#I’m never gonna be able to finish this game bc I keep getting distracted by the gorjus women

[harrysgoldenline]

When In Italy Part 4

here is part 4! Um this chapter has bad words and some adult themes so warning for that! The next part will be the last, so let me know what you think! Are they end game or no? Also! If you want a personalized imagine, check out my pinned post! If you want to support me ---> please click here! every little bit helps bc im a broke ass college student so thank u to anyone who wants to support me :)

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You stood frozen as he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes soft as he met yours, waking towards you.

“Get away from me.” you whisper, attempting to push past him and get into the elevator, pressing the door closed button before even pressing a floor, not wanting him to get any closer.

“Y/N, wait!” he rushed, sticking his hand between the doors and stopping it, his tall frame standing before you that you quickly push past, going back to lock yourself in your apartment, and lock him out, “Please, let me explai-“

“No!” you stopped, voice firm as you turned to face him, “you can’t keep doing this! you can’t keep showing up like this! So just leave me alone.”

You kept walking, ignoring his pleas as he came after you, successfully unlocking your apartment door rapidly, but you catch a glimpse of rings as he hand stops the door.

“Please.” He whispered, not pushing the door open and you saw a flicker of his eyes and you could almost see the sincerity in them, “I know I don’t deserve it, I really don’t, but I would just love to talk to you for real this time, anything you want to know.”

“and you’re not gonna be an asshole this time?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe, peaking at him, “because if you are, I swear to god Styles I will give you 5 seconds to get the fuck out.”

“Promise.” He nodded and your heart believed him, so you opened the door.

You watched as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, slowly entering your apartment and you didn’t miss how his eyes scanned you quickly, before bouncing around the apartment, looking around the space he used to be so familiar with.

You watched how he headed to the couch about to sit but stutter stepped a bit, scratching the back of his neck and looking at you, almost asking you if it’s okay if he sits down.

You gave him a soft smile and nod, tucking a loose hair behind your ear and sitting on one side of the couch, thankful he sat on the other, giving you each plenty of space as your eyes met. The tension was slowly rising, looking at each other as you sat, wondering who was going to break the silence.

“I never meant for anything to happen.” he whispered, his head falling as a shameful look covered his face, avoiding your eyes, “After the breakup… I- I was just lost. I was messing up at work and I just was doing shit. Then, it was like only like a month ago, I was getting drunk all the time and she just came into my trailer and we were talking and then she kissed me.”

You just nodded, biting your bottom lip and picking at your nails, peaking up and looking at him, your glossy eyes meeting his bloodshot ones, not really having anything to say in response.

“And I just…” he started, “I wanted to feel better, feel anything. So, we just started hanging out more and I just really wanted to feel something, feel a connection. So we took a trip to Italy because… It’s always been a place that made me feel better and then…”

“Yeah.” you chuckled, “and then… Why did you bring her to our house? I know we haven’t talked about that kind of stuff, but it’s mine too Harry and… just seeing you two there? I never felt more replaceable than I did when I saw you two.”

“Oh love, no.” He whispered, scooting closer to you, a hand coming up to cup your face to help your eyes meet, but he retracted it back before he made contact with your skin, “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry and I will never be able to prove to you, but that was never my intention to ever hurt you. The breakup was a mistake.”

“I… How am I supposed to believe that?” you squeaked, voice cracking as the barrier breaks, tears falling on your cheeks as you looked up at him, “We we’re together for years and you just- I mean fuck Harry! I haven’t even thought about even starting to flirt with someone and you’re…”

“We’ve never had sex,” He quietly added cheeks turning a bit red, “or done anything like that. At all, I just… couldn’t.”

Your eyes widen a bit at the confession, watching as he looked at his hands, a slight twinge of embarrassment on his features.

“Oh.” you whispered, “I know I shouldn’t be mad, we… we aren’t together and you have have the right to do whatever you want but it’s just… hard. Especially when I wasn’t expecting it. I went to Italy to try and get away, everything in the city makes me think of you, I don’t know why I thought staying at the house would be any better but, I just wanted to get away.”

“Sorry I ruined your trip.”

“Sorry I ruined your hookups.”

He let out a laugh, the smile staying a bit longer when he noticed you had subconsciously scooted a bit closer to him.

“It’s not like I ever really wanted to… Even little Harry only wants you.” he flirted and an instant, loud laugh leaves your lips, leaning forward and your brace yourself on his shoulder, a simple thing you had done over the years countless times, but still made his heart skip a beat.

“Oh my god,” you said between breathless laughs, your bodies now less then a foot apart as you smiled up at him, “please do not call it little Harry!”

“What do you prefer?” He smirked, “rather I call it bi-“

“What the fuck?” a voice spoke suddenly, both of your red eyes going to your front door and seeing your best friend standing their, her eyes wide in a mix of confusion and anger. Your hand retracted from his body quickly, your best friend looking at you with soft eyes, her eyes darting over to Harry’s and you see the fiery anger behind them, “Y/N, please tell me he was getting whatever shit he left behind and is leaving.”

“We were just talking.” You started, glancing over at Harry, seeing a bit of fear behind his eyes and your lips quirked up in a smile that quickly faded seeing the anger in y/bff/n eyes.

“What do you want to talk to him about? How he broke your heart again?” She asked, confusion and concern laced in her voice, “I’m sorry, y/n, I just… I can’t watch you go through all of it all over again and again.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly stood up beside you giving you a quick nod as he glanced over at y/bff/n the back at you, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just showed up. It was so good to see you, y/n, I’ll get out of your way.”

“Harry, wait!” you stood up, hating the softening in your voice, “I want to talk more… are you staying or do you have to go back to L.A?”

“I’ll be here as long as you need me. And if you want me gone, I’ll book my flight. Okay? It’s up to you, whatever you want.”

“Okay… Can I call you later?”

“You can call me anytime, I’ll pick up.”

***

Y/bff/n definitely wasn’t thrilled with you.

“I just feel like this is a bad idea, y/n!” She had exclaimed once Harry had left your apartment, “He’s gonna hurt you again! What could he possibly want?”

“I dont know, I just… I dont know.” You sighed, sitting across from her on your couch just like you did with him, “I love him and I don’t know what’s going to happen but I don’t want to end up hating him.”

She nodded, looking at you as your eyes glazed over again, “Hey, okay, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you upset. Do you still wanna go try this new place or just hang out here? Let’s get your mind off of everything, you need a break, yeah? Especially if you’re going to talk to him later.”

“Do you think I should?"

“If that’s what you think, I think you should. You know him.” She nods, “but I swear to god if he makes you cry again he’ll have to deal with me.”

So now, here you were, waiting on him to come back to finish your talk from earlier. It was helpful hanging out with y/bff/n, listening to her advice as she gave you a bit of the reality check that you needed, making sure he won’t sweep you off your feet with his familiar charm.

Your heart rate never fully calmed down as you waited for him to come back to your apartment after y/bff/n dropped you back off after your afternoon together and you were glad for the few hours of a distraction, but now your mind was fully occupied with him once again as you sat on your couch.

The knock on your door caused you to jump, hoping up and checking your appearance in your hall mirror before swinging open the door, seeing Harry standing their with a bouquet of flowers, a small smile on his face.

“Got these for you,” he began, “shoulda showed up with them when I kinda crashed into you earlier… but I was so nervous I didn’t think about it, honestly.”

“Thank you.” You softly replied, eyeing up at him and taking them from his grip, letting out a shaky breath as you welcome him in and turn on your heel, going to your kitchen to place them into a vase quickly before going back to him, seeing him in the same spot you two were sitting in earlier.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry again… and thank you for letting me come back and talk to you at all, really don’t deserve your time, but I’m thankful for it.” He began, eyes glued onto yours as he scooted closer to you when you sat down, his fingers tentatively trailing on your arm before laying his hand on your own, “I… I want you back, y/n. I want to be with you, I never stopped wanting just you.”

“Harry, I… I don’t know what to say.” You started, “I just… there’s so much still up in the air and it’s all happening so fast. Are you still with Olivia?”

“No, of course not.” He instantly answered, “we were never anything real, I left Italy when I went to the house and you were gone. I came back here and I just… I would sit outside your building in my car and just try and get the nerve to walk in to talk to you, but I was so scared of you telling me to leave again.” Harry started deep into your eyes as he continued, his own welling up with tears, “I love you so much and I was such an idiot and fuck baby… I’ll do anything to prove it you.”

Now, you two were just inches apart, his hand cupping your cheek as you leaned into it, eyes glued onto his eyes as both of your gazes were glassy, sets of eyes wandering down to one another’s lips. Your eyes fluttered up and looked at him, his nose nudging into yours, seeming to test the boundary and you simply nodded, causing him to connect your lips in an instant.

Your lips met softly, gaining speed as the passion overflowed you both as the familiar move came back easier than either of you could have imagined. You both moaned into one another’s mouths, his tongue quickly sliding past your lips as your crawled onto his lap, fingers gripping the soft material of his shirt.

Things escalated quickly as he carried you into your bedroom, body hovering over yours as his body pressed against yours, the articles of clothing disappearing piece by piece, lips never separating a second longer than they had to you as you refamilarized yourselves with one another.

His fingers dug their way into your waist as he kissed you harder, singular pieces of thin material being the only things separating you and as Harrys fingers slipped down, pulling back and looking up at you for permission, your breath caught in your throat, reality hitting you like a wave.

“I can’t do this.” You whispered, fingers removing themselves from his hair as you covered your face, voice wavering as tears welled up in your eyes once again, “I-it’s all too much, too fast- I-I, I don’t think I can do this, Harry- I can’t.”

“Fuck, it’s okay.” He whispered, crawling off from on top of you, scrambling to pick his t shirt off the floor and handing to you, quickly covering your body with it, “Fuck, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

You nodded quickly, knees tucking into your chest as you let out soft cries, flinching as his arm came around you, going to comfort you with the soft stroke of his arm and retracted it quickly after seeing your reaction.

“I-I… I just keep seeing you and her in my head.” You whispered, “…I don’t know if I can do this.”

[imjusttpeachy]

she's a rae of sunshine (c.h.)

okay so this was a request but i completely read it wrong so i’m gonna write it again but i finished this one anyway so here take it

so sorry to the anon who requested it bc u were so fuckin sweet i’ll have it up asap i promise

playlist

ralph castelli - morning sex

crumb - bones

jorja smith - teenage fantasy

summary: balancing college life and wanting to support your best friends online endeavors was difficult, but reader regrets trying a little harder when she finally meets one of her newer stream-mates

word count: 2, 828

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, coarse language, lowkey OOC Corpse, that needs its own warning i’m sorry,

•••

“Look you knew I had to stream before I said you could come over ya fuckin idiot.”

“Yea I knowwwww, I just wanted to spend more time with my super-hot best friend forever.”

Being the best friend of an online personality had its perks— the amazing trips you got to hitch a ride on, the adoring fans that seemed to latch on to you as well, the sponsorships that would always send you something along with the original PR package, and especially the way she was able to choose their own work hours.

Well... mostly.

As much as you adored spending time together during the day, whether it be shopping or going out for brunch, those late nights that always seemed to hold the most memories you held so dear were few and far between. Of course, you couldn’t blame her; responsibilities were responsibilities, and fuck if you’d let your selfish wants override the way she chooses to get her work done. You really couldn’t be one to judge either-- having to call off dates because you’d underestimated the time you needed to complete a school paper, or when a last-minute lab was called in and you’d have to leave her sitting alone in those cafes with your half-finished mocha and a promise to Venmo her the money to cover it later. What left you feeling the most guilty, though, was the fact that you weren’t able to watch her content as much as you’d like to. Sure, you’d catch a few minutes of a stream here and there but any time you spent apart was usually spent with your head buried in a book, mind bleary with countless espresso shots trying to keep your tired eyes focused on the seemingly unending work in front of you.

But, a distraction every now and then couldn’t hurt. Right?

Having had enough of your current assignment, any coherent thought was long gone, you’d decided to pay your favourite person a little visit. You knew she’d probably be busy as she hadn’t replied to your previous text for a few hours, but knowing her presence alone and any passing comments would lift the heaviness that had found its home in your head and chest, you shot her a message to let her know that her office couch would be occupied by you for the next few hours. Normally, you’d just show up so you knew she wouldn’t have a problem with it; so when that fateful message popped up on your phone giving you the go-ahead you completely ignored the warning of her work schedule and drove right over.

So now here you were, sprawled haphazardly on her couch clad in sweats and a sports bra scrolling through your phone as you watched her finish her final touches so she could start her stream.

“You’re gonna be in the background of my face cam if you wanna sit there y’know.” Groaning in response to her warning not wanting to move from the comfy spot you just found, you looked over at her with the best puppy eyes you could muster. She chuckled softly, raising her hands in surrender as she turned back to her setup. “Hey I really don’t care, just warning ya bug. The thirst comments and screenshots are outta my hands.”

Scoffing under your breath at her comment, you turned your head back to your phone as a Twitter notification popped up at the top of your screen.

Corpse Husband: streaming among us in a few mins, join in on youtube

Heartbeat picking up slightly, you scrambled for the purse you’d thrown at the base of the couch for your headphones. Ever since you’d found this handsome-voiced stranger’s channel on your late night horror binges, you had fallen completely in love. While you weren’t typically the type to watch video game commentary outside of Rae, his voice got you completely hooked and you couldn’t get enough of it. Yeah, maybe you were a bit of a simp, but that sweet and genuine personality that hid behind that gravelly tone had you melting completely into his clutches. You tried to convince yourself to get over it, you didn’t even know what he looked like. But, y’know, a little crush wouldn’t hurt anybody right?

“Going live in T-minus 30 seconds babe.” Jumping slightly as Rae’s voice knocked you out of dreamland, you mumbled out a small “got it” as you once again got focused on getting your headphones connected to your phone. You’d never been able to watch one of his lives before, his horror commentary videos usually playing as background noise as you did schoolwork or while you were falling asleep. Practically shaking with excitement, you opened your YouTube app seeing the live at the very top and tapping on it immediately only to be met with that sweet laugh ringing through your headphones like music to your ears. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the throw pillow you had previously tossed to the floor and hugging it to your chest while your eyes remained glued to your phone screen, completely forgetting what was happening around you as you zeroed in on the gravelly tone you’d fallen oh-so in love with.

