just… keep having firsts with me, yeah?”

He laughed. It was a little shaky, but lighter now.

Then he pulled back a bit, eyes drifting down to the pages again, thoughtful.

“…I’m gonna make a note, though,” he said.

You tilted your head. 

He flipped back a few pages until he stopped on July 4, eyes tracing your handwriting.

He swallowed. “I…. didn’t start loving you the way you loved me here,” he murmured.

Before you could speak or ask where he meant he flipped even further back, earlier, closer to the beginning.

He stopped at:

First time Bucky used the microwave at my place.

You blinked. That was like… four months before your first date ever.

“But…  that’s so early,” you whispered, surprised.

He gave a tiny smile, breaking your heart in the gentlest way.

“I know.”

He reached for a pen from the table but paused, looking at you first. “Can I?”

You realized what he was asking of you.

Not only if he could write, but also he could join the story.

Your chest warmed.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.”

He lowered the pen to the page.

His handwriting flowed in careful, elegant cursive. It was old-fashioned, gentler than the world ever was with him, nearer than your handwriting could ever hope to be. 

He wrote:

I burned the food. I nearly set the kitchen on fire, and all she did was laugh and order me dinner instead. We cuddled on the couch for the first time that night and I felt safe. Though we weren’t together yet, I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with her.

You pressed your hand over your mouth for a moment, then you laughed through tears, heart overflowing.

“That’s so sweet,” you whispered. And then you leaned in and kissed him.

He melted into it, his metal hand sliding to your waist, his other hand resting lightly against your jawline as if you were delicate and necessary to his survival.

When you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his again.

“I love you,” you said, but it was never a revelation.

“I know,” he whispered. Some part of him had always known, but hearing it again and again didn’t make it any less special. “I love you, too.”

After a moment of silence, you reached for the little label maker tape from the drawer nearby. You peeled off the tiny sticker on the corner of the cover, the one that read:

Bucky’s firsts

You smoothed a new strip over it and wrote:

Our firsts

You angled the notebook toward him, showing your work. 

“From now on,” you said, “we’ll write it together.”

Bucky stared at the label, then at you, like the universe had given him kindness in the form of a human being. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, sliding his fingers through yours. “Together.”

And for the first time in a long, long life, it didn't matter that everything was made to be broken.

All that mattered is that he now had a proof that he could be mended.

-end.

[rosiiv]

this is an absolute masterpiece. thank you for blessing my eyes with this. i haven't read such a good fic in a while so it's a nice surprise 🫶

[raven-dor]

when i look at you

in which loki laufeyson takes his brother’s advice: be brave

PAIRING: loki laufeyson x fem!reader, platonic!thor odinson x reader

WARNINGS: fluff, jealousy, hurt/comfort, Thor interrupting, slight angst ig, FLUFF ENDING!!

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

🎶 : i hear a symphony - cody fry

AN: 🩵💗💛 - imagine loki's looks are like 'the dark world' era!! eeeeeek i loved writing this so so much!! enjoy!!

“I still don’t understand how you convinced Odin to release you.” You called over your shoulder. “Your attack on Earth was but a month ago.” 

“I assume my mother had something to do with it. Odin himself seemed rather set on allowing me to rot.” 

“I’m sure he loves you…” You muttered under your breath so his ravens would not catch you. “In his own demented way.” 

Loki laughed, really laughed for the first time since his return. “He has allowed me to be released under the condition that I could not leave the castle grounds.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, gesturing to the woods around you. “And just what would you call this?” 

“The Royal Wood, which is an extension of the grounds,” Loki smirked. “I would never break my vow to my father.” 

You scoffed, your hands resting on your hips. “Do not lie to me, Loki Odinson. If you recall, we have a vow of our own.” 

“How could I forget?” You were children when you made him swear to never trick you. He had held strong, for the most part. “You are possibly the only person I would never lie to. Well…” He leaned against a tree, leaning his head back to take in the summer sun. “You and my mother.”

“If you say so.” You hated when he did this, when he made you feel special. It was horrible, the worst trick of all, mainly because he had no idea what he was doing to you. “I have to bring your mother these ingredients.” 

“Allow me to accompany you.” 

