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summary: Margo goes to a shitty poetry slam and gets more out of it than she expects. wc: 4.9k warnings: alcohol consumption, and it's like very VERY lightly implied that they had an Adult Sleepover if you get my meaning. Nothing really too suggestive in here I promise. One singular reference to a tiktok. a/n: this took me a whole ass week but I'm very proud of where my writing style is going! somewhat inspired by the film 'Love Jones'. If you enjoyed this pls feel free to leave your thoughts or your favorite line if you have one! EDIT: OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO ADD: the first poem is actually taken from the Junior novel 'Miles Morales: Suspended' by Jason Reynolds! The poem at the end is mine though lmao I'm not the best poet

Margo can’t stand poetry.

Someone gets up in front of you with a piece of paper clutched in their hands, and recites what is simultaneously the most vague and the most painfully obvious string of fragmented sentences you’ve ever heard as if they’d just touched your soul.

It’s not rapping, not preaching, but the ugly middle child standing between them. Some odd bastardization of music for people who thought they were too smart for either of the first two, but weren't brave enough to just give speeches.

Speeches, at least, are coherent, specific, and can be scrutinized.

So far, sitting in the front row of the bar that her classmate Zoe had invited her to for poetry night, no one has changed her mind.

Tonight’s performances consisted of an assembly line of men (and a couple of women) in vintage sweaters ranting about their exes to the rhythm of bongo drums, or some mildly relevant social issue that none had the lexicon to really say anything in stanzas that hasn’t already been said. She had heard nothing yet that sounded much more profound than an Instagram post.

Although, one girl had come up and recited a short poem about her late mother that Margo thought was quite sweet, and the least tortuous to sit through.

The crowd erupted in snaps again for a poet with long braided dreads and an ankh tattoo whose words she had tuned out. The host took the mic and announced the final (thank god) participant:

“Now this next one I had to practically drag over here to get him to share his beautiful poetry with us tonight. Everyone, please give a warm welcome to one of my close friends and colleagues, Miles Morales!”

A lanky young man–Margo suspects about six feet even, given the way he’s towering over the host–awkwardly shuffles over to the center of the stage, offering the crowd a tight-lipped smile.

He’s in a plain green sweater with the sleeves hastily rolled up to his elbows and a bomber jacket tied around his waist. As soon as he’s handed the microphone, it seems to dawn on him that there’s no turning back, and his body visibly tenses.

He clearly just got here, and for once Margo doesn’t know what to expect.

Squinting beneath the bright spotlight, he clears his throat and speaks into the mic.

“Um, hi.”

A few scattered ‘hi’s from the crowd.

There’s something bright and sweet in the tone of his voice that makes him sound a little boyish, and she wonders what he could possibly have under his sleeve that warranted him getting dragged up here last minute.

He takes a deep breath.

“It’s said

That nobody

Is ever more

Than ten feet

From a spider.”

Miles began the poem carefully, like he was confessing something.

“They be everywhere you and me are.”

A few members of the crowd laugh, others shudder at the thought and frown.

“And even though

We see them only

When they big enough to see, or when

They move,

Like a cursor

Across the blank white

Page of a wall…”

His voice loses some of its airiness in exchange for confidence as he recites the rest of the poem, and Margo realizes that he isn’t reading off of anything.

Either he’s improvising, or he has it entirely memorized.

“Or when we trip

The web-like wire

Of a booby trap

Or when they

Fang our flesh

We should probably

Assume most

Just be right there…”

Miles paused and looked somewhere far beyond the crowd, lifting his arm to point to the back of the room. Then he repeated:

“Right there,

Right here,”

He gestures toward the front row, where his eyes land directly on Margo. It’s not so close to the stage that she can tell for sure, but she thinks she sees a hint of a smile cross his lips.

“Looking at us,

Looking over them.”

Silence.

His arm falls limply to his side as his eyes frantically scan the audience, searching for some kind of response.

Then, someone begins to clap. Then another. Then another. WIthin moments, the entire room erupts in applause, causing a shy smile to spread across the young man’s face.

“Uh, thank you!” he says, surprised at the positive reception, before shrinking into himself again and leaving the stage the same way he came.

The host returns and takes the mic from him.

“Miles Morales, everybody!”

After the poetry slam, Margo insisted that Zoe take her to the sushi place across the street. It had a bar sitting off to the side, one with significantly less poets. The decorative lights hung directly above the shelf filled with glass bottles and shrouded them in cherry red.

Zoe takes a sip of her sherry and leans in.

“Sooo, how was it?”

“It was a’ight.”

The light-skinned girl’s lips pull into a pout. “Seriously?”

“Hey, I told you poetry wasn’t my thing,” Margo pauses, then amends, “I liked the last guy, though. Breath of fuckin’ fresh air.”

“Right? His style really caught my attention, subtle.”

“Glad you liked it.”

Zoe’s eyes widened as she glanced just beyond Margo’s shoulder.

When Margo turned towards the familiar voice and froze.

The poet in question was standing just inches away, a friendly smile gracing his features. His jacket is no longer around his waist, neatly folded over his arm like an expensive coat. He is with the excitable darker-skinned man who’d just hosted the event, and a man the shade of sandalwood standing just behind him.

They’re both wearing the same type of muted cardigan as Miles, but they’ve got actual coats.

“Y’all were in the front, right?” Miles asks the both of them, though he’s only looking at Margo.

She nods wordlessly. Zoe picks up the slack.

“M-hm, you were great up there! You’ve really never shown anyone your work ‘till tonight?”

Miles snorts at the wording of the phrase. ‘His work’.

“I wrote that poem in high school,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Wasn’t supposed to be anything serious, but my roommate…”

He gives the dark-skinned man a dirty look.

“...swiped my journal and found it. Told me I should read it out loud somewhere.”

Margo examines Miles’ face and imagines him as a baby-faced high-schooler, sitting in the back of the classroom with a protective arm around the beat-up red composition notebook he’s writing in. He stuffs it in his bag as soon as he’s done, because he has just poured his heart out onto that page, and his crush’s name is in there. Maybe there are tiny doodles of her in the margins.

“Yo,” the sandalwood-colored man claps Miles on the shoulder. “We about to hit up Tiff’s place, you coming?”

“Yeah, in a minute,” Miles nods dismissively. “I’ll catch up with y’all.”

The two other men give each other a knowing look before brushing past him.

“Alright man, catch you later then.”

Once she finally regains the ability to speak, Margo remarks, “You were the only performance I really liked, if I’m being honest.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yeah, this one hates poetry,” Zoe places a hand on Margo’s shoulder and laughs. “Tried to change her mind by bringing her over here, but no dice.”

Miles raised an eyebrow. “What made mine so different?”

“Hm, I dunno…” Margo’s eyes float over his form before making their way back up to his face. “Your delivery, I guess.”

Safe to say, he looks amusedly unconvinced.

“My…delivery.”

She catches herself and quickly adds, “I-I mean, it also kinda felt like everyone else was trying too hard. So.”

He tilts his head at the remark.

“Are you just saying that to flatter me?”

.“I don’t flatter people. Too close to lying.”

“That sounds like half a poem already. Maybe you should go up there next week.”

She gives him a lopsided smile.

“Only if you’re there. I need something to actually look forward to.”

His tongue darts out and passes over his lips.

“What’s your name?”

“Margo.”

Miles hums, softly repeating the name before inching his way over to the counter where he leans his hip on it.

“Pretty. Can I buy you a drink, Margo?”

She doesn’t think her name is all that pretty, but he makes it sound that way.

“Knock yourself out.”

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Zoe teases as she rises from her seat. “I’m gonna go order us some sushi.”

Miles takes the stool to Margo’s left as he waits on their drinks, his long legs never needing to leave the ground to do so.

He has a funny way of sitting, hands folded neatly in front of him with his back just a few degrees off from being perfectly straight. As if you needed to look distinguished at a sushi bar.

Church boy, Margo guessed. That, or his daddy’s a military man.

It’s adorable either way.

“You in school?” she asked.

“Yup. Princeton.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Oh shit, me too! I’ve never seen you on campus, though. What’s your major?”

“Physics. You?”

“Comp Sci. Been coding since I was in middle school, so…”

Margo remembers the echoing ‘click-clack’ of her keyboard as she sat in an empty computer lab for hours on end after school because she preferred it to her parents’ house.

The bartender hands Miles two glasses of white wine, and he sets the second glass in front of Margo, his warm eyes still focused on her.

She’s intrigued by how clear they are - no trace of suspicion or calculation behind them. Just the warmth.

“So, where you from? My folks are over in Brooklyn.”

“Georgia.”

Miles’ brows jump to his hairline.

“Damn. What brought you all the way up here?”

To get as far away as possible.

“Well, it’s Princeton,” she says beneath a forced laugh.

“Yeah, but you got, like, eight different HBCUs over there. How’d Princeton win you over?”

Margo breaks eye contact to stare into her drink.

“Needed a change of pace.”

When she looks up to gauge Miles’ reaction, skepticism is written all over his face. But he doesn’t push it further.

“That’s fair. Princeton’s got a cutting-edge quantum physics program that I’m aiming for. Had to beg my parents to come here,” he grins proudly, “but here I am.”

Margo is silent for a moment.

“Can I tell you something?” she asks suddenly, beckoning Miles to lean in.

“Yeah?”

Grinning, she half-whispers, “I’m actually here on a scholarship.”

He gives her an odd look.

“Why’d you say it like that? Nothin’ wrong with getting a full ride. The opposite, actually.”

“Some people might feel otherwise. You’re like, the second person I’ve told other than my parents.”

“And why me?” Miles chuckles. “My poetry was just that good?”

“I just…Hm.”

Margo leans back and takes a contemplative sip of her wine, watching him over the rim of her glass.

Why did she just tell him that?

“I guess I just sorta felt like telling you.”

Margo cautiously sets the wine back down. She figures if she’s not careful, he’ll have her full government name and social security number by the end of the night.

“Y’know, I actually get that a lot,” Miles laughs. “One time, I had this lady I was standing in line with at Target turn around and just start telling me stories about her dead son and how much she misses him. And it’s like, I’m sorry for your loss, but we’re in Target right now and I literally do not know you.”

“Wait, people just go up to you and…tell you shit?”

“Yup. There was this other time at church, too. Just as service ends and I’m about to get up and leave, this short old dude–Dominican, I think–stops me and starts telling me about his entire life. I’m talking start to finish! Apparently I reminded him of his nephew that died in the military or something.”

“Jesus.”

A crease forms between Margo’s brows. She wishes she could say she didn’t understand the old man at church or the lady at Target, but she does. No, it’s not the poetry. It’s got nothing to do with words.

It’s the way that Miles looks at people.

Like he already knows all of your secrets, but you’re not worried because they’re safe with him, so might as well tell them. It’s a merciful sort of gaze; you get the impression that he won’t judge you. You might even tell him more after his friendly ‘boy-next-door’ voice coaxes them out of you. The thought unsettles her because she had done just that.

“You ever had a girlfriend before?” She asks, all of a sudden.

Miles shrugs, “Yeah, in tenth grade, then again freshman year. Didn’t really work out.”

“Why not?”

His brows furrow gently for just a second, as if he’s still trying to figure out the answer to that.

“I…don’t know, actually. It goes well the first few months and then…”

“It fizzles out?”

“I get ghosted. Something about how they’re ‘not ready’. Understandable, I guess, but you don’t have to ghost me, y’know?”

He awkwardly examines his fingers, then his glass.

Margo feels a bit guilty for suddenly bringing up his exes when they’d just met. Would they end up the same way? She saw herself there too, being in a relationship for six months before his weird pastor’s eyes get to be a bit too much and she takes off.

“Yikes, sorry I asked.”

“It’s no problem,” a smile starts to return to his face. “Onto better things, right?”

“Right.”

“And you?”

“Huh?”

“You ever been in a relationship before?”

Margo smiles awkwardly and messes with one of her fingernails.

“Well…not exactly.”

Miles’ eyes widen.

“Never?”

“I mean, guys offer, and then we talk for a little bit, but then…”

“They flake out on you.”

“Pretty much.”

“Damn shame,” he says with a bit of sharpness to his voice. “Not even a first date?”

“Nope, just ‘Read at 4:15’.”

“You know what I think it is?”

Just as he asks this, his knee brushes against her thigh. Margo isn’t sure if it’s an accident, but it distracts her nonetheless.

