#I’m curious gang!!! lemme know!!!

[nombitenary]

Mmmm poll time! Been wondering this for awhile because drawing little grey dudes is the norm but I’m curious:

[stylespresleyhearted]

What are your HC for John Egan and Benny Cross AU? :)

about this clegan au post

okay so this is a curt lives (yayyy!!!) gale dies (it hurts to even type) storyline. i’m still debating his death but i do have two roads i wanna go down, i’ll probably go with whatever way ends up fitting john’s character trauma later. enjoy some first meeting hc!!! ty for asking love <33 🥹 lemme know if u want more/like how this sounds lol

• John stays in the army and continues flying. There are multiple times where they attempt to promote him to Colonel or General but he refuses, always opting to be a Major because 1) he was a Major with Gale and 2) he wants to stay avid on the field, he will never be comfortable sending young boys to fight and not be right there with them. If he’s a Colonel or General he’s got to stay back.

— John’s approach to war is Episode 5 coded during his conversation with Crank. He never heals from that completely.

•In 1965 John is recruiting doing military tours and training new flyboys. He’s leaving base one day and almost breaks his neck when he sees Gale with a beard, tattoos, and a patch riding by, yelling into the open air with glee. He’s curious of course, makes it his mission to find out who he is. Whoever this person is they have Gale’s face.

• Talks to Demarco who is from Chicago who tells him where some biker gang hangs. Tells Bucky to not get into any trouble “they’re real dangerous guys, bucky, don’t go startin’ nothing.”

•This is in the post but Zipco and Cockroach take to Bucky immediately. He wears the army uniform, but none of the arrogance and he can out drink almost any of the men there. Tell the Major to come around the bar any time he wants he ain’t no damn regular G.I.

•He stares at Benny constantly which irks him. There’s a look in his eye that Benny doesn’t appreciate, a gentleness that shouldn’t be directed at him because he isn’t gentle. His name isn’t Buck and he doesn’t want John saying his name in a tone like he’s meant to be revered. He isn’t anything, he just wants to ride his bike and stick with the gang. They make conversation once (the one also in the post) and the next time Benny sees him enter the bar while he plays pool he feels anger in the pit of his stomach, building until it has reached his throat and Benny does what he does — he hits him. Repeatedly.

•Bucky doesn’t hit back. He takes it and imagines it’s Gale’s touch. It takes Johnny, Zipco, and a few other guys to peel Benny off of him.

[quizzyisdone]

hi, I’m curious do you any any call of duty fics planned for the future right now(oneshots, fic series, aus, canon compliance or canon divergence)? If so, is it alright to share what they are gonna be about?

Hey there! I do have some planned, actually! I don't have any one shots planned, but I do have like three series in mind, one is a bit different from my normal content in that it is an Outlander style AU. Still a bunch of kinks to work out but essentially the character (who will eventually become Bell) is from the year 2025 and travels back in time to 1980 to infiltrate the Perseus collective. Not sure where to take it from there. but I also thought it'd be prudent to include David Mason in this story. Still working out the mechanics of how this character will actually travel back in time, but I'm considering taking some inspiration from the movie Interstellar.

Also have a couple more realistic/somewhat canon-compliant fic series in the works. I really like the idea of Adler finding out Bell survived and tracking her down, not to kill her but to recruit her into helping him hunt down Pantheon (like before Woods and the gang get involved) because she has experience with ultranationalist terrorists from the Perseus collective. Ofc I'm throwing in the fact that Adler and Bell were previously involved and eventually reignite their affair in an lovers to enemies to reluctant allies to lovers again trope.

Or, instead of Adler tracking Bell down years later, after the betrayal, Bell goes back to hunting what remains of Perseus and uncovers a Pantheon plot and begins hunting them down. Eventually, of course she runs into Adler and it follows the same lovers to enemies to reluctant allies to lovers again trope that I seem to love so much.

lemme know if you guys have any thoughts!!

[elijahcml]

lemme go ahead and apologize for the amount of bullet train gifs im going to use

take a peak below

— basic

name: elijah carmichael. age / d.o.b.: 33 years. june 13, 1990. gender, pronouns & sexuality: cisgender man. he/him. bisexual. hometown: born in london, uk. living in nyc since age 14. afiliation: syndicate gang member. job position: con artist. education: high school graduate. relationship status: single. a lover of mingling. children: zero that he knows of. positive traits: curious. perceptive. chivalrous. quick-witted. spontaneous. negative traits: hedonistic. opportunistic. impulsive. jealous. selfish.

— bio  told in the form of a letter bc i was bored

october 17, 2010

elena,

sometimes i wish reality was akin to fiction; maybe then these fuckers wouldn’t have made me clean up the pencil marks on my cell wall. so i wanted to live out my fantasy of tallying the days i’ve been here like they do in the movies? big fucking deal. two years, four months, and ten days. eleven days? twelve? no idea. if only i had a way of keeping track of this…

which reminds me - is mum still going to her appointments? you know i adore her, but that specialist in manhattan cost a fuckton. i don’t spend my days staring at chipped paint and sidestepping escobar wannabes for her to stay home and drown in unwarranted guilt. she’s not the reason i’m here, she just can’t fucking see it. it was never about the money or lack of it - it’s the thrill. better than any high. more addicting than any drug. nothing compares to lies, elena. you can’t stop at one, you snowball. i’m elijah, but i’m not. i’m from london, until i’m not. i can be anyone i want to be, all i have to do is say it. want it. believe it. fucking hell, it’s a madness, i know. 

i guess i’ll save you both the pain of being without the family’s pride and joy (me, you know, the one wearing an orange suit and writing this very letter from inside a glorified cage) for much longer and tell you…i’m getting out of here, baby sister. and before you panic yourself into another attack, no, i’m not recreating my own version of prison break. 

i met someone who needed a favor, and i cashed one in return. 

keep missing me, or don’t. 

but we both know you do.

yours truly,

eli

— wanted connections/plots

will update when my brain decides to work. give me drama, give me love, give me heartbreak, give me enemies, i want it all.

and i am always, always, always, looking for connections. so, if you think he fits for your chara, let me know!

[lil-bit-louder]

7 (both giving and receiving[? if you can say that about someone else swallowing]), 3, 38, 45, 47, 48, 49!

😳

7 Spit or swallow?

… 🫣 swallow (im curious!)

(i haven’t sucked a dick but it looks fun..)

3 Quickest way to get horny?

open tumblr lmao. fr any post that’s like, framed as speaking to the reader as a sub gets me going alarmingly fast

irl, touching my leg under the table

(oh I was thinking w/ ur feet but yeah grabbing my thigh also makes me horny 😅)

38 How do you prefer your partner's pubic hair?

moderation in all things? lol I haven’t been w someone’s whose I’ve wanted to change 🤷‍♂️

45 Favourite sex toy?

I don’t have any 😔 unless pillow humping counts..?