Your cheeks felt hot, and you shook your head, flustered yet again by his chivalrous behavior. “That’s not necessary.” 

“I insist.” He took the basket out of your arms, beckoning you to follow after him. “My mother would have my head if she saw a lady carrying such a load, let alone her favorite lady.” 

“Loki.” You scolded, reaching out to take the basket back. “I am not a lady.” 

“This again.” He sighed. “You are quite stubborn.” 

“You’re one to talk.” You laughed, cowering under the judgmental looks of the nobility you passed.

“Must you deny me this one kind act?” 

“It is not proper-” 

“You must be the only servant who complains when someone helps you.”

“I take pride in my work, Loki.” 

“An admirable quality.” The guards in front of his mother’s suite bowed their heads, opening the doors. “Still, you are stubborn.” 

“Loki-” You scowled, curtsying before the queen. “Your Majesty, the ingredients you requested.” 

“Thank you, my dear.”

Frigga was the very picture of elegance. Not only was she elegant, but she was also kind to everyone regardless of rank. You had no issue carrying out trivial tasks for the queen, because the queen never treated you as lesser than; she treated you as she would treat her own sons. “Did you have any trouble?” 

“Not at all, my lady.” 

“Mother.” Loki approached the golden-haired woman, kissing her cheek. “Tell your lady she must not bow when she greets you.” 

“Loki!” You gasped, turning to Frigga like you had been the one to say it. “My lady, I would never-” 

“Must you tease the girl so?” Frigga chastised her son. 

“I am so sorry, my lady.” 

“Do not apologize, my son is a prankster, as we all know.” She smiled warmly, tucking a strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. “Among many other admirable qualities.” 

Loki grew shy under his mother’s affection, brushing off her compliments. “We must be going.” 

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“You wished to visit the library, yes?” 

“I never-” You tilted your head. “Have you developed mind-reading powers as well?” 

He shrugged, kissing his mother’s cheek once more before extending his hand. “Shall we?” 

You smacked his hand away, walking out of the queen’s room with Loki trailing behind you. “If you can read minds now, please refrain from reading mine.” He laughed, and you smacked his arm. “I mean it, Loki.” 

“I cannot read minds. Remember that we have been friends for quite some time now. I know you perhaps better than I know myself.” 

“Well, no wonder. You are such a mystery.” You teased. “The rakish, brooding prince. I am surprised some lady has not taken you into her clutches.” 

“You think me rakish?” He raised an eyebrow, holding the library door open. 

“One observes things.” You shrugged, gliding over to the fiction section, grabbing the first book that caught your eye. “It is not a bad trait, I assure you.” 

“If you say so.” He looked rather disappointed, plopping into his favorite leather chair. 

“You are also kind, considerate, even. Loyal to a fault.” Your hand found his, squeezing it. “You are many things, but most of all, you are a wonderful friend.” 

“Friend.” He huffed, face scrunched like the word left a bad taste in his mouth. 

“Are we not friends?” You sat back, hand pulling away from his. Oh, how you wished you could stay like that forever, his forever-cold hand intertwined with yours. 

“Yes, we are.” He almost sounded disappointed. You decided not to dwell on it, immersing yourself in the novel. Loki simply stared, admiring your beauty, the way your eyes scanned the page, the way you smiled to yourself, the way your eyebrows furrowed. 

“You wear your heart on your sleeve.” He murmured.

Your eyes did not leave the page. “Oh?” 

“It is quite-” He stopped himself. “It is quite humorous.” 

“If it is so amusing, then by all means, keep staring.” You teased. You were used to this, the staring, the intense gaze Loki held. He loved to watch people, to observe those around him. At first, you had found it quite overwhelming, especially when you looked up to find him already staring at you. His eyes were beautiful, dangerous as they pulled you in. You shook your head, fighting against your imagination.

“My prince.” You looked up, fighting the urge to groan as the nuisance that was the Lady Ness approached. “I thought I would find you here.” 

Loki looked entirely unenthused, but still entertained the woman. “Hello, my lady.” 

The Lady Ness was the eldest daughter of one of Odin’s closest advisors. She was what Asgardians considered to be the perfect beauty, with blonde hair bordering on white, and beautiful pale blue eyes. She was tall, the very picture of royalty. 

