#[ t. daisy chains and flower crowns ]

[coqxettee]

How to be Coquette in Spring 🐣🌸

How to be the girliest, coquette forest fairy, in bloom for the Spring season 🍃🧚‍♀️💌

Wake up early every Spring morning. Everything is in bloom! Read a light hearted book in bed. Open your window to smell the fresh air and flowers if your lucky like me and live in the countryside! If your in a city, go for a walk! Have a shower, do your skincare and make a healthy, Spring breakfast. Maybe some fruit with all the fresh colors now the weather is warming up? 🍓🍉

Wear floral print everything! (Especially in Springtime) 🌷 Pick an airy, fairy light outfit. But make sure it’s still warm incase it gets chilly and there are any April showers 🌧 Some Coquette Spring clothing essentials are (milkmaid tops, Mary Janes, floral dresses, pretty skirts, cardigans, flower crowns, satchels, light-knit sweaters, crochet items 🎀)

School or work can be boring. But Spring makes everything better 💐 Walk to school/work if you can and listen to Lana. Make your notes look pretty with some pretty flower doodles, leaf drawings or add flower pressing to your school books/journals. Wear flowers in your hair to school, make daisy chains at break/lunch. Bring in some Spring treats for your friends to enjoy. Maybe buy a new floral backpack and add some pretty flower charms to it, also invest in some pastel highlighters/stationary for Spring. Put some Spring stickers on your headphones/water bottle🌼

Go on a picnic. This is literally the perfect time of year to as the weather is getting warmer. Take a pink, gingham picnic blanket with you and go and have fun! Take some pictures for Instagram and you could even decorate a pretty cake to bring with you 🎂

Do some Spring baking. Heart shaped cookies, cupcakes, pastel rice crispie nests, jam envelope’s, cherry pie, the list is endless. You could also bring these sweet treats on your picnic! 🍰💌

Have a tea party. By yourself or with friends. You could go vintage shopping for some beautiful china teacups/tea sets. Bake scones, but biscuits and pretty sweets like marshmallows, party rings, bon-bons and macaroons. Buy a selection of Tea’s and dress up elegantly. Decorate your table with a pink tablecloth and add pretty decorations all around. Wear silk, lacy gloves too, so you look like a Spring princess sipping her tea 🍵🎀

Do some flower pressing 🌸

Buy anything that is “ditsy floral” print and anything that is Bunny themed 🐰

Have a yellow, pink, cream, beige and baby blue wardrobe all throughout this time of year 💝

Go on long Spring walks. Even if you live in a city. You can take pretty photos and see wildlife as you walk ⛅️

Wear flowers or bows in your hair everyday to really emulate Spring through your outfits. Wether they be casual or classy at all times 🪷

Have a new Spring scent. There are so many floral scented perfumes, and you could correlate one for this season. Then whenever you smell that scent again, you will be reminded of Spring 🌷

Buy a pink raincoat and umbrella to splash in April shower puddles. Take some cute photos with them for Instagram and put a “rainy day” quote as the caption💦💗

Don’t forget to indulge in sweet treats. Especially because it has been Easter. Now winter comfort food is out the way, Spring is a very sweet and refreshing time of year. Treat yourself and venture out of your comfort zone with some yummy looking new pastries or sweets from another country. (I love Japan’s sweets soooo much!) 🍡

Make a new “Coquette Spring playlist” or just add mine to your library 😋 ⬇️🌸

Read light hearted novels or fantasy children’s hooks, outside on sunny days. 📖

Have a “Coquette Spring” movie marathon. Cinderella (2015), Marie Antionette, Tangled, Pride & Prejudice and A room with a view are all beautiful and visually aesthetically pleasing movies to watch this time of year 🌸

And that’s it! I hope you have the most beautiful Spring ever and have fun frolicking around in fresh, sweet meadows, in pretty silk dresses from morning till noon 🌷🐰

- Kellen

[edwin-paynes-bowtie]

What is ur personal favourite, hands down recommended reading order? The way you like most, the way that's the most optimal way of reading it? According to you of course (and maybe including extra chapters) ? :))

Key:

Cassie Clare Canon -> If a short story is listed by name, it means I recommend you read it there rather than where I list the rest of the story collection. Or, you know, you could reread the story and have fun ;)

My fanfic

NOT PUBLISHED YET. Indicates a WIP that I am actively working on. I did not list WIPs that I am not actively working on.

My fanfic, but NSFW

@vwritesaus fanfic because I accept all her works as canon and also we share almost every headcanon so they fit in with all the other stuff on this list.

W/T -> Wessa

M -> Matthew

EIR -> Expert in Romantics Series

T/A -> Thomastair

TWLTB -> Together We'll Learn to Breathe Series

J/C -> Herondaisy

Note: I have only included fanfics that are fully canon compliant. I have others as does V, and you should read those too :P But these are just canon and bonus chapters.

TID

When Our Eyes Meet, Darling, I Fancy You

Have I Known You Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years? W/T

Leaves, Cider Donuts, and William Herondale W/T

Happy Birthday, My Tess W/T

Tale as Old as Time W/T

The Howling Wind W/T

My Hips and Thighs and Whispered Sighs (Oh Lord) W/T

The Whitechapel Fiend

A Tale of a Great Behemoth W/T

Nothing But Shadows

Cast Long Shadows

Come Feel This Magic I've Been Feeling Since I Met You T/A

Every Exquisite Thing

A Combination of Shock and Awe M

The Midnight Heir

The Penultimate Hours

Chain of Gold

Empty Bottles, Heavy Hearts, the Memories of Broken Dreams T & Lily

The Letter Game

Part-Time Soulmate, Full-Time Problem T/A

Chain of Iron

Chain of Thorns

Daisy, My Daisy... J/C

breathe T/A

Enouement J/C

Chrysalism T/A

Can We Dance Through an Avalanche? T/A

Serindipity Ari/Anna NOT PUBLISHED YET.

Adronitis NOT PUBLISHED YET.

A Therapeutic Chain of Events T/A TWLTB

The Closet Game A & C

The Golden Age of Something Good and Right and Real T/A

Butterflies J/C

Prices & Vices (I End Up in Crisis) M & A

Your Flower's Filled With Vitriol M & A

In the Gutter, Looking at the Stars M & A

The Name We Give Our Mistakes M

Summer Went Away (Still the Yearning Stays) M

Love Thorns All Over This Rose J/C

You Drew Scars Around My Stars T/A TWLTB

Passed Down Like Folk Songs (The Love Lasts So Long) T/A

Taffy Stuck and Tongue Tied A & Grace

It's a Love Story (Baby Just Say Yes) J/C

Soul to the Universe (Wings to the Mind) J/C, T/A, M

I Can See You (Up Against a Wall With Me) J/C

Across our Great Divide There Is a Glorious Sunrise M

Fourty-Eight M

Dreamscapes on the Wall T/A

I'm a Fire and I'll Keep Your Brittle Heart Warm T/A

The Diaries of Sir Thomas Lightwood, Age 14 T/A

what's in a kiss (by any other touch would feel just as sweet) T/A

A Troublesome Tale of Truffles & Trifles T/A

Religion in Your Lips (the Altar Is My Hips) T/A

A Dazzling Haze, A Mysterious Way About You T/A

Seeking Lapsang Souchang J/C

The Crown You Never Take Off T/A

Closets of Backlogged Dreams T/A

dear christopher T/A

Life Is Not Complex (We Are Complex) M EIR Eugenia/OC

The Cheap Severity of Abstract Ethics M & T/A

Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby M & T

Got Me Right Where You Want Me, Baby (Could I Be More Obvious?) T/A

More Than Anything: A Thomas and Alastair Drabble Collection T/A

The Besotted Couple's Guide to Half-Baked Mistakes J/C

Privacy Sign on the Whole World J/C

Until the Stars Burn Out: A James and Cordelia Drabble Collection J/C

Flying in a Dream, Stars By the Pocketful T/A

Twenty Minutes T/A

hygge T/A

Like a Candle You Burnt Out T/A

Christmas on the Balcony W/T

The Surprise T/A & C

i'm only me when i'm with you J/C

Every Tear's a Rain Parade From Hell T/A TWLTB

A Dwindling Mercurial High T/A TWLTB

Bloodsucker, Famefucker T/A TWLTB

Baby You Got Lucky Cause You're Rockin With the Best T/A

Is This the End of All the Endings? (My Broken Bones Are Mending) T/A

Dinner in the Dark T/A

For One Moment, Our Lives Met (Our Souls Touched) M EIR Ragnor/Catarina

Fashion Is Ephemeral (Art Is Eternal) Matthew EIR T/A

A Little Sincerity (A Dangerous Thing) M EIR Risa/OC

The Moon in Her Chariot of Pearl M EIR T/A

Days Future: Paris 1912 T/A

A Ribbon of Dream T/A

Kaleidoscope of Loud Heartbeats Under Coats T/A

Moonlight Sonata and I T/A

Connecting the Tide to the Sand That Was Dry T/A

Love on Ice T/A

portrait of a dissipated parisian T/A

Time, Mystical Time M

TMI 1-4

The Red Scrolls of Magic

TMI 5-6

Tales From the Shadowhunter Academy

The Bane Chronicles

TDA, if you absolutely must, but I usually recommend people don't waste their time.

Ghosts of the Shadow Market

The Lost Book of the White

Sentimental Boy Is My Nom de Plume W/T

This Beautiful Beast M T/A and Kit H

TWP

[inaris-mage-of-storms]

}{ Wildflowers and Roses }{ Read on AO3 }{ flower husbands//rated T }{

Scott felt a little like one of the flower crowns he was weaving, if he really thought about it.

They were beautiful things, things that looked delicate on the surface until you gave them a tug and realized the underlying strength that held them together. They were intricate and deliberate creations, petals carefully arranged to hide the supporting construction of braided stems. (Especially if the stems were bent or bruised in places. Those he took extra care to hide away, adding extra support to ensure the chain didn't snap at its weaker points.) Every movement he took to weave them was calculated, even if by now it was a familiar and easy dance as his fingers took the flowers and spun them into the appearance he wanted to display.

He might have arranged himself into something that looked a little standoffish and flippant to others, but there were things that Scott loved with all his heart, tucked away inside the woven layers of himself.

He loved days like today, for example. It was the height of summer in Chromia, and the sun poured itself over the meadow. With his hat and colorful coat cast aside in the grass beside him, the sunlight rested hot in Scott's cyan hair and melted into the exposed skin of his arms. A few wispy clouds brushed against the brilliant blue canvas of the sky, like a forgetful artist had made only a swipe or two with his brush before walking away.

Scott hummed softly and threaded a stem through itself around its companion. He loved the breeze that danced across the hill, soothing the summer heat just as it teetered on the edge of being too much. He loved everything it carried with it, like the laughter of his citizens as they walked the streets of Chromia, and the heady perfume of the flowers that joined it in its dance. It picked up a few loose petals and trailed them over the wheat fields and the long grass of the meadow, and the movement made the landscape shimmer in the light of the summer sun.

There were so many things Scott loved. He loved silk sheets and pretty clothes and delicious food. He loved his kingdom and his people and his flowers and his llamas. He loved adventure and wit and new experiences. He loved sitting in the warm sun to weave flower crowns on a lazy day. But there was one thing he loved above all else, one thing sweeter and warmer than any other experience he'd ever had, one thing that he kept tucked inside his heart and treasured more greatly than any shiny trinket in his extensive collection.

Scott gave the final knot of his flower crown one last tug and arranged the petals until they sat where he wanted them to, then draped the offering reverently over the chest of the sheriff that slept in the grass beside him. It wasn't the only floral accessory Jimmy had been gifted as the afternoon drifted on; his vest and hat were laying next to Scott's coat and hat, and Scott had taken the opportunity to crown Jimmy's bare head with a circlet of daisies and lilacs as he napped. Other flower crowns trailed over his chest and stomach and arms, burying him in sunflowers and tulips and lilies.

The king of Chromia liked to surround himself with lovely things, but Jimmy was the pinnacle of it all. Scott stretched out on his stomach and propped his chin on a hand, looking at the sunbeam given human form that lay before him. The flower crowns rose and fell with the steady movement of his chest as he breathed. One hand was tucked behind his head and the other rested on his stomach. Scott reached for stems of clover and wove them into a chain, then slowly, carefully so as not to disturb his lover's slumber, he slid the braid around Jimmy's wrist and tied it into a bracelet.

Scott loved summer and shining beauty, so it was only natural that he loved Jimmy, he thought. The sun could be too much for some people. Sometimes its heat was intense and angry, and burned people without meaning to. But it was also warm and comforting, and Scott was drawn to Jimmy like his flowers were drawn to the sun, like something he not only wanted but needed for survival.

The crown on Jimmy's head slipped a little as he shifted in his sleep, and Scott pushed it back into place. The grass around them rustled in the breeze, and the petals covering Jimmy fluttered with the movement. A cloud floated by overhead, too delicate to make any difference to the sunlight.

Eventually Jimmy stirred again, and Scott smiled when deep brown eyes met his own mismatched gaze. A slow smile crossed Jimmy's lips in return, and Scott's heart fluttered like the wings of the butterfly that drifted past them. "Hi," said Jimmy.

"Hi," said Scott. They both kept their voices low, not wanting to disperse the spell that surrounded them. There was no otherworldly glow, but Scott recognize the magic nonetheless. So long as it persisted, the entire world was contained in a little bubble in a sun-touched meadow. Nothing else existed but the flowers and the sunshine and the two of them.

Scott leaned down and pressed his lips to Jimmy's, sun-warmed and soft. Jimmy's hand came up to cup his cheek, and he tried to pull Scott down to him but was met with resistance. "I don't want to crush your flowers," said Scott with a smile against Jimmy's mouth.

Jimmy looked down at himself, then laughed. "Oh, gosh. How long was I asleep?" He set the offerings aside and sat up, feeling the flower crown on his head as he did so. He reached up to touch it and saw the clover around his wrist, and chuckled again. "I look like I've been claimed by the meadow."

Scott leaned back on his hands. "Nope, only by me," he said, eyes sweeping over Jimmy's form. "My own personal sunbeam."

Another smile to warm his heart, and Scott answered it with his own. Jimmy leaned over to kiss him again, wrapping an arm around his back. Scott settled into the support and wrapped his arms around Jimmy's neck, and they lowered down into the soft grass together. Scott loved the way Jimmy's mouth moved against his, gentle and pliant. He loved the way Jimmy's body blanketed his, hiding him away from anything and everything that wasn't love personified. Scott slid a hand up to tangle in Jimmy's golden hair, and his eyes fluttered shut.

A circlet of daisies and lilacs slid from Jimmy's head to land in the grass next to Scott's as they arranged themselves into an easy and familiar dance. It was the height of summer in Chromia, and the sun poured itself over the meadow, and Scott loved Jimmy with all his heart.

[spacemanxephos]

Flower Crowns [Xephna]

Title: Flower Crowns

Pairing: Xephos and Lalna [Xephna]

Rating: General

Genre: Fluff

Words: 978

Warnings: None!

A/N: Consider this an early Crimbus present. *Please don’t reblog to kin/rp/introject blogs!* Also, this takes place pre-relationship during Moonquest :] (Crossposted on ao3)

Lalna had been puzzled when he returned from mining and Xephos hadn’t been in Baked Bean Fort. Considering the man was a workaholic who practically never left his work station, Lalna had reason to be slightly confused.

He’d immediately pulled out his communicator and turned on the mic. “Xeph’? You here? I just got back.”

It only took a few moments for Xephos to answer.

“Yes! I’m sorry, friend, I didn’t expect you to be back yet. I’m by the edge of that nice forested area, where we found the sheep, do you remember?”

Lalna nodded to himself. “Yeah, I think so. I’ll be there in just a second.”

Technically, it ended up taking him more than just a minute to get to Xephos. He panted slightly as he arrived, missing his flying armor. Even a faulty flying ring would be better than this, he thought grumpily.

When Lalna approached he found Xephos surrounded by wildflowers, sitting cross legged and weaving them together. He brightened as Lalna approached.

“Lalna! How was it?”

“Good, got some more aluminum,” he hummed, emphasizing the last word. “Would’ve been better if Honeydew hadn’t decided to faff around the whole time.” He complained, only half-serious.

Xephos sighed. “Is he still down there?”

“Yeah, he wanted to stay down there a bit longer. I think he said he’ll be back by morning.”

Xephos nodded contemplatively. “Alright. I suppose he’ll do better by himself when he doesn’t have anyone to fool around with.”

Lalna nodded in agreement, and observed closer what Xephos was doing. The wildflowers surrounding him were in sorted piles, and atop his head was a flower crown. Another was in his hand, apparently still in the process of being made.

“Flower crowns?” Lalna asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

Xephos nodded and averted his eyes, his cheeks glowing with embarrassment. “Yes, Honeydew taught me how to make them a while back. I didn’t realize I’d been out here so long, we can go back in and get started working-“

Lalna interrupted him. “No, no! It’s okay, I don’t care. Honeydew’s not here to berate us, let’s embrace it.” He grinned crookedly.

Xephos snorted slightly at that. Lalna crouched down next to Xephos, inspecting the one on his head. It was blue and white, made out of forget-me-nots and daisies. A few sprigs of baby’s breath had been delicately intertwined into the main chain.

“They look really nice,” he complimented.

Xephos brightened. “Thank you! I could teach you how to make them, if you’d like,” he offered.

Lalna shrugged. “Sure. Whatever to not have to go work on that bloody rocket,” he grumbled. Xephos laughed again and Lalna felt himself grin at the sound.

Xephos hummed and studied Lalna for a moment. “Now your eyes are that lovely blue-green color, so we ought to choose flowers with colors that make them pop,” He said decisively, rising to his feet and beginning to hunt for flora.

Lalna startled. “You- you think my eyes are lovely?”

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I?” Xephos replied matter-of-factly, not even looking up. Lalna felt his cheeks heat up.

“Oh, er, thanks,” he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully.

Xephos continued on rambling cheerfully, climbing his way through the wildflowers. “Now, see, we need ones that are the opposite of green and blue. What’s the opposite of green?”

“Uh, purple?”

“Right, yes, what flowers are purple…” He trailed off.