“What?”

“You’re too smart for them, I can tell. It scares ‘em.” But it doesn’t scare me, is the suggestion.

He smiles then, the kind that shows the whiteness of his teeth on every vowel. It’s wide enough that a dimple comes out of hiding on his left cheek, and she suddenly wants to tell him everything again. She takes another sip of wine.

“So! What’d I miss?”

Zoe finally returns from ordering their sushi at the front with an expectant grin. Miles still hasn’t taken his eyes off of her friend, while she is staring at him like a string of code, which, if you know Margo, is better than nothing.

“You didn’t miss much,” says Margo. “We were just talkin’ about our majors. School stuff.”

Miles checks his phone and lets out a low whistle.

“Well, it was lovely meeting y’all, but I gotta bounce. After getting dragged onstage, I get to be dragged over to a house party, too.”

Just as he rises from his seat, he stops and points at her.

“Before I go, though, d’you mind giving me your digits? I’d love to talk about, uh…computer science…over lunch.”

She snorts, “Who still says ‘digits’?” but hands him her phone anyway.

It couldn’t hurt to try.

“Sure.”

His eyes light up as if he wasn’t expecting her to say yes as he saves his number as ‘poetry slam guy’ in her phone, then hands it back.

“Cool,” Miles begins his walk towards the entrance backwards, holding eye contact for just a little longer before turning around. “G’night!”

“Goodnight!” the two women call out in unison as he leaves.

Margo looks to her left at the now-empty bar stool. The glass of wine Miles left on the counter is full, completely untouched.

It’s still on her mind as she's sitting in her single dorm room, re-writing her lecture notes on cyber security in a meticulous neat print that could almost pass for a font.

Every few minutes her pen stops because she’s distracted by the sound of clinking glass in boxes downstairs, or because she pauses to stare at the white wall in front of her that brings to mind one of the lines of Miles’ poem.

There might be a spider that I can’t see sitting ten feet away from me right this second, she muses to herself. The thought gives her an idea, and the perfect excuse to call him without seeming too desperate.

Margo unlocks her phone and scrolls through her contacts. She smiles to herself at the contact name Miles chose. Did he think she’d forget his name that easily?

His voice soon filters through the speaker.

“Hey, you didn’t throw out my number!”

“Yup, lucky you.” she replies. “I wanted to ask you a question? About your poem the other night.”

“What about it?”

“See, I was thinking about that first line. Are we really never more than ten feet away from a spider? Like, at any given moment?”

There’s a moment of silence from Miles before he asks:

“You…called me just to ask me that?”

“What? It’s a very pressing issue! There’s probably one in the corner of my room as we speak!”

“Alright, I’ll humor you,” Miles laughs. “That’s actually a myth from the 90s. Your distance from the nearest spider really depends on where you’re at, so if you’re in a spot with hella bugs, you’re more likely to see one. You’re probably fine.”

“Now wait just a minute!” Margo gasps dramatically. “So you lied to all those poor folks in there?”

“Sure did. Played ‘em all like a fiddle.”

“Terrible.”

“So, why’d you really call? You don’t sound as concerned about spiders as you say you are, if I’m being honest.”

So much for an excuse.

“Don’t nothing get past you, huh?”

This earns a burst of laughter from Miles’ end.

“You’re a worse liar than me, I wouldn’t recommend making it a habit.”

“Ugh, fine,” Margo admits, “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“You could hear my voice in real life, you know. Offer’s still on the table, and I’m free today.”

Their second conversation, and already a lunch date? But as she’s reminded of what his voice sounds like, she quickly realizes that just the voice is not enough.

Still, she tries to sound casual and makes a non-committal noise.

“Better than being cooped up in my room all day.”

“Great! Where you wanna go?”

Margo shrugs as if he can see her on the other end.

“Wherever you wanna go.”

“Ah, the ‘wherever you wanna go’ paradox,” he chuckles. “Okay, well–lemme ask you this then. Do you like eating with or without music?”

There’s a beat of silence as she considers.

“Hm…is the music good?”

“I’d never subject anyone to a place that plays shit music. Promise.”

“Music, then.”

“Cool, what time works for you?”

“How does two sound? I’ll catch you in front of the Engineering Library.”

“Bet. See you in an hour, then!”

The place Miles chose had a live band playing at the front.

A bass player, a keyboard pianist, a saxophonist, and a few background vocalists on occasion. All are propelled forward by the rapid-fire snare of the drummer. It’s jazz - the easy, conversational kind you hear in the background of 90s romantic comedies where the love interest wears nothing but dark lip liner and filled-in brows with a bit of smokey eyeshadow in the crease.

This is the look that Margo has decided to go for as she sits across from Miles at a mahogany table positioned ideally by the window.

It was all she could do other than frantically adjust the braided 'fro-hawk sitting atop her head and spin around in a mist of ‘Champagne Toast’ before bolting out the door.

She doubts he can even smell it right now through the curry and garlic.

“Figured out what you want yet?” Miles asks as he looks over his menu at Margo.

“Eh, I dunno,” she replies, running her index finger down her own menu. “I’m tryin’ not to blow half my paycheck on pasta right now.”

Miles gives her a strange look, then it clicks.

“Oh! Lunch is on me,” he laughs. “Your bank account’s safe for now.”

Her head snaps up.

“You should’ve mentioned that! I thought we were going half and half this whole time, I had my whole budget for the week planned out.”

Margo has to hold back an ugly cackle at the look of horror on Miles’ face right after she says this.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.”

With this new information in mind, she orders a bowl of chicken alfredo with a glass of lemonade that she sips on as the band seamlessly transitions into a cover of Solange’s ‘Cranes in the Sky’.

“So, Margo,” Miles rests his chin on his knuckles and squints his eyes comically.

“If that is your real name.”

Margo giggles, and plays along.

“It’s not, it’s my alter-ego for when I go on top-secret missions.”

“Is it short for something? Or just Margo?”

“Hm,” she puts on an affected, ‘action movie’ voice, “If I tell you, I might have to kill you.”

“It’s worse ways to die out there.”

Margo looks around her as if to make sure no one’s listening, then leans in.

“It’s short for Marguerite.”

Miles snaps his fingers.

“I knew it!”

“What? You think I look like a Marguerite? Seriously?”

“No, but you got a lil’ country twang in your voice. Ain’t no way in hell Margo wasn’t short for something.”

“Man, alright,” she laughed.

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that,” he winked, “I like ‘em country.”

“Boy, don’t give me that! You look like you’d pass out at the sight of a jar of pig’s feet.”

“Hey now, I got family in South Carolina. I used to go down there and see about ten of those every summer.”

“Fine, but you were still raised a Northerner. I could hear the Brooklyn from a mile away.”

Miles removed his hand from under his chin to clutch his chest.

“Ugh, I feel like I’m caught between two worlds!”

The reference to one of the more choice lines from the poetry slam makes Margo snort and let out a loud guffaw, which she quickly muffles with the palm of her hand.

“Why would you remind me of that!”

Miles is soon infected by the fit of laughter and has to put all his strength into not doubling over at the table and drawing attention.

“This nigga said,” he wheezed, “ ‘I keep doing the Achy Breaky to Suavemente!’ “

“I thought I was the only one who thought that shit sucked,” Margo sighed as she wiped a tear from her eye. “But I didn’t wanna be mean ‘cuz I’m not like, half Puerto Rican, or anything like that.”

“Well I am, and that whole poem felt like a microaggression. And I knew that guy!” He starts gesturing wildly with his hands at the outrage, which Margo finds hilarious.

“He's like, one-eighth Boricua. His last name is fuckin’ Schwartz!” Miles scoffs, “He don’t know shit about no damn ‘Suavemente’. Bet he looked it up.”

“You should write your own poem, then. ‘Take up space’, as they say.”

“Hell no,” he said. “I left that behind in high school. The other night was an exception, remember?”

“Look, I’m not one to encourage more people to become poets, but you never know. Something might inspire you.”

Miles calms down and gives her a meaningful look.

“Maybe.”

The rest of the conversation saw Miles slyly gathering intel through bites of roasted chicken. He’d quickly learned from their meeting at the bar that his line of questioning with Margo ought to be less direct.

He even hit her with the ‘what’s your sign’ question, though Biggie would’ve advised against it (Margo was a Libra, he was a Leo). He didn’t actually care for astrology, but Margo wasted no time in proclaiming that she couldn’t stand Scorpios because they were ‘too nosy’.

Miles’ only error was asking if she’d ever dated–correction–spoken to one, and her eyes hardened with suspicion again. He quickly elected to change the subject.

“Okay, totally random question, but humor me. How do you like your eggs?”

Margo blinks twice.

“What?”

“You heard me. You can tell a lot about a person by what kinda eggs they like, true shit.”

“Alright, fine. I like ‘em fried, with the crispy edges. What that say about me?”

“I dunno, but when I find out it’ll all make sense.”

Margo laughs.

“Okay, well, how do you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled, fluffy,” A childish grin spread across Miles’ lips. “And seasoned with Adobo to make ‘em all orange.”

“Never had ‘em like that before.”

“Maybe I could make some for you sometime, if you’d let me.”

“Maybe.”

She remembers his promise a month later when she wakes up to the aroma of the seasoning and hears the pop of frying oil, letting out a sigh of relief at the realization that Miles is still there.

His back is facing her when she enters the kitchen, the morning light illuminating a tattoo she had never seen before.

It’s a spider with sprawling legs that cascade all the way down the expanse of skin, the movement of his shoulder blades bringing them partially to life. She hadn’t noticed it in the dark, and he was not one to walk around in anything revealing enough for it to have ever seen daylight. It’s faded, which means he’s likely had it for years.

He’s only twenty-one, she thinks. Did he get it in high school?

Amusement creeps onto Margo’s face at the image of Miles sneaking around the house, darting in and out of the bathroom to clean it without his hawk-eyed mother or straight-edged father taking notice. Picturing this, it’s suddenly much easier to believe that their son would have to beg and plead for them to send him a measly forty-six miles away for school, even for an Ivy League.

Miles doesn’t turn around yet, but Margo catches the way he stops, tilting his head playfully and placing a hand on his hip.

“Man, I can’t believe I’mma have to eat this whole thing of scrambled eggs all by myself, with the ones I just fried! How sad.” “You’re not very funny,” Margo says with a smile, pulling out a chair from beneath the dining table.

He switches the stove off, then does a dramatic spin to face her with fake surprise on his face.

“Oh! Where’d you come from? I didn’t see you there.”

He turns back around to grab two plates–ceramic ones, not the stack of styrofoam ones–from one of the cupboards to serve the eggs in, starting with fried.

Margo watches him silently. The tiny, squint-or-you-might-miss-it gold chain around his neck catches the light as he moves, and she remembers feeling the cold metal brush across her lips.

“The fried ones, are they–”

“Crispy at the edges?” he finishes, with a smile in his voice. “Yes ma’am!”

“You could really be a detective, can’t get nothing past you.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“See?”

The two burst into laughter, and the ink on Miles’ back does also. His poem was accurate, in a way. For the past five weeks, Margo has been no more than ten feet away from a spider.

They have a brief and quiet breakfast, wherein Margo finally asks to try the scrambled eggs and is delighted by the burst of flavor added by the Adobo. They aren’t too dry or too soggy the way they tend to be in restaurants - just fluffy, as promised. She thinks it might be time to finally start taking Miles at his word as she watches his back again while he’s washing dishes.

Once he is fully dressed and about to leave, Miles stops suddenly, as if he’s forgotten something. He reaches into the left pocket of his jacket and pulls out a neatly-folded sheet of paper, nervously running his other hand through the short dreads sitting atop his head.

“Before I leave, I, uh…I took your advice and wrote a lil’ something.”

He hands it to Margo, who takes it gingerly.

“Well, good for you.”

“It’s been a while, so it’s kinda rough, but hopefully the sentiment is there.”

Miles plants a quick kiss on her cheek, and she smiles easily for once as opposed to the usual raised eyebrow.

“I’ll be sure to let you know if it is.”

Some time after he leaves, she finally sits down to read it while sipping on a cup of tea, because coffee wreaks havoc on her nerves. His handwriting is strange, overly graphic as if it’s the title card of a cartoon, but she reads it.

I know you don't like poetry

but you said you liked mine,

and the way you sip your wine

has set my pen to paper,

so I hope

you'll make another exception.