46 Do you masturbate with penetration?

Not yet… I’m nervous about my butt😅 i definitely need to try it tho, maybe I’ll report back 😏

47 Do you like roleplay?

YES LET ME ROLE PLAY I WILL BE VERY NORMAL ABOUT IT

(i am a big roleplaying nerd but ive never done it in bed, lemme get way too into character pls)

48 Any funny sex stories?

a dramonie fic I read once where draco voted nader

personally speaking the time a girlfriend was worried being a sub meant i was gonna cheat on her bc that’s what happened on desperate housewives lol

49 Weirdest porn you've ever watched(/read)?

well i was on 4chan in middle school SO im gonna choose to interpret “watched” as “intentionally enjoyed” lmao

uhhh 😳 weird is probably either incest or monster fucking (weird as in taboo) free use/bored sex (weird as in strange) or unusual amounts of cum (weird as in gross)

weird as in specific, very frequently come back to this fic about a woman getting increasingly sexually harassed by a gang of lesbian ne’er do wells whenever they see her subway. it’s a steven universe fic? (i do not know steven universe. afaict the characters in the fic have *very* little to do w/ the alien rocks they are named for)

[slytherinwolf-16]

mmm maybe! I like the ideas of course :D I might be able to put them into considerations :3 thanks for those!

if you have any other peaky blinder references I could still in LJS lemme know also! I know your a fan of the show :3

also tell me more about your stuff, I’m curious >:3

Anytime! Glad I could give you an idea or two. Brainstorming is always fun with friends!

Also, for the references, and I don't know if you've already done/considered this, but the "NO FIGHTING!" Scene from Peaky Blinders would be amazing to see! Like, somehow they end up with Lupin's grandfather and the gang are just at each others throats and Arsene is just fed up with their arguing and fighting and just goes:

Points at Jigen "No fighting."

Lightly slaps Goemon, "No fucking fighting!"

Points at Fujiko, then talks to all three of them,

"NO. FUCKING. FIGHTING!!"

One of Arsene's servants walks by, brushing against his shoulder or something and he's just so fed up he throws them to the ground or something.

Jigen, whose been snacking on whatever was near him, throws a piece of food at the servant with a chuckle.

That would be hilarious to see fleshed out, lol! :3

Onto my stuff lol:

Gravity Falls and Steam Powered Giraffe

Gravity falls is in Oregon, which is somewhere in America, and Steam Powered Giraffe mostly tours America for their shows.

Mabel seems like the type to be into some weird bands and stuff and she gets tickets to their concert somehow. Dipper would immediately agree to go along because he likes the music as well and wants to see the Automatons perform in a closer manner.

They need an adult cause they can't go alone, so they ask Stan, who agrees but isn't too happy about it. Claims the 'new age' bands aren't as entertaining and real as the musicians of the past. Stan suggests asking Ford to join as well because he likes nerdy robots and Dipper goes to ask him.

Once they are at this concert, while everyone else is singing along and having fun, Ford is just documenting the Automatons and their life-like actions in one of his journals.

Eventually, the automatons are just in town for a bit and stumble upon the Mystery shack, where they then get proper introductions to the Pines family. Naturally, Mabel is fangirling, Stan is trying to get them to buy a bunch of stuff from the gift shop and Ford and Dipper are just grilling the band about how they exist and why they are sentient and a bunch more things.

Cue them hanging out with the Pines family for the rest of their stay in Gravity Falls.

Peaky Blinders and Steam Powered Giraffe

After WW1, instead of the military shipping the automatons back to California, where they are supposed to be, they get shipped to Birmingham in Britain.

They met the Peaky boys during the war, so Tommy is relatively chill with them and invites them back to Small Heath to stay with them until they get this misunderstanding fixed up.

Later, after hundreds of letters, they realise their creator, Peter Walter the first, their Pappy, doesn't want them back and isn't even reading or getting their letters. Rabbit ends up as an impromptu babysitter for all the Shelby children (Finn and John's kids), while The Jon hangs around the horses in Charlie's yard and helps out with taking care of them and The Spine ends up becoming part of the Peaky Blinders gang and helping them with 'work'.

Spine is kind of dark in this au/crossover, while there's the thing of Rabbit being trans and she's pre-transition so everyone is still referring to her by 'he', while Jon is just having fun, like he usually does.

More of this au on @steam-powered-blinders (a blog I also run)

Gravity Falls and Marble Hornets

The Marble Hornets crew is in a chase with the Operator, it's teleporting them all over the place. They end up getting teleported to Gravity Falls somewhere in the woods.

Tim is so concerned because he keeps seeing creatures that he hasn't ever encountered in the woods, thinking he's hallucinating. Brian is worried because Tim is getting more and more worked up. Jay and Alex are just running for their lives through the trees and underbrush.

They end up coming across the cabin the Pines live in and crash in through the backdoor. They are panicky and out of breath and Brian and Jay are trying to keep Tim from having a seizure right there in the hallway.

Naturally, the Pines come to investigate because someone just stormed into their house. It's all angst and chaos from there because Ford wants to go investigate this 'Operator' they keep talking about, but the Marble Hornets crew completely refuse to even so much as step out of the house because it's 'safe' and 'guarded against anomalies'.

[tulsa-trash]

Goody Two Shoes

Dallas x Good!Girl Headcanons

WARNING(S): Swearing, NSFW Content

y'all loved that dally sm*t from yesterday so I had to give you thirsty b*tches some more content ;)

-Dal met you through Ponyboy. Pony had brought you over to the Curtis house when you two were put together for a school project.

-Half way through the project, Dal showed up along with some of the other gang members.

-All bets were off once his cold eyes met your wide, curious ones.

-He would casually flirt with you every time he would pass though the kitchen. (which was oddly quite a lot.) He would leave you completely flustered and looking like a tomato from all your blushing.

-Him knowing he could affect you like that boosted up his already h u g e ego.

-You and Pony became good friends, which resulted in you hanging out with him outside of school a lot more.

-Which also resulted in an excuse for you to see Dally more… and for him to flirt with you.

-”Well, if it isn’t my biggest fan!” He would teasingly greet you.

-”Oh shut it, Winston!”

-”D.amn, doll. I love it when you talk to me like that.”

-”Like what?”

-”When you attempt to be hostile towards me but it fails.”

-He was your first kiss, you went out with him and some of the guys to the Nightly Double and he decided to walk you home. He was teasing you about being a goody-two shoes, so you kept making comments on all the bad things he does along with girls he’s been with.

-”Psh, so what? I bet you ain’t ever even kissed a guy before so I don’t wanna hear it.”

-When you remained silent and he learned his suspicion was in fact true, he was dead set on kissing you. (and possibly getting a lil sum more bc he’s a perv)

-”No way, man. How is that even possible?” He asked you skeptically.