Lalna watched Xephos quickly pick out the flowers. He returned with an armful of different flowers, still babbling to himself. “…And we also want ones that have longer stems, they’re easier to weave, as well.”

He sat back down next to Lalna. “Okay, so I chose daisies, because they usually work well, and I found these purple ones, as well. I’m not sure what they’re called, but-“

“Cosmos,” Lalna interrupted. “Those are called cosmos.”

“Cosmos! Cosmos, cosmos,” Xephos repeated to himself in that way that meant he was trying very hard to learn a new Minecraftian word.

“So, daisies, cosmos, and then baby’s breath. They’re nice for detailing. Now to weave them together…” Xephos began demonstrating the process, his thin fingers nimbly wrapping the stems around the others and creating a chain faster than Lalna could have imagined. Lalna picked up a few flowers and began clumsily trying to mimic the motion, but found himself more so enamored by Xephos’ air of quiet concentration. The gentle purse of the man’s lips and knitting of his brow was familiar, but less stressed than usual.

It only took a few minutes and Xephos had finished the chain, expertly tying it off and smiling satisfactorily.

“There! Simple enough,” he beamed, presenting the finished crown for Lalna to look at.

Lalna looked down at the mess of crumpled stems in his hands. “Er, yeah. Maybe you could go slower next time? I didn’t quite catch what you were doing,” he said.

Xephos flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, right. Sorry, I guess I got distracted.” He admitted.

“Well, no matter- here.” Xephos smiled and gently placed the crown on Lalna’s head. His hand brushed a piece of Lalna’s hair out of his eyes and Lalna felt his cheeks heat up again. They stared at each other for a moment. Xephos’ eyes were glowing brightly with delight. Lalna’s face burned further still.

“Thanks, Xeph’,” he finally managed to say, hoping the flush on his cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

Xephos beamed. “Of course, friend. Would you like to try again? I’ll help you step by step this time.”

Lalna nodded and relaxed his shoulders. “Sure.”

Xephos began making another chain, talking as he went through each step. But Lalna found himself unable to concentrate on the instructions no matter how he tried. He sighed, finally relaxed and rested his chin on his hand.

“Xephos?”

“Yes, Lalna?”

“I think your eyes are lovely too.”

[racxnteur]

Completed commission for @lurkerdelima of their druid boyfriend OCs, Aneirin and Rylan! I heard ‘Order of the Sunflower’ and went h o r d into the decorative motif lol. (Fun fact, last day of working on this I realized I was wearing a t-shirt with sunflowers as a repeating print on it. Image ref: EQUIPPED.)

Micron liner pens and Copic art markers on marker paper, 9 x 12 in.

I worked my bones off on all the little details for this one so I am including some close-ups under the cut and little details! Enjoy! ☺️

The daisy flowers in their hair is for midsummer: Aneirin keeps it simple while I gave Rylan a proper daisy-chain crown.

Robes were described as more typically darker colors, hooded, with long sleeves—but I really loved the summer/midsummer theme, so I gave them lighter outfits in accordance with the season. There are actually pants under there, too, and the sleeves are pushed back and bound with ribbon banding to stay higher on the arm, as otherwise they would be quite large and hang down to the wrist. My thought is, gotta keep that fabric under control when you’re out collecting flowers!

(I used sooo much tracing paper working out outfit layering and labored over how to convey the bunched fabric to such an extent, lol.)

The bunny you see above and the pendant necklace below are treasured childhood belongings of Aneirin and Rylan, respectively—at some point, they exchange these as gifts, and I found that too cute not to include, so they’re both showing off the other’s token.

I also poked around a lot to find nice little trim/embroidery details for each garment. I toyed with like fifteen border stitch designs before choosing the interlocking geometric one you see here; the full version would have this around the skirt of the underrobe as well. The green-and-gold trim for the open-front tunic vests is simpler, just sort of a three-pip design to mimic leaf or petal shapes. But I couldn’t resist going properly in on the sunflowers motif for the hanging waist wrap, clearly… had to get full and partial stylized sunflower designs in there, plus a series of leaf appliqués up the side and an array of sunflower seeds at the bottom! 😅 This is what happens when I am commissioned for druids whose order happens to feature my favorite flower.

Final sunflower details: Rylan is wearing a wicker horn-o’-plenty/cornucopia that is hung like a satchel via attached shoulder strap. In my head, he uses this to collect sunflower stems for midsummer celebrations. He’s tucked some daisies in there too because why not, and has Aneirin’s gifted bunny sitting atop the bunch as a helpful flower-gathering companion.

Aneirin is described as a little more reserved—but also a very Long and Slender boy, so for him instead I gave him a more elaborately decorated waist belt. The sunflower brooches here were a BITCH to try and detail with brush-tip markers, but I think in the end it’s a pretty good hit for the glazed enamel vibe I was going for! He’s got a beaded cord hanging over the waist wrap too (and a stitched-on stylized sun on the cinch) because I love unnecessary detail.

Anyway…

I had a lot of indulgence with this art overall, and hopefully it comes across well. Shout-out again to Lurker for commissioning me, and if you want to know more about Aneirin and Rylan as OCs, go follow @lurkerdelima ! 😄

[archive-gaiaplanet]

@champiionic ━━ ✰ . ❝ daisy chain making is so much harder than the stories make it seem. ❞ For Amy, from Sonic!

A soft giggle left Amy while her own hands were occupied with the flowers; she had worn something more simple today, a nice t-shirt ( similar to her regular dress ) alongside a pair of leggings. Her usual gloves and boots were present, as well as her INHIBITOR RINGS. The pink hedgehog playfully nudged Sonic, before getting back to her own chain.

❝ Awww, it's not that hard! You just... ❞ Emerald eyes land on the poor, misshapened flower crown in his hands. ❝ ....You just need a lot of practice and some TLC, that's it! ❞

[namusthetic]

The Four Seasons

Color guide for the characters' comments:

Winter; Spring; Summer; Autumn;

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Winter

Jittery because had way too much sugar

Started buying presents and wrapping them in September

Has a special mug for every occasion

Likes to relax by the fire while reading or scrolling through their phone

Gives Christmas-themed socks to everyone

Sits in weird positions

Loud and affectionate with people they feel close with (even too affectionate... )

Cold and unforgiving when pissed

Has a reading list and is gonna finish it before the year ends (hopefully)

Struggles with anger management

Smiles at strangers on the street

Starts stuttering and their lisp comes out when too nervous or excited (I heard Autumn saying it was cute - oh really? - S-spring!!!!!!)

Loves surprises

Prideful, gets offended easily, but also forgives and forgets easily (it took us a whole afternoon to get them to open the door just because the three of us hung out without them - still don't know why we bothered. - HEY!!! )

Calls instead of texting

Ready to throw hands if any of their friends gets bullied or insulted

Aesthetics:

Hot chocolate and a crackling fireplace, Christmas songs and mulled wine, snow and cold wind, warm scarves and knitted gloves, snow angles and snowball fights, smirks and fistbumps, warm sweaters and tight hugs, doodles on frosty window panes, dad jokes and uncoordinated dance moves

Playlist:

Mr. Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra

Everybody Talks by Neon Trees

Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

Tongue Tied by Grouplove

(I Can Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Eleanor Rigby by Cody Fry

Somebody To Love by Queen

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas by Michael Bublé

Snowman by Sia

Winter Wonderland by Michael Bublé

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen

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Spring

Has various nervous tics because of anxiety

Always sitting on the floor

Often with their head in the clouds (AM NOT! - darling, I've literally seen you walk into door frames more times than I can count - ... )

Almost never raises their voice

Starts reading a book, then forgets about it and starts another one

Gets lost in daydreaming and dissociates from reality

Defends strongly what they believe in

"If I were a frog you'd be welcome on my lily pad"

Starts projects but never finishes them

Sensitive, cries easily when animals and environment is involved

In touch with their emotions and nature (and also with summer apparently - if you don't shut up, I swear. - Autumn, help me!! - oh, hell nah)

Spends long afternoons having pic-nics in the park, reading, sleeping and sunbathing

Walks in the woods looking for fae traps and playing hide and seek with foxes

Aesthetics:

Flower crowns, pic-nics and apricot jam, sunshine filtering through the leaves, birds chirping and bubbly laughter, bumblebees and bees flying from flower to flower, soft singing, flower crowns and daisy chains, curious eyes and pastel colors, small frogs and lilly pads, strawberry toasts and herbal teas, sweet smiles and paint-stained hands

Playlist:

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Cool Kids by Echosmith

Ophelia by The Lumineers

Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's

Swing Lynn by Harmless

My Kind of Woman by Mac DeMarco

girls by girl in red

Coffee by beabadoobee

Juliet by Cavetown

rises the moon by Liana Flores

Where'd All the Time Go? By Dr. Dog

cardigan by Taylor Swift

No Plan by Hozier

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Summer

Sleeps with the windows open

Goes to the beach at sunrise to walk along the shore

Parties until late at night and comes home in the early morning

Afraid of never being good enough

Plans their day to the second, has a set goal in life

Chatty, makes friends easily but sometimes tries too hard

Just plain gorgeous (agreed!! - *blushes*)

Constantly doing something so they doesn't have any time to wallow in their thoughts

Sees the best in people (even Autumn? - Would you knock it off!?!!)

Doesn't need anyone's approval but cares about their found family's opinion

Has always something urgent to do

Done with everyone's whining (e- even me? - no, not you - pffft, simp. - *proceeds to throw a shoe at Winter* - You asked for it.)

Always tries to be strong by repressing their emotions (yeah, you shouldn't do that - sigh, I'll try not to)

Aesthetics:

Sunshine and linen sheets, freckles and dimples, gold and sand, warm laughter and cold cocktails, strawberry lemonade, pizza and a can of soda, tan lines and stretch marks, afternoon naps on the porch and late night rides, roller skating with their headphones on the promenade, thrift-shopping, a light breeze in the summer heat

Playlist:

Juicy by Doja Cat

Chicken Noodle Soup by J-Hope (ft. Becky G)

Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato

WANNABE by ITZY

Need to Know by Doja Cat

I'm Legit by Nicki Minaj ft. Ciara

About Damn Time by Lizzo

Levitating (ft. DaBaby) by Dua Lipa

Egoistic by Mamamoo

Next Level by aespa

Truth Hurts by Lizzo

Gashina by SUNMI

Dirty Harry by Gorillaz

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Autumn

Lovely and deep, like the woods they like to wander

Started planning their Halloween costume since summer

Chooses their afternoon tea depending on their mood

Likes to sit by the window and read when starts raining

Often misunderstood

Looks dark and broody but is just a cinnamon roll (a cute, little, squishy cinnamon roll!!! - sometimes I struggle to repress the urge to push you off a cliff - nah, you know you love me - who's gonna tell them? - Not me.)

Starts reading several books at the same time and switches between them

Spends long afternoons reading in coffee shops

Struggles with depression and anxiety

Cannot function without coffee in the morning

Gets startled easily if they are focused on something else

Judges everyone silently, that's just what they do (Except Spring, she can do whatever she wants. - is it the cuteness? - It is.)

Waits for the call to end and then texts "What do you want?!?"

Aesthetics:

Eye-rolls, tired eyes, old books and fallen leaves as bookmarks, sentences underlined with shaky lines, large cardigans and knitted sweaters, dark coffee with splashes of milk, Earl Grey tea and butter biscuits, soft sighs and sweater paws, leather messenger bags and worn-out notebooks, the pitter-patter of rain on the sidewalk, fog and drizzle, the distant rumble of an incoming storm

Playlist:

The Less I Know the Better by Tame Impala

Tired by beabadoobee

Devil Town by Cavetown

Coffee by Jack Stauber's Micropop

Blondie by Current Joys

Alien Blues by Vundabar

Little Dark Age by MGMT

Hey Kids by Molina ft. Late Verlane

Take a Slice by Glass Animals

Vide Noir by Lord Huron

Mary On a Cross by Ghost

The Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Zombie by The Cranberries

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Helloo!!! ✨

Sorry it's been a while since I've posted anything (again, sob) but I'm back!

I chose seasons this time, and I've also added comments from each one, I thought it would be a cute thing to add, I had fun doing it.

For the character's comments I used different colors to recognize them, I hope it's not too chaotic.

Hope you enjoy, and please take care of yourselves,

lots of love 💜

[ticklishtoms]

c!tommy s1 headcanons!!

last updated; December 20, 2023

last updated: boundaries

Main blog: @strangleetomz

general headcanons:

He uses he/xey/they pronouns

He keeps a l’manberg flag with him

During Pogtopia, Wilbur gave Tommy one of his coats. Tommy has never let the coat leave his sight. Ever.

Transgender ftm

He always wears a flower crown, Ranboo & Tubbo made it for him.

After his revival, he got a white streak like wilbur. Unlike Wilbur, however, he got a demon tail & horns.

he used to cut his hair with safety scissors from his dysphoria as a kid

Dream marked him with a smile in exile, so its scarred.

He rarely ever puffs out his wings

His wings flap when hes happy/excited:]

his demon tail sways / wags along with his flapping wings whenever hes excited or happy

He rarely takes off the bandana Tubbo gave him. He’s owned it for nearly 10 years —hes 18, tubbo gave it to him when they were nine— and xey have taken it off a total of probably 9 times, so once a year. He only took it off those times because Wilbur insisted on letting him wash it because it was stained and gross.

appearance headcanons

Fluffy blonde curls

His hair is very messy due to often cutting it with safety scissors & it not really growing back properly.

His wardrobe consists of those red and white shirts, some short sleeved some long sleeved. He has Wilbur’s coat from pogtopia, and a blue sweater that ghostbur made xem during exile. When it comes to shoes, he’s either wearing laced platform boots or red converse that look anything but new (the converse are what he wore during exile.) He refuses to get new ones. Pants-wise? Light brown / tan cargo pants, or black ripped jeans. He has chains for his pants & belts. He has black sweatpants, but almost never wears them. He has a blue sweater with daisy’s embroidered on it, xey made it with Ghostbur in exile.

Dark green bandana from Tubbo — used to be bright green, darkened color is a result of hardly ever washing it.

Flower crown from Tubbo & Ranboo

Devil horns & tail from revival

White streak from revival.

He’s got multiple scars on his face. He’s proud of them all because they’re from wars— except one, his smile scar. It’s from Dream during one of his exile visits

He’s got black wings, just like Phil. They’re just as big as Phil’s are, however he keeps them folded down at his back so they appear smaller.

He has bags under xeir eyes because they often don’t get much sleep from nightmares about exile. He can’t remember the last time he’s gotten a good nights sleep.

He has bandages on his hands / wrists and right under one of his knees

More often then not, he’s wearing the red and white t-shirt with a white long sleeve shirt underneath light brown cargo pants, practically ruined red converse, a flowercrown, and the bandana tubbo gave him.

Burn scars from the prison lava on both of his arms

ler headcanons:

MEAN. /LH/POS

He can and WILLL point out his lee’s reactions. Like snorting, squealing, etc.

He is so teasy oml

Absolutely will compliment his lee.

If you’re mean (“shut up!” “fuck you” etc) He will immediately target any of ur worst spots

He slows down at some points to check on his lee, see if theyre done or if they want to continue

he is great at soft / gentle / comfort tickles. one of the best fr

his fav lees r definitely tubbo, ranboo, wilbur & phil

he can only say tickle if hes ler.

absolutely does aftercare. Includes cuddles, playing with the lee’s hair, etc etc.

He will pin his lee down, if their comfortable with it. And if hes feeling extra mean, xey’ll hold the lee’s arms above their head.

He’s not offen ler but when he is. Well. Rest in peace/lh

He WILL use his wings if he deems so necessary.

lee headcanons:

pls just give this poor kid some tkls

provoking brat /lh

he’ll jokingly insult you, say “you’ve lost tommy talking privleges” & then ignore you, stretch infront of you, maybe even just tickle you Anything for him to get tkls

Prefers being lee over ler, its like a stress reliever to him. and he loves to smile and laugh. Xey love the tickly sensations no matter how much they protest against it

When recieving rougher / playful tkls, he’s very loud. Shrieky laughter, lots of squirming, squealing, etc

But when he recieves softer / gentle / sleepy tkls, you will have a melted puddle/hj of blushy giggly tommy infront of you. Giggling, barely moving at all, and soft squeals peppered in his giggling

fav lers are ranboo, tubbo, wilbur, phil, & quackity, :D

sweetest boy ever Pls someone give him the tkls he deserves

The embodiment of “can’t take what they dish out”

Safe word typically is red, because its xeir favorite color.

STIMS!!! THEY HAPPY STIM WHEN XEIR TICKLED

Definitely tries getting away even though not wanting it to stop, it’s just instinct. They dont like that its xeir instinct

tail sways / wags whenevr hes tickled :D will be very flustered if you point it out SO POINT IT OUT

Tickle monster tease makes him squeal and giggle. He cannot handle this tease, its so flustering to him. He’s embarrassed about how much it gets to xem because “its childish” but they still love it as flustering as it is SO USE THIS TEASE ON XEM!!

cannot say ‘tickle’ for the life of xem. So in place of sayibg ‘it tickles’ he will say ‘it feels funny’ and sometimes maybe ‘it feels weird’

xey LOVE raspberries, nibbles, and tickle kisses/p. Loves them.