You've already claimed

half of my sketchbook

because I just can't get your eyes right.

I always make ‘em too soft,

or too round.

They don't pierce through me,

like they did when

you stared at me over your glass,

eyes narrowed.

When you search my face

and pick me apart,

I'd like to know what it is

you're always searching for.

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theredengineapologist · 8 months

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From the ttte movies you seen, whats your fav?

✨THE GREAT RACE✨

The Great Race is THE BEST ONE! I may not have seen most of the other movies yet, but I'm very sure NOTHING is ever gonna beat this movie for me.

You're telling me they made a Thomas movie centered around what is basically a Train Pageant (tm) AND they made it a MUSICAL!!??? Hell yeah! Sign me up!

But then you actually get in to the movie and it gets even better.

EVERY SONG IS A BOP! EVERY! 👏 SINGLE! 👏ONE! 👏 THERE WAS NOT A SINGLE MISS IN THIS MOVIE! I don't know what they were on, but they were pumping out JAM after JAM!

Secondly, I think the Great Railway Show was a great way to introduce more foreign engines into the show in a way that made sense. Pity that we didn't really get to see much of them. But I also feel like we didn't really need to. I mainly just liked that we got to SEE them.

One of the things I LOVE about Brenner Era CGI Thomas is how the world of Sodor feels so much bigger. In the model series I get this sense that the Island of Sodor is this quaint little English countryside island where nothing much happens, and the engine's shenanigans are the most interesting things to happen in day-to-day life. Whereas I feel like in Brenner Era CGI Thomas, the world feels much grander. Still very much an English countryside island. But the island itself feels much bigger. The engines and the people living on it feel much busier. And in some ways I would say the cast itself feels more diverse once they gave the characters unique voices. I'm a sucker for shows that allow their characters to speak in different dialects, and giving Duck his West Country accent and the narrow gauge engines Welsch accents honestly endeared them to me more.

Anyway, main point I'm trying to get at is that the introduction of The Great Railway Show helped to expand the Thomas universe and show the rest of the world interacting with Sodor and vice-versa, even if only for a short period of time. It adds to the grandness of the world.

I also really like Thomas's arc in this movie. With how often he gets picked on for being a "little engine" over the course of the series, it's no wonder the guy's a little self conscious. If the narrator called me "short and stumpy" three times in a row I'd be pretty self-conscious too lol. But jokes aside, I did like seeing Thomas have conflict with this part of his identity. His verses in "You Can Only Be You" really made me feel for him, and I loved being able to see him finally come around at the end.

And of course, we can't talk about The Great Race without mentioning

HOW PRETTY JAMES'S DECORATIVE PAINTWORK IS!!!

LOOK AT HIM! LOOK AT MY PRETTY BOY! GAZE UPON HIS BEAUTY AND HIS SPLENDIDNESS!!!

And you know what? I'm gonna say it. James deserved to win Best Decorated Engine. Sorry not sorry RAJIV! But they don't call me the Red Engine Apologist for nothing! My pookie deserved to win!

One of these days I've got to do humanized versions of James's and Emily's looks from this movie. I can see it very clearly in my head but I also want to, um, draw other characters HAHAHAHA

Anyway, TLDR, The Great Race was an amazing movie with a killer soundtrack, great story, and a concept that appeals to ME SPECIFICALLY. I also genuinely think it would adapt very well into a stage musical (similar in visual style to the Spongebob musical). I have a clear vision in my head for what it would look like but unfortunately I don't have the money nor resources to make it a reality so it would just stay in my head. But just know that every time I watch this movie I am actively thinking about how I would hypothetically adapt this to the stage.

I''ve spent WAY too much time rambling about The Great Race but yeah, there's your answer.

Also if you're curious, here's every Thomas movie I've watched so far ranked from favorite to least favorite.

The Great Race (obviously)

Sodor's Legend of the Lost Treasure (Thomas had a great arc in this one, "Never Overlook a Little Engine" was fun, and visuals are spectacular. Solid movie but it can't beat the campiness of The Great Race)

The Adventure Begins (Solid movie. The other two are just more fun imo)

Tale of the Brave (It was a good movie and I probably would have appreciated it more if I watched it in High Quality. But unfortunately I can't stand Kerry Shale James and so I chose to watch a grainy upload on YouTube instead.)

Journey Beyond Sodor (I'm sorry to my one mutual (you know who you are) who said this was their favorite movie. But unfortunately, in my opinion, the songs do not slap as hard as in The Great Race)

#ttte #thomas and friends #the great race #thomas the tank engine #ttte james #ask answered #ttte episode review #ttte movie review #ttte first impressions #on today's episode of “thinking too hard about trains”...#redengineposts

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Princess Betrothed

Chapter 1

Turning around, you look sadly at Nejire. You can tell by the look on her face that she is sorry about everything that is going on but you can't help but be disappointed in her compliance with the situation. You thought she would have your back the most out of anyone in the court. She’s your brother’s wife, yes, but most importantly, she is your sister and has watched you grow up and knows you almost as well as you know yourself.

“I’m going to be with people who actually care about my feelings and don’t think I’m childish.” You leave in a hurry, slamming the door to your room behind you.

As you walk down the long hallway, you mumble to yourself,“If I was Tsu and Denks, where would I be?” You sigh, noticing the family portraits hung on the wall. Each one is a different couple–Mirio and Nejire, your mom and father–going all the way back to your great-great-grandparents. It feels like a cruel joke, even though they have been there forever. Now you were expected to have a portrait hung there soon.

You see a few servants hustling down the hall and you nod hello to them. “Good morning, Princess,” they say with a small bow. The smell of fresh linen and cleaning supplies float in the air and you notice the two carts they drag behind them are filled to the brim. Much more than what was needed to change the sheets in your room and the King’s Chamber.

“Why so much?” you ask them, nodding at the sheets, and a few giggle at your confusion. The oldest one in the group steps forward. Her face lights up at the chance to tell you the news. You’ve forgotten her name, but you know she’s been working in the castle almost as long as Tsuyu and Denki.

“King Mirio has asked us to prepare rooms in the family hall for your suitors, Princess! He says that having them so close will make it easier for you to fall in love. Isn’t that great?” she beams.

Your mouth drops open in awe at what she says and the rest of the servants giggle behind her. Clearly, they’re enjoying the drama that is unfolding in your life.

“Hell no! Bullshit! There will be no suitors. I don’t care what Mirio says!” you screech and you can see some of the girls visibly wince at your volume. “God, I need to find Tsu and get out of the castle. Do you know where she is?”

The head servant hesitates before finally answering, “She was assigned to the garden and pond this week to get it ready for a picnic with your, um, guests?”

You roll your eyes at stumbling over what to call the princes that are being forced upon you. You turn to leave, but something else crosses your mind. “Does everyone know about this stupid marriage plan the advisors are setting up?”

“Just about, Princess. Word is spreading fast throughout the castle. I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole kingdom knows before the end of tomorrow.” You scream again, cursing your way down the hall. Your life really was in shambles.

When you finally find Tsuyu, she is by the pond's edge, pulling weeds out on her knees. By her side is Denki, looking over the pond with a thoughtful look on his face. You’re too far away to hear them talking, but you see Tsuyu huff before throwing a handful of weeds at him. You can’t help but smile at the action, and the frown that falls on his face as he brushes the clippings out of his hair.

Tsuyu and Denki have been your friends for so long you don’t even remember how you met the two. Both of their parents worked for the castle before you and Mirio were born. Tsuyu’s parents were both gardeners for the royal family and, with their frog quirk, they have been keeping the pond and its surrounding areas beautiful for decades. Denki’s mother works in the kitchen castle and makes some of your favorite desserts. Denki couldn’t cook to save his life, sadly, and is more of a helpful hand for the other servants around the castle.

“Tsu! Denks! Guys help,” you cry out as you rush over to them. You fall into Denki’s side, clinging to him with fake tears in your eyes. Tsu sighs, rolling her eyes and taking off her gardening gloves to give you her full attention as Denki pats you slowly on the back.

“You okay?” Denki asks, gently pulling you away to look at your face. He smiles at you, giving your cheeks a small jolt of electricity. You giggle before pouting again. This time you turn to fall into Tsuyu’s arms, but she fluidly moves out of the way causing you to fall face-first in the grass.

“She’s fine, Denki. She’s just upset that she has to get married, of course.” She pulls a hand full of weeds up and tosses them on top of your head in a weird mockery of rice at a wedding. “And now she’s overreacting like a spoiled child.”

You jump up at the accusation. “I’m not acting like a child. I’m angry! Why doesn’t anyone else see that all of this is wrong? I’m too young for marriage. I’ve barely started my life as an adult but Mirio and the advisors seem to think I should be getting married to some random prince for protection from other kingdoms.”

Tsuyu rolls her eyes again at your antics, telling you to sit back down. “ Because, it’s really not that bad. King Mirio and Nejire got married at 23. Just because you’re getting engaged now doesn’t mean you need to get married right away. Besides, it’s not like the King would allow you to marry someone without vetting them himself.”

“Tsu, even you have to admit it’s kind of stupid for her to get married for ‘the sake of the kingdom,’”Denki finally speaks up. He scratches his head when you turn your attention to him, shrugging his shoulders. “I mean, it’s kind of useless to have an old school marriage like that when she’s quirkless. Nejire was such a good match for Mirio because of how powerful her quirk is. Our princess here would be nothing but a basic damsel in distress if a war breaks out.”

Denki laughs as you punch him in the arm, scowling at him. “Wow, Denks, tell me how you really feel. Y’all keep forgetting Mirio and Nej have known each other forever. Of course it was only natural for them to get married so young. This will be my first time meeting them.”

“Again, you’re overreacting.” Tsuyu’s tongue flicks out at your hysterics. “You’ve definitely met at least one of them. Besides, look at the brightside, at least you get to choose your husband unlike in true Quirk Marriages.”

“That doesn’t negate the fact that this marriage business is being forced on me! Tsu, you’re supposed to have my back as my best friend.”

“I do,” Tsu pulls back on her gloves and hops over to a nearby patch of grass to pull the few weeds that have sprouted in that spot. “Just tell the advisors that you can’t get engaged to any of the princes because you’re already in love.”

Your eyes widen at her plan and you run over to her, tackling her and covering her mouth to shut her up. You feel your body heat up from Tsuyu’s words and you look back at Denki, shushing her. “Are you crazy? I can’t tell Mirio I’m in love with his best friend,” you whisper to her. Her frog-like tongue licks at your hand and you pull it away, scrunching your nose in disgust and shaking it clean.

“No, you dummy,” she shakes her head and points to Denki. He looks back at the two of you, red spreading from the center of his face. You tilt your head in confusion at his blush. “I’m talking about Denki. It would make sense. You’ve known each other since you were young just like Mirio and Nejire, so a relationship will seem normal for you two. Plus, for as stupid as he is,” you hear Denki protest at being called stupid and you giggle at the pout he has on. “- he has a really powerful quirk. With some training he could be a powerful asset to the kingdom.”

“Thanks?” Denki questions, not sure if he should be happy with the backhanded compliment. “But, I don’t think that will work. I mean,” he looks over at you and starts fumbling for words. His blush gets darker and he looks down at his hands playing in the lush grass beneath him. Denki bites his lip turning to look over the pond.

“Denks?” you ask. You’ve always loved Denki for his openness and honesty when he talked to you. He never bit his tongue because of your position as the princess, even when you were a kid and his parents would yell at him for making jokes at your expense. He had no problem telling you if the dresses and hairstyles your mother forced on you were hideous and, in his own words, ugly enough to scare a blind person. But here he was now, not speaking his mind. “What do you think?”

He sighs before starting over, “No one will believe that we’re in a relationship. Why would the Princess be in love with the average looking servant who is barely any good at the things he does around the castle? I finished school at the bottom of my class and I barely have control of my quirk. The princes the advisors are sending are probably geniuses with unbelievably strong quirks. I couldn’t be the right fit for the position of your fiancé.”

You stare at your friend blinking rapidly before you burst out laughing. You lean against Tsuyu as you try to regain your breathing, wiping the tears that were forming around your eyes. “You can't honestly believe that, right? Yeah, you're kind of an idiot, but Tsu is right. It would make so much more sense if I said I wanted to marry you over some stranger.”