Which is what she desperately wanted to be. She had followed the two princes around since you were children, treating them as if they were idols, gods even. 

They were, but still. It became tiresome. 

She had her sights set on Thor for eons, but after she learned of his undying love for the Lady Jane, she gave up, switching her sights to Loki. 

There was nothing the younger prince hated more than being the second choice. 

There was nothing you hated more than the Lady Ness suddenly finding interest in a man you’d loved since age five. You did not attempt to acknowledge the woman, simply looking back down at your book. It was hard to focus, though, with her constant chattering. 

“Will I see you at the Summer Solstice Ball, my prince?” 

Loki’s gaze fell back to you before responding. “You will indeed.” 

“How wonderful. I do love dancing.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “Do you enjoy dancing, my prince?” 

“With the right lady.” He nodded. “I do.” 

“Shall I reserve a place for you on my card?” Your hold on the book tightened. “It would be an immense honor.” A scoff fell from your lips, and your eyes widened. You had meant for that to be in your head. 

Loki smiled. “I’m afraid I-” 

“Is something the matter?” The Lady Ness interrupted, staring at you. “Have I done something to amuse you?” 

You looked up, shaking your head. “No, my lady.” 

“Now you remember your manners.” The Lady Ness raised an eyebrow. You simply stared back, your face blank. “When I entered the room, you did not curtsy. Are you manners selective?” 

You shut your book, standing up. “You seem rather concerned with my manners. How observant you must be.” The lady proudly nodded. “Allow me to explain, I bow to royalty.” You gestured to Loki before gesturing to her. “Not some common lady with an aptitude for mistreating servants.”

“Why I-” She gasped, stumbling over her words. You made a point to be over the top in your curtsy to the prince, before promptly walking out of the room.

You angrily picked bunches of moss from the forest floor, ripping it from the ground as if it had wronged you.

The Lady Ness annoyed you to no end, with her flirting and her flowy gowns and her touching Loki's arm. It was as if she did it on purpose, as if she amplified her flirting when you were there, like she was trying to tell you he was hers, that you could never have him. 

You already knew that, no thanks to her. It was something that kept you up into the late hours of the night, the ‘what-ifs’ haunting you even in sleep. 

If you were of some higher standing, you would have smacked her long ago. Unfortunately, you could only verbally attack her. 

“Are you quite well?” Loki’s voice broke you from your thoughts. “You did not stop when I called after you yesterday.” 

“I cannot stand her.” You complained. “She-she is without a doubt-” 

He looked rather amused at your ranting, hands clasped behind his back, his ever-familiar smirk gracing his lips. “I am sorry.” 

“Why should you be sorry?” You laughed bitterly. “I’m sure she will mellow with age.” 

“Mellow with age?” He raised an eyebrow.

You nodded, going back to your gathering. “Odin must be rather pleased with this match.” 

“Match?” It seemed as if Loki was stuck on repeat, parroting you with confusion etched in his tone. 

“Between you and Lady Ness.” You grumbled, brushing the dirt off your skirt as you stood. “I’m certain he has arranged for her to be your lady wife.” 

“I’m sorry?”

You walked further into the wood, Loki following after you. “She will be a great wife, I’m sure. She seems intelligent enough and could bring you company. Your children-” Your voice broke, and you felt your cheeks grow hot. “They will be menaces, but what child isn’t? I’m sure they will grow out of it, as she will grow out of her rather annoying attributes.” You pulled out your knife, cutting off a section of tree bark, your mind clouded with rage. “She will bring you happiness. I’m excited for you, truly-” You hissed, the knife falling out of your hand as you stared at the stream of blood that ran down your palm. “Ow.” 

Loki raced over, taking your hand in his as he observed the wound. “You were being careless.” 

“I was not.” Your eyes welled, the pain finally taking hold. “It is just a cut.” 

“You are practically crying.” He frowned. “You must be careful.” 

“I-” He waved his hand over your injury, the pain subsiding, the cut healing itself. You watched in fascination, the wound glowing green for a mere moment before dissapearing entirely. “How did you-” 

“Growing up with Thor meant I had to be prepared for anything.” He smiled, his fingers gently tracing over the once bloody finger. “Does it hurt?” 

