#thank you mooooooons

[draphrawrites]

Tag game!

Whassup @bittermoonswrites!! Thank you for the tag!! 💜💜💜

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better and/or like to catch up with; as always, no pressure to do this

Favourite color: purple! 💜

Last song you listened to: "Feeling Good" covered by willygonz100 on tiktok 😂

Currently reading: Black Water Daughter by H.M. Long, Yumi and the Nightmare Painter by Brandon Sanderson, The Familiar by Leigh Bardugo, and Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Currently watching: Queen Charlotte, The Acolyte, and re-watching My Hero Academia

Currently craving: God I would kill for fresh uni right now 🤤

Coffee or tea: I am here for the beans please 😂

Any hobby you'd like to try?: Bookbinding and dancing! Hip hop, salsa, tango, waltz, k-pop... any kind of dance 💜

Any discipline you'll follow during the Olympics?: women's gymnastics and track probably!

Any AU/Alternate Universe you've been plotting for?: outside of my current WIPs? 😂 I've got a couple of canon divergence ones I'd like to write 👀 For AUs... still hankering to write a Sith!Dabi/Jedi!Hawks AU 😂😂 I've been a good girl and haven't started any new multichaps tho 😤

Tagging @thyandrawrites @ohmoka @starship--phoenix @vhaenya @thishasbeencary @vriddy @elofrommars @silverwordswrites

[basketobread]

I FEEL LIKE A KID ON CHRISTMAS RIGHT NOW HAHAHA THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!!! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH!!! THIS IS SO STUNNING 😭😭😭😭😭❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Fan art of the lovely Lunara who is typically drawn by @basketobread in their comics! I fell in love with her quirky nature and just had to draw her! See below for my attempt at a silly comic version of her as well!

[sandwitchstories]

Wake Up, Miss Moon

Hey, howdy everyone! The writers block and life have both been a real pain in the ass lately, but I got a little bit of inspiration and a little bit of a break tonight.

And so, I give to thee this little imagine about Dad!Sukuna and Mouse

If you prefer to read it on AO3 click here !

WC: 1208

Summary: Just a little imagine about Dad!Sukuna and his little family having a small celebration for the second night of Otsukimi.

AN: To anyone new to my Daddy Duty series- Mouse is Sukuna's two year old daughter. Welcome to Mouse's Mini-verse!

CW: none really? reader is called Mama but not described. It is pure family fluff.

A/N: This story takes place in September/October, even though it is now December. I'm always late to the party 🤣 (Otsukimi is a celebration of the Mid Autumn full moon and then the 'near full' waxing moon about a month later.)

“Miss mooooooon, wake uppppp!” Mouse sang as she sat on the engawa, staring up at the stars. 

“What are you doing, Mouse?” Sukuna asked, coming to sit down beside her and ruffling her hair with his hand.

“I want the moon to come out but she’s being too slow,” Mouse told him, climbing into his lap. “Papa, make her come out, please and thank you.”

Sukuna chuckled at her request. “Unfortunately, Mouse, that’s beyond even my capabilities.”

“Mama can do it?” Mouse asked, looking up at him.

“No, neither she nor Uraume can do that either,” he smirked as he replied.

With a big sigh she adjusted to lay with her back against him, staring up at the sky. “Mama said tonight is Otsukimi again. She said last time that some places have big parties. Mama said people sing on boats sometimes.”

“Yes, some people do those… nonsense things,” Sukuna answered. 

He really only cared about festivals thrown in his honor, but you had different views on that. You, regrettably, liked to inform him that the world did not revolve around him. It was important for Mouse to understand the traditions of their homeland, even if they meant nothing to him.

“Why is tonight called Otsukimi and when there was already a night called Otsukimi?” Mouse asked., mentioning the same celebration a month prior.

“Last month was about the beauty of the full moon. Tonight  is about appreciating the moon even when it is incomplete,” Sukuna explained. He loved the moon and stars. Of all the silly things you convinced him to celebrate with you, he minded this one the least.

“The moon is always pretty,” Mouse answered.

“I agree. But humans believe if someone celebrated last month they must also celebrate this month or bad luck will befall them,” Sukuna rolled his eyes. “Pathetic.”

“Ohhhhh no! We don’t want no bad luck!” Mouse shook her head back and forth, ignoring Sukuna’s sneer. She cupped her hands around her mouth and called out to the sky, “Hurry up, Miss Moon! Hurry up, please and thank you!”

