#or maybe fangirling too close to the sun

[disney-forever-and-evermore]

apparently being petty and fucking stubborn about the fact that spotify wrapped gives you inaccurate and useless stats so exporting data every six months and calculating it and making graphs on all on your own is like really impressive to universities

my friends though i was insane

so now i have not only my spotify data but my movie, tv, and book graphs. only my books show that at least 55% of the 34627 pages i read is fanfic

i would not be revealing such information and keeping it vague but like yeaaaaah guess being insane has it's benefits

[libertyybellls]

FEVERS !

finnick x reader series

pre seventieth-hunger games

contains; angst, heartbreak, second perspective, little to no use of ‘y/n’.

the water is anything but a mirror of your stagnant body, the waves are fighting the shore- crashing angrily as if to make a point of the fury climbing through your body.

you’re still, despite the slight water droplets tickling your bare legs. another year, another reaping, a handful of deaths. and with reapings in district four, came finnick, finally returning from the capitol.

it wasn’t hard to go on with your life without him, the most difficult of times being when you’d wake up with things to tell him, not knowing what was going on in his life. remembering how he looked down on you, how he laughed pointedly in your face before treating you like one of his fangirls- pretentiously slamming the door in your face.

but you were fine on your own now, over four long years had passed by in a flash and you’d left him alone- though he was everywhere and nowhere all at once.

you didn’t see him at the lighthouse near the pier, you didn’t hear him lauging when you’d walk to school together, you didn’t smell the sea salt whenever he’d walk into any room, didn’t feel the water spraying over you shivering body when he’d shake his wet hair out of the beach.

none of it mattered, your best friend was gone. you’d unfailingly remember the day finnick had been reaped, he wasn’t too sterling on putting on a mask back then. his eyes blown, his hesitance to step up to that stage. his eyes would’ve found yours in any crowd then. you thought you’d gone through the worst of it all losing him- oh, how you thought it was all over.

it was a dark morning in district four, you were simply just impending your attendance at the reaping to conclude, then return back to your bed, easier said than done.

your body distastefully pulled itself from the sand as the sun creeped up on the shoreline, signaling the end of your escape.

your mind was elsewhere- zoning out into your own world of issues until that familiar hue of lilacs from the hydrangea bush near your home caught your eye.

the trek from the beach was short, and your home was small. despite the fact that district four was amongst the wealthiest districts, the balance came in practical ways; enough food to go round, electricity and power for each family, but still treacherous working conditions.

finnick is standing behind the placemats of where the tributes will stand minutes from now, he can spot you in any crowd- but it scares him in a way. why can he only see you? despite the sea of girls your age surrounding you he can only see you.

the video plays, the same video that plays every year before finnick gets to get a good look at his tributes. it’s snow, he talks of war, of despair- as if the districts are a stranger to it.

usually he zones out, usually he doesn’t mind the names called. but something feels wrong about this day in particular. something that makes him easily strartled, like he should run.

you keep your eyes to your shoes, to the sand that covers the tips of them- but you can still feel his eyes, they’re burning you. not quite like the sun that scorches your eyes, but a burn you couldn’t hide from.

“ladies first!” your escorts voice is too peppy, it scratches your ears wrong. you just want to go home, more than usual. you want to close in on yourself.

the crinkling of the unfolding paper echoes through the microphone, a smile on the escorts painted lips, you almost feel like your dreaming.

you and finnicks minds are brought back to reality when your name is called. finnicks mind must have made it up, maybe hes been plagued with sun poisoning. his excuse is cut short as the girls around you form a gaping path from you to the stage, he knows you want to disappear, a part of him does too. your mother lets out a wail, but you can’t look at her- only as the peace keepers who lead you with hands on your back your back to the stage.

finnicks guilt consumes him wholly, it was surely his fault. something he did, something he said- he got your name into that bowl far too many times then it needed to be. he sees your face, he sees your tense shoulders as you walk your way up the stairs, onto the placemat on the stage. he knows you feel closed in at the stares, at the eyes of everyone- the cameras.

this is sickening, how well he can read you after all these years. how he has instantly promised to any god that was listening that he would not sleep until you made it out, that he would not quit the pleasure and charms of the capitolites until they gave you all of the materials you needed.

sickening, how your hair had waves it in- and he instantly knew it was from you taking your hair out of braids after they’d gotten wet from the saltwater. how you were slowly blinking- your dead give away at calming yourself down.

he cursed the crowd, he cursed snow, he cursed himself. how has nobody volunteered? how could snow try and hurt you after he’s spent so long shielding you from this exact moment? how could he let himself sit here and do nothing?

“and now, the boys!” the escorts voice makes finnick sick now, he swears he can feel blood dripping down his ears. the same voice that called out yours- that tried to take you to your death. “lux dagon!”

you’ve heard of him before, he’s a year older than you. he’s said to be charming, smart, likeable. all of your premonitions are proven to be true when he squares his shoulders off, a captivating smile flooding his mouth. unlike you, he doesn’t hesitate to stride up to the stage- he was a career child.

he’d waited his whole life for this moment, he was smarter, stronger, taller, and faster than you. his eyebrows were thick and dark, just like his round eyes. olive skin, and dark hair that fringed down to his forehead.

you were sure you were dead this moment, you were dead and you couldn’t even put up a fight. it was slightly enthralling, how your last bit of hope for survival was crushed at one mere name.

luxs smile reappears when he turns to you, the color was drained for your face- mouth slightly agape. he winks incredulously as he sticks his hand out to shake yours. you take it, well aware of the fact that your hand is very-likely soaked in sweat.

you can’t keep eye contact with him, all you can see is your mother being held back by peacekeepers- her face would be etched into your mind for some time. her only child, only family- you felt saddest for her most of all. because you knew this would be the last she saw of you before you’d be killed on television- you didn’t want to think about how helpless she’d feel, how she’d never quite be the same.

you try not to pay any mind to finnick as you make your way to the train car. infact, you don’t pay mind to anyone.

but nevertheless, finnick is hot on your tail- leaving no room for personal space. you’re sure it will be a long train ride, silent on your part.

the walls are dark grey, lined with gold. light fixtures decorate every surface. a plethora of food and drinks await you, none of it is fish nor vegetables. you don’t know what it is, but your stomach can’t handle the sight of it.

you sit on a red couch, gold hugs the ends of the seat. lux joins, taking the spot next to you. you don’t cause a stir when finnick sits in front of you, and certainly not when mags sits diagonal.

it almost feels like a sick joke to finnick, the idea that you’re infront of him after all these years, and not saying a word. you’re alive but you’re about to face issues larger than you’re ready for. it feels like he might never escape, like he may never rid himself of being tormented.

a voice tears him from his thoughts, “so, what can i do to win?” lux asks eagerly, his hands are clasped and his elbows are on his knees- eyeing finnick and mags.

finnick is solely not in a fit state to humor his excitement. looking to his lap with a sigh then pinching the bridge of his nose. “that’s a broad question.”

lux can’t sense the bitterness in his words, it almost seemed unprofessional of finnick. your district-mate mutters soemthing about how he’s already well equipped to kill, “water? what if it’s dry land?”

mags gets up from her seat, coughing- off to the bathroom. lux then splays his hands on his jean clad knees, and pushes himself up, irritated at the lack of response.

you can’t help but agree, if you’d really cared that much- if you were truly that desperate to win, and had been asking for advice to no avail, you’d be indignant as well.

one out of sight, finnick looks straight at you. your back is leaning into the cushion of the couch, hands fiddling. he wants to know where you are right now- that sinking dazed look is in your eyes, all he wants is to throw the rope and get you out of your head. “they love him already.”

you snap your head at his words, he doesn’t say your name- but it’s the first time you’ve heard his voice speak to yours in years. his words are covering the sweetness in his voice. you take this chance to study his face, a lot has changed- you just wished it wasn’t in these circumstances that you’d see your best friend again.

he sighs, “y/n.” finnicks eyes are pleading with yours now, “focus, if you can’t beat him, join him. we can’t have him being district fours favorite.”

your eyebrows furrow, you want to scream at him, it doesn’t feel right simply speaking to him- it felt too soon, but so long. “i’m sorry.” you let out a sigh, “can you speak in simpler terms, the poverty back home has given me brain rot- mr odair.” the ridicule in your tone has him seething, knuckles white as he grips the chair.

you’d never been one to simply forgive, you always held grudges, but never with him- it never should’ve been that way. finnick didn’t know what he expected when he thought he could simply prance into your life once more and beg for you to do as he says. he should’ve known you’d come up with a million reasons as to why he thinks he’s better than you, he knew you’d tricked yourself into thinking that he was on some sort of capitol high horse after winning.

but it’s what you’d do, what you’d always done. as if you were in a constant state of survival- this only scared him. finnick knew he’d make you a winner, no matter what it would take. he had nothing left to give to the capitol, his dignity, his body, his mind, but he swore he’d get you out of this- though he also knew the victors life would tear you to shreds.

you didn’t want to treat him this way, it was only the way he looked at you like he was high and mighty. so egotistical, nothing like the boy you once knew. as if his mind was superior to yours, like he was too snotty to be in your presence.

he sits up in his chair, running a hand through his hair before leaning close to you. “i’m just trying to help you.”

you knew this, yet you couldn’t take it. his advice burned your ears, it made you feel small. to have him try to teach you, after all that’s happened.

after a few beats of your eyes latching onto the ground- neglecting eye contact as he desperately tried to gauge your interest, he stood up, almost disappointedly. you supposed this was him turning in for the night.

the sceneries whizzed past you in the window, greens and brows in a haze. you just wanted to be back home, on the beach- far far away from the capitol. though like many things, it seemed too good to be true.

you couldn’t help but think about finnick, how all you needed was him right now- his laugh, the way he’d always know what to say. but you didn’t recognize him, the times you’d forget you weren’t friends, or even civil haunted you.

how did either of you forgive yourselves for letting things become this way, to have gone from a connection you were born to have built, to being unable to speak.

your mind blames him, blamed the fact that he’d changed and forgot to tell you, the fact that he’d slammed the door in your face. but your conscious thoughts blamed yourself, for not understanding what he’d gone through, for not being more patient.

and so you’d close your eyes, thinking of the times finnick had helped your mom cook fish- insisting to her that it’s impossible to burn fish. he wore a sweet smile then, his hair was shorter- he looked more comfortable in his own skin. you wondered when that had all changed, when things had been turned this way.

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a/n: this was just a preface! not an actual chapter. i actually hate this with my whole heart but i needed to get this out of the way so the story would make sense. trust they’ll work it out !!

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[carefreecoffee]

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ Calm with you: Keigo Takami x Male reader⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

Word count: 2.8k, Male reader

The day was going great, the sun was out, the citizens were out among the city enjoying the brisk weather. And even hawks were having a calm patrol day for once, it seemed like everything was at its finest. That was until the squeal of a herd of fans reached his ears. He didn't hate his fans- no he loved them, loved talking to them, giving them what they want and even toying with the ones who found him fairly attractive. It was always a fun game of cat and mouse for him. 

Hawks stood in the middle of the crowd, his signature playful smile on his face as he signed autographs for the fangirls who were gathered around him. A few fans in particular were fangirling over his appearance, a few even taking covert pictures as they asked him to sign their stuff. As he finished signing the last autograph Hawks looked over towards the crowd, taking note of the girl's faces as they continued to fangirl. The attention from fans wasn't anything new for him, if anything he found it funny. He flashed them another charming smile.

Just then, a few of the more vocal fangirls began asking for his phone number, which wasn’t unusual for Hawks. Normally, he would just politely turn them down and continue signing autographs, but this time something was different.

One of the girls leaned in a bit too close, putting a hand on his arm as she spoke. Others began asking if he was already taken, the questions growing more and more personal with each passing second.

Hawks found himself growing a bit uncomfortable with the situation. He was used to fan girls being a bit forward, but this was just starting to get excessive. Though he tried to keep a cool composure, his wings twitched at his sides, betraying his calm demeanor.

As he began taking candid photos again he suddenly felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He let out a small sigh of relief, now being able to retreat from the situation he had found himself in, before discreetly slipping his phone out of his pocket.

'Angel'. That's the nickname he had set for you in his phone. "One sec, chickies." He flashed the fans one more charming smile before walking a short distance away from the crowd and answering the call.

"Hey, you." he said in a soft, playful voice, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against a building, holding the phone to his ear.

"Hey babe, i'm heading out to the store, need anything?" His mind suddenly soothed at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat. Hearing your tone was like music to his ears, making his mood instantly lighten.

"Nah, I’m good." He said, unable to keep the smile off his face "When will you be back at your place?"

“Hm, maybe about an hour or two. Whatcha up to?”

He glanced over at the crowd of fangirls who were still watching rather not discreetly. "Just signing a few autographs. Got a little swarmed by a bunch of giggling fan girls." He chuckled lightly, his wings fluffing up a little in irritation.

“Jesus, sounds horrible” You chuckle, humming in thought. “You wanna meet me at home in a couple hours?”