Tsu looks at Denki and rolls his eyes at him. “You’re both hopeless idiots,” she croaks before turning to you. “As much as he’s saying no right now, I know Denki will go along with this plan if you want him to. So what will you do?”

#mha #reader insert #bnha #fanfiction #denki kaminari #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #kirishima eijirou #tamaki amajiki #mina ashido #tenya iida #momo yaoyorozu #royal!au #cyoa #tagging every possible love interest

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yorshie · 7 months

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Hi Yorshie!!! My most favorite raccoon in existence!!

Can I ask you some questions from the emoji ask? Pretty please?

(Leo wants to know too if it adds any incentive - hehehe 😋)

😅, 🤡, 🎢, 🎉, & 💔

Hello Avery! *gasp* using Leo to bait me..... its working lol. Thank you for asking!

What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

Hm..... um. I don't think it's actually out where people can see it. It's hard to explain the premise of it but It was a little blurb that was reader coming down to the lair for movie night and finding the turtles are like, making a nest? And reader is just like "wtf." I... don't know if I'll ever share it lol. Maybe. If i can read it without cringing one day.

What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Any of the banter in SMR, but particularly the scene in the mesh tent at the end of chapter 2. I have a whole list of tropes from M*A*S*H that's gonna get included for the funnies, and that exchange was one of the ones I was eager to include because I love the visual of "no one is concerned a fight is actively taking place" lol

which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Oh it's a red dead fic, sorry, but I had One Stormy Night which.... I didn't think would go anywhere lol. But people kept commenting on it and loving it, so I sorta of made up a whole story to take the characters on. It was a lot of fun to work on, but it was also my first attempt at writing a long fic and I think I kept my cards a little too close to my fist for it to make much sense on where I was going.

What leads you to consider a fic a success?

Hm.... On one hand finishing the fic with little typos and not hating it, lol, but on the other if it's one of my more poetic or visual ones I would say when the readers can clearly see the themes I was leaning towards. It's always a good day when someone leaves a comment and they say "this made me feel x" and I get to go "gold star! that's exactly what I was going for!"

Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

:)..... maybe one of the ones where I killed reader. They're not in tmnt, but they're tagged with "reader death" on AO3.

#ask away!

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ssj2hindudude · 2 years

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U should do one where the Potaotes (1st and 2nd Gen) get ready to watch a. Movie and Aru the film buff criticize their choice and explain why it a waste of time. Oh and she persuaodng everyone to watch her favorite movie

Aru: MOVIE NIGHT!

*everyone groans*

Aru: What? I thought you guys liked movies!

Aiden: Yeah, but the thing is Shah-

Brynne: We're sick of binging the LOTR movies every week.

Aru: Ok. Raise your hand if you also feel this way.

*everyone raises their hand*

Aru: Abha Shah-charya, put your hand down right now or I'm disowning you!

Abha: Mom, you have to admit that watching a group of people in a fantasy land try to throw a cursed ring in a volcano can only be done a certain number of times before getting old.

Aru: AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WITH A SENSE OF CULTURE?!?

Aiden: Why don't we just make suggestions?

Aru: Ugh, fine. I'll go first. LOTR!

Aiden: Mohabbatein

Aru: Bollywood, really?

Aiden: It's a classic and a piece of art!

Abha: No argument there. But I'd rather watch Zootopia.

Aru: Why am I not surprised that you want to see the one about a detective and a cop?

Priya: Well, if that's too PG for you, how about we watch TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE!

Mini: Priya! You're too young for that much violence!

Priya: Have you forgotten what we do for a living?

Mini: I want to watch something with real culture. How about Devdas!

Aru: Again with the Bollywood? Are all the old people here just gonna start-

Brynne: BODYGUARD

Aiden: Whitney Houston or Salman Khan?

Brynne: YES

Hira: How about a nice family movie like Hum Saath Saath Hain?

Aru: Yeah, ok Grandma.

Krithika: Did somebody say Grandma?

Aru: Mom! What are you doing here?

Krithika: You didn't think I'd miss movie night, did you? I brought a classic.

Aru: Silsila?!? Really?!? Just when I thought the Bollywood couldn't get older. What's next, Shree 420?!?

Suru: Can we watch that one? The moustache man is funny and the black and white doesn't make papa feel left out.

Rudy: Hey, c'mon! I can watch movies just fine! I found this nice French one online. You'll like it, kids. It's about aliens!

Mini: FANTASTIC PLANET?!? Rudy, we can't watch this with the kids, everyone is shirtless!

Rudy: So is everyone in Naga-Loka when we've gone full naga!

Brynne: Newsflash Rudy (heh, flash), none of us are nagas!

Suru: You wanna tell her or should I?

Ghata: Um, if we haven't decided, we could watch Mahabharata!

Priya: Ghata, we are the living Mahabharata, why would we wanna watch them?!?

Ghata: Well it was either that or Hanuman Returns and you already booed that earlier because you didn't think there was an actual prequel.

Priya: There isn't!

Abha: Yes, there is, Priya. There's an older Hanuman movie in the exact art style!

Brynne: I don't care, we're not watching my brother on the big screen. He starts off the second anyone mentions it whenever we visit. His head hasn't been that big since he swallowed the sun.

Valerie: Ugh, you neanderthals are as barbaric as ever.

Priya: Oh look, I don't have to watch a horror movie after all.

Valerie: And clearly this is a rare instance of me watching cartoons

Kara: Valerie, be nice! Hi everyone! Have we picked a film yet?

Aru: Nope, because SOME people have no taste!

Kara: She's mad about LOTR?

Mini: Livid.

Kara: We could just binge a similar fandom you know. Harry Potter?

Aiden: ...That works.

*Everyone agrees*

Sydney: Ok, I just prepared the popcorn! I hear we're going to watch Harry Potter again! I can't wait until we see Mr. Potter kill Voldemort!

*Eveyone groans*

Sydney: What? It came out in 2011! I'd hardly call that a spoiler!

#aru shah incorrect quotes #aru shah #2nd gen pandavas

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ragnarokhound · 1 year

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tagged by @hardlycats! :D

name: Elizabeth! I've also gone by Fenris while online, haha - old username habits die hard :)

pronouns: she/her :) also down with she/they

where do you call home: the pacific northwest owo

favorite animal: a toughie, because I like Many, but zebras were my favorite when I was a kid, and wolves are a big one (...clearly >.>) Dragons tho. If we include mythical animals then dragon hands down, no question

cereal of choice: REESES PUFFS REESES PUFFS (peanut butter chocolate flavor) this was for the joke (insert kombucha girl meme here) fr fr I like rice krispies/choco krispies, if I eat cereal at all

visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: kinesthetic probably haha - often people will show me and then tell me a thing, but I really have to just. Try it myself to really Get It. In one ear out the other with me sometimes OTL

first pet: Smokey the goldfish O3O I think...I may have been responsible for Smokey's untimely demise. 4 y o me dumped a little too much food in the aquarium :') RIP Smokey 😔

favorite scent: hm! I don't usually think about this - probably sandalwood, or pine. Fresh cut sawdust :)

do you believe in astrology: I am versed enough to get by with the folks who do lol i'm a libra sun, gemini moon, leo ascending u_u and i kind of know what that all means lmao

how many playlists on spotify/apple music: oh no. ohhh nooo. don't. don't look at me-- oh god. oh no look i've dropped them oh god now i'll be here all day *starts shoving them back into my backpack

(if we don't count other people's playlists that i follow. 285)

sharpies or highlighters: sharpies no contest

songs that make you cry: i don't cry at a whole lot of music! but if we want the same vibe then Little Fall of Rain, On My Own & Empty Chairs At Empty Tables from Les Mis (the london cast recording, not the movie lol) and Vagabond by Misterwives, Andra by The Ghost Of Paul Revere, Liar by the Arcadian Wild, Id by Charlie Allen, I Need My Girl by The National...listen I have a playlist for this lmao

songs that make you happy: Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham (reminds me of my little brother :)) & Cardiac Arrest by the Bad Suns, Talk Too Much by COIN, Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier...Listen. I Have A Playlist For This

do you write/draw/create: i write fic! I also went to school for art education and am endorsed to teach art (to high schoolers when I get the chance lol). I was a girl scout arts and crafts specialist for a camp two years in a row, and recently I subbed for a high school ceramics teacher for the last quarter of school and made a bunch of ceramic stuff, it was really fun! I also paint, draw, crochet, cross stitch, and if I had a sewing machine I'd probably sew haha.

I am at the whim of ADHD brain tho (probably >.> squints in undiagnosed) and only post things online sporadically. My JayTim phase is actually the Most active I've been and also stayed in any online activity that involves me making things and also posting them lol

tagging but no pressure: oh yes um! only if you want to! @shineyma | @beanboop | @listen-to-the-inner-walrus

#tag games #:3 #about me

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theroyalthrones · 2 years

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15 OC Questions

I was tagged to do this by @trhor. Thank you so much for including me!! Florentia and Dorian will be the interviewees. Pretend their in those couple interviews in When Harry Met Sally.

Are you named after anyone?

F: Um, no I don't think so.

D: Not my first name, but I was with my middle names. Florent was a former king of Lavande, and Henry was my great-uncle's name.

F: Wait, I didn't know we could do our middles. I was named after my great-grandmother, Tsarina Annika, and my grandmother, Maud, on my dad's side. Louise was just a name my mother liked.

When was the last time you cried?

D: I don't know it's been such a long time...

F: For the love of!- He cried last night, we were watching Love, Rosie.

D: I just could really relate. Don't act like you weren't crying too.

Do you have kids?

F: Yes we our Lio.

D: Only one for now.

Do you use sarcasm?

D: I don't know, can we?

F: No stop, that was the worst!

What's the first thing you notice about people?

F: Uh... Maybe their eyes?

D: I guess their height. depending on if I have to look up or down.

What's your eye color?

D: My eyes are green, Flo's are blue.

Scary movies or happy endings?

F: Dorian clearly favors happy endings. and I'd say the same.

D: We had a happy ending, didn't we?

F: Don't jinx it.

Any special talents?

F: I guess I've always been good at the violin.

D: Probably cooking the best mac and cheese.

Where were you born?

D: I was born in Clermont, Lavande.

F: Belfiore, Orillia. It was actually a very last-minute home birth at one of the estates my family has out there. SUPER long story with that one.

What are your hobbies?

F: Can I say playing with Aurelio? It's so much fun!

D: His laughs are so infectious! I'd say the same for me too.

Have you any pets?

F: We have our Ruby, we got her around the time we first started dating.

D: About seven years ago now.

F: We're getting so old. So is ruby.

What sports do you play/have played?

F: I'd say we're both really into sports. We've always been. I actually started a soccer league with my aunt when I was 15 actually.

D: But you don't play soccer all that much anymore, I think your new favorite is tennis. Mine is Polo.

How tall are you?

D: 6'1"

F: 5'8"

Favorite subject in school?

F: In high school, History, and Science were always my favorites. That's why I majored in Biochemistry and Anthropology.

D: You're so smart, I'd say English was my favorite.

Dream Job?

F: As a kid, I wanted to be a professional violinist. I guess now I'd be a Biochemist.

D: I think I'd be a historian.

( I nominate anyone who hasn't already done this ask before, I tag those accounts. Thanks!!)