“That won’t work, Mouse. Eat these and have some patience,” Uraume said as they approached, kneeling and placing down a tray of snacks. 

“Ooooh! Yummy!” Mouse’s face lit up. Before either of them could blink, Mouse was out of his arms and on the engawa, shoveling dango into her mouth. 

“Mouse! Manners!” You chuckled as you came outside and saw your daughter with her cheeks puffed big with food and crumbs all over her mouth and hands. You grinned and pressed your fingertips to your lips, “ Just look at you!”

“I sorry, Mama,” Mouse said, sitting back. “I can has some more, please and thank you?”

“Finish chewing and swallowing what’s in your mouth, and then we can talk about more,” you laughed as you sat down. You pulled her into your lap and used a handkerchief to wipe away the evidence and clean her face. “There’s my pretty girl!”

“And there’s my pretty Mama!” she grinned. She hugged your front and then sat back pointing happily. “And my pretty Papa! And my pretty Urau-raua!”

“I am not pretty,” Sukuna glared, arms crossed across his chest. 

“I think you are,” you smiled over Mouse’s head. You looked at Uraume who was looking down stunned. Had Mouse finally broken them? And with a compliment at that? “You are very pretty too, Uraume.” 

If looks could kill, Uraume would once again have had you dead on the spot. They did not appreciate your sense of humor. And unfortunately for them, that just made things even more amusing to you.

“We a pretty family!” Mouse giggled. 

“I agree,” you gave her a little squeeze. 

She yawned and you wondered if she was going to make it to see the full moonrise. She crawled back into Sukuna’s lap and began asking her 5 million newest questions while her father lovingly and begrudgingly answered every single one. She asked him to tell her the legends about the stars. You sat back braced on your hands and listened to him talk. You could listen to that man talk for hours with that voice of his. 

Uraume brought out a small blanket and some tea. They handed the blanket to Sukuna and began to set up the cups. You watched as Sukuna wrapped the blanket around Mouse, telling her stories until her little eyes started to flutter.

“Papa?”

“Yes, Mouse?” Sukuna asked, brushing hair back from her face.

“You wake me up when the moon wakes up, please and thank you? I don’t want bad luck,” she said with yet another yawn. She was fighting tooth and nail just to stay awake long enough to get his answer. 

“I’ll try,” he chuckled, knowing first hand how difficult his daughter was to wake up for anything. 

“No try, do,” she quoted the phrase you said commonly with a yawn and a stretch before snuggling deeper into his arms and his haori. “Please and thank you, Papa.”

He shook his head and chuckled as she started snoring before he could reply. He reached for his tea, taking a sip and looking up at the sky. “Should be soon.”

“I’ll go lay her down,” you said with a smile, moving to set down your tea.

“No, it’s fine,” Sukuna said with a smirk as he glanced down at her. Then he glanced at you and gave you a gentle smile that made your heart flutter. “I made a promise to her, after all.”

“Master Sukuna, would you like me to make more dango? Mouse devoured a majority,” Uraume asked from where they still sat on their knees just behind you both. They surveyed the damage with a grimace on their face. “In record time I might add.”

“No, it’s not necessary, there are still plenty of other treats,” he said gesturing to the still full tray you were picking at. 

“But dango is your favorite?” Uraume looked at Sukuna like he was a stranger.

“You’ll miss the moon. Can’t have that either. You don’t want any bad luck, do you Uraume?” Sukuna asked without turning to look at them but a huge smile on his face.

Between the shit eating grin on Sukuna’s face and the sputtering of Uraume behind you, you had to work hard to stifle the giggle that bubbled up within you. You turned and looked at the horizon as the moon began her ascent into the sky. You were not sure if you put any faith into superstitions, but you were not willing to take chances. You loved the life you had built too much for that.

A short time later, Sukuna tried to rouse the little one. “Mouse, wake up, the moon is visible.”

“5 more minutes, please and thank you, Papa,” she said sleepily. 

“Saw that coming,” Sukuna chuckled softly, running a knuckle over the swell of Mouse’s chubby cheek.

“We’ll try waking her again before we head to bed,” you said, moving your hand to interlock fingers with Sukuna’s as Uraume could be heard heading inside.

“I am in no rush,” Sukuna said, turning to meet your gaze. “After all, the most beautiful view in the world is the one right in front of me.”