He glanced back at the crowd of fangirls, his irritation getting the better of him. "Yeah, I could definitely use a break. There’s only so much fangirling I can take." He let out a small sigh, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Well then how about this, you pick up some fried chicken while you're out and we can have an indoor date. You seem stressed Kei and i can practically feel your wings puffing from here haha”

He smiled softly, loving that you could always tell when he was irritated. "Alright, alright, I'll get some fried chicken." He agreed,

"And maybe a bottle of wine?"

“Mhm, and a bottle of wine”

He chuckled, his wings puffing up a bit at your response. "You’ve got a deal. I'll pick up some fried chicken and a bottle of wine, then I'll head to yours. See you soon, babe."

You hummed into the phone, reaching the grocery store, “Alright then, bye birdy!”

He smiled at the cute nickname, his wings fluffing up a bit in response. Despite being known as the fastest, most handsome, cocky ‘Number Two hero!’... he couldn't help but have a soft spot for the pet name you had given him.

"Bye, angel." He cooed before hanging up the phone and stuffing it back into his pocket. He took a deep breath, straightening himself up before turning and strutting back over towards the crowd of fangirls, that signature charming smile back on his face.

~

After the crowd died down, he had been able to finish his shift, file his reports and head back to your humble abode. A small bag of fried chicken in his hands as he unlocked the front door. He pushed the door open, a wave of relief washing over him as he stepped inside.

"Babe? I’m home!"

He set the bag of fried chicken on the kitchen table and quickly kicked off his shoes, his wings puffing up with relief as he let out a soft sigh. The peace and quiet of the apartment was a welcome change to the small hassle he had faced that day.

You walk in from the bedroom, blankets in hand for the small dinner date on your living room floor. Noticing hawks, you smile. “Hey, baby”

He looks up at the sound of your voice, a smile instantly spreading across his face. Seeing you like this, with your disheveled hair, comfortable outfit, and calm demeanor, always made his heart skip a beat. He loved these moments they had together in the apartment, away from the noise and drama of the world.

"Hey." He said, his voice softer than usual. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, taking a few steps towards you. His eyes quickly roam over your form before he speaks again, a playful smile on his face.

"You look comfy." He comments, his eyes flicking down to the blankets in your hands "And I see you’re making a blanket nest."

You roll your eyes, leaning in to peck his lips. “Of course you would call it a nest” Moving past him, you settle the blankets on the ground neatly.

He smirks as you peck his lips. Watching you move by him, his eyes wandering over your form again. "Well, what else would it be? It's not a bed, it's not a couch, it's a comfy little bundle of blankets on the floor. Sounds like a nest to me."

As you finished setting down the blankets, he went in, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I missed you." He murmured, his voice low as he nuzzled his face deeper into your neck.

You turn around to face him, hugging him back and resting your face in the dip of his broad shoulder. “Mm i missed you too Kei”

He tightened his grip around you, his wings fluffing up in contentment. He loved the sound of his real name on your lips, it always sent a shiver down his spine. "You have no idea how exhausting it was today." He mumbled, relishing in the feeling of your touch, your scent, and your presence. It was like he was addicted to it.

You pull back, running a hand through his crazy hair and finally getting a good look at his face. The small bags under his eyes served as evidence to his exhausting endeavors. “Wanna talk about it over food?”

He let out a small sigh, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. After a moment, he reluctantly pulled back and nodded, a weary expression on his face.

"Yeah, I could eat."

You pull away from the embrace, bringing the wine and fried chicken over to your makeshift bedding. Keigo went into your kitchen, finding two wine glasses and heading over to where you had sat. 

His stomach growled at the thought of food, reminding him just how hungry he was after a long day of hero work. He sat down next to you, a small smile playing across his face and his wings fluffed up a bit in anticipation. 

He opened the bottle of wine and poured the glasses, setting the bottle down beside him and handing you one of the glasses. He took a sip of his own wine, the liquid going down smooth.

"You know, I have to say, coming home to you is always the best part of my day." He commented, his wings fluffing up a bit in contentment. Despite the exhaustion from being swarmed by fangirls, and the irritation he felt earlier, being with you made it all better.

You lean on his shoulder, sipping your wine with a hum. “Yeah?”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer against his side. He rested his head against yours, his smile growing a bit wider at your question.

"Yeah." He confirmed, taking another sip of wine. "There's just something about being with you that makes everything better. It's like you've got this magic power that makes all my stress and irritation disappear."

You snort a laugh and nod, “Same with you birdie, glad to see you back in one piece”

He chuckled at your comment, a smug smile spreading across his lips. He puffed out his wings a bit, his ego slightly inflated at the praise.

"Of course I'm back in one piece. Nothing can bring down this bird." He said arrogantly, chuckling again. He took another sip of his wine, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through his body.

“Really? You sounded pretty stressed on the phone earlier”

His smile faltered at your comment, a weary expression crossing his face. He let out a small sigh, his wings drooping a bit as he remembered how irritated he had been with the fans earlier.

"Yeah, that mob of fangirls earlier was pretty relentless. They just wouldn't leave me alone, asking all these personal questions and trying to get my number and stuff. It was exhausting, to say the least."

You moved the chicken closer to the two of you, taking a piece. “Well, now you're with your doting boyfriend!” 

He chuckled at your words, the irritation fading as he leaned against you. He grabbed a piece of chicken, taking a bite, the greasy food instantly lifting his spirits. "Yeah, I guess that's true." He said, a small cheeky smile on his face as he spoke. "My adorable boyfriend is much better company than a crowd of fangirls.”

He took another bite of fried chicken, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked over at you. "And I don't have to deal with any personal questions of uncomfortable pictures being taken of me when I'm in your company." He added, his voice teasing.

“I can change that” You empty your hands and pull out your phone, shifting closer to face him. You clear your throat, trying to put on your best interviewer voice. “Hawks, hawks!”

He raised an eyebrow, letting out an exaggerated gasp as you did so. "Oh no, not the media!" He said in a dramatic voice, trying(and failing) to hide the grin that was pulling at his lips.

“Haha, Hawks Hawks! Which grocery store do you shop at!?” You snap a few photos of him, flash on and all.

He feigned surprise at your question, playing along with your little game. He struck a pose and placed a hand on his chest, acting as overdramatic as possible.

"What, you want to know my shopping habits? Alright, I'll spill the beans. I shop at the fancy, celebrity grocery store, where all the other heroes go." He said with a wink, posing for another picture.

“Wowwwww, do you have any cool vacation spots!?”

He thought for a moment, pretending to take your question seriously as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh, you know, just the usual. Exotic beaches, luxury hotels, and exclusive hero resorts." He said, acting like an experienced traveler as he winked at the camera again. He seemed to be enjoying this little game way too much.

“Oh wowww~” You coo mockingly. “Any partner, a girlfriend perhaps?” You cover your mouth, chuckling behind the back of your hand.

He feigned surprise at the question, acting as if it was the first time he had ever been asked about his personal life. He placed a hand over his heart and looked at you with a dramatic expression.

"Me? A partner? Oh no, I'm much too busy for that kind of thing. Being a hero is a full-time job, you know.” He said, dramatically throwing a hand in the air as if to say, “what can you do”. He was enjoying this little act, and it showed.

You raise your brows, lowering the phone a bit. “Wow Mr. Pro, you're such a mysterious hunk” The sarcasm was practically dripping from your tone as you feigned awe.

He chuckled, loving the way you were playing along. He leaned back a bit on his hands, a cocky smirk on his face and his wings puffing out a bit.

"Oh, you bet I'm a mystery. A total enigma. A complete and total hunk. Girls all over the city are dying to get a piece of this." He said, gesturing to himself with a cocky wave of his hand. 

He laughed at his own words, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you with a smug expression.

"But you don't have to worry, babe. My heart's already tied up with a pretty little bird." He said, flashing you a smirk and a wink. 

You finally ended your charade, setting the phone next to the both of you and ruffling his dirty blonde locs. “Ya big goof” 

He lets out a dramatic whine at you ruffling his hair, pouting like a puppy as he bats your hand away. "Hey! Don't mess up the meticulously coiffed hair of Japan's number two hero!" He teased, his wings puffing out in mock offense.

You hum, glancing at him as you sit along his legs. “Apologies, oh great hero!”

He chuckled, his wings fluttering as you moved into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against him.

"Ah, I suppose I can let it slide. After all, my absolutely gorgeous boyfriend is the one who did it. I guess he gets a pass." He said, a small smirk on his face as he looked down at you, his arms holding you tight against him.

You feel your face heat up a bit at the closeness, smiling as you lean in to kiss his soft lips. He grins back at you, leaning in to meet you halfway, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek as he kissed you deeply. He hums against your lips, savoring the feel of you in his arms and the taste of your mouth on his. You sensed his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon, blocking out the dim light of your home.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and gazing into your eyes. He gently runs his thumb over your cheek, a soft, affectionate expression on his face

"You know, doing this little interview might have been the best idea you've ever had." He said, his voice soft and affectionate.

You shrug and lean into him as well, head resting upon his chest. “Couldn't have done it without my model”

He huffs a soft laugh, his warm breath tickling your neck slightly. He moves one arm underneath you, holding you closer against him as he plants soft, feather-like kisses on your neck

"Ah, now you're buttering me up. I swear, you just love to stroke my already-inflated ego, don't you?" He teased, though the smirk on his face was loving and affectionate.

You roll your eyes and lean back to meet his eyes. “Never mind, you're a horrible model” 

He gasped dramatically, feigning offence at your words. "Hey! I'll have you know, I'm an excellent model. How else do you think I got so many fangirls and so many magazine covers?" He said, his wings fluffing up in mock-annoyance. Though his voice was still light-hearted and teasing.

“Yeah yeah” You pull off of his lap, leaning next to him once more and passing him the box of chicken. “Don't let it get cold now” You kiss his cheek before picking up your glass once more.

He grumbled a bit as you got off his lap, but the moment you passed him the chicken, his attention shifted back to the food. He grabbed a piece and immediately started eating, all thoughts of his 'mock-offense' melting away as he focused on his food

"Yeah you know what, who needs photo shoots and magazine covers when I've got fried chicken?" He joked, stuffing a piece into his mouth and looking at you with a full mouth.

“ ‘nd ma bootiful boyfriend” He mumbled, mouth full and words jumbled as he leaned into you humbly.

[probadbatch]

A few thoughts as we head into this finale...

Star Wars was my first love and it's the love that's never left me. From the moment I saw those twin suns set over Tatooine, I was a goner. There have been times when it's been on the back burner, so to speak, but it's always been there and always will be. It's special to me like nothing else.

The Bad Batch is special to me even beyond that.

I've been here since their first appearance in the Clone Wars and I never could have predicted how much the Bad Batch would come to mean to me. This show has been so much more than I ever imagined. It's been joy, it's been heartbreak, it's been intrigue, and it's been hope. These boys and everyone I've met in this corner of fandom have woven their way into my heart in a way I couldn't undo even if I wanted.

I have no intention of packing it up and moving on as soon as the finale is finished. I'm not ready yet. But I imagine there will eventually come a day when even the Bad Batch moves to that back burner in my brain and one day this blog may not appear very active. I promise you I will still be lurking somewhere on tumblr and the Bad Batch is still very much on my mind somewhere.

If you find this post in a year or five or ten, please know that I am always ready to dive right back into peak fangirl mode with you. I will never think it's weird if you reach out and want to talk Star Wars or Bad Batch. Whether you are an old fan like me or just discovering this show for the first time years from now, I already consider us best friends and I will be thrilled to join you in whatever stage of fandom you find yourself in.

I've been a Star Wars fan since I was ten years old. Back then, there were only six movies and I was too young to appreciate that as far as anyone really knew, Star Wars had just closed its final chapter. If there's anything I've learned since then, it's that the story lives on in all of us - and who knows? Maybe one day it will return to the screen too.

Just because this show is wrapping up doesn't mean our love for it will end. Things will begin to look different after tomorrow and that is a little sad to think about but it can still be something we love just as much. Bittersweet as it is, I am looking forward to stepping into that new phase with all of you.

I don't know what's going to happen in the finale. What I do know is that the last few years have been a wonderful gift and I am more grateful than I can ever say. I will cherish this show and the memories it's given me for the rest of my life.

So as this chapter closes and we prepare to move on to the next one, I just want to thank you all for being such an incredible part of this experience for me.

I love you all.

[doki-doki-imagines]

author notes: something quick born from a chat with @mcdonaldsnumberone, I hope our chats will never come out LMAO. This idea come from an old gintama post I made years ago, but I love the idea.

tw: suggestive content but nothing happens

Michael Kaiser – Yellow Persian cat

-Michael doesn’t know how he found himself in this situation, he only knew that he finished training, showered and started to walk towards your house, happy to finally be able to see you after so long afar from each other.

-All of sudden everyone was taller than a building and- Was this fur?? Imagine his surprise when looking at himself on a shop mirror he saw a cat.

-“Incredible, I look good even as a cat”

-Sun was going to leave soon his place to the moon and kitty Kaiser decided to place himself in an empty card box left on the main street, then a drop, and then another one.

“Don’t tell me it’s starting to rain-“ A loud thunder, his pointy ears turn downward “Fuck” People starts to run left and right, nobody had pity on the poor pathetic left in a wet card box meow meow at their feet.