Literally a walking tickle spot, it’s adorable

He has high stamina. It takes a lot for xem to actually safe word.

spot hc’s:

face: 1.8, like i said walking tickle spot Anyway he’ll giggle if you just lightly trace around xeir jawline or cheeks.

head: 2.5/10, believe it or not his head’s ticklish. he loves head scratches but depending how do you do it xey’ll giggle quietly and duck their head.

horns: 2.7/10! trace the base of xeir horns and they’ll be a melty giggly mess, very adorable :]

wings: 3/10, ticklish, just not much,, The most you’ll probably get is flinching & light giggling. Wings flap when tickled :D

arms: meltyyy very melty spot 4/10 small lil titters and flinches, and xey are very embarrassed that their arms are ticklish. If you rake ur fingers up and down xeir arms or trace around their elbow he’ll let out a small squeal and try to pull xeir arm away. Trace the burn scars and you’ll get melty giggly blushy Tommy :D

hands/palms: 4/10 This one definitelyyy depends on how ur tickling. Like if ur jus wiggling ur fingers or tracing the palms, you’re gonna have blushy giggly Tommy. If you blow a raspberry on the palm(s), he’ll squeal and giggle while —trying to— repeatedly putting his hands into fists. Kissing/p his knuckles puts xem in a huge fit of giggles, he’ll whine but they love it

back: 6/10 ! This is a good spot for gentle tickles if you’re trying to get xem to sleep, calm down from something etc. But it can alsooo be a bad spot for them:]

shoulders: 6/10!! same as the neck, just not as bad. high pitched giggles & scrunching up to try and get rid of the feeling but inevitably making it worse. If you blow a raspberry here he’ll squeal, if his hands are free xey’ll reach back to push you away

neck/ears: 6.7/10! melt spot if light tickles are used, but if u blow a raspberry, nibble or give platonic tickly kisses he’ll squeal and laugh very loudly. Just normal/playful tickles = massive giggle fit, their ears often go bright red when tickled if they weren’t already bright red beforehand

Sides: 7.5/10! This isn’t necessarily a horrible spot, if you start out only targetting his sides theres a chance xey’ll be able to hold out on you pretty well. Raspberries here will make him break immediately. And if you catch them by suprise—randomly squeezing or tasering xeir sides without warning— then he wont be able to hold out as well

ribs: 8/10, badbadbaddd!!/pos he will squeal and absolutely LOVES HATES rib counting. Upper rib tickles are the best worst. Any tickles on his ribs make him squeal, shriek, and squirm.

thighs/knees: 8/10, squeezing up and down will get them to squeal and kick his legs, lots of loud bubbly laughter !! scribbling on the back of xeir knees will make them kick up their legs so be careful— unless u want kicked in the face/lh

underarms: 8.5/10, bad spot, but not the worst !! definitely some loud laughter & if u vibrate ur fingers after hes trapped them xey’ll probably shriek. Most of the time he’ll have trouble bringing his arms up so you may actually have to stop for a bit for xem to put them back up

Hips: 9.5/10! Bad spot, but also a favorite! If u squeeze their hips xey’ll squeal n shriek. Raspberries here are killerrr but he loves it! If you’re targeting here to try and get them to move xeir arms away from another spot or trying to get him to bring his arms down, nibbles are probably the only way to get xem to do it.

Tummy: 100/10!!! worst spott! But its their FAVORITE spot. if u wiggle ur fingers above xeir tummy he’ll suck in his stomach and cover his face in anyway possible. Raspberries are KILLER but he LOVES IT. Xey love raspberries, nibbles & platonic kisses here. He loves it all. Raspberries & nibbles here make xem snort as well !! His tummy is probably one of the only places that’ll actually get him to safeword but xey have high stamina so they can last a whileee. As much as its their worst spot, he also loves gentle tickles here. If xey ask for gentle tickles, he’ll often ask for you to give them on his tummy. It’s adorable.

Tum button: 101/10 I had to do a seperate one for this even tho its pretty much the same as the one above. Had to. Anyway! If u dip ur finger in xeir tum button he’ll squeal, but if you stay targetting it for more than just 3 seconds, it’ll make them start to snort. It’s adorable. If you blow a raspberry or nibble the rim of his navel he will shriek and thrash, and if you’re not holding xeir hands up xey’ll push at ur head. Just poking his tum button makes xem squeal. Calling it a giggle button will make him flustered, however considering this spot makes him snort quite a lot calling it a snort button is a bit worse than giggle button.

those two were a little lengthy mb totally not cause its based off me. totallynnot.

BOUNDARIES

NO NSFW. THIS IS A SFW BLOG, I AM A MINOR. NSFW DNI!!

Keep feet tickles to a MINIMUM. If they are to happen keep it like very short (like a one sentence thing) & I am only comfortable being on the receiving end. Keep it to a MINIMUM.

no lick tickles or whatever tf theyre called. thats just . No.

No stocks or tools. ‘Tools’ im only fine with if its attached to your characters body, example being wings or tail. Only fine with pinning & holding his arms up with hands. No machines no ropes no brushes or anything like that Nothing nada none of it.

please do not constantly remind me to reply. if i cant think of a response or i simply do not want to respond, i wont. dont rush me/lh/srs

im not very comfortable with like, sudden or out of nowhere angst or panic or anything like that . im less likely to respond as often if this happens cause i dont really know what to do for it

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi Wendy can I request Minotaur with Terano South for your 2k event 😊

Congratulations on the 2k 🎊🎉🎈

YES YOU MAY

The Maze: Minotaur!South Terano x Fem!Reader

wc: 560

tw: fluff

2K Follower Event Masterlist: Monster Mash

"Please," you whisper in the moonlight, feeling the grass between your toes as you stand against a wall. "Don't hurt me."

The snorting sound only gets louder, crashing through the silence of the night.

It's too much, too soon, too scary.

The joke's obviously on you - you're the dumb girl who wandered where she wasn't supposed to on a full moon. And here you are, alone in the Minotaur's maze with nothing to protect yourself. No one came out of this pit alive, and you would be no exception.

The minotaur appears to your left, his blue eyes, large tattoos, and heavy breaths striking fear into your heart. As he advances upon you, you find yourself clinging to the stone wall, praying to the gods that this monstrosity wouldn't tear you apart, eat you alive, or hurt you at all.

"Please, please, please," you chant as the beast sniffs you from your feet to your head. "Please, please, please..." Human hands press against the wall beside your head, and you turn away from the sickly-sweet smell of the creature, squinting your eyes shut. A moment passes, then another, and another until you crack one eye open to look at the Minotaur.

He snorts, holding something out to you patiently, and you look to his hand, his fist clenching a perfectly white daisy in offering to you.

"T-thank you," you stutter, plucking the stem from his hand. When you take the flower, the minotaur proceeds to go on all fours, sniffing around for something else while you stand against the stone enclosure. Minutes later, you're inundated with daisies, the small flowers taking up all the space in your hands.

And with each offering, you say "thank you" and allow the Minotaur to get more. Once you're fully satisfied, you sit down, crossing your legs in the grass and beginning to make a daisy chain with your nimble fingers. And the minotaur watches you, eyes fascinated by the way the daisies are looped together to make a small crown. You place it on his blonde head, which he touches lightly, then gives you a short but firm snort in return.

"Keep it," you reply. "It looks nice."

Your nightly visits to the Minotaur are tame in nature most of the time. You find a way to leave him little things to keep him entertained when you aren't there, and ways to find him when you return to the maze in the dead of night. And he finds ways to keep you company, whether it's listening to your tales of life outside of the maze, or playing games with fruit before sharing it in the glow of the moon.

But no matter how much you play or how full you get, you always manage to sneak in at least an hour's worth of cuddles with the large creature. You normally tuck yourself in with his tattooed arms covering the rest of your body; his frame providing you warmth and comfort in the darkest of nights.

The Minotaur has to remain your secret, though. You squirrel away at night just to have him to yourself. And you know if someone else were to find out what you did, you'd be considered an outcast.

But for those nine hours in the night, you find your comfort with the half-man, half-bull who has your heart.

[littlejazzy]

💀 Slasher-Inspired Regressors 💀

🎃 Michael Myers' Monsters 🎃

• Making your own mask • Padding around your house in socks, not making a sound • Jack-o'-lanterns • Picking on your siblings and playmates • Jumpsuits and overalls and dungarees • White, Navy Blue, and Orange •

🎈 Pennywise's Circus Clowns 🎈

• Splashing in puddles • Balloon animals • Silly little dances • Newspaper hats and boats • Loud patterns and fun textures • Mismatched clothes • Red, Grey, and Yellow •

🌲 Jason Voorhees' Campers 🌲

• Flower crowns and daisy chains • Flashlight tag • Collecting sticks and twigs and cool rocks • Stargazing • Sign language for when words are too hard • Scuffed knees and stomp-y boots • Green, Brown, and Tan •

🚿 Norman Bates' Guests 🚿

• Bathbombs • Playing dress-up with the old clothes from the back of the closet • Knitted baby blankets • Curling up in a wooden rocking chair • Candy corn • Hand-me-down clothes • Black, White, and Grey •

💋 Jennifer Check's Cheerleaders 💋

• Lipgloss and flavored chapstick • Making music playlists for every mood • Friendship necklaces and bracelets • Collages with photos from magazines • Slumber parties • Fashion dolls • Color-coordinated outfits • Pink, Purple, and Red •

🎀 Carrie White's Cherubs 🎀

• Handstitched stuffed animals with button eyes • Wooden building blocks • Big book of fairy tales where things end happily ever after • Baby dolls • Clothes lined with ruffles, lace, and ribbons • Yellow, White, Pink, and Red •

👻 Ghostface's Doubles 👻

• Movie marathons • Pretending to be your favorite characters • Action figures • Tripping over your own feet • Walkie-Talkies • Baggy t-shirts and rolled-up jeans • Black, Grey, and Green •

☃ Jack Torrance's Tiny Terrors ☃

• Tricycles • Bouncing a tennis ball against a wall • Cartoon reruns • Playing in the snow until your fingers are numb • Picture books • Hate hate hates being left alone • Sweaters, cardigans, jackets, and flannel • Red, Yellow, Orange, and Brown •

🕸 Beetlejuice's Baby Bugs 🕸

• Bugs and snakes and critters • Always babbling • Miniature toys and playsets • Scribbling on the walls • Tantrums whenever you don't get what you want • Well-loved clothes, coming apart at the seams • Black, White, Purple, and Green •

🔥 Freddy Krueger's Dreamers 🔥

• Nursery rhymes • Constantly dreaming or daydreaming • Puns, jokes, and wisecracks • Repeating bad words as loudly as you can • Jump ropes • Buying multiples of the same shirt • Red, Black, and Orange •

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

Ch26: The Only One In Colour

Summary: Mr Anthony Stark requests the pleasure of your company at the wedding of his little sister, Katie Marie Stark to Captain Steven Grant Rogers…

Warnings: Bad language, Fluff, Smut! (NSFW, Under 18s) Bad Language words, a hungover Captain…and who is that lurking in the shadows??

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: The big day is finally here. And I ADORE this edit from @angrybirdcr. Lots of visuals in this chapter and it’s a REALLY long one- like 10k words long- but, well, IT’S THEIR WEDDING!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 25

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

 31st August 2015.

It took Katie a while to realise where she was when she woke. As her mind came to, she realised she was in her apartment at the tower, and when her eyes flew to the dress in its cover which was hanging up in the open closet, her stomach did a flip.

It was her wedding day!

“Good Morning Miss Stark.” FRIDAY spoke, and Katie grinned. 

Miss Stark…not for much longer!

“Miss Potts requested I inform her when you are awake…”

“Inform away.�� She smiled, and jumped out of bed, grinning at the reflection of her tacky ‘Bride’ short and vest Pyjamas that the girls had surprised her with last night when they had been sat around having their pamper session with several glasses of champagne. Making her way into the living room, she was greeted by a loud squeal from Wanda, who along with Laura Barton had stayed in her apartment last night. Considering the amount of champagne that had been drunk, they all had surprisingly clear heads. It wasn’t long before Pepper and Nat arrived, and after a breakfast of fruit, pastries and croissants provided by the local bakery, Katie was ushered into the shower surprised at how calm she actually felt…

The boys, however, were faring a little worse, especially after Tony had cracked open a bottle of his dad’s vintage scotch which he had been saving for a special occasion and Thor had supplied Steve with copious amounts of that lethal Asgardian liquor along with some equally as potent Asgardian Ale. The Groom cracked one eye open and groaned when he realised he had passed out, fully clothed, on the sofa, Tony led flat out along the other side of it, drooling into the cushions.

Steve looked round, Clint was on the large arm chair in the corner of the room, Sam was sprawled face down on the large rug and Thor nowhere to be seen. Jesus Christ it had been a heavy one.

Of all the days to get his first hangover in over seventy years…his wedding morning.

His wedding morning. Shit.

Sitting up, a stupid grin on his face, headache forgotten he nudged Tony with his foot. The billionaire jerked and tumbled off the side of the sofa.

“Whassgoin on?” He looked around, blinking, before he grimaced. “Shit, my head…”

Clint let out a groan from the chair.  “Keep it down man…”

Sam let out an equally pained noise, not moving. “What day is it?” “My wedding day, fellas.” Steve grinned.

Tony groaned again, leaning back against the sofa “How are you so sprightly, Old Man?” “Trust me I’m not.” Steve shook his head, standing up “But Katie will kill me if we turn up like this.”

“Coffee.” Clint yawned, swaying slightly as he got to his feet. “We need coffee…” “And food.” Sam mumbled into the rug

“Good job I organised some.” Tony looked at his watch, squinting. “Should be arriving soon.” “Where’s Thor?” Clint suddenly asked as he glanced around.

“Here.” came the god’s deep voice as he strolled into the room. He was already dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt and his hair was damp from the shower

“How are you so alive, Thunder boy?” Sam sighed, sitting up.

“Like you just said, Bird Man.” Thor beamed round at them all. “I am the God of Thunder.” ******

Two hours later, Pepper was bustling around topping everyone’s Champagne up and when she reached Katie she gave her smile. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” She beamed back. “Maybe a little nervous, but mostly excited. I can’t believe I’m finally here. It feels like we’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

Pepper gently squeezed her hand. “Yeah. Tony has been on the job making sure the tent is right. The Caterers have arrived. And I got a full blow by blow as he was nearly having had a fit when the alcohol and bar were an entire four minutes and thirty-four seconds late.” “I thought organisation was your job?” Nat quipped from where she was lounging in a chair, dressed in her light blue ‘Bridesmaid’ robe.

“It is.” Pepper rolled her eyes. “And I told him it would be okay but, well, he just want everything to be right.” Katie rolled her eyes, a fond little smile playing on her lips at the thought of her brother still trying to make sure she was happy. “Where is he now?”

“He spent the night with the boys at the compound so he’ll be on his way back shortly to get changed. Apparently they sat outside at the compound with a bottle of whiskey and a few cigars and there are some sore heads this morning” Pepper smirked. “Even Steve is feeling it.”

Katie grinned, she’d only seen drunk Steve a handful of times, and Drunk Rogers was definitely one of her favourite Steves to see.

Wanda shook her head. “What is it about men and cigars?”

Natasha shrugged. “I like cigars.”

“What a surprise.” Laura grinned, earning herself a glare off the red head. They were cut off then by FRIDAY informing them that the stylists had arrived. Pepper told her to send them up and suddenly the room was filled with people, greetings being shared and Pepper organising everyone into their places as she did ever so efficiently.

And then, it was down to business. The Hairstylist, Franco, knew exactly what Katie wanted as she’d had a rehearsal and he set about, sweeping her brunette locks up into the up-do she’d picked- a bun sporting a few small braids running from her crown and round into the hair set at the nape of her neck. Loose tendrils of dark brunette fell forward around her cheeks, the whole thing set perfectly to frame her pretty face.

Time seemed to fly as one by one they exchanged places and moved around, and soon enough Katie was then in front of the make-up artist.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” The tiny blonde in front of her said as Katie quietly asked her to do her best to cover the scars by her mouth and temple, small reminders of what she’d been through at the hands of HYDRA. “You’re going to look perfect. I promise.”

Another glass of champagne made it into Katie’s hand and thirty minutes later she was done and handed a mirror. Her mouth dropped open. She’d had her make-up professionally done more times than she cared to remember but something about this was different. Someone else, but yet, still her glanced back. She had a light, neutral shade across her eye lids, which had a darker colour in the crease and a hit of sparkle. The contouring across her sculptured cheek bones was amazing, yet subtle, as the highlighter sweeping up and out caught the light perfectly, and the nude gloss on her lips set everything off.

And her scars were gone.

She swallowed and turned to the woman, smiling. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

Before the woman could reply, there was another announcement from FRIDAY about a delivery, and Katie glanced around and Pepper.

“What did you order?”

“That’s not me, I swear.” Pepper shook her head.

“I’ll go.” Nat offered, “I’m done here now.”

She headed out of the room and Katie stood up to allow Pepper to sit down for the make-up artist in the seat next to where Wanda was sat having the finishing touches done to her face. She looked amazing, dark smoky eye-shadow set off her eyes and red locks perfectly.

Natasha arrived back, a smirk on her face as she carried a simply huge bouquet of flowers which were tied with a blue ribbon and sat in a clear bag of water, a small Cartier bag also hanging from her hands.

“For the Bride.” She drawled, and Katie took the bouquet, smiling, not even needing to read the card to know who they were from.

“They’re from Steve.”

“How do you know?” Laura frowned. “They’re the ones in my tattoo.” She explained as she placed them gently on the kitchen area of her Tower Apartment admiring the various lilies, daisies and greenery set into the arrangements. “My favourite flowers.”

She picked the card out of the bouquet, spotting Steve’s looping scrawl straight away.

I can’t wait to make you Mrs Rogers, Sweetheart. See you at the Alter. All my love,  now and forever, Steve xxx

“That’s disgustingly cute.” Laura groaned, reading the card over Katie’s shoulder as she grinned at the simple yet meaningful message.

“That’s my Soldier all over.” Katie smiled before she opened the bag. She pulled out the small box and opened it, her mouth falling open at the beautiful drop earrings inside. They were roughly two inches long, chains of small diamond and white gold stars which glinted in the light.

“Star Spangled Man, huh?” Nat smirked and Katie turned to her grinning.

And suddenly the excitement washed over her. This was happening. Actually happening.

“Shit!” Katie wheeled round as her stomach started to flip “Oh my God, I’m getting married!”

**** Steve finished brushing off his shoes which were polished that much he could almost see his face in them. With a groan as the pain in his head had once again reared, damned that fucking Asgardian shit, he slipped them on and laced them up and then turned his attention to his hair. Once he had finally got it to lie how he wanted, it was time for his tie.

He hadn’t taken the decision to wear his army uniform lightly. It had been one he had agonised over for ages, but after Katie had told him it was entirely his choice but he should stay true to who he was, he’d realised that before Captain America, he’d been Steve Rogers, and all he had ever wanted was to be in the army. So he was going to be Captain Rogers today, who he was. 