-You shrugged, “Never got the opportunity, I guess. Plus I don’t even know how.”

-”Lemme teach ya, then.”

-And with that he grabbed you and kissed you.

-You would purposely try to doll yourself up whenever you go by to hang out with Pone, knowing he would see you.

-”Who you gettin’ all dressed up for?”

-”Certainly not you, Dallas.”

-”Really? Mind tellin’ me who then? So I can put him six feet under.”

-Is honestly such a bad influence on you.

-The first time you smoked…

-”Dal, i’ve never smoked before… I’m scared.”

-”Scared? Jesus, kid. It ain’t gonna kill ya just take one hit off it.”

-First time you robbed something from a store…

-”Dally!? Why are you stuffing that in your jacket? Put it back!”

-”Just shush up and stick this pack of smokes in your bra.”

-First time you skipped school…

-”C’mon, babe. Come hang out with me today.”

-”Dal, I have a test today I can’t miss it.”

-”Screw that, man! You can make it up some other time. Lemme take ya out for a coke.”

-It was all Dallas’ influence lol

-Although you had somewhat of a good influence on him.

-The guys noticed he wouldn’t smoke as much when you were around, knowing that you didn’t like it.

-He would also try to think twice before he got into trouble, because the first time he went to jail while he was with you, you were hysterical.

-”How the hell could you do that to me!? I was worried to death!”

-”Jesus, baby. Calm down, alright? I’ll try to be more behaved.” He would joke.

-Definitely took your virginity.

-It was in his room at Buck’s one night when you snuck out to see him. One thing led to another and he had you naked, underneath him in his bed.

-You were trembling from both nerves and excitement as he was getting ready.

-As he slid himself inside you, you whimpered in pain. He thought you looked so perfect laying underneath him, completely vulnerable. It took him a lot of self control to not start railing you right there on the spot, he felt bad that he was hurting you.

-”Dal…”

-”What? Do you wanna stop or sum?”

-”N-No. Uhm… I’m just thinkin’.”

-He rolled his eyes, “About what?”

-”Are you still gonna like me after this?”

-He paused his movement and looked you in the eyes, which were swimming with all sorts of emotions that he himself couldn’t really comprehend. Your doe eyed gaze drove him wild.

-He leaned down and pressed a gently kiss to your forehead, which caught you way off guard because he was never one for sweet gestures.

-”Look, kid. I don’t think I could stop likin’ ya even if I tried.”

[wings-of-the-ten]

I loved your Erend/Kotallo bromance post! So glad your gonna work some of it into WIC (I am sceaming for the next chapter!!!)! Can I ask what you see his relationships with the other Gaia Gang members as?

Aww, thanks! Yeah, drinking buddies and spicy chicken wings after a game of Strike will bond those two.

I imagine that Zo and Kotallo initially bond over paint. Kotallo runs out of white paint, and awkwardly asks Zo if she has any spare. It’s different from Tenakth paint, which I headcanon uses machine oil in it as a base so it doesn’t run when they sweat, whereas the Utaru is probably more clay/chalk based (with nothing to back that up in canon, so if you have better ideas or evidence from game, please lemme know!). She asks him if he needs help applying it on his right arm, and he flushes and bumbles out of there all awkwardly (it’s very intimate (not necessarily romantic though) to paint someone, usually reserved for squad members, parents/family, and lovers). Zo, as healer, brews medicinal teas which help Kotallo if he’s having a rough day with his arm, and he spars with her since she’s a spear-fighter and a good challenge for him because her fighting style is so different. They become good friends and he likes to listen to her sing around the base.

Kotallo sees Varl as a good fighter, but not exceptional. He does ask during some game dialogue with Aloy if all Nora are as impressive(? I forget the exact word) as those two, so he knows the boy’s got skills, but he also suspects he’d rather not be a fighter when he doesn’t have to be. They bond over the knowledge they’ve found using the Focus. Varl finds some Tenakth-related thing he doesn’t understand, and asks Kotallo to elaborate on it. Four hours later, Kotallo is hoarse (hoarser than usual) and Varl is just soaking it up like a sponge. Erend plonks a mug of ale down and Kotallo drinks half of it in one go.

Alva he finds extremely irritating and draining to start with, with all her endless questions. If you remember how annoyed he was with Aloy’s questions (admittedly he wasn’t in a good place, mentally, at that point), then it’s a bit like that, only he masks it better with Alva. She probes with no sensitivity whatsoever until she realises too late that she’s asked something deeply personal and made him super uncomfortable. But, Kotallo is patient and he sees that she’s just curious. After a while, Alva asks him to show her some self-defence as a way of making up for it, and he’s honoured to teach her how to protect herself (she doesn’t want to become a warrior, just how to get out of a situation), and he comes to see her as a younger sister and gets oddly very protective of her. She finds his stillness calming, and in time, he actually comes to welcome her questions. He also finds her constant chatter oddly soothing. (I’m going to work the self-defence lessons into What I Choose, so you’ll see that once the story gets that far - it’s too precious not to include!).

Beta he doesn’t really know what to do with at first, and he tends to avoid her because the first time she saw him, she froze and ran away (he was probably scowling unintentionally. That boy has some serious, unintentional Resting Kill Face I’m sure). He initially expected her to be tough and resilient like Aloy, simply because he didn’t understand the implications of a clone not being literally the same person. He quickily understands though that her strengths lie in strategy, and he really admires her for that, and for the mental fortitude she must have in order to have come through the terrible abuse and neglect, and yet remain kind and generous. He’s protective of her too (because he’s a Protecc Boi and this is His Squad now!), and he sees her very much as her own person. She teaches him a bit about coding and technology, which allows him to make his own entries into the database, and with her help he and Alva begin to compile their own separate logs and data on everything that’s occurred with Aloy’s ‘new’ mission. The GAIA Gang Files, if you will.

I’ve covered Erend and Kotallo a bit in that other post, but Kotallo genuinely enjoys playing Strike with Erend, even if Erend isn’t anywhere near as good as he is, and loses practically every time. Zo finds it a frustrating game though she gets it quickly, and Varl is really terrible at it. Aloy does not have the patience for Strike and doesn’t play unless forced. Alva gets it really quickly but is too hasty, and Beta is the only one who consistenly wins against Kotallo. Kotallo is a good listener, so Erend eventually opens up about losing Ersa, and the two kind of bond a bit more over what it’s like to lose loved ones - Kotallo considers his former squad family, and I’m not sure if it’s stated in game or not, but for some reason I headcanon that most of them died during the Red Raids. A few are still alive though, I think, but some of them changed their opinion of him after his injury, and that is something he never quite gets over. Anyway, they eat ridiculously spicy Desert Clan food (which Erend actually grows to love, even if it makes him sweat and turn red, and it’s not actually Kotallo’s favourite either, since he grew up with Sky Clan stuff. ‘Land and Lake’ is his favourite). Erend won’t touch scorpion skewers.