“Oh! Poor kitty come here.” An angelic voice that Michael can recognize between a million of others; yours.

-That’s how he found himself in your house, clean and dry, looking at you trying to cook for the both of you.

-“You know this is Michael's favorite food, he is my boyfriend, by the way, I suppose you’ll meet him soon.” You put both your food on the table, finally sitting down. The melancholic undertone isn’t missed by your boyfriend that starts to rub his face toward yours.

“You are so nice, meanwhile he is the bane of my existence-” The yellow cat stop his action, if you listened closely you could hear a huff coming out his little mouth “but I miss him so much, God.” You put your face in your hands, fork still inside the plate and a loud sniff escapes your mouth.

“I still didn’t hear him today, maybe he got caught in between his fangirls, who knows.” You let out a fake giggle, the one Michael is used to hearing when you want to break off tension.

But nothing right now could pull together his broken heart.

“I know he isn’t that dumb-“ and Michael can’t stop weighting “that” “but I get worried you know? Even more when you are afar for this long” you fill a bowl with water that you position right after the plate filled with food for the kitty “Ahh! I’m so dumb! Me and my insecurities, fuck me!” Kitty Michael can only look at you with wide eyes, his tongue poking out licking slowly some water from the bowl.

-Soon going through this sad parenthesis kitty Kaiser didn’t mind his life as a cat after all, not only he found new topics that you absolutely need to discuss when he’d go back to normal, but he could enter the bathroom when you are showering!

“What are you doing here? Are you curious? Or you are just a pervert kitty?” You let out a giggle, a real one this time, and Michael felt like melting and becoming one with the floor of your bathroom.

You, all wet and happy.

He is a pervert in the soul.

-Plus the biscuit making, ohhh the feeling of your chest and ass, your soft tummy under his paws, and not a single slap behind his neck.

-And your heart thrumming the perfect lullaby to make him fall asleep.

-“M-MICHAEL?” What a terrible way to be woken up.

“Why are you screaming so early in the mor-“

“Then why are you naked!?” Seems like the curse was temporary after all.

“Well, well, the bane of our existence is here to teach you something.”

“Mh?” You widen your eyes, his strong arms at either side of your head lifting him on top of you in all his naked glory.

“This guy here has eyes only for you.” It’s a quick kiss, one that follows many deeper ones “I missed you too liebe.” You don’t have to reply back with sass, you just hold him closer to you.

-You’ll have time later to tease him about his tail swinging left and right like a happy pup; seems like the curse didn’t totally wear off…

Kenyu Yukimiya – Salt&pepper giant Schnauzer

-Look, it’s still hard to understand what is going on, but for sure waking up with Otoya at your doorstep with a giant dog wasn’t something you were expecting.

-“Take him just for today, I think you’d get along, plus I’ve seen today it’s your free day so you have no excuses” He talks as fast as possible, some words lost but one thing is sure; you had to take care of this big boy.

-You look at him, he looks at you, up and down, like he is judging your pajamas (that you honestly find wonderful) and you both let out a sigh; seems like you are on the same wavelength.

-Honestly, you thought having to deal with such a big dog would have been a mess, but he is so well behaved?? You notice he probably can’t see well, so you guide him a little trying to make him memorize your house.

-“Otoya called you Yuki, right? My boyfriend has a similar surname but you are cuter!” The dog that was previously swagging his tail with tongue poking out just stopped, still as a stone, almost…menacing? But you don’t get bothered too much, patting his head and calling him good boy.

-He follows you like a shadow, never leaving your side and looking at you with eyes full of love, they got aggressive when during a walk to the park some guys tried to hit on you, he even growled at them! But luckily you sent them off quickly and went on with your walk.

-Evening arrived fast and after preparing dinner for both of you, going to the sofa to watch a film seemed the best idea to end the day.

-“My God, Bret is the hottest human ever-“ “I’d gladly wash my laundry on his abs” “You can’t understand how much I’d pay to be in the backstage with him.” “He could treat me as his bad partner any time he wants” you sing sang. Not exactly, after all, you were just typing to a friend your recent thoughts about this actor.

But Yuki is counting. Noticing every single squeak, every single smirk. He doesn’t show it, he just waits patiently, head laying on your right leg for the right moment to strike.

-You both fall asleep on the sofa, film long forgotten a soft cover on both your bodies.

-You are the first to wake up, and it was hard not to scream at the sight in front of you. Your boyfriend, Kenyu, is laying on top of you, his long brown curls falling on your chest, his breath calm, still sleeping peacefully ah, he is also butt naked.

-And are these dog ears?? And that tail? Is it possible that-

“Morning love.”

-You feel a chill running down your spine. That voice had never brought good news.

-”Wanna tell me more about that Bret actor you like so much.” The shiver gets more intense as he slides up on your body, his face now at the same level as yours.

“You know what, don’t say anything-“ he taps his forefinger on your lips “I’ll make sure you’ll be only able to babble my name after I’m done with you.”

[ankmankpank]

Aaron Z. x baby sis!reader

Tw: cussing and a sunburn maybe?? Nothing else, 4*town playing basketball shirtless as fuck. Ur not even a baby, just 4. I don’t have the talent to write and it’s maybe cringe at some places. I mean, I just had the idea and rlly wanted to do something with it, i don’t even care if it’s not well written. (I’m gonna kms)

4*TOWN was a world famous boy band , we know that. But they were also human, which meant they had their families too.

And you, you were one of the members' little sister, Aaron Z.’s! He was 18 years older than you, which meant that you were 4 now, babe.

And your parents had to leave for a summer vacation, so they gave you to Aaron Z. for the summer who lived with the other members of 4*TOWN by second. To make work easier, or who knows why. Which meant, you lived with them too now.

But the thing was, Z. haven’t met you since your birth. Your parents never treated him well, except than buying him everything he needed since they were mad rich. It’s not like they treat you any better, you’re just a kid and you don’t really care how strict they are. How much does reputation matter for them. How much they expect from you, or how much they expected from Z. before the band took off and he decided to leave.

He wanted to get you out of there, but he couldn’t. And it’s not like he wanted to go back anyway.

So, this is how is it now.

It was a waaarm, warm afternoon and the boys were playing basketball outside on their court in the garden. And none of them would really leave you unsupervised(except T.), so you were sitting at one of the benches next to the court with two horse toys in your little hands, which were given to you by Jesse after Z. had a speech to him about not knowing what the fuck to do with a kid. It wasn’t like he didn’t want you there, he did! He was glad that he could finally meet you properly and that you were finally out of that hell of a sadly huge house that he was forced to grow up in, it’s just.. he was scared that he will fuck this up.

But like, playing with horsies and having zero problems in the world at all wasn’t so entertaining to you at the moment.

So you shifted your attention towards the boys. And maybe you didn’t pay attention to this detail at all, but fangirls would go mad crazy to see them like this. Shirtless, moving and jumping around, and sweat dripping off them as they playfully teased each other and T. sometimes started play fighting with Robaire. Truly a sight, too bad you didn’t care at all.

BOOOOOOOOORING, you wanted to go to an amusement park, the beach, a funeral just to wander off halfway into it and scare some birds! Just let something happen already.

“What’s up, Sweetcheeks?” FUCK AARON T. SCARED YOU.

T. chuckled at the way you jumped slightly as he sat down next to you on the bench, drying his face and sweaty body with a towel while he drank from his bottle. The five bottles and the towels were next to you on the ridiculously huge bench, you even thought about doing bowling with them, if you’d know how to do that.

“It’s hot.” You whined. “I’m bored.” You continued. “And I’m tired without even moving. How are you still alive?” You were swinging your feet as you talked, the two horses now on the bench on the other side of you.

But like, really. Did being shirtless help? Or it was the moving? He’s fit and you’re not? He’s 22? He was weird.

“I’m okay, Little Z. This is just a quick break then we’re back at it again.” T. told you as he closed the bottle and put it back at it’s place, taking a look at the others still playing before looking back at you. “But you need to be careful when it’s hot like this, baby. Do you need anything?”

“No I don’t.” You shook your little head. You didn’t think you did, but not like you wanted to do anything right now.

“Oh yes you do.” Walked Aaron Z. over to the two of you, patting T.’s shoulder to tell him that he can go now.

With that, T. and Z. switched places, now Z. sitting next to you, taking the tube of sunscreen next to the bottles before putting you into his lap with a quiet. “C’mere.”

“But I already have sunscreen on!”

“But you need more.” Z.’s expression stayed the usual I-wouldn’t-care-if-there-was-a-bomb-on-my-back face, popping open the small tube and applying some to the tip of his fingers. He pushed your hair back with one hand and he applied it to your puffy face with the other, happy that you’re not complaining while he’s putting it on.

You put your tongue out a little, angry that it was a defeat. “But the sunscreen is warm now! It was out in the sun too! Didn’t it get a sunburn?”

“Don’t be stupid and let me finish.”

By those words, people would think he didn’t care. But he did. His fingers were soft, gentle, as if he was afraid that he’d break you any moment. Z. was careful to apply it everywhere where the sun reached you. When he was finished, he took his bottle to pour some water into his palm before getting your scalp wet with it.

And the water was sooo cold it was SO good!

Just a moment after him finally drinking, which he thought could wait after he made sure you’re all safe from the sun, Z. scratched you behind your ear. The paparazzi would eat this moment up.

“Don’t you need sunscreen?” You asked him, pouting that he applied yours perfectly, so you couldn’t even slip out of his hands because of the slippery sunscreen. No, he had to do it perfectly.

“No.”

“Then can you put sunscreen on my horsies too? Or can I put it on for them?” You asked him, eyes shining as you pointed to the two horses next to the two of you on the bench.

A few seconds of silence went by, and your big brother sighed. But then he grabbed the tube of sunscreen off the bench, and started applying it on the horse toys’ ears, one by one.

“Thank you!” You chirped as you stood up on his lap, quickly hugging his neck before you climbed out of his lap, back to your place.

They were always surprised how bubbly you were. How cute, oh my god. Look at you! You were always smiling, you loved every bug, every flower and everyone with no break at all! Tae was an absolute sweetheart to you and Z. was… Z., but you still treated them the same!

Not caring if Z. didn’t hug back sometimes.

With that, he was gone. Back on the game, with T. clinging into his neck like you did before, whining that how much he missed him and they were totally going to lose.

They all looked so sweaty and hot. It was weird how they weren't even thinking about how much they sweat, or that they were shirtless. That's the difference between boys and girls, boys can just do whatever they want without caring.

You envied them. Not for the fame or something like that, no.

For being boys, being older than you, being free when around each other, having fun.

You had fun too, but there was something different about boys being boys. Their personalities. The way that Z. looked like he’s going to hit his head into the wall until there’s a dent in his forehead every time T. decided to have a conversation. You liked watching them.

But you quickly got bored of this thought chain too.

You got off the bench and ran off into the big garden of the mansion, taking your horse toys with you. Your little legs ran off, your small hands holding the horse toys while you ran. The grass was soft beneath your feet, and you felt the sun on your puffy little face.

You didn't know where you were walking, but you went deeper and deeper into the huge garden while your big brother played with the others and laughed at each other. They were still yelling and swearing at each other, like they always do. They were nice to be around, you just couldn’t focus on something for more than 30 minutes.

You found yourself in a very quiet place. It was so calm and peaceful.

You were so busy playing with the grass, dirt, mud and flowers and bugs. It was like this little place belonged just to you, that you didn’t notice that sun was starting to go down, creating the most beautiful colors as it settled in the west. You had your bug friends named one by one, the rock castle you built just for them, their personalities and connections, you didn’t need anything else!

Well, maybe except another round of sunscreen. You didn’t know how long you were out in the sun, but you had fun. Had fun, it’s just that your face felt hot. And legs. And it had a funny feeling with it.

Mhm, shit.

Aaron Z.-1

You-0

You stayed longer than you should have. You knew that.

You won at having fun, but definitely lost at being scolded.

The sky was now a weak blue and pink color, the sun was about to set and it was so calm and peaceful just being outside in the garden by yourself. You didn’t care about your sunburn, but that wouldn’t stop your big brother from getting very, very angry once he saw you.

“There you are.”

You turned around as you heard your big brother’s voice, he found you! Hi Z.!!

"How long were you here?" He said sternly, not even giving you the time to explain as he quickly walked towards you. Just to notice that you were basically swimming in dirt, and.. was that a bug crawling on your arm?

“Umm.. since you put sunscreen on me and my horses.” You smiled, dusting off your dirty hands on your little overall. Tae chose your clothes for today, you thought he had a good taste! Even though that good taste, you already ruined it with the mud, so you didn’t stand up from the grass. You loved sitting in it!

He groaned, knowing that you definitely did get a sunburn.

“It’s been 5 hours. You’ve been out here with no protection from the sun. Have you seen your face?” He said, pointing towards your face as he crouched down to your level.

His hands slowly approached your cheeks, as he brushed your face, feeling how hot it was. Fuuuck.

“No, but it does hurt though..” You mumbled, patting your little arms with your little hands. “And my arm does too..” And it was hot. And it felt bad.