“Hey (Y/N) wave hi.” You startled slightly as the faint voice of your friend sounded from across the room. Glancing up from your phone, you pulled an earbud from your ear and furrowed your brows at her before slowly processing what she said, lifting a hand in greeting to her watchers. She laughed at your confusing antics, turning slightly in her chair to look over at you. “What the hell are you so smiley about?”

“…Nothing..” You grinned widely as her laugh once again resounded around the room, shaking her head at you before turning back to her screen with a scoff, muttering something under her breath so only her watchers could hear. Smile still plastered across your lips, you settled back down into the comfiness of the couch and popped your earbud back in, zeroing in again on the screen in front of you. Watching as Corpse moved his character around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join, a small giggle escaped from under your breath; trying your best to be mindful of Rae’s stream but not being able to hold back the flustered feeling welling up in your chest, mind giddy with the thought of finally being able to see one of his famous live streams, well, live. It had only been a few seconds later when you heard Rae’s voice once again, only this time, not as muffled as before.

“What’s up motherfuckers.” Brows furrowing in confusion, you lifted your hand to your earbud and pulled it from your ear once again, hearing her voice from across the room but from your other earbud as well. No, there was no fucking way. All your questions were answered, though, as you glanced back down at your phone screen seeing a red character move around the game lobby along with Corpse’s, the gamer tag ‘Valkyrae’ floating just above it. Blinking hard at your screen trying to convince yourself that your eyes were lying to you, you slowly pulled your hand to cover your mouth in shock. How… How could you possibly not know they knew each other? With the way they spoke to each other in sarcastic comments, poking fun at the other it sounded like they were close too. Body finally catching up with your thoughts, you scrambled at your phone, shaky hands moving as quickly as they could to pull up your texts with Rae. Your fingers tapped furiously at the screen, anxious to get back to the live stream to listen in more but also needing to know what the fuck was going on.

TO my rae of sunshine: care to explain what the fuck is going on??! how the fuck do you know corpse husband?????!??!

“Oops sorry guys, guess I forgot to turn off my phone ringer-“ Staring up at the back of her head helplessly, you watched as she picked up her phone seeming to read out the text before bursting into a peal of laughter. Tossing a look at you over her shoulder, you looked back down at your phone bashfully, seeing the three loading dots in your message thread indicating that she was messaging you back.

my rae of sunshine: lol what about it? you gotta crush on him or something?

TO my rae of sunshine: …no

Hitting send you rushed back to the stream, anxious to see what Corpse was saying in response to Rae’s absence, not thinking anything about your brief conversation and thinking you would discuss it after she had logged off for the night. Though, as you heard her phone chime again from across the room followed by another bark of laughter, you knew you weren’t getting off that easy.

“What are you laughing about?” Corpse’s honeyed voice sounded from your earbud, hearing Rae’s giggles from what you presumed to be their discord voice chat. Glancing anxiously between his stream and the reflection of Rae’s face cam in one of her monitors, your heart began to sink as you watched that familiar mischievous grin tugging at the edge of her lips.

“Oh just my friend (Y/n) sent me a funny meme”

“Wait, is she the one in some of your Instagram posts?” You swear your heart stopped beating at that moment, eyes glued to the screen in front of you as you tried helplessly to process the conversation happening right in front of you. He knew who you were? You thought you’d always be lost among the hundreds of thousands of his new adoring fans, left in the anonymity of your Twitter tag in his subtweets, or just another subscriber that fawned over him silently behind a keyboard. Knowing that he’d actually seen your face you could feel your own beginning to heat at that moment; you brought your hands your mouth again, unknowingly curling your body tighter around the pillow in your lap as you tried to hide your face behind it as you become more and more flustered from the words nonchalantly escaping his mouth.

“Yea that’s her, pretty thing isn’t she? She’s my absolute favourite.”

That’s it, you were gonna fucking kill her.

“I mean, yeah... I guess..” The timid words followed by a soft awkward chuckle had your breath hitching in your throat. There was no fucking way this was happening. This had to be a dream, that was the only possible explanation. You were just about to pinch yourself when Rae’s voice startled you from your thoughts.

“She’s actually over right now. She insisted on getting wine drunk later tonight because her professor’s been on her ass lately. I’ll get her to come say hi.” Rae had barely turned around in her chair when she was met with your wide-eyed gaze, panic painted across your features as you shook your head wildly. You were in no state to be talking to your long-time internet crush in such a casual setting. But with the look Rae shot you from her chair as she started to plug another headset into her PC, you knew you had no choice and begrudgingly pulled yourself from the couch almost tripping over your own feet as you shakily walked over to Rae. Shooting her another pleading look, she only shoved the headset in your direction in return as she grinned up at you. Finally biting the bullet, you pulled on the headset and leaned down toward the mic.

“Hi, how’s it going?” Cursing at yourself for how quiet and shaky your words came out, you barely had any time to think it over before a chorus of greetings sounded through the headset. A small giggle escaped your lips as you watched the different Discord icons appear and disappear from the top of the screen. You knew most of these people already which made you even more confused as to how you managed to miss that voice from all the discord chats and voice calls. Well, knowing them was a bit of an overstatement anyway; you knew /of/ them, and they knew /of/ you in the other times you popped up in the background or in passing conversation during Rae’s streams. They did know you well enough, though, to know this was not the way you usually spoke around them.

“No way, that can’t be the (Y/N) I know!” The voice you recognize as Sean echoes through your headset, another chorus of knowing laughter following quickly after. Taking a deep breath you managed to force out a few words that would get them off your case.

“…Shut the fuck up”

“There she is!!” As the group erupted in laughter yet again, all you could focus on was the faint deep chuckle that resounded through your headset. Feeling your face start to heat up, you covered your wide grin with your hand as butterflies burst through your stomach; you could listen to that laugh all day. Before you were able to speak again, though, that heavenly voice piped up and wiped all train of thought from your mind.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N).”

“It’s nice to meet you too Corpse. I gotta be honest ‘n say I’m a pretty big fan of your no-sleep work.” And... there’s the word vomit. Fuck, you could feel your cheeks starting to heat up with the ongoing realization of who you were talking to.

“Aha thank you, I uh really appreciate that. I’m sure you just heard, but I guess you could say I’m a fan of yours also.”

No.

No, there’s no fucking way.

Is he...

Flirting with you?

Before you could even think about what to reply to that with, the rest of the group beat you to it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is happening.”

“CORPSE! You SIMP!”

“Is- Is Corpse really shooting his shot right now?”

You didn’t realize you were frozen in place until you felt Rae’s hand on your elbow, snapping you out of your bewildered trance as you tried to comprehend what was happening yourself. As your thoughts finally caught up to the present, you could feel your cheeks start to burn; pulling your hand up to cover your face you stepped out of the view of the face cam. Rae’s laughter filled the room as she watched your flustered antics, shooting you a sly grin as she started scanning the monitor displaying her live chat.

“Wait, wait, chats telling me (y/n)’s blushing right now?” Sean’s voice echoed through the discord chat, only making you flush further as you tried desperately to find a way out of this.

“Okay, okay, leave her alone.” Corpse’s voice finally piped up amid all of the chaos causing everyone to immediately pipe down. God, you didn’t even want to begin to think of the mess this has already made, you just needed to get out of there before you caused any more damage.

“Yeah, I uh- see- see that the lobby’s full so I’ll just uh- leave you guys to it.” Quietly thanking the stars that Corpse finally got you out of this mess, you went to pull the headset off your ears when that fateful voice piped up again.

“Wait, don’t let these nerds make you leave. You should stay- I mean, only to help Rae y'know? She needs it.”

“I do not!”

“I- I mean yea sure, as long as I’m not intruding,” Cursing yourself again for stuttering before forcing yourself to swallow the knot in your throat, “I mean, she really does need the help.”

“Okay just because you want to flirt some more doesn’t mean you can bully me-“

“Okay, I’m starting the round!” The booming accented voice cut off everyone else in the call as you all stared as the screen began to count down to the game, and before anyone had the chance to say anything else a chorus of laughs resounded, and then the lobby fell into silence.

•••

And it went on like that, the not-so-subtle flirting followed by relentless jabs from the group immediately after. The game was almost forgotten with how much of each lobby was taken up by teasing words and endless laughter, but every audience was just eating it up. You didn’t even want to think about the mess social media was going to be after this stream but right now you were having fun with your friends and that’s all that mattered. The grin was practically plastered on your face as you laughed along with Rae the chat during the gameplay portions and you knew everything from this moment on was gonna be different, but you couldn’t find a single thing within you to care.

Especially when you logged onto Twitter right after the stream and saw that little message right at the top of your requests.

@.corpsehusband: wanna hear some of that no sleep work in person?

•••

beep bop here u go,

[dodo-begone]

ALRIGHTY! LOYAL HERE COMING IN WITH THE CIRCUS HAHAHA

Btw, I’m like 90% sure that I fell asleep while writing so it just stops. Like, there’s no ending/summary/whatever word I’m looking for but can’t think of at the moment and my bird is currently chewing on my phone case oh my god can she please stop—

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I believe the concept of yanderes ft. a isekai-d reader has been mentioned by Shepard and her anons, tho it’s been mainly for Origins SMP. So, I come to you with ideas for the Dream SMP because that’s all I’m familiar with HAHAH—

Also, I apologize in advance because this thing is borderline an essay with how long it is. I’m so sorry—

For example *cue dramatic lighting and a cheesy flashback monologue thingie* oh my god I think I’m losing it, I’m so tired

Y/n and their younger sibling, Frisk, had just finished up another press conference regarding Monsters being back on the surface. All seems to be going well until the ground beneath their feet vanishes and they fall unconscious a few moments later. When they awaken, they notice they’re surrounded by humans—wait they aren’t all humans, what the fuck, since when are there hybrids? They knew everyone from the underground—by name, no less—and had never heard of any currently living hybrids. Only of ones from before the war. Besides, Monsters have been on the surface for a month at most, so there is no way for... oh boy, their head is spinning.

After some very...tense...introductions (“Hi, I never saw you guys Underground, nor have I heard of you, no offense. So, uh, which monsters are you guys related to?” “OI, I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT TUBBO IS NOT A MONSTER!”) they come to the realization that y/n is most definitely not from this world, or even this universe. Y/n’s adamant refusal to fight the “real monsters” that roam this land (“I did not spend countless timelines weeks putting my life on the line to befriend every monster, break the barrier that trapped them Underground, and defend them against my own god forsaken race just to turn my back on them.”) was a pretty big sign, after all. That, along with species of monsters that the SMP members have never heard of and how y/n talked about Souls as if they were a tangible thing.

It’s a rocky start before any sort of friendship is formed: y/n, wanting to be cautious, (and also not having Sans there to CHECK for them) decides to ask everyone what their LV is. It’s risky, and they had no way to prove if anyone is (or isn’t) telling the truth, but it was worth a shot. “Our levels?” A small goat hybrid asked, his head slightly tilting to the side. Everyone assumes that y/n is talking about enchantment levels. “I’m at 26! Ranboo, you’re at 30, right?” “I’m at 37 now, actually.” “Well, I’M at 58. Clearly I’m the superior one here. A real big man, a very manly man, aren’t I?” And a few others pipe in. Color drains from y/n’s face and they take a few steps back, hands shaking as their eyes dart between each person in the room and the exit. ‘How many lives have they each taken to make their LOVE so high? Why do they seem so proud of it?’ Yeah... that was an interesting experience.

- even though they have been reassured multiple times that the monsters of this world are nothing like the ones from their home, y/n still refuses to kill a single one, as I had mentioned earlier. They also refuse to kill animals. It takes a couple tries at explaining LV or LOVE—Level Of ViolencE—along with EXP—EXecution Points—but eventually everyone is on the same page

- Y/n is hesitant to bring out their SOUL when asked. First off, though they’re now friends with those from the Underground, they can’t help but be reminded of every spear, knife, bone, petal, gaster blaster, and fireball that has been aimed at them with the intent to kill whenever their SOUL was drawn into an encounter back then. Second of all, showing your SOUL is something you do with those you trust with your life—after all, you’re literally putting your lifeline out on display when you do so. There are so many different ways that the SMP members can see it

- Perhaps a monster appears

- Eggpire or Dream attack

- Someone forces y/n into an encounter because everyone is too curious to just let this opportunity slip by

- When y/n discovers that the people of this land have more than one life, they’re confused. There is no way that all of these people have SOULS of Determination, and there’d definitely be some issues if people kept rewinding time to their last save point. Besides, only one Determination SOUL—the strongest one—should be able to respawn. Then again, they only know what Frisk had explained to them. They were never able to see the save stars that Frisk would interact with in the different sections of the Underground. So they only have so much to go off of.

- Battle for them is completely different. Despite being in a different world, the mechanics from their world still apply. They can FIGHT, ACT, use an ITEM or show MERCY.

- They use Frisk’s tactic and flirt their way out of a fight or two. They never understood why Frisk did it until now... ‘I mean, I...wow. That was actually effective.’ They’re impressed.

- Oh no, maybe that wasn’t the best idea...they might have some yanderes after them bc of it...

- They probably have accidentally called Philza ‘Asgore’ and Tubbo ‘Asriel’ because both hybrids remind her of the two males from her world. Similar personalities AND Tubbo is a goat hybrid. The poor child is going to be so confused

- If Tubbo’s a yandere oh boy it’s going to be so easy for him. Y/n will probably be constantly at his side and telling him stories about the first fallen child and how they were adopted by the royal family, who are goat monsters! And just explaining the history of the underground and how important the goat family is. Talks about Asriel a lot as well. Probably makes him butterscotch cinnamon pie and tries to recreate golden flower tea to share with him as well. Or, they do that and he’s not yandere and it’s just wholesome.

- If we follow the headcanons that some fans have made, perhaps Frisk (and/or y/n) gave up half of their SOUL to give to either (or both) Chara or Asriel so they’d have another chance at life

- Not only does y/n refuse to kill, which leaves them vulnerable, they also only have half a SOUL, which means they’re incredibly weak. Someone needs to protect them, someone needs to keep them safe, someone needs to—

- Y/n is incredibly agile thanks to all the battles they’ve faced Underground. With their SOUL always out in the open during an encounter and the fact that they refuse to harm anyone, it’s required. I’m imagining them moving like a dancer, using jumps and spins to help them avoid any weapons swung at them.

