Ok the fandom has all agreed that Mila is Yuri’s big sister, but can we just take a moment to appreciate just how DEEP the bond is?
Ok. So first of all, we have Mila initiating physical contact with one of the coldest characters in YOI. She is extremely familiar with Yuri and from her relaxed air, we can assume that this definitely isn’t her first time hugging Yuri. It’s also interesting to note that Yuri only tells her to let go when Mila starts to tease Yuri. Yuri didn’t initially object to Mila’s hug!
Here we have Yuri being a brat. But a very well-informed brat. Mila’s, cough, sexual frustrations would’ve been the result of a very recent breakup. The fact that Yuri knew about this shows us that he is up-to-date about what is happening in Mila’s life. Mila probably overshares the intimate details about her relationships to Yuri.
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liampayne: My close friends and family know there are very few times when I’m left speechless… wow! I’m incredibly happy to welcome our new baby boy into the world, it’s a moment that I will never forget for the rest of my life and my favourite memory I have so far. I’m completely in awe of his incredible mother and how she has been the whole way through this, she’s really made my dreams come true. We haven’t named him yet but he’s already capturing hearts including mine. I feel very blessed. Happy Mother’s Day everyone!
cherylofficial: On Wednesday 22nd March Liam and I became parents to an incredibly beautiful, healthy baby boy, weighing 7lb 9 and looking like a dream. Although he still doesn’t have a name he is already stealing hearts. We are all madly in love and overwhelmingly happy with our little arrival. Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers around the world. A day that now has a different meaning to me forever 💙
it’s almost been like 3 years since i started watching jack???, i remember the first video i watched was the evie video where she said his real name. now seeing how far the channel and he has come it’s really insane thinking that i’ve been around in the community for that long to sEE that happen. i still haven’t watched him that much in the past couple months but nitw is really good so far (i’m only on episode 4 rip angus is my fave i lovE). in these past 3 years jack has been the only reason i watched youtube and got a tumblr, and even though i have a new fandom (haAAAA;;;;; ONE LOOK AT MY BLOG AND YOU’LL KNOw) i still really love his videos and who he is, so even though i don’t post about him as often now don’t think it’s because i’ve stopped liking him, because honestly i think that’s impossible. jack’s always gonna be my fave no matter how many channels i watch. xD :))
I see prompts are open yay! Please tell me all about Ford finding out about Bitty and Jack.
is interesting, because I don’t feel like it’d be an announcement, but just
something Ford finds out when Jack visits or the like. I mean, it could go the
other way, like Lardo could be, “heads up, Bitty’s dating our ex-captain” and
Ford would be like, “okay? why are you telling me?” (She’s a theatre background,
what is a Bad Bob to her?) I think she’d be pretty chill with it, and coming
from theatre, like being gay is not an issue, esp in college (and even at the
professional level) and esp if we go with the oft reblogged “Ford is gay”
is a small fic that is only half based on the above…
checks the dozens of pages Lardo has given her for the upcoming roadie. She
thought dealing with dressing room allocation was hard (and it is, one hundred
percent) but figuring out room allocations is somehow worse, particularly when
she’s new, and hockey players are more superstitious than the girl who played
Johanna in Sweeney.
was it I’m meant to pair Oliver with?” Ford asks, grabbing for the red pen
she’d stuck into her bun earlier. She comes out with a green one. It’ll do.
But really, he’d be fine with any of the guys in his year.”
makes a note on one of the pages. “Okay, then I think I’m–Oh, shit.”
it?” Lardo looks up from her sketchbook.
double checks through all her sheets before she says anything. She’s not
worrying, because there’s no time for that, she’s just already hating the
amount of extra work she’ll need to do to fix things.
left Eric, um, Bitty,” Ford corrects herself, still getting used to hockey
nicknames, “off the rooming list.”
Nah, you’re good.”
Lardo goes back to her drawing. “He stays with his boyfriend when we’re
playing up there.”
He’s in Providence. And he’ll drive Bitty to the games and practices and stuff. Should’ve emailed you that. My bad.”
“That’s fine.” Ford grabs another pen from her hair, forgetting she already has one in
front of her. It’s red this time. “Just thought I was going to have to redo an
entire afternoon’s worth of work.”
Lardo says. “I can see why the minor freak out.”
you, I did not freak out.” It’s half a lie. Ford has so many notes on these
sheets, but she’s not freaking out, she’s managing. It’s all part of it.
Lardo looks up and smiles at her. “Knew you’d be fine at this.”
takes the compliment with a gracious nod, and goes back to ticking off the rooming
list against the team names. All accept Eric.
I think one of the things that makes Azula so amazing as a villain and a character is that her breakdown is foreshadowed by her earliest episodes. All the pieces are on the board at the very start, you just don’t realize it. So when the breakdown comes it’s all full of callbacks to earlier behavior and it suddenly feels utterly natural that this person you’ve seen as a nigh-untouchable badass mastermind is coming so undone. It doesn’t come out of nowhere, it was there all along from the very start and we simply forgot about it in the interim because she was being so badass and it had no reason to take effect just yet.
–Her speech to the captain about the tides foreshadows her banishing all her servants and advisors. The captain is totally honest with her despite being scared, that they’re not bringing the ship in just yet because of an issue with the tides. Tides are BIG deal in regards to bringing in a ship but Azula doesn’t care and simply wants her will done now and makes it clear she will harm or kill the captain if he doesn’t do the thing he knows is a bad idea. The man is not delaying for silly reasons or to hide a mistake, he is genuinely making a sound decision about how to bring a ship into port, Azula simply doesn’t care she wants what she wants done now and treats disagreement as disloyalty. Azula perceives anyone subordinate as not doing what she wants for any reason at all to be proof they’re not perfectly loyal.
–The one hair out of place with Lo and Li training her. It shows Azula as a perfectionist, and again, as a control freak. She cares about appearences, which probably ties into her status as a prodigy who has long been praised for being such. She needs to make it look effortless and perfect. But after Boiling Rock this starts to slide. In The Southern Raiders he hair comes down fully during her fight with Zuko and she doesn’t even care–hell, she can’t do anything to fix it since she needs her hand to hang onto the mountain. Then in the finale her hair is an utter disaster, showing just how far she’s fallen. Once again it fully comes down while she’s fighting, and by the time the fight is over and Katara has her restrained she’s a total mess.
–Recruiting Ty Lee. This is where we should have known from the start that Ty Lee’s loyalty to Azula is not absolute by any means. Ty Lee wanted to stay with the circus and only left because of Azula clearly threatening her by having the net set on fire. We see it again in Zuko Alone’s flashbacks, where Azula is obviously jealous of Ty Lee being able to do better gymnastics than her and bullies her for it. Ty Lee is only with Azula out of fear and always has been. Of course if it came down to Azula or Mai she’d choose Mai.
–Recruiting Mai. It’s even more subtle than with Ty Lee but they show why Mai will eventually betray Azula in the same episode Mai debuts in. When Tom-Tom, Mai’s little brother, is in danger and a hostage, Azula makes it clear she doesn’t give a shit about that and that the deal should be off Mai’s not as open as Ty Lee is so she doesn’t seem to react as much but it’s the same situation. Azula wants Mai on her team and doesn’t care what happens to people Mai probably cares about. Thing is, the person Mai cares about most is Zuko, who Azula is hunting. Mai betraying Azula for Zuko becomes more and more of a given as the show establishes Mai’s feelings for him. Meanwhile Azula probably assumed that if Mai was willing to endanger her own little brother for Azula, there would be no conflicts of loyalty regarding Zuko…and was wrong. As Mai said, she miscalculated.
It was all there right from the start of season 2.
What do you think were the best nalu moments in this arc so far?
Hmm~ This is a good question! I had to go back quite far for this one, but I think you’ll like it! It’s gonna be a long answer, so let’s get started!