#TTasks #Worldbuilding

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soleadita · 2 years

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i have. media recs. what kinda stuff do u like (other languages, mecha, animated, so on and so forth)

hehe hi. i meant to answer this earlier but then. teen wolf. u know.

i always have an extraordinarily difficult time pinning down my tastes in visual media, probably because so much of what i end up loving is dictated by the Hyperfixation Center, over which i have no control. but. i tried. <333

here is a (super non-exhaustive) list of things i generally like. some of them are tropes some of them are actual movies or shows some of them are just...words...concepts...

snarky, sarcastic, bickering characters

witty dialogue

heists and adventures

big casts of characters that are sooo... <333 (stranger things scared the shit out of me initially but i forced myself to watch it because i loved the character dynamics and the writing so much. i also LOVE the crows <333)

actiony things that i can kind of only half-watch and still mostly understand (i love action movies for background noise)

things that are fun and silly but still have some core component that's...like really well-written and compelling? (things like dcoms, she's the man, d.e.b.s.)

i don't usually seek out animated things, but i'm not against them!! i watched the first 2 seasons of young justice and really loved it (but i forgot everything by the time the third season came out so i didn't keep going), and i've watched some anime.

the half of it is one of my favorite movies of all time. do with that information what you will.

vampires vs the bronx <3

characters like jess mariano from gilmore girls <333

the princess bride!!!!

grumpy/sunshine

GAAAAYYYYY <3

bones (the tv show, not, like, skeletons)

daredevil. i don't know why. i don't know what about it. but. i love it? i rewatch it all the time?

anne of green gables (all variations but. the megan follows version has my heart forever)

an intriguing ship (the fastest way to get me invested/interested in something is to get me interested in the ship. i'm literally on the brink of dropping by your inbox to ask about. um. well. dc stuff. where to start. u know.)

some things to know:

i don't do horror (i live alone rn and my imagination is ~so active~)(stranger things is the most suspense/horror-adjacent thing i can handle)

i'll take recs for non-english-language things but i probably wouldn't watch anytime soon (this is no shade to subtitled things, it's just that if i have to read subtitles, then i can't multitask)

i'm a little sensitive to gore, but it's also not a dealbreaker. if something is too gross or intense for me, i'll just turn it down or skip it. and like. i DID tell you i wanted to watch kingdom, and i can't imagine a zombie series being not gory, so. clearly i'm willing to put up with it in some cases.

i really don't love things where someone is sick and then dies at the end (a la the fault in our stars)

uhhh...i feel like this probably wasn't super helpful - i tend to stick less to genres and more to vibes and types of characters, which is, like, obnoxiously vague and unspecific. honestly though, i love hearing recs of anything, and i'm always happy to try things that people i know and care about have enjoyed.

<33333

#THANK YOU I AM EXCITED TO RECEIVE THE MEDIA LIST <33333 #(but no pressure. obvs.)#if you have more questions just ask me bc i feel like this is a very uh...haphazard collection of words and might not make sense #winter❄️#leo's asks

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kageyuji · 4 years

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asking him how to confess to your crush (him)

⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi ; [gn!reader]

TAGS: fluff/crack if you squint, confessions

NOTES: please reblog or i’ll cry

━━ OIKAWA

you can’t miss the momentary look of sadness, but he quickly hides it with a cocky smile

he tells you the cheesiest possible way to confess to someone. he doesn’t even know if it’ll work on not

(he actually hopes it doesn’t, but he can’t just be an asshole and tell you something that clearly won’t work)

but once he realizes that he is the person you like, his mind jumps to several different places all at once

he’s happy but also he can’t properly form words, please bear with him </3

“Oikawa?”

He hummed a response to you, ghost of a smile on his lips. He always liked the way you said his name, even if it was just his family name.

“I have a favor... so there’s this guy that I like, and I wasn’t sure how to tell him. Do you think you could give me ideas?”

You don’t miss the pout on his lips, the way his eyebrows furrow, the hurt in his eyes. If one were to blink, they wouldn’t have missed it. He smiled and laughed, quickly trying to hide how much his heart ached.

People — in reality, only makki and mattsun — had asked you if you had feelings for someone. But you never gave them an answer, just a flustered smile and a shrug.

“Uhm... I don’t know, depends on the person. You can get a bouquet or something, and chocolates maybe?”

A smile lit up your face. He had looked so pained to say it; his nose was wrinkled up a little, one hand at the back of his neck, eyes looking anywhere but you.

“Oh, yeah! That sounds sweet, he might like that. Should I ask him what his favorite flowers are?”

“Yeah.” His heart sunk impossibly lower.

“Got it. So, what are your favorite flowers?”

He looked up from where he’d taken a sudden interest in the floor, looking around for someone else. But no one seemed to be engaging in a conversation with you — actually, he realized it was only you and him in the room.

“No, I meant ask this guy that you like.”

“I just did.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, eyes wide and lips parted. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite read. Shock, or was in confusion? There was also an undertone of hurt, like he couldn’t tell if this was some sick joke or not.

“You mean... me? I’m the- you have feelings for me?”

Your heart fell then — of course you’d been nervous to tell him. But with the constant flirting, you were beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t just harmless and playful anymore. That maybe even if it was still done playfully, there was truth behind those words, behind the smiles and the winks he sent you.

“If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine, I just-”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant. I was just a little surprised is all. I feel the same way, and you’re great, really, I just figured I wasn’t your type.”

“But you are.” You said, heating rising in your cheeks. Nothing could mask the smile he wore, even if he was trying not fight it.

“And you are my type. Guess we’re both lucky, hm?”

━━ SUNA

he is determined not to let you notice how his heart stopped in his chest

he still holds the same disinterested, bored look on his face as always, although he’s unaware you could see right through him

refuses to give you advice on how to go about confessing

in fact, the last thing he wants to do is be around you — he knows you were never his, so he can’t be upset, but it still turns his stomach

tell him before he can find an excuse to leave, or else your confession will be a lot more painstaking due to him dodging any interaction with you

“So uh... if you were to confess to someone you like, how do you think you would do it?” Your voice sounded so sweet, so genuine.

“Why? You have a little crush on somethin’?” He laughed.

“Yeah, actually.”

Oh.

You don’t miss the way his nose scrunches and the look in his eyes. He’s looking at the floor with narrowed eyes, almost as though the floor was the cause of his jealousy.

Well, not his jealousy — he wasn’t jealous, was he?

“Hm,” He hums, and you find him putting back on the same incurious face that he always wore. “I don’t know, elaborate confessions are pointless. Just tell the person how you feel. If they really like you, they won’t turn you aware for being simple.”

“Ah, that’s true.” You smile, though it’s fueled with nervousness. “So, one more thing I gotta say then.”

“Make it quick, I’ve to be somewhere soon.” Suna hates the bitter taste in his mouth.

He knows he shouldn’t care, after all he’s never worked up the courage to spill his heart to you, so he doesn’t have a right to feel like something is being torn — no, stolen — away from him.

“Right. You said simple, so... I like you, and I think you’re really sweet. And you’re funny and you’re so caring, even though you would never admit that. Um, I hope that was boiled down enough for you.”

“You’re kidding right?”

The tone in his voice is almost accusatory, although he doesn’t mean it to be, he just genuinely doesn’t believe you. When had you ever shown interest in him? Not that he was complaining.

“No. But it’s fine if you d-”

“I never said that. If you mean it though, maybe you can tell me the longer version of everything you like about me. Over coffee or something?”

━━ BOKUTO

ok first off, let me stop you right there, because baby boy is gonna get so sad :(

there is no hiding the hurt he’s feeling. he’s always expressive, even though he’s trying to hide it

please stop him there because his mood is only going downhill

actually tells you some elaborate, thought out thing that you assumed was from the top of his head

(although in reality, he’s thought about telling you how he feels on countless times)

but when he realizes that you’re talking about him he instantly does a 180, he looks like he’s in heaven

“Bokuto!” You call his name with a smile. You’ve found you can always get a matching one from him whenever you do so.

And of course he smiles back at you, the same excited look in his eyes as always. “Y/n!”

“I need advice.” You say.

His expression drops into one of worry at your tone. If there was anything that Bokuto hated in this world, it was seeing you upset.

“What is it?”

“I need to know how to tell someone that I have feelings for them.”

And just like that, you can see his heart break through his expression. His eyebrows pin up and he presses his lips into a thin line. You can tell that he’s trying not to show you how bothered he was by that one sentence.

He always was bad at pretending he was fine though. It was clear, if nothing else you could see his watery eyes.

“Oh... uhm. Can I ask who the person is?”

You’re hesitant to say it. But you don’t know why, because his reaction was your final bit of proof that he had feelings for you too. He hadn’t been subtle before, but now it was obvious.

“You.”

“What?” Bokuto said, although the word was breathless.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond to him. Instead, the wide smile he always wore appeared back on his face and he wrapped his arms around you.

Usually, Bokuto’s hugs are tight anyway. They’re filled with a need to be close to you and a need to convey the emotion of ‘you are the only thing grounding me right now’.

But this one was tighter. He buried his face into your neck, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. “I may have to confess to someone too.”

━━ IWAIZUMI

iwaizumi is a gentleman about it, as much as he doesn’t want to be

if anything, he wants to tell you right then and there about his feelings

but the fact (or rather, the thought) that you’ve taken an interest in someone else is all the evidence he needs to stop himself

the last thing he wants to do it mess with your emotions so he intends to stuff he feelings down to deepest parts of his mind in hopes that they’ll one day disappear

until of course, he realizes that he is the guy you’d been talking about

he gets giddy, believe it or not. he hates to admit it sometimes, but unbeknownst to you, you have so much control over his emotions

“So, Iwa?” You said, and he tried to overlook the cautious tone to your voice.

“Hm?”

“Uh, theres this guy that I kind of have feelings for. But the thing is, I don’t know how to tell him.” You sound nervous.

Iwaizumi assumes it’s from the thought of having to tell this person your feelings, yet he doesn’t realize that said person is him and it’s coming sooner than he’d realized.

He doesn’t say anything in response to you at first. His eyes narrow only slightly, then he takes a deep breath and turns back to you with his usual expression.

“If you’re going to tell them, do something sweet and simple. If you get all extravagant with it, it might freak ‘em out. Maybe... I dunno, buy a little gift and tell them?

He hid it well. The mix of jealousy, regret, and sadness in him was painful, but he clenched his fists and tried not to let his voice crack. If there was someone you knew that didn’t cry, it was Iwaizumi. Yet here he was, doing everything in his power not show how upset he was.

What was he even doing anyway? He was helping you find a lover that was not himself. Not that you even knew that, because in reality he’d never shown to you that he had feelings towards you.

That was something he was regretting a lot now.

“Oh I see, what kind of gift would you like?”

Ouch. As though this couldn’t hurt more. “I don’t know, depends on the person. Ask him, not me.”

“I just did, dummy.”

It took him a few seconds to process that, then another few seconds for the relief and happiness to wash over him. A smile rugged at the corner of his lips.

“That’s cute. You and I can go out somewhere this weekend and I can help you pick something out, hm?”

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saksukei · 3 years

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seungcheol mafia au

masterlist

normally, seungcheol would mind his own business and ignore some drunk bastard yelling, but not when someone was in his bar, being a pain and driving away his hard earned customers,,

annoyed, seungcheol tapped the gentleman's shoulder who was causing a ruckus,, he didn't seem that drunk,,

then seungcheol’s eyes landed on your figure behind the guy,,

the look in your eyes showed you were scared,,,, you were trembling,, and seungcheol put one and one together,,

“what is it?” the guy barked,,

now most people knew that talking like this to seungcheol would cost them in ways they couldn't imagine, but this guy didn't,,

“leave,” seungcheol ordered. “you’re harassing a person.”

“person?” the guy repeated. “this little bitch thought she could reject me and move on with her life, but I think the fuck not.”

“obsessive much?” seungcheol retorted,,

“you know– why don't you mind your own fuckin’ business and go back to whatever shit hole you came from?” and with that, the guy turned his attention back to you.

seungcheol tapped his shoulder once again,,

“what the fuck is–”

there was a loud crack,, and the sound of a body hitting the ground,, your ex classmate who couldn't handle rejection was out cold,,

without another word, seungcheol walked away,, his guards cleaning up his mess as everyone resumed to whatever they were doing,,

you were afraid,,, but even moreso of the man that had knocked out the guy with one punch,, who was he?? you were sure you had seen him before but where??? you rarely frequented this bar

and then the realization hit you like a train,,, you had gone down to the police station to report a mugging,, and that's where you saw his face plastered on the walls,,, he was CHOI SEUNGCHEOL THE CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

the one who was infamous for things you shouldn't want to be famous for,, and he had just saved your life,,,,

you stood in a convenience store at 2am, hungry and tired,, grabbing all the ramen you could possibly see,, and then you headed out, only for your eyes to land on seungcheol leaning on his bike,,,, you could now see his tattoos in the half sleeved shirt he was wearing,,

you figured you had to thank him for what he did even if he was a frequent lawbreaker,, and so you approached him,,

“hey um–” he turned to look in your direction. “thank you,,, for that day,” you whispered,,

“don’t worry about it,” he replied. “he won't be bothering you anymore.”

and you were like crap what the HELL did he do but not that I care the guy had been bothering me for like so long

of course, seungcheol’s men had probably shipped the guy off to antarctica by now,,

“is there anyway I can repay you?” you ask, fidgeting with the plastic bag in your hands,,

“yeah, go easy on the ramen,” he chuckled and you smiled in response,,,,

so maybe this guy was an actual softie??? he didn't seem scary at all now,, maybe he noticed how nervous you were [he absolutely did]

then you had an idea,,,

“would you um– want to share it with me?” you ask. “i clearly have too much.”