[heymrspatel]

🌟Weekly Game Wednesday🌟

i was tagged by cuties @deedala @creepkinginc @gallawitchxx @darlingian @tanktopgallavich and @metalheadmickey

i haven't done one of these in a hhhwhile! this one is short and sweet and will hopefully get me back in the groove!

💟Name: julissa 🐻

#️⃣Age: 33 🤘🏼

🗺️Location: crazy city that never sleeps 🍎

🧥Do you own a robe? Describe it. i do not! i usually just live in big sweatshirts and hoodies, but i feel like i need one 🤔

☕️Do you have a favorite mug? Describe it. i have many and i feel like they change depending on my mood/seasonally. right now it's a lilac one with a drawing of mary queen of scots and it says "off with her head" lmaooo 👸

🧣Do you have a favorite blanket? Describe it. i do! it's a gray one with fair isle pattern and snoopy! snoopy in a red hat sledding! snoopy in a green hat ice skating! SNOOPY! 🛷⛸️

🍵Coffee or Tea? yes, thank you! you're so kind 😌 ↳🔥🧊Hot or Cold? if i'm home, hot. if i'm out, cold. alsdkfj

🧦Fuzzy socks or Wool socks? fuzzy socks please!! the sillier the better! 🤪

🧤Gloves or Mittens? gloves! ideally fingerless

🔥Fireplace or Campfire? campfire 🏕️

🌞🌜Sun or Moon? "and if i could give! you! the mooooooon! i would give! youuuu! the mooOOOooon" 🌙

🍬Chocolate candy or Sugar candy? chocolate yummy yummy 🍫

🥐Sweet Pastry or Savory Pastry? yes, thank you! you're so kind 😌

🎃Peppermint or Pumpkin Spice? peppermint all the waaaayyy! (where is the candy cane emoji? did i dream that?)

🛏️Go to bed early or Wake up early? looolllll and hahaha and 😂😂😂........ go to bed early 😴

🥣Cold cereal in milk or Hot oatmeal? cold cereal in milk 🥛

🍞Potatoes or Bread? yes, thank you! you're so kind 😌

And Finally… 🚬Gallagher or Milkovich? yes, thank you! you're so kind 😌

i'll tag @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @howlinchickhowl @rereadanon @too-schoolforcool @thisdivorce @sleepyfacetoughguy @transmickey @sam-loves-seb @mickeysgaymom @deathclassic @lupeloto @sickness-health-all-that-shit @y0itsbri @michellemisfit if you would like to play! if not, this is just me zooming by you while blowing bubbles 🫧

[daisyvisions]

KEVIN MOOOOOOON😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 HE JDDKBDDK THAT FIC IS SOKNDKDB😖😖 THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO MY HORRIBLE KEVIN MOON BRAINROT🤲🤲🐰

haha you're welcome babes! 💕 seriously need boyfriend!Kevin to treat me right but also treat me bad too yknow? 😮‍💨

[peachsayshi]

mooooooon!! why are you so cute? 🥺 this is so sweet of you! thank you for adding me onto this list xoxo I'm sprinkling stars all over you as we speak ^.^

hey moon!! i love your blogs, your fics, you. do you have any jjk blog recs pretty please 🙏🏾 🙏🏾 🙏🏾

hi hi sweetie!! thank you for this adorable message my heart is so full 🥹💞 and of course i have a couple of favorites omg i can only remember a few when i do remember the rest i will tag them!

@satoruhour @omgeto @garoujo and of course @peachsayshi

[jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 🥰

Mooooooon 🥰 thank you for this

[fly-you-dam-fools]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity!! ☆

mooooooon its been a while <3

It has been a while! Thank you so much!

I was going to tag you in a gif set but someone beat me to it :( 😂 😂

[ddwcaph-game]

WOAH WAIT I WASN'T EXPECTING AN UPDATE AND NOW I'M OVER THE MOOOOOOON!!! THE UPDATE ABOUT THE LOCKETS, MORE SPECIFIC CHARACTER COSTUMIZATION, AND A PIGGY BACK RIDE??? AUTHOR YOU SPOIL US SO MUCH🥺 THANK YOU FOR THE UPDATE!!! Also, the newly updated moving cover picture was *chef's kiss* IT'S SO GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH! OH! AND THE DISCORD SERVER! CAN'T WAIT TO JOIN!!!

Heehee, I'm glad you like all the new stuff! It took me a lot longer than intended so I hope you enjoyed the update. And welcome to the server classroom too!