There was a knock on the bedroom door and Sam walked in, already in his uniform. Steve smiled at him in the mirror before expertly tying the double-Windsor and turning round.

“Got the rings?” Sam asked. Steve nodded to the two boxes sat on the dresser which contained their bands. Picking them up, Sam slid them into his breast pockets, fastening the buttons.

“Nervous?” He asked and Steve considered the question for a second.

Was he?

“Kinda.” He admitted with a slight pop of his shoulder. “I don’t wanna mess up my vows, but I’m not nervous about marrying her, nothing has ever felt more right, Sam.”

Sam smiled and swept the man up into a bro-hug, clapping his back. “Tony’s heading off to the tower now. The tent  is ready, waiters are here setting the tables. It’s all going to plan.” “Maybe for once it might stay that way.” Steve sighed and Sam chuckled.

“How’s the head?”

Steve let out a small groan. “Pounding. As best man, I’m holding you totally responsible.”

Sam shrugged “Wouldn’t be the worst thing I’ve been blamed for.”

Steve snorted.

“You know what you need?” Sam looked at him. “A leveller.” “A what?”

“Another drink, hair of the dog that bit you and all that…”

At the mere thought Steve’s stomach lurched and he shook his head. “The fuck I do.”

“Trust me.” Sam grinned, as he left the bedroom. “It never fails. How do you think I’ve just cured mine?” Steve followed him into the living room where a photographer was there taking snaps, Thor loudly asking what he was doing. Sam hastily explained, placating the god who was already in his Asgardian dress. Steve paused, looking at him for a second. Instead of the silver and red everyone was used to seeing him in, his robes were a glittering white lined with gold piping, his cape was deep blue and his hair was well groomed.

“Wow, Thor.”

“Traditional Asgardian formal dress.” Thor grinned, turning to Steve. “Little Stark’s request, which reminds me.” He jerked his head signalling for the Captain to follow him. Frowning slightly, Steve obliged, and the men stepped outside onto the patio area.

“Little Stark is very dear to me.” Thor began. “But she is your intended, so I thought it only right to ask your permission to give something to her.”

“Okay.” Steve frowned, a little puzzled.

“I have a headdress.” Thor explained, “It belonged to my mother and has been passed down the line for years. I would very much like to offer it to her to wear today.” Steve smiled, the man’s care for his girl was genuinely something he liked. He was a good man to have onside, and his intentions were always honourable. “She’ll love that.” Steve nodded. Thor shook his hand and held out his other, Steve just getting out of the way in time to avoid being flattened as Mjolnir flew into it with the familiar metallic swoosh, followed by a slap as the leather handle hit the god’s large palm. With a nod to the Captain, and a promise to be back shortly, he took off.

******

Pepper and Natasha looked stunning in their pale blue bridesmaid dresses. Knee length, skater style with off the shoulder straps. Laura’s dress was also blue, but a dark shade peplum style with a slit up the side and Wanda’s was slightly more grungy, almost 50s style, navy blue with polka-dots and a large, puffy skirt.

All four of them looked amazing and Katie told them so, beaming, before Pepper informed her it was time to get into her dress. In a daze Katie headed into the bedroom and taking a deep breath she peeled herself out of her robe as Pepper set the dress ready, and Katie stepped into it. She pulled it up, holding it in place as Pepper’s fingers deftly fastened up the buttons, before she smoothed down and fluffed out the skirt. Katie stepped into her heels, took a glance in the mirror and felt the tears prick her eyes.

“Don’t…” Pepper instructed, handing her a tissue from a box on the side, one which she had clearly bought, prepared to the very end “You’ll set me off, and there’s gonna be enough of that when Tony sees you.” “Where is he?” Katie asked, tissue gently dabbing at her eyes.

“Just getting into his suit.” Pepper smiled. “He won’t be long. Okay, you ready?”

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Katie nodded and the two of them made their way out of the bedroom and into the hall. The photographer that had been taking photos all morning was waiting, snapping away, capturing, she hoped, the look on the girls faces as for the first time ever she saw Natasha’s eyes watering over.

“Shit, Nova.” Nat’s hand flew to her mouth. “Wow.” Katie grinned at her, and was about to answer when the elevator door slid open.

"I’m looking for the one wearing white.” A familiar voice teased as Tony stepped into the apartment, making Katie turn to face him. He stopped dead, his eyes widening.

“Oh Kiddo, you look incredible.”  he whispered, swallowing slightly as his deep brown eyes sparkled, his face curling into a gently smile.

“Thank you, so do you.” Katie gestured to the charcoal suit and light blue Stock Tie he was wearing. Tony took the glass of champagne that Pepper handed to him but, before he could say anything else, another person stepped into the apartment.

A tall, large blonde God dressed in gold and white Asgardian armour beamed at Katie as her mouth fell open.

“Thor?” She looked at him, surprise on her face as he strode across the room to wrap his arms around her.

“Little Stark, you look beautiful.” He smiled down at her. “The Captain is a lucky man indeed.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I cannot stop long I just wanted to give you something.”

She frowned as he held up his hammer and with a sudden flash that made Pepper and Laura jump, she felt something land on her head. Katie reached up gently and felt the outline of a tiara perched on her hair.

“What…I don’t understand?” She whispered as she looked up at him, her fingers tracing the headdress. “It was my mothers.” Thor said gently. “I do not have a sister, you are the closest thing to it and I’d be honoured if you would wear it today.” Katie was speechless as she crossed to the mirror. Made of a silvery metal, the tiara consisted of a mass of intricate lines and reminded her somewhat of how the lost Diadem of Ravenclaw had looked in the Harry Potter films. It shimmered in the light and was adorned with what looked like diamonds, a larger deep red stone in the centre, and she could just make out the small ancient Asgardian runes

“Thor…I…” she turned to him, unable to speak. “I told your Captain of my intention.” He beamed. “He thought you would appreciate it. The runes are an ancient Asgardian blessing, they wish the bearer happiness and safety” “It’s beautiful, thank you.” Her voice cracked.

Thor pulled her in for another hug and nodded. “I must go now, back to the compound. Barton and Birdman and doing one final sweep of the grounds. I said I would help before we meet at the church.”

A final squeeze and nod and he left the room, and minutes later they all heard the tell-tale whoosh as he summoned the bi-frost.

“I really hope he was on the jet pad.” Tony grumbled. “Those damned marks are impossible to get rid of.” ***** Against his better judgment, Steve had a ‘leveller’- another shot of that lethal liquor- and to his surprise, it had actually gone someway to sorting his head out. Either that or his metabolism was finally working it out of his system.

But now he had another issue…

“Where the hell is it?” He was getting flustered, because how the HELL had he misplaced his uniform belt? He’d had it last night, he knew he had.

“It’ll be here somewhere.” Sam assured him, and after a frantic search, which left the apartment almost upside down, Clint located it down the back of the sofa.

“What was it doing there?” Steve frowned.

“Stark was wearing it as a headdress last night.” Thor supplied “You were wearing a tie, Birdman was wearing a pair of Little Stark’s tights and Barton was using a sash from a robe. You were, I believe Stark said the term was, rocking out to some form of music. Do you not remember?”

“No.” Steve mumbled, sliding it on and clipping it round his waist. He walked to the long mirror in the hall and looked at his reflection. Being dressed in this jerked back a lot of memories of his time with the Howlies, Bucky and Peggy…

“Just go talk to her.” Bucky said, leaning against the bar as Steve’s eyes roved up and down Peggy as she stood at the bar in the pub in London talking to Howard Stark.

“I talk to her all the time.” Steve looked at his friend.

“God you’re a dumbass.” Bucky shook his head “I don’t mean just talk I mean, you know…talk, ask her out.”

Peggy looked up, caught his eye and he found himself blushing before turning back to his drink. It really wasn’t appropriate, maybe if it was a different time…

“Captain America and still a pussy when it comes to women.” Bucky snorted, clocking the look on his friend’s face “Glad to see not everything has changed.”

But everything had changed now. And it was funny how it had all worked out in the end. But he wouldn’t change a damned second.

“Captain Rogers…” FRIDAY spoke. “Your cars are arriving.”

Steve took a deep breath and smiled at Sam who walked towards him, clapping him on the shoulder. “You alright?”

Steve nodded, suddenly his stomach was doing flips and this was nothing to do with the alcohol. “Let’s go.”

****

“The cars are here.” Pepper smiled, walking into the room with the box that contained the flowers. She handed Katie her bouquet, a simple bunch of Cala Lilies tied with pale blue, gold and red ribbons. She set about pinning one of the boutonnieres to Tony’s lapel before she smoothed his shirt down and pecked him on the cheek.

“Okay. Nat, Wanda, Laura and me are gonna go ahead now.” Pepper instructed. “You follow on in about fifteen or so, give us enough time to hand these out-“ she patted the box contained the remaining boutonnieres, “-and sort the boys into the right places.”

Katie smiled at her and she looked at the woman she had long since come to regard as a younger sister. “You really do look stunning!”

“Thanks Pep.” She kissed Tony again before she bustled the other three women out.

"You know,” Tony said gently when the door closed behind them, “I always thought when you were a kid that you’d look ridiculous in a wedding dress. But, I was wrong, yeah it happens occasionally.” His face softened as he looked at his sister “You turned into a beautiful woman. Mom and dad would be proud, just as I am.”

“They’d be proud of you too.” Katie smiled, the tears springing into her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her. “You know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah, anyway.” He pulled back, sniffing slightly, before he ran his fingers underneath his eyes. “I have something for you.” With a flourish he reached into his suit jacket and withdrew a slim box.

Katie took it from him, her hands shaking slightly as she opened it. Inside was a stunning white gold necklace. It sported five teardrop shaped loops, each set with diamonds, the middle of the loops holding sapphires.

“It was Mom’s” Tony explained as she ran her fingers over the stones. “I’ve been saving it for you and figured that this…” his voice cracked, “was the perfect opportunity to give it to you.” “Tone,” she swallowed, the tears forming in her eyes once more, “it’s stunning.”

Tony took the box from his sister and gently removed the necklace and she turned round so he could fasten it round her neck.

“So that’s your something blue.” He said as she turned round, and let out a watery laugh.

“My garter’s blue.” “Don’t wanna know.”

Katie giggled and gently wiped at her eyes. “If you’ve ruined my make-up…” She headed to the full length mirror in the hallway and leaned forward to examine her face.

“I think you’re good.” He smiled as she locked eyes with him in the mirror. Satisfied that all the make-up artist’s work was still intact she turned to Tony who rocked forward on his feet a little, giving a clap.

“So, we got time for one last drink before you become a Rogers?” He asked, walking over to the liquor cabinet and reaching for two crystal tumblers.

“You know its’ only in name.” Katie smiled as he poured a few fingers worth of scotch into each glass.

“Still gonna be odd calling you by it.” He handed her one and she smiled. “But either way, you’ll always be my little Kiddo, you know that?” His voice cracked slightly and Katie took a deep breath, her eyes shining.

“Yeah.” She chinked her glass gently against his “I do Tone.” *****

Steve strode across from the car, Sam following and the pair of them began to greet the guests. Steve was starting to feel nervous now. He shook hands with Evans and Lawson, both of them giving him friendly slaps on the back, welcomed a load of other people he’d seen in Katie’s office before, but his mind wasn’t there. He was mulling over his declaration, and his eyes which were hidden behind his aviators, constantly roved the area in front of the church.

And then Sam slapped him on his shoulder.

“What?” Steve asked, turning to face him. 

“Bridesmaids are here Cap.” He smiled, and Steve turned to see the sleek, black Jaguar pull up to the side of the kerb. The driver got out and opened the back door to allow Natasha to climb out first, then Pepper followed, Wanda and Laura Barton getting out of the other side. Laura beelined for Clint who dropped a kiss to her cheek whilst Pepper, Nat and Wanda made their way over to Steve and Sam.

“You look great.” Steve smiled as he dropped a kiss to Pepper’s cheek, then Natasha’s then Wanda. “How’s Katie?”

“Nervous as hell.” Nat drawled, smoothing down her skirt before she looked up at Steve grinning. “Nice touch on the flowers and the earrings by the way, you almost set her off.”

 “But she’s ok?” He pressed.

“If you’re asking whether she’s having second thoughts, not a chance.” Pepper touched his arm. Steve took a deep breath and then turned to the Priest who had joined them.

“She’s about ten minutes or so behind.” Pepper smiled, at the man before she turned to Sam and Steve. “So I suggest you lot get to where you should be.”

“Right, yeah…” Steve took a deep breath, “Ok…”

He turned to head into the church and Sam looked at Natasha. “On a scale of one to ten how dead is she gonna knock him?”

“Eleven.” Nat grinned.

Sam let out a laugh before he yelled to the other groomsmen, and began his duty organising people into the church to the right seats.

**** Katie had a tight hold of Tony’s hand all the drive into Brooklyn. They made easy talk, the pair of them laughing in the back of the car but, as they rounded the corner to the street where the church was, Katie suddenly fell silent.

“You okay?” Tony looked at her. Katie nodded. 

“A bit nervous. Not about marrying Steve but…” She trailed off. “It feels strange, being happy, after everything that we’ve been through.”

“You deserve it.” Tony pressed a kiss to her temple. “Now push that thought out of your mind okay? Today is about you…and Steve.” He added as an afterthought.

Katie laughed as the car pulled to a stop and the driver hopped out. Tony got out of his side and rounded the car to offer Katie his arm. She tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow, her bouquet clutched in the other and together they made their way up to the entrance where the Priest, Pepper and Natasha were waiting. The photographer got a few snaps before he nodded and said he would see them inside.

The Priest smiled and ran through the usual checks and questions which Katie answered and he smiled, clapping his hands together.

“Okay, well, let’s get you married.” He grinned, heading back inside, leaving them stood in the vestibule area. 

Katie took a deep breath and Natasha and Pepper took their places.

“You ready?” Tony questioned, placing his hand over Katie’s as the opening chords to Eva Cassidy’s “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” started up.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life.” She squeezed his arm when her knees threatened to wobble as the doors opened.

All heads turned in their direction as Pepper and Natasha made their way down the aisle and Katie’s legs suddenly felt like jello.

“Don’t let me fall.” She whispered as she gripped her big brother’s arm even tighter. 

Tony turned his head to press an affectionate kiss to the side of her head, “Never.” He whispered back with a smile.

As they made their way down the aisle, Katie wanted to take a look around the full church but she couldn’t. She couldn’t take her eyes off her soldier at the front. It wasn’t the fact that he looked especially handsome in his 40s dress uniform that made Katie’s knees tremble, neither was it his, as usual, clean shaven face or his perfectly styled hair. It was his eyes, and the smile on his face that lit up the moment he saw her.

“Oh my god...” Steve managed to mumble, his mouth dropping open, and Sam clapped him between the shoulder blades.

“You’re a lucky man.”

Steve couldn’t bring himself to reply. Instead he stood, gawping like an idiot as his girl glided towards him. She looked incredible, almost like she was glowing. Her dress was elegant, yet almost princess like. Her hair was twisted up off her face and she wore the biggest smile on her face he’d ever seen. He watched as she clutched onto Tony’s arm, her brother giving her hand another squeeze and the two turned to face each other, sharing a moment, before she looked back at Steve and their eyes locked. The Captain took a deep shuddering breath and smiled back, a smile which didn’t leave his face all the time she made her way towards him. 

After what felt like an age, his nearly wife reached his side and stood in front of him.

“Hi.” She managed to whisper, and he shook his head, blinking back his tears as he let out a deep breath.

“You look astonishingly beautiful.” His voice trembled as his eyes bored into hers and she felt herself flush, the grin still plastered to her face.

“Why thanks.” Tony said, and the pair of them looked at him, Steve letting out a simple snort as Katie shook her head, a small laugh escaping her mouth as she handed her bouquet over to Natasha.

“Dearly beloved,” the Priest opened. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of Steve and Katie.”

Steve looked at Katie and she gave him another huge grin, neither of them paying any attention to the Priest as he ran through his usual greetings, until there was a little chuckle from the congregation that shook them both back round and the turned to look at him.

“Who here gives this bride away?” he questioned.

“Oh, right, that would be err, me.” Tony stepped forward and gently turned Katie’s left hand into Steve’s right. The two men shared a meaningful look that could only be described as pure respect before Tony stepped back, taking his seat next to Pepper, blinking away his tears as she gripped his hand.

“You have prepared your own declarations before the vows?” The Priest looked at them, and they nodded. “In that case, ladies first.” he smiled at Katie and she took a deep breath, turning to face Steve, as he took both her hands in his, clearing her throat.

“You know, if someone had told me that the man I met for the first time in that small boxing gym down town would be the man I would fall in love with and one day marry, I would have told them they were being ridiculous.” She smiled and Steve squeezed her hands. “Stevie, I’ve watched you grow and thrive in a world that you thought you didn’t belong in but you never let it break you. You have no idea how strong you are and how strong you make me.” She hadn’t realised she’d started crying until Steve released one of her hands to wipe her cheek, his own eyes shining as he felt like his heart was going to burst through his chest as she continued. "When I think back on how much we’ve been through over the past few years, it never fails to amaze me how you carried not just me through it, but everyone around you too. You’re the most honourable, beautiful man I know, and that’s nothing to do with any serum, it’s just who you are. You’re my best friend. My lover. My everything. And I’ll always love you Steven Grant Rogers.”

"Wow,” The minister said clearing his throat. “Captain? Think you could top that?”

“I’ll try my best.” He choked out making laughter ripple through the crowd along with a few sniffles, before he took a deep breath. “Katie, when I went into the ice, I thought I knew what love was. I thought that I was in love before and that I wouldn’t ever feel like that again. And then you walked into my life and not only did I get to know you, I fell head over heels in love with you and you made me understand that a first love and a true love are two Stark-ly different things.”

Katie smiled, and there were a few titters at the pun he had used. He took another shaky breath and continued. “You’re the most beautiful, kind hearted, brave woman I’ve ever met. Each second I spend with you is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Everything I’ve been through I’d do it a thousand times over, and then some, if it meant I’d find my way back to you. You’re my world, my home, my girl, and for that I will always do my best to be the husband you deserve, to keep you safe, and happy and I’ll always love and cherish you. To the end of the line.”