- This is gonna be annoying for any yandere that wishes to lock y/n up. Even if they won’t physically hurt someone, they WILL put up a fight and make it as hard as they possibly can to be dragged into isolation or imprisonment

- When it comes to who goes yandere, I believe what color of SOUL y/n has (their personality, in summary) would play a big role. Here’s a few of my ideas, feel free to move people around or add to it, I’m really tired and can’t think of many characters LOL

- Red (determination): Wilbur, Technoblade

- Orange (bravery): Technoblade, Dream, Tommy

- Yellow (justice): Sam, Technoblade

- Green (kindness): the kids of the server, Fundy, and Ghostbur

- Cyan (patience): Ranboo, Ghostbur, Karl

- Dark blue (integrity): Tubbo, Philza, Sam

- Purple (perseverance): Dream—this man would love to see how long it would take for your perseverance to run out. I wouldn’t be surprised if your perseverance is the only reason he’s interested.

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From what I saw of the end of what I wrote, it is DEFINITELY cut short. At least I mentioned every SOUL type lolol.

Also, I found a whole other note that’s a continuation of this concept but for y/n being from another game what the hell was I doing—

Expect that to come in another ask once I eat dinner

Sorry i took so long to answer!! I kept getting distracted!

That stuff is so pog man!!!! Puffy might be called “Toriel” once in a while because mom energy and she sheep,,, close to goat!

Gosh all the flirting will bring in so many yanderes or make ppl like “yo wtf??” And there’s a very small amount that are inbetween.

OKAY BUT WITH THE MONSTER STUFF ON THE DSMP- they’d keep the monsters in their house. They’d give them food and everything. Some def become very friendly and will defend. Haha giant spider go prrrrrr

I’d write more but there is so much amazing stuff I don’t think I could add to some of them anyways!!! Plus my mind is just racing other places rn haha

[imaginethathaikyuu]

hi, lovely! im unsure if my ask went thru bc my wifi sUCKS. it was abt kenma getting distracted by his s/o (who was just doin normal stuff behind the camera like reading or smth) during a twitch stream and he’s super needy for kissies and maybe a lil horny 👀 and thinking abt dry humping for some reason. i think it was smth like that? sorry for disturbing u!! hope u have a nice day bb mwah ilysm

i havent been able to stop thinking abt this request since i got it so here u go, thank u sm!

gender neutral reader*mild nsfw*

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Ever since you started keeping Kenma company while he was live streaming, he started enjoying work even more. Not that he ever disliked being a streamer, but having you in the room sitting next to him - far enough away that you weren’t in the camera shot, but close enough that he could reach over and put a hand on your knee - was comforting for him. Even after years of doing this, he still managed to have a bit of stage fright when the camera was on. You helped take that away. 

He was in the middle of a stream that was taking a lot out of him; he wasn’t doing particularly well at the game he was playing, and he didn’t really want to be playing it, either. His mind was elsewhere. 

While you were typically more of a security blanket, tonight you were a distraction.  

For some reason, he just couldn’t stop glancing over at you. You had your eyes glued to a book, so it wasn’t like you were doing anything purposely distracting. But you just looked cute with your bottom lip between your teeth and one of his beanies on your head and wearing a t-shirt that was hanging dangerously low, and he really didn’t want to take his eyes off of you. And your foot that was situated in his lap was only adding to his problems. He kept waiting for you to look up and catch him staring, but you never did. 

And he was going to use you as his excuse for losing again rather than his lack of skill at the game. 

Kenma rubbed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. 

“Okay. Time for a break.” 

He looked over to the stream’s chat box to see what his viewers were saying and he let his hand drop down to his lap, resting it on your leg. 

Someone asked, “is y/n with you?” Kenma read the comment out loud and then looked over at you, smirking. “Are you?” 

“I am,” you replied, smiling at him. 

He nodded, “yep,” as he sank a bit further down in his chair, getting more comfortable. He pulled his headphones off his head and sat them on his desk a bit too haphazardly - they were really starting to hurt his ears - and he found himself wishing you could come closer to him. 

Kenma was frustrated, to say the least. Tonight’s stream hadn’t gone even almost well - he swore this would be the last time he let his viewers vote for which game he played, and he was serious this time. Kenma hated playing games he was bad at, but his fans seemed to love to watch him lose. 

It was even worse that you were always in the corner of his eye and your foot was always sitting innocently in his lap. And it was innocent - you weren’t distracting him on purpose, and you definitely weren’t trying to get him all riled up. But your shirt was hanging so low, and every time he looked at you he could see the bite mark he’d left on your shoulder just the night before. A small part of him felt bad for leaving a mark like that - a bigger part of him wanted you to get on his lap again so he could give you another. 

He groaned before suddenly realizing he had been quiet for quite some time, but he was struggling to come up with anything to say. This wasn’t like him, he should be focusing on work. 

But the more he tried, the more he wanted to clock out early. 

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “I think I’m gonna call it a night…” 

As usual, comments flooded in, everyone telling him not to go. He wasn’t going to listen to them. 

“We’ll make next time a longer stream to make up for it…” 

He really didn’t sound like he meant it - maybe because just the thought of streaming again any time soon tired him out.

While doing his typical sign off to the stream, he couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he just wanted the cameras to be turned off, and what he’d do after. He secretly hoped you’d pounce on him the moment the stream officially ended, because you could just tell how frustrated he was and you had the perfect thing to relax him. You’d straddle his lap and your hips would rut into his and you’d let him bite your neck as he moaned for you; all of the frustration that had been building up would just melt away, Kenma would finally feel better. 

Or maybe he’d be the one who pounces on you, kissing you as well as he knows how to before pulling you up from your seat and leading you to the bed. He’d settle between your legs while you undressed him and instead of thinking about the stress of winning a video game, he’d be thinking about nothing but his need for you, and maybe he wouldn’t even bother hiding his moans. Maybe he’d want you to hear them this time. 

Or maybe… 

“Kenma?” 

He looked up at you; your book was closed and your shirt was finally pulled up into place. He pouted a bit at the sight. 

“Hm?” 

Somehow in the midst of his daydreaming, he had managed to finish the stream and go offline. He wasn’t sure how he did it. 

“You okay? You had at least an hour left, babe.” 

He gave you a quiet nod, not knowing what else to say. 

Of course nothing he thought about was going to happen. It just wasn’t realistic, was it? Pouncing on each other wasn’t really something the two of you did - hell, you probably thought what the two of you did last night would hold Kenma over for the next month. 

“Kenma,” you hummed, poking his thigh with your toe. 

“What?” he sighed, and he’s sure he’d sound grumpy to anyone else but you. 

But he was right. Those things he’d spent the last few minutes fantasizing about weren’t going to happen tonight. And he knew it for a fact when you pulled your foot out of his lap, and then sank down onto your knees in front of him on the floor. 

“Let me help you feel better,” you said with your cheek resting against his knee; he shifted to sit even lower in his chair, eagerly waiting for what was to come - even if it was something he hadn’t thought about happening. “I can tell you need it...” 

Kenma was glad you knew him as well as you did.

[niksixx]

Homecoming

Requested: By a lovely Anon! 

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Female Reader 

Description: “I’m sending an ask now for tomorrow (12th) bc I’m in a different time zone and don’t wanna miss the first day submitting requests because I love your writing so much! Can you do a Nikki x Reader, of Nikki having been on tour, and when he gets back he’s missed the reader so much that all he wants to do is please her, and he asks her to ride his thigh and then his face? Ahhh! With lots of dirty talk and praise. Thankyouuuuu”

Warning: Smut

A/N: If you enjoyed this, leave a comment! 

*GIF is not mine, credits to the owner*

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Ten more minutes, just ten more minutes Nikki thought to himself, eagerly drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. It had been a long seven months of touring different cities in Europe, and though Nikki was living the dream with his three best friends, there was a woman waiting for him at home who he could not wait to see.

The calls, the texts, the sexts, nothing compared to seeing your face and holding you against his chest. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on your body, his mouth on your sweet lips. Just thinking about all the sex he’d be having to make up for lost time caused him to groan loudly inside his car as the fabric of his jeans constricted against his tight bulge.

As your house came into view, goosebumps littered Nikki’s arms. Intense excitement coursed through his body. Nikki wanted his homecoming to be a surprise, so he had given you a fake return home date when you’d called him the week prior.

With suitcases beside him and other bags slung over his shoulders, Nikki quietly fished for his key, gently turning it in the knob before pushing the door open. The house was unusually quiet, and for a moment Nikki thought you may have gotten stuck at work, but when he heard the shower running as he approached your bedroom, his face broke out in a smirk.

He perched himself on the bed just as the water shut off, clasping his hands together between his legs. Any second now…

Nikki’s heart raced as you stepped in the room, body covered by a towel as water droplets slid down your body. Looking up from the floor, you immediately let out a scream, running forward and tackling Nikki to the bed.

“Oh, my god! Baby, what? You’re here!” The words came rushing out of your mouth, smushing together in one erratic sentence. Never in a million years did you expect Nikki to surprise you, but boy were you glad he did. “How is this possible?”

“I was always coming home today,” Nikki grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Sitting up off the bed, Nikki adjusted you against his lap. “How are you, baby girl?”

“A lot better now,” you admitted, the tears in the corners of your eyes betraying you. It had been so long since you last hugged your boyfriend, felt his skin, touched his hair, kissed his lips. The last few months had been so lonely with just you at home, trying to come up with new ways to distract yourself. You cooked, painted, learned how to sew, but none of those activities made the time pass. “I’ve been so lonely without you, Sixx. I know touring is your job, and no one supports you more than I do, you know that baby, but it’s been hard for me.”

Pulling you against his chest, Nikki buried his face in the crook of your neck, the fresh scent of soap filling his nostrils. “I’m here now, love. I promise. And I’m not going anywhere for a long time, so you’ll have me all to yourself.”

You hummed against Nikki’s head, the soft sound sending a rush of blood straight to his cock. God, he couldn’t wait to completely ravish you for hours. Seven months without sex? How the fuck had he managed that?

“I haven’t even been able to…you know…please myself properly,” you whispered, cheeks burning as Nikki’s jaw clenched. To your surprise, the towel wrapped around you had been peeled off by Nikki’s hands, and now you were perched against his jean-clad thigh, completely exposed. Your bare clit brushed against the rough fabric, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

“Don’t you worry,” Nikki said, lips brushing against yours as his hands squeezed your hips. “I’m gonna take good care of you.” His hands guided your hips in a slow back and forth motion, a harsh breath escaping your mouth. You held on to Nikki’s shoulders as your hips followed his motions, the feeling of the crisp material meshing perfectly with your delicate clit.

“That’s right, baby, keep that pretty pussy right here for me,” Nikki was an expert at dirty talk, always had been. He never held back either, always whispering in your ear with his low, gravelly voice. “How’s that feel, baby?”

A hushed moan, followed by a drawn out “fuck” was the only answer you could manage. It pleased Nikki to see you get off on just his thigh. It was something you’d never tried in the bedroom, but now it was the only thing Nikki wanted to do. He was fully clothed himself, but seeing his woman, his sweet, beautiful lady, naked and writhing as her pussy rubbed against his thigh was the best sight to come home to.

“Nikki, fuck, faster,” Pleading wasn’t something you found yourself doing much with Nikki. Occasionally, he’d make you beg for it, whether it be his fingers or his tongue, but for the most part, Nikki didn’t play games when it came to sex. “Please, please, faster.”

Nikki gripped your waist tighter, fingertips digging into your skin. Hard enough to keep you steady, but not enough to cause you pain. Your head fell back in total pleasure, a groan slipping past your mouth as that familiar ball of pressure built up in your lower stomach.

“Oh God, Nikki, I’m gonna come,” Pushing forward, desperate for a release, you rubbed your clit harder against his jeans, collapsing into Nikki’s arms as your orgasm rocked through your body. You rode out the high, juices sliding down your thigh and staining Nikki’s pants. You glanced up from the wet spot on Nikki’s pants, the lust in his eyes making you hot all over again. “Holy fuck, I needed that,” you said, flashing a satisfied smile. As you went to stand and clean off your legs, Nikki pulled you toward him.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” Desire dripped from Nikki’s voice as he pulled off his shirt, licking his lips as he lie on his back. “Come sit on your throne, princess.”

His voice alone sent jolts of electricity through your body. With shaky legs, you crawled up Nikki’s body, positioning your pussy at his mouth. A squeal fell from your lips as he pulled you down to his mouth, his warm tongue darting up and down your pussy skillfully. As Nikki feasted on your body, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling gently, which you knew he loved.

“The sweetest pussy I’ve ever had,” The quick flits of his tongue drove you wild, the vibrations from his voice sending you into a frenzy. “So fucking good, baby.”

Aside from today, the last time you had experienced an orgasm was the night before Nikki left for tour. It’d been a night of sensual foreplay and making love until three in the morning. After he left, you found it extremely hard to get off. Vibrators, dildos, and even your own fingers didn’t seem to do the trick. But now that Nikki was back, you were on the brink of your second orgasm.

“You ready to come for me, sweetheart?” Nikki asked, sucking your clit between his lips. Your face scrunched as Nikki flattened his tongue against your pussy one last time. “Come for me, baby.”

And his words had you come undone. Your legs shook violently as your second orgasm crashed over your body, whimpers leaving your lips and Nikki continued to lap at your clit. After what seemed to be a minute-long orgasm, you buckled next to Nikki, sweat coating your body.

“I am so glad you’re home,” you said, finally catching your breath.

Chuckling, Nikki gathered you in his arms, lovingly kissing your head. “Me too, pretty girl, me too. I’ve missed you,” he stated honestly. “And since I’m not going anywhere for a very long time,” Rolling on top of your body, Nikki kissed your lips before reaching a hand between your thighs, fingers gently rubbing your sore clit. “I’m going to please you. All. Night. Long.”

And as his fingers dipped between your slick folds, you knew that Nikki would be determined to give you one more orgasm until he was completely and utterly satisfied. And you? Well, you didn’t mind one bit. 