Oh, and hopefully brought some oxygen with you to the moon! 🌝

[wlw-stanbot]

Beau: *looks at her phone in disgust then throws it across the couch* Ugh, GROSS!

Jester: ugh is Caduceus sharing pictures of slime molds in the group chat again?

Beau: no, it’s Yasha

Jester: *picks up the phone* This is just a picture of a cow that says “I love you to the mooooooon and back.”

Beau: I know, gross right?

Jester:

Beau: Quick, text her back “love you too babe, heart eyes emoji, cry laugh emoji, heart eye kiss emoji”

Jester: *does as she’s told then tosses the phone back to Beau and leaves the room*

Beau: Thanks Jessie...goddamn I didn’t say eggplant emoji!

Jester (from the other room): You’re welcome

[heymacy]

MACY!!! when i tell you I went insane over your new url and blog theme!!! Like I went over the moon! that's how insane i went!

CELESTIAL MAGICAL MICKEY LET'S GOO, the only mickey there is 😌

(anyway have a good and ✨celestical?✨ day macy, i'll be going back in to my non-magical cave now)

AJ!! omg how did i miss this?? 🥺 i’m so glad you love it!! i’m having a LOT of fun with it 😭 you can thank @gardenerian for the icon and header, they’re the real visionary here 🥰💫

there is something a little bit magical about mickey isn’t there?? i think it suits him 😇🌌✨

i hope you had an even more ✨celestical✨ day 😂🥰 love you to the mooooooon! 🌙

[nanamismoonchild]

🐶 hello! I'm Lee, 19 y/o, and can I get a tarot reading on my Future Husband. whats his personality like, etc? -- thank you 🐶:)

i meant to do yours so long ago. it’s been in my drafts and i am so sorry for the wait :’( Future Hubby coming up using the Sun and Mooooooon Tarot.

Cards Pulled for Future Hubby:

Ace of Swords

Reversed Ten of cups

Three of Cups

Princess of Pentacles

My Interpretation: 

This guy is all about communication. Since the relationship will be new, he’ll be asking a TON of questions. Be prepared. He likes talking so I definitely see this person being someone that talks a lot. A teacher, a lawyer, maybe a doctor. *wink wonk.*  He’s a very kind person though. 

The reversed 10 of cups is a little strange. I feel like he may not be all that romantic. Or he may have something going on in his personal life before you step into his life that is currently spiraling out of control. It might make him a little standoffish at first. But keep that communication and he may open up to you. 

The Three of Cups says he is all about family. So the thing that’s going on in his personal life may relate to that and it’s taking a toll on him.  If I were you, once i meet this person, i would take him out somewhere where he doesn’t have to focus on that. have him let loose. 

With the princess of pentacles, i think the both of you would expect a little bundle of something. ( i say something because it might not be joy).  It’ll definitely be a blessing that the two of you would be happy about. Perhaps that thing that’s been bothering him will finally be situated. 🐶

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional. I do not do readings about death, medical, legal, or financial advice. Anything that I say is an opinion of what the cards are saying and should be taken with a formal grain of salt. This is for entertainment purposes! I am not responsible for anything you do with the reading. I will not take readings from anyone that is not 18+.

[swordsmithtotosai]

k so lately i’ve been having LOADS of fun with my brand new drawing tablet so I’ve been in and out. I’m sorry for not replying either to DMs or on here ( and on 384298374 of my blogs )for the most part <3 (i’m an awful roleplayer lmao u can unfollow me if you want hahaha)

I haven’t drawn digitally (if not ever) in 7 years and I’m on the mooooooon with this!! so i’ll prob be posting some fanart for funzies for a bit. (i’m still finna roleplay but i wanna have fun with thisssss) thank you for being patient 

love yous ;-;

<3

- toto

[padfootagain]

The Suit

Here we go with a new cute little thing!! It is the last one-shot for my celebration, for the next two days, I will be updating two series you have voted for. I do hope I have managed throughout these 5 fics to bring a little bit of fluff and softness into your week. In case I had not succeeded so far, maybe this one will do the trick ;)

I have 0 respect for Canon in many fandoms (okay, all fandoms, to some extent) but especially when it comes to the MCU. Everybody lives, everybody is happy, the Avengers live together and the sky is full of rainbows! So… cute things ahead for Steve Rogers :)

I hope you like this, tell me what you thought about it!

Gif not mine (enjoy the eyelashes… argh, why is he like this?)