You realized now how burned you were by the sun. That was not good.

"Show me your shoulders and back," your big brother said with concern as he took off your overall and pulled down your undershirt slightly, to check your back and shoulders.

"This is not good. At all. Get up." He frowned, his eyes softening up for a moment. Then he sighed. He lifted you up effortlessly and carried you. You saw him doing all typa sports before, but it was so cool that how easy he could carry you!

You were always amazed by him.

He was going straight to Jesse with you. He knew that you liked talking to Jesse, and he also knew that Jesse enjoyed your company too. He knew how to deal with kids of course, so Z. often asked for advice from him.

“Mmhmhm.” You groaned. You didn’t want to go inside, you wanted to stay out to play. Though, your skin hurt and you felt hot and tired so you didn’t complain. Not like you really had the energy to. So, you laid your puffy cheek on his collarbone, not caring that it hurt, you didn’t rest your little heavy head for hours. And you pretty much needed that.

He probably didn’t know how to express it, but he really did feel bad for you. He really did care and most of all, he loved you. A lot. This was new to him too and he wanted to do it right, and even he didn’t know, Z. did it the best. He was the best.

[rukia-writes]

Hercules x (fem) reader

Author’s note: Er… I noticed the phones the god had and thought of Hercules tattoos..🫨🫢 so now y/n has a modern phone in ancient times.

“Did it hurt?”

Tattoos.

Hercules had returned to Thebes, his hometown, completing his twelve labors, after some years had passed with a red fire like tattoo that went from across his torso from his right shoulder to the lower left side of his abdomen.

“Not for me, I have a high tolerance to pain.”

Smiling Hercules gladly showed his tattoo to his childhood crush as she slowly made her way over to the now tall and muscular who was known as one time as Alcides feeling his muscles and getting a close up of his tattoo.

“Well, I think they look…”

Between the muscles, the red hair, with the design of the tattoo (Name) couldn’t help but smile and fangirl inside. Hercules could pick up on the fact that she liked his supposed make over and couldn’t help but blush a little as he did like the attention that stroked his tiny ego a bit.

“…Amazing. How far does the tattoo go?”

“Hm, pardon?”

Due to the excitement Hercules’ childhood crush kindly asked a personal question, that surprised Hercules at first but he quickly got over his shock and answered her question.

“The tattoo stops at my hips. However, the more labors I use the more my tattoos spread…”

Kindly lifting his lion fur kilt exposing his upper thigh making (Name) eyes widen in surprise, eyes not taking off Hercules well toned thigh as he pointed to his upper thigh.

“…I think it stops here. I think. I’m not sure.”

“Hmm… interesting-“

“Hey! If you two are going to be doing that get a room!”

Both Heracles and (Name) kindly jumped a bit at hearing a voice unexpectedly and even worse at recognizing it to be Castor. From behind a tree, a sly smile and pretending to cover his eyes knowing full well the two weren’t doing anything naughty.

But it did look like it from Castor’s point of view.

“We weren’t doing anything! I was just showing (Name) my tattoos.”

The nervous tone in Heracles’ voice made Castor all the more convinced Heracles was shy about being caught. Add in the fact, that (Name) also stuttered over her words just made Castor all the more convinced the two could have been one step from something.

Maybe.

“Nothing goes better together than tattoos and muscles.”

- Unknown.

“How did you do that?”

“I think it was this-Ah!”

A few weeks later, Heracles returned to (Name) back in Thebes to show her a strange device. A device that seemingly captured moments, a cellular phone in modern times. After pressing the screen and capturing Heracles looking at the device in a confused manner the two were surprised.

“Oh, look. That’s me.”

Going from confused to a bright smile Heracles looked at himself on the screen with (Name) also smiling as well. Thinking to herself how wonderful it was to capture moments.

“Okay! Stand right there and pose.”

“Right here?”

“Yeah, yeah. Right there.”

Before long the two were taking pictures all over Thebes, most were relaxed and fun pictures. Some were sneaky pictures of Heracles muscles and tattoos.

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day, why wouldn’t one capture the loveliness of Heracles smile , muscles and tattoos. While (Name) thought she was sneaky taking the pictures Heracles was aware she was taking pictures and of course made sure to pose when she asked him to do so.

Weeks later.

“It went thru? Oh, Hello (Name)! I can see you!”

“You can?! I can see you too!”

A sweet moment as the two were able to see each other thru two way communication, using the same device Heracles gave her weeks ago. The two talked back and forth, catching up what happened to the in the following.

Ares would catch Hercules sometimes talking on the phone with a smile on his face while seemingly vacuuming the wall, Ares was beyond confused until he realized that Hercules was talking to his crush…

Which seemed to happen a lot.

Hercules vacuuming the wall one day, or the ceiling,walking around his home, changing a completely fine light bulb.

Completely normal.

“You changed your wallpaper again?”

“I did. Isn’t she pretty?”

Not one for shying away Hercules kindly showed off his new wallpaper of him and (Name). Making an “awe” sound Ares smiled at the cute photo, then once the phone received a video call from a familiar woman and wasting no time Hercules quickly snatched his phone away and began talking to the woman on the phone with a smile.

Minding his own business Ares kindly made his way to the door to leave until Ares heard (Name)’s, “What are you wearing.” Proceeded by Hercules becoming flustered as he quickly changed the video call to a phone call. Face as red as his hair Hercules kindly pushed Ares out of the room, Ares’ face was also red.

Hercules tried to come up with an excuse but Ares was able to get the message.

“She wants to see my tattoos-“

“I’ll come back in a hour?”

“An hour is fine.”

❄️Rukia-Writes❄️

[donquixotehomura]

Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader Relaxation

Master List

Pre-established relationship, fluff, Doffy being soft, reader is gender ambiguous, reader taking care of Doffy, reader is very ambiguous actually, I HC then as the same age and having been together since their twenties but this fic doesn't have anything alluding to any of that so you can think about it however you want.

In the heart of Dressrosa, the facade of joy and freedom shown to the Kingdom concealed the intricate planning and power orchestrated by Donquixote Doflamingo, amidst the schemes and planning, you stood by his side, not just as a normal family member but as a partner, as someone who understood the complexities of his heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two of you retreated to the privacy of your shared quarters. The air shifted, shedding the weight of the day's responsibilities. Doflamingo's stern demeanor softened, revealing a vulnerability reserved for you alone, the room became a haven, a sanctuary where the masks of the ruthless pirate and cunning ruler could be set aside.

You approached him, your hands skilled from countless nights of relieving his tension. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room as you worked your magic, massaging away the stresses that clung to his shoulders.

Doflamingo, normally stoic and unyielding, melted into the touch, his guard lowering with each knead of your fingers.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "you have a way of making me forget the chaos out there."

You smiled, understanding the weight of his words. The massages weren't just physical relief, they were a ritual of intimacy, a language spoken in the silent moments. As your hands continued their dance, the room echoed with a quiet symphony of shared affection.

When the massages concluded, you both settled into a comforting embrace. The boundaries between family/partners and lovers blurred in the soft glow of the candles. The armor of power and influence that surrounded Doflamingo crumbled, revealing the man who found solace in your arms.

Cuddling close, the world outside vanished, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of shared warmth. As the night unfolded, your whispered conversations and tender touches became a testament to the love that transcended the intricacies of power and ambition.

In the stillness of the night, Doflamingo, once the puppet master of a grand design, found his sanctuary in the simplicity of your love. The silent retreat to your shared bedroom became a ritual of healing, a reminder that even in the tumultuous seas of the Pirate world and great ambition, there existed an anchor—each other.

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He looks adorable in this gif (it isn't mine and I'm not sure where I got it from, probably from another Doffy fic here)

Tell me what you think, I know this is short but it's a beginning ig, I can't figure out a style for myself yet but I'll get there, apologies if this sucked haha

This is my beginning on the road of fanfics, I always get a ton of ideas and never write them cause I don't really know how to word them well and my anxiety is through the roof 🥲, anyways here we go I hope this is good, I'll try to keep my fangirl heart at bay but I can't with this horrible lovely adorable man (is this my daddy issues? Maybe)

Do I sound too philosophical? Should I go for more causal? Idk my brain is either this or can't even form a sentence (it's either ADHD thing or I'm just stupid haha)

[murfpersonalblog]

I had to pause reading this to scream laugh holler rolling in my grave at @siahatha's new fic & Louis's arm-burning scene--it's SO good! 👏 This is just me fangirling & thinking out loud; it was way too long to put in the comments at AO3.

Four little bars have been burned (and must have burned for a while, Jesus, he sleeps like the dead) into Louis’ forearm, hand, and fingers from where they smoldered in the little bit of light. Lestat must have moved Louis’ hand when he realized. Impulsively (premeditated), Louis slides his hand back into the light, eyes on Lestat. “Absolument pas!/ Absolutely not,” Lestat snarls, wrenching Louis’ hand back into the shadow. It hurts a little, but maybe only because of the burn on his arm.  “Joues avec moi/ play with me,” Louis whines, and he means it. Lestat is overreacting (typical, Louis can only be harmed on Lestat’s terms apparently) and Armand would have gotten it, would have let him burn just a little, and allowed him the grace of repentance.  “I will not,” Lestat works his jaw.... "....What’s wrong with some sexual processing? What’s the difference between a spanking and a little sun?” “....The difference, mon amour, is that I am not Armand. I get what I want, and what I want is my darling safe and sated."

I LOVE the contrast b/t Armand vs Lestat, and the diametrically opposed ways they handle Louis' mental illness--enabling vs enforcing. There's good & bad on both unhealthily toxic sides ofc; pampering & spoiling vs protecting & domineering; and there's a time & a place for both/either--but what really matters most is what LOUIS wants in a husband:

Lestat’s nostrils flare. “Impossible! I wake up to the smell of you burning your arm off, and now I’m being punished with century-old pettiness, for what? Declining to indulge your suicidality through the thin veneer of sado-masochism? Why would I pleasure you with pain when I am so very skilled at pleasuring you with pleasure? No, Louis, I will not burn you with the sun when I can take you into my mouth instead. Now, please, let’s go to coffin so that I may do just that and we can get some fucking sleep.” So there it was. Lestat was the best lay of his life and he wouldn’t let him hurt himself. And brother, Louis does feel warm here in the shadows with Lestat and all his loving firmness. Louis continues to be pleasantly surprised by New Lestat’s patience. He’ll return the blow job. He feels his honey deserves it.  “I think antidepressants would be a more apt metaphor,” Louis says, because he’s not about to just roll over.... Lestat rolls his eyes, actor expressive. “Regardless. A—what is the English?—a pushover! I am not. I will not allow you to hurt yourself and I do not give up. I will always be there to steady your hand.” Lestat tightens his grip on Louis’ arm. “And I will play no more of these games,” Lestat says, ending the discussion, scooping Louis up and carrying him to coffin, where he enjoys feeling weightless as Lestat steps over the coffin room’s threshold.  Later, Louis is being held in the true dark of the coffin, where it smells like Lestat and everything that means to Louis. He smiles, ignoring the sinking feeling. He’s gotten what he wanted. “I love you,” he whispers into the dark.

As pridefully independent & stubborn as Louis is, he still WANTS someone to snatch his hand away and tell him NO and bodily carry him out of the room and put him in a safe cocoon/coffin and hold him close & make everything better.

I'm just reminded of our very first scene with Lou demonstrating to Daniel what vampirism looks like in the sun; and Armand's reaction.

Like, it was wild that Lou even went that far, burning his arm just to prove to Daniel that he's really a vampire; when back in SanFran all he needed to do was flash his fangs & move at super speed.

Lou's chronically suicidal, but burning in the sun isn't the only way to self-destruct; he's BEEN slowly killing himself EVERY DANG DAY.

Armand erroneously thought Lou reading Claudia's diaries & being interviewed was what was gonna send him off the deep end again; but Daniel's proving that Louis NEEDS to face the past & confront his trauma so it can be processed & he can truly start healing--not bury it under the rug & force himself to forget.

Sure, Armand pulled him out of the sun in SanFran, but he had/has been doing LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE to pull Louis out of his continuing spiral; often contributing to Louis' bad practices; or standing back and watching Louis "act out"--these are CRIES FOR HELP; but Armand can't see it; he just judges Louis & resents him in silence. The 100+ drunken/drugged blackout sexcapades eff-off-and-find-me-laters; asking Armand to lobotomize him 3 days after he'd had a terrible mental breakdown; taking on the Dom role when Lou's not even good at it & doesn't enjoy it; squirelling himself away in Dubai eating human food that tastes like glue--it's ALL self-mortification; it's ALL suicide. Louis wants to get OUT, but he needs help that Armand just can't give him.

Sadly, Lestat, for all his flaws & faults, is the one Louis REALLY wants; and (giving the devil his props) he's much better equipped to handle Lou, cuz he's not afraid to bully Louis go head-to-head with him. Fighting is NOT the right way ofc; and Loustat aren't inherently predisposed to fighting at all--they're both actually incredibly sensitive & soft--but the struggles in Loustat's life hardened them & conditioned them to become fighters--nurture versus nature.