[scandeniall]

Can I request a Afro!s/o tryng to braid Kuroo and Akaashi hair and they like drama queen because it’s kinda painful

this personally attacked me as the most tender headed bitch alive. I do be wondering how i manage to always have my hair done eye---- (but the way you requested 2 of my top 5 boys yeah TASTE)

also im sorry if some of this comes off as crack (esp kuroo)

implied nsfw 

Kuroo

ok so i see him as the type to ask you. Like he sees you braiding your hair for braid outs or cornrows for witch etc and it has him curious

Hes the type to also eye your hair products and just go around smelling them when hes bored and looking at ingredients and stuff

So say you’re like chilling in the living room watching some show on Netflix, but you’re really scrolling the same 3 apps and he’ll just plop down next to you and outright ask.

“Hey babe can you braid my hair for me?” And you’re like huh- but then like ok??? and you reach up to touch his hair. “Go get my comb, brush, spray bottle and then the gel I keep under the cabinet” bc yeah and hes lowkey like???? you need all that just to braid me up (bald head hoe shit for him)

anyways you're gonna try to cornrow him (grip game on 100)

He comes back and literally sits next to you thinking you're about to be able to work like that too and hes just like “whats wrong,” when you're just looking at him.

“You’re too tall for this, you're gonna have to sit on the floor. And hes the type to do it but like get down slowly while complaining about his aching bones from old age. (like shut up you're not even 25 yet) 

Ok so you get his hair a little damp and start parting and hes like, ok ok. But then you start grabbing his hiar to braid and he literally jumps in pain

You: um are you ok????

him: “What the hell (Y/N) that hurts” and you laugh at him and asks him does he want you to stop. But hes like no I’m good and you promise to be gentle

Hes a big baby, flinching every two seconds and youre nice enough to keep asking him is he sure? You cant even part without him complaining

You end up taking a break bc hes annoying and massaging his scalp

do you ever finish braiding him up???? shit idk

he literally asks you to be more gentle every time you touch him and youre like “I’m BARELY touching you”

the type to just knock your hands away to literally just lean back between your legs. “I’m never letting you do this again”

“Good because I didn’t plan on it”

Hes gonna make some stupid joke about even though hes aching hes in one of his fav places rn

Akaashi

he has such soft hair that you really love playing with just in general. And like he’ll let you out him in mini buns and stuff

so one day you’re like cuddling in bed and youre like “hey baby, can I try braiding your hair”

hes the sweetest so hes gonna say yeah. (also hes been curious about it before tbh)

so you set all up at your desk, and ngl you start finding yourself playing in his hair forgetting the task at hand

and hes all soft like “babe. You’re getting distracted,” you you lean down to give him a quick kiss before apologizing 

anyways now, you decide not to give him cornrows and just do regular braids bc you wanna see his head full of braids 

He frowns a little when you start parting as the comb occasionally snags but hes like not too bad

but when you actually gather to start braiding hes like “damn” under his breath 

You just pause holding his hair and starting point between your fingers “You ok down there?

He brushes it off and tells you to keep going

Hes not as bad as kuroo and doesn't start flinching too much until you're like halfway done and now his scalp is getting extra sensitive

Yeah you laugh at him and he just rolls his eyes at you bc wow you're enjoying his pain? bet he got your ass later 

At this point his subconscious stays making him pull his head away and you keep having to pull him back. “Would you stop moving away.”

Hes the type to literally grab your wrist like “stop” and you’re like do you want a break, but hes tryna be a trooper and says no.

fuck it, youre towards the front of his head and its not like you're braiding him to go anywhere so it doesn't have to be perfect: aka you straddle his lap now yes. “Now will you stop fucking moving”

Yeah hes restless but this makes it a little better so he kinda just settles his hand on your waist

He tries to limit his flinching by squeezing at your sides and it kinda works, but when he flinches extra hard at one braid you end up messing up and am just like “you messed it up” but yeah he doesn't care because hes sick and tired of this

you finish him and hes like damn now i need something for the pain and yeah you end up in the bed 

[trensu]

Episode 24: The One where LWJ Starts to Question Everything (except his sexuality)

The episode starts like a bad PSA about peer pressure and consent, courtesy of JGS being an utter douchebag

But since this is a wangxian guide, we’re not gonna get into that!!

I will say, tho, that the yunmeng sibs tag-teamed this scene excellently bc hell yeah, DON’T MESS WITH YUNMENG JIANG, BRO

Blah blah boring banquet blah blah

Jgy invites everyone for a sleepover at Carp Tower later with fun party games here.

This is Important for future WangXiantics

Plot plot, jgs and jgy being sneaky power hungry assholes, plot plot

STFU NOBODY LIKES YOU

Lotus Pier Time!!

Stuff happens here

The only fun part was JC using his Zidian (FOREVER THE COOLEST OF ALL THE SPIRITUAL WEAPONS) to smash down the wen crest over their home

I want a zidian. someone Give me a snakey electric whip of my own plz

Oooh, here we get a little morsel of WangXiantics courtesy of the lan bros

Lwj is playing Magic Music in his room at the cloud recesses

He’s practicing! He’s very focused!

Lxc interrupts him

Lxc: rumor has it that you went to the library and checked out ALL the Magic Music books and have been practicing like an obsessive crazy person

Lxc: yeah, so just dropping by to see if that’s true…*pointedly looks at the two stacks of Magic Music books lwj has*

Lwj, in typical little brother behavior, does not acknowledge the questioning

Lwj: I want to enter the forbidden chamber in the library.

Lxc: what for?!?

Lwj: ...to study Magic Music

HE WANTS TO STUDY FORBIDDEN MAGIC MUSIC

BC THE NOT-FORBIDDEN MAGIC MUSIC ISN’T HELPING WWX!!

HE WANTS TO HELP WWX BC HE LOVES HIM AND THEY’RE SOULMATES!!

Okay so that happened and suddenly some Lan person interrupts them to let them know that their uncle wants to see them dun, Dun, DUUUUNNNNNN!!

Lan fam time!!

They’re mostly talking plot here, SO BORING

But we do get a tidbit of almost-wangxiantics

Lqr looks at lwj while talking Plot and says to him, “I’ve heard about wwx.” (re: wicked tricks, i’m assuming, if his expression is anything to go by)

And lwj’s face says “oh shit.”

But, like, in a subtle way bc this is lwj we’re talking about here

Blah blah more plot blah

Here’s a painful wangxian-adjacent scene bc this show exists to HURT US

Lqr: lxc, you go cleanse the battlefields with Magic Music. Lwj, you’ll stay here with me to copy the lan clan rule books bc they were damaged or smth 

Lqr: totally not a punishment

Lqr: completely not doing this to keep you away from wwx

Lqr: copying the books is SUPER important for Reasons

And lwj is a good boy so he accepts the BIGGEST FREAKING RULE BOOK I’VE EVER SEEN that lqr hands him

Just as lqr is walking away, lwj just DROPS TO HIS KNEES with no preamble

LITERALLY FALLS TO HIS KNEES, EYES LOWERED IN RESPECT

Lwj: grandmaster, i want to enter the forbidden chamber

HE’S PRACTICALLY GROVELING

Lqr: oh, have you finished all the books in the Not Forbidden Library?

WHAT A DOUCHE

Lwj: i want to enter the forbidden chamber

He’s still on his knees! Still respectfully lowering his gaze. STILL HOLDING THAT HUGE HEAVY BOOK THAT LQR GAVE HIM IN OUTSTRETCHED ARMS

(Take a moment here to admire the incredible arm strength required to hold out your arms while carrying something that heavy)

Lqr: if you haven’t, then there’s no need for you to be there

And then lqr just walks past lwj? Who’s still kneeling and practically frozen at the rejection?? Like, you can see him shut down emotionally

HOW COULD YOU DO THAT, LQR. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO YOUR NEPHEW WHO NEVER ASKS FOR ANYTHING AND ALWAYS DOES HIS DUTY??

Lwj doesn’t move until his brother pats him on the shoulder and EVEN THEN it takes him a minute to react

Lwj and lxc turn to leavE

Lqr: lwj…

Lwj turns around, his face going soft with hope for a split second!! BC MAYBE HIS UNCLE CHANGED HIS MIND AND IS GIVING HIM PERMISSION???

Lqr: do you understand why I’m not letting you go with lxc?

And then lqr doesn’t elaborate??? HE JUST DISMISSES THEM??

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT??

GETTING LWJ’S HOPES UP FOR NOTHING!?!?!

Lwj wants to get Forbidden Magic Music bc his soulmate needs help

WHY WON’T YOU LET HIM HELP HIS SOULMATE, YOU BASTARD

We cut to Lotus Pier briefly to see JC do sect leader-y things and his sibs are super proud of him

Then we’re back with LWJ who’s on a patio sadly reading the GINORMOUS lan clan rule book

He’s in deep thought

“Eradicate evil, set up laws, and then Goodness is everlasting.”

Ah, yeah, this isn’t foreboding AT ALL, it’s not implying anything about the future of our ship AHAHA

Plot plot lotus pier time plot plot sad wwx & jc time plot plot

Oh, and now we’re in a wine house in yunmeng and wwx just invited lxc for a drink!

Wwx: *watches lxc knock back two shots like a boss*

Wwx: wow. You hold your liquor much better than lan zhan. Are you secretly drinking at the cloud recesses like i did~?

Lxc: *gives him a Look*

Wwx: ahaha, jk jk

Lxc: actually, i get rid of the alcohol using my golden core so it doesn’t count as drinking

(Uhh, pretty sure that’s not how it works, lxc. But whatever helps you sleep at night, i guess)

Wwx: so you’re cleansing things, huh? Lwj does that sort of thing too. Why isn’t he with you here in yunmeng, near my home, where i would be able watch him longingly from afar

Lxc: he was ordered to stay home to copy the lan clan rule book(s)

Wwx: !!!

Wwx: but there’s so many rules!! It’s unbearable!! HE’S PRACTICALLY IMPRISONED

Wwx: BUT HEY, i don’t have much going on, i’ll go with you to gusu! That way i can supervise lwj while he copies stuff like he did with me back in the day! It’ll be much more fun this way *cheeky grin*

Lxc: well….if you’re coming over, why don’t you listen to lwj play some Magic Music he learned? 

Lxc: you wouldn’t happen to know why he’s suddenly learning all the Magic Music do you?

And here wwx immediately goes on the defensive

It’s super frustrating

Wwx: your clan sure likes sticking their noses in other ppl’s business, huh?

RUDE

THAT WAS REALLY RUDE, WWX

ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU INVITED YOURSELF OVER TO BEGIN WITH

Lxc is too polite to rise to the bait

Lxc: lwj is my brother, i know him better than anyone. Even if you don’t want to listen, i have something to say to you

LXC LOVES HIS LITTLE BROTHER SO MUCH. HE’S SO CONCERNED FOR HIM

Lxc: if you were the only person in the world, you could do whatever you want without consequence. But you’re not the only person in the world. The people you care about are affected by your actions.

Aka YOU’RE MAKING MY LITTLE BROTHER SAD 

Lxc: if you trust me and lwj, please come to gusu so we can help you pick up the sword again

Aka PLEASE COME VISIT MY LITTLE BROTHER SO HE’S NOT SAD ANYMORE

Obvs wwx shuts that down real quick (and is cocky about it in a not-adorable way)

It was a good try, lxc. Better luck next time.

Yunmeng Bro Drama Happens

We’re ignoring this bc it makes me Sad and also has no wangxian stuff

Blah blah blah Stuff Happens more

Now we’re in the ancestral hall with jyl!! She and wwx have a super adorable moment

Well, okay, it’s kind of emotional at first where jyl is all do you not wanna live with us anymore?? And wwx is like NO, this is my HOME, we’ll be together FOREVER

*HYSTERICAL SOBBING* IT’S A LIEEEEE

And we’re gonna take a moment here to admire wwx’s hands. He’s got nice hands. Almost nice enough to distract from the future heartbreak!

Anyway

Wwx acts SUPER CUTE HERE, OMG

He rests his chin on jyl’s knee and whines about being a hungry toddler WITH A LITTLE POUT AND THEN A GIGGLY SMILE

HOW ARE YOU SO CUTE WWX

Oh, oh, here’s the wangxian bit THAT WE LOVE

Wwx: i have a question i want to ask you, jyl

Wwx: why would a person like another person? I mean, to like them so much? Asking for a friend

Jyl: why are you asking this suddenly? Do you have someone in your heart~? (jyl knows whats up, she’s our captain)

Wwx: NO, NO I’M NOT AT ALL CRUSHING ON ANYONE

He says, you know, LikE a LIaR

Wwx: there’s no need to like a person that much. Isn’t that like haltering your neck?

Idk why he’s even bothering with this

IT’S TOO LATE, WWX, YOU’RE ALREADY IN LOVE WITH LWJ

THERE’S NO GOING BACK

Now all three yunmeng sibs have a moment

Nothing super important happening

BUT THEN we cut to LWJ at the cloud recesses

We see that HE’S BROKEN INTO THE FORBIDDEN CHAMBER

He’s reading FORBIDDEN BOOKS IN THE FORBIDDEN CHAMBER

This, my friends, is the first time we see LWJ deliberately break the rules for wwx, the first time he questions an order and decides to go against it

AND IT WILL NOT BE THE LAST‼️

And that’s all the WangXiantics for this episode

They were all second-hand WangXiantics, tho

People talking around the subject rather than addressing it directly and our boys didn’t share screen time at all.

I’m giving it 6/10. Mostly bc wwx was adorable asking jyl that question and lwj takes his first foray into delinquency!

Return to Masterpost

[sarcastically-defensive17]

heeeey, can I request smth? O: Like maybe with Calum where he has an on and off relationship with y/n, like not really dating but they sometimes act like it with the good stuff included, bc of him being afraid of commitment, so some other times he's just really cold and hurts y/n but like all the other 3 really love her, so one day he just watches her fitting just right with the boys and all of his gfs so he knows he's ready to start something real with her and she's just so happy and just fluff

Bonk - C. Hood

I love this request! I hope I did it justice! If you don’t like it, let me know! I’m always open to constructive criticism!

Requests are open! Send em in!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

A friends with benefits relationship was always hard to maintain. Most claimed it to be the end of friendships, the beginning of doomed relationships or simply a difficult thing to maintain.

Y/N never really understood what made it so hard for others. Calum and her had been friends for years, and after a drunken night spent together, decided to continue their late night -and even early morning- escapades of passion.

But there were moments where Calum found himself longing for the woman when he shouldn’t, and not simply when he wanted a quick rumble in the sheets. Or on the lounge. Or the counter. Or wherever they decided.