You shook your head, voice quiet. “It’s like it never even existed.” 

“Good.” He looked up, his breath shaky when he met your gaze. “You frightened me.” 

“You worry too much.” You hadn’t meant to, truly, but your eyes fell to his lips, heart racing. “I’m sorry.” 

His hand found its way to your waist, pulling you close. You gasped, glaring as a smirk grew on the prince’s lips. “Whatever for, my lady?” 

“I didn’t mean to-” You swallowed. “I did not mean to insult the Lady-” 

“Please, do not speak her name any longer.” He groaned. “She is as tiresome as she is wealthy.”

“She is to be your lady wife, is she not?” You murmured, his hand that had once cradled your injured hand now holding your cheek. “She is quite the match.” 

He laughed. “I’m sure she will make some unlucky man rather miserable.” 

“Loki-” 

“If I have any say-” He whispered, his eyes dropping to your lips momentarily. “I will marry for love, not because my father made some strategic alliance. She is not for me, I assure you.” 

“You-” Loki now had your back against the tree, practically pinning you in position. His forehead lay against yours, your breath entwined with his. “You have some other lucky lady in mind?” 

He nodded. “I do.” 

“Oh?” The reality of the situation hit you like Mjolnir hit its enemies. Hard and true, you accepted that you might just kiss the man you’d loved since before you could remember. “Do I know her?” 

He nodded once more, his lips so close they brushed against yours as he spoke. “I believe so-” 

“Brother!” Your eyes widened, and you pushed Loki away, cheeks hot as you forced yourself to look as inconspicuous as possible. Thor’s voice rang through the wood. “Brother, where are you?” 

“I-” Loki stuttered, hand reaching out to hold you once more. “Just wait one moment-” 

“Ah!” Thor’s golden hair came into view, the god haphazardly destroying the forest floor. “My lady, it is wonderful to see you!” 

You curtsied, your heart and mind still racing from the moment before. “My prince. I was just leaving.” You couldn’t meet Loki’s eyes, simply nodding. “Loki.” 

You raced toward the castle, forgetting your basket full of ingredients. 

Loki would bring them to his mother later. 

“Have I interrupted something?” Thor’s voice held a certain sort of mischeif that made Loki feel uneasy. “It seems as if I caught the pair of you in a rather intimate moment.” 

“I-” Loki could not find the words, something that pleased Thor greatly. 

“The great trickster is speechless?” He grinned, patting his little brother on the back. “Oh, Loki, why did you not say something?” 

“Like you said. You interrupted.” He was practically glowering, glaring at his brother like it was his life’s purpose. “I-I had almost-” 

“Do you want my advice, brother?” Loki continued to glare at him, fighting the urge to stab the golden-haired imbecile in the gut. “You must do something. Be brave, show her you care.” 

“I was doing that!” Loki yelled. “You have the worst timing in the world-” 

“Calm down, brother.” Thor laughed. “When I first met the Lady Jane-” Oh gods, Loki thought as he rolled his eyes. Once Thor began to talk about Jane, he tended to never stop. “She was rather intimidating, smart, and beautiful. But after I showed her my interest, my-” 

Loki walked away, fists clenched tightly as Thor continued, following after him. 

You hadn’t seen Loki in days. 

You had gone to Frigga’s chambers after the incident, to apologize for leaving the ingredients behind, when you saw Loki just outside her door, the basket in hand. 

After that, you’d gone out of your way to avoid him. 

It was childish, you knew that, but you couldn’t look at him without transforming into a blabbering mess. You purposely did your chores outside of the castle grounds so he could not follow you or surprise you. 

Your room was deep in the ground, chilly from its lack of sunlight and candles. You hadn’t minded before, but now that you were in your self-prescribed isolation, you couldn’t help but wish you had a prettier view. 

Just when you thought you’d forgotten, that you’d gotten over your momentary lapse in judgment, it all came rushing back. His hand cradling your cheeks, his lips brushing against yours, his fingertips digging into your hip. A chill ran down your spine, and you shook your head as if that would rid you of the scandalous thoughts. 