As he finished, his voice broke a little and Katie took a shuddering breath as she reached up to wipe a tear away from his eye, just as he had done to her before. He smiled at her and she beamed back, her own tears threatening to trickle down her face, as he took her hands back in his, both of them turning to the minister again.

“Anyone got a tissue?” The man asked, pretending to dab at his eyes with his robes causing a few chuckles to ring around the church before he addressed her and Steve again.

“Ready for the serious business?”

They both nodded. One by one they made their vows, promises to love, honour, cherish and forsake all others for richer, for poorer and in sickness and in health being uttered as their eyes intently bored into each other, driving the words home into each of their souls.

The sentiment wasn’t lost on either of them, they’d been through all of it and so much more already.

“Do you have the rings?” The minister asked. Sam stepped forward and gave Katie Steve’s.

Katie did as she was told, placed the ring at the end of Steve’s finger and repeated the vows they had chosen as she looked him straight in the eyes.

“I give you this ring as a token of my love for you. I give it with my loving heart, with my willing body and with my eternal soul.” She slid the plain platinum band onto Steve’s previously bare ring finger and once it passed his knuckle and nestled in its new permanent home, he took a deep breath then exhaled.

Then it was his turn. He rolled Katie’s ring in his fingers before looking up and locking gazes with her as he repeated after the minister the same vows she had made,  finally sliding her diamond studded band down her perfectly manicured finger, his thumb sliding over the top of it. She looked at it for a second, before glancing back up at him, smiling.

"By the power vested in me by the Church and the State of New York, in the presence of God…I mean Gods,” the Minister politely corrected himself, looking at Thor and the bride and groom laughed along with the rest of the Church as Thor raised a hand, grinning. “I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. Captain,” he patted Steve on the shoulder, “you may now kiss your bride.”

Oh, he’d wanted to do that the minute she had walked into the Church!

With a smile, Steve closed the small distance between them and took her face in both his large hands, as hers slid up to his chest and he pressed a soft, sweet and perfect kiss to her lips.

There was loud cheering and clapping as they pulled back and Katie had just enough time to register the cheeky wink he flashed her before his hands pulled her back to him and this time he really kissed her, in a way that was totally not appropriate for a church but neither of them cared as his tongue slid along hers. Through the blood rushing in their ears, they could just make out the sound of more cheering and a couple of wolf whistles. They broke apart and for a long moment, their foreheads pressed together and they just smiled stupidly at one another, until Steve reluctantly stepped back so he could take his wife’s hand in his, and turn to face their guests.

“Ladies, gentlemen, please be upstanding for your bride and groom!” The minister spoke “Mr and Mrs Rogers!”

Their exit song ‘Signed, Sealed, Delivered’ struck up and for the first time Katie got to glance at everyone in the room. She smiled at so many people, when a squeeze to her hand from Steve brought her back and he beamed at her.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Never better!” she grinned.

He pressed another soft kiss to her lips before they set off down the aisle. As they reached the end, Steve bent to pick up something, and Katie watched the familiar flash of red, white and blue vibranium as he swung it onto his arm.

“Seriously?” She arched an eyebrow.

“Trust me, Doll.” He muttered. “Because I don’t trust that lot one bit.”

The photographer got a few shots of everyone and then people started to climb into cars and head to the compound, all except the Avengers plus partners who had made an arch for the bride and groom to walk under. Steve grinned and turned to Katie, the two sharing another kiss before he nodded at her and they made their way down the steps onto the path. As soon as they did, Katie realised what Steve had been talking about as suddenly a barrage of rice rained down on them as the group yelled and cheered. As she shrieked with laughter, Steve pulled her to him, shield raised over his head, ducking slightly as they made their way to the waiting car. The chauffeur opened the door to the Jaguar SUV and Steve helped Katie in.

“I love you Mrs Rogers.” He grinned as they settled in the back of the car.

“I love you too.” She whispered back as his face dropped towards hers.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me now.” He leaned in, his nose rubbing against hers before he gave her another soft kiss as the car pulled away.

*****.

As the group filed out of the church, no one noticed the man staying close to the shadows across the road. But then they wouldn’t, as it’s a good hiding place, he knew this neighbourhood like the back of his hand after all, and he should do too given the amount of times he and that scrawny little blonde haired punk used to tread the sidewalks getting up to mischief. Full of dirt and leaves from scaling trees they would head back to Steve’s house for his Ma to patch them up, normally getting a clout upside the head (fondly, he recalls, never meant to hurt) as she complained in a strong, Irish brogue, which always seemed so unbecoming from such a slight woman. “You two young hooleys are going to be the death of me, so you are!” She’d admonish as she wiped their various bruises and fed them large pieces of whatever she’d managed to bake from that week’s meagre supplies. Now that small, sickly kid was a strapping six-foot plus mass of muscle, his outward appearance now reflected the brave Captain he had always been, stood in his old army dress uniform, his stunning wife a vision in ivory, and he was pleased to see, looking a lot healthier than she had when he had carried her out of that outpost in Canada. He watched as Steve raised his shield above his bride’s head to shelter her as their group of friends pelt them with rice, planting a kiss to her lips as various cheers and whoops hit his ears, and then they hurried to the waiting car. As it pulled away the last he saw of Steve was him leaning across the to place a kiss on his girl’s, no, his wife’s lips who’s pretty face looked like it might split in half from her smiling so much. “Good for you, Punk.” He muttered and, smiling to himself, he pulled his cap further down over his face and tucked his hands into his pockets. Yes, he had taken a huge risk coming here but he couldn’t not see his childhood best friend on his wedding day… even if his childhood best friend hadn’t seen him. 

With more of a spring in his step than he remembered having since before the war, he headed back to where he had hidden the stolen motorcycle ready to trek back North where he could catch a flight to Europe and slink back into the shadows once more.

****

The sunny August afternoon passed in a daze of champagne, photos and food. 

The head table was situated in the middle of the banquet tent, occupied by Katie, Steve, Sam, Pepper, Tony and Natasha. The rest of the guests were seated at circular tables dotted around, Katie and Pepper having carefully plotted places. Of course the Avengers had their own table, which was rowdy, Thor’s loud voice booming across the Tent as he sat with Jane, who was chatting away to Linda Barton. Vision was perched next to Wanda, conspicuous as always, whilst Banner was talking to Clint. 

When the desert had been eaten, glasses were charged and it was time for the speeches. 

It was Tony’s turn first and as he stood up, both hands raised in his usual flamboyant manner, Katie let out a soft groan as she knew she was about to get a roasting. Her brother started off fairly mildly, toasting the bridesmaids cheekily quipping he was looking forward to taking one home with him that evening.  

“Which one?” Quipped Clint, earning him a slap round the head from Laura whilst the tent laughed. 

Tony paused before he dropped a hand to Pepper’s shoulder where she sat to his right and grinned. “Well there’s a fifty-fifty chance it’ll be the one I’m in a relationship with. No offence, Widow, but you’re not my type.”

Natasha flipped him off as the tent laughed, and all raised their glasses, before a wicked glint flashed in Tony’s eyes and he turned to his left, looking at Katie where she sat at the head of the table.

“Kiddo.” He smirked “I don’t know where to start.”

“Then don’t.” “Oh I’m gonna…” He winked “For the last Thirty-One years you’ve been a monumental pain in my ass. From making me fight monsters under your bed with the vacuum cleaner to your Vegan Goth phase and that damned Turkey that you insisted we keep.” He looked at her fondly as he grinned. “And we won’t even mention the amount of times I was called into School because you’d sassed a teacher, or when you refused point blank to fly home from University on a normal jet, or the time you wrapped your BMW round a lamppost and blamed the road for being too bendy. But, for the record, there isn’t a day that I’d change any of it. Watching you flourish into the beautiful, brave, kind young woman sat in front of me has, and always will be, my greatest achievement. Everything that life has put in front of you, you’ve taken and more. And I’ll always be proud of you.”

He took a deep breath as Steve’s hand curled round Katie’s under the table.

“And as for the groom, well, there’s not much to say about Spangles really. When I first met him, thought he was a Star Spangled asshole. Now I know him, think he’s just a normal asshole.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “Thanks Tony.” he quipped as the he guests laughed. But as his brother-in-law locked eyes with him, the two of them smiled.

“How I found out about you two was less than desirable.” He raised his eyebrows and they both let out a groan “For those of you that don’t know I walked in on them, in the kitchen, and interrupted something, and I won’t lie, I wasn’t overly enamoured about the idea but you fast proved me wrong and, well, here we are.” Tony swallowed and looked at Steve. “For the record, Cap,  I’m glad she has someone like you to look after her, care for her and cherish her but just so you know…” he raised his two fingers to his eyes and then moved them towards Steve, the same I’m watching you gesture as he had given him in his apartment over two years ago. Steve snorted into his glass which was once more full of Asgardian ale and Katie simply shook her head.

“In all seriousness, Rogers and I had a nice long talk last night about what it means to be a family. To love and be loved. To feel like you do and will forever belong with a certain person. And he told me that’s what he felt about Katie. That he does and will forever belong with her.”  Tony looked around the room with a flourish before he turned to look at the newly-weds. “And I know I speak for everyone here when I say, we are so lucky – and happy – that we’re all part of this weird-ass family. Even with Rhodey here.”

Rhodey flipped him off from where he sat across the tent and the guests laughed once more

“So if you’ll please all raise your glasses.” Tony picked his up, as everyone stood their glasses raised. “Steve and Katie, Cap and Kiddo, and our friends, family, be they with us or not.”

The murmurs of the echoed toast died down being replaced applause and whoops as Tony took a short bow, before he rounded the table and Katie stood up to hug him kissing his cheek. 

“Love you.” She grinned, and Tony beamed back at her before he returned to his seat. 

At that point Steve stood up to a load of cheers and he held his hand up.

“Yeah, not sure how I can follow that.” He smiled, “Thanks for those kind words Tony.” He cleared his throat. “You know, looking around the place, seeing everyone here to help us celebrate has brought it home to me how lucky I actually am. When I came out of the ice, I thought I’d lost everything, my entire life, everyone I knew. But I fast came to realise that whilst that may have been true once, what I’ve gained since is irreplaceable.” He glanced down at Katie before he looked back around. “When Katie walked into that gym which was only a few blocks away from where we got married today, we shared a ten minute conversation. By the end of those ten minutes I’d already realised how sassy, sarcastic and loyal she was, and dare I say it, damned gorgeous too”

Katie shook her head as titters rose around the tent.

“But then I got to know her. And she became my best friend, still is, and frankly now I think she’s the most amazing human being on the planet. I could continue to wax lyrical about you Doll, but I won’t. I said everything I had to say to you in the church, but there is one thing I wanted to add. You said that I make��you strong, but it’s really you who does that to me. I’m only strong because you’re by my side. You make me want to be a better person and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of waking up in the morning by your side, simply being able to call you mine.” He took a deep breath, blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall as he looked down at the table, then back to her. “From that first date I knew we had something special and everything we’ve been through in the past two and a bit years, we’ve made it through because we’ve been together. So if I could ask you all to raise your glasses in the direction of my gorgeous, amazing wife.” He stopped, dropped his head and shook it, chuckling. “Man I’ll never get tired of saying that…” He looked back up, a huge grin on his face and Katie laughed, wiping her eyes “Mrs Rogers.”

He sat down and Katie leaned over to give him a soft kiss, smiling as her hand gently traced down his cheek. More cheers and Steve grinned against her mouth, his cheeks flushing slightly as he pressed his forehead to hers.

And then Sam got up.

“Yeah, saved the best till last I know.” He said as everyone giggled “I’ll keep mine short and sweet as we all know there’s a party to get started. I first met Cap when he was running. Well, I say running, it was more like tearing up the ground. Kept lapping me like a crazy mother, nearly killed me trying to keep up.” He grinned and Katie and Steve both laughed. “I haven’t known him for very long all things considered, so being asked to be best man was a privilege, so thank you brother. It means a lot.” He nodded to Steve who raised his glass in his direction. “Now, being friends with Captain America is probably the same as what being friends with Steve Rogers is like, from what I can gather. He’s a great guy, with a fully functioning moral compass, only there’s the added complication that you’ll have a building dropped on your head, get shot at and generally be whipped into a whole heap of trouble, and that was only within the first three days we’d met.” Sam quipped as the tent laughed and Steve shook his head. “But the thing is, when Captain America knocks on your door and needs your help, you gotta follow, even if it means your life expectancy is probably gonna halve.  Mind you, my chances of getting laid have more than doubled so I think they cancel one another out.” At that Steve groaned and dropped his head into his hands as the tent erupted into laughter. “But in all my life I’ve never met two people more suited for each other. You’re like peanut butter and jelly, mac and cheese, Simon and Garfunkel, can’t have one without the other.” Sam smirked “So, without further ado, charge your glasses one final time, to the new Mr and Mrs Rogers.”

Everyone did so and Sam drained his glass, clapping his hands together. “Now how about we get this party started?”

****

A few hours later as the sun was dipping behind the trees and several bottles of champagne, Asgardian beer and a fair few measures of whiskey had been drunk, Steve led his wife to the dance floor for their first dance. Surrounded by their friends and family he gently pulled her into his arms as the first bars of their song rang out from the speakers.

I’ve been searching all my life I used to be so color blind You opened up my eyes Do you wanna share your dreams See a different side of me You’re everything I need He pulled her closer, his hand curling round the small of her back, his other tightly clasped around hers as they gently swayed to the music, foreheads pressed together, smiles stuck firmly to their faces.

I like it when you think out loud Things you say when you know There is no one else around I can dig my own graves now But will you smile every time I try to crawl my way out

His left hand dropped from the small of her back and he took a step away, spinning her out into a twirl as the chorus struck up, drawing cheers from the circle of people around the dance floor.

There is no one like you I live in a world of black and white And you are the only one in color There is no one like you Into mystery I slide I want you to keep it all uncovered You are the only one in color

Katie smiled as he pulled her back to him, his face beaming and, as was tradition, they were joined on the floor by a few other couples, Tony and Pepper, Clint and Laura, Thor and Jane amongst them. Wanda and Natasha were dancing together too, in a joking, friendly way, which made Katie’s smile grow even larger.

You know how to set that mood You can light up any room Just by the way you move The only one who understands What I’ve given you you’ve given back Come on and take my hand

The music continued and, as the chorus struck up again Steve span her out once more, making her laugh and this time he pulled her back in so her back pressed against his chest. Wrapping both arms tightly around her middle he pressed a soft kiss to her neck, breathing her in deeply. Katie laughed, her hands coming to rest over his own, thumb stroking the new addition to his ring finger.

You turned an old world upside down A wave of calm when I was so tightly wound And so full of doubt I’ll never tell you that two’s a crowd I know I can’t get through without Ever needing you around

Steve knew everyone was watching, probably taking pictures or video along with the official photographer, but he didn’t care. Extending his arm above her head, he took hers with him and gently spun her to face him. His right hand slid up to cup her face and as he leaned close to capture her lips. Katie’s hand slid up to tangle in the back of his hair before she pulled away slowly and he let out a soft moan as his forehead dropped to hers.

"Mrs Rogers.” He whispered in her ear.

“Yeah?” “Nothing, I just wanted to say it.”

*******

“Garter off. No hands Rogers!” Nat yelled over the music as Katie sat in a chair on the dance floor. “That’s the rules.”

“Well we all know I’m a stickler for rules.” Steve grinned, discarding his jacket and tie to a few whoops and a loud whistle from his bride, he tossed them over a chair as the men in the party gathered around, the women standing a bit behind, Pepper explaining what was going onto Wanda.

Steve strolled casually past them, hands in his pockets, his eyes locked on Katie’s as she arched an eyebrow in an almost challenging manner. This was the point where he would normally flush red but he hadn’t got a shred of embarrassment about his nature thanks to the Asgardian alcohol which once more coursed through his veins. He gave her a grin as he dropped to his knees and then, with a devious wink, dove under her skirt. Katie giggled and covered her face with her hands whilst the outline of Steve’s broad shoulders could just be made out moving up her legs. But only she could feel his breath on her thighs. He grinned and pressed a soft but hot kiss to the very top of her thigh and it took everything in her not to jump or show any outward indication of his actions, but she did bite her lip when his teeth nipped down her thigh until he caught the lace of the blue garter that he himself had given to her the day before, then dragged it down her leg.

There were more whistles and cheers when he emerged from beneath her skirt with the garter in his mouth, a loud groan coming from Tony, before Steve took it in his hands, stood up and fired it towards the men. Sam was the catcher, hastily dropping it from one hand to the other until he finally snatched it, and looked around, winking at Natasha.

“What about it Red?” He grinned at her “Fancy a bit of Sammy-lovin’?”

“In your dreams birdbrain” she drawled, as everyone cackled.

**** All too soon their day came to an end, but Steve had one final surprise for Katie. She had been fully expecting to go back to their room at the compound but Steve simply shook his head and led her over to a waiting car which was parked on the expansive gravel driveway.

“We are not spending our wedding night at home, Kitten.” He said simply when she asked where they were going. The car drove them out of Brooklyn and into Manhattan as they drank more champagne, finally pulling up outside The Mark, where they were greeted by a red carpet and applause from staff.

Between the alcohol and being drunk on happiness, they were tripping over each other by the time they made it to the bridal suite. Steve opened the door into the huge room, and the pair of them stumbled forward. Laughing, Steve curled an arm round her.

“Hang on.” With a flourish he bent down and scooped her up, carrying her into the room and she giggled as he stepped forward, kicking the door shut behind them before dropping her to her feet. She spun round and grabbed a fist full of his shirt, just below his open collar button, bringing him down to kiss her, hard as they backed across the suite into the bedroom where Steve spun her round and carefully, delicately popped the buttons down her back, his fingers brushing her skin as her dress fell open and dropped, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of white, lace French knickers

He leaned in and pressed soft kisses to the crook of her neck, nuzzling into her hair, as she reached up to remove the various clips, freeing her brunette tresses.

“God you’re beautiful.” He whispered as she spun to face him, eyes shining as she started to undo his shirt.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she smirked as her hands gently undid the buttons on his shirt, her eyes never leaving his.