First off, we have Natsu coming back from his year long training session:
I mean, in the entirety of chapter 418 we see just how much Lucy misses Natsu (and Happy too of course), but in this page, you can see how happy she is that he’s back. She looks almost relieved (not that she wasn’t thriving on her own, but she had a hole in her heart). Natsu looks ecstatic to see Lucy (we even get a little blush).
Moving on to chapter 419 (don’t worry, I won’t be going through every chapter like this lmao) but OH MY GOD LOOK. Natsu had no idea how hard Lucy was working and how broken she was losing Aquarius, everyone, and HIM all at once. I think this is where he truly understood her pain whether he knew all the details or not.
Also, how can we forget how “first chapter” this page is. It’s almost like Lucy can’t believe it. He’s back and so is Fairy Tail.
Here, it’s pretty clear that Natsu has learned how much him leaving as well hurt her. I think this is v important for their relationship… Which they still have yet to “resolve” though I don’t think Natsu leaving was entirely “selfish”.
I think here Natsu is trying to gain Lucy’s trust again. To prove himself to her, and honestly I believe that this scene is very intimate between them and the way their relationship is. Not so much romantically, but their trust in each other.
We also get a LOT of scenes of both Natsu and Lucy reacting like this to one another…
Okay, okay I know, I’m nitpicking everything- HOW CAN I PICK JUST A FEW FAVORITES?? But alright, I’m going to get into general, overarching moments that I think are the best and really love!
There is A LOT under this break and there are also spoilers of the latest chapters!! Please read with caution :)
It’s You That I Hold Onto (Newt Scamander x Reader)
✩ prompt: a lovely anon message a few posts back :) includes a jelly reader and an overprotective thunderbird
✩ word count: a fair amount idk man
✩ warnings: so sweet u could possibly get a toothache :(
It’s You That I Hold Onto
It’s a typical Saturday evening in the Goldstein residence (plus a few), Queenie and Jacob waltzing to sleepy crackling records, dappled golden mid-winter light on the wallpaper, the smell of something delicious wafting from the kitchen.
Everything seems perfect to Y/N as she makes her way to the living room, her brilliant crimson skirt swishing rather gracefully about her waist, her hair (for once!) cooperating falling over her shoulders smoothly.
Queenie smiles at her, elegantly breaking away from Jacob to switch which record is playing, new music erupting from the golden phonograph.
“Would ya’ care to dance?” Jacob asks, giving her a rather sloppy grin and holding out his hand.
Y/N nods gleefully, enjoying the time with one of her best friends as the stout man spins her about the room, Queenie clapping to the music.
Newt’s eyes flick to the duo dancing gleefully through the living room, his gaze caught on the pretty woman in his arms. How that skirt shows off her hips-
He looks away immediately, blushing and mentally kicking himself for being “an absolute bloody creep.”
When Lin-Manuel Miranda was a 10-year-old kid with wild daydreams of Academy Awards success, he used to boast to his mother that he was going to bring her as his Oscar date.
On Tuesday he was nominated for his first Oscar as composer of the best original song How Far I’ll Go from Disney’s Moana.
Good to his word, Miranda is already focusing on making sure his mother looks great on the red carpet.
“We gotta get my mom a dress. I’ve promised her she was coming with me to the Oscars since I was 10,” Miranda says. “Obviously the first priority, is getting my mom looking nice. I can wear any old penguin suit.” (x)
there’s a difference between being upset with how sjm handled mor being a lesbian and being upset that mor is a lesbian.
If any of your complaints about this development fall along the lines of “but azriel” “she doesn’t seem like the type” “she never showed any signs” “amren would be a better fit” you really need to reevaluate your judgment
SO LIKE BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING LONG AND I WOULD APOLOGISE BUT MY OTP IS ONLY GETTING MARRIED ONCE SO FUCK IT RIGHT?
OK FIRST OF ALL HELLA TRANSITION AND SECOND OF ALL I LOVE WHAT HE’S WEARING AND THIRD OF ALL HE WORE THE FUCKING EARRING OF MY DEMISE I HATE HIM
AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EYES AND HIS STUPID PERFECT JAWLINE AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EVERYTHING
GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT WE GET TO SEE THIS RELATIONSHIP AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. STEP FATHER AND BEST MAN LIKE SO MANY FUCKING TEARS ALREADY
YOU KNOW HE’S SEEN HER. LOOK AT HIS DAMNED FACE. AND SHE’S FUCKING STUNNNINGGGG IN HER DRESS SO I DON’T BLAME HIM AT ALL FOR THIS REACTION LOL
AND THEN FUCKING LOOK AT THIS RIGHT? SNOW IS TAKING DEEP BREATHS, CHARMING IS JUST HAPPY AF AND EMMA FUCKING SWAN IS LOOKING AT KILLIAN JONES AND SHE CAN’T TAKE HER EYES OFF HIM
ANYMORE THAN HE CAN TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER
LOOK AT THIS LOVE DAMNIT I CANNOT BELIEVE WE’RE GETTING TO SEE THIS FUCK
LOOK AT THIS DUMB LITTLE FAMILY AND HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. I LOVE THAT THEY’RE BOTH WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE AND BOTH HOLDING HER AS SHE GOES AND I’M JUST SO DAMN HAPPY
LOOK AT THIS. FUCKING WHAT IS THIS WITH THE SMILING AND THE KISSING THE CHEEKS
WHAT IS THIS WHO AUTHORISED THIS? TAKE IT AWAY IMMEDIATELY
AND THIS FUCKING HANDSHAKE?! REMEMBER WHEN HE WAS ALL YOU CAN’T EVER DATE MY DAUGHTER EVERRRRR EVER EVER EVER AND NOW FUCKING LOOK. THEY’RE BROS. SUCH BROS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS HOW MANY EMOTIONS I HAVE RN
OMFG LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS THAT HE’S GOT HER HAND IN HIS. THAT DAMN SMILE THAT WON’T QUIT
AND OK WHEN ARCHIE SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD RECITE THEIR VOWS KILLIAN LOOKS AT WHO I’M ASSUMING IS CHARMING OR HENRY, OR PERHAPS THE WHOLE FAMILY, JUST GIVING THEM A SMILE AND IT KILLS ME BECAUSE NOT ONLY DID EMMA SWAN FIND A FAMILY, KILLIAN JONES DID TOOOO
LOOK AT THEM DAMNIT, LOOK AT HOW FUCKING HAPPY ARE OMFGGG
AND THE VOWS, THE DAMNED FUCKING VOWS OMFG THE WAY HE FUCKING LOOKS AT HER
AND THE WAY SHE FUCKING LOOKS AT HIM
AND THE FUCKING AWE IN HIS FACE WHEN HE’S LIKE YOU TAUGHT ME THAT A HEART FULL OF LOVE WAS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY TREASURE LIKE HE NEVER THOUGHT IN HIS WILDEST DREAMS THAT THIS COULD EVER FUCKING HAPPEN FOR HIM
AND NOW THAT HE HAS IT, HE WILL NEVER FUCKING LET IT GO AND I AM DEAD AND GONE, A SPIRIT IS TYPING THIS RN
AND FUCK LOOK AT HIM TELLING HER HIS HEART IS HERS
LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE OMG I AM SO EMOTIONAL *THROWS THINGS* *THROWS ALLL THE FUCKING THINGS*
I AM GONNA THROW MY COUCH AT SOMEONE NOW BECAUSE DID YOU HEAR HOW SHE SAYS KILLIAN? ALL SOFT AND TENDER AND LIKE SHE LOVES HIM.