He was simply being kind, caring for you as you had cared for him.

A handmaiden walked into your room unannounced, gently placing a large box on your simple vanity. You jumped when you saw her. “I did not see you.” 

The handmaiden, one of Frigga’s, no doubt, smiled kindly. “I gathered. I was tasked with ensuring you received this package, and was told you must wear it to the Summer Solstice Ball.” 

“Wear it?” You tilted your head, rising from your bed to inspect the gift. “Is it a gown?” 

“It is indeed, my lady.” 

So this had been Loki’s doing.

“You must not call me that.” You smiled. “I am no lady.” 

The handmaiden shrugged, glancing over your shoulder curiously as you pulled apart the forest green ribbon that held together the wrappings. “It seems to me that you shall be soon.” 

“What-” You choked, shaking your head vehemently. “I- that is-” 

“I will take my leave.” She bowed quickly, shutting the door behind her.  You cursed the god of Mischief, vowing that when you were done ignoring him, you would scold him for his antics. The wrappings fell away, your eyes welling as you stared at the gown.

After all these years, all this time, he never forgot a single thing you told him, and this gown was proof. It was exactly what you’d described to him two thousand years ago. 

You’d been young then, much more naive than now. You and Loki were lounging in the gardens, watching the nobility walk by in their dreamy attire. You sighed, staring down at your robes in embarrassment. “Could you conjure me something?” 

“I can try.” Loki nodded, placing his book down beside him. “What is it you wish for?” 

“A nicer dress.” You were jealous of their beauty, your simple frock nothing compared to their silky pastel gowns. 

“I-” He frowned. “I am sorry. My powers are not-” 

You shook your head. “Forget I said anything.” 

He nodded, watching you with interest. “What would it look like, your dream gown?” 

It would look like this. The gown that he’d sent you, which now hung delicately in your closet, two thousand years later. 

You could hear the roar of the partygoers from the end of the hall, your nerves growing more and more the closer you got. You thanked the gods that this was not the kind of ball where attendees were announced, as you would surely faint from the judgmental eyes that fell on you. 

The ballroom glowed bright golden, the light the candles provided reflecting off the pure gold walls. Your jaw hung loose, taking in the decorations, the people, the fashion. Your eyes fell to the bottom of the stairs, cheeks growing hot when you met Loki’s gaze. 

He was standing by the Lady Ness, who looked livid that you had torn his attention from her. 

You couldn’t find it in you to care, not when he was looking at you like that. His smile was bright, and he looked devilishly handsome in his forest green attire, walking up the steps. 

You took a deep breath, meeting him in the middle. “My prince.” 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He spoke plainly, as if it were fact. Technically, it was.

“I-”

“Do not try and deny it.” He offered his arm. “Shall we?” 

You gladly complied with his request, cheeks growing hot, from the attention or Loki’s gaze, you couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was both. “You remembered.” You looked over, finding satisfaction in the way your words had caused Loki to turn red. “I can’t believe you remembered.” 

He shrugged like what he’d done wasn’t the most romantic thing you’d ever experienced. “Only the best for-” 

“My prince.” You clenched your fist when Lady Ness’s grating voice met your ears, turning toward the enemy. “I lost you for a moment.” 

Loki laughed. “Yes, you did.” His hand tightened, pulling you closer to his side as if to signal he was occupied. You had felt it was rather obvious, but Lady Ness had a history of feigning ignorance to blatantly obvious rejections. 

“Shall we dance?” Lady Ness’s steely blue eyes darted toward you, as if she were trying to scare you off. You were not deterred by her weak attempt at intimidation, your hand still comfortably held in Loki’s. “You did promise me.” 

He tilted his head. “Did I?” 

You laughed, your hand falling to your side. “It is but one dance.” The Lady Ness let out a gasp that neither of you acknowledged. “I’m quite parched anyhow.” 

He nodded. “As you wish.” 

The Lady Ness looked entirely displeased at his actions, especially over the phrase ‘as you wish,’ which had been directed toward you, and not her request. You made your way to the drinks, taking a flute of champagne as you found your place in the corner of the room. Leaning against the column, you glared as Lady Ness cackled, downing the flute in one go. 