And then it was a race to get out of their remaining clothes before they both collapsed on the bed. Steve took his time, kissing down his wife’s body, running his fingers down her ribs before his hands gently parted her legs. His nose skimmed below her bellybutton before he moved downwards, nipping at her inner thigh before he set his mouth to her.

Katie groaned and all but melted into the bed letting him have and play with her all he wanted. Her first orgasm hit her hard in a ridiculously short amount of time and, leaving her breathless, he kissed all the way back up her body before he settled his hips against hers. He was rock hard and aching for her, and she shivered as he pressed up against where she needed him most.

He took her left hand in his, his thumb skating over her rings and placed a soft kiss over them before interlocking their fingers and pressing her hand down on the pillow next to her head.

“I love you so much, Mrs Rogers.” He mumbled leaning down and running his nose alongside hers.

“I love you too Captain Rogers.” She responded, holding eye contact with him as he slowly slid inside her, letting out a moan as she lay back and he kissed her again, deeply, passionately, slowly rocking into her. Katie rolled her hips up taking him deeper, moans flowing freely between the pair as he slowly built up his rhythm, releasing her hand so that he could grasp onto her hips. Katie’s arms wrapped around his shoulders pulling him in close and she buried her fingers into his hair.

“Faster.” She moaned, wrenching her mouth from his so she could breath and he didn’t hesitate to oblige. After a few more thrusts he slid his hand under her lower back and lifted her slightly, face buried in her neck, nipping, making her gasp and shudder as he hit her spot with every thrust of his hips until she was moaning and writhing and muttering nonsense.

Whether it was the passion of the day or the fact that it was just different because they were now married, for Steve it felt the most intense love they had ever made. It was the perfect way to finish off an amazing day and when they both fell apart completely immersed in one another, cries of names and curses tumbling from lips, Katie happily welcomed his weight on top of her as he caught his breath whilst she peppered soft kisses against his sweaty forehead before their noses gently rubbed against one another. Both of them remained, trembling in the afterglow and it took a while but finally Steve gathered enough strength to roll himself to the side where Katie immediately curled up into his side, her head on his chest.

“Was it everything you hoped for?” He asked, and she hummed blissfully as he carded his fingers through her hair

“And more.” she whispered softly.” And wanna know the best bit?” “What?” She moved so she could look up at him, her face soft as she gave him the most intimate and incredible smile he had ever seen on her face as she answered “We have the rest of our lives ahead.”

**** Chapter 27

**Original Posting**

[inthelonelycoolbeforedawn]

Harringrove April Days 3, 7, & 22: Spring Break, Daisychain, & Yellow

Spring break was Billy's favorite school holiday.

He didn't like winter vacation because that meant Christmas, and Christmas meant mean Grandma Hargrove, and pretending not to be bored listening to all the old people talk, and lots of yelling and his mom crying afterwards.

Summer was okay, because as long as his chores were done he got to play with his friends and spend more time at the beach.

But spring break was the best, because he got to spend time alone with his mom while his dad was at work.

Sometimes they'd stay home. They'd go to the park a few blocks away, then she'd read him his favorite stories and play toy cars and teach him how to make cookies.

Sometimes they'd go to the beach to swim and walk along the sand, looking for shells or rocks or sea creatures. When he started learning to surf, she'd watch, cheering him on. They'd usually stop for ice cream on the way home.

Sometimes they'd go for walks. She would point out the plants and flowers they passed in neighbors' gardens or along the hiking trails. Once they found a meadow full of wildflowers and she taught Billy how to make daisy chains. She smiled when he proudly set the lopsided daisy crown he'd made all by himself on her head, and she wore it the whole time they sat there watching clouds drift lazily across the sky.

No matter what they did it was nice, and every year Billy looked forward to spring break.

Until the day Neil came home early and found them in the yard, laughing as they blew on dandelion puffballs and making wishes on the tiny, feathery seeds.

"Scattering goddamn weeds everywhere," he shouted. "Do you know how hard I work to keep this lawn looking nice?"

Billy snuck off to his room but he could still hear his dad yelling about goddamn weeds and turning the boy into a pussy with that goddamn hippie shit.

His mom stopped wishing on dandelions after that.

And Billy stopped looking forward to spring break.

*

They moved when Neil married Susan. This house was bigger but had no yard, just a cracked concrete driveway with an old basketball hoop at the end.

Billy spent hours out there, practicing. Neil didn't mind, because real men were supposed to be interested in sports and cars and girls. And he was good at basketball. Liked it even. It was better than baseball at least.

He hated the dandelions that sprang up in the cracks though.

Max ran over them with her skateboard, not even noticing. But Billy noticed every time another little yellow flower popped up, and made sure to stomp on them when he ran and jumped for the net.

Part of him ached every time he squished one. He wondered if they felt pain, if they knew what it was like to be crushed and smothered, yanked up and thrown away.

But a bigger, louder part of his brain sneered that those kinds of thoughts were for faggots and pussies, and he wasn't a faggot or a pussy.

So he smothered those thoughts, crushing them down like his feet crushed the dandelions.

*

They had a bigger yard in Hawkins, and Neil made it clear that Billy was old enough now to take responsibility for keeping the yard maintained. He discovered he hated shovelling snow, longing for sunny skies and ocean waves as he cleared the walkways and the driveway. But slowly the snow melted, and his next task was raking up all the dead grass and leaves, tidying up last fall's debris to make sure the lawn looked good for summer.

When the first dandelions poked up through the grass, little bits of sunshine dotting the lawn to announce the coming of spring, Billy went out with the weedkiller.

He sprayed the poison over the plants, soaking them in it, making sure not a single one survived.

At the dinner table that night, he blamed his red-rimmed eyes and hoarse voice on the chemical fumes. Luckily Neil believed him.

*

Spring turned to summer, and suddenly everything he ever knew was uprooted.

It was October when they finally released him from the hospital. By then the world was gray again, the plants and trees and flowers dying off for the long Indiana winter.

There were a few bright spots though.

He was staying at Joyce Byers' house. It was crowded, since Hopper and El had moved in too. But he shared a room with Jonathan, who was a surprisingly understanding roommate and didn't even expect him to talk if he didn't want to.

He passed the days doing his exercises and whatever household chores he could manage. He spent time with El and Will, and with Max, who visited as often as she could.

And sometimes Steve came over.

The entire group had formed deep, lasting friendships as they all healed together, and Billy still couldn't quite believe he was part of that group now. But he'd apologized, and meant it, and they were willing to give him a chance.

At first he'd just join in when Steve and Robin brought the rest of the kids for movie nights. Then they'd started hanging out without the kids, occasionally going to Steve's house, or to a movie, or the diner. Jonathan and Nancy had even come along a few times.

But, as winter turned to spring, there'd been a few times when it ended up being just Steve and Billy. And the more time Billy spent with Steve, the more he realized he couldn't deny his feelings anymore.

He was in love with Steve. And he had to tell him. It might cost him everything - Steve himself, all the people who'd taken him in and given him a home, who he'd begun to trust and care about - but he couldn't keep lying to himself or anyone else.

He got his chance when Steve came over on an unseasonably warm April day. Hopper and Joyce were at work and the kids were at school, so they had the house to themselves.

"Hi," Steve said when Billy answered the door. "I'm off today so I thought we could, um. Hang out. If you want. It's such a nice day, it'd be a shame to waste it, right?"

"Yeah," Billy said. "You want to sit outside for a bit?"

"Yeah, okay," Steve said.

With his sunny smile and a yellow T-shirt Billy had never seen him in, he looked like a personification of spring. He was beautiful.

Billy pulled the door closed and they settled onto the old porch swing that creaked when it rocked. Steve's arm bumped Billy's, and their thighs were almost touching.

They rocked on the swing slowly, not talking.

And then Steve spoke.

"They're kind of pretty," he said.

Startled, Billy turned to him. "What?"

"The dandelions." Steve gestured towards the Byers' front lawn, dotted with the little yellow flowers, some already gone to seed. He chuckled. "I know most people think they're weeds - my parents hate them - but I don't know. I kind of like them."

"Me too," Billy blurted, before he could stop himself. He looked down. "My mom - she always said if you blew on the seeds and made a wish it would come true."

"Yeah?"

Steve's voice was soft. Billy was too scared to look at him.

"Yeah."

"Well, my grandma said if you blow on a dandelion and all the seeds come off, the person you love loves you back."

Billy tried to laugh. It came out as more of a wheeze.

"Maybe they're both right," Steve said. "Your mom and my grandma."

"Maybe," Billy said quietly.

"Do you want to, uh - ?" Steve took a deep breath, lacing his fingers together, then untwining them and laying his hands flat on his thighs. "Find out?"

"Okay," Billy whispered.

They stood up in unison and walked down to the grass. They both plucked a dandelion and faced the road.

Billy closed his eyes and blew as hard as he could. He hesitated before opening his eyes, almost afraid of what he'd see.

He was holding an empty dandelion stalk that matched Steve's, the little white seeds mingling, dancing away on the breeze.

"Did your wish come true?" Steve asked softly.

Billy kissed him in response, just a brief, tentative touch of his lips to Steve's. He drew back immediately, expecting Steve to scrunch his face up in disgust, shove him away, and run.

Instead Steve took his hand and drew him in for another, longer kiss.

Billy didn't even realize he was crying until they parted and Steve's thumb was on his cheek, gently wiping away his tears.

He put his arms around Steve, hesitantly at first, tightening his hold when Steve hugged him back.

"I guess your mom was right," Steve said.

"I think your grandma was right too," Billy said, when he could speak again.

"Yeah," Steve said, eyes soft and smile warmer than the sun. "Totally."

[kpopprincess416]

My Favorite K-Pop Songs (Incomplete)

A.C.E: Undercover, Savage

aespa: Black Mamba

Agust D: Agust D, Daechwita

APink: NoNoNo

ASTRO: Blue Flame, Baby

ATEEZ: HALA HALA, Say My Name, Pirate King, Treasure, Illusion, Wave, Aurora, Wonderland, Answer, THANXX, Inception, Fireworks (I’m The One)

Baekhyun: UN Village, Stay Up (feat. Beenzino), Diamond, Candy, All I Got, Cry For Love

Beast: Fiction

BIGBANG: Fantastic Baby, Bang Bang Bang, Last Dance

Blackpink: How You Like That, Lovesick Girls, Kill This Love, Whistle, Boombayah, DDU-DU DDU-DU

BoA: Better, No. 1

Boys Republic: Get Down

THE BOYZ: No Air, The Stealer

BTS: We Are Bulletproof (Pt. 2), Run, Dope, Fire, Save Me, Blood Sweat & Tears, Begin, Lie, Spring Day, Not Today, Boy In Luv, Tomorrow, Cypher Pt. 2 (Triptych), N.O, I Need U, Moving On, House of Cards, Black Swan, Louder Than Bombs, Mic Drop, On, Dionysus, Boy With Luv (Feat. Halsey), Home, DNA, Dimple, FAKE LOVE, The Truth Untold, Magic Shop, So What, Idol, Euphoria, Serendipity, Epiphany, Airplane Pt. 2, Danger, Heartbeat, Stay Gold, War of Hormone, Life Goes On

Chanyeol: SSFW

Chen: Beautiful Goodbye, Watch Out

Chung Ha: Snapping, Stay Tonight, Bicycle

CIX: Cinema, Jungle

CL: Hello Bitches

CLC: Hobgoblin, Helicopter, Black Dress, No

D.O & Yoo Youngjin: Tell Me (What Is Love)

DALsooobin: Katchup

DKB: Sorry Mama, Rose

DREAMCATCHER: BOCA, Break The Wall, Odd Eye, Chase Me, Good Night, You & I, Endless Night, Deja Vu, Scream

EVERGLOW: Bon Bon Chocolat, Dun Dun, La Di Da, Adios

EXO: Lightsaber, Love Me Right, Drop That, Tempo, Sign, Gravity, Bad Dream, Lucky One, Monster, Artificial Love, White Noise, Cloud 9, Growl, Mama, History, What Is Love, Overdose, For Life, Lotto, Love Shot, Obsession, Power, Universe, Call Me Baby, Eldorado, Playboy, Thunder, The Eve, Ko Ko Bop, What U Do, Forever, Going Crazy, Chill, Lucky

EXO-CBX: Hey Mama!

f(x): Electric Shock, Red Light, 4 Walls

(G)I-DLE: DUMDi DUMDi, LATATA, Oh my god, 

GAIN: Paradise Lost

GD & TAEYANG: GOOD BOY

GHOST9: SEOUL

Girls Day: Something

Girls Generation: I Got A Boy, Hoot, The Boys, Catch Me If You Can, Party

GOT7: Breath, You Calling My Name, Not By The Moon, Never Ever, Hard Carry, If You Do, Lullaby, Just Right

History: Might Just Die, Queen

Hwasa: Maria

HyunA: Bubble Pop, I’m Not Cool, Good Girl, Red

iKON, Bling Bling, Love Scenario, RHYTHM TA

INFINITE: The Eye

ITZY: DALLA DALLA, ICY, WANNABE, Not Shy

IZ: Memento

IZ*ONE: FIESTA, Panorama

IU: Palette (Feat. G-Dragon), Eight (Feat. Suga)

Jackson Wang: Pretty Please

Jennie (of Blackpink): Solo

Jessi: Nunu Nana

Kai: Mmmh

KARD: Bomb Bomb, Dumb Litty, Gunshot

Lay: Lit, Namanana

MAMAMOO: AYA, Egotistic, Hip

MCND: Ice Age, Spring

MOMOLAND: Baam, Bboom BBoom

MONSTA X: Who Do U Love?, Stuck, Shoot Out, Fighter, Beautiful, Oi, FANTASIA, Beautiful Night, ZONE, Love Killa, Follow, DRAMARAMA, Newton, Hero,  Alligator, Shine Forever

NCT: BOSS,Baby Don’t Stop, TOUCH, Black On Black,  

NCT 127: Wakey Wakey, Chain, Gimme Gimme, Fire Truck, Cherry Bomb, Baby Don’t Like It, Limitless, Kick It, Regular, SIMON SAYS, Highway To Heaven, Superhuman, Punch

NCT Dream: Chewing Gum, My First and Last, Ridin’, Boom, We Go Up 

NCT U: From Home, Make A Wish (Birthday Song), Coming Home, Boss, The 7th Sense

NU’EST: Bet Bet

Oh My Girl: Twilight

PENTAGON: Sha La La, Shine, Humph, Basquiat, Dr, Bebe, Daisy

PinkFantasy: Lemon Candy

PRISTIN: Black Widow

Rain: Rainism

Red Velvet: Bad Boy, RBB(Really Bad Boy), Peek-A-Boo, Psycho, Red Flavor, Dumb Dumb, Zimzalabim, Russian Roulette, 

Red Velvet- Irene & Selugi: Monster

REDSQUARE: ColorFull

Rose: On The Ground

SEVENTEEN:  Mansae, Left & Right, Hit, Fear, HOME;RUN, Clap, Don’t Wanna Cry, Shining Diamond, Highlight, Very Nice

SF9: Good Guy, Now Or Never

SHINee: Don’t Call Me, Lucifer, Married To The Music, Replay, Sherlock (Clue + Note), Dream Girl, Everybody, Ring Ding Dong

SISTAR: Touch My Body

Solar: Spit It Out

SOMI: Birthday

STRAY KIDS: Miroh, Double Knot, God’s Menu, Hellevator, District 9, My Pace, I am YOU, Back Door 

Sunmi: Gashina

SUPER JUNIOR: Devil, Sorry Sorry, Mr. Simple, Bonamana, Magic, Mamacita

SuperM: Jopping, One (Monster & Infinity), 100, Tiger Inside

T-ARA: Sugar Free

Taemin: Move, Criminal

TAEYANG: RingaLinga, Eyes Nose Lips

TXT: Can’t You See Me, 9 and Three Quarters (Run Away), Cat & Dog, Crown, Blue Hour

Treasure: Boy, I Love You

TVXQ: Catch Me, Mirotic

TWICE: I Can’t Stop Me, Fancy, Feel Special, More & More, Cheer Up, Dance The Night Away, Knock Knock, Likey, Yes Or Yes, TT

UP10TION: So Dangerous

VIXX: Chained Up, Scentist, Shangri-La

VICTON: What I Said

Wanna One: Boomerang

WayV: Turn Back Time, Bad Alive (English Version), Kick Back, Moon Walk, Love Talk, Take Off

WINNER: Really Really

Wonho: Open Mind, Lose

Woo!Ah!: I Don’t Miss U

X1: Flash

2NE1: Come Back Home, I Am The One, I Love You, Falling In Love

2PM: A.D.T.O.Y., Take Off, Hands Up

4MINUTE: Crazy, Hate

Park Hyoshin: Wild Flower

Day6: Congratulations, Days Gone By, Time Of Our Lives, Shoot Me, I Wait

T.O.P: Doom Dada

ONEUS: Vlakyrie, Lit

AB6IX & Lee Dae Hwi: Rose Scent Kiss

B1A4: A Lie

EXID: Me & You,Ah Yeah

Taeyeon: I (Feat. Verbal Jint)

I.O.I:  Whatta Man (Good Man), Dream Girls

CLC: Me

3YE: Stalker

Wendy: Like Water

[idjitlili]

Fili x reader

Imagine making a flower crown and making Fili wear it. Knife hiding . Douche legolas , he thinks he has a big dick. Fili , kili, thorin survive the battle of the five armies.

A little cringe, all my imagines are ngl, this is my longest fic.

Word count:2923

You were apart of the company, in which you had just arrived at Beorns house. He seems to like you because you weren’t a dwarf nor orc. You had asked him if you could pick some of his daisies from his garden, he allowed you too,telling you help yourself.

You were had became very close to the princes, and Bilbo. You were very sarcastic,like Bilbo ,Bilbo would defend you in any situation with his sassy comments. Although,you had grew to like Fili very much, you knew you didn’t have an chance with him, as one day he would be king. You were a human girl, you weren’t from middle earth you had nothing to offer the prince.