“though ramen sounds awesome, i don't think you’d want to be seen sitting with me,” he says.

“what do you mean?” you ask and you know what the answer is going to be,,,, you've heard enough chatter about him

“i’m sure you're well aware of the type of person I am,” he replies. “choi seungcheol, the guy who’s notorious for leading a deadly gang.”

“yes but to me right now, you’re Choi seungcheol, biker dude who’s really hungry and he saved my life,” you smile, turning around to use the hot water machine outside the store.

he laughs, running his hands through his hair,, as he follows, you’re a breath of fresh air for him and he feels like he's breathing for the first time in a while,,

the two of you sit, with the hot ramen in front of you,, what would you talk about? the two of you had nothing in common– how do people even do this?

“so um,,, what's your favorite color?” you ask and seungcheol lets out the most heartiest laugh,

“black and yours?”

“honestly I'm a bit confused between yellow and tea pink,” you answer, grinning. “yellow is the color of sunflowers but tea pink reminds me of my childhood.”

“maybe yellow can be the color of your adulthood,” he says. “plus I think it's okay for you to have two favorite colors.”

that's how you spent the night, from talking about childhood stories to favorite foods,,,, you had this very warm and comforting feeling in your chest??? this guy was a mafia boss?? you’d probably not believe if it if weren’t for the bar incident,,

he was adorable,, he loved bakeries,, his bike was his first love,,, each of his tattoos represented a story,, he loved his brothers more than anything and he’d choose this life over and over again if it meant he could be there for them,,

PLUS HIS DIMPLE OMG AND HIS LAUGH,,, reader,, you are down bad,,,

you two only stopped talking when it was almost dawn and seungcheol had to go somewhere,,

“c’mon,” he handed you the helmet,,,

“w-what?” you stutter,,,

“i’m going to drop you home,” seungcheol says. “can’t let you walk home, now, can I?”

“actually you can because I prefer walking,” you lie. “plus my house is not far from here.” yes, it was true, your house was close by,,, but you were actually terrified of sitting on the bike,,, those things went way too fast and way too quick,,

seungcheol raises an eyebrow and then it clicks, “are you maybe,, scared of sitting on my bike?”

“maybe,” you reply, shyly, looking down,,

“alright,, you know what, we’ll walk to your house then.”

“n-no,,, you don't need to plus you're getting late and–”

“sunflower,, I am going to walk you home whether you like it or not,,” seungcheol explains, nonchalantly,,,,

and you can feel yourself getting RED BEC OH MY GOD??? SUNFLOWER THATS THE CUTEST NICKNAME PLUS SEUNGCHEOL DO BE FINE FINE

“are you coming?” seungcheol asks, a smirk on his face,, he’s a few steps ahead of you,,

“y-yeah,” you manage to stutter out.

the two of you walk,, him also walking his bike side by side,, and then finally reached your house,,

seungcheol said goodbye,, and so did you,, you hoped he'd ask for your number or something considering the two of you spent all of last night talking,, and it was just as you turned to go inside,,

“sunflower,, wait,,” seungcheol called out,, rubbing the nape of his neck, his cheeks slightly red,, “i was wondering if you'd, you know– ever want to hang out again.”

“hmmm,” you tease, “only if you buy the ramen next time,” you laugh,,

“I can even knock out a few exes of yours too,, if you want,” seungcheol grins,, and you blush,, maybe he wasn’t so scary after all,,

#seventeen seungcheol #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #seungcheol oneshot #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #scoups x reader #seventeen headcanons

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missroller15 · 2 years

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I know you said you probably won't want to watch Season 7 again, but what are your overall thoughts about the season so far? What is it that you don't like about it in general? (It's not a favorite of mine either, but I'm curious!) Is there anything you HAVE liked about it so far?

Hmmmm, I think I'll state what I wasn't a big fan of first and then what I did end up liking to end off on a good note.

Warning, my memory sucks so this will probaby be a bit inaccurate or off when I'm recounting these but I'll try my best!

Let's do this Rory Gilmore style ;)

Cons:

I'll state off the bat, no Jess. Automatically, not a big fan but I can work with it so it's not the biggest thing that sorta made me like this season so much less. (Still made me kinda sad but I get it, it's fine I guess.)

Rogan. Yup, I said it. There was something so sugary, so artificial that wasn't really there to me before that frustrated me and honestly, I found certain aspects of them so strange. And I think one day I'll get fully in depth about it in a post but to sum it up: The rocket was an interesting gift but it wasn't very romantic to me at all, the whole 'Logan has great hair' thing was also.. um, that? The "Hi." "Hi." in the episode where Logan visits SH set me off too. And I'm 100% biased when I say all this as it felt like they almost ripped off Literati with that and the hair thing. There I said it, I'm sorry.

Rory's character was particularly strange too because I've noticed before that I always found her love for Logan frankly strange/obsessive but s7 had a really big goal to make her life pretty much revolve around him. I mean, I'm pretty sure at one of the Friday Night Dinners, Emily actually asked her what her summer plans are and she responded that Logan was gone so.. Yeah, I dunno. As well as her jealousy over that woman that worked with Logan at that dinner (Which was another part that I didn't really like b/c Logan pulled the same thing he did back in s5!)

CHRISTOPHER AND LORELAI, WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT- I can't even wrap my head around how much that ticked me off. I just couldn't believe it too.

Anna Nardini. Need I say more? :|

Marty just disappointed me so much as well. So much for that friendship Rory had.

Those are just what I immediately thought of off the top of my head. I promise, I did enjoy certain parts too!

Pros:

Luke in Dad mode. Look, I understand completely how much the April storyline could bug people and to be honest, it bugged me too since it was so clearly used to split up Lorelai and Luke but I actually don't hate April as a character. I think she's pretty good and her interactions with Luke were rather cute.

Lorelai's letter to help Luke was EVERYTHING. I genuinely enjoyed it, and the way the scene was shot as well where it was read out loud then it panned to Chris reading it as well with Lorelai's voice. Ah, just so good.

The final episode was done wonderfully, regardless of what the writers may have done, they did know how to tie the show up nicely.

(Just because I'm a bitter emo person, the moment Rory and Logan split was also kinda relieving BUT it's not something I'd officially add to the pros b/c the other side of me really did not care. Christopher and Lorelai could be added to that category as well.)

There's probably more that I add to this but yeah, these are my thoughts. I totally entered rant mode, sorry but yeah my general thoughts! Thank you so much for the ask, it was nice to actually get these thoughts and feelings out.

#that was so chaotic.#reading this back now i have no idea who this angry person was-#i was totally so much more negative oof #ANYWAY onto more positive things lorelai's letter <333 #well there were at least some pros so there's that?#gilmore girls #gilmore girls s7 #rory gilmore #anti rogan #anti logan huntzberger #lorelai gilmore #luke danes #javajunkie #anti christopher hayden

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shipskicksandgiggles · 3 years

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#13 with sambucky please :)

stunning amazing we're ignoring that I had a crisis halfway through writing this and had to scrap it and start over

special thanks to io for being my rubber duck and translator (as well as my husband) throughout all of this mess

prompt: “Who just casually speaks Russian? For what reason?” (from this list)

Read Confidentiality in the Creamer here on ao3

~~~

“There he is. Sam, over here!”

Rhodey waved him over to where he and Tony were sitting.

“Hey, did you guys order?”

“Not yet,” Tony said. “We were afraid that by the time we got to the front, all the tables would be gone.”

Sam nodded in understanding. “Want me to order for you?”

“If you don’t mind,” Rhodey said.

“Not a problem. You both want your usual?”

They nodded.

“Oh actually-” Tony stopped him before he got more than a few steps “-can you see if they have any blueberry pastry type things? I’ve got this craving.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll ask.”

The line was long, but it was moving fairly quickly, so soon enough he was face to face with the barista.

The really, really hot barista.

“Um.”

“Hi, need a pick-me-up?”

Was he offering? “Um.”

“Coffee? Tea? What’s your pleasure?”

Oh, his order. “Right, sorry. Can I get an americano, a brown sugar cinnamon latte, and an iced dirty chai?”

“Sure. Will that be all?”

“I also need a croissant if it’s no trouble. And do you have anything with blueberry?”

“Blueberry? Let me check.” The hot barista leaned forward to look at the case and frowned. “Natalia!” he yelled. “Chto-nibud’ s chernikoy ostalos’?”

“Momént, nado proverit’!” a female voice shouted back.

“Hold on,” he told Sam.

He nodded, and a moment later, a blonde man stumbled out of the kitchen with a tray of muffins. “Nat said you wanted something blueberry? These are fresh out of the oven.”

The barista grabbed one with a napkin and placed it in a bag along with his croissant. “So with that and the drinks, your total is $12. Can I get a name so we can call you when they’re ready?”

“Sam.”

“Alright Sam. Here’s your receipt. Have a nice day!”

“You too.”

Sam stepped back to let the next customer in, and before he could do anything, Tony stole the receipt out of his hand.

“What do we owe you?” He scanned over the slip and Sam watched the gears in his head turn as he did the math.

“I don’t know. They had blueberry muffins though,” he said, setting the pastry down in front of him.

“You’re officially my favorite person,” Tony announced through a mouth full of muffin. “I don’t see it on the ticket though. How much was it?”

“What?” Sam took the receipt back and looked for the item. “He must have forgotten to charge me for it. I’ll deal with it when the line goes down and I’ll let you know.”

Tony and Rhodey just stared at him.

“Is there something on my face?”

“Nope, just curious as to who this barista is since he clearly has a crush on you,” Rhodey teased

Sam spluttered. “He doesn’t have a crush on me. They literally just came out of the oven, he probably just forgot.”

“So you like him? Is he hot?” Tony prodded.

He groaned and flopped down in his chair.

“That’s a yes,” Rhodey said. “Details, Wilson.”

“Dark hair, pretty eyes, seemingly American, but speaks Russian? I think it was Russian at least. And seriously, who just casually speaks Russian? For what reason?”

“People who are friends with and frequently interact with people who speak Russian? Who knows, Sam, maybe he was just showing off for you.”

“I doubt it.” He heard his name called to get his drinks and he moved to retrieve them. “Whatever. I’ll ask about the muffin and let you know what you owe me.”

~~~

“Natalia! Что-нибудь с черникой осталось?” Bucky yelled

“момент, надо проверить!” Natasha shouted back.

“Hold on,” he told the pretty customer in front of him.

She must have sent out Clint because a moment later, he appeared carrying a large tray. “Nat said you wanted something blueberry? These are fresh out of the oven.”

Bucky grabbed one with a napkin and placed it in a bag along with the croissant he ordered. “So with that and the drinks, your total is $12. Can I get a name so we can call you when they’re ready?”

“Sam.”

Sam. It suited him. “Alright Sam. Here’s your receipt. Have a nice day!”

“You too.”

He gave Bucky a small smile and walked off to join his friends. The next customer was still deciding on a drink, so he grabbed Steve from where he was making drinks. “Switch with me?”

“Is this about the customer you were flirting with?”

“I wasn’t flirting with a customer,” Bucky said indignantly.

“Showing off your Russian counts as flirting when Nat understands English.” Steve was already taking his place behind the register.

“No one asked you, Rogers.”

“Good talk, Buck.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “There’s a peppermint mocha and a few blended drinks before you get to your guy.”

He cleared out the espresso machine and started prepping for the next order. “I should have switched with you after you finished the blended drinks.”

“Why do you think I agreed so fast?”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Steve said. “Drinks, go, now.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Bucky mocked, already starting up the blender.

As terrible as they were to make, it didn’t take long to get to Sam’s drinks. He pulled the espresso shots and lined up the cups to make his life easier.

Finally, they were done.

“Sam?” he called.

It took him a minute to get up to the counter because of the crowd.

“Americano, dirty chai, and brown sugar latte?”

“That’s me,” he said, taking the drinks. “Thanks a lot.”

“Yep, let us know if you need anything else,” Bucky told him.

“Do you have a tray so I can carry all of these?” Sam asked.