That’s my rough and rambling personal take on Kotallo’s relationship with his new squad. After he goes back to the Grove, he misses Zo’s wordless compassion and Erend’s horrible music and bitter ale (he might be responsible for a few kegs turning up at the Grove for festivals), and Alva’s insatiable curiosity and Beta’s quiet instructions. He also misses Varl as someone to geek out over lore with, and that’s something that he and Zo do.

Zo names Kotallo the Utaru equivalent of godfather to her baby and he cries.

I’ll try to weave all of this into my story as far as it fits and is possible, if not, now you have extra background knowledge :).

[jamesshawgames]

New Relics 3 Update!

OK gang, new update just went live! It incorporates the following changes:

Many typos and small issues fixed in the earlier chapters.

The last “After the War” section has been added to the end of the Pax Britannica epilogue.

The bug with sealing the María relationship in Interlude 3 has now been fixed.

Specializations have been rebalanced (this pretty much just involved adding a few more Historian and Traveler options - I think the other two were already pretty well-represented).

Grandpas! Now every grandpa gets a moment.

Please lemme know if there are any more issues. I’m also curious to know whether the recent fixes from last week have made the Endgame more viable for “altruistic”-type players, which was one of the concerns expressed above.

[bimrsadler]

Hello how are you doing? Mind If I request another arthur x reader fanfic where basically the reader comes back from a really long day at work and arthur is being extra fluffy with them? If you don't mind, I really love your writing, I hope you are having a nice day!

Creature Comforts

A/N: thank you for the compliment, I hope you have a good day as well and enjoy fluffy Arthur!

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn reader

Word count: 1,068

Warnings/tags: fluff, modern Arthur

While you normally found it easy to be calm and collected, today was different as you slammed the door behind you. You were only human and could only take so much. Another day of overtime, incompetent bosses and an exhausted body. You let your shoes drop carelessly next to Arthur’s boots as you swore under your breath.

You heard him approaching from the living room, surprised he was home on a Saturday. He walked in casually, curious about your irritation. “Y’okay there sweetheart?” You simply let out a groan and shook your head. “One of them days huh?”

“More like one of them weeks,” you walked over to him as he took you in a tight embrace. “Thought you would’ve gone out for drinks with the gang tonight…”

“Nah didn’t much feel like it. Besides after lettin’ me know you were working late I I thought ya might like the company.”

“That’s sweet Arthur, I would.” You pulled away from him to move toward the cupboard, “we can have a drink here instead I suppose,” you said as the pop of the wine cork filled the kitchen.

“Sounds like you’ve earned it anyway,” Arthur stated while setting the glasses on the counter.

You turned around to pour the wine but before you realized it, your elbow met with the glasses and sent them crashing to the ground. They shattered into many pieces all over the floor, large and minuscule alike.

“Woah it’s okay darlin’ don’t move, I’ll get the broom,” Arthur carefully stepped over the glass to get to the closet.

You just wanted to have a drink with Arthur after a long day. Why did everything seem to go wrong all at once and why did the little things have to feel so big? You felt tears welling behind your eyes along with the embarrassment of feeling like you were overreacting, but there they were, streaming down your face.

Arthur appeared in the kitchen again, “alright lemme just…damn what’s wrong sweetheart?” Noticing your emotional state, he set the broom down and came to your side. “Nothin’ to feel bad about, we can get new glasses anytime.”

“It’s not that I just…feel like everything is going wrong today and when I wanna relax I can’t even seem to get that right.” You let out small heaves as you rested your head on Arthur’s broad shoulder.

“I understand whatcha mean, c’mere,” he empathized as he wrapped his large arms around you and rubbed your back tenderly. “I’m gonna clean this u-”

“Arthur it’s my mess to-”

“Hey…” Arthur’s tone was quiet and calming, barely above a whisper. He pushed you out to arms length while gently grasping your waist and looking into your eyes. “I’m gonna clean this up, ya got enough on yer mind. But first I’m gonna find another glass to pour this wine in and run a hot bath for ya, how’s that sound?”

You looked at Arthur with admiration and gratitude, “it sounds amazing,” you admitted while wiping a stray tear away.

“Good, now c’mon.”

Arthur helped you step over the glass and led you to the bathroom. While the tub filled he helped you undress, gingerly placing kisses on your shoulders and neck.

After you eased into the hot water, he rubbed your shoulders and encouraged you to vent about the day if you wanted. You took him up on the offer, realizing how good it felt to vent to a sympathetic ear.

“Y’know darlin’ ya ain’t gotta keep workin’ there if ya don’t want to. I can support us if you wanna just…take some time off and think on things. Figure out what you really wanna do ya know?”

The juxtaposition of Arthur speaking so kind and delicate while his powerful hands worked your tense muscles made you feel safe and secure in ways you hadn’t experienced before him.

While you hated feeling like you were imposing, you knew that you deserved to be happy and if anyone was going to support you through it, it was Arthur. “That’s really generous of you, handsome. I’m gonna think about that,” you smiled up at him.

“Good. Now I’m gonna clean up,” Arthur rose to his feet and handed you your wine. “Try to relax and take the edge off.” He left with a kiss to your forehead.

The tension managed to ease enough that the work day was in the back of your mind. With each touch and sweet gesture from Arthur, you’d felt the stress of the day melt into the background. After some time passed he knocked on the door before letting himself in. He leaned against the doorframe, hands on his belt and a smirk on his face.

“Whatcha smilin’ at cowboy?”

“You. Ya look good in there, and I’m happy to see ya windin’ down. Much as I hate to ask ya to get out though, how ’bout we have some dinner?”

You stood up and began drying yourself off, “that sounds great, I’m starving. I don’t think either of us should bother cooking though…”

“Way ahead of ya gorgeous,” Arthur said with a wink as he wrapped you in your robe, warm and soft.

As you were led to the living room you saw that Arthur had ordered from your favorite takeout place and set it all out on the coffee table with blankets at the ready on the couch.

He pulled you against him with a gentle squeeze to your shoulder. “Whatcha say we watch a show or movie we been meanin’ to while we eat? You can pick if ya want.”

You moved to face Arthur and pull him in for an unhurried and appreciative kiss, threading your fingers through his soft hair. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed this.”

“Well I had a tiny idea when you came through the door cussin’ like that,” he said with a crooked smirk. You reacted with a playful eye roll before his tone returned to being serious. “I’m happy to make yer day better anytime ya need it, and don’t ever feel like ya need to keep it in, ’kay?” You nodded as Arthur leaned in for a reassuring kiss then motioned toward the couch.

You had spent the day feeling like no one around you ever listened or cared about what you had to say, but came home to the exact opposite. Sighing happily, you soaked in the bliss of the warm food in your stomach, and Arthur’s warm body beside you.