That didn’t stop you from liking him, no matter how much you wanted to drop your feelings.Did I mention that you called Bilbo , Dildo Gaggins, well you did. You had only explained to Fili what it meant , he thought it was hilarious. You both didn’t dare to tell Kili in case he told sweet Bilbo. Kili couldn’t keep anything a secret.

But right now you sat in the grass , in Beorns garden,making a flower crown out of large daisies. You had made it like a daisies chain just with giant daisies ,as you weren’t sure how to make an actual flower crown. The blades of green grass tickled your bare calf’s, up to your swimming trunks. Don’t ask why you just thought swimming trunks were better than actual shorts. The company were surprised with your clothing choices, not being like anything they have ever seen anyone wearing.

Your hands worked restlessly on the crown, you knew who you wanted to gift it to. It didn’t take long, as you really wanted to get back inside before the bees started chasing you , or Thorin lectured you on safety. That he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe if he didn’t know your location. He had a thing with keeping you safe, you knew there wasn’t many Darrowdams left but they were plenty of female men left. You just didn’t understand it , to be quite honest.

It was early in the morning you hadn’t slept that night , you were restless that night. you told Bilbo that if anyone asked you were just getting some fresh air , but you weren’t sure if he had listened he was barely a wake at that point. It was getting brighter by the minute. You were full aware that everyone was awake now, from the noise coming from the house.

You were about to stand up and head inside,but a soft thud came from beside you. You jumped, and turned your head to see Fili smiling at you, you frowned. “You made me jump.” You grumbled. “Hey I’m sorry , I just came to see if you was alright and hadn’t runaway.” He chuckled.

You told feel the a gush of wind it you harshly , as the sun hit you warming you slightly. “ and where would I run away to? It’s not like it can get home.” You were slightly grumpy from having no sleep, yet Fili was quite joyful. “I thought you might’ve found an elven prince.” He smirked. “Damn how did you know?” You gasped , you had finished the flower crown , lifting it up in your palms eyeing it as did Fili.

“Did you get any sleep last night ,y/n?” He questioned eyeing your h/c hair that the sun brightened.“...yes.” You picked at the strands of grass avoiding his gaze. “So you been out here all night?”

“No only for a couple of hours , it was too yuck in there. Bombur needs to lay of the cheese.” You gagged at the thought of last night he chuckled at your response. “I agree.”

You turned to look up at Fili , with the flower crown in hand you eyed his golden Maine, damn he doesn’t have a crown but he’s a prince. “I made this for you, will you wearing it,Fili?” You questioned nervously he smirked looking at it and you blushed face. “..you made me a flower crown..?” He admired your affections he did like you well more that you knew.

You frowned in disappointment going to stand, “fine I’ll give it to kili instead of you don’t wa-“ “NO I want it.” He interrupted you, you giggled in delight of his outburst, you kneeled I front of him. Damn you wish it was to blow his horn. Sorry. You placed the crown upon his head gently.

He smiled at you , “a crown for a prince.” Fili looked so cute with it upon his locks, he smirked at you words.”thank you y/n, I love it.” He pulled you up to your feet , and embraced you into a hug with you happily returned. “Come in we are leaving soon.” He spoke pulling away and dragging you in by the hand.

Once you arrived inside you dropped his hand , and walked over to Bilbo, the company smirked at Fili. Bilbo was eating some sorta food.”Well hello master Gaggins , I hope you didn’t have a sausage, I would hate for you to choke.” You smirked down at the hobbit. He gasped now figuring out why you had called him that. He was about to say something before Fili and kili walked over to the two of you.

“Oh Fili I love your flower crown, it’s compliments your hair.” Kili gushed,Fili grumbled at his brother.

“Oi, you are jealous that I didn’t make you one, kili. “ you smiled at the brunette prince.

“Yes I am, why did he get one?” Fili was intrigued for your answer, kili frowned that he didn’t get one. Typical really if you think about it.

“He was the first one to come talk to me,now I must make sure all my stuff is packed for our journey.” You spoke leaving them , Fili frowned lightly.

And soon you were off to Mirkwood, only to be attacked by spiders then saved by Dildo, then attacked again then saved by elves. You stood next to Fili and Kili as they searched you for weapons, a elf came towards you to search you. Thorin almost bit his throat out with his eyes as the blond elf searched you.

“Uh mister elf?” The elf was about to search to u before looking you in the eyes, nodding. “Are you a prince by an chance?” You smirked at Fili as he gasped remembering your conversation. “Yes, I am legolas son of Thranduil.” Your mouth gap open “it is nice to meet you, wow I have met three princes now. Totally awesome dude.” You smirked up to the princethat just nodded at you , continuing to search you receiving glares from Thorin ,Fili and kili.

You hoped he stayed away from your vagina, no one knew you kept a hidden knife there. You gasped when his hands reached your sides, you wore only a t shirt, and you were ticklish. He continued to in his hands down your sides, making you cry in laughter. Damn dude, he stopped immediately. “Sorry it tickles .” As the elf gave you a half smile, this made Fili bubble with anger that this elf was allowed to touch you. “why does a women travel with pigs?” He questioned you , you smirked . “Because I have no where else.”

You replied quickly, looking at your feet.”Why?” Damn this vampire bro didn’t quit. “Magic causes some shit , and poof I am in this strange world.”the prince was confused by this, but just nodded, he was going to ask his father about it.

He walked towards Fili , eyeing his flower crown, scoffing. “Oi princess I made that.” You spat at the elven prince, Kili laughed at your term, and Fili felt butterflies in this stomach. “You court this dwarf?” He laughs at you. You scoff angrily “hey blondie,first he’s a prince like you, plus I rather have a dwarf than a twig elven princess, If your dick is as thin as you. GOD. Is it even there.”

This caused all the dwarves at laugh at you , legolas face lit up in anger, he leaned down to your ear and whispered “I would love to prove you wrong, but I am afraid I would split you into two.” You shrugged in disgust ,” thanks for the offer but I’ll stick to the dwarf that doesn’t have to use a wooden dick.” You clutched onto Fili , who happily pulled you close to him. Before legolas ordered for you all tohave your hands binded.

Legolas has brought you all to the cells into Mirkwood. He had told his father there was a women along the pact of dwarves and that you should be stuck in with them too rot aswell.

You turned to Fili in the cell, “damn I’m glad I didn’t runaway with that ass.” Fili laughed , “me too.” He spoke sitting on the stone fall, gesturing for to sit too. “I can’t.” He looked at you confused. “Why not.” You didn’t amswer you just reached up the leg of your swimming trunks pulling a knife out carefully. He gasped at your action, you flung the case of the knife on the floor ,that protected your vagina from being spilt opened.

Luckily you had clearly the knife and case in boiling hot water , so you wouldn’t get an infection. “That w-was in your v-v..” you giggled at him sitting next to him, you yelp at the harsh contact with the floor.”yeah I know, it hurt.” You passed him the blade , he inspected it, he could only think hot damn.

“How did it even fit?” He questioned this blade was 9 inches long , two inches wide.

“That’s what she said. I don’t even know how it did.” He goes back to hand it back you shake your head “I’m not skilled with any sort of weapon, you keep it.” You smiled at him, he wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to him , embracing you on the cold floor. “Thank you and thank you for back there that meant a lot to me y/n.”

“Like I was going accept that pricks offer, he said he was gonna spilt me in half with his thick cock.” You laughed into filis chest, he burst out laughing with you stroking your hair. Before he could say anything more Bilbo had came to your rescue, you and Fili stood up swiftly and he grabbed your knife with him.

You clutched filis hand as Bilbo lead you into the cellar , and ushered you all to get into the barrels. Kili looked at the knife questioningly as did the rest of the company, “y/n” he spoke quickly. They all looked at you there wasn’t anywhere you could hide that knife. You shrugged “I hid it my vagina.” Bilbo gasp, yet Dwalin looked at You proud “good on you lassie!”

Bilbo was the next to speak “ yes this is a lovely conversation and all but we do not have time right now.” He spoke urgently. After that everyone had gotten into a barrel. Soon enough you were all dumped into the water, soaked , and being chased by elves. You spot legolas straight away “oh hey princess, MAYBE you should’ve searched my vagina next time for knifes.” You shouted towards him , pointing to the knife Fili held , in which he nodded at legolas, legolas gasped.

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After the barrel ride, you had reached an bank to be threatened by Bard the bow man. He agreed to take you all to lake town, but smuggling you. It was suggested that you were to pretend to be his girlfriend because you couldn’t fit fully into a barrel. Fili wasn’t happy at all of course. Then all the dwarves and dildo had to climb up through the toilet , in which Fili asked you to keep his flower crown safe.

You stood in bards living room waiting for the dwarves , you were freezing from only wearing a t shirt and swimming trunks, bard had let you borrow his coat to hid your weird clothing. You had already given that back. You snapped out of your thoughts when the groans of dwarves entered your ear drums. You looked up to see Bilbo soaked , he was given a blanket by only of bards daughters. “Damn Bilbo you really are a dildo now , you are all lubed up all you gotta do is go up a vagina.” You smirked down at him he frowned at you muttering “you are worse than the dwarves” before walking off.

You looked up to spot Fili who was already walking towards you, once he reached you he gave you a large grin. You grabbed the crown from your pocket , placing it upon his head. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. You smile at him, lovingly. You felt a tug at your hand , you look down to see Bards youngest daughter Tilda smiling up at you. “Miss y/n?” She asks , “yes tilda.” You bend down a little to her level holding her hand, Fili watching in awe.

“ did you make that?” She questions pointing to the crown on filis head, you nod. “We don’t get many flowers here.” She spoke sadly before whispering into your ear so Fili not anyone else could hear “do you like that dwarf miss?” She giggled , as did you. “Yes I do.” She giggled again excitingly. “If yo u come back here one day would you bring me a crown?” She questioned again, smiling hopefully, you looked up Fili who already gently pulled the crown from his head leaning down to the child placing it upon her head. “You can have this,princess.” She giggled pulling to both into a hug ,”thank youuu.” She spoke happily.

You stood from the floor, “I’ll make you a new one in erebor. You are true prince.” Smiled just embracing him this time.he tighten the hug pulling you closer from your waist. “What did she ask you?” He asked smirking into your shoulder,”now that’s a secret prince.” You spoke pulling away to see Bilbo who was smirking and wiggling his eyebrows at you.

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After the battle of the five armies , Thorin had offered for you stay in erebor , with him , Fili and kili. Since you had no home. Bilbo was staying in erebor for a week, you were given a room with clothes , and gowns that fit you. You were actually able to bathe, today you wore a green tunic and some pants, you had been sat in some greenery in erebor.

You began crafting another flower crown for Fili, once you had completed it , you had brushed the dirt from you. You started heading towards filis chambers gently grasping the crown in your hands. Once you had reached his door , you gently tapped your knuckles against the wood knocking a couple of times.

Soon the door was opened by a surprisingly dressed Fili, he looked like he had just woken up and rushed ready. Good for him. “What can I help you with y/n?” He yawned. You reached from behind your back to reveal the crown. “I told you. I would.” He smiled he allowed to place it upon his head. “thank you.” He spoke leaning towards you to press a kiss to your cheek. He blushed. After that you smiled and began to walk away, but his hand grasped your wrist. “Wait...” you turned to look at him.

“I-ive been meaning to tell you that...uh.” His face was beet red, he couldn’t hold your gaze,you held onto his hands. “ you can say anything to me Fili, unless it’s mean,because I will cry.” You smiled at the dwarf.”no ,no , it’s not mean. I just really like you not as a friend” your face blushed in shock , a prince liked you. “Damn bro I like you too.” You jumped to embrace him.

“Really?” He asked with a sparkle in his eye,”why do you think I made you them crowns and said I wanted a dwarven cock and then latched myself to you?” You smirked at Fili, lust filled eyes, he laughs lightly.

“Can I court you y/n l/n?” He asked cupping your cheek, you nodded in response. He brought his mouth to your ear, and whispered “may I kiss you?” You nodded nervously , you both leaned in , wrapping your arms around his neck and he pressed his soft lips to yours pecking them before pulling away. “Damn thanks for being my first kiss dude.”

“You are very welcome , now come in so I can braid your hair.” He led you in with his arm around your waist, shutting the door.

Bonus:

“Are you going to braid my pubes aswell?” You questioned the blond prince smirking.

“Only if you braid mine.”

“ mine are too short anyways.”

Extra bonus:

“Kili I call Bilbo , dildo Gaggins. Because a dildo is a fake dick that people use to masterbate with. And because he’s so short he is a whole dildo. And Gaggins is because he goes to thorin and gags.”

“Why does he gag around thorin?”

“Because he’s sucking him off.”

“O h.”

[burnedbyshoto]

Of Love and Flowers

word count: 4,006

warnings: sfw

a/n: this was supposed to come out a few days ago, but i’m trash lmao and didn’t have it ready at all until this morning!!!! if you follow me, I told you the theme about this post through an ask meme yesterday ;) enjoy

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“We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.” - Johann Wolfgang von

There are 20,182,852 words in the world.

There are over 2,000 used kanji in the Japanese language.

There are over 100 different words of expressing that you love someone.

There is only one way to say ‘I love you.’

There is only one Todoroki Shouto.

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Flower shops are some of the most peaceful places in the world. The air smells heavily of the perfume from the plants. The toasty environment of the room, the way that rain or shine it was always bright in the shop.

The flowers sitting in each of their own little packages call and entrance strangers. Making people fish out a few yen to buy someone they loved a flower. Most always grabbed a simple red rose, the most iconic sign of love.

Love.

Your fingers ghosted over the flowers before you. The waxy softness of the petal running smoothly under your fingertip. The frosty coldness of February winter clung to your face as you stared at the carnations on display.

“Are you getting any flowers today, brat?” The small flower shop owner barks at you. Her wrinkled hands go to sit on her waist in a sassy pose, her eyes squinted as she looked up at you. “All you do is come to stare at my flowers, touch them with your oily fingers, and scare off my customers!”

The stance she is taking should be one of reprimanding, but your face warms in love for her. “Sorry, Ami-sama, these carnations were just calling my name today.” You laugh pulling at the white carnation that you had been admiring.

“What’s so good about getting yourself flowers?! Why don’t you get that handsome boyfriend of yours to get you some flowers? Tch, you bring him around once and now I never see him again! Who do you take me for?” She scolds you, her arms folded as she thinks about who you brought.

“Ami-sama, you know—” Your eyes widen at her judgment, but she continues on.

“He was such a handsome boy, tall and strong looking, too! He could do something about that scar… tell him I know someone with a quirk who can remove all scars! Just because of you I’ll give him her number, and she’ll do it for free!”

The groan that leaves your lips is joined with a wispy trail of air that leaves your mouth.

Deciding not to fight her, you smile politely. “As much as Shouto would appreciate the number, I don’t think he wants to get rid of his scar.”

“Bah,” Ami humphs as she takes the white carnation and places it within your fingers. “Using his first name though? I didn’t realize you young lovers were that deep in your relationship!”

Your face flushes as you take the flower. You and Shouto that deep in your relationship? No, he just asked you to call him that and who were you to say no? After all—

“Aren’t you going back to school, brat? You’re going to be late! Don’t you dare make me take that flower back!” Ami harasses you shooing you away as you laugh loudly.

“I’ll be back after classes to pick up flowers for my friend’s birthday!” You call out as you take off running.

“Bring back your handsome boyfriend, he makes me want to be young again!” She yells out after to you.

You don’t really hear her as you continue running. You had gone home on Saturday night to spend Sunday with your family because you had to go to visit the doctor. It was now Monday morning. As it was the end of your second year in U.A., you were running down the old familiar streets to get to the school’s campus. The white carnation in your hand a hopeful prayer for the rest of the week.

This was going to be a good week.

This was going to be the best week.

“Y/n?” A voice called for you as you crashed through the front gates.

Out of breath, you snapped your head to your left to see Shouto standing there. Backpack slung on his shoulder, eyes light in amusement as you waved.

“You just got back, too?” Shouto asks as he waits for you to come and walk with him. You nod your head, unable to speak still, it was just so hard to breathe. “How was your visit?”

“Oh… ya know…” You pant as you drag your heels over to where Shouto is waiting for you. “Went to the doctor’s appointment and my mom made me so much food.”

“How was the doctor’s appointment?” Shouto asks out of concern. His eyebrows raised as the two of you begin walking towards the school building. Other students were also making their way into the glass building.

“Well,” You sigh looking away from him. “I was told that they don’t know why I’m having issues with my breathing? Just to keep monitoring it and I’ll be going back in to get more testing done.”

Shouto nods his head as he opens the door for you, letting you step through before himself. “You’ll let me know right away what’s wrong, right?”

“You’ll be the first to know.” You giggle softly as the two of you make your way to the lockers. “Shouto, do you want this flower?” You ask handing him carnation with a soft smile.

Looking at it, Shouto’s face contorts slightly. “Depends, what does it mean?”

“Sweet and lovely, women’s good luck gift, and innocence.” You hum looking back at him with a grin. “I think it’s a perfect flower. Don’t you think?”

Shouto smiles softly, one that knocks your breath from your lungs as he takes it from your fingers. Chills run down your arms as his warm hands brush against yours. Your eyes flutter closed as his warm and soft lips come to press against your cheeks. Electricity flowing through your being as he pulls away.

“Thank you, y/n,” Shouto whispers to you.

Unable to speak, your body and mind so convoluted with only the mere thought of Shouto, you nod.

“Are you ready to walk to class?” He asks looking down at the pristine flower. How incredibly fit for a man like Shouto.

The tightness in your chest increases at the sound of his voice as you shake your head. “I need to use t-the restroom really quick? You can go on without me, I’ll catch up?”

Shouto sighs, but agrees as he waves and leaves you as you quickly rush towards the restroom.

Oh, how he made you feel so warm and safe.

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Daisy chains were so beautiful.

A true statement of floral beauty, yet so irritating to make.

The stems of the daisies crinkled under your hold. Your eyebrows scrunching as you concentrated on the logistics of this small task. You were nearly done with the crown, but your fingers shook as if this was loop one.

“What are you making?” A voice asks from behind you.

Having long ago sensed them, you don’t flinch as you secure the daisy onto the chain.

“Ami-sama had asked for me to make her… three daisy chains…” You mumble concentrating on the task at hand. “I don’t know why either. But, she did request I bring you with me when I drop it off.”