Word Count : 3941

When people picture the interior of the Avengers headquarters, they imagine some kind of large hangar filled with training rooms. Advanced weaponry on display in some of these rooms too, target practice, and large spaces where the Avengers can train and learn new fighting moves. Some might also imagine the Avengers' personal quarters, a kitchen, a large living room where all can gather and eat some Chinese food, maybe a room where they all can watch a good movie together too, a large bedroom for each of them and offices too were they can work on the intel sent to them.

And to this entire description, although one would gather a vague image instead of a real glimpse at the inside of the most secret building in the world (or at least one of the most secret buildings, for sure, although we must all admit that many labs in Wakanda are even more wrapped in shadows), this person listing the inside of this fortress would be right. At one major detail… or well, three, actually.

This enlightened person would have forgotten the library, for one, large and composed of an eclectic collection of novels, thesis about nuclear physics and comic books, was right between the movie room as the Avengers called it, and the offices.

Also, there is a miniature hospital in the base of the Avengers. They call it the infirmary, but it contains everything needed to heal any kind of wound they could sustain on the battle-field, and some of the most recent pieces of equipment would make even Dr Strange blush out of envy.

But the most important set of rooms that one would have forgotten are the labs. Scattered throughout the buildings, and yet vital for the heroes. Who makes the suits? The weapons? Who collects the intel? Who improves their defensive accessories? Who analyses the clues the Avengers find throughout their missions?

Obviously, the busy team of researchers and engineers working at the base.

And while you could hear the characteristic detonations of Natasha, Bucky, Sam and Clint training at firing, you were yourself stuck with a very hard problem to solve.

On your desk, what was left of Captain America's suit laid splayed so you could examine the damages the explosion had caused. He was okay, thanks to luck, his super-soldier organism and a little bit of patching up. A week after he was back from his mission, he was apparently completely healed already.

His suit, however, was still just as damaged as it was at its return from the field.

You heaved a sigh, rubbing your tired eyes. If one had told you, back at University, that your PhD in chemistry would be put to use to help a bunch of super-heroes, you would have laughed at their faces. And yet…

You heard a knock on the door of your office, but you didn't need to look up to know it was Peter Parker. You had recognized the knock already.

"Hi, Dr. Y/L/N!" He beams at you as he steps into your office and closes the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes at the teenager.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You can call me Y/N. I’m not that old! Besides, everyone does."

"Captain Rogers doesn’t."

"Yeah, but that’s because he’s old fashioned on a few things."

Peter grinned.

"You know, Natasha has another theory, and it’s a very different one."

"And what could that theory be?"

"Better let her explain it to you," he eluded the question. "What’s that?" he added, nodding at the pile of burnt and torn fabric on your desk that really didn’t look much like a uniform anymore.

"It’s Captain Rogers’s suit. I’m supposed to make an improved one for him."

"Cool! Your suits are always comfortable and efficient. Do you have any ideas yet?"

"None whatsoever."

"I guess he won’t need a new suit before the party. I hope nothing calls for it, at least. So you have a couple of weeks."

"What party?"

"There’s a big party in a couple of weeks. Everyone working here will be invited, I guess Pepper simply hasn’t sent the invitations yet. You’re gonna come, right? That would be awesome!"

"Well… if we’re all invited, then I guess…"

"Nice!"

You exchanged a smile. Something told Peter, and not his Peter tingles, another sense, a sense that was growing sharper and sharper ever since he and MJ were together, that Steve Rogers would be happy to learn that you would attend the party…

"But I doubt that you were coming here to talk about suits and parties, now, were you?"

His smile was back on his face.

"I have a new idea for my web fluid. But I need your expertise. Can you help?"

You let out a chuckle as you stood up and walked towards the door with a pen and your notebook.

"Of course. Come on, tell me all about it."

 ----------------------------------------------------------------------

 After a few sleepless nights for you and your team, the new suit was finally ready. The tests showed a major improvement in terms of heat responses, you hoped it would protect Captain Rogers efficiently for his next mission.

The advantage of being the head of a scientific team in the Avengers HQ was that you could go to their part of the buildings and give them their new suits, weapons and other gadgets yourself. You had grown quite fond of most of the team along the years too, which made the trip out of your lab particularly enjoyable.

You wandered off from room to room, passing before the fighters training in various methods of combat. You also came across Tony and Peter watching Morgan’s favourite Disney movie with her, and you asked them about the Captain's whereabouts.