Sure, he enjoyed being able to connect with his best friend in a way that is private to only them, but nothing scared him more than being confined to one woman.

It usually flared up when the guys - particularly Michael - would give him hell about their close relationship.

The most recent event? Y/N and Calum curled up on his king sized bed together as she ran her fingers through his hair. They were comfortable. It was a regular occurrence for them.

“Dude, why don’t you just take her on a proper date? You’re basically together anyways,” he laughed, eyeing Calum as they played a round of Mario Kart.

“No, were not,” Calum felt his mood dropping. He hated when they would bring up his relationship with Y/N. Hell, he hated when they would bring up his relationship with anybody.

“You sure? You’re blind if you haven’t noticed the way she looks at you,” he winked at the kiwi man, nudging him softly with his elbow.

As if on cue, the woman in question opens the door, strutting into the house as she has done many times.

She stopped to hug Michael from behind, not distracting their game.

“Hey Y/N!” He shouted, his voice full of excitement. “Calum is giving me nothing, I need some serious competition. You up for it?”

She repeated the gesture with Calum, although she barely received a response.

“Maybe later?” She winced softly, “Cal and I are meant to be catching a movie tonight.”

“Can’t go.” The words fell from Calum’s lips and he stood.

“Uh, okay? Everything alright?” Y/N recoiled. She was used to the hot and cold from Calum, but no matter how many times it happens, it still has the same sting.

She fears nothing more than rejection, which is why she keeps her feelings buried deep.

Before they knew it, Calum had closed the door behind him and set off walking with no destination.

He wasn’t sure why he had such anxiety surrounding the idea of being in an exclusive relationship. Hell, he hasn’t even looked at another woman since Y/N and he had begun their escapades.

He had no need to, she had everything he was looking for.

Y/N was just as confused as Michael was.

The room was still, both her and Michael blinking between the door that Calum escaped through and each other.

When she was around the guys it was easy to forget her worries. The other two arrived shortly after Calum had left, and after receiving a knowing look from Michael, chose not to question the absence of their bass player.

A few hours had passed, Calum had wandered mindlessly with no specific destination, except for when his feet dragged him back to his house.

He still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of his conundrum.

He loved Y/N. There was no doubt about that. And he really enjoyed being with her, he just wasn’t sure if he had strong enough feelings for her to pursue something that caused so much fear.

The sound of laughter echoed through the closed door. He found his stomach warming at the sound of Y/N snorting. She only did that when she was laughing so hard and forgot to breathe.

She did that a lot around all of the guys.

He pushed the door open softly, as to not disturb the four people inside. Michael was straddling Ashtons lap, attempting to lick the mans face and Ashton was trying his hardest to crane his neck away from the blonde man.

Luke and Y/N were on the floor, switch controllers abandoned and a finished race projected on the television screen.

Michael’s token character, red Yoshi, came last, and Calum could only assume they had been playing so that the loser has to complete a dare. Y/N was a sucker for games like that because she made sure to never lose.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. He couldn’t understand how one woman could look so radiantly beautiful. She would always smile so wide when she was around them, and for a while Calum convinces himself it was because of him, but he quickly told himself that it wasn’t.

He found himself reciprocating the happiness when she was around. Most days he would wake up and the first thing he thought of would be ‘What is Y/N doing today’ or he would ask the woman to spend the day with him.

Y/N would find herself doing the same, or so she said when he asked for reassurance that their relationship wasn’t developing more than their best friends with benefits situation.

He couldn’t deny the slight drop in his stomach when she confirmed that there was nothing else.

And Y/N couldn’t deny the way her heart sank when he questioned their situation. She would never say it, but she longed for more. If she couldn’t get more, she was fine, but you can’t blame a girl for wanting.

Calum was so lost in his thoughts, his eyes trapped on Y/N’s smiling face that he didn’t realize Luke had spoken up from beside him.

“You still gonna deny that you have feelings for her, mate?” He whispered low enough that the others in the room couldn’t hear.

Calum jerked out of his trance, furrowing his brows for a minute but no words came to mind.

He did have feelings for Y/N.

How could he have spent so long denying it when it was obvious to everybody. Everybody but him, and he hopes Y/N.

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath, rolling his eyes at the smirk crossing Luke’s features.

“You gonna tell her?” Cal shook his head softly, then nodded, then shook his head again.

“I don’t know mate, I don’t want to get hurt again. I don’t want to hurt her.”

Luke let out a laugh that was the slightest bit too loud, catching everybody’s attention. He played it off with a cough and turned to the brown eyed man beside him.

“You think she would hurt you? She’s head over heels for you, Calum!” He whispered, but his tone was serious.

Cal stopped for a moment, swirling the ring on his middle finger that Y/N had given him for his birthday.

She noticed him eyeing it one day and bought it before he had the chance to. He was surprised when the ring the shop said was out of stock was in the hands of the woman on the morning of his birthday.

“What if I hurt her, Luke? What answer do you have for that? If I’m in a relationship with her then my shit becomes her shit! I don’t want to have her worrying. She deserves something-“

“What do I deserve, Calum?” The sound of her voice made his heart stop for a moment. “And if you think I don’t already already worry about you like crazy, then you’re blind.”

She laughed softly, and anybody could detect the slight nerves hidden underneath.

She stepped closer to him, pushing Luke aside softly and grabbing the brunet mans hands in her smaller ones.

“I know, commitment is a big thing for you, Cal. And I know we probably shouldn’t be having this conversation in front of these twats,” A chorus of offended sounds echoed around the room. “But, if what you said is true, and you’re willing to give us a chance, I wouldn’t say no.”

Calum was dumbfounded. He didn’t know that she heard their conversation. He didn’t even really know if she would consider the idea.

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it. You lot don’t know what inside voices are,” she smirked and he wanted nothing more than to kiss the curve of her cheeks.

“You really mean it?” He couldn’t find the words to say. He struggled to get the question out through the lump in his throat.

She nodded softly, “I honestly thought you knew how I feel about you. It’s all those three talk about.”

His mind was racing.

There was the very real possibility that this could end in a mess, and the friendship would be affected. There was the possibility that he wouldn’t be what Y/N wants and she would find somebody better. There was a good chance he could hurt her.

But there is always the risk.

Finally, he made his decision.

“Y/N?” She made a sound of acknowledgement, her eyes boring into his and erupting a warmth in his chest. “Wanna go on a date tomorrow night?”

The smirk returned to her lips, and he adopted a matching smile, “thought you’d never ask.”

“Now that that’s settled, I have a question!” Michael interjected, his lips set into a frown. “Did you two really bonk on the lounge? Coz I’ve been sitting here all day and I’m really grossed out!”

[cyncity2000]

73 questions tag! tysm @goodlesson , can’t say i’ve ever had anything like this before but hey it’s not like I have anything better to do rn 😅 

answers under the cut! i tag @rene-royale @teenager-confused-tired @sawafilmtoday @onedoesnotsimplystormthebastille if you feel like it, but no pressure bc this is a LOT and took me a couple days to finish lol

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? um. could be worse, could be better?? so 5. 

describe yourself in a hashtag? no. twitter and all its shitty hashtags can go to hell.

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? weird question. nobody?? i wouldn’t want to??

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? not to be all dan smith on main but like...’come to this please’

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? uhhhh idk. i’m very open about most aspects of my personality i’d say

what’s your wake up ritual? stay in bed as long as possible and then YEET at maximum speed so i don’t waste the day

what’s your go to bed ritual? tell myself i should go to bed. pick up my phone instead. regret it in the morning.

what’s your favorite time of day? 2pm or 9-10pm 

your go to for having a good laugh? macdoesit or drawfee videos on youtube. truly the best.

dream country to visit? i wanna go back to england and france, also i’d love to visit literally anywhere i could

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? falling in love with my college roommate probably,, didn’t see THAT coming

heels or flats/sneakers? bitch i’m 5′10″ with size 12.5 feet. converse.

vintage or new? vintage looks cool. i am not cool. so new.

who do you want to write your obituary? idk man i don’t wanna think about that now???

style icon? if you knew me irl you’d know style is not a word in my vocabulary

what are three things you cannot live without? my cat, my friends/gf, and my cd collection 

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? i do not bake or cook, the real world is going to kill me immediately

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? i’d be too stressed to make food for people but i’d love to like. go OUT for dinner with...dodie, dallon weekes, and pj liguori. they’re all just cool people i follow and i wanna know what they’re LIKE. 

what’s your biggest fear in life? failure due to lack of confidence, motivation and direction in life :)))

window or aisle seat? i’d say window but i am long boi so aisle is usually nicer unless i trip someone by accident

what’s your current tv obsession? still supernatural, also brooklyn 99

favorite app? tumblr :D

secret talent? despite my crippling procrastination issues i’ve almost always been a straight-A student 🤷‍♀️

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? drove myself two hours to a concert in february, or maybe the time i did a really hard ropes course or went to the badlands?

how would you define yourself in three words? introverted, distracted, nerdy

favorite piece of clothing you own? maybe my waterparks sweatshirt bc i had a dream last night that i donated it and then went back to the store to buy it back lmao so subconsciously i must really like it

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? you gotta have that one pair of black jeans that goes with anything imo

a superpower you would want? flying. it’s the only recurring dream i’ve ever had and it’s my only answer ever

what’s inspiring you in life right now? all the people doing big or little things to help. the ones doing instagram lives or sending money or supplies to people in need or just giving me more faith in humanity

best piece of advice you’ve received? can’t remember any. why doesn’t anyone give me good advice

best advice you’d give your teenage self? do your laundry on time. don’t wear...whatever that was to school. just wash ur fuckin clothes. also don’t let it bother you that you’re single the whole time. you’ll get there.

a book everyone should read? they both die at the end by adam silvera. you WILL cry. but you will love it. 

what would you like to be remembered for? i have no idea. being a non-shitty person at least.

how do you define beauty? happiness.

what do you love most about your body? idk being tall is kinda nice

best way to take a rest/decompress? get a blanket. comfy clothes. my cat. put headphones on. put some music on or watch youtube.

favorite place to view art? on tumblr and instagram! i follow soo many wonderful artists it’s great

if your life was a song, what would the title be? Oh No (What Is She Doing Now?)

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano or guitar. i suck at both and if i could be good at ONE i’d be happy

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? been thinking about this tbh. somewhere on my arm definitely but idk where D:

dolphins or koalas? dolphins!!

what’s your spirit animal? a cat?

best gift you’ve ever received? for christmas my sister bought me a cute lil box meant for displaying concert tickets and it was the most thoughtful thing ever. also the AMAZING studio headphones i’m currently using that my mom got me like three years ago for christmas

best gift you’ve given? probably when i bought me and my best friend tickets to see the Sherlock S4 finale in a movie theater 

what’s your favorite board game? cards against humanity, one night ultimate werewolf/alien, settlers of catan

what’s your favorite color? porpleee 💜

least favorite color? hmm they’re all valid except for like. puke green.

diamond or pearls? neither lol

drugstore makeup or designer? neither 😜

blow-dry or air-dry? blow-dry but i never do bc it takes y e a r s

pilates or yoga? yoga!

coffee or tea? both but only hot tea or frozen coffee 

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? thanks to tumblr the word ‘defenestrate’ has entered my vocabulary and I do not regret it

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? either. chocolate is chocolate 🍫

stairs or elevators? tbh stairs, i’m just a lazy bitch

summer or winter? winter. cold > hot

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? i’d still get tired of it :( i need that variety!!

a dessert you don’t like? none. dessert is dessert and it is all valid if i can eat it

a skill you’re working on mastering? writing, working from home, playing the guitar

best thing to happen to you today? currently watching mike gross play old brobecks tunes :’) he also just saw my comment yay

worst thing to happen to you today? i had cheesecake for lunch. sounds good but it’s the only thing i’ve had today besides a piece of chocolate and my body is Not Happy

best compliment you’ve ever received? someone on fanfiction dot net once left me a comment saying they’d almost cried at my story and called me “a true writer” and it’s honestly one of the only thing that keeps me writing...i’m still mad they weren’t signed in so I’ll never be able to thank them for it.

favorite smell? lemon, cookies, fresh-cut grass

hugs or kisses? hugs!!

if you made a documentary, would it be about? somethin gay probably

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? honestly...probably “who the fuck is keith” fjadskljfd

lipstick or lipgloss? like peyton said chapstick is the only valid answer

sweet or savory? depends how i’m feelin, love both

girl crush? besides the obvious one (my girlfriend), honestly not many? there’s this one girl i follow on insta who’s big in the panic! fandom and jESUS SHE’S SO PRETTY. also the girl who plays kaia in supernatural is CUUUTE

how do you know you’re in love? has only happened to me once but for me...i already loved her platonically for months and then suddenly one day i was like oh. why am i getting the urge to kiss you rn. oh no.

a song you can listen to on repeat? anything by idkhow or bastille. never gets old.

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? not to copy peyton but i would love to know what goes on inside my cat’s head

what are you most excited for about this time in your life? next semester of college!! i got into a super-competitive dorm and i’m gonna have my own room and live with nine other people and gahh i’m just so excited to be chaotic with all my friends again and meet new people :’)

[levi-inthesun]

It’s Just You and Me, Baby

Part 1: Baby Shark

Summary: Scott Lang is turned into a baby while the team is trying to figure out time travel. Trouble is, they can't seem to turn him back into an adult. As the only ones w/out any sort of science knowledge past High School, you and Steve have to look after him.

A/n: if this exact story already exists I am so sorry. Part of me feels like I may have read something similar, but I'm not really sure? ALSO, this was meant to be a one and done thing buuuuut suddenly I already have a good chunk of the second part written. Oops.  A/N- I read this after posting annnnd whoops I did not edit this damn thing. SO I am doing it now :)

Warnings: Swearing, a tiny bit of smut near the end (first time writing anything, bear with me), sexual frustration (bc you & steve are competitive asses in a relatively small space).

Steve Rogers x Reader

Steve called out your name over the sound of baby Scott crying. "He won't stop!"

You could hear the desperation in his voice and forced yourself to get up from your nap. Rubbing your groggy eyes, you walked into the common room and saw Steve, tears of his own in his eyes, doing his best to shush his tiny teammate.

"Have you tried singing to him?" You asked, voice flat.

Steve nodded, "That's when he started crying."

"Damnit. Ok, give him here," Steve gently handed you the baby, and he automatically started calming a tiny bit.