Shouto shifts from behind you to come and sit down on the couch beside you. “I think Ami really likes me?” He remarks as if unsure if that was correct.

“Ami-sama is obsessed with you,” You mumble as you look at the half-and-half boy.

Placing down the daisy chain you grinned at Shouto. Shouo was now admiring the already finished chains. The warm air of May weather filled the common room, as you pulled your hair from its ponytail. Shouto’s fingers gently trace around the crown until he finally places it down.

Your chin was tucked between your knees, your feet resting on the couch. You continued to gaze at Shouto as he looks at you.

“Would you mind teaching me?” Shouto asked with a small smile.

A small smile with the power to steal your breath away. Your own small smile overcomes your features as you shift closer to Shouto, “Here!” You say grabbing the other group of daisies.

With your shoulder pressed against Shouto’s arm, you explained to him how to make the daisy chain. Your instructions clear, concise, and soft. Shouto listened to every single word willingly, intensely, and carefully. Your smaller hands sat on top of his as you showed him how to make the chain. The tremor in your fingers is now gone as you guided him. His warm hands following your every action. The two of you moving without instruction, without words. Your breathing stills as he suddenly looks at you. His eyes softly opened, his lips inviting you in, and his aroma stilling your pounding chest.

Why did he have this effect on you?

“Do you think this is something my girlfriend would appreciate if I made her one?” He asks you, a small and goofy smile on his face.

“She would.” You grin back, your cheeks hurting as you giggled softly.

“What do daisies mean?” Shouto asks as he begins making the daisy chain without your assistance.

“Innocence, I’ll never tell, and purity.” You inform him as you grab your own chain.

“You really know your flowers.” Shouto murmurs as he reaches for another daisy.

He was much better at this than you were, but you didn’t mind at all. Seeing him making these chains here with you was enough to keep your competitive spirit down.

“It’s my secret talent,” You tease with a grin. “My grandma has a flower-based quirk, super weird. Whenever she has emotions flowers will sprout on her body, so I learned them all just in case she was ever sad.”

Shouto hums as he nods, his eyes flickering over to you again.

“I don’t know anything except red roses and white lilies.”

“Love, I love you.” You say as you focus back onto the daisies, your face burning as you felt Shouto whip his head towards you. “Purity and majesty.”

“Yes,” Shouto laughs a little as he shakes his head. After all, you had never once told him those words. It would be a pretty lame confession to say it right now. “Maybe I didn’t know lilies after all?”

Your returned your sights on the boy who held your heart. “What did you think it meant?”

“You’ve made my life complete.” Shouto sighs, his eyes locking with yours.

A blush overcomes your cheeks as you shake your head. What an idiot throwing meanings like that around. “That is the meaning behind lily of the valley.” You correct with a shake of your head. “Those flowers you have to be careful with, they’re—”

“Invasive and toxic,” Shouto says with you.

A gleaming smile overcomes your face as you nod, “You do know something about flowers.”

“You made me slightly interested in them, y/n,” Shouto confesses with a small shove to your shoulder. Confusion fills you as you stare at Shouto, his eyes locking with yours as his head slightly tilts. Clearing his throat, a soft pink hue spreads on his cheeks. “You’re so passionate about flowers that I had to learn something about it.”

Without asking, as you were overcome with your love for the boy sitting next to you, your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into a hug.

“The daisies!” Shouto reminds you, but you don’t let go as you feel Shouto move the flowers around for him to finally hug you back.

His arms are safe, warm, and you want nothing more than to melt in his embrace and never again come out.

It takes a few moments more, but you pull away, your cheeks burning as Shouto tells you that it’s okay. There is no reason to be embarrassed.

“Well,” Shouto stands finally, the daisy chains now completed. “I have a date to prepare for.” His smile is warm as it is loving.

You roll your eyes playfully as you nudge him, “Go get ready. I’ll see you later?”

“Of course.”

As you watch him leave, you cough. Your chest feels tight as you stand up, going to use the restroom. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for that boy.

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The tarnished flowers in front of you made you tremble.

Broken flowers on the floor dead, ruined, forever unloved.

You weren’t able to stand up, your stance had you on your knees staring at the colored mess before you.

This couldn’t be happening.

Your fingers trembled as you tried to gather the flowers. The sticky substance from their broken stems is thick against your fingers as you tried to hold them.

Soft and quiet sobs wretched through your body. The desperation in your actions unbecoming as you pulled the flowers to your chest.

“Y/n?” Shouto asks from before you. Your head snaps up to see Shouto kneeling down, gathering the ruined flowers in his hands. “What happened? Who did this to you?” He asks you intently, curiously, and almost angrily.

“I-I wasn’t watching where I was going!” You stammer embarrassed. “I crashed into someone and I ruined your flowers.”

Shouto’s eyebrows relaxed, his eyes widening as he stares at you. “My flowers?”

You hesitate not daring to look up at him just yet, “Y-Yeah.” You whisper. “It’s been a hard few past months, you know that.”

Shouto nods his head, he did know that. Your breathing was still causing you issues and no one knew why.

“You’ve been amazing and sweet, and always there for me!” You explain further, the flowers now in your arms and in his. “I just… I just wanted to show you in a way that made sense to me that I appreciated everything you’ve been doing. I’m not good with words, but I’m great with flowers, so I just wanted to express that in a way that made me happy.”

Shouto’s eyes soften as he chuckles.

“I would have been okay with a simple thank you text.”

“But you’ve been doing too much for a text.” You laugh as he helps you stand up. “I don’t know how to cook cold soba, I also can’t really afford to buy anything expensive, so I figured you’d like some flowers! I mean, I know most don’t but I figured maybe because you like flowers a bit more it could be like… like an inside joke?”

Shouto nods his head as he softly rearranges your hair. His strong fingers pushing your hair into place, careful not to tangle your locks. Your heart rate is high as his fingers stroke your face.

“Well, even though it’s ruined, can I try to see if I understand the message?” He asks you staring at the different arrangements of flowers in the two of your arms.

“Have at it.” You mumble drunk off of his touch.

Shouto stares intently at the different flowers. His cheeks puffing out as the two of you stare at each flower.

“If I’m being honest,” Shouto chuckles. “I don’t actually know how these flowers look like.”

The grin that overcomes your features at that confession makes you forget that you had once been sad.

“Yellow tulip?” You say presenting the flower.

“There’s sunshine in your smile.” Shouto chuckles.

“Sweet pea’s?”

“Thank you for your time.”

“Bells of Ireland?”

“Good luck.”

“You got them!” You praise with a grin. Shouto’s cheeks burn red as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I told you I was…” He mumbles. “I’m glad that I was able to remember all those. There are so many flowers?”

“Oh, I know!” You laugh clutching the flowers closer to you.

“But what about those two flowers you didn’t mention?”

Your eyes fall on the flowers you had been trying to hide.

“Oh, those were put by accident into the bouquet!” You laugh.

“I want to try to give you their meanings though.”

You shake your head insistently. The center of your world paused, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Another day then?”

You nod your head, looking away.

“Can… can I give you a hug right now?” Shouto askes you. “You look like you need one.”

A weak nod is all you can offer Shouto as his arms wrap around you. The different scents of the flowers between you have suddenly stopped smelling. All you can breathe in was the cologne that Shouto uses. Overwhelming and invading, you feel yourself collapsing into his hold as the two of you stand in the middle of the school’s hallway.

“You ready to go?” Shouto asks.

With tears brimming at your eyes you nod your head. “P-Please?”

But he doesn’t notice when you pick a flower petal out of your mouth.

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You were feeling dizzy today. Your body curled into the couch as you watched your classmates struggle to make you feel better.

“You’re a fucking idiot for letting things get this far!” Bakugou yells at you as he slams a tray of food over your lap.

“Don’t yell at her!” Kirishima intervenes, pushing the hot head away from you as he hands you a cup of juice. “You’re fine, y/l/n-chan, but… I think you need to tell him.”

“I can’t tell Shouto…” You mumble as you stare at the food. It looked so delicious, but you knew better than to eat like this. Everything you had been consuming had been immediately thrown up.

Mina shakes her head from beside you, she had a bag for any throw-up, and a box of tissues ready. “Telling Todoroki isn’t going to do anything for her…”

“You don’t know that!” Uraraka interjects. Her face screaming her concern, her permanent blush seemed to be a bit weaker today.

Your hands tremble as you push the tray away from you. “He’s right…” You mutter as you stand up. “I need to tell him…”

“That is not happening.” Came four different voices.

Your chest is tight and heavy and you’re on your feet.

There is so much happening around you, hands grabbing onto your body, trying to get you to stay. There is nothing happening within you, just a power telling you that you needed to talk to Shouto. The reality was that you shouldn’t have won your seven classmates trying to keep you down in the common space. But somehow you persevered pushing through and getting to the top floor.

Your heart hammered in your head, your body feeling weak and shaky as you knocked on his door.

It took only ten seconds until the door was opened, and there stood Shouto.

A white button-down, navy blue slacks, and a black-tie around his neck.

“Y/n?” He asks taken aback, his eyes wide at your physical appearance.

“W-What are you doing?” You ask, your cheeks hot with your sickness.

“I’m finishing getting ready to go out.” He says as he pushes his hair back. “Are you feeling okay?”

Your breathing stopped as you stared at him, what you needed to tell him no longer there as your mouth opened.

“I lied to you.”

Shouto’s eyes narrowed in confusion, “About what?”

“The flowers.”

“What—?”

“White carnations… from the day you caught me coming back from home. T-They also mean pure love. Daisies they also mean loyal love! And the two flowers you saw just l-last week… those are… they’re—”

“Todoroki-kun, are you — oh! Y/l/n-chan I didn’t see you!”

Your body stiffens as you turn to see Momo dressed up in one of her prettiest outfits. A navy blue formal dress that somehow accentuated her curves and made her even more beautiful.

“Yaomomo.” You greeted with a smile. You felt ugly, out of place, a weak girl crying to a man who wasn’t hers. Seeking attention and comfort from a man who would never be hers. “Are you guys going out on a date tonight?”

“Yes! My family is hosting a lavish dinner, and I figured it was time Todoroki-kun met my family!”

Your heart shattered as you pretended to be happy. “C-Congratulations! This is a really big step!” You try to express your elation, but it feels flat.

“I’m ready though, Momo,” Shouto says softly to his girlfriend. “Y/n was just telling me the actual meanings to the flowers.”

“Oh yes, Shouto told me all about how you’ve been helping him with the flowers! You have amazing taste!” Momo gushes as you shake your head looking down.

“I-It’s nothing…” You glance back at Shouto who looked at you, waiting for the rest of the information. “Um, I’ll tell you when you get back? I don’t want to make you late…”

“You sure?”

“Positive…”

“Okay…”

You watched as they walked away, Shouto’s arm wrapping around Momo’s waist as he brings her in close. His lips pressing against hers.

It’s no use.

Your heart hurts too much.

Your lungs giving out as you take off running. You rushed past them, their concerned voices unheard as you slam into your room.

Your head is over the toilet as you pant heavily, a thick wad of something traveling up your throat. Heave after heave, until something splatters into the toilet.

The first flower: a red carnation.

My heart aches for you.

Admiration.

Whimpering cries escape your lips as red petals fly from your mouth. The clear toilet water turning red as blood splattered from your mouth.

It hurts.

It hurts.

It burns.

You admire Shouto, your heart aches for him, but he isn’t yours to have.

Another flower is stuck in your throat before it too tumbles out into the toilet before you.

The second flower: a striped carnation.

No.

Refusal.

Sorry, I can’t be with you.

I wish I could be with you.

Shouto didn’t love you. He denied you long before, a wordless rejection when he told you he had asked Momo out that one night. His eyes told you he was sorry he couldn’t be with you as he had been fighting his own feelings for you, but Momo was safe. Momo made him happy. You wished you had gathered the courage to tell him of your own feelings. You wished you could be with you, you wanted to be with him.

Your body would not stop shaking as striped petals fell mockingly slow into the toilet. Breezing and sweet.

A mockery to the love you held for him.

The one-sided feelings that were to never be reciprocated.

Then the third flower was beginning to make it’s way up, and you stilled.

The doctors said months ago that by the time the third unique flower had come it would be too late.

You didn’t want surgery.

You didn’t want to lose your emotions or memories of Shouto. Not when he made your heart soar. Not when he was everything.

You didn’t want to die.

But nothing was working.

The banging on your door started as soon as you began heaving it up.

The flower strangling you as you tried to breathe.

The flower you had wondered about for the past seven months almost refusing to come out. It stayed until your door was exploded from the hinges.

It expelled from your mouth as you stopped breathing. Your body collapsing as blood streamed from your mouth. Yells falling deaf in your ears as some screamed to call the ambulance. But your eyes focused on the flower that laid mockingly on your chest.

Beautiful, pristine, and unaffected.

A primrose.

The world was quickly turning dark as you mumbled Shouto’s name. Strong arms lifting your dying body as your eyes drifted to the heterochromia eyed boy who now held you. His neck strained as he yelled orders, his eyes snapping back down to yours as he began moving.

His eyes were wide, shocked, scared.

“I love you…” You whisper as your body felt light. “I can’t live without you… and I’m so so sorry Shouto...”

“Y/N!”

[nekokuto]

Flower Crowns

It’s my favorite boy’s birthday! Bokuto is the absolute love of my life and the sunshine of my daaaaaaaaaays. Here’s a drabble of him being absolutely adorable. @bokutoshairbleach helped me with this because they are AWESOME 

The sun shone high and warm in the sky. Fat, puffy white clouds decorated the otherwise bright blue expanse above the park. It was a truly wonderful way to spend a Saturday. 

And Bokuto was enjoying this beautiful day with Akaashi. It was spring, and flowers bloomed all around them. Birds happily twittered in trees, flitting about, landing to hop on the grass before taking off once more. 

Nearby, children played and laughed, adults spoke with one another, and Bokuto voiced his disbelief and frustration while Akaashi laid next to him, eyes closed and body relaxed, enjoying the sunshine.

“Dammit!” he hissed, fingers fumbling with two thin wildflower stems. Picked flowers were littered all around them- white, yellow, pink, and purple varieties among them. They were partially responsible for the day’s beauty, and fully responsible for Bokuto’s frustration. 

“I don’t think you’re actually supposed to tie them together,” Akaashi commented, turning his head and opening one eye to view what his boyfriend was doing. 

“Then how are they supposed to chain together!?” Bokuto huffed. “This is impossible!” 

“You know no one is actually forcing you to make one, right?” Akaashi asked, quirking his brow. 

Color flooded Bokuto’s cheeks. Yeah, he knew that. But he didn’t want to give up. He wanted to learn how… especially because he couldn’t help but think about how cute Akaashi would look with a flower crown in his dark waves. But he wasn’t about to say that.

“Yeah,” replied the ace, and before his hair could become droopy, a very small shadow covered the flowers in his lap, causing him to look up. 

A girl was standing in front of him. She looked to be around 7 years old. Her hair was messy, cut to her chin, and haphazardly pushed behind her ears. She had some dirt on her nose, clearly a result of enjoying the day in the park. She wore an anime t-shirt with green leggings, and socks that did not match. Bokuto immediately was fond of this child. 

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Yua. Can I show you how to make a daisy chain?” 

At the sound of a small child’s voice, Akaashi sat up quickly, looking around for an adult to go with the small voice. He was worried for a moment before his eyes found a young woman, standing a few feet away. Around this woman’s wrists and in her hands were daisy chains, presumably made by the little girl, Yua, who was offering to help Bokuto. 

“She wanted to help your friend,” the woman explained to Akaashi. 

Bokuto, meanwhile, couldn’t contain his excitement. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” he laughed excitedly. “I’m Bokuto. It would be so cool if you could show me!” 

Yua sat in the grass next to him and took two daisies. Bokuto watched with rapt attention. The girl pressed her fingernail through one of the stems, about two inches from the flower, and pulled her fingernail away when it had gone all the way through. Then, to Bokuto’s astonishment, she slid the second daisy into the small slit she’d made in the first stem. The second daisy fit perfectly. 

“That’s all you have to do,” Yua explained. It was simple. She pressed her fingernail into the second daisy’s chain, making another slit, and sliding a third daisy down into it. 

“THAT’S AMAZING!” Bokuto exclaimed, his eyes alight with excitement. He sat up a little straighter, untangling the daisies he’d been messing with when Yua initially walked over. He repeated what he saw her do, and when the second daisy slid effortlessly into place, his entire being lit up even more, and he felt his heart hammering in his chest at the excitement.

“Look, Akaashi!” He squealed, turning to show his boyfriend. “Look! I’m chaining them!” 

And Akaashi, because his heart is not made of stone, smiled back. A blush tickled his cheeks. 

“I see that,” he praised, “I knew you could do it.” 

While Yua and Bokuto made their chains, they spoke. And it turned out, they had a few things in common. They both liked warm, sunny days. Seeing dogs made them immensely happy. Mochi was their most favorite dessert, and school wasn’t either of their favorite things- though Bokuto made sure to tell her how it was necessary. 

Soon, both daisy chains were complete, and Yua showed Bokuto how to tie it off and make it into a crown. It was all much easier than he ever thought it could be. 

“This one’s yours,” Yua said, sliding the crown she made onto his head, managing to avoid messing up his hair. Bokuto felt heat on his cheeks as he smiled. He moved to repay the favor and place the crown he made onto her head, but she shook her head before he could. “No,” her voice lowered, as if whispering a secret, “give it to your boyfriend, he would look pretty with one.” 

Bokuto grinned at her and nodded. “Yeah, I think he would too,” he said. 

“Yua, we’ve got to get home,” the woman said, taking a few steps forward. 

Akaashi smiled at her.

“Thanks for letting her help him out,” he said, inclining his head slightly. The woman smiled right back. 

“Yes, thank you!” Bokuto said, looking at the woman. Then he turned to Yua, giving her a big smile. “And thank you for teaching me! You are a wonderful teacher.” 

Yua stood, and she waved to them before scampering to the woman she was with. They held hands and began walking away. 

Now that they were alone, Bokuto put the crown he made on Akaashi’s head. “There!” he beamed, “Perfect!”