AND OMG HENRY FOUND HER AND THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HENRY TOO. THERE’S JUST SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS ROOM THAT I AM IN PAIN AND FUCKING LOOK AT THE SOFT WAY THAT KILLIAN LOOKS AT HENRY TOO LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
AND HENRY GOD HENRYYY I AM SO PROUD OF HIM AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE JUST BELIEVED AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE ALL COME FUCK ME
AND SHE FOUND THE REST OF HER FAMILY TOO BECAUSE OF HENRY
AND THEY’RE HERE ON HER FUCKING WEDDING DAY TO HER FUCKING TRUE LOVE OMFG I AM OVERWHELMED
AND SHE LOOKS AT HIM RIGHT AND SHE’S TELLING HIM THESE THINGS ABOUT TRUE LOVE AND FAMILIES
AND FUCK ME IF KILLIAN JONES ISN’T COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IN AWE OF THE WOMAN IN FRONT OF HIM. I AM OF THE OPINION THAT KILLIAN JONES THINKS THAT EMMA SWAN IS MAGIC AND HE IS BESOTTED WITH HER ANEW EVERY SECOND THAT HE LOOKS AT HER
AND THIS MOMENT AND EMMA’S VOWS AND OMFG JUST BECAUSE YOU LEARN THAT YOU COME FROM TRUE LOVE DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU WILL FIND IT
AND YET HERE HE IS AND HERE SHE IS AND IT TOOK CENTURIES AND CURSES AND ADVENTURES THROUGH TIME AND REALMS AND FUCKING
NOW THEY STAND HERE AND SHE SMILES AT HIM THIS WAY
AND HE SMILES BACK AND THEY HAVE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THEM YOU KNOW? ALL YOU EVER REALLY WANT IS FOR SOMEONE TO KNOW YOU, TO SEE YOU, TO KNOW YOUR STRENGTHS AND YOUR WEAKNESSES, YOUR FAILURES, YOUR SUCCESSES AND TO LOVE YOU ANYWAY.
AND THEY HAVE THAT AND THEY’RE PROMISING TO NEVER LEAVE
AND GODDDDAMN EVERYTHING HELLLLP BECAUSE HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK MY EMOTIONS ARE SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WITH MYSELF I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH
AND OK SHE’S PUTTING THE DAMN RING ON AND HE CAN’T STOP STARING AT HER. LIKE HE JUST KEEPS LOOKING AT HER AND SHE IS FUCKING STUNNING, I DON’T BLAME HIM
HANDSSS HANDS ARE THE REASON FOR MY BEING A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR
HANDS AND THE WAY THEY’RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER
AND THE WAY HE SAYS I DO, HIS EYES UNWAVERING FROM HERS
AND THE WAY SHE DOES THE FUCKING SAME *SLAMS KEYBOARD* WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NONSENSE
LOOK AT THIS SMILE, IT WON’T FUCKING STOP LIKE OMFGGGGGG
ARCHIE IS ME HERE. HE GETS ME. HE TOO IS MARVELLING AT THE PERFECTION THAT IS THE JOY OF CAPTAIN SWAN.
HUSBAND. AND. WIFE. THE. FUCK. WHAT. HOW. I. CANNOT. BELIEVE
THIS FUCKING PERFECTION I CANNOT DAMN BELIEVE DAMN FUCK
AND I THOUGHT I HAD DIED ENOUGH BUT NO, THERE WAS A FUCKING DIP, HIS HAND CLEAR FUCKING AROUND HER WAIST AND COMING BACK AROUND AND THEN FUCKING
YOU GOT YOUR HAPPY ENDING SWAN LIKE KILLIAN FUCKING JONES AND FUCKING EARRING
AND THEN OK, LEAVING ALONE THE DEVASTATING SMILES AND THE CONTENTMENT RADIATING OFF THEM
AND THE ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND THE FUCKING FUCKING EARRING
LEAVING ALONE ALL THIS, YOU HIT ME WITH A HAPPY BEGINNING?! THIS IS UNFAIR AND I AM IN TEARS AND I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS
It was not the way he expected it to go down. Which, honestly, was rather impressive because in the past two years of their partnership Chat Noir must have plotted out at least 50 different possible scenarios in which he finally heard the coveted words.
They had been joking around, legs swinging off the edge of of the parapet and laughing, enjoying the warm breeze.
“Come on, you can’t tell me that your birthday is this week and not let me get you a present,” Chat whined, “what sort of partner would I be.”
“The last thing I need for my birthday is a dead rat on my doorstep,” Ladybug teased as she once again failed to do a Jacob’s ladder with her Yo-yo. She scowled down at her weapon and Chat had to bite back a laugh. There was something incredibly endearing about the fact that for all the truly amazing things she had done with the magical item, she couldn’t seem to get the hang of a simple trick.
“Ah, but you know that I won’t be giving you that, because I don’t know where your doorway is,” Chat grinned, “so your argument against my giving you a gift is invalid.”
She rolled her eyes, but he could see her fighting back a smile.
“Come on,” he whispered, dropping his chin onto her shoulder, “I’ll get you anything you want.”
“Anything?” she asked, twisting her head to look at him and causing their noses to brush together.
“Cross my heart and swear not to die, because I already promised you I wouldn’t after what happened last month.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twisting into the disapproving pout that had become one of his favorite expressions. Not that he had a lack of those where she was concerned. Still, this particular look of fond annoyance was easily in the top 20.
“Please?” he cajoled, stretching out the vowels like a hopeful child asking for a new toy.
She looked away and Chat smiled. If she couldn’t meet his eyes it meant she was caving.
“If Mayor Bourgeois is allowed to give you a statue, the least I should be allowed to do is get you a birthday present,” he whispered, trying not to fist pump as he saw her bite her lower lip. Victory was almost assured at this point. “Please?” he said again.
“Anything?” she asked hesitantly.
“Anything,” he assured her in the same quiet voice while internally he screamed in triumph. In fact he would probably be annoying Plagg later with his obligatory victory dance.
Ladybug said nothing, continuing to stare out into the night, but Chat had learned patience was the key to these sorts of moods, so he simply waited, his head continuing to lull against her shoulder.
“Yes My Lady?”
“You love me right?”
He felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew she didn’t mean it the way he wanted her to. It was a friendly statement, a joking lead-in to a request that usually meant she was insecure about something. It wasn’t the first time she had said it, but he still couldn’t help but be affected by the words.
“Of course, to the end of my nine lives and beyond,” he said, his tone light despite the rapid pounding of his heart.
“And you won’t make fun of me?” she said, with just enough of a tremor in her voice to belie her playful smile.
“Never. Cat’s honor.”
She took a deep breath and reached her hand up to pull at the collar of her suit.
“What are you doing?” Chat squawked his face turning beet red as her fingers slide beneath the fabric and down towards her collar bone.
She gave him a bemused smirk as she pulled out a carefully folded note, much to Chat’s simultaneous relief and dismay.
“Never figured you for a prude,” she said tapping him on the nose with the paper.
“What is so important that you felt the need to carry it around under your suit?” he grumbled, then instantly regretted his outburst when her shoulders hunched slightly. “Is it a picture of me? Admit it you pull it out to stare at it when I am not around.” He gave her his most salacious smirk and she gave him a playful shove, the momentary flash of doubt replaced with amusement. He mentally high fived himself on the nice save. Another thing to brag to Plagg about when they got home.
“No. It’s a letter.”
“I assume you are either going to elaborate, or you have decided to pursue a lifelong dream of becoming the world’s greatest calligrapher.”
“Never mind, you never did appreciate my sense of humor.”
“It’s a letter for my crush.”
His heart sank.
“It’s stupid,” she said hurriedly, “it’s not even signed. I don’t know what is wrong with me that I can’t even bring myself to give him an anonymous love letter. I stupidly thought that maybe I would get lucky and could run in to him as Ladybug and maybe then I could…” she trailed off with a miserable laugh that broke his heart far worse than her infatuation with someone else.
“It’s horrible,” she cried, scooting back just enough so that she could look at him, “seriously, you have no idea how pathetic I have been.”
“Come on it can’t be that bad.”
“For months I couldn’t even speak a complete sentence in front of him,” she wailed, “much less tell him how I feel!”
“That’s totally normal.”
“Oh, it get’s better. Because I wasn’t just content to make a fool of myself. No then I compensated by getting worse! My room is plastered with pictures of him. I have one framed on my nightstand!”
“You are hardly the first person alive to go overboard about a crush,” Chat said thinking of his own hoard of fangirls that had only increased as he edged closer to adulthood.”