"That isn't fair," he grumbled under his breath.

You looked at him incredulously. "You're telling me you wouldn't feel calmer if I, in particular, were holding you?"

Steve blushed slightly, and your heart betrayed you by skipping a beat, or two. Ignoring it to the best of your abilities, you sat down, adjusted Scott so he was sitting on your stomach, your legs keeping his wobbly body propped up, and began singing-

"Baby shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby shark doo doo, doo doo doo doo. Baby Shark!"

You kept going with the song, doing the hand motions along with it and soon enough, baby Scott was giggling and clapping.

After a while, Scott was just fine playing with some toys on his blanket on the plush carpeted floor. You turned to Steve and was about to say something when he suddenly stood up, chuckling slightly and moving to fix your hair. It had turned into a bit of a rat's nest during your not so great nap.

"Your hair looks nice," steve teased as he gently ran his fingers thru the knots.

You rolled your eyes, hoping to distract from the blush that was rising at him being so close.

"I think I'm just gonna take a shower, make me coffee?" You asked, stepping back and placing a kiss on Scott's little soft head.

"Sure," he said, smiling softly.

You would have taken your sweet time in the shower, but you knew coffee awaited you, so you were quick. Walking into your bedroom with a towel around your body, you began digging through your dresser. Steve cleared his throat from the doorway and you turned around quickly. Had you not been so surprised your jaw would have dropped.

Somehow, Steve looked like an entire meal despite being so desperate for Scott to stop crying earlier. Then he had looked messy, had vomit stains on his t-shirt, the whole baby-nine-yards. Now, he was in a clean shirt that accentuated his chest and arms, and a pair of jeans that you just knew did wonders for 'America's ass'.

You realized you were staring too long when a smirk grew on Steve's lips and you went to grab the coffee from him, but his hold on it didn't budge, bringing you closer to him.

"You smell nice," he whispered, voice low.

You gulped loudly and attempted to say thanks when you suddenly had the coffee in your hands and he sauntered away. You quickly shut the door and let your head rest on the door.

You had to get him back (get him back, what the hell were you thinking?) And knew exactly what to do.

A few minutes later, you walked out of your room towel-drying your hair and Steve swore his throat closed up right then and there. You were wearing your longline, push up sports bra (you had no idea why push up sports bra were a thing until right then) and a pair of high waisted jeans that sculpted your lower body perfectly. You sat on the couch next to Steve and began braiding your hair back, towel forgotten on the floor (you'd pick it up later).

You watched Steve from the corner of your eye as your back arched slightly, arms up, braiding your hair. You saw his eyes widen and had to almost physically stop yourself from smirking. You got to the point where you could keep braiding your hair by bringing it over your shoulder, and as you continued you looked over at Steve from under your eyelashes and you swear you heard him sigh.

(Maybe this was mean... Nah) your tongue darted out to wet your lips then softly bit your lower lip, looking around and settling into the couch as you finished off your braid. Steve still later there, body turned towards you and you giggled slightly when you realized he was working to control his breathing.

Flicking your braid back over your shoulder you leaned over to him and rubbed your thumb near his lower lip, "You had something there," you whispered, getting up to check on baby Scott, who has somehow perfectly timed his crying.

It had been over a week and they weren't any closer to getting Scott back to normal. By now, you and Steve were sharing a large apartment in the compound because it was just easier.

"How long are you going to keep this game up? I swear one of you should just jump the others bones- should have a long time ago, if you ask me."

Nat complained every time she had the chance, which was often, but she secretly loved having her very own entertainment- the last few years have been incredibly lonely.

"Well, no one asked you," you rolled your eyes as you continued bouncing. Bruce had gotten one of those baby wraps for you and Steve, said it was a late baby shower present. Scott loved it. You could just attach him to you, him facing the world, and you didn't have to physically hold him. "And I think I'm winning," you added, winning at your friend.

"Well no duh!" Nat called out, standing up. "Steve has been pining after you since you first joined the team," she whispered to you. "Put the man out of his misery," she added as she began walking off.

"Whatever, tiny Scott, I'm having fun and I'm winning, I don't care what the cranky lady says," you said as you opened the door to take a walk outside.

"Hey!" Steve called your name, running up to where you were. "You two going on a walk?" He asks, smirk present as you failed at not looking at his shirtless body.

"Yup," you replied.

"Mind if I join?" He asked his finger now in Scott's hand.

"I guess. Are you going to put on a shirt?" You silently cursed at the way your voice ever so slightly shook.

Instead of answering he grabbed the now shut door and you walked out.

The walk had been excruciating. Steve was basically perfect, even offered to take Scott from you but THAT you knew you wouldn't be able to handle. Shirtless Steve holding a baby?

Halfway through, Scott began to scream bloody murder. You stopped at a park bench and took him out of the wrap, checked his diaper, tried to feed him. Everything you could think of.

"Just hold him facing me, ok?" You nodded and Steve stooped down and began fucking singing baby shark, hand motions and all and Scott immediately chilled out.

Back at the compound after Steve put Scott down for a nap, he slunk in the couch right next to you, knees touching.

"I fucking hate that song," he stated, turning to look at you. "I had to watch that stupid fucking video so many times to get the hand motions right, oh my god."

You chuckled, agreeing before turning to him. "God, it's kind of hot when you swear," your voice sultry.

"Oh?" Steve said, his face getting closer to yours.

You could feel his breath hot on your lips when Nat burst in yelling your name.

"It's important. Come on!" She grabbed you by the hand and practically had to drag you out of there. When you were in the elevator, Nat burst out laughing.

"What is so goddamn funny, Natalia?" You asked, incredibly annoyed.

"I was watching-" she started trying to catch her breath, "the-the security cameras," she forced a deep breath thru her lungs, "and couldn't resist. You two have been driving us nuts, serves you right to get cockblocked." By the time she finished her signature smirk was on her lips.

You desperately wanted to be annoyed, but seeing Nat laughing like that- it was like before. Your eyes showed your emotions, and Nat caught it, recognizing what happened. Quickly, however, you were rolling your eyes and getting out of the elevator.

"Your welcome!" She called after you, teasing.

You flipped her the bird and heard her cackle.

Back in what was nicknamed, apartment Baby, Steve was picking up the baby stuff that littered the floor.

"What was that all about?" He asked, throwing another toy in the wicker basket.

You walked up to Steve and hugged him. His surprise faded quickly and he hugged you back just tight enough.

When you pulled away, he saw the tears trying to escape and his features softened.

You pulled him to the couch, and still holding his hand you turned to him.

"Nat was laughing, like, really truly laughing, Steve. It- it was like before when we would all play pranks on each other to blow off steam, and Nat- the goddamn super-spy and assassin would give herself away because she couldn't stop laughing right before the prank was pulled and it just...." you sniffed, and Steve gave your hand a squeeze, "I know we have, at one time or another, mentioned that we have all lost so much, it just, it hadn't hit me as hard as it did when she started laughing..." your voice trailed off for a moment before you found the words you were looking for.

"It hit hard when Buck was suddenly gone, for both of us. He became my best friend here. He grounded me in a way I've never known before. And, and Peter, god that kid has my heart- what I mean is, is that I've dealt with the grief of losing people I love. That pain is normal, constant. What I haven't dealt with is the fact that there are parts of us missing, those of us still here."

You didn't realize you were crying so hard until Steve wiped a tear away and pulled you into his side. You took in a shaky breath and closed your eyes for a minute.

"I, I don't know how to deal with this," you sobbed into his shirt.

You weren't sure how much time had passed, but you stopped crying when you heard Scott begin to cry. You tried to get up, but Steve stopped you, and you heard the song 'baby shark' begin playing in Scott's nursery.

"I got F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play it anytime he starts crying." Steve shrugged.

A small smile appeared on your lips before you shook your head and let out a sigh, pulling away from Steve.

"Whatever, though, right?" You started, and Steve's eyebrows crinkled together in concern. "We are gonna fix it. Everyone will come back and it will be fine. Whatever."

"No," Steve replied and your head turned sharply, almost mad. How dare he not let you be ignorant about feeling your feelings!?

He turned to face you, holding your face in his hands.

"It does matter even if we do succeed. Because even if they come back, there are parts of us that died with them, that we may never get back," Steve's voice was soft yet firm at the same time. Your name came from his lips like a caress to the cheek, "if you don't allow yourself to grieve this loss, just like the loss of our friends," he shook his head slightly, "our family, you are going to lose even more of yourself and I don't think I could bear watching that happen."

Steve placed a kiss on your forehead and the tears began falling again, this time though, you saw tears fall down Steve's cheeks too. So you placed a kiss on his cheek, wrapped your arms around his middle, and cried with him.

It was three weeks of the song baby shark. Three weeks of this stupid competition to see which one of you would get too horny and break. Three weeks of the luxury of being so close to Steve. Three weeks until Bruce could get the time machine working just so, to bring Scott back.

You place baby Scott in the machine gently and placed a kiss on his chubby cheek.

"I'm gonna miss you, you little bastard," you said, stepping back to stand with Steve.

"I think I will too, just a little," Steve stated.

Steve took your hand in his, something that had become extremely comfortable to you both that you didn't even notice.

Then, a few seconds later, Scott was back in his adult form and you were free.

You began packing your thing up from the apartment you were sharing with Steve when he came in.

"What are you doing?" Steve's frustrated voice carried to you from across the room.

"Well, we aren't parents anymore," you shrugged and got back to packing.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.," Steve said loudly. "Please turn off the security camera in the common rooms of this apartment, this is personal."

"Yes, Captain Rogers," the A.I.'s voice responded. "All cameras in apartment 'Baby' are now off."

Steve muttered a thanks before taking a few quick strides over to you.

"What was that for?" You asked, confused.

Steve looked you up and down and you remembered you were wearing a pair of boy short underwear and a bralette.

"You win," he whispered before taking your lips with his.

He kissed you like there wasn't enough time in the world. Like you were the only person he had ever wanted to kiss. His lips never left yours, his hands roaming your uncovered skin, pushing you back until your back met the wall and a moan left your lips.

Steve pulled back suddenly and you whimpered slightly at the loss. You looked in his eyes and swore he looked like he would eat you-

"God I could eat you up," he growled and next thing you knew, he had thrown you over your shoulder and you shrieked.

Steve only faltered when 'Baby Shark' began to play over the speakers. Frustrated (in more ways than one, you thought) Steve set you down on the couch and you rubbed your hands over your face. Just as Steve was about to tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to stop, Scott burst into the room.

"You know, I weirdly love this song," he said smiling before leaving just as quickly as he had come in.

Once Steve had gotten the A.I. to turn it off and told it the song was no longer needed, Steve sat down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh.

"What a mood killer," you finally said and to both of your surprise, Steve burst out laughing.

You watched, confused, as his eyes crinkled and his hand went up and grabbed his chest and his entire body shook. When he finally calmed down, he turned to you and recognized the emotions playing across your face from earlier. His face began to show concern when smiled and moved so you were on your knees, straddling Steve's legs and you cupped his cheeks in your hands so that he had to look up at you.

"There you are," you said softly and a tear trickled down his cheek from the sudden mix of emotions moving from joy to a sudden deep sadness. You kissed the tears falling before placing a kiss on his forehead, another on his nose, one on his jaw, then placing a kiss on his cheek.

You pulled back, just enough to see Steve's face and you smiled. Steve gave you a soft smile before placing a kiss just as soft on your lips, then another and soon, he was kissing you somehow just as thoroughly as before, however, this time, he was taking his time. You felt goosebumps as his hands smoothed over your ribs, down to your hips where his hands rested, guiding you to sit in his lap. Your own hands moved from gripping the back of his head, one to stay, fingers threaded through his grown-out hair, the other gliding down his neck, over his impressive chest muscles, then back around to hold yourself as close to him as you could. Steve scooted forward on the couch and you let your legs wrap around his hips before he stood up, his hands pressing firmly into your hips and ass. 

He began placing open mouth kisses on your neck, biting down softly.

“Your room or mine?” you breathed and he chuckled slightly, walking into whichever room was closest and kicking the door shut with his foot.

[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Truth Pt. 12

Truth Master List

Request:

What’s up sug! sorry you’re struggling right now but I’ve come to help you If you could bring this to light for me I’d absolutely love for YOU TO DO JT So basically Bucky X Enhanced reader who are fuckin enemies. Hate each other to every last fiber of their beings bc Bucky is rude and she calls him out on it. AnywHs, they get drunk, truth or dare (go crZy baby) and LOTS LF dirty talk if u wanna do smut but if u don’t then buck taking care of her while she’s drunk cause she admitted her feelings

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (Enhanced)

Summary: Since The Avengers gave you a home the only blight has been Bucky Barnes, a ghost from your past that you can’t seem to shake. It makes you hate him. The feeling, it seems, is mutual. But… a simple game reveals that maybe things aren’t quite so simple. (Post Winter Soldier AU)

Warnings: FLUFF, FEELS, CUTE MOMENTS, only a little sad

A/N: Look. I’m a sucker for Bucky dancing, I’m a sucker for cheese (sometimes) and also I just thought these two deserved a moment like this after everything they’ve been through. Ugh. I love them.

Tags are open!

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The next morning you slip out while Bucky is still sleeping for your appointment with Tony and Bruce.

You were happy he managed to get some sleep. Throughout the night you kept waking up, terrified he’d stopped breathing or constantly seeing that image of him bleeding from a wound you’d inflicted on him…

The moment the elevator opens you’re met with Black Sabbath blaring. It wouldn’t have been your first choice but you’re not mad about it either.

“Mornin’ Sparks!” Tony bellows from the other side of the room.

“Coffee or tea?” Bruce asks.

“No fasting?”

“Nah.”

“Coffee.” Bruce pours you a cup and brings it over to the chair you were at a few days prior.

“We just needed that for the initial blood tests.” You hold your arm out and he begins to attach the nodes.

Tony heads over when Bruce is about done, Dum-E on his heels. “Sorry, had to fix this idiot.”

“Be nice to him,” you smile at the robot. 

Tony laughs shaking his head and holds out a bag of banana chips. You take a few, munching them, mind wandering back to Bucky.

“Hey,” Tony sits next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “you ok?”

“I’m fine. I’m not the one who got a hole torn in their side yesterday.”

“It really looked worse than it was,” Bruce says, tone trying to reassure you.