“Oh, sure.” He pulled one out from below the counter. Now he was going to think Bucky was an idiot. There were 3 drinks, obviously he wouldn’t be able to carry all of them at once. “Here, sorry about that.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry if I’m holding you up, but you were the one who took my order right?”

“Yeah, is everything okay?”

“It’s great, I just think you forgot to charge me for the muffin.”

Bucky had forgotten. Intentionally, he might add. “It’s on me. First off the tray, you deserve it.”

One side of his mouth quirked up into a smile. “Okay, then can you tell me how much it was so I can tip accordingly?”

“That’s confidential dollface.”

He wanted to get him to full-out smile. Sam was clearly suppressing it now, and Bucky wasn’t having it.

“C’mon man, you gotta let me pay you back somehow.”

“Fine, have it your way,” Bucky sighed. “Which drink is yours?”

“The iced chai, why?”

Bucky winked and pulled a Sharpie from his apron pocket. He picked up the drink in question and started writing on it. “That’s my number. Text me, and we can discuss compensation.”

His jaw dropped, but then he grinned, and Bucky couldn’t help but to smile back. “And what name should I put your contact under?”

“Bucky.”

“Bucky, cool. I’ll, um. I’ll text you.”

He wanted to say something else, but Steve just had to ruin their moment. “Barnes! There’s still a line. You can chit-chat all you want later!!”

“And I guess I have a last name for you too,” Sam laughed.

“Sorry about that, guess I have to get back to work,” Bucky groaned dramatically, hoping for another laugh.

He succeeded. “You’d better go. I’ll text you.”

“Great. Looking forward to it.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

“Barnes!” Steve barked.

“Guess I’ll see you around, sugar.” Bucky winked.

“Guess so,” Sam teased, and turned on his heel to walk back towards his table with the drinks.

Bucky watched him leave for a moment before he turned back around to start on the next batch of drinks.

“Nice goin’, Buck, you’re behind on orders.”

“Worth it,” Bucky said, not even looking at him. “It was so worth it.”

#sam wilson #james 'bucky' barnes #sambucky #fluff #flirting #getting together #strangers to lovers #ellis writes #coffee shop au #no powers au

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bokutoskitten · 3 years

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go greek!

18+

synopsis- after a lot of convincing eren managed to get you to come to his frat party, where will the night take you?

cw- eren jaeger x f!reader, college au, praise kink, inexperienced reader (not a virgin), alcohol (y/n nor eren get drunk), sub reader, nipple play (f receiving), sex, all characters are 18+

these are just stereotypes about certain sorority’s/frats at a college in my state! Each college is different!

you didn’t really understand how you got put in this situation. Loud cheering, the smell of cheap beer and the sight of people making out in almost every corner of the crowded house.

You belonged to a sorority on your campus, definitely not a top tier… but you were in a sorority! Everyone knew your house as sweet and cute, but were innocent, rarely left the house.

You focused mainly on your classes like your sisters, you didn’t pay attention to any of the frats. That was until you met him. Eren Jaeger. It was a simple school girl crush on a guy in your poli sci class. You would of never imagined that a guy like him would ever pay attention to you.

When Eren found out that you were in Greek life he asked “why haven’t I seen you at any parties?” He quickly understooon once you said your sororities name, chi o’s. Everyone know chi omegas dont party much to keep their “good girl” status.

Eren asked you if you wanted to come to a party on Friday that his frat was hosting, pi kappa alpha (pike), you told him that you needed to study. Your sisters always told you to never hang out with a pike, they were just rich fuckboys who would use you and throw you out the next day.

But eren couldn’t be like that- could he?

Eren had grown bored of fucking tri delta’s and kappa kappa gamma girls, all they cared about was status. But not you. No, you were different. Eren knew the reputation he held, a class A douche bag. He just hoped that you hadn’t of heard about his reputation, in fear that it would scare you away. He hated how he was In the past, he wanted to change for the better and leave his fuck boy status in the past.

That’s how you ended up here. At the pike’s frat house, alone, no eren to be seen. As you tried looking around the house you felt an arm reach around your shoulder. Your plan was to stay at home and watch a movie like you did most weekends, but something overcame you and you decided to do something out of your comfort zone.

“Why are you all alone little lady?” Asked a clearly drunk man, “I- I’m sorry, have you seen eren? I was supposed to meet him here” you nervously responded looking up at the male.

“Y/n!” You heard from across the room. It was eren, even from at a distance you could tell he was upset. There was some bickering between eren and the boy who was talking to you, jean. But eventually he grumbled some words under his breath and left.

“I’m really sorry about that. He didn’t scare you too much did he?” Asked eren guiding you to an empty sofa. “I’m okay! Thanks for inviting me, your brothers seem nice…?” Your words came out more unsure than you were planning.

Chuckling he said “yeah sorry about them… so um, can I get you a drink?” Nodding your head you replied “s-sure!” Eren came back with two red solo cups, one for you and one for him. You smelled the liquid within the cup for a second before bring it to your lips. It tasted like strawberry lemonade with a bitter vodka aftertaste.

Your face scrunched your at the bitter taste. “Don’t force yourself to drink that if you don’t like it” chucked eren as he watched you try to drink the vodka concoction. “It’s okay! It’s just a little stronger than what I’m use to!” You replied taking another sip. By now that the alcohol was flowing through your system, the taste didn’t bother you as much.

You continued to chat with eren about your major; poli sci. Which was the same as erens, you talked about favorite tv shows and your favorite places to get food near campus. You where really surprised at how much you were enjoying yourself. Frat parties had always seemed really scary, but this was the exact opposite. You were actually having fun for once, not stressed about grades and trying to keep your high gpa.

Your conversation was suddenly interrupted as girl walked up to eren. “Hey eren” she slurred, “you look really nice tonight… wanna go back to my place and have more fun” she asked. Your heart sunk. She was extremely pretty, and you recognized her. She was the president of a sorority on campus. The top sorority on campus.

Before eren could open his mouth you said “s-sorry umm excuse me” as you quickly got up from the sofa tears started to prick the corner of your eyes. Somehow you found a room that was empty, you sat down on the bed as you tried to control yourself from crying.

I knew it was a bad idea to come here… eren could never see me as more than a girl he chatted with in class…

The door surprisingly swung open causing you to become startled. “I’m sorry y/n- I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just worried, you ran off so suddenly” eren spoke as he made his way to the bed. “Shouldn’t you be with that girl right now…” you mumbled brushing some stray tears from off your cheek.

“Why would I be with her? Y/n- I want to be here with you. That’s why I’ve been talking with you this whole night, your fun to be around”

“Really…?”

“Yes really, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel sad”

“It’s okay… maybe we should go back downstairs, I don’t want to be in a random persons room.”

“Nah don’t worry about it this is my room”

“O- oh okay”

Eren leaned in a bit closer, “you know your really pretty, right” you felt heat rush to your face as you quickly said “oh- umm thank you!” You felt his hand cup your face as he said “is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Yes please”

When his lips finally connected with yours the sweet taste of the strawberry lemonade filled your senses. He nibbled a bit on your lower lip letting you know to open your mouth a bit more letting his tongue slip in.

A little moan escaped your mouth as erens hand made its way to waist, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You make the cutest sounds” he hummed as he pulled away from your mouth.

“At any moment you want to stop, just let me know, okay” he spoke in a gentle but stern tone. “O-okay” you replied. “So are you like a… virgin?” Eren asked, “what! n-no, I’ve only done it once… it’s been a while” you said shifting your face away from his as embarrassment spread through your body like a wild fire.

“Look at me cutie, that’s totally okay. Is it okay if I take this off?” He asked as his fingers lingered on your skirt. “Yes please” you breathily murmured. Now that your skirt was off you were left in your lace panties and a tank top.

Eren began lightly sucking on your neck as he made his way closer to your chest, looking at you he asked for permission to remove your tank top and bra as was well which you quickly gave him a nod of approval. His mouth made its way to your breasts as he began sucking and licking your nipples, you could already tell that by the time he reached your panties you would be drenched.

“Fuck- your going to look so pretty all marked up” he spoke as his tongue sucked on your nipple while he rolled the other one with his thumb. “Pleaseee eren” you breathily moaned as the pulsing feeling in your pussy was growing stronger.

“Please what?” He teased, “eren!” You whined giving him a pouty face.

“Come on y/n, tell me”

“Eren please touch me!”

In an instant eren swiftly removed your underwear, he threw it to some random corner of his room. Before you could complain about him throwing them so far away you were pleasantly surprised when he thrusted two of his fingers into you.

You quickly smacked your hand over your mouth to conceal your moan. “I want to hear you” he said sternly, you quickly removed your hand from your mouth not wanting to disappoint eren.

“Much better”

Even though he was just fucking you with his fingers it felt so good. “Ah!” You moaned as you felt eren move his another finger to your little bundle of nerves. “You like that?” He questioned, although he knew the obvious answer.

“Yes! Feels ‘s- so good!” You managed to speak out. “I can feel you tightening around me, are you gonna cum?” Questioned eren. “Y..yes!” You moaned loudly as your body finally gave in to all of the pleasure as you hit your release.

Eren pulled his fingers away from you, your essence dripping down his hand. “Look you made a mess” he spoke as he brought his hand to his mouth. “Mmhm you taste sweet” he said after licking his fingers clean.

“Erenn that’s embarrassing” you whined throwing your arm up to cover your face. “Don’t do that” said a stern voice as a hand grabbed your wrist and brought it down to the side of your body.

“Don’t hide from me, I want to see your face” said eren, by now you could see his cock was hard, the outline very prominent in his pants. “Please eren” you panted as you squeezed your legs together in anticipation. “You want my cock?” Chuckled eren knowing that you desperately wanted him.

“Yes eren! Please”

“Good girl”

He slipped off his sweatpants and shirt, you could see how big his cock was just from the imprint in his boxers. Your mouth was basically drooling from staring at erens flawless washboard abs.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest when you felt eren rub is flushed tip against your soaking entrance. “Erennn just put in it” you whined giving eren a pouty face. “You are just so needy” he chuckled as he teased you a bit more. You gasped when you suddenly felt eren thrust himself into you, barley giving you any time to adjust to the feeling.

“Holy shit- your so tight” he swore as he picked up his pace. “Aah! Erennn” you moaned as his hips slammed against yours. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in, you tried to remember how it even escalated to this but your body was so overwhelmed with pleasure you were having a hard time remembering.

“H-harder!” You cried tightening yourself against eren. “Fuck” a curse slipped out of eren’s mouth as you did that. “Feels ‘s- so good” you said as ecstasy flowed through your body.

“Your being such a good girl for me, taking me so well fuck- such a good job” he praised as he fucked you at a ruthless pace.

As eren looked down at you tits bouncing up and down, he felt so much different than he did with other girls. He didn’t want to fuck you then throw you out, he wanted to cuddle with you and litter you with kisses. Was he crazy…? Or was he just catching feelings…?

“Keep going eren! I-I’m so close!” You moaned as one of eren hands made its was to your clit gently massaging it. “Your doing so fucking good for me, I know you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me” he said as he felt you squeeze him even tighter than before. You felt yourself finally hit your peak. Pure bliss washed over your body as you rode out your orgasm with a high pitch moan.

“Fuck” groaned eren as he quickly pulled out squirting his cum onto your stomach. After taking a couple deep breaths he got up, leaving you alone. You knew deep down all he wanted was sex, you decided that in a minute you would get up to clean yourself off then leave the party.

“Eren..?” You said in shock seeing him come out of the attached bathroom with a small damp towel. “Yes y/n?” He questioned as he made his way over to you then began cleaning you off.

“Oh- nothing!” You responded quickly smiling at the boy in front of you. “You didn’t think I was gonna leave you here, did you?” He questioned with a smile.

“What! No-” you replied with a huff, before you could finish eren cut you off with his laugh.

“I would never leave you here alone, I hope you know that”

“Yeah, I do now….”

“Good”

Eren laid down in bed next to you grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to his warm body.

“Goodnight y/n”

“Goodnight eren”

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Milkshakes

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Overwhelmed when Loki saves you, you respond to his kindness with fear. Determined to apologize, you seek Loki out to thank him with a couple of milkshakes and some fries. Warnings: a tad angsty but much fluff A/N: This is actually one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. Hope you all enjoy :)

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Of course it had to be during your lunch break that a supervillain attacked the city. Of course today you decided to go out to eat instead of packing something. And, of course you had to be walking by the building right as it crumbled. You started praying to any god that there may be to save you from being crushed. Though, you hadn’t actually expected one to save you.