“I wrote down his schedule on my calendar. In detail! Every time I learned something new, up it would go in big swirly cursive with little hearts and everything.”
“OK, that’s admittedly a little weirder,” Chat winced, although he was somewhat amused at the image of her dotting little hearts all over the place, “still it could be-”
“I stole his phone!”
“OK yeah, you’re crazy.”
“I told you. Instead of just confessing to him like a normal person I turned into,” she gestured helplessly at herself, “this.”
“But at least you admit it,” he said kindly. “and if need be I can get you the name of an excellent therapist.”
She gave him a weak smile, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a gentle hug.
“I thought if I could just give him this letter, even if he didn’t know it was from me, then I could… I donnow, not move on exactly but, get better, maybe?”
She fiddled with the piece of paper in her hand and somehow, seeing her like this- relaxed and vulnerable, and just a little bit insane- made him love her even more.
Maybe they would never amount to anything. Maybe she would end up with this mystery crush, or the next one. But in that moment Chat knew that he would never regret loving this girl. He would be happy to stay by her side in whatever way she needed him. That would be enough.
“Do you want me to give it to him for you?” he asked, any regret he might have felt vanishing at the hopeful look that sprang to her eyes.
“Of course Bugaboo. Although, if this turns into some sort of wacky rom-com where he thinks that I am the secret admirer and starts chasing after my dazzling good looks and unparalleled charm, you are not allowed to make it my fault.”
“Ok,” she laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder with a sigh that he could swear reverberated in his very soul.
“So who am I delivering this to anyways?” he asked a little shakily carefully plucking the letter from her and slipping into into the pocket of his suit. “Who is this dashing rogue who has turned you into a literal lovesick schoolgirl?”
“Adrien Agreste,” she confessed with a blush. “I’m in love with Adrien Agreste.”
It was definitely not how he had expected things to go down. Never in a million years would he have dreamed up this scenario when he finally heard the coveted words- his name on her tongue, her voice saying that she loved him, HIM, of all people.
It was not what he expected- but damn if it still wasn’t the greatest moment in his life.
Look who’s back to her 4 word prompts! On to the next one! (Not taking any new ones just finishing up the ones I have.
Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.
Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane.
A/N: Here we are! The sequel series to Remedy :) I was gonna go somewhere else with this, but it kinda hit me out of nowhere and I thought this could be as sweet and cute as it could be heartbreaking and funny at the same time. Get ready for some awkward situations (and boners), people!
There’s a woman standing in front of me. She looks sad, scared; but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She says ‘Bucky’, and I can’t help but think that I’ve heard that before, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where I am, but I feel no threat, not from the man in the blue combat-suit next to me, not from the red head that’s next to him, holding his hand and looking equally sad as the woman before me. Not even from the man with the glasses and a doctor’s coat on my left. They all look at me as if they know me, and.. like me? They look nice enough, I guess. But I can’t help but stare at the woman standing only a feet away from me, tears in her eyes. She looks so sad.
Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.
Word Count: 3692
Author’s Note: Okay team, I love-hate South Dakota. I think that shows in this part. XD I hope you like it anyway. Fun factoid, so far I have been everywhere in this fic that I am taking you all, and by the end there is only one place that I’ll not have described from experience.
I woke early this morning and made my way to the kitchen, Steve was already up, wolfing down a protein bar and preparing for a run. Not quite ready for conversation and definitely not interested in a run on my first vacation in years, I slipped silently past him onto the elevated deck that wrapped around much of the cabin Y/N had managed to find and rent for us. I have to admit after 14 hours of driving yesterday alone, most of those hours contentious and stressful, this cabin with plenty of room for the four of us to spread out is a much-needed reprieve.
As much as I hate to admit it, Nat knew exactly what she was doing convincing Y/N to map out this trip. She knows exactly how far is too far a drive for one day, when we all need space or when it’s okay to tough it out and share a small hotel. Just now the space and the quiet is a welcome change from the hot, overcrowded amusement park or the busy city streets.
I check my watch and know the sun must be coming up, but looking out from the roughly hewn pine railing, all I see are tall, dark evergreens covering the rippling hills in front of me. I can’t even see another house from here. The morning air is cold on the back of my neck since I’ve tied my hair to calm it, so I flip my hood up over my head and turn with a start when I hear her soft voice. “It’ll warm up soon.”
Summary: Y/n is a cheerleader on the River Vixens and
has a date with her quarterback boyfriend, Archie. The only problem is Cheryl
won’t end practice.
Word Count: 1603
Hi~ can you please do a cute archie x cheerleader reader? 🖤
know actually nothing about cheer (even though I have so much respect for the
sport) so I did a tiny bit of research for this. Sorry if I got any cheer lingo
wrong or messed something up. Let me know and I’d be happy to adjust it! //
Also I wasn’t sure if the request wanted a Friday night football game kind of
story so I kind of just did what I thought would be cool, but now I definitely
want to write more cheerleader/football!archie stuff so be on the lookout. (Requests are open!)
mess, don’t mess,
mess with the best ‘cause the best don’t mess!
fool, don’t fool,
fool with the cool ‘cause the cool don’t fool!
the east to the west
Bulldogs are the best!
beat ‘em! B-U-S-T bust ‘em!
‘em, bust ‘em, that’s our custom! Come on Bulldogs readjust ‘em!
You along with the rest of the
River Vixens were breathing heavily after running another cheer, it could
practically be called panting. You were the flyer, with three equally exhausted
bases under you including Betty and Veronica, finished in a liberty position
with your hands in a high v. You’d been practicing for close to four hours –
with no water break. Cheryl was always aggressive but this was a new high even
“That was great ladies,” Cheryl
yelled standing up from her spot on the bleachers. You looked down to Veronica
and Betty and smiled in relief; it’d been a long day of getting yelled at by
Cheryl and this seemed like progress. “Except that it wasn’t. It was actually
terrible,” she walked down the bleachers toward the squad, putting an extra
emphasis on ‘actually’. “My grandmother could cheer that better than you sacks-of-potatoes-with-skirts-and-ponytails
that call yourselves ‘cheerleaders’. And she’s been dead since Obama’s first
term.” Your face fell. You should have known. This was Cheryl Blossom we’re
The bases helped you down and you
all gave each other long, knowing stares with heavy eyes. “I swear to god, I’m
gonna go New York on her,” Veronica threatened. All the Vixens were thoroughly
done with Cheryl for the day. Unfortunately, though, it didn’t seem that she
was done with you.
She pulled out her megaphone for
added drama. It’s not like she needed it. Even if her voice wasn’t extremely
loud and high pitched enough to make dogs bark from a mile away, she was only
standing like fifteen feet in front of you. “Why don’t we run ‘Be Aggressive’.
Is that simple enough for you guys? Can your tiny little pigeon-brains handle
that? And if it’s as bad as the rest of practice has been, it better be because
all of you are puking your brains out or morbidly injured!”
Everyone was parched and needed a
break. You decided it was worth a try. “Cheryl?” All eyes turned to you with
shock and desperation. She cocked her head, egging you on and crossed her arms,
waiting for you to continue.
Normally you would just deal with
Cheryl and imagine something really embarrassing happening to her to make
yourself feel better, but today she had put you in an especially bad mood. You
we’re supposed to be going out with your boyfriend, Archie, soon but it didn’t
look like she had any intention of ending practice in the near future. He was
the school’s quarterback so he would be finishing up football practice any
minute and you guys were supposed to be finished with rehearsal half an hour ago.
“Uh, I was wondering if maybe we
could get some water?” You asked with an especially pathetic expression and
your best puppy dog eyes without being obvious. She gave you a blank expression
and stared at you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Like 15 Mississippi
“You know what?” she probed, still
using the unnecessary megaphone, “Yes, you girls can get water. But only
because if I have to listen to you imbeciles butcher another simple cheer, I’m going
to Van Gogh both my ears off, and I mean that. Be back in two minutes.”