Loustat's problem is that they needed to learn how to communicate WITHOUT the crutch of telepathy (which clearly hadn't helped Loumand anyway ); and realize that as companions/husbands, every conversation/connection doesn't actually NEED to be borne of violence--seeing each other as obstacles to be crossed or fights/battles to be won.

One of my favorite lines in a fic is from BlueBloodBruise's Go Fetch God:

He could hear Lestat pacing downstairs, playing music that galloped nowhere, raging at the world with two fists up. If he closed his eyes, Louis could still hear him weep, howling sobs so freighted with grief they reminded Louis of the screams of mating herons.... "What, Louis?! What in God’s rotten hell do you want? You know I can't read your mind!" "You." This is the definition of madness, Louis thinks dimly...trying to convince his murderer to let himself be loved. "I want you to let me in. I want to let you in without being afraid you’ll tear me to pieces, like God would have if he'd peered into my soul when I was mortal. If I fear you, I can’t love you, Lestat. You have to share yourself with me—" "I did! I shared my blood, my home with you, my—" "No. I need you to put your fists down and look at me. Not like some object you created, but like an equal, your hus—" .

They needed to find a balance--as EQUALS. Passivity & cowardice isn't the right way either, and sometimes when you see your loved one doing dangerous stupid ish, you HAVE to step up and stop them; even if they get mad and it causes a fight and they yell & holler that they hate you.

ARMAND NEVER HAD THAT! Armand went from a sheltered childhood in poverty to parents who sold/threw him away; to sex slavery & captivity; to white-savior hero worship living with uber-hedonistic Marius who spoiled him rotten & taught him to mix pain w/ pleasure via BDSM; to 200+ years in a brainwashed Satanic cult of self-loathing & self-mortification (all pain & zero pleasure); to LEADING that Satanic coven & brainwashing others to follow the Great Laws & gaslighting humans to not notice that the calls are coming from inside the house. This is all Armand's ever had.

Louis was his first/only "real" relationship with a normal person (someone not his Maker & not a coven-member). Armand overcorrected all the harsh treatments he got & gave b4, to treat Lou with kid gloves--when really, Lou needed tough love--not someone to "chop his hands off" the way Armand treated Nicki, but someone to really HELP him cuz they UNDERSTAND & love him.

Lou was deeply traumatized by his formative years, too--his baby brother Paul in & out of mental asylums, cast off by Papa DPDL & coddled by their mother Florence; who babied Paul but HATED any signs of LOUIS being ANOTHER "fragile son." Anything "wrong" with Lou he'd need to figure TF out how to get rid of ASAP!

Louis couldn't afford to be mentally unstable, depressed--he needed to buck up & take care of this nasty AF family that hated/resented/didn't understand him. The only one he'd ever connected with was Paul--who committed suicide right in front of him after Louis told him he loved him; only for Lou's own mother to blame him for Paul's death like wtf.

The only one who understood even a fraction of what Lou'd gone through and how Lou operated & what he'd want/need IS LESTAT. Cuz he'd been there, too.

Les grew up dirt poor, but his family dynamic was uncannily similar to the DPDLs; only instead of Paul, Les had Gabrielle. Les saw his mom Gabrielle in Louis, (and Armand KNOWS this; which is why his whole backstory/account of Lesmand in Paris is SUS AF). Louis was SEEN by Lestat--they're kindred spirits; two sides of the same coin--for better and for worse; cuz when Loustat's in sync it's beautiful; but when they clash THEY CLASH. 💀

Loumand has never been in sync; they're only ever on the same page when they're performing/pretending/role-playing. Armand constantly says/does the WRONG thing--

--then victim-blames Louis afterwards; redirecting any and all culpability OFF himself and ONTO LOU (or Claudia, Daniel, Santiago, Tom, Dick and Harry....), as if it's all Louis' fault what happened to him, and not the result of Armand's contributing/mishandling of Louis' PTSD.

As opposed to the way Lestat talks to Louis--

--not focusing Lou's suicide attempt as the result of something Lou did to HIMSELF, but rather something done TO Louis--(mental) illness isn't HIS FAULT; it's something he can get HELP for; and Les loves him and is just waiting for him to be ready to talk to him.

But don't wait too long! At Rue Royale Lestat often sat silently letting all their messes simmer & boil over. What's amazing about fanfics like @siahatha's Alligator Tears (a sequel to Renaissance) is that it gives Loustat the chance to sit down and have those much-needed talks, hard as they are, so they can finally MAKE PEACE and HEAL as a better couple. Lestat also KNOWS Louis, and that's why he can get in Louis' face and ALSO tell him that he's not gonna sit back and let Louis hurt himself--and their relationship--anymore. Lou's anorexia's a symptom of a much more complicated issue (a vegan vampire still grappling with what it means to kill people in order to feed healthily), so that is a delicate matter that will take time for them to negotiate--one of my fave parts of Renaissance is when Loustat's in the blood donor truck--but any self-immolation will be nipped in the bud IMMEDIATELY. 😤👏

[ivryne]

calling all the wallflowers i know ˖ ࣪

⋆ ᳝ ֺ alhaitham x gn!reader | modern hs au

— in which it’s about time Kaveh finds out right? [ pt 1 here ]

NOTE. sorry for the long wait, I was sick for the past few days so I couldn’t update 😔😔 Hope you enjoyed! And sorry for the grammar errors and mistakes, I’m too tired to proofread it heh.

Kaveh isn’t giving up. Not when he is so close to finding out. Maybe too close. There is a reason why Kaveh is failing this. It’s always him almost reaching into a conclusion until everything broke his theory down from being valid.

It’s safe to say that he is feeling skeptical. Why is it that he has been participating in a everlasting game of chase…Alhaitham must’ve been behind this! Of course that little shit. He just have to beat him in his own game.

Looking back into the list of candidates, he is sure it was either Nilou or Aether. Oh yeah did he forgot to mention? He added Aether into the list because he had seen them talking lately. Honestly, he is absolutely sure it was going to be Aether. But he wasn’t going to let Alhaitham notice that.

He reconsidered putting off [Name] into the list of candidates—now called LOC by Kaveh—but he really thought they were better than this. So in result of that, he scratched them off of it.

Kaveh has a plan. A great one actually. He is planning on catching the couple off guard in the midst their scheming of getting him caught in the middle of their little games.

How did he know? Of course he does! He isn’t THAT blind. With all the false hopes and wasted hypothesis, he knows that Alhaitham is the mastermind in this.

Oh if only he knew…

The day passes by in a blink of an eye. The sun that once soared on the peak of the heavens, slowly sinks in with the moon ready to take its place. The sky paints a orange-pink hue, one akin to the colour of the coral reefs planted on the ocean floor.

It’s finally time for Kaveh to execute his plan. He knew Alhaitham went home already. And he knew he didn’t went home alone. How did he know? Oh it’s nothing he just overheard Alhaitham yesterday on the phone with his lover (again) that they were coming over. So now it’s the perfect plan to strike.

He purposely told Alhaitham the other day that he was coming home late for no said reason (even though he wasn’t going home late). And as usual, Alhaitham didn’t respond more than a mere hum of acknowledgment. Yes! It seemed like Alhaitham really took his bait.

Now what is his plan exactly?

Step 1: go home right after the bell so that he can arrive before Alhaitham n his lover.

Step 2: hide underneath Alhaitham’s bed/inside his closet/under his desk(?)

Step 3: wait for the right moment and…!

So here he is. Underneath the comfort of his roommate’s desk, behind the obscure chair that hid his crouching figure from the doorway.

It isn’t long until the echoing sound of footsteps can be heard. Kaveh smiles in triumph as he realizes that there isn’t just one, but two different sounds of footsteps.

The door creaks open as two pair of legs started making it’s way inwards the room. Kaveh squints his eyes, focusing to the other figure walking inside towards the bed.

“So did you think it work?” The boring sound of his roommate fills his ears and the aspiring architect rolls his eyes in response.

“Let’s just wait and see.” The opposing side counters, a glint of mischief peeked beneath said words.

Now wait. The blonde freezes. Who the hell is that because that surely is not Aether’s voice. But surely it was familiar. Had he been wrong all this time??? No way, no way in the name of the archons was he wrong?? Who else might that be though? He can’t imagine anyone else that wants to be in a relationship with Alhaitham. He means one that Alhaitham will want too, not those npc fangirls.

“What do you advice we do as we wait?” Alhaitham asked earning a chuckle from the mysterious person. No more talking was heard after that and sounds of uhm other things started to form. It’s safe to say thar Kaveh is mortified. He better escape this madness before it escalates!

“Stop!! For archon’s sake let me go out before witnessing things I do not want to see.” He stands up from his position, with his hand that covers his eyes, he stumbles away to the door.

Laughters echoes surrounding the acute walls, one that reeks glee and satisfaction. Slowly but surely, Kaveh let down his hand and opens his eyes.

“Name?!?” His eyes widened, those sockets now resembles stress balls that were squeezed to its max potential. The grey haired man smirked and softly chuckled in response of his roommate’s current dilemma.

“Hi.” You beam at him. Kaveh averted his gaze to you, his roommate, and back to you again. “No, I can’t believe this! You’re better than this, Name!”

“Wait are YOU the one behind this?? Did you know I was here all along??” You slowly nod in response, laughters engulfing you whole. You feel like ascending to the heavenly principles.

Kaveh let out an offensive gasp. “Never mind then! You guys both deserve each other.”

The rest of the day ends with a continuous series of laughters. Kaveh still hasn’t yet to believe you guys’ relationship. But when his eyes land on the interlocked fingers of the both of you, his gaze soften. Even though it seemed as if he hates his roommate, deep down he really does care about him. And he is surely glad that his roommate has finally found someone to love. Though a lingering thought remains. When will it be his turn?

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[galaxyedging]

Claude x f!reader.

Warnings: My usual insanity. Swearing. Pussy licking.🤣

Part of the Exposed Masterlist

For @munsonownsmyass and @nicolethered

Me-use

"I want to, no, I need to paint you!" Claude had been slinking around the house for most of the morning.

After your nap in the midday sun, you unfurled yourself on the sofa. Stretching and arching your back as you did so. 

"Like that! Perfect!" Claude exclaimed giddly. 

"I'm not staying like this." With a final long stretch, you curled back into a ball enjoying the warmth streaming through the windows and the haze of sleep still tugging at you.

"But Mi Amor. You look so good all lithe and stretched out for me. I must capture the moment. It gives me all sorts of thoughts." His head appeared by your feet as you begrudgingly opened one eye.

"Do you really want to paint something so pedestrian as a woman stretched out with her back arched?"

"No. I supposed not. I'd rather paint your truth. Something pure. Maybe a moment of pure ecstasy?" His cheek nuzzled the flesh of your calf.

"Really?" You looked down at him, sleep forgotten and both eyes wide open. 

"Mmmm." He purred his head moving upwards.

"Nope." You stopped him in his tracks.

"What, I thought you wanted me to paint something more inspired?" He was now giving the exposed skin of your stomach little kitten licks.

"Dieter! I've put up with 'Claude' talking to me all morning. I'm not letting him anywhere near our sex life. Nope. It's too far. It's too weird."

"What you don't want me to make you purr, Baby?" He dropped the voice as his fingertips took the place of his tongue to tickle your bare midriff.

"Well, maybe you can but Claude has to be put out for the night." You brought his lips to yours, smiling against them.

"You know you still would even with Claude. There's not one of my characters that hasn't got you going." He returned your kiss with a smirk. Climbing half on top of you. "I bet if I slipped my hand into these leggings you'd be ready for Claude." He lowered his voice to the bedroom one he used for one of his most famous characters.

"Shut up!" You giggled as his fingers ran up your thigh. 

"Come on, give this pussy some pussy." The voice returned. He wiggled his eyebrows as his fingers got dangerously close to your core.

"Ew, Dieter." 

"Okay. I'll stop." He made sure to drag his fingers across your mound as he moved them away.

"Tease!"

"What can I say, that's who Claude is. He's also very good with his tongue." He ran his tongue up the side of your neck for emphasis. 

Suddenly, Claude wasn't looking such a bad prospect. 

"Do you want me to lick your pussy?"

Even with the voice back, you had to say it. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Please?"

"Try again." He already had your pants around your knees.

"Yes, please, Dieter?"

His head hovered just above your wet slit. "Not what I'm waiting to hear."

It turned into a rather comical stand off of him looking up from in between your legs waiting for you to call him the name of a cartoon cat.

"I'm not saying it." 

"Fine. Then I'm not licking it."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Neither of you moved. Until you both snapped at the same time. The word Claude coming out as moan as Dieter's tongue split you open at the same time.

By the time he'd licked you from hole to clit, fucked you on his tongue and sucked on your clit until you gushed on his face, the name Claude may have passed your lips a few more times just to egg him on.

"So maybe Claude isn't so bad to have around?"

"Maybe not but if you keep it up you'll be scratching your own post." You looked to his cock standing at full attention. "The voice practice I get. Did you really have to walk around naked all morning?"

"What? I was finding Claude's truth."