"I think he went to the gym with Sam and Bucky," Peter answered, his voice distorted by the handful of popcorn he had shoved in his mouth.

"Because obviously gym is useful to him," Tony added in his usual teasing and yet casual tone over the loud music of Be A Man. "I’ve always thought he was short in muscles."

Meanwhile, Morgan was shouting the lyrics and was now standing on the sofa, mimicking the fighting moves of Mulan.

"BE A MAN!"

"What are you looking for him for, anyway?" Tony went on over the loud singing of his daughter. "You need a coach for the gym?"

You laughed in response.

"No, we’ve finished a new suit for him, so I’m bringing it to him."

"YOU MUST BE SWIFT AS A COURSING RIVER!"

"You guys even do the delivery part for free? Amazon might have reasons to worry."

Peter had now joined the little girl for the rest of the chorus, and he and Morgan were both singing at the top of their lungs.

"WITH ALL THE FORCE OF A GREAT TYPHOON!!"

"Well as I said, he’s at the gym," Tony went on, still focusing on you instead of the two kids by his side. "Lifting heavy things and stuff. He’ll be happy to see you."

"What do you mean?" you asked back with a frown.

"WITH ALL THE STRENGTH OF A RAGING FIRE."

Tony merely chuckled and gave you a knowing look. Although you didn’t know what the knowing in the look was about, you oblivious little thing…

"He’s always happy to see you, Y/N."

"MYSTERIOUS AS THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOOOOOOON!!!"

Tony’s gaze finally drifted back towards the two kids on the sofa, a tender smile soothing his features.

"I think she has a chance to become a superstar," he told you, pointing at Morgan. "That’s pure talent we have here. It’s not the same for the other guy over there of course, but everyone can’t be gifted."

"Hey! I don’t sing that badly!" Peter protested from his end of the couch, making both you and Tony laugh.

You thanked Tony for his help, and he waved at you in response, along with giving you a wink that seemed to carry a silent message, but you failed to understand it. Instead, you continued your journey through the HQ (but not without Morgan giving you some popcorn in support for your noble quest first, of course), and walked to the gym with a light trot and humming the tune of Mulan’s songs.

Indeed, you found Steve right where Tony had told you he would be. At the gym. Sam and Bucky were there too, but the three friends seemed on their way out. Sam and Bucky were talking (or well, bickering was a better word to describe any of their interactions, really) near the door while Steve was picking up his stuff…

… and for some reason he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Or a T-shirt. Or any piece of fabric whatsoever that would cover his torso, the skin glistening slightly with a thin layer of sweat.

No matter how uncomfortable you felt, you couldn’t help but stare.

The three of them turned to you as the door loudly closed behind you, and you all remained motionless for a moment. And for a short moment, time seemed to stop as the four of you each reacted differently to the scene unfolding around you.

You were standing, frozen, in front of the door, your package still safely in your arms as your lips parted without you noticing, and you wondered about the ratio between his biceps and your thighs…

Bucky and Sam were motionless as well, simply because they were trying not to laugh as they watched the silent scene playing between you and Steve.

Steve was still, stopped mid-movement, holding his towel in one hand and a bag in the other. And his mind was currently wondering how it would feel to touch your cheek…

He was the first to shake himself out of his thoughts, and you were rather grateful for it, as you reckoned that you wouldn’t have been able to break free on your own.

“Dr. Y/L/N. What can we do for you?”

You forced your brain to work again and your stare to leave his torso to rest on his intense blue eyes instead. How could he have such long eyelashes?

"Actually, I… hmm… I’m the one who can do something for you. I’ve finished your suit," you added, handing him the suit although you were unable to cross the room to give him the package. You didn’t trust your legs enough, they felt like they were made of soft cotton instead of bones and muscles.

"Oh, thank you," he gave you a bright smile, throwing his towel on his large shoulder and striding to you.

You reckoned that it was rather rare to see a genuine, bright smile on his features. Little smiles, yes. But large ones? Not so much. You guessed that he was very happy to get a new suit. Or perhaps the source for such happiness blooming in him was the person who brought the suit… but you didn't know that, by then.

He took the suit wrapped in kraft paper, his smile still on his lips. You noticed how flushed he was, you guessed it was because of the gym session he had just finished. You couldn’t know that your assumption was only partly true. There was another reason for him to blush up to the tip of his ears. That reason was standing right before him.

"Are you coming tomorrow night? At the big party?" he softly asked.