A couple of girls ran up to you
graciously but most just ran to their water to make the most of the time that
was given. Two minutes in Cheryl-time was pretty different from two minutes in
real-time. Just then, the football team parted ways signaling the end of
practice. Some guys went to their cars but a lot stayed behind to watch the
cheerleaders practice. It was kind of creepy but football normally got out
after cheer so it wasn’t usually a problem.
Archie, jogged over to you with his
gear still on and his helmet in his hand. He smiled at you with crinkly eyes
and ran his fingers through his disheveled copper hair. “How’s my favorite
You forwent an actual greeting and
instead just yelled “WATER,” at him, grabbing the green bottle in his bag with
the Gatorade logo on it and gulped it. It came out a little more desperate and
forceful than intended but you figured he got the general ‘welcome’ message.
When you finally came up for air he looked at you in awe and gave a chuckle, “Well
hello to you too.”
“Sorry, it’s just Cheryl’s been
crazy all practice. This is literally the first water break we’ve gotten.”
“Cheryl? Crazy? How new and
different for her.” He leaned in to kiss you but you dipped out of the way.
“I promise you don’t want to kiss
me Arch, I’m really sweaty.” You handed him the bottle back.
“Yeah, but I’m really sweaty too so
it cancels out,” he leaned in and kissed you softly.
You smiled up at him, “Ah yes,
simple algebra. How could I forget?”
The nice moment you were sharing
was interrupted by the sound of nails on a chalkboard, also known as Cheryl
Blossom’s voice through a megaphone, “ONE MINUTE”.
Your head whipped around back to
your boyfriend. You HAD to get out of this practice, and you had an idea of
“I need you to stomp on my foot
He shook his head in confusion, “What?
Why? You’re kidding, right?”
“Archie please. I don’t have time
for questions. Cheryl is gonna kill me, at least if I don’t get to her first.
Now just please stomp on my foot. With the cleat, she’ll check for damage.”
“You’re not kidding. Y/n! no! I’m
not just going to crush your foot. Are you crazy?”
“Come on!” you pleaded with him.
You looked over at Cheryl. You could tell even from this far away that she was
getting increasingly impatient which meant that you were running out of time. “You
don’t even have to stomp that hard! Just like, leave a mark or something, I’ll
act out the rest!”
“Y/n, I’m not going to stomp on
“Archie,” you widened your eyes at
him and talked slowly and deliberately. “I swear to the lord above if you do
not stomp on my foot, with cleat, right now, then I will not talk to you
for a solid week. I swear.”
He opened his mouth to say
something, contemplating what to do. He really didn’t want to hurt your foot
but he knew that, strangely, you would be really mad at him if he didn’t.
Cheryl’s voice rang from the
megaphone, “LET’S TAKE IT FROM THE TOP VIXENS!”
Archie went against his better
judgment, lifting his foot about two feet off the ground and slammed it down
onto your soft sneaker.
“SHIT!” You buckled over and
grabbed your foot in pain, balancing yourself by holding onto Archie with your
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I
really didn’t want to –”
“It’s fine, Arch. That was perfect.
But I will need you to carry me over to Cheryl. She’ll want to see this.”
He put the rest of his equipment in
his bag and lifted you up bridal style and headed towards the cheer squad. “Cheryl’s
going to kill me right?” “Probably.”
She had her back turned to you as
she was yelling at a freshman about how her hair looked unprofessional. “Cheryl?”
You called out to her. She whipped around and her jaw dropped.
“What did you do to my flyer
He cautiously answered her, “I’m
really sorry, I just accidentally stepped on her foot with my cleat…”
“Which foot?!” Her eyes were wide
with rage. You lifted your leg to indicate. She walked swiftly over to you and
roughly pulled off your sneaker, making you wince a bit in pain. Sure enough,
Archie’s cleats had left their mark. Your foot was red and it was obvious you couldn’t
do anymore flying today. She threw the shoe into your hand that wasn’t wrapped
around Archie’s neck. “Next time keep your big clown feet to yourself Boo Boo
the fool.” She turned and walked towards her place in the bleachers. “Get out
of my sight Y/n and put some ice on the foot. It better be healed by next
practice,” she warned over her shoulder.
You looked at Archie, “I think… we’re
free to go.” You looked back at the squad and saw Betty and Veronica getting
into formation to run something. Betty reached her arm out dramatically towards
the two of you and you could see Veronica mouth the words ‘Take us with you’.
You reached back mirroring Betty’s motion as Archie turned away and walked
towards his car.
“At least now we can make our
dinner reservation. I got us a table at this great place called Pop’s. You
probably haven’t heard of it, it’s pretty underground.” Archie quipped.
“Oh yeah? Sounds cute. I really
will need some ice when we get there though. You know you actually stepped on
me pretty bad,” you said to him, knowing how it would make him react.
“Are you kidding me? You forced me
to do it! You threatened me!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding relax. I
will need some ice though.”
It’s not odd at all to have a connection with a home, a place where bits of your life happened. But what about a home that you have no personal connection to other than noticing it’s sheer beauty peering out from amongst a thick blanket of trees? I cannot even begin to explain the flood of excitement and admiration that washed over me the first time I spotted the house I will from here on out refer to as Margaret. Like with most places I find, I was out on a random weekend drive. While speeding down Route 2 in Mason County, West Virginia toward Point Pleasant, a road I’ve been down countless times, something in the distance caught my eye that I had never noticed. I quickly turned around and headed off the main road, dropped my car into 2nd gear and began to slowly ascend up a narrow one lane back road. As I grew closer and the trees parted, I simply could not believe what laid upon my gaze. How could something so beautiful and majestic just be sitting here all alone? Needless to say I immediately fell in love with this antebellum gem. Dozens of questions about this place flooded my curious mind as I drove up the muddy and narrow driveway. That was in December 2015.
Over the past year or so I’ve been periodically making the 45 minute drive to shoot photos of Margaret. No matter what my mood she always made me feel better. I don’t know why I immediately felt such a strong connection with a home that I’ve never lived in. Perhaps she knew I would be coming along one day and admire her how someone once had. I sure as hell can’t fathom why someone would leave her behind. Sadly while on a recent visit, that same moment of laying eyes on her as the trees parted that made me fall in love, this time made my heart fall to the pit of my stomach. At first glance at a distance I thought maybe someone was demolishing the home. As I drove closer I realized that it was far worse. Margaret had been torched. I looked at my girlfriend and just kept saying “No! No! No!” as we drove closer. How!? Why?! I had just visited a few weeks prior and everything was fine. Judging by what’s left (or rather lack there of) it appears she burned for a while. Who the hell would do something like this? One thing is for certain, I will miss Margaret dearly.
God I know Injustice 2 has it’s shitty moments but…I am mesmerized by the facial and mouth movements? I have never seen anything like it before?
Like Jesus look at all the subtle muscle movements? How the left side of her mouth turns up before the right to say “buckets”. How you can see the strain of her muscles as she puts more force into that one word.
God I know I sound stupid but I’ve been looking at this for a solid 5 minutes just reveling in it? We’ve come so far in such a short time. I can’t imagine what games will look like 5 years from now.
Note: that title though. ;) omg. but I’m not sure how this turned out? fair warning: it’s pretty long…. let’s hope for the best. feedback is welcome! .c
Request: Can I request Steve x Bucky x Reader experimenting with different kinks (dom/sub, BDSM, control etc.)? I love your work! - @widow-made-me-do-it
The whole team wanted to chill out and have a solid quiet night. You were glad you weren’t due for a mission for at least two days. Everyone was relieved to hear that until Nick could get any further information about the mysterious attacks circling the world, there was nothing you all could do, and there was no reason to get into any trouble while digging up dust and dead bugs, as Nick said.
So, you all sat around the common room, sharing funny stories and happy memories you all had. Even Bucky joined in, his smile bright and kind, the laugh he belted made your heart skip. As did Steve’s as he finished Bucky’s words when Bucky couldn’t form a coherent sentence any longer.
As the sun went down, you were sitting on the sofa with Nat and Wanda, resting your head on Nat’s shoulder while Wanda’s was on your opposite shoulder. Sam was smirking, looking around at everyone. He had the bright idea to play a game he and his friends used to play in college.