“I know how much worse it could have been…” You feel the energy rise in you.

“Damn,” Tony looks at the screen. “Tell me, after a fight are you able to get your power up and running faster?”

“Uh… maybe? I’ve never really paid attention to it.”

“Because it took almost an hour for you to reach this high of a level the other day. And now what, five minutes?”

“Could be linked to emotion too.” Bruce would know.

“Yeah. Both maybe? Sorry, I know that’s not helpful.”

“No, but it’s interesting.” Tony studies the readings as the energy quiets. “The signature is also just a touch different-”

“Not quite as stable,” Bruce finishes. It’s like you’re not really there. Which is honestly ok with you.

“So you and Lefty,” Tony pops some chips in his mouth, “had quite the tiff. Guess you made up?”

You glare at him for a minute before responding. “I guess making him bleed was good enough payback for being a chauvinist.”

“Maybe,” he glances at the screen. “You should actually talk about it though.”

“Are you really giving me relationship advice?”

“More of a suggestion. Based on my own many and likely continuing mistakes.” Bruce snickers and Tony throws a chip at his head.

You laugh and sigh. “As much as I hate these words, you’re probably right.”

“You just broke rule #1, Y/N.” Bruce shakes his head in mock disappointment.

For the rest of your appointment, you run through some of the same things you did before. Bringing your energy up and down, letting it crackle from your fingertips, forming and dissipating.

Tony and Bruce both study the screens after you’re unhooked. “You boys need anything else from me?”

“Nah, you’re good Sparky. I’ll let you know if we need ya.”

“Have fun nerds!” You call over your shoulder as you head back to Bucky’s apartment to check on him.

When you open the door the smell of bacon makes your stomach growl. The sound of Bucky singing along to Sinatra’s Fly Me To The Moon brings a smile to your face and an ache to your heart. What if you’d-

“Y/N?” Bucky’s calls from by the stove.

“Yeah, it’s me. Sorry I didn’t knock…”

He comes out of the kitchen with a mug of coffee for you. “You don’t have to knock.”

“Thanks,” you take the mug from him but don’t take a sip, your lips pursed, trying to settle your nerves.

“You’re welcome. Thought you may be hungry.” He nods toward the kitchen and heads back.

Slowly you follow taking a seat at one if the bar stools. You stare into the mug, the silence only broken by the sizzling from the pan for the next few minutes.

As he cracks and whisks the eggs you can’t stand it anymore. “Why are you doing this?” You snap.

He turns around, bowl in hand one brow raised. “Like I said, I thought you’d be-”

“I could have fucking killed you Bucky…”

“Yeah,” you feel your face contort at the admission. “But it was my fault.” You turn back to your coffee, the guilt too overwhelming.

He turns the burner off and comes to your side, “Look at me, Y/N.” His right fingers graze your left cheek, gently turning your face to his. The expression on his face is soft, eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. “You had it handled. I… I was... well I was acting like my fucking father. Like I knew better based on nothing but my own pride. Because of that I got in the way and got caught in the crossfire. That isn’t on you, baby.”

You reach a shaky hand out to touch his side lightly where the bandages were. Bucky takes your hand in his, lifting it to his lips. “I can’t promise I won’t ever be an authoritative prick again. But I’ll work on it, I promise.” Sniffing hard you nod. “We ok?”

“Yeah. We’re good.”

The two of you enjoy a nice breakfast and have just curled up on the couch to watch a movie, both of you still tired from the mission, when Tony texts you:

“Hey. Can you come back for a minute? Wanna talk about something.”

You sigh heavily.

“What is it?” His back is pressed against your upright torso, head on your chest. Tilting his head to the side he looks up at you.

“Tony needs me to come back to the lab for something.”

“Ok,” Bucky groans a little as he sits up, the exhaustion clearly kicking in. “Tell him if he keeps you too long he’s gotta deal with me.”

You laugh, “You got it, Sarge.” Standing you lean down and press a kiss to his forehead.

Tony’s at his desk, the lab quiet for once. It’s unnerving.

“What’s so bad that you don’t even have music on, Ton?”

“Huh?” He looks at you distracted. “Oh! Nothin’ bad just needed to focus and couldn’t find the right song.” He flashes you a half smile.

“Tony…?”

“I just can’t work out how you tick. It’s unlike anything we’ve seen…”

You can’t help but laugh bitterly, “Well you’ve only tested me twice.”

“True but the results are so different. I mean… the base readings are pretty similar but… I just hate a problem I can’t solve, or that I don’t even know how to start.”

“Are you trying to… fix me, Tony?” A cold feeling of betrayal begins to settle over you.

“No! Absolutely not!” He looks horrified and you feel like an idiot for thinking that. “Unless you want me to… I just want to be sure we can keep you, ya know...”

“From blowing up and killing everyone?”

He rolls his eyes, “I was going to find a more tactful way to put it.”

“Tact isn’t your style man.”

“Ouch!” He dramatically grabs his chest. “Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be cool with me tagging along on your next few missions as a non-combatant. I just want to monitor your levels in real time, see how they change in combat vs. in a controlled setting. But I don’t want you to feel like I’m babysitting you.”

You think about this. It could be a little weird. Tony usually stayed out of most basic missions, only really getting involved in the ones where they needed the extra firepower. Honestly you always like when he’s along and you can think of another good reason to have him…

“I’m game. But I need you to promise me something.”

Tony’s brows raise with suspicion. “That makes me nervous… suuuuuure.”

“If you’re with us and something goes wrong. If I’m down or compromised in some way… get him out.”

Tony’s face settles into a stoic mask as the weight of what you’re asking settles over him. “Y/N…”

“Look, I don’t have any intention of throwing myself to the wolves or anything but after yesterday… I just don’t trust he won’t do something stupid to save me if he thinks he can… no matter if it’s a lost cause.”

“He’ll put up one hell of a fight. I saw how he looked at you Y/N the other day. That man is-”

“You can handle him. Plus… you’re the only one that can besides Steve and…”

“He’ll hate anyone who pulls him out. You figure I can handle that.” He smirks.

“Tony…”

“No you’re right, I can. And I am the only one. So yeah, deal.”

You give him a cold smile, it wasn’t exactly something to be happy about. “Alright.” You stand and extend a hand to shake on it.

He takes it and pulls you into a hug. “Just don’t put me in that position Sparky. You don’t get to just cash it in, ok?”

“I won’t.” You pull away, this time your smile is genuine. “Besides, without me, who’re you gonna make playlists for?”

“Exactly.”

You enter the elevator with a strange sense of hope warming your chest. A sense that grows and grows over the next few months.

For the most part, you’ve moved into Bucky’s place. Sure you still technically have your own apartment in the tower but you haven’t stayed there one night since that mission where you injured him. Your clothes, records, and even some of your photos have made their way into his drawers, shelves, and onto his walls slowly but surely.

On nights where you’re not beat from a mission or eating with the team, you cook together. Dancing everything from the waltz to tango as various dishes bubble away on the stove. You even convince him on a few occasions to invite one or two people over for dinner or drinks that aren’t Steve.

Nat and Clint join you one night. Another it’s them and Steve, which proves to be hilarious back and forth between best friends calling one another out on their reckless bull shit. You laugh yourself to tears more times that night than you can count. When you have Sam over things are awkward for about a half hour before they gang up on you to argue the superiority of Star Trek to Star Wars.

Tony accompanies you to whatever missions he’s able. Mainly he hangs back in the jet, looking over the feedback Jarvis sends him from the cuffs he modified to not only offer (hopefully anyway) emergency stabilization but to give him readings on your energy levels, how the signature changes, temperature fluctuations, and other minute details you never pay attention to.

When you’re back on the jet he usually would do a more thorough scan as you fly home. Determined to figure out just what Hydra did and how he can give you the most control possible. It warms your heart that he’s so determined.

Only twice do they pick up on any more energy signatures that come close to your own. The first was a false positive. While the other seemed to be just residual energy since the facility appears to have been abandoned for years. In fact, you’re fairly certain it was one of yours, judging from the way your head feels like it’s filled with static and the soul-shredding dreams that followed that night.

Bucky held you while you screamed and cried. You weren’t able to make your tongue form the words, some block in your brain preventing you from speaking about that facility. It was ok though, he understood. The night was spent with him rocking you gently in his arms, singing softly to you, grounding you to a present so wonderful it made the past truly feel like nothing more than a bad nightmare.

You weren’t the only one to deal with ghosts though. It was a particularly brutal mission, the Hydra agents were determined to win or die… needless to say, they didn’t win. Bucky had been cornered with Nat by about 10 agents. When you saw them after they were both covered with viscera and blood, looking more like animals than humans.

That night you rolled over to find the bed empty the door to the bathroom cracked, the sound of the shower running seeping out. You padded quietly over, pushing the door open slowly, not wanting to startle him. Bucky was on the floor of the shower, head pressed to his knees. Scalding hot water hitting him from all angles, his skin pink and red. When he lifted his head you felt your heart shatter. His face a mask of fear, pain, regret, and horror.

He didn’t have to explain to you why, though he wants to. What he wants is irrelevant. Had you asked for a mission report he could have given it, could have recited every horrifying detail of the day. His mouth opens and closes as you tentatively approach.

“Zamorozka,” is all he’s finally able to manage in a shaky voice when you’re by the shower. Freezing. Cryo. That’s what they would have done after a mission like that just to be sure. Wipe. Reset.

Nodding you strip your clothes, stepping into the cloud of steam to sit behind him, warm him further with your body, pull him as far from that freezing hell as you possibly could. For a long while, you hold him, kiss his tense back muscles, remind him where he is. When you coax him out of the shower you tell Jarvis to crank the heat in the apartment. You wrap Bucky in cozy clothes and blankets and though you’re practically sweating you don’t care.

But even with those and a handful of other times that your past comes knocking in the night, the two of you find something neither ever hoped for. Happiness. He frustrates the hell out of you some days but he makes you laugh, never questions your silences, and goddamn if he wasn’t incredible in the sack.

And it seems that you make him happy too. You’ll catch him watching you from time to time, a warm smile lighting his features. He’s more personable to everyone, even Sam commenting that he likes him better now. Steve is convinced you’re bringing back more of his old self, you hope that’s true.

-

Bucky can’t help the smile on his face. All you’re doing is caring an armload of blankets in from the bedroom but still… it makes him unbearably happy.

Everyone is wrapped up in gala business. Some necessary evil PR stunt for the Avengers. No one has mentioned anything about having to attend to either of you so instead, you’re taking the time to watch movies and eat copious amounts of shitty food.

He pops a cheese puff in his mouth and you look over to him. “If you eat all those I’ll zap you.” Laughing Bucky walks over and tosses a neon orange ball at you. Effortlessly you catch it, munching loudly.

“What’re we starting with?” He settles next to you, tugging you close.

“Reservoir Dogs, Tony’s been harping on me to watch it and I just want him to shut up about it.”

Bucky laughs, “Alright. Hit it Jarvis.” The windows darken to block out some of the early afternoon light and the film starts.

They’re no more than 20 minutes in when Jarvis pops in. “Pardon the interruption, Captain Rogers is on his way up.”

You exchange a glance, “Everything alright, Jarvis?”

“To my knowledge, yes.”

When Steve raps at the door Bucky gets up to let him in. “Hey, sorry to interrupt.”

“It’s fine.” You pipe from the living room as they head in. “Cheese puff?” Steve smiles at the proffered bowl, never one to turn down a snack he grabs a handful as he sits.

“What’s goin’ on?” Bucky settles back at your side, automatically taking your free hand in his own.

“This damn gala.”

Bucky laughs, “You never did like a dance, Stevie.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “Hard to when every gal had a foot on me at least.”

“Mhm. That was why.” He turns to you, “He just doesn’t like dancing.”

“You do though.” You both turn your eyes back to Steve, Bucky’s suspicion mounting. “That’s kinda why I’m here…”

He reaches over and nabs more cheese puffs, shoving some in his mouth before continuing. “Hill thinks maybe you should both attend.”

You just popped a puff in your mouth and begin coughing a bit, “What?!”

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” Steve holding a hand up in surrender. “She said it would be excellent PR for the team to let people see-”

“The reformed freak show?” Bucky’s grip tightens on your hand. This puts a bad taste in his mouth. Steve looks wilted and Bucky regrets his tone.

“No man, at least I don’t think it’s like that.” His fingers begin to drum on his knee. A classic Rogers tell that he’s nervous as all hell. “I think it’s more to show people that you’re not something to be afraid of, either of you.” Bucky feels you shift next to him.

“The public knows there are two former Hydra assets on the team. You,” he gestures to Bucky, “they know about from the Battle of The Potomac. But, Y/N, you’re a total mystery which is almost worse.”

Bucky stares at the place where your clasped hands rest. People fear what they don’t know. “So… this is a PR suggestion, not a team decision?” He can feel the tension in your body.

“Yeah, but everyone agrees it’s probably a good move. It’s a secure event, every attendee vetted. Plus it’s here in the tower so if you need to duck out, you can.”

“Bruce said the last one wasn’t bad,” your voice seems kind of small.

He looks over at you, your eyes also glued on the spot where your bodies connect. “Do you wanna go, doll?”

You laugh a little bitterly, looking up, “I mean… it’s not my thing, I didn’t even go to prom but if everyone thinks it a good call and will help PR… I kinda feel like we should.”

Suddenly he feels kind of excited, having you on his arm, dancing with you… Of course, there’d be all the other people, press, and… He swallows hard. “Alright. We’re in.”

“Thank god.” Steve looks genuinely relieved.

With the gala on Saturday night, your relaxing Thursday afternoon immediately shifts. Now there are clothes to be chosen and fitted, logistics to discuss, various preparations to be made.

Bucky is drug off with Tony and Pepper takes you on. Tony gets his tailor on fitting a suit for Bucky immediately since apparently what Bucky had wasn’t suitable, despite the fact that Tony keeps insisting that the event isn’t super formal. It makes him think of when he’d let his sisters dress him up. Except he’s more annoyed and less endeared.

The next day you’re both back in fittings after breakfast. When you’re done it’s lunchtime and you both look spent. Still, it’s off to a meeting with Hill to cover security details, as much for the attendees as all of you.

Most everyone would enter at the beginning of the party, do the press thing, answer a few preselected questions, etc. When they’re going over this Steve looks like he wants to puke. It’s the one time Bucky’s happy he’s known for being an unstoppable murder machine.