"Yes, I am. All the lab was invited, and most of us are coming."

"Have you found your plus one yet?" Sam jumped in the conversation.

"Oh, no. I’m coming alone. I mean, it’s not like I need support, I’m going to see my friends there so… no need to pretend."

Sam gave Steve a pointy look. Which his friend ignored.

"Are you bringing someone?" you inquired in a friendly tone.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. He doesn’t though," he added, nodding towards Steve.

You turned to Steve again. He tightened his grip on the suit, and shrugged, a shy smile on his lips.

"As you said, no need to pretend tomorrow."

You stared at each other for a couple of seconds, that seemed to stretch into minutes. And the more you looked at him, the more you wanted to tell him how you felt, how you hoped to see him the next evening, how wonderful you thought he was and… Gosh, he had gorgeous eyes…

But you couldn't do that.

"Well, I’ll see you all tomorrow then. Have a nice day," you hurried the words out of your mouth so you could stride out of the room before your reason would yield in favour of your heart, and you would spoil everything.

The second the door had closed behind you, Sam was chuckling.

"You know, it ain't that hard to ask her out. You had the perfect opportunity. You just had to ask ‘Y/N, would you like to come with me to the party tomorrow’."

"Sam…" Steve heaved a heavy sigh.

"He’s too romantic for that. He’ll make a move tomorrow night. In the moonlight and all," Bucky mocked, making Steve roll his eyes.

"I hate both of you."

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  The large room was filled with a crowd. Low lights kept an intimate atmosphere throughout the floor. At the top of the Stark Tower, the view on New York City was stunning, an intricated labyrinth of shining lights matching the paler ones hung on the sky. You felt a little tipsy after drinking a couple of tequila shots with Natasha and Wanda. You reckoned that you needed some air, and stepped outside the busy room decorated with perfect taste. The music was still loud coming through the windowpanes as you walked on the large balcony. You hadn't seen Steve yet, but reckoned it was for the best. People had dressed up for the occasion, and you did not plan on dying of a heart attack because of the sight of him in a tuxedo.

The fresh air cleared your thoughts a little and you took a deep intake of breath. You leaned against the bannister, shivering a little as the breeze brushed your naked arms. You took in the view, the sparkling lights shimmering against the darkness of the night, the busy streets and wandering forms drifting back and forth into the maze spreading below your feet.

"Hey! Y/N! Bring your arse back inside, Thor and Nat are trying to see who holds their liquor best!" you heard one of your colleagues call for you, but you shook your head with a chuckle.

"We all know Nat will win."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

You spun on your heels as you recognized Steve's voice. He was standing there, a few steps away from you, his silhouette wrapped in the lights coming out of the busy room giving him a surreal halo, a hand in the pocket of his trousers and a shy smile on his perfectly shaven face. And yes, he was wearing a classic tuxedo. And God, did the man know how to wear a bowtie…

"After all, he is an alien," he went on.

Your colleague had disappeared, you guessed she had judged wiser to leave the two of you alone on the balcony.

How could there be only the two of you out there anyway? Where were people gone to?

"Yes, but she knows too many tricks to lose this kind of bet," you argue.

He let out a chuckle, his eyes flickering to the tip of his black shoes and back up to your gaze, capturing it for good.

"I guess you're right. It's always unwise to underestimate her."

"Exactly."

"Aren't you cold out here?"

"No, I… I needed a little bit of fresh air."

"These parties can be a little too intense," he nodded.

"So can be the tequila."

You both laughed, and fell in a comfortable silence. Steve was too busy staring at you to think of anything else, let alone about words to say.

He hadn't felt that way in what seemed to be an eternity. The nervous tremor through his body, the stumbling of his heart, the freezing of his thoughts… he knew the symptoms and had no doubt about the disease causing them.

Love was an easy thing to spot when it was true, after all.

But if his feelings for you were clear to him, he didn't know about your feelings for him, that was a completely different story. Everyone kept on telling him that you liked him, and he reckoned that he should trust his friends' judgment. The doubt was still there though, a little frozen cube buried in the depth of his heart that burnt through now and then. And it was burning now.

Because as he stared at you, such an accomplished, clever, independent, strong, fierce, graceful woman, he wondered if you could really feel the same way he did.

He had been feeling this way for you for so long though… years, really. And he reckoned now that it was more than time to speak his mind. In the worst case, he would get his heart broken. But in the best case…

"Are you enjoying your evening so far? Would you like something to drink?"