“The game is called “Top 3”. It can be about anything.“ Sam explained, his smirk deepening. “Uh, we usually played the dirty version. But, ladies are present.” Sam added as he chuckled, tipping his beer bottle towards your side of the room. All the men laughed and Nat scoffed. “Hell no! We’ll play the dirty version!” She shouted as her words slightly slurred, causing you to laugh beside her.
Wanda groaned and sat up straight. The cool air from the absence of her body heat made you shiver. “You men, always underestimating how far us ladies will go!” She said, crossing her arms. Tony snickered and shook his head. “Let’s play then!” Clint chimed in with a grin.
You and Nat sat up now, looking at Sam. “Alright, alright. We’ll go around the room. Oh! If you come up blank, ask a naughty Q!” Sam said before his eyes landed on Tony.
“Tony, top 3 positions?” Sam asked, making the room laugh. You snorted and watched Tony’s face turn a bright shade of red. He took a long swallow of his beer and sighed, sucking his teeth afterwards.
“Doggy, missionary, against the wall.” Tony rushed out, his eyes focused on his beer bottle. A few hums and snorts sounded through the room. Tony cleared his throat and looked at Steve.
Steve’s face held a smirk and he patiently waited as Tony figured out what to ask him. “Steve, top 3 body parts.” Tony said, feeling a little more comfortable since he didn’t have to answer for a little while.
Steve chuckled and rubbed his chin as the room grew quiet. “The obvious: ass, breasts, vagina.” Steve stated simply, causing a blush to creep onto your cheeks. His eyes glanced towards you and you bit down on your lip, shifting your gaze elsewhere. It happened to land on Bucky, who was also staring at you, his tongue circling his plump lips.
The three of you always had a little sexual tension together. You never acted on it, until you were alone in your bedroom at night. Sharing a floor with the two super soldiers had its advantages and disadvantages.
You would hear them both grunting through the night, sometimes you would run into one of them in the hallway, shirtless and a towel wrapped around their waist. You would immediately become shy and flustered at the sight of either of them almost completely bare.
Your bathroom was in your room, whereas they shared one that was in between their bedrooms, too bad it didn’t connect through. One time when they both came back from a mission, you let Bucky shower in your bathroom. It was late and he had walked in on you being intimate with yourself, and well, you heard his own grunts not too long before he got out.
Neither of you said anything to the other after that and the next day, a similar thing happened with Steve. Now, there’s a lot of built up tension between-
“Y/N?” You heard your name being called, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Hm?” You asked, turning your head towards the voice. Nat was smirking down at you. “I asked you your top 3 kinks.” Nat said, her brows raised.
You hadn’t noticed that it was already your turn, most of what was said had been drowned out. “O-oh. Umm.” You nervously looked around at everyone. You got really shy when everyone’s attention was on you and you sank in your seat, your cheeks turning red. “I-I don’t really know.” You said quietly.
Nat nodded and tapped her chin. “Fine. You have to answer a question then.” She said in a sultry tone, resting her hand on your thigh. You gulped and looked up at her.
“Would you ever have a threesome?” She asked, her teeth bright as she grinned down at you. Your heart sped up and you tried your best not to look at Steve or Bucky. With a tentative nod, you answered Nat’s intimidating question.
You knew for a fact you’d let the two super soldiers devour you and make you their own little mission for the night. Nat gasped and giggled, slapping her hand on your thigh. “No way! Shy miss Y/N would have a threesome!” Nat yelled, seeming quite shocked. The room was full of laughter, gasps, and low hums. “Now that’s something you don’t hear every day!” Clint chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.
You finally gained the courage to look at Steve and his eyes were on your chest. Your eyes then moved to Bucky and he was adjusting his pants, his eyes focused on your mid-section, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. Their stares caused your spine to tingle and a wave of pleasure to surge through your body, shooting straight to your core.
Nat called your name again and you quickly thought of something to tell Wanda. Wanda nudged your arm and you smiled shyly. “Top 3 places to do it?” You asked softly, unsure of how she’d react. She giggled and you heard the room laugh. “Oh, boy. This is gonna be good.” Sam snickered as Wanda thought for a moment.
She smiled and bit her lip. “Anywhere, really. But I like public places, this couch is pretty nice.” She giggled, making you and Nat gasp. “Wandaaa! Not my cooouch!” Tony whined, standing out of his chair and shaking his head. “Okay, that’s enough for me.” Tony grunted, stumbling off to go to his room, you figured. The team laughed and you shook your head at your naughty friend.
As the night went on, other members had filtered out of the room, ready for bed. You were quite ready yourself, though you had other plans than sleeping. You were pretty flustered and turned on after this, and seeing how Bucky and Steve were staring at you like hungry animals caused you to feel a ball of energy building in your core.
You sighed and stood from your seat, causing all eyes to fall on you. “Well, this was fun, but I’m ready to hit the hay.” You said softly, nervously rubbing your arm. Steve and Bucky looked at you and you heard Sam sigh. “Yeah, I’m going, too. I’ll see you all in the morning!” Sam said, leaving the common room.
Mumbling a small goodnight to your friend, you turned to look at Nat and Wanda. They smiled and gave you a kiss to your forehead and a hug before leaving to their bedrooms. You were facing with your back towards your floor mates and you slowly turned around to face Steve and Bucky.
They stood up and you nervously smiled at them; you could already feel the heavy tension in the air. “Well, I’m gonna go to sleep.” You said softly, watching them smirk before you turned around. You walked off towards the elevator and you could hear their faint whispering and footsteps behind you. Your neck heated up and it reached your cheeks.
Bucky followed closely behind Steve as they stepped into the elevator with you. You took a small nervous breath, smelling both of their cologne’s invade your senses. Swallowing thickly, you closed your eyes for a moment. You needed to calm down. Steve pressed the button to your shared floor and you sighed softly.
The elevator was quiet and the two men were standing either side of you, their bodies dangerously close to yours. You gently glanced up at Steve, noticing that same smirk plastered on his lips. He was staring straight ahead and you turned to look up at Bucky.
Bucky smirked, noticing your movement from the corner of his eyes. “It’s impolite to stare, Y/N.” Steve said, his body now facing you. You flinched a little and immediately blushed, his body moving much closer. “I-I-”, you stuttered, your eyes holding Steve’s.
You suddenly felt Bucky step closer to your back, his hands resting on your hips. “Now, now Steve. Don’t scare her. Doll, we came up with an idea.” Bucky said, moving your hair off of your shoulder with his metal hand.
Steve smirked and raised his hand up to brush his index finger along your jaw. The small action and the feel of Bucky’s hands on your body had you trembling in the knees. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you loved it. “Wh-what is it?” You asked, feeling Bucky’s lips ghosting over your neck.
A gasp fell from your lips and your eyes fluttered shut. “We want to help you find out your kinks.” Bucky whispered against your soft skin as Steve’s thumb brushed over your parted lips. “Would you like that, Y/N?” Steve asked lowly. You opened your eyes to meet Steve’s stare.
After what felt like forever, the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. You nodded and let Steve and Bucky pull you towards your bedroom. Bucky locked your door while Steve sat you down on your bed. Bucky joined Steve and they stood in front of you, their muscular arms crossed.
You licked your dry lips, fiddling with your hands in your lap. “You’re shy so I’ll bet you like to be dominated.” Bucky smirked, stepping forward. You creased your eyebrows and watched Bucky’s every move.
He bent down and placed either hand beside you on the bed, his eyes level with yours. “I want you to strip.” Bucky rasped, his breath fanning across your red tinted cheeks. “Now.” Bucky ordered, the serious undertone and all around huskiness of his voice sent a shiver to your core.
You inhaled shakily and nodded your head gently, gripping your shirt in your hands. Bucky stood out of your way and watched with Steve. They licked their lips at the sight of your chest, their eyes soaking in every inch of exposed skin.