[kingfakey]

What’re ur fav true crime podcasts and least favs? Genuinely curious cause I listen to true crime and wanna know ur opinions! heh

lemme preface this by saying that lately i’m on a real kick for true crime that isn’t Just Murder? i think court cases and history are worth looking into an examining, especially when you’re any kind of marginalized when the systems they’re talking about are stacked against you. true crime doesn’t have to be, and shouldn’t be, totally murder centric.

last podcast on the left has been doing this a billion years and while their humor is incredibly blue, the research is always solid. i don’t always tune in every week, sometimes i go months without listening, but i know they always got my back. i recommend starting with their series on the Black Death.

some place underneath highlights and focuses on cases about missing women, and explores the systems in place that allow women to fall through the cracks. very funny hosts that manage to bring levity to some real heavy topics. highly recommend their under the shadow of sherri series.

let’s go to court! it’s exactly what it sounds like: looking at true crime through the lens of the court room drama that ensue. sometimes it’s murder, sometimes it’s scams, sometimes it’s a disaster for an insurance company to deal with. i tried to think of an important episode but honestly episode 11 is my favorite and represents them perfectly.

cult podcast i almost typed cunt podcast and that’s what they’d want. my favorite of the cult podcasts out there! they don’t limit themselves just to cults either, they sometimes venture into gangs and hate groups and a whole bunch of other stuff because turns out they all function just like a cult. i recommend starting with the timothy Leary series, for the culture.

you’re wrong about… it was capitalism all along! another one that for me has stood the test of time despite some host shake ups. it’s not always true crime, and it’s a lot of bedunking and rebunking and sometimes they just hang out on bunk beds. for something light and to get an idea on the vibes, i’d start with one of their summer book club series!

least faves are rotten mango, morbid, my favorite murder, and wine and crime. oh, and ashley flowers just… like on the whole.

[red-spider-lily-of-chaos]

“‘Kay, if I’m right, he’ll jus’ believe m’words an’ take ‘em without thinkin’… or assault with his apples ‘gain. Lemme jus’ read ‘em t’make sure… hmm…” pushing a long piece of paper towards his nose, the King squinted his eyes and tried to read out his not-so-formal peace treaty to a specific territorial tree. “Whisky-uh, Whispy Woods!! I… know ya an’ tha-th-that there poofball had problems, but not as much as ours… Ah, bark boy’ll buy it.” Shrugging, he jumped into a portal that appeared to lead into the very forest…

or was it his destination by default?

Unbeknownst to Dedede, there was a most curious bunch wandering close to the portal, mood somewhat low. "Huh. They must have changed up their travel route... Dammit, so much for easy meat." The voice came from what at first glance appeared to be a human woman. Until you noticed such things as her apparent lack of pupils, small fangs as well as the fact that the red lily foliage on her was part of her and NOT a very elaborate outfit.

Accompanying her were a few others, all of the same species she was, just with different flower types. A rather tall, sturdy, bulky-looking white rose was to her left. To her right was a graceful but strong looking clover. Behind her were three much shorter than herself and the two flanking. Judging by the thinness of their leaves, and the strange spindly flower that almost resembled an electrical antenna of some kind in shape, they were likely grass. "Perhaps we might have better luck if we spread out." The clover said.

"Er... Us three don't do so good on our own... " said one of the grass trio.

"You three may stay together if you wish. I know Grass Flora are pack hunters."

The rose chuckled.

"You gonna be alright on your own, Majesty?"

The Lily grinned in return, giving a thumbs up.

"You know I will, Thorn."

"Alright. Y'all just holler if any of you need me!" The rose said, as the gang split up.

Now on her own, The lily crouched down, picking up the pace while still staying low to the ground. Most of the prey in this territory knew what she looked like. It was best she remain unseen.

She had been on the move for a few minutes when she decided to stop and take a breather for a moment.

"... What the... ?"

She had spotted a strange light. Hesitant, she moved closer until the source came into view. The lily found herself staring at the strangest thing she had ever seen. It almost looked like an oddly-colored whirlpool on its side just floating in the air. "... "

She stood there, wondering if she was losing her mind, when the sight of a person coming out of the strange whirlpool-thing made her jump back and gasp in shock.

"WHAT THE-!?"

[xbabybajix]

Patch Me Up

Chifuyuxf!reader

I apologize in advance for any errors made! I’ll proofread it again later but hope y’all enjoy! (This was also posted from my ao3 acc)

SUMMARY: You’re at home studying while your friend/crush Chifuyu decides to pay you a visit after receiving a beating from another brawl with some gang members… what he doesn’t know is that you’re tired of his constant teasing and decided it’s payback time.

It was another long night for you, having to stay up and pull an all nighter in hopes you’d pass your upcoming exams. You looked out your window, deciding that the stars in the night sky were far more entertaining than the math problem in your text book

“Hmmm wonder what chifuyu is up to..” you wondered out with a hand resting on your cheek.

You began to day dream about the things you’d like to do once exams were over and released a yawn. “Ahh, i think i will take a well deserved nap after this problem” you think to yourself. It was the first out of 15 you had ledt to do.

Once you got up and did a few stretches you decide to grab some water from your kitchen and a smal snack. After having set down your things, you hear a sudden noise that was hitting your window

You felt a vein pop on your head out of annoyance “these damn kids don’t have anything better to do.. it’s almost 2 am what the hell is their prob- CHIFUYU??”

You were quick to slide your window open to let him in, you noticed he seemed to be strugging getting onto your balcony first and helped him out

“Here hold onto my arm”

“Thank you y/n… damn your pretty strong, being able to pull me up with just one arm” he snickers.

“Yeah yeah whatever, you already know this since I beat you at arm wrestling all the time” you say as you sling chifuyu’s body onto your shoulders.

“Cmon, you look like shit chifuyu what happened??”

“Heh. Thanks y/n! I always get butterflies in my when you insult me <3”

“Stop flirting and go lay down, I’ll go get my supplies” you flicked his forehead began to head to your restroom

“Can’t wait!” Chifuyu flashes that cheeky grin you absolutely adore.

You closed the door to the restroom and took a big breath “he’s going to be the death of me.. but I’ll show him two can play at that game..” you smile mischievously while biting your nail.

Once you headed out with your newfound confidence you swing the door open and see chifuyu sitting casually on your bed

“Alright ‘fuyu I got everything ready, now lemme take a look”

You gently touched his jaw and tilted his head towards yours,

Did he just blush??

“Be gentle yeah? My eye feels so tender right now”

“Yeah sure, but before I do that can you lay down on the bed for me? I’ll have a better look if your laid flat”

“Uhm what” chifuyu’s mind went blank for a second

“You heard me. Go on make yourself comfy” you looked at him with curious eyes testing him.

After all that talk, chifuyu suddenly feels nervous, not knowing your intentions, he gulps and begins to settle himself onto your bed. Once he’s gotten himself comfortable he takes a peek at you.