You gave him an amused smile. He seemed nervous…

… maybe your friends were right about him after all.

"I am enjoying my evening so far," you answered. "And no, thank you. I already feel tipsy enough for tonight."

He walked to join you against the bannister, a dreamy smile on both of your faces.

Inside, the music had changed from some energetic pop to a slower and intimate tune. It seemed that time had slowed around the two of you as well, as you stared at each other, your frames lightened by the light inside the tower but also by the stars above and the streets below. Steve's blue eyes reflected the distant lights in an almost impossible way that lit your heart on fire.

There were a thousand things that he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you how he thought about you first thing in the morning and last as he closed his eyes to fall asleep. How you made him feel like he belonged in this world that wasn't his. You were amongst the few people who did not see the old soldier in him, but the man behind the shield. You had never made a snarky remark about his lack of knowledge to a reference, and he was grateful for it. You loved sharing the things you loved and that's what drove you when you showed him things he had missed during his time in the ice. It wasn't in a will to change him and make him fit better into a world he had been pushed into, it was in a desire to show him something you were passionate about, simply because you liked talking about it. It wasn't about changing him, it was about sharing. And the majority of people he had met since he had been awakened did not share that state of mind, but the opposite.

He longed to tell you how much he loved hearing you laugh, and thought you had the most adorable smile, and how he admired your smart mind, and how he respected you and your opinion about everyone else's…

There were a million words to be spoken and a thousand thoughts to articulate, but all that passed his lips when he finally mustered the strength to talk was a mere invitation, although it still sounded like a declaration.

"Would you like to dance, Y/N?"

Your heart skipped a beat or two as he called you by your first name, and dear God, did your name sounded wonderful rolling on his tongue. His hand rose as he offered you his open palm, fingers trembling slightly, blue eyes drenched in reflected lights still capturing your gaze and your entire life too. You were vaguely aware of people inside, and maybe some were staring at the two of you, but you couldn't find a way to care, nor even to check if your assumption was correct. Instead, you could not look away from Steve.

There were so many words you meant to speak and thoughts to express and confessions to free from the safety of your heart. How you adored how kind he was, and selfless. How you respected how driven he was and always right to his beliefs. And an infinity of other tiny things that had made you slowly and yet irrevocably fall in love with him.

Instead, you smiled up at him, and spoke only an answer, that still sounded like a promise.

"I would love to."

You thought he would bring you back inside, but he didn't. Instead, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer in a soft gesture. You slipped your hand in his and he gave your fingers a tender squeeze.

You started to sway with the gentle tune, but could barely acknowledge the movements of your feet. You were so close to him, he was so close to you… how could you survive this?

Calloused fingers held yours in a gentle hold, his other hand resting in the small of your back, drawing you closer and closer in an embrace that grew tighter every second and yet of which you knew you could free yourself of if you wanted. It felt safe. Warm. Peaceful. And safe, yes, so safe, so comfortable, you could lay your life in his hands blindly and wouldn't even worry about it. You couldn't remember when was the last time you felt like this, like this man before you could never make anything to hurt you, like not in a million years would he let anything bad happen to you. It felt like a lifetime ago that you trusted a man so thoroughly as you trusted Steve now.

There was warmth spreading from your body to his, reassuring, soothing. A calming glow oozing from your soul conquering his last lines of defence. He couldn't fight against you. He loved you too much for it. All he could do before you was to lay down his arms and offer you his heart on a plate. It was dangerous, and yet he was not afraid. He trusted you too blindly to worry about what you could do with his most precious offering. You would do with it what you pleased. He would accept it all no matter what. It could either bring him back to life or break him for good, but in any case, he would not regret giving you his heart. He knew so much, at least.

He leaned down, your bodies too close to be moved closer to each other by then, resting his jaw against your temple. He remained quiet and so did you, although your two pounding hearts spoke better than your tongues at this moment.

There were no words needing to be spoken, you both knew that this feeling coursing through your bodies now was the feeling of coming home.

Inside the busy crowd, Sam was finishing his third glass of bourbon, while Bucky drank the last drop of his third beer. They exchanged a glance, and Bucky extended his hand. Sam could only chuckle before reaching for his wallet and slipping a twenty dollar bill in Bucky's hand. He had lost his wager, but learnt an important lesson.

One should never underestimate the sense of romance of Captain America, especially if he is wearing that kind of suit.

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