Next were your leggings and you kicked them off. Your arms covered yourself and Steve almost cooed at your shyness. “Y/N, you’re beautiful. You don’t have to hide from us.” Steve spoke softly, reassuring you.
You sighed and slipped your hands behind your back, unhooking your bra. The chill in the air caused your nipples to harden and Steve groaned. “Fuck, look at her, Buck. I’ll bet your panties are soaked, aren’t they, Doll?” Steve asked, every word that dripped from his mouth drew you in and made your pussy throb.
You pulled your panties off and you were about to throw them to the floor along with your other clothes, until Steve gripped your wrist. You thought you did something wrong, until he took your panties from your hand and brought it up to his nose.
Steve inhaled your scent and groaned, his eyes falling shut. You guessed a woman’s scent was a kink for him, but as he passed them to Bucky, maybe both liked it just as much. “Fuck, Y/N, you smell amazing.” Bucky moaned before dropping your panties to the floor.
You blushed and bit your lip, anticipating their next move. “So, how do we start?” Steve asked, rubbing his chin as he thought. You honestly didn’t know what you liked, or you just never paid attention the few times were intimate with someone else.
Bucky discarded his shirt and motioned for you to lie down. You did just that, resting your head on your pillow in the middle of your bed. “Spread those legs for me, Doll.” Bucky said, climbing onto your bed after sliding his pants off. You could see a bulge in his black boxers and your mouth started to water.
“Maybe we could try tying your hands together? Would you like that?” Bucky asks you, his finger trailing down your torso. The simple act caused your skin to cover in goosebumps.
“S-sure.” You all but squeaked out, feeling Bucky’s finger stop right where you needed him. “I like that idea, Buck.” You hear Steve rasp, the clicking of his belt coming undone near your ear.
You looked over, watching Steve slide his pants off. His shirt was on the floor and you couldn’t help but drink in his toned body. Bucky suddenly grasped both of your wrists tightly, eliciting a rather sensual gasp from your parted lips. Your eyes met his and he bit his lip. "Oh, she’ll love it.“ Bucky said with a chuckle, noticing your reaction. Bucky’s hands slid down your arms as Steve started to tie his belt around your wrists.
Making sure you couldn’t break free easily, Steve dropped your arms above your head. You found that you actually liked this. Not being able to move your hands made your adrenaline rush through your veins; every move Steve and Bucky made wouldn’t be able to be stopped by you. It caused you to be more alert, and it made your pussy throb with anticipation.
Bucky’s lips placed soft kisses along your chest, his tongue lapping at your hardened nipple. You moaned and tried to grind your hips against Bucky’s, but his hands held your waist down harshly, his fingers digging deliciously into your skin.
You bit your lip and you couldn’t help but try to grind against him again, loving the reaction you pulled out of him. Bucky growled and pushed your hips down again, his metal hand flying to your neck. You let out a moan at the pressure, your eyes rolling back into your head.
“Move again and you’ll be punished.” Bucky ordered you, his breath fanning across your face. You whimpered at his sudden dominance and opened your eyes, seeing Bucky’s eyes staring into yours. You nodded obediently and Bucky pulled his hand away with a smirk. “Steve, we’ve got a sub on our hands.” Bucky chuckled deviously as he moved to your side.
Steve was straining in his boxers as he climbed onto your bed, his lips finding yours as his hips settled between your legs where Bucky previously was. “Fuck, I love a submissive woman.” Steve whispered against your mouth. “You call me Captain and you call Bucky Sergeant. If we hear our names, you’ll be punished.” Steve said, trailing his lips along your skin. “Yes, Captain.” You submitted to him.
His lips were on yours again and you let out a small whimper, allowing his tongue to start wrestling around with yours. Pulling away too soon, Steve’s hand caressed your cheek. “What do you want?” Steve asked, his nose rubbing gently against yours.
Your wrists twisted in the belt, your breathing becoming heavy. “I’ll be back.” Bucky called out before you could answer, his body leaving your bed. All you could focus on was Steve’s hand moving down your body towards your pussy.
His middle finger rubbed small circles on your clit, pulling a gasp from your parted lips. “Is this what you want? You want me to play with your pretty pussy?“ Steve asked, his eyebrow raised. You nodded frantically, remembering not to grind your hips. Even though you wanted to so badly.
Steve moaned and captured your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it before pulling away. “Captain, I need you.” You whined, feeling his finger sliding down your wet folds, teasing your entrance. “You’re so wet, Y/N.” Steve whispered, kissing down your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as he kissed his way down to your collarbones. “Are you gonna be a good Doll?” Steve asked, his eyes watching your face.
You nodded and met his intense gaze, seeing him smirk. Steve moved away from you and you watched him reach for your silk scarf on your chair. He walked back over and placed it over your eyes, tying it around your head, making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose.
A nervous breath fell from your lips and you tugged on your bottom lip, darkness consuming your vision. Steve resumed his position and your ears perked at every movement you heard. “Do you like the blindfold?” Steve asked, his mouth resting on your hip.
Before you could reply, Bucky appeared back in your room, you had no idea where he went or what he was planning on doing. "Playing already?“ Bucky chuckled, slipping his pants back off. “Blindfold. Nice one.” Bucky said with a smirk. He plopped down on your bed beside you. “See if she likes this.” Bucky rasped, the sound of something jiggling around in a ceramic mug catching your attention.
Since you couldn’t see, you wondered what he and the other super soldier wanted to do to your body. A whimper fell from your lips when you felt something cold and wet-no doubt an ice cube-running along your inner thigh. “Mmm, she likes it.” Steve chuckled, your muscles twitching in your thighs as his hand carried the ice cube down to your pussy. Bucky gasped when he saw your pussy clench as a cold water droplet fell down your slit.
“You’re such a responsive girl, Y/N. Who knew you’d like such naughty things?” Bucky asked, his voice closer than before. “Please, I-I need your mouth , Captain.” You quietly begged, raising your hips off of the bed.
Steve repeated Bucky’s action from earlier and pushed your hips back down. “Remember, you said you’d be a good Doll.” Steve said firmly, tossing the nearly melted ice cube in his mouth. You felt a few droplets fall onto your pussy and you moaned. It took everything in you not to jerk your hips again.
Bucky’s mouth was on your breast in no time as Steve let his mouth close on your wet pussy. You gasped and clenched your fists, the sucking motions coming from both of their mouths sending a wave of pleasure through you. “Oh, Cap!” You cried out, Steve’s cold tongue licking you from your entrance up to your clit.
Both men moaned against you and you squeezed your thighs around Steve’s head. He chuckled and sucked your clit into his mouth, letting one of his fingers slide into your tight hole. “Captain, oh yes!” You squealed. Bucky’s lips came up to yours and he swallowed your moans as Steve made out with your drenched core.
Steve curled his finger inside of your pussy before inserting another one. He pulled his mouth away with an obscene pop and finger fucked you fast and hard. “I want you to cum, Y/N. Cum for Captain.” Steve ordered you before attaching his lips to your clit again. Your head turned to the side and you bit the skin of your arm, broken moans falling your lips.
Your hips were grinding against Steve’s face as you felt your first orgasm of the night quickly approaching. Bucky was sucking and biting your exposed neck, no doubt giving you a few marks.
“Fuck! Captain, I’m so close!” You yelled, digging the back of your head into your pillow. Steve smirked against your pussy. His fingers curled one last time and your back arched off of the bed, ‘Captain’ rolling off your tongue like a prayer.
After you came down from your high, Steve kissed his way up your body. “I want you on your knees.” Bucky ordered, helping you down onto your floor. You licked your lips and Bucky’s thumb pulled your chin down so your mouth was open. Steve was stroking himself on your bed now, a clear view of what was about to happen.
Bucky slowly slid his thumb into your mouth, rubbing it over your tongue. Without a second thought, your tongue stuck out, ready to submit to Bucky’s needs. "Doll, you’re killing me.“ Bucky groaned, his eyes glued to your mouth. You felt Bucky pull his thumb away and he gripped a handful of your hair so you could sit higher on your knees.