“Y/n I’m ready now, i think it would’ve been fine if i just sat down you know- WOAH Y/N WHAT ARE YOU-“

“HEY SIT STILL OR ELSE IM GONNA POKE YUR EYE OUT”

Chifuyu was so shocked by your bold actions but here you were, the girl he’s been crushing for years now is straddled right on top of him.. their faces so close together, he takes a glance at your face and appreciates the curved edges that align your lips, so plump and kissable.. what were we doing again?

“Earth to chifuyu, you need to lay back down ok? I patched up your cheek so I just need your eye” wait… did i just space out and stare at her lips while she was treating my wound??? Man that’s so creepy ugh

“You ok?” You tilt your head at the boy, acting like you didn’t know what he’d been doing

“Yeah I’m fine”

You giggled softly at him and began to lean towards his face

“Now stay still okay fuyu?” Your face starts to heat up when you felt a hand grab onto your waist

“Is this ok? I figured if i hold onto you, I won’t move” you weren’t buying that innocent face he was giving you but you also didn’t mind it one bit. You loved this dynamic you and chifuyu shared. It was so thrilling to be able to tease your crush and watch him crumble over the simplest of gestures. It went both ways though, chifuyu was able to fluster you with just his words and seeing you become squirmy and speechless made it worth it every time. But there was something about this that made it feel a bit more intimate, for some reason everytime chifuyu came back from having a brawl with other gangs, he always came back and asked you to tend to his wounds. After a few minutes of silence you decided to pop up the question

“Why do you always have me clean up your wounds fuyu? You know it’s not that hard, i can teach y-“

His hand suddenly grabbed your arm and he looks at you with serious eyes for the first time tonight “I don’t want to learn how, i just want to be able to come back to you every time, I know I seem to tease you a lot, but i do it because I really like you y/n. You’re too cute for your own good sometimes and it drives me nuts. Being able to be close to you in this way fills my heart with so much love that I feel it might jt explode to be honest. I feel like I just fade into your touch sometimes… it’s become addicting to me”

Woah… the pounding in your chest hadn’t been able to stop since chifuyu looked at you..

“Chifuyu… do you mean that or are you just teasing..?” You looked into his eyes searching for a hint that it was all a joke, but found nothing.

“Meant every word y/n.. i like what we have right now, but I just wanted to let you know that it’s not just games to me”

For some reason fear was not present for you today so with chifuyu’s response you leaned in and pressed a soft but chaste kiss onto his cheek, nose and finally lips. Your lips stayed there for a few more seconds before llettinf go only to see chifuyu looking speechless with a drip of blood coming down his nose.

“Hey your nose is bleeding pervert” you laughed.

“I SWEAR ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I GOT PUNCHED IN THE NOSE EARLIER Y/N BELIEVE ME” he pleaded, but you knew he was just messing around like usual again.

“Yeah okay, well I’m done here now. You can go home” you began to lift yourself off of him until chifuyu pulled you down for another kiss.

“That’s payback for earlier, you’re not as slick as you think you are y/n, but you did manage to get me riled up I’ll admit” you rolled your eyes slightly and cuddled next to him.

“I’ll take that as a win then <3” let’s just say that the math problem remained unsolved that night.

[amxrany]

Talking About My Favorite Twst Ships/Pairs/Groups (Platonic Edition 🍵)

Note: I will be mentioning some spoilers (main story and events) that happened in the japanese version of twst, so if you play the english version I’m just warning you ahead of time

Note 2: This will also be arranged in the same order as the romantic edition (click here to see how it’s arranged), If you don’t respect one’s preferences then don’t even bother reading this 🥰

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏~

𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟑

Deuce and Epel 

- Ok so I really didn’t get their friendship at first cuz I was still new to twst at this time and I was still far behind Pomefiore arc, and when I finally reached said arc I had to speedrun it cuz Ignihyde Part 1 was about to release so I didn’t have time to read the translations. But when I did, I understood why like damn I want a friendship like that (coming from someone who can’t talk to people) . Like the beach scenes omg I should have taken the time to savor those moments but no your girl decided to speedrun the entire chapter (because ngl Chapter 5 was a bit boring and Ignihyde was coming up)

𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟐

Shroud Brothers ( Idia & Ortho )

- You know back in the day I didn’t know much about these two but the more I got into twst, the more I got interested in their relationship as brothers. Like think with me here, Ortho was literally a robot and Idia is a shut in, who wouldn’t be curious about it. BUT GODDAMN I GOT HUMBLED SO HARD READING THE CHAPTER 6 TRANSLATIONS. LIKE I ALREADY HAD A FELLING ORTHO WAS DEAD BASED ON HIS FIRST BIRTHDAY VIGNETTE (where Floyd gave Ortho sneakers (I do remember it was shoes but please correct me if I’m wrong here) and Ortho hung it up and someone pointed it like “hey did you know that what Ortho is doing implies that he’s dead”) but to have it hit you in the face was so 😭 LIKE IDIA IS LITERALLY THE BEST BRO YOU CAN ASK FOR WAAAAA. LIKE HE REGRETTED WHAT HAPPENED TO ORTHO SO BAD TO THE POINT HE MADE HIM AGAIN WHICH IS JUST 😀🔫 but he knows that Robot Ortho is not his actual brother anymore which just hits me to the feels

Silver and Kalim 

- Once again if you have seen the romantic edition of this post you would understand what I’m talking about that I love Silver and Kalim in both a romantic and platonic sense. LIKE LEMME SEE MORE ACTION BETWEEN THESE TWO SKRUNKLIES 

𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒐𝒑 𝟏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

First Years

- I’m dying to see a lot of action with everyone in the first year, since it’s now revealed that Ortho is joining the first years now all we lack is Sebek and fthe first years will be complete. I want to see the action, the chaos and everything in between

Third Years

- Ngl but there isn’t much with the third years where everyone is together so I’m kinda expecting to see a lot more, especially the third year anthology cover hasn’t been released yet

Pomefiore

- Look I know I said Chapter 5 was boring but when you read Chapter 6 you get to see a lot of Pomefiore together, and they kinda started to grow on me. Like how Rook and Epel really went to STYX to get Vil and the others back and now that Vil got what he really wanted (to be the “hero” that stands at the very stage), it was really nice honestly

Heartslabyul Gang 

- Definitely love their brotherly relationship that I see in a lot of fanfics, it’s really fluffy honestly (also read as: I love seeing Mama Trey suffer handling his 3 children while Cater is just there taking pics)

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟏 

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Diasomnia Found Family (well they boutta become the unfound family real fast when Chapter 7 arrives)