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[ryndicate]

I’m 24 and I just finished moving into my new apartment and I honestly with I had a big strong pro hero to help me with it because I am physically exhausted😫

Moving sucks! Well I mean... the process of moving sucks lol I know how you feel, the last time I moved I ended up hibernating skskdjsk

Honestly this makes me think of Lemillion, and specifically pro hero!Mirio that we're still "talking to" :')) he seems so very nice but we're still sussing him out bc it's all new and fresh and these things take some time? Of course when he jumps to help you with your move though, he's definitely earning some points towards maybe taking things up a step!

With his big beefy biceps and beautiful blues, that wide smile of his and he's so eager to help you!

He'd be the type that sorts all your boxes into piles for him to bring up, and stuff for you. His side has all your boxes of books and kitchen appliances and stuff, while yours has stuff like towels and linens and bedding. You take up the couch cushions, he takes the couch. That kind of thing.

And even though he is obviously trying to take as much of the heavy lifting as possible, you still get tired, you know?? Up and down the stairs all day, and the early summer sun is no joke. So Mirio sees you start to puff and insists you take a break.

He tosses you a water bottle and has you sit down on the couch, which is still kinda haphazardly placed into your new living room. He says he'll grab the next few trips, so you get you watch him, his flexing arms, all veiny from his hero work, all his training. There's sweat beading on his forehead, shining on his neck and shoulders, he's wearing one of those deep blue stretchy tanks and those mid-thigh cargo shorts that give you a nice view of his thighs (huge of course, bitable)

When the truck is finally unloaded, you're stuck looking at this mountain of boxes and you can feel the organizational dread sinking in, but Mirio just takes your hand, smiles and asks if you want grab dinner for a little while instead. "No need to jump right in, it can wait!"

He takes through your favorite drive thru, even though he's got his sunglasses and cap on you can tell the giggly cashier still recognizes him, but he doesn't even comment, turning back to you as you wait for them to bring the food out. He finds an empty street to park on, and you're both just eating and talking and enjoying the breeze. Cracking jokes about the hero gossip he's privy too, like who's flirting with suneater these days, and how much trouble Deku's fangirls cause. Just easy, silly chatting that shows you just how comfortable it is to be around him.

After he finally drops you off to your apartment, it's starting to dip past dusk, and you thank him for all his help making today easier, bracing yourself for the disaster that's awaiting you. But Mirio catches the door before it can close, and you try not to take note of the size of his bicep (seriously, it's right in front of your face—not an easy task). And he's just smiling at you, but this time there's a little more there, something a little warmer, a little more intense, and your heartrate starts to pick up.

"Naw, c'mon I can't leave you with all this. We started this together, we'll finish it together. Even if it takes all night."

[derangedanomaly]

whwheh i feel like strange saying this but everyone being like really possessive over fictional ppls is like. i dunno it’s like upsetting because i also wanna joke around and have fun but everyone seems so serious like i don’t wanna have a sans fangirl showdown lmao. anyways NEW CREATION !!! got a bit long with this one. yugioh anon at it again >:3c

summary: you’ve gotten your leg injured while not paying attention in the courtyard, slamming it directly on the concrete path. coming back inside. you’re in the middle of cleaning the stray rocks out when someone (we know who) barges in. reader wears skirt but no real gender. reader is not exactly friends with anyone, pretty new but knows blade the best. reader is also a little dumb but that’s okay we love them <3

Sunsets never became dull no matter how many times you looked to the skies above. Soft pink, like cotton candy coating the top while it mixes in with a light orange. Some lines in between seemed more red if you squinted. Ugh, squinting at the sun is not a good ide-

THUNK.

White blinded your eyes for but a few seconds and in the next moment your hands and knees allow your body to hover over the ground. Tears prick at your eyes, but you use the back of your hands to rub at them. If anyone saw you crying over a few scrapes, surely you’d get made fun of. Being lucky enough to avoid any servants seeing you fall over after staring at the sun was a one in a million chance, but they can’t be far. You don’t think the servants can smell blood like Ted, so you’re set to go!

Well. You don’t think any of the servants can smell blood, however hiring vampires doesn’t seem beyond Nightmare’s capabilities. You raise your body carefully and stand up. Actually, you think he’d definitely hire vampires for the aesthetic. He’s rich enough and has plenty of bodies to keep them fed. Fear of becoming one of those bodies encourages you to walk a bit quicker than your regular pace to your room.

Air stings at your wounds while you head to the one place you feel comfortable tending to your injuries. Any tears have long since stopped as you’ve been walking (read: jogging away from possible vampires) which clears up your formerly blurred vision. Looking at your hands, very few rocks are stuck in and they seem quite small. Not anything picking them out with tweezers won’t fix. You’d check your legs in your room, but you didn’t exactly feel any rocks that would be a concern. As you turn your head back up, you spot your door down the hall. You would thank Nightmare for the room placement, but you doubt he did it for your benefit. Maybe it’d make him move you due to his strange “no positivity” rule. That isn’t exactly how he explained it to you, but you were fairly sure he just didn’t like happiness. Stopping at your door, you pause before realizing you can just use the back of your hand to twist it open. Not even a creak comes from the door as you gently push it open. Finally, your room!

You set off to your bathroom and grab a clean cloth with the tips of your fingers pinching it in your hand. With the other hand, you grab a small soap dispenser. Pushing the dispenser close to your chest, you reach out your other hand and wet the cloth under the sink faucet. With a few cautious steps, you sit back down your bed. You’re like, fairly sure this is what that guide said that one time? Take a soapy wet cloth and gently dab it on the wound? Then tweezers and the medication and bandage? Well, it can’t hurt tha-

THUD.

“Fuck- What do you need Blade?” You question, closing an eye after he scared you into pushing the cloth a bit too hard on the wound. “What are you slamming doors for? Go mess with Ace if you wanna scare people, he’s probably messing with his film set or something.”

Blade lets out an amused huff at the idea. “I’ll fuck with him in a bit.” His face gets a bit strange as he examines you. Can skeletons blush? Probably not? Is he having a magic overload or something maybe? His cheeks are a bit red and one of his eyes has a white dot now.

“Are… we good?” You ask, scooting a bit away from him. He approaches anyway. Leave it to Blade to take a hint, huh?

Blade stops just at your feet and kneels down in front of you. He grabs your thigh and you would move back, but his grip is firm. Despite the strange way he’s acting, he does seem to be fussing over your injuries. The cloth is snatched out of your hand as he dabs it correctly on your knee, then moves on to the other, and the process continues for only one hand. Blade looks up at you when he’s done, but doesn’t say anything.

Maybe he wants… “Uhm, tweezers are in the top drawer?” He walks over and opens it. Yep, guess he’s taking care of you. How did he even know? Why did he even care? You weren’t that stupid that you didn’t know he was a murderer like the rest of the magic skeletons in the household.

Blade heads back to you, snapping you out of your thoughts. He’s… got a surprisingly gentle way of removing the pebbles. Thinking about it, he’s killed a lot of people. Perhaps he learned some anatomy or something to do it better? Doesn’t sound like him at all, but could be an order from Nightmare. Silence is the loudest noise you hear while he picks them all out. It doesn’t take as long as you thought it would.

He smirks at the hand he didn’t clean with the cloth for a moment before looking back up at you. “I don’t think we have all that much human medication. Normally when people get hurt they’re kinda meant to. I can bandage it for you, though. You gotta have some sort of clean clothes you don’t really care about here, yeah?”

You nod and gesture to some you don’t exactly care for. Those are some of the cleanest clothing you have seeing as you rarely ever wear them. Blade prances over to the clothes, grabbing them and bringing them back. He kneels down in front of you again as he ties the clothing around each wound except for the one hand he didn’t clean. You’re about to ask when he holds your wrist. Oh, good he didn’t for-

Blade takes the injured hand, shiny with small amounts of blood oozing from it, and licks it. An ecstatic grin spreads across his face, even more so when you wince. Before you can ask what the hell that was and why he did it, he gets up and tilts your chin to look at him.

“You know, you taste far too good, little lamb.”

With that, he exits the room as your face heats up. That wasn’t attractive at all in any way, so why is your face doing that?! Why are you feeling flustered?! DID HE JUST LEAVE YOU TO BANDAGE THE OTHER WOUND?!

The thing about people getting possessive over the characters honestly upsets me too. I want everyone to be able to enjoy them at the fullest! I'm a little sad about the way people are possessive over the characters.

This was really good! As always! I loved it! ^^

Blade's always just unpredictable lol. Well, to be fair, all of them are- but you know. TT

[lavend-ler]

normaler since there's a resurgence 🩷💜💙

YYEESSS LET'S GO NORMALER!!!! I ship them very much <3

What made you ship it?

I'm taking u to a journey back to the 2012 and I just... I'm amazed how vividly I remember this

so it's 2012 and I just watched The Lorax, being enamoured by Once-ler and the fandom. scouring through the internet I saw many ships but once I saw Normaler I thought to myself "yeah....no, nope" and went abt my day. but damn didn't they just grab me, I couldn't stop thinking abt them. I remember laying in my bed and thinking "maybe it's actually a good idea?" but I still wasn't sure. and then I saw THIS fanart and I was like damn. u got me, they're in love, I was a fool not to believe it

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I'm so happy that there's a Normaler Resurgence cause Ill be damneD they're forever to me. I've loved them for so long and I will loved them even longer

god just the,,, absolute beautiful love story there could be. of Once-ler who thinks he shouldn't be loved, that the love has to be earned every time but who yearns for it so much. and for Norma who is content with the life she has but yearns for sth different, sth more and who never realized that someone like Once-ler could steal her heart like this

but they do, they fall in love slowly and steadily, starting as the closest friends and then realizing that their love is just beyond any words they ever needed. I think what I truly love abt Normaler is how Norma is for me a grounded yet spunky person, while Once-ler is a dreamer, yet careful with his actions

u see what I mean, they better each other. with Norma giving Once-ler the home and love he needs, along with the appreciation and steadiness. while Once-ler wants to make Norma's dreams soar away and wants to make her as happy as she can be. they simply become each other's home, the culprit of a tomorrow they never knew they needed. honestly I believe they both never knew they needed each other but when love found the it was the most beautiful duet

and then the delicious angst of them during the Greed-ler years just DAMN that's good. I love the angst and I love the drama. whether they'd be engaged or married at that time, I eat that shit up so hard. they both knew how to hurt each other way too well. Norma knew she couldn't stay with a man like this, one who becomes so selfish. he's not the starryeyed man she fell for

but then the wonderful reunion after the years. when they are older, wiser and Norma is ready to forgive Once-ler. the years might have passed but their love have never withered. and it's not that the only happiness they could have was in their youth, as their happy ending was when they were both old <3

also can I just say THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE!!!! the sun/moon symbolism. the fact how close to canon they are. the fact that they can have a daughter and grandson in canon. I'm a goner, I swear

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Norma is her own person and deserves her story too! and again, don't make them that toxic, they had disagreements but I believe they never abused one another. also anyone who thinks Normaler is too "vanilla" or that it's just a culprit for fangirls to project onto just......literally think to urself, why is any of this a bad thing

[ichigopuddingmuslima]

Personality Hire

Warnings: minor workplace bullying

Mood: comedy, comfort

Word Count: 5.3k

Pairings: None

Summary: Kitty Coleman ends up working for the Avengers as their new lab assistant one problem... she's a former bridal consultant! Will she rise to the occasion or fumble the opportunity of a lifetime?

Heavily inspired by TikToks from @theslapabblejerk @viennaayla

Kitty Coleman was unsure how she landed in this current predicament but decided to make the best of it. After all, an interview with the Avengers was an extremely rare opportunity, especially as a civilian. No military background, specialized training, government connections, or powers/abilities/enhancements. She was just charismatic and lucky. Very lucky. She wore a beige midi skirt, a light blue button-down shirt, and black flats with a black bag. Her hip-length, goddess twists were styled and pulled back from her face with a hot pink silk scarf, and her makeup was applied skillfully. As she walked into the Avengers Tower, she forced herself to breathe. She made her way to the receptionist and exchanged pleasantries with her before being escorted to the upper level by Happy Hogan. 

“Hi, Happy!”, Kitty greeted him with a smile as they entered the elevator. 

“Hey, kid.”, Happy responded. “Don’t worry, you’ll do well. Just be yourself.”

“Thanks! Sooo how did your date go?”

“It was great. She liked the lasagna. Thanks for the recipe.”

“I’m happy to hear it. Did you get another date?”

“Yeah. It’s in a few days.”

“Ooo! I’m sure it will go well.”

The elevator opened and they exited. Happy led Kitty down the hall and to a room with a closed door. He gave three sharp knocks, waited a moment, and then opened the door. Kitty stepped inside.

“Good luck.”, Happy said quietly to her and then closed the door behind her. Inside the room was a large conference room with Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, and Natasha Romanov sitting at the table facing her. Behind them was a window with a nice view of the City. The sun shone brightly through the window. Her heart beat in her chest in excitement at seeing the Avengers but she forced herself to play it cool. She could gush over them later. Right now, she had a job to secure. 