You whimpered at the sting. “And she likes hair pulling.” Steve chuckled, his thick cock resting in his large hand. You could hear his ragged breathing from behind you and it sent tingles to your core. “Are you gonna be a good Doll and suck Sergeants cock?” Bucky asked, keeping his hand gripped onto your hair.
You licked your lips and nodded. “Yes, Sergeant.” You said softly, wishing you could see Bucky’s cock. You felt the tip rub against your bottom lip and you gasped, moving your head forward only to have Bucky jerk it back by your hair. You gasped again and moaned, biting your lip. “Tell me you want it.” Bucky growled. “I want it, Sergeant. Please. Let me suck your cock.” You pleaded, tears springing in your eyes under the blindfold.
Bucky groaned lowly and you figured he liked controlling you. You didn’t mind because you were definitely up for letting him do anything to you. You felt Bucky’s cock rub against your bottom lip again. Making sure Bucky wouldn’t jerk your head away again, you slowly stuck your tongue out, twirling it around his swollen tip. A gasp fell from Bucky’s lips as he watched you.
You moved your head forward and sucked his tip into your mouth, tasting a bit of pre-cum. You hummed against him, taking in more of his thick cock. “Oh fuck, your mouth is amazing.” Bucky grunted, his hips jerking into your mouth. You moaned and urged him to keep going. “You want me to fuck your mouth?” Bucky asked you even though your mouth was occupied and you couldn’t answer.
You nodded and took more of him in your mouth, feeling his hand rest on your cheek. Inch by inch, he slid inside of your warm, wet mouth. “Fuck, Doll, yess.” Bucky choked out, his tip inching towards the back of your throat. You knew how to hold your gag reflex and Bucky gasped as he watched you take him all the way, your nose nuzzling against his pelvic bone.
Bucky’s hips pulled away, only to slide back in with more force. You moaned against him and he continued the movement, his hands resting on the back of your head. “Such a good Doll.” Bucky groaned, letting his head fall back and his eyes squeeze shut. Your head bobbed back and forth, your mouth sucking Bucky back in. You let Bucky fuck your mouth, the wet sounds making your pussy throb again.
You could hear Steve jerking himself off behind you and Bucky pulled your mouth away from him, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his cock. Bucky inhaled deeply, watching your chest rise and fall as you caught your breath. “Captain, Sergeant, I want your cocks. Please.” You begged, the aching between your thighs becoming unbearable.
Steve chuckled deeply as Bucky helped you onto the bed. Steve pulled the scarf off of you and you blinked a few times. Steve’s cock was standing proudly and it was just begging for some action. You blushed and looked between the two, licking your lips. They were a heavy breathing mess, eyes blown with lust.
You bit your lip and looked down at the belt around your wrists. Bucky took the belt off and threw it to the side. “Who do you want first?” Steve asked you as you sat there on your knees. Bucky came up behind you, placing kisses to your shoulder. “I want both of you.” You whispered, nervously looking into Steve’s eyes.
His eyebrows raised and Bucky hummed behind you. “Double penetration. Such a dirty girl.” Steve whispered as you felt Bucky’s hands coming in front of you to grasp your breasts. You moaned and let your head rest against Bucky’s shoulder. His hand started moving down your torso as Steve was busy grabbing a bottle of lube Bucky had brought along with him just in case.
You felt Bucky’s hand cup your pussy and wiggle his hand against it. “I want your pussy.” Bucky growled, moving away from you before you could respond. You whined at the loss of contact but Bucky pulled your by your wrists to hover above him. “You’re such a pretty Doll.” Bucky said as he bit his lip, making you blush.
You turned to look at Steve and he was coating himself in lube. “Are you sure about this?” Steve asked, coming up behind you. You nodded and bit your lip, gently moving your hips back and forth. “Please, Captain.” You whimpered. Steve smirked and settled closer to you, his tip rubbing against your ass cheeks.
A shiver shot through you and you pushed back a tad, feeling his tip slowly start to push inside. You gasped and looked straight at Bucky, feeling the tip of his cock rub against your pussy.
Slowly, they both entered you and you held your breath, your mouth hanging open. “Breathe, Y/N.” Bucky whispered, both of their cocks sliding further inside of each hole. You inhaled deeply, your eyebrows creasing and your eyelids drooping a tad. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Steve growled, his hands gripping onto your hips.
Bucky shifted down lower, bending his knees to get a better angle. You felt them both twitch inside of you and you moaned at the feeling of being so full. “Oh, please move.” You begged the two men, hearing both of their heavy breaths. Steve’s lips were on your back, pressing soothing kisses as he started to slide in and out of your ass.
Bucky reached his hands to your face, pressing his lips against yours as he started to fuck your pussy, his cock stretching you just as much as Steve’s stretched your asshole. A string of grunts fell from Steve and you whimpered against Bucky’s mouth.
Your heart was racing and your holes were throbbing, but it felt so amazing. You never thought you’d be in this situation, and you didn’t want it to end. But feeling their huge cocks both fucking you, you knew you wouldn’t last long. Neither would they.
Steve started to speed up, his cock sliding in as Bucky’s slid out. They kept a rhythm going and it made your head spin. Steve gripped onto your hair, jerking your head back as Bucky’s mouth attached itself to your breast, his hand grasping the other.
You squealed as they both slammed their cocks into you at the same time. “Fuck, it’s so deep!” You yelled, your body shivering with pleasure. The room was filled with skin slapping against skin, manly grunts, and your high pitched moans.
“Your pussy is so good. You’re such a good Doll for us, Y/N.” Steve growled from behind, his forehead resting against your back. You gasped as you felt one of their hands reach down to rub your clit, causing your pussy to clench. “Fuck!” Bucky yelled, his cock slamming into your pussy harder as Steve slapped your ass.
Bucky’s cock twitched inside of your pussy, his tip bumping against your g-spot full force. “You’re gonna make me cum.” You breathed, watching Bucky’s eyes roll into the back of his head. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his neck, licking a stripe up and back down. Both of your holes clenched around their cocks and they moaned simultaneously. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bucky groaned, the veins in his neck popping.
Steve was breathing heavily and all it took was one thrust from each of them to send you into ecstasy. “Oh, Sergeant! Captain!” You cried out, your hands tugging on Bucky’s hair.
They continued to slam into you, chasing their own release. “Oh god. Oh go-” Steve’s words were cut off by a loud, drawn-out moan, Bucky following right after.
You breathed heavily as you felt them fill you up with their hot cum. They were shaking above and beneath you, your holes throbbing around them as they rode out their orgasms. Your head fell onto Bucky’s sweaty chest and he was breathing rapidly. Steve pulled out of you, falling to your side.
You heard Steve chuckling and you lazily turned your head to face him, feeling Bucky slide out of your pussy. “I can’t believe it took us so long to do this.” Steve said, turning his head over to look at you. Bucky chuckled under you and you blushed. “Well, I know some of my kinks now.” You said softly, your cheeks hot.
Bucky rubbed your sides and you noticed his metal hand was now warm instead of cold. “You’re honestly so amazing.” Bucky breathed, his hands moving your hair out of your face. You reached your hand out for Steve and pulled him in for a kiss. Bucky watched with a smile on his face.
Steve hummed into the kiss and Bucky gripped your chin, your lips making a wet sound after you pulled away from Steve. Bucky’s lips met yours and Steve huffed beside you. “Such a selfish man. I get her pussy next.” Steve said with a small chuckle. You pulled away from Bucky and looked between the two.
“Wait, so this is gonna happen again?” You asked with wide eyes. Bucky laughed and you got off of him to sit in between the two. Bucky turned on his side, facing you. Steve did the same, both of their hands resting on your thighs. “If you want.” Steve whispered, placing a kiss to your arm.
You blushed again. “There’s a lot of kinks out there, Y/N.” Bucky said lowly, his tongue licking up your other arm. You bit your lip and smiled. “Well, who’s ready for round 2?” You asked, hearing the two men chuckle.
Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom
“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.