- Ok so it’s kind of obvious I’m a Diasomnia stan but I just gotta love everyone’s relationship despite how dysfunctional it is (I literally envy Lilia and Silver’s relationship as Father and Son cuz I don’t have that type of relationship with my own dad 😔👊). But overall tho, I am so not ready for the amount of angst that’s gonna come when Chapter 7 get released. Especially when they appeared during the end of Chapter 6 it wasn’t some sinister evil scene you’ve been seeing for the past 6 chapters, instead they looked like a normal family and then Malleus starts talking about how fragile human life is. Knowing how Malleus (and Lilia but I’m not even sure if peepaw is gonna survive at this rate) will literally outlive everyone, he’s too scared to say goodbye so what I’m thinking is that Chapter 7 will tackle a lot of deep topics that will most likely send me to a crying fit and it would also make sense that Ignihyde is there to help us yknow. Literally we have Malleus who will most likely be the one to OB, Lilia who’s slowly dying, and Silver who has his sleeping curse and was seen by MF MICKEY MOUSE in the other side of the mirror, implying that Silver might be unconsciously traveling in his dreams (and that he is important in Chapter 7, he might be from our world too who knows 🤷‍♀️). Sebek is (surprisingly) the only normal guy in Diasomnia but that scares me as well since the guy also has his own issues in terms of his own identity (his half fae half human crisis) and trying to find his purpose and where he belongs, and knowing that he might become the voice of reason (literally with his loud ass voice), get his ass humbled so hard or he’ll rebel and join the first years. Chapter 7 has set the bar high for me, it can literally go on any direction at this rate and I’m not ready for this rollercoaster shitshow

But that is all for this post thank you so much reading until the end 🙇‍♀️. It took me a long time to post this since it was the last month of school for me (which meant exams and the overwhelming amount of work I need to do) and now it’s summer break ( I AM FREE AHAHAHAHAHA ), I’m also going to be moving up soon on June, that means I’m going to be in the 11th Grade now. But the long awaited wait is finally over and I hope you will leave a like or a reblog ♥

[pleasespellchimerical]

-rubs hands- it’s time for WEST SIDE STORY BLOGGING

cos I just watched the new Spielberg one and it cleansed me from that nightmare that was the van Hove revival.

(I’m never gonna stop bitching about that revival don’t at me)

Not that Spielberg’s was perfect, but hey, what is? It’s def a glowup from the 1961 film. The visuals were luscious. Cast was awesome. The choreography was brilliant. I found it curious that Spielberg retained a lot of the adaptational changes that the orig film made from the stage production. NBD honestly, I’m just a picky purist bitch.

The biggest thing about the film is that I wanna sit down for lunch with Tony Kushner (who adapted the book for the new film) and pick his brains, because I have absolutely no idea what the intention behind a lot of his changes was.

The biggest thing is that he added so much additional context and backstory, and I don’t know how to feel about it. Tony gets this story that he is back from a year in prison after nearly killing another kid during a fight, and he’s on parole and wants to reform. It gives him a much more personal motive for pressing the gangs to stop the violence (with Maria kind of giving him the push). The West Side as well has a new backstory, with both gangs warring over the rubble left by demolition of old slum buildings. The owner of the drugstore is now played by Rita Moreno (we stan), who has a special relationship with Tony and her own reasons for wanting peace.

I think the biggest flaw of all this additional work is that it weighs down the film a lot with dialogue. Like this film is really talky. The original is so streamlined that it feels like now it’s being bogged down with extra dialogue, and I wonder if there would have been a way to keep these changes while cutting down on the sheer amount of talking. 

But hey. Maybe Spielberg liked the extra runtime so he could throw in more sexy shots. Cos lemme tell you, this was a feast for the eyes. 

The one thing I’m majorly salty about is that my fave line from the original was cut (the one where Doc says ‘Why are you kids living like you’re at war?’ or something to that effect. It’s a powerful line. I would’ve loved to see Rita Moreno deliver it). 

West Side Story in many ways has a complicated and yes, problematic, history. I think Spielberg honestly handled a modern adaptation in the best way that he could’ve. It’s still not gonna be to everyone’s taste. I don’t think there is a way to strip West Side Story of its problematic elements. But it’s almost seventy years old, and there’s a reason it’s held on for so long. I want to one day write an essay about West Side Story and cultural/emotional authenticity, but that’s gonna wait for another day. It’ll be a long essay lol. 

For now, I’m just happy that I can talk about West Side Story in the modern day without having to think about van Hove’s production.

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Three

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1740

Warnings: Nosy (and well-meaning) friends acting like nosy siblings, angst, bad language words

A/N: After I originally posted this chapter on AO3, I got some comments that exacerbated the beginnings of a year long depression. Please be kind. I intended this chapter to come across as the gang being like siblings...always being in each other’s business. Is there a breach of privacy? Yes, but without the ill-intent. 

DO NOT copy or replicate without permission

Bucky clutched his phone in his flesh hand as he made his way down a long hallway to the communal kitchen and eating area. A soft, crooked smile rested at his lips as he entered the space. Natasha and Sam were sitting at opposite ends of the rectangular table separating the kitchen from the lounge, enjoying a late breakfast. Steve was at a kitchen counter fiddling with the Keurig machine. He pulled another mug from the cupboard when he saw Bucky approach. “Mornin’, Buck. Sleep well?”

Bucky’s grin broadened as he leaned his backside against the countertop. “I did, actually. Thanks for asking,” he answered, looking to his phone at the incoming text.

(Y/N) Would you rather have skin that changes color based on your emotions or tattoos appear all over your body, depicting what you did the day before?

He missed the way Sam and Nat looked at each other in suspicion at his answer to Steve. He was too busy pressing the keys on his touch-screen.

Bucky The tattoos would be awkward, speaking from a male’s perspective, so I think color changing would be better. Not by much, though.

Bucky Would you rather have edible spaghetti hair that regrows every night or sweat maple syrup?

Bucky saw Steve slide the new mug, now filled with coffee, across the granite-top toward him from the corner of his eye. He glanced up quickly from the screen and nodded. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve answered with a smile.

“What, no grunted thanks or mumbled acknowledgment?” Natasha quipped, standing from her seat to place her plate in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, man. You have been using way too many words lately. I miss the grumpy dude that would brood in the corner,” Sam added, crossing his arms at his chest. “Are we even sure this is the right Bucky?”

Bucky’s phone vibrated again.

(Y/N) I love me some spaghetti! Can you imagine sweating sticky, gooey maple syrup during a humid New York summer?? Your clothes would be toast.

(Y/N) Mmmm, french toast.

Bucky chuckled at the reply, drawing the attention of three sets of eyes.

Sam wasn’t wrong; he wasn’t the same Bucky.

It had been five days since (Y/N)’s first drunken texts. Five days. He couldn’t believe so little time had passed. Somehow, (Y/N) had wiggled her way under his skin.

He had noticed after only a day or two; he was smiling more, less volatile. He felt lighter, happier. He wasn’t skulking about the compound like usual, trying to avoid the rest of the team. Some might go as far as to say he was friendlier than usual.