“Hiiii I’m Kitty Coleman!”, Kitty announced as she walked over to the table and shook their hands. Steve gave her a polite nod, Tony gave her a bored look, and Natasha smiled softly. It was hard to tell what Natasha thought but Steve and Tony were clearly unimpressed. Kitty gave them a bright smile as she sat across from them. The sun shone directly in her eyes, she put her hand up to shield her eyes.

“I’ll lower the blinds.”, Tony said.

“Don’t worry about it. I got these!”, Kitty pulled out her sunglasses and put them on. “Much better.”

“Quite frankly, I’m not sure how you made it this far. You work at a bridal shop as a uh, consultant. You graduated top of your class, I’ll give you that but you majored in fashion design. Unless you’re going to design me a new suit for my next red carpet, I don’t see how this is relevant to our needs.”, Tony stated. Steve shot Tony a “be nice” look. 

“What exactly are your needs?” Kitty asked, unphased by Tony’s dismissal. She was used to people underestimating her. 

��If you don’t know what my needs are by now, then maybe you shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m only asking to gain clarification. I like to hear directly from the source. What are your needs?”

“I need someone who won’t fangirl over the Avengers, someone who is professional and understands the term “confidentiality”. I need someone competent and can follow directions. I don’t need someone looking for fifteen minutes of fame.”

Kitty nodded. “Those are all reasonable requests. Why do you think I can’t meet them?”

Natasha and Steve exchanged a look. Natasha assumed this interview would be quick and easy as two other candidates had better resumes and interviewed well. Steve was a little more hopeful than her but he too figured this interview wouldn’t be long. They both quickly realized how wrong they were. This was already more interesting than the other interviews. 

“Do you even have any abilities? Powers? Enhancements?”, Tony asked. He pivoted tactics.

“You’re funny. I applied to be an intern, not an Avenger.”, Kitty answered with a laugh. 

“How does working in a bridal shop prepare you for this role?”, Steve jumped in hoping to steer the interview back on track.

“I can fix anything. I’m good under pressure and can solve any crisis. I’m also really good with people.”

“What crisis have you solved? I’m sure anything you’ve done makes us look cheap in comparison.”, Tony butted in.

“You’re so funny, Tony”, Kitty laughed. “I deal with all sorts of crises every day. Brides who can’t fit into their dresses, brides who have a limited budget, brides whose dresses won't arrive on time, Bridezillas, etc etc. I know they may seem silly in comparison to the global threats you deal with but, I treat it just as seriously as if the world is ending.”

“What do you do when you’ve tried everything and it isn’t enough? What do you do when you fail?”, Natasha asked.

“I always manage the expectations of the bride whenever a problem occurs. I immediately let them know of their options and we go down the list from most to least ideal. I always, always do my best to make the bride smile even if it seems like her world is ending. Regardless of what the solution or outcome is, they always leave with a smile. That’s what is important. I’m not SuperWoman, I can’t do everything but as long as the bride is smiling that's what matters to me. So when I look at it that way, I don’t fail at all!”

Natasha nodded. She was satisfied with this answer. Tony on the other hand was not and responded, “There's no room for failure here. If we fail then lives are lost.”

“Would I be going into battle with you?”

“Of course not! You stay in the office where it's safe, where you can't screw anything up, and hold down the fort until we get back from saving the world.”

“As an intern, the stakes are different for me. Getting your coffee wrong won't start the apocalypse while one wrong move on your end will. I think it's important to remember our roles are vastly different so the responsibility on our shoulders differ as well. But of course, I'll make sure the coffee is perfect! It would be foolish of me to not ensure the people protecting the world don't have everything they need.”

“If you were to be offered the position, you would be working with Dr. Bruce Banner. As you know, there is a chance he could turn into the Hulk. This is very unlikely as he has control over himself but the possibility is there. How do you feel about that?”, Steve asked. 

“I would love to work with Dr. Banner! I've done my research, looked at his interviews, and read some of his work. He seems like such a sweet man. It's very clear that he is very gentle and compassionate despite what the media makes him out to be.” 

“Bruce is a great guy. No doubt about it.”, Natasha said. 

“What do you know about working in a lab?”, Tony inquired. 

“I know that you should follow all safety protocols!”, Kitty replied. 

“Anything else?”

“No, not really. I'll have to be taught the other specifics.”

“I don't know why I bothered to ask. I think I've gotten all I can from this interview. Thank you for your time. Someone will call you soon.” Tony said as he stood up. 

Steve and Natasha exchanged a look. Steve almost couldn't believe Tony's behavior. Sure, Kitty didn't have relevant experience and her background was… unique for the role but the conversation with her was pleasant. She would bring much-needed positivity to the Avengers compound. Natasha was not at all surprised about Tony's dismissal of Kitty. She knew that Tony didn't want to be bothered training anyone and just wanted someone who could pick up everything that was thrown at them. While Natasha could understand Tony's apprehension, there was no need to be so rude to the poor girl. She liked Kitty. Kitty could hold her own, remain calm, and was not easily intimidated. Someone like that was beneficial to the team. The lab skills could be taught, but personality could not. 

Kitty was more than a little offended. She did not like how Tony was treating her. Left with no choice, she had to show him who she was. “Anthony Edward Stark, sit down.”, Kitty demanded in a firm but soft voice as she looked him dead in the eye. “This interview is not over.”

Not expecting the full name and tone, Tony immediately sat down in his chair and straightened his posture. He felt like a child being scolded. Beside him, Natasha smirked and held in a laugh. Steve forced a neutral expression as his eyes widened in shock. In that moment, Steve was reminded of something about himself that he often ignored, he loved when a woman took charge. 

Kitty gave Tony a soft glare before giving him a kind smile, “I understand you have concerns about me being an intern and I know that I am an unconventional candidate, but I do not appreciate the way you have been treating me.”

“Let’s do a three-day trial. If you impress me, you’re hired. This is your only shot so make the best of it. Happy will call you with the details”, Tony declared. It was his form of an apology. 

“I accept. I’m looking forward to working with you. As long as there is mutual respect between us, this will be a successful trial. I can’t wait to meet Dr. Banner!”

“I’m sure you’ll do well.”, Steve chimed in.

“I look forward to working with you.”, Natasha stated. Kitty bid them goodbye and left the room. Happy was waiting for her nearby. 

“How’d it go?”, Happy asked as they walked to the elevator. 

“It went well! I got a three-day trial.”, Kitty exclaimed.

“Tony must like you. None of the other candidates got that offer.”

“Actually, I think he hated me.”

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It had been three months since Kitty became an intern. While she was told that she would initially be working under Dr. Banner, this turned out not to be the case as he went to Asgard with Thor shortly after she started, thus Tony was her new boss. It was a rocky start with Tony that she managed to turn around. At first, Tony was hypercritical of her performance. Any actual or perceived mistake was thrown out of proportion. He would make a sarcastic comment or a rude remark and then ignore her for a while. He wouldn’t allow her the opportunity to fix or learn from them as he insisted on correcting the error himself. This made it difficult for Kitty to grow in her role. This resulted in her technical abilities (otherwise known as hard skills) for the role being practically non-existent. Anything beyond general office skills was foreign to her. She wanted to end her internship many times but ultimately decided against it. Working for the Avengers was an amazing opportunity that would be completely foolish to throw away.

Kitty did the one thing that she was good at, make the best out of a bad situation. She learned Tony’s “tell” of frustration (he would run his hand through his hair, cross his arms, and then stare at the issue (usually a screen or projection) while he played with his goatee. If she tried to talk to him or drew attention to herself while this happened, she would be met with a dismissive and often belittling comment. The temptation to tell Tony off was there but she refrained from doing so. It would only serve to make their relationship worse and wasn’t worth the potential consequences. Instead, she decided to ensure her job security in the best way she knew how, she made friends with everyone. 

The first thing Kitty did was learn everyone’s (Avengers, SHIELD agents, support staff, etc) coffee order and schedule. Then using her company credit card (that had unlimited funds), she would buy coffee for whoever was on base. Meanwhile, she made sure to engage in conversations with everyone and get to know them. This was easy to do as long as Tony had his coffee, he was happier when she was out of the lab than in it. Secondly, she made certain to know important dates for everyone's birthdays, work anniversaries, etc, and their interests. With this information, she would get little gifts or cards for them to celebrate their achievements and milestones. Thirdly and crucially, she (unintentionally) gained the attention of Nick Fury. Kitty and Fury had formed an unconventional bond and had a standing lunch date on Wednesdays at noon. Unfortunately, due to Fury’s role in SHIELD, he often had to miss them but they usually caught up later. Her relationship with Fury sealed her fate with the Avengers. 

When Kitty made a trivial mistake (she accidentally double-booked Tony’s meeting), Tony had enough of her. Despite the mistake immediately being corrected and a sincere apology, he fired Kitty. She did everything she could to convince him otherwise but no use. He wanted her gone. With what was left of her dignity, she began to pack up her desk and say her goodbyes.

“Hey, Kitty. Are you moving desks?”, Steve asked as he watched her take down the posters she hung up on the wall. She turned to him with a teary expression.

She wiped her tears and gave him a sad smile. “Steve, today’s my last day. Tony said “My services were no longer needed”. It was nice working with you.”

“What? You can’t be serious. Why would he say that?”

“I accidentally booked two meetings of his at the same time. He said it was the last straw for him and he was tired of my incompetence.”

“I’m going to talk to him.”

“No! Don’t bother. I don’t want to upset him more than he already is.”

Steve nodded. He would respect her request… for now. He had every intention of talking to Tony later. Instead, Steve began to help her pack. While they packed, he asked her what her next plans were. He wasn’t surprised to hear that she didn’t have any and offered her his support going forward. She gladly accepted them. Once packed, he drove her home, it was the least he could do since she was having such a bad day.

“I’m really going to miss you guys.”, Kitty said as they started the hour-long drive back to New York City. She wiped the tears from her eyes. Steve glanced at her and seeing her usual smile gone and replaced by a frown saddened him. He hated seeing her upset. These past few months, she brightened up his day with her positive demeanor and (nearly) daily discussions. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. He had talked to Tony numerous times about treating Kitty better but it fell on deaf ears. She didn’t seem phased by Tony’s behaviour so Steve left it alone. Now, Steve regretted not defending her and taking her strength for granted. His grip on the steering wheel got tighter. By the end of the day, Steve would make this right. 

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By the time Steve returned to the Avengers compound a few hours later, word got around that Kitty had been fired. Day-to-day operations were still running but the sentiment in the air was havoc. The best way to describe it was… organized chaos. This alarmed Steve. Something was going on. Approaching a random SHIELD agent in passing, he stopped them.

“What’s going on?”, Steve asked. 

“Kitty got fired.”

Steve nodded and continued walking back to the Avengers side of the compound. This explained why everyone’s nerves were on edge. On the way there, he overheard snippets of conversation.

“I can’t believe he fired her. She was so nice.”

“Tony fucked up big time. He should have never let her go. And all for what? His ego?”

“Fury’s going to be pissed.”

Steve couldn’t help but agree with that last comment wholeheartedly. Fury was not going to be happy. At all. He had seen how close Fury and Kitty had gotten over the last few months. There would be a softness in Fury only reserved for her that Steve had witnessed develop. It was something that caught Steve by surprise at first but pretty soon made perfect sense. It was no secret that Fury had a heart. Steve was now hoping that he could find Tony before Fury did. Maybe if he could convince Tony to rescind his termination, all hell won’t break loose.

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The next day, Fury casually made his way inside the Avenger’s compound. It was Wednesday and he was looking forward to having lunch with Kitty. In his hands was a box of macarons that he brought back with him from France the day before. They were a special gift for her. As soon as he stepped foot inside the building, he knew something was wrong. The whole aura felt off. Was there some sort of worldwide catastrophe that had occurred in the forty-five seconds it took from him to get from his car to inside the compound? He pulled out his phone and saw no new notifications. 

Walking up to Maria Hill, Fury greeted, “What the hell is going on?”

“Tony fired Kitty.”, Maria responded as they walked down the hall to Fury’s office.

“He did what? Now why in the hell would he do that?”

“She accidentally double-booked him for a meeting.”

“That’s it? She didn’t delete Jarvis or spill coffee on his laptop? She made a scheduling error.”

“Yup. A scheduling error.”

Fury handed the macarons to Maria. “Do me a favor, put these on my desk and get Kitty back here by noon. We have lunch plans.”

“Yes, sir.”

Inside a storm was swirling in Fury. He tried to remain as calm as possible as he marched his way to Tony’s lab. The audacity of Tony to fire Kitty over a simple mistake pissed him off. Tony and done worse… much worse and he still kept the title of Iron Man and its perks. Who the hell was he to act as if he was beyond error? His ledger was red and that was before he ever donned that red suit. This time he had gone too far. Fury scolded himself for not humbling Tony sooner. He was going to correct that error. Now.

Fury entered Tony’s lab and you can practically see the steam coming from Fury’s ears. Tony and Steve were engaged in a heated discussion with Natasha off to the side watching the exchange. Upon noticing Fury, Steve and Tony shot each other fierce glares. Fury approached them and asked in a deceptively calm voice, “Where’s Kitty?”

