#''i'm alive....i can tell because i still have that annoying pop song stuck in my head''

[xyloophones]

I am v sorry I’m sending in two but I just saw “I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.” and I can’t stop laughing bc tmfu au om g??? (Said between either two of the four idiots or one of the idiots and Sara tbh) ((you can ignore this one or the other if you want !!))

i’m doing both bc i love you and i love this au 💕 

more tmfu au

18. “I’m alive… I can tell because of the pain.”

Sara does not get paid enough for this. 

Gunfire is pretty standard, in her line of work. She’s basically a glorified babysitter, with her children being an elite team of four of the biggest names in the espionage business. 

And they are. Children, that is. 

But they are also infuriatingly good, if a little annoying at times. So, when the unmistakable sound of a firefight filter in through her earpiece, she’s honestly not too worried. 

“Get in, get the intel, get out,” Sara instructs. “Oh, also, don’t get shot.”

“We’ll try,” Viktor answers her, before there’s an explosion on his end and Sara’s connection is dropped. 

Sara bangs away at the keyboard, trying to re-establish connection. She connects a call to Phichit, who’s running intel out of a hotel room not far from where Viktor and Yuuri are infiltrating an international drug ring. 

“Phichit, help,” is all Sara says before her connection suddenly springs back to life. 

“Don’t worry, I gotchu.” 

“You’re a lifesaver.”

Phichit hums in thanks before he goes back to hacking into the cartel’s bank accounts. 

Sara taps back into the team communication channel. The fight seems to be over. She does a quick check-up. 

“Viktor?”

“I’m okay!”

“Chris?”

“I’m fine, still in the getaway car, but I think Yuuri is dead.”

“I’m alive,” Yuuri’s voice crackles in, “I can tell because of the pain.”

Viktor spends the next ten minutes fussing and fretting over Yuuri who, it turns out, wasn’t even injured during the fight. They took down all the henchman and then Yuuri, in an attempt to signal Chris, fell out a window and into a dumpster. 

A dumpster. Ex world-renowned art thief and CIA’s top agent, Yuuri Katsuki, fell into a dumpster. 

They really don’t pay her enough for this. 

// send me two characters or more and a prompt and I’ll write you a short fic //

[vidavalor]

Bucky's new favorite past time is trying to convince Sam that he's obsessed with the worst ear worms of modern pop music.

He literally Googled "annoying songs" one night and listened to a few for research purposes, wondered why the hell he was still alive, and then proceeded to roll them out to Sam while he was away on a Cap thing. He's texting Sam at midnight like "this one's my new favorite" and...

Sam: THE MACARENA?! THE MACARENA IS YOUR NEW FAVORITE SONG?!

Bucky: You don't have to yell, Sam. I can't hear you anyway. You're texting me, not calling.

Sam: There is something seriously still wrong with you. We have to bring you back to Wakanda for a software update.

Bucky: Hey, I listened to more modern music. I thought you'd be thrilled.

Sam: That song is like 30 years old, man.

Sam: Actually, wait, shit, I was in school when it came out. You're right, it's modern. Super modern, even.

Bucky: You danced to this in your youth?

Sam: My YOUTH? You're doing that thing when you purposefully try to sound ancient even though nobody, including you, ever talked like that. I know that shit, Buckaroo. I've got the History Channel.

Bucky: So you know the dance. The Falcon can do The Macarena? Aye, dios mio...

Sam: Now I have it stuck in my head. F U, Buck...

Bucky: Have you ever heard "Honey, I'm Good"? This is a swinging tune!

Sam: Why you gotta do me like this, man? I thought we were friends.

Bucky: It has a good beat and a nice story. He doesn't want to leave with the person at the bar because he has someone at home. It's romantic, Samuel.

Sam: You had actual romantic shit on your phone the last time I stole it. What happened? Did they find you? Have you been turned into a Russian weapon of musical disinformation? Is this some kind of plan to drive America's superheroes into insanity?

Bucky: I had that live Ella on earlier but who needs "You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To?" when there's

Bucky: hang on, I forget what this is actually called...

Sam: God, I don't wanna know...

Bucky: the one with the girl with the apple bottom jeans and boots with the fur.

Bucky: (with the fur).

Sam: the whole club was lookin at her.

Bucky: who doesn't want someone who wants to fold them like a pornography poster? That's Shakespeare.

Sam: *seven laughing tears of joy emojis*

Sam: Tell ya what. I'll send you a list of horrible songs to listen to if you promise to listen to them when I'm around. I can't believe I'm missing your face while you're listening to this for the first time.

Bucky: That was a month ago. It's... very catchy.

Sam: lol. I should have chosen Joaquin.

Bucky: Oh, hey, people who like this song also liked 'Can't Smile Without You' by Barry Manilow?

Sam: You're lucky I love you. Very lucky.

Bucky: I am. *red heart emoji*

Sam: *blushing emoji* Go to bed, Buck.