It felt good to have someone, a friend, learning about the real James Buchanan Barnes, for once, without the threat of The Soldier clouding their perception of him.

“You’re freaking me out, man. Straight outta Invasion of the Body Snatchers or some shit,” Sam declared, rising from his chair.

“Hold on, Sam,” Steve placated, lifting a hand to the advancing man. “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation to Bucky’s good mood lately.”

Bucky set his jaw in frustration, the muscles ticking. He wasn’t a Pod Person. He was just happy, for the first time in seventy-five years.

His phone went off again.

(Y/N) Would you rather sneeze once every hour, on the hour, or burp every time you saw an attractive girl?

A wide smile split his mouth as he scanned the screen.

Bucky Am I sneezing in my sleep or just when I’m awake?

When Bucky brought his gaze back up to his teammates, he noticed Natasha’s own eyes flick down to his phone. The slightest smirk curved the corner of her lips.

“It’s curious,” she said, a perfect eyebrow inched higher to her hairline. “All the people you text are in this room, yet, you haven’t been able to pull yourself away from your phone.” Her eye contact never wavered from Bucky’s face. “Don’t ya think that’s odd, fellas?”

“Natalia,” Bucky warned, his voice gruff. He knew she was fishing.

Sam laughed boisterously. “Yeah, I noticed that the other day. It’s glued to your hip nowadays.”

“It could be anyone from the team, guys,” Steve reasoned. “I bet it’s Tony.”

Bucky became increasingly agitated as the redhead slinked closer, passing his phone back and forth between his hands.

Natasha shook her head in the negative. “Nuh-uh,” she said, leaning against the counter directly beside Bucky. A hair’s breadth of space separated their shoulders from one another. Tipping back, with her elbows propped against the hard surface, she kicked her legs out casually and crossed her feet at the ankle. “Those two have barely said two words to each other since the good Sergeant here was welcomed back into the fold. It’s not Tony.”

“That still doesn’t prove anything,” Steve replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I bet it’s a girl,” Sam said in a sing-song voice. “But, where would Ice Man here meet a girl?”

Natasha smiled while looking at Sam as he stepped closer to the trio. “Let’s find out, shall we?” She nodded to Sam and, without batting an eye, lunged at Bucky.

She tapped the underside of the hand holding the phone, causing the device to flip up into the air.

Though he hadn’t seen the attack coming, Bucky’s reflexes were cat-like, and he easily caught the phone in his opposite hand.

Unfortunately, Natasha was just as quick and knocked the phone from his hand again. She effortlessly swatted it out of the air and into her hand. As Bucky clamored to retrieve the cell phone, she swung her arm behind her back and tossed it into the waiting hands of Sam.

By looking at Sam’s broad smile, Bucky knew he was having a field day at his expense. He pounced on his teammate, grappling for possession of the device. He wasn’t sorry for elbowing the other man harder than he ever would if they were sparring each other. He needed his fucking phone back!

Sam managed to flick the phone over his other shoulder in the process of Bucky grabbing ahold of Sam’s wrist and twisting the same arm behind his body. It clattered to the ground at Steve’s feet.

As everyone stared at the cell phone lying prone on the tile floor, Sam backed Bucky into the cabinets, trapping him with his body. “Let me go, Bird Brain!” Bucky huffed.

Steve bent to pick the phone up, holding it in his hand. Bucky could see the war playing within Steve’s blue eyes as he struggled against Sam. Steve was just as curious as the other two but didn’t want to betray his friend.

Natasha quickly snatched the device from Steve and started thumbing at the screen.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Steve protested.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to put a passcode on your phone, Barnes?” Natasha tsked as she navigated to the messaging app.

Bucky knew the exact second she found what she was looking for because her eyes became comically wide. A feral, shit-eating grin crossed her mouth as she raised a brow again.

“Tell me about (Y/N).”

“What?” Steve questioned, crowding the red head. “Lemme see.”

Bucky felt his cheeks go aflame as Natasha angled the screen so Steve could see the message thread. They burned hotter as Steve looked up with his own shit-eating smirk.

“Well, well…” Sam piped up. “If your faces are anything to go by, Vanilla Ice’s still got game.” Bucky twisted his arm back further in retaliation causing Sam to grunt in discomfort.

Bucky watched as Natasha’s thumb skimmed along the screen to delve deeper into past messages. Her thumb stopped as she read a passage; her green eyes rapidly followed the lines of text.

“I always kinda figured you’d be into someone that would call you out on your BS. She sounds fun,” Natasha said as she continued to scroll.

“No one’s into anyone. We’re just friends,” Bucky murmured.

Steve’s head shot up to stare at his best friend, sorrow painting his features. He edged away from Natasha. “Does she know who you are?” he asked.

Bucky shook his head no. “And she never will.”

“Aww, but you guys sound so cute together,” Natasha pouted. Bucky frowned at the insinuation. It couldn’t ever happen.

“There aren’t any rules saying we can’t date,” Natasha mentioned. “Hell, you know how many times I tried to set up this big lug?” She motioned to Steve with her thumb.

“That’s different,” Bucky said after a few moments. He eased up slightly on Sam’s arm.

“How so?”

Bucky rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, the blush starting again. “He’s Captain America, and well, I’m not. Not exactly everyone’s favorite.” He downcast his eyes to the floor.

“Buck, you know that’s not true,” Steve said woefully. “It’ll just take some time.”

“I know, Stevie. Until then, though, I’m still a pariah.”

The super soldier serum couldn’t have been given to a better person, but Bucky always felt like he would be trapped in Steve’s shadow, no matter the amount of good he did. He would still feel weak for what Hydra did to him, or not good enough to be labeled Captain America’s best friend.

Feeling the room take a considerable turn toward somber, Natasha called out, “Holy shit, Barnes! You used Wilson’s toothbrush to clean your toilet?”

“What?!” all three male voices cried out.

Sam rushed forward, trying to see the proof for himself. “You’re a dead man!”

Freed from the weight of Sam’s body, Bucky leaped forward toward Natasha and Sam. Slamming into Sam’s back, he snaked an arm around the other man, reaching frantically for his phone. He was done with them spying on his non-existent personal life.

Bucky smacked against Sam’s hands and arms, trying to dislodge the device.

“Stop!” Sam bellowed. “You’re hitting me like an eleven-year-old girl!”

“Gimme back my phone!” Bucky shouted.

Suddenly, the sound of ringing filled the small space of the kitchen. The scuffling stopped in an instant as everyone tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. Sam glimpsed down at his hands and jumped apart from Bucky as if he’d been burned. He looked horrified!

“Oh, shit!” Sam exclaimed, shoving the phone back at Bucky.

“What did you do?!” Bucky screeched when he realized the ringing was coming from his phone on speaker.

The sound ended abruptly, only to be replaced with the gentle tinkle of a woman’s voice.

“James?”

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

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