In the moments before you would have been flattened, Loki put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Raising his free hand, a glimmering green force field appeared around you. The falling matter bounced off of it and landed around you, the shield offering strong protection. Of course you were thankful to be rescued, but did have to be Loki? You knew he was supposedly reformed, but so many news outlets still ran stories about how he was dangerous. A ticking time bomb. You’d never quite formed an opinion on him, and it was causing great conflict in you now. On the one hand, he looked very intimidating from this close, what with his impressive stature and horned helmet and all. But on the other, he was saving you from the actual super villain destroying the city. Perhaps if there wasn’t so much going on, you could think more clearly. Alas, your thoughts were a messy, confused jumble, leaving you fearful of the super-powered god in front of you.

“Are you alright?” he asked in his deep, smooth accent as the shield shimmered away into nothing. The god brought his arm to shield your eyes from the small pieces of debris still falling, the other one still around your waist in a protective manner. “Are you injured at all?

“I, um, uh, I- I,” you stammered, backing up. “Mhm. All good. Uhhh, thanks.”

You were certain you must be the most awkward person in history, but instead of making fun of you, Loki just looked sad. Even with the hurt behind his eyes, his arms shot out to catch you when you stumbled over the wreckage. He guided you away from the obstacles to a place where you could walk unhindered. He moved back from you as soon as he’d finished escorting you.

“You are welcome,” he finally responded. “I am sorry for frightening you. You should get somewhere safe.”

Without waiting for a reply, he left to rejoin the battle. You started retreating from the scene, steering as clear of any large structures as you could, cursing yourself the whole time. Loki had saved you, and you’d been afraid of him. What kind of nonsense was that? And you were certain he got that kind of reaction all the time, based on the way he’d looked at you and realized your bumbling actions were a result of fear. Fear of him after he’d so carefully and gently saved you.

You felt stupid and petty as you joined a throng of people being guided away from the scene. After nearly two years of working to protect the city, Loki should have gotten more praise and love than he did. You realized it now, only moments too late. Someone should tell him he was appreciated, a hero. And if no one else was going to do it, you resolved to do it yourself.

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The meeting was dreadfully boring, but someone had to go. Seeing as all the other Avengers were busy, that someone was Loki. Besides, Stark had told him it would be good for his image to head up the restoration of the city this time round. The committee and resources were all a part of Stark Industries, of course, so Loki felt there should be some employee to take care of it instead of him. But whatever, he’d been roped into it now, and he figured that there was some merit to what Tony has said about his reputation.

Luckily, with a week having passed since the battle, great headway had been made with the repairs, and the meeting was much shorter than expected. Itching to get outside, Loki headed to the main doors.

“You don’t understand,” Loki heard someone say to the receptionist as he approached the front desk. “He saved me the other day. I have to thank him. Please?”

Loki just rolled his eyes as he pushed through the turnstile. He couldn’t even begin to count how many fans had tried this tactic to meet their favorite Avengers. Granted, no one had ever tried to see him, but he was coming to terms with it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder which of his colleagues you were trying to get through to see. Perhaps Steve, or maybe even Thor. Loki was so lost in thought it barely even registered when the voice switched from pleading with the receptionist to calling after him.

He turned and stopped, recognizing the person jogging after him as you, who he remembered from the battle. “May I help you?” he asked in the most pleasant tone he could manage.

“Yeah. Uh, hi. I don’t know if you remember, but you saved me the other day,” you explained sheepishly. “You know, during the attack.”

“Yes, I recall.”

“Oh! Good. I just wanted to say thank you for that. For saving me, I mean. And the city.”

“I see,” the god replied, suspiciously raising an eyebrow. “Well then, you are welcome. Really, I was just doing my job, though.”

“Well, I still appreciate it.” There was a lapse in the conversation, as neither of you were really sure what to say next. “Can we go somewhere? Like for coffee or something. Can I buy you a coffee?”

Oddly enough, that made Loki distrust the situation even more. Ok, maybe you were actually a super nice person who had a guilty conscience for making him feel bad, and maybe that prompted you to come thank him properly. But that you wanted to buy him something, presumably to show your newfound appreciation? Absolutely preposterous. The only people who ever did something remotely as kind as that were his fellow Avengers, and not even all of them or particularly often. Any of the other people who openly supported him didn’t show appreciation, per se. It was more that they felt he’d done enough to redeem himself at this point, which wasn’t exactly the most thrilling phrasing either. But here you were, awkwardly shuffling your feet and asking to buy him coffee. Loki supposed he shouldn’t pass such an opportunity up. And yet, he probably was going to.

“No thank you,” he finally replied, shaking himself from the shocked, catatonic state he’d fallen into. “I do not much like coffee.”

As he walked away, he thought that would be the end of it. That perhaps you’d only been talking to him in the hopes he’d invite you to see the other Avengers, too. That maybe you’d go back to trying to wheedle your way inside at the front desk. Much to his surprise, you came hurrying after him.

“Wait,” you called. “Ok, so scratch the coffee. How about ice cream or tea or a milkshake or something? Anything really, you name it.”

Now that you were outside, he observed you again while he thought, as if hoping the sunlight would reveal your true intentions. He couldn’t find anything malicious in your expression, just some sort of anxiety. Loki must have taken too long in coming to a decision, because you started rambling.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to pressure you into it or anything, but I wanted to do something nice to say thank you and-” you cut off and bit your lip. “Is this stupid? It sounds stupid. It’s probably stupid. I’ll go now. Again, I’m really sorry to have bothered you.”

“One moment,” he said before you could make your retreat. “You said anything I want, correct?” You eagerly nodded as Loki got an idea. “Alright then. I would like a five course meal at the nicest restaurant in London, please and thank you.”

“I, um. I know I said anything but, uh...” You noticed his serious expression had turned into a sly grin. “You’re joking, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. My apologies, but I simply could not resist,” he chuckled.

You began to laugh, too. Not in a way that made him think it was out of courtesy or pity, but an honest to goodness laugh. Briefly, he thought it one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard, before quickly shaking the idea from his mind. It was ridiculous; he hardly even knew you. But you seemed pretty adamant on showing your gratitude. Plus, you’d apologized to him, which was more than he could say for most of the people in his life.

“You know, I would usually say tea, but a milkshake actually sounds quite lovely right now,” he told you once you’d calmed down. “That is, if the offer is still open.”

“Of course it is!” you happily told him, the smile on your face growing. Not to mention you seemed much more at ease. “I actually know a great diner that’s just a short walk from here, if that works for you.”

“By all means, lead the way.”

It took approximately ten minutes to get to the restaurant. After properly introducing yourselves, you kept up a light dialogue. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly; just hesitant, as if both of you were afraid of saying the wrong things and shattering the blissful moment. Loki still couldn’t bring himself to fully trust you. Such a feeling just wasn’t in his nature, especially not when it came to someone he just met and had a considerably rocky start with. Even so, he found himself enjoying your company.

Arriving at the diner, Loki held the door open for you as you walked in. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait for a seat, the classic red stools at the bar free at this time of the afternoon. Loki swiveled the seat back and forth ever so slightly, and found himself chuckling when he caught you doing the same thing. You offered him a shy smile as a waitress handed the both of you a menu.

The God of Mischief had only ever had the pleasure of drinking a milkshake once before, a vanilla one when the team had convinced him to try it on one of their outings. He’d thoroughly enjoyed it and planned on playing it safe by ordering the same thing now. When you asked what he was getting, though, you were having none of that. After nearly five minutes of rousing debate, you’d finally talked him up to chocolate. Part of him was having so much fun with the discussion and how animated you became about the topic that he almost didn’t want to concede. But the waitress came back to take your orders, and he didn’t want to make her leave and come back again.

“Oh, and some French fries too please,” you added after ordering your favorite milkshake.

Loki shot you a perplexed look. “French fries?” he asked after the waitress moved away.

“Yeah. Please tell me you’ve heard of them before.”

“I have. I have even eaten them a few times before, believe it or not,” he answered as you turned to face him, leaning on the counter. “But are you certain they go with a milkshake?”

Your jaw dropped open. “Of course they do. Listen, Loki, you haven’t lived until you’ve dipped French fries in a milkshake. You’ll love it, I promise.”

You continued to help him expand his knowledge of Midgardian cuisine as you waited for your order to come. Once it arrived, you dipped a fry in your shake, just as you had said, trying to convince him just how delicious it truly was. The trickster skeptically picked one up and mimicked your actions, plunging it into the frothy liquid. The second it hit his tongue, his face lit up in pure delight.

“See, I told you,” you laughed.

“Indeed you did,” he said back, the corners of his eyes crinkling from how wide his smile was.

An hour and another order of fries later, the two of you finished your snack. Loki was in a better mood than he’d been all month. Honestly, he was a little sad when the bill came.

“Are you certain you do not want me to pay?” he checked as you fished out a twenty from your wallet to cover the low-cost meal. “Or we could split it, at least.”

“Loki, it’s fine,” you giggled. “This is me thanking you, remember? And, honestly, it’s me apologizing, too. I was just startled the other day and there was a lot going on. I hadn’t ever really thought about what I’d do if I met an Avenger, least of all if it happened while they were saving my life. I was overwhelmed; I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about yourself or anything.” Without really thinking about it, your hand moved to rest on top of his. It was a surprise to Loki, but a welcome one. “Because—and I can say this with absolute certainty—you’re amazing, Loki. You do so much for the city. I hope you know how appreciated you are, at least by me.”

His other large hand came to cover yours. “Thank you, darling.” He didn’t mean to say the pet name, but it just slipped out. “I cannot express how much that means to me.”

Somewhere in his heart, he wanted to tell you everything, make you privy to all his inner turmoil. But that was buried underneath years of pain and rejection, too heavy to move for someone he didn’t know all too well, no matter how connected he felt to you in this moment. So he let the urge pass over him, hoping his thanks would be sufficient enough in expressing how he felt.

“You’re welcome, Loki,” you told him, squeezing his hand. Then you stood up. “So, I guess I’ll be letting you get on with your day then. This was really nice, though. Thanks for agreeing to it.”

“You’re welcome and thank you,” he replied. “It really was.”

After waving goodbye to each other, you exited and Loki stayed where he was, picking at the last few nubs of fries left in the basket. He didn’t know exactly why he didn’t leave, too. Just that something was missing.

“Ah, young love,” the elderly waitress who had been serving you all day said to Loki as she came to collect the empty dishes. “Magical, isn’t it?”

“Love?” Loki choked out. “I am afraid you are quite mistaken. It was not even a date. I hardly even know them. I will probably never even see them again.”

“And you’re just gonna let them walk out?” she tsked. “It’s a right shame, sonny. Let me tell you, you don’t just let something like that walk out on ya.”

He looked at the door for a second in melancholic contemplation before bolting out after you. He shouted his thanks to the waitress as he pushed open the glass door, exiting out into the harsh sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, they scanned for your form before it walked out of his life forever. Spotting you, he jogged in your direction and called your name. Funny, he thought, how just earlier that day the roles had been reversed.

“Loki?” you asked, stopped on the sidewalk as he caught up to you. “Are you ok? Did something happen?”

“Actually, the problem is what did not happen.” He kicked a rock with his shoe, as suddenly the ground became very interesting to him. His insides were a nervous mess. Clearing his throat, he gathered his courage to continue. “See, I do not have any way of contacting you again. And it had been my sincere hope that you would want to do this again, let me take you out somewhere.”

“That sounds amazing,” you agreed, jotting down your number on an old receipt you’d found in your wallet. Smirking, you parroted back his words from earlier. “How about you take me for a five course meal in London?”

“Oh, so you have turned my own jokes against me. How very clever of you,” he laughed. “What if we just went to see a movie, instead?”

“Perfect,” you nodded. “Just text me a time and place, and I’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it. As soon as I buy the tickets, I shall let you know.”

“Sounds awesome! It’s a date.”

As you parted ways, for real this time, it registered in Loki’s mind what you’d said. He hadn’t particularly been thinking about his phrasing or in what way he was asking you to hang out. But apparently you’d taken it as an invitation for a date. As Loki arrived back at the Tower and flopped onto his bed, already dreaming of your laugh, he found he was quite happy that you had.

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