Natasha stood a little straighter. She knew that this was about to get interesting. Steve suppressed a smirk until he made eye contact with Natasha as he made his way to her. There was a glint of mischief in both of their eyes. Tony was about to get what was coming to him.

Tony began to tinker with his programming as he nonchalantly replied, “She’s not here.”

“Why not? It’s Wednesday and she’s had perfect attendance up until this point.”

“I cut her loose.”

“Why?”

“She’s not fit for the job. Couldn’t keep up in the lab.”

“What training did you provide for her?”

Tony paused. “None. She couldn’t even handle filing the Stark Tech programs correctly, how can I train her on anything else? She can’t even do the basics.”

“Did you show her how you wanted the files sorted or did you just tell her to do it?”

“The fact is she couldn’t handle the job. It was too much for her. Honestly, I should have done it sooner when Bruce went off with Thor.” 

“This is a personal failure on your part. You should have trained her.”

“You’re right. This is my mistake. I should have never hired her to begin with. Kitty is incompetent and spends all her time gossiping, going on coffee runs, and running up the company credit card! She’s a damn personality hire.”

Fury sat down in Tony’s computer chair. “Here’s the deal- Kitty is on her way here and you’re going to personally apologize to her. You will offer her a permanent, full-time position as a lab assistant with a generous salary and full benefits. If by chance, she does not accept your apology and declines the position, you will do everything in your power to change her mind. Kitty is an asset to SHIELD and the Avengers. I will not let your ego waste an employee with so much potential.”

Tony turned his full attention to Fury. He raked a hand through his hair, crossed his arms, and played with his goatee, “No. It’s my lab and I don’t want her here. She’s useless to me.”

Natasha and Steve exchanged a look. Steve intervened, “Have you ever actually sat down and talked to her, Tony? She’s a nice girl.”

“Nice doesn’t get the job done.”

“Sure it does, she doesn’t need to be a genius or a super soldier to make a difference. She doesn’t need a suit to make an impact. I’ve seen how morale has changed around here and how she brightens up a room. There are many times she’s recognized and stopped an issue without you ever knowing about it.”

“We need her. Kitty has a social awareness about her that honestly, we all lack at times. When we had that mission in China a few weeks ago and she told us about the Golden Eagle Awards, at the time, I thought nothing of it and listened to be polite. It ended up being critical information. It was crucial to the mission’s success, it saved not only our lives but hundreds of civilians. Sure, we could have done it without her but there’s no denying how smoothly the mission went because of her. It’s not just a one-time thing either. There’s plenty of times she’s helped with missions without ever going out into the field and without her knowing.”, Natasha chimed in. Steve nodded in agreement. 

“I’m not hiring her back. She’s made too many mistakes.”, Tony shot back.

Fury stood up. “I don’t need to remind you of the mistakes you’ve made. Her clerical error is nothing compared to the things you’ve done. Everyone in this room has made a severe lapse in judgment at some point and yet here we are. Her little error is minuscule in impact compared to some of the things you’ve personally done, Stark. Need I remind you about Ultron?”

“From Ultron we got Vision! It all worked out in the end. What’s your point?”

“My point is, you will be apologizing to her and hiring her back effective immediately. You will treat her with respect going forward. You will train her on how to be a lab assistant. Kitty is a bright girl who is more than capable of being in a lab. She’ll be back after lunch.” Tony thought about arguing but it was no use. His time was better spent savoring his last few Kitty-free hours. Fury left the lab with an air of finality. The discussion was over. Natasha and Steve exchanged a discrete gleeful look. Kitty was back!

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It was a month later and Kitty was excited. Today was the day she was finally going to meet Thor. Bruce and he had returned late last night and Bruce was set to return to the lab today. This meant Kitty’s assistance was needed in the lab for once. Tony’s behavior had changed for the better. He refused to train Kitty in the lab and she was practically banned from it but he was much nicer to her. As long as she avoided the lab, they got along. This made things a little awkward for Kitty as her title was “lab assistant”. To fill her time, she began to assist the other Avengers such as helping Clint with his arrows, cleaning Steve’s shield, and Peter with a homework schedule. It was little things that they could have done on their own, but it helped to ease a burden for them. Tony asked very little from her but she tried to justify her pay by making sure he had his morning, afternoon, and evening coffee. 

Another new change was that she had a bedroom in the Avenger’s compound. Her time was split between her Bushwick apartment and the compound. Typically she spent weekends in the City and the other days at work. It was nice not having to make the hour-and-a-half commute each day. Plus her cost of living expenses decreased. Significantly less in groceries and almost nothing in utilities. Her only major expense was rent and she made more than enough to cover that. 

Kitty got to the lab and peeked her head inside. She expected to see Tony but it was surprisingly empty. In about fifteen minutes, Bruce would be entering. She cleared the various papers that Tony had piled up on his desk and then wiped it clean. She then took the homemade “Welcome Back, Bruce!” sign, taped it to his monitor, and placed his cup of coffee on the desk. Then she spent the remaining time, straightening up the mess Tony made. 

“Hey, Kitty.”, a quiet voice behind her said. She turned around and saw Bruce walking up to her with a small smile. “How have you been, kid?”

“Bruce!”, Kitty squealed as she gave him a warm hug. “I’ve missed you. What was it like on Asgard? You’ve got to tell me everything.”

Spotting his desk, Bruce couldn’t help but smile. “It was great spending time with Thor. We got into some trouble. I’ll have to tell you about it later. I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Sure, sure. Do you need anything from me?”

“Yeah. If you could pull up the Gamma project and work on analyzing the formula from the BG129 sample that would be great.”

“Um… okay. Jarvis!”

“Yes, Kitty.”, Jarvis replied. 

“Can you do the sample for me?”

“My apologies, Kitty. There are numerous foreign components that I am unable to identify. I can list the ones I am familiar with but I won’t be able to assist beyond that.”

“Tony never trained you, did he Kitty?”, Bruce asked. 

“No, I’m sorry. I can hold a light for you or get you a screwdriver but I don’t have much experience in the lab. Tony doesn’t like it when I’m in here.”, Kitty answered. She looked down at the floor awkwardly. This was beyond embarrassing. 

“That’s alright. I need to catch up on my research so I won’t be able to teach you anything right now. Don’t worry, I’ll set aside some time for you soon and get you caught up. You can do whatever it is that you normally do around here.”

“If you need me, Bruce, just give me a ring.” Kitty left the lab and went on the search for Thor. She just had to meet the god of Thunder and Lightning. She walked through the halls (on the Avenger’s side of the compound) and went into the kitchen. Steve was making a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. Judging by his freshly showered hair, he must have gotten back from a run.

“Hi, Steve. Have you seen Thor?”, Kitty greeted him. 

“Hey. I think he’s in the gym?”, Steve replied. Without responding, Kitty sped off to the gym. She practically ran down the halls and once outside the gym doors, she took a moment to catch her breath and compose herself. She thought about how to start a conversation with Thor. After all, this would be their first time meeting and she certainly didn’t want him to think she was some sort of fangirl. They were colleagues after all. She opened the door and looked around. Sure enough, Thor was using the bench press to lift weights. Closing the door behind her, she confidently walked over to him. 

“Hi, I’m Kitty!”, Kitty greeted him with a smile. Thor put the barbell in its holder and sat up. He looked her up and down. She shifted shyly under his gaze. Even though he was seated, she could tell he was much taller than her. 

“I’m Thor. Son of Odin. God of Thunder and Lightning.”, Thor replied. “I’ve heard about you. Bruce told me you’re a wonderful lab assistant.”

“Bruce is too kind. I’m only good for holding a light steady.”

“Don’t speak down about yourself. I’m sure you’re good for other things.”

“You flatter me. How was your time with Bruce? Tell me everything!”. Kitty sat on a nearby bench press and listened with intent interest. Thor proudly told her tales of his conquests on the battlefield. Her excitement at his words only spurred him on. He loved being the center of attention. Pretty soon it was lunchtime. Kitty bid Thor goodbye and made her way to the kitchen. The kitchen was empty and she made herself a simple lunch of grilled cheese. As she ate, she texted Peter a reminder about an upcoming assignment due date. She couldn’t help but laugh to herself. Her job title should change from “Lab Assistant” to “Avenger’s Assistant”. Or better yet- “Peter’s Assistant” or maybe “Natasha’s Assistant”? Being an assistant to all the Avengers would be a bit much. Perhaps she’ll talk to Fury about this…

“Hey, Kitty. Can I talk to you about something?”, Steve asked as he walked into the kitchen and sat across from her. 

“What’s up, Steve?”, Kitty responded. 

“It’s a personal matter that I would appreciate if you kept between us.”

“I can do that. I won’t tell a soul.”

“I have a friend named Bucky, and he’s like me. A super soldier who’s been displaced from time. We grew up together. He’s been recovering in Wakanda and he’s ready to come back and adjust to modern society. I was hoping you could help me keep an eye on him. He’s got a lot of trauma and healing to do still, and I need someone to watch out for him when I’m away on Avengers business.” 

“Is Bucky the same person who’s the Winter Soldier?”

“Yeah, the very same. He was brainwashed by HYDRA. He had no control of his actions.”

“I know what happened, Steve. I know that whatever he did wasn’t his fault. We wouldn’t blame someone who had a gun pointed at his head for any crimes that they committed. It’s the same with Bucky. He’s innocent.”

“I knew you would understand. I just wish others did as well.”

“They will, with time. When is he coming? Is there a room picked out for him?”

“I’m leaving for Wakanda tomorrow to get him. I hope this isn’t too short notice for you but would you like to come with me?”

Kitty gasped. “You want to take me to Wakanda!?”

Steve chuckled. “Absolutely. I remember a few weeks ago you told me that you had never been to Africa before. Well, here’s your chance.”

Kitty stood up and went around the island and hugged Steve. “Of course, I’m going. How long are we staying for? I got to go tell Bruce!”

“Two, no more than three days. The king of Wakanda, T’Challa, is a personal friend of mine. He’ll be hosting us in his palace. We’re leaving tomorrow at 5 am. Be ready.”

Kitty squealed in excitement and then thought to herself, What kind of lab assistant helps take care of an Avenger’s best friend? She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. 

I really hope you enjoy this and leave feedback. I'm thinking of making a part 2...

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Stars and Swings

synopsis. "Will we always have nights like this?"

cw. fluff/romance

wc. 616 a/n. i thought this was really cute honestly, fangirling the whole time

The soft glow of the setting sun painted a warm picture of their little backyard. Cami, perched on the swing Jose had hung for her, gently swayed back and forth. Her eyes were closed, and a look of pure contentment was on her face. The RN had earned this peaceful evening after a long shift at the hospital.

Jose emerged from the sliding glass door, a tray balanced in his hands. Cami's eyes fluttered open at the clink of glasses. "I brought lemonade," he announced, setting the tray on the small patio table. He handed her a glass, the condensation already beading on its side.

"Thank you, baby," Cami murmured, taking a sip. The tartness hit her tongue just right. Jose always made it perfect.

He settled beside her on the swing, his thigh pressing against hers. Cami leaned into his side, feeling his arm drape over her shoulder. They sat in comfortable silence, the only sound being the distant hum of a lawnmower and the occasional chirp of a bird.

After a few minutes, Jose spoke up, "Hard day?"

Cami nodded, taking another sip of her drink. "The ER was a mess. But I'm just glad to be home with you."

Jose squeezed her shoulder. "I'm glad you're home too."

They lapsed into silence again. This time, Cami broke it. "Jose?"

"Hmm?" He sounded relaxed, maybe a little drowsy.

"Do you think we'll always have nights like this?"

Jose shifted, his fingers playing with the necklace she wore—the engagement ring he'd given her. "I hope so. I want a lifetime of coming home to you, Cami."

Her heart swelled. "I want that too."

Cami tilted her head up to look at Jose, her eyes reflecting the soft hues of the sunset. She reached up and touched his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble. "You're my peace," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle rustling of the leaves in the evening breeze.

Jose smiled with a small, tender curve of his lips. "And you're my joy," he replied, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. The warmth of his lips lingered, a comforting presence against her skin.

The sky deepened to shades of pink and purple, casting a magical glow over the yard. Cami felt a sense of contentment wash over her, a quiet happiness that filled her heart. She snuggled closer to Jose, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm beneath her ear.

As they watched the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky, Jose spoke again. "Do you remember the first time we sat out here like this?"

Cami nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You had just put up the swing, and we stayed out here for hours, talking about everything and nothing."

"Yeah!" Jose chuckled. "You fell asleep on my shoulder, and I didn't want to move you. My arm was numb for half an hour after we finally went inside."

Cami laughed softly at the memory. "I remember waking up and feeling so embarrassed."

"Why? It was one of the best nights of my life," Jose said, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. "Just having you close, knowing you trusted me enough to fall asleep like that... it meant a lot."

Cami's eyes softened, and she reached up to caress his cheek again. "I love you, Jose."

He leaned in, their foreheads touching. "I love you too, Cami. More than words can say."

They sat there, the world around them fading into the background, wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence. The night air grew cooler, but they didn't mind. They had each other, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

thank you for reading, took a long break from doing stuff like this. i hope u enjoyed