Loki had not planned for this to happen. 

He had planned for you to receive the dress, to escort you down the steps. He had also planned to confess his undying love for you, but Lady Ness once again interrupted.

She had the most inconvenient timing. 

He led her to the middle of the dance floor, putting as much distance as possible. The Lady Ness kept laughing, which he found odd, as he had not said a single thing since the dance had begun. He kept looking around the edge of the room, searching for your familiar frame. 

Ah. 

You looked radiant. Positively glowing. He’d always loved you in that color. If he was being honest with himself, he loved you in every color. He frowned, watching as you chewed your nails, something you had the habit of doing when you were anxious. 

“My prince?” The Lady Ness called out as he walked away from her in the middle of the dance floor, stalking toward you, the crowd parting as he walked. 

“Dance with me.” 

You jumped, clutching your heart. “Gods, Loki, you scared me.” You guiltily looked at your fingers before meeting his gaze. “I-” 

He waved his hand, all the rips you’d made in your delicate skin gone in an instant. “Dance with me.” 

“Loki.” You looked over his shoulder, eyes widening at the sobbing lady he’d left in the middle of the floor. “Have you gone mad?” 

“Possibly.” 

“You cannot just leave her in the middle of the floor.” You leaned closer, whispering so the many eavesdropping ears around you could not hear. “Even if she is quite annoying.” 

“I am the prince. I can do as I wish.” 

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “You-” It seemed he took your lack of rejection as a yes, holding your hand firmly in his as he pulled you to the middle of the dance floor, the light waltz playing in the background. “You are the most indignant, prideful, scheming man I have ever known.” 

He smiled, a squeak leaving your lips when he pulled you much closer than a waltz called for. “Tell me what else I am.” 

“You-” You gulped, growing nervous under his ever attentive eye. “You are-” 

“It seems you are at a loss for words.” He whispered in your ear, a chill running down your spine from the proximity of it all. “Is that a recent development, my lady?” 

“You are arrogant.” You hissed. 

He grinned. “I am.” 

“You are marvelous.” 

“I am.” His reaction was delayed, caught off guard by your sudden compliment. 

“It seems you are at a loss for words.” You parroted his words from just a moment ago. “Is that a recent development, my prince?” 

“You are a wonder.” He held your gaze so beautifully that any innocent bystander would assume you were both deeply in love. “You look divine, a goddess in your own right.” 

“Loki.” You felt as if you could melt, the music slowing to a stop before you could respond. The crowd around you clapped wildly, obviously invested in the show you two had put on. 

Loki bowed, his brother catching his gaze. Thor was practically jumping, mouthing the words he had said days before. 

Be brave.

It was so unfortunate when his brother was right. You stood upright, following Loki’s gaze to see Thor grinning like a buffoon. “What is he-” 

Loki’s hands grabbed your face, pulling your lips to his. Your eyes widened at the action, weak from his touch. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer. He grinned, a hand falling to your hips, squeezing.

You gasped, your knees weakening. “Loki-” 

“Is all that you can say my name?” He whispered, his forehead once again lying against yours.

“You are a-” He leaned down, kissing your lips once more.

“I love you…” His breath was heavy, pupils blown as he stared at you. “Most ardently.” 

A tear fell down your cheek, and you grinned. “Most ardently?” 

He nodded, voice wavering. “I assume you love me as well?” 

“I do.” You kissed the corner of his mouth softly, so softly he had barely felt it. “With my whole being."

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[rosiiv]

ngl i kinda felt like thor in this one

[yourmum8609]

we girls are honestly simple creatures. we want one of two guys:

Dark, Sexy, Morally gray guy

pretty much exactly that lol

dark hair, nice eyes, scars, tall, you get the gist

super unaffectionate with else except her

spoils her like a princess

beats anyone up who looks at her AHHHHH

speaks another language (this is extremely important in bed)

Golden Retriever, Sweet, Handsome guy

literally the nicest guy in the entire world

loves cuddling, like cannot and will not go a day without it

kisses EVERYWHERE

also spoils you

constantly complementing you

is protective but not in a ‘you can’t wear that out’ kind of way

don’t break his heart istg

[rosiiv]

im just a girl ig...