The two of you and Bruce would hang back, coming in an hour after the others once the event actually starts. This doesn’t mean there won’t be some pictures snapped throughout the evening or even that people won’t attempt to interact with you all but it will take the pressure of being in the spotlight off. All that’s really asked is that you all stay for at least a half hour but if you need to leave that’s ok.

No weapons would be allowed into the building. All of you were welcome to arm yourselves as you saw fit. While they never anticipate anything to go wrong, few were bold enough to make a move inside Avenger’s Tower, after all, it never hurt to be prepared.

Saturday morning comes and you’re both already over it. His initial excitement has been smothered in anxiety and general annoyance with the whole process. Plus he knows as soon as he sees Tony, he’s going to have to once again make it clear that he’s not cutting his hair.

“Let’s just say we’re sick.” You press tighter into his side, burying your face in his chest.

His lips curl a touch as he strokes the back of your head. “Don’t think that’ll fly, doll.”

“Thirty minutes has never seemed so long in my life. And after Hydra, I feel like that’s saying something.” You roll over onto your back next to him.  

He can’t help but laugh. “It’ll be fine,” he tangles his fingers with yours. “Besides, didn’t Tony say he put together a great playlist?”

“Not worth it.” Your phone buzzes on your nightstand. Groaning you pick it up. “It shouldn’t take a whole day to get ready for anything ever. It’s just not right.”

“You’ll have fun, Nat’ll be there.” You slide him a sidelong glance. “Promise after this we’ll see about running off someplace for a few days. Sound good?”

You smile before pouncing on him, straddling his hips, kissing him hard. “The thought of having you all to myself for a few days may just get me through this.”

Your phone buzzes again and you go to get off, he pulls you back, “I think they can wait a minute.” He lifts his hips to fully press the hard length of him against you.

“I think you’re right Barnes.”

His good mood lasts until the exact second Tony asks about his hair for the sixth time in the last three days. “Stark, if you ask me one more time I swear to god I’ll-”

“Alright, alright,” Tony’s hands are up. “At least pull it back.”

“Planned on it.”

“Give him some credit, Tony, the man wasn’t raised by wolves,” Clint pipes up from the couch where he’s waiting to try his suit on too.

Bucky doesn’t see you for the rest of the day. Pepper planned what she swore would be a fun ‘girls day’ for all the women on the team. He hopes you’re having fun but as the clock ticks closer his anxiety over everything is peaking. Seeing you, he knows will calm some of it. He’d face anything with you by him.

You were all meeting in the common space for a toast before the majority of the team went down to kick things off. When he gets there, it’s just the guys, drinking whiskey and lounging.

“I guess you clean up alright Barnes.” Sam lifts his tumbler of amber liquid in Bucky’s direction.

“You don’t look terrible either, Wilson.”

“Psh,” Sam scoffs as Bucky takes a seat by Steve on the couch, “I know I look damn fine in this Armani. Not that you’d know taste if it hit you upside the head.”

Bucky has to admit, Sam’s burgundy suit is pretty sleek. He’d opted for something black. Its slim cut seems strange but it’s the style now. The jacket, Tony insisted, could be worn open and thank god this wasn’t something he needed a tie for. In fact, the perfectly tailored white button-up was open a few buttons, making it fairly comfortable.

It’s almost twenty minutes before the elevator dings. Everyone but you and Natasha file out. Tony catches Pepper up in a passionate kiss. Hill looks incredible in pants that hug her legs and what looks like a men’s blazer without a shirt under, very her. The other gals look great too.

Since time was getting tight Tony goes ahead and gathers everyone around, popping a bottle of champagne and pouring glasses. Finally, Natasha saunters in but oddly you’re not with her.

“Sorry I’m late, had to figure out where comfortably put a pistol,” Natasha announces. She’s in a bold number. Gold, short, strapless, with a triangle cut out showing her cleavage perfectly. 

“Told you not to go with the Versace,” Hill quips.

“Ok, but how could I not. Just look at me.” She flashes Bucky a smile, “Y/N is right behind me.”

On cue, the elevator doors open and you step out and Bucky’s jaw hits the floor. You’re radiant in a floor-length black gown, sheer from the waist down with black overlays resembling roses with crystals providing shimmer, the neckline plunges almost to your waist, your arms bare. Your hair is swept and pinned to one side, curls perfectly shielding half your face, your lips a deep blood red. 

“Woah.” Steve breathes out next to him. “I don’t know if you can handle that Buck.”

“You may be right,” Bucky can’t take his eyes off you as you float over to them.

“I feel slightly ridiculous.” You say exasperated as he wraps you in his arms.

“You look beautiful.”

You smile softly, a slight blush on your cheeks. “Thanks”

“I may have to take back what I said about your lack of taste, Barnes.” Sam teases before Tony shuts everyone up for the toast.

When the time finally comes to slip into the party you grab his metal hand so hard you’d likely break a regular Joe’s bones. Bruce goes first. Since you’re supposed to wait a few minutes he pulls you into him. Kissing you, his fingers grabbing your hair by the roots, body pressed tights against yours. Your panting when he releases you.

“You’re lucky this lipstick is magic.” He laughs noting it didn’t budge.

“Ready darlin’?”

“Now I am.”

Hand in hand you walk into the room. The door is tucked in a back corner so no one really notices either of you for a minute. That is until Captain America just has to pull up next to you both.

“Save me,” Steve whines.

Bucky can’t resist laughing at how visibly uncomfortable his best friend is. He clasps his free hand on Steve’s shoulder, “Come on, pal. Can’t be that bad.”

Honestly, it wasn’t bad at all. People keep a wary but curious distance from the two ex-Hydra agents in their midst. This means when the other team members want to have a minute away from their PR faces they just gravitate toward the two of you. He wants to dance with you but honestly, he’s too nervous to drag you out into the big middle of it all. It’s fun to watch the others dance and get a little silly though.

After a couple of hours, Tony and Pepper approach you.

“Come on,” Tony’s free hand grabs Bucky’s.

“What?” Bucky has no clue what Stark is playing at.

“Grab that gorgeous woman and get on the damn dance floor with us.”

Pepper smiles at you with a wink, “As much as I hate to agree with Tony, that Elie Saab you’re wearing is too beautiful to be a wallflower.”

A few light synth notes start and all the sudden you bust out laughing. “Foreigner?! Tony? Really?”

“This is a great song!” Tony’s face takes on a mock look of offense. Bucky doesn’t know the song but he’s not hating it, unlike some of the other stuff you had him listen to.

As the four of you begin to sway on the dance floor the crowd there thins out a bit. You’re still giggling in his arms. “Tony is such a lame ass.”

“What was that Sparky?” Tony shouts over the music.

“You’re a lame ass!” You shout back, Pepper belts a laugh and there are distinct snickers from the crowd.

You’re both laughing as he spins you out when the melodramatic chorus kicks in. The two of you manage some kind of waltz sway mashup, giggling like kids.

Natasha and Sam join you all and seem to be getting a kick out of the song choice too, singing along. As the song turns takes on a choral vibe you, Tony, and Pepper, along with a chunk of the crowd all join in. Bucky swears his face aches from smiling.

When it ends he can’t help but spin you into his arms and kiss you. A few whoops from around them makes it sink in just how public this is. Somehow he doesn’t really care. Your head falls back and your ringing laugh sends his heart soaring.

“Careful Tin Man,” Tony playfully elbows him, “wearin’ your heart on your sleeve there.” 

Bucky thinks that Tony Stark had never been more right in his life. 

[captaincanarygotmelike]

CC Scene Compilation!!!

LINK

Okay so this has all been a lot, but I finally have the CC scene compilation ready!!! Thank you to those who sent suggestions about how to upload it because it was a challenge, and it is available here as well as the link above. It is quite lengthy, and like I said, there are some serious stretches so below the cut (bc it’s literally five pages in a doc and I’m 10/10 not gonna take up your feed with it) is a commentary of sorts that sorta resembles my old snapchat recaps. Anyway I had a lot of fun doing this and I hope you enjoy watching it!

0:00 - how fucking dARE THEY delete this scene

0:21 - you can’t tell me he isn’t checking her out aLSO birth of killer, klepto, and pyro

0:44 - walk walk fashion baby

1:00 - OKAY i have so much to say about this scene here we go

          1) captain canary song

          2) len and mick’s expressions

                2a) mick already knows len’s in trouble

          3) can we talk about how fuckin dramatic len is like mick paid two whole dollars for those beers you did not need to throw them onto   the ground with such passion

2:40 - i know people have said this before but when ray says “whats the point of us even giving this a second thought” hE LOOKS RIGHT AT SARA

3:01 - the way i cut these scenes makes it look like it’s not cut at all whoops but also len is saying a wedding thing cOINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT

3:28 - i’m laughing so hard look at how his expression changes when he’s talking to sara vs carter

3:48 - in sync

3:57 - look at rip’s expression when len leans down to sara he knows somethings up

5:10 - i literally just put this in bc it’s super badass

5:24 - prison break reference #687574848 also their fckn expressions at *5:59* like subtlety is not their strong suit

6:03 - it took until 1x5 to get a one-on-one CC scene like wtf is up with that also *7:10* THE WAY HE SAYS HER NAME also *7:11* birth of crook/assassin

7:23 - what a good husband trying to stop her from killing one of their teammates #relationshipgoals

8:00 - Sara is backseat driving as a fuckn corpse and I can’t handle it

8:52 - gimme a second this scene will make sense here i swear

9:29 - to continue WHAT A FCKN HYPOCRITE he wanted mick to leave ray in a whole russian gulag but he’s super chill about leaving mick in the middle of rampaging prisoners to find sara yes this is indeed a callout post

9:40 - what a good husband pt. 2 also absent rip ex machina

10:26 - the way len looks at her literally destroys me

10:35 - acknowledging the husband’s achievements

10:51 - i put more of the scene in than i needed to bc the convo between rip/mick makes me laugh every time aLSO len and sara are talking about the in-laws

11:15 - len is all chill and then when not-slade mentions sara he’s like dafuq did you say

11:35 - the way sara looks at him i can’t handle it

11:58 - first of all, everything mick does is mood, second of all look at them playing cards

12:35 - eYE SEX 

13:23 - once again i cut two scenes to look like-ish one but the way she looks at him i can’t handle it

13:51 - okay so i’m not a doctor or anything involving medical anything but why are they gonna die? hypothermia? this is a lot of drama about a room that’s uncomfortably cold also if gideon knows that two team people are gonna die if the door doesn’t open, she should be able to open the doors. she says that “the bulkhead is designed to stay shut” but isn’t she the “designer”? like can’t she just change or override the code or whatever? okay rant over

14:16 - aww look at them bonding also *15:00* Sara you’re lYING

15:53 - okay i feel like they’re dragging this out a long time but aLSO SOMEONE tell me there’s a fic of when Len gives sara his jacket ALSO isn’t this about when Len switches over to wearing just a normal leather jacket cOINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT

16:43 - Sara’s expression i literally can’t aLSO *17:00* nOBODY can tell me he looked back at aNYBODY except Sara

17:11 - once again this will make sense in just a moment alSO note that at the end of the scene *17:39* captain out-cold is still lying in a fckn heap on the floor

17:40 - this means that Leonard somehow dragged himself to wherever the fuck mick and sara are to help her i mean like when i fall up the stairs i always have to take a second and be like am i okay? did i survive this? and literally seconds ago he was unconscious or something yet here he is and if that isn’t love idk what is

17:51 - okay i swear len and sara are looking at each other over the holo table

18:07 - i literally just put this in because of how he says her name

18:16 - aww he did the thing where you’re looking at someone and then they look over and you pretend you weren’t checking them out

18:20 - first of all why the fUCK is rip putting in those eye things FIVE FEET AWAY FROM THE GUARD HE DID NOT COME PREPARED also that look between len and sara like are they married or what

19:04 - this banter i can’t handle it also rip is so done with them

19:40 - they’re finishing each other’s sentences

19:52 - she’s talking about her husband

20:22 - guys this is probably my favorite cc scene no joke

20:25 - okay so i don’t remember why i put this scene in but they’re standing really close to each other and i’m here for it

21:34 -  look at them fighting this is relationship goals

21:45 - captain “let’s all just calm down” my ass this is another of my favorite scenes like he’s normally so chilled out (pun intended) but then he sees sara in danger and he’s like uh fuck no

23:04 - first of all the cut at 23:12 is the worst editing i’ve ever seen like how did they get away with that they’re literally standing in completely different places but also LOOK AT LEN’S SMILE AT SARA PLAYING WITH THE GUN

23:37 - is this not the most badass thing you’ve ever seen

23:49 - sara crossing her fingers is fckn adorable and also len looks over to her don’t even argue with me about it

23:55 - the banter i can’t handle it

24:04 - okay so this might be a biiiit of a stretch BUT i sWEAR len is checking out sara’s ass look out i’m gonna get scientific here but considering how far he had to look over to watch stein there is no way he was looking at the holo table just sayin

24:18 - kendra knows things also this whole scene is adorable

25:06 - i don’t remember why i thought this was a cc scene but they’re together and i’m 10/10 here for it

25:12 - they’re talking about the in-laws again

25:20 - height difference

25:33 - i spy a bit of jealousy

25:46 - listen to the marital banter

25:55 - someone save me from this scene there’s like nine seats around them and sara chose to sit on the ground where she’s closer to len and also they’re passing the bottle back and forth and they look like a goddamned married couple and i cAN’T HANDLE IT

27:19 - killer klepto and pyro back at it again

28:16 - this implies that he’s tried to distract her in the past and all i can say is where’s the fic?

28:36 - guys i have so much to say about this scene and i already have here but i sWEAR TO GOD its the scene sara realizes she’s in love with len you can fight me on this aLSO gideon is an asshole

30:32 - banter game real strong

31:00 - this is starting to make me so sad bc i just feel like there’s a such a strong connection between the two of them here and then it all blows up (too soon) but also their little smiles at the end of the scene is so freakin cute i can’t handle it

32:08 - sara keeps looking over at len also he’s finishing her sentences and also ray came here to have a good time and honestly he’s feeling so attacked rn (although tbh nobody is hitting him that hard) also sara’s smile at the end in conclusion this scene is hella underrated

34:08 - okay this scene is too much for me but also to all the people who said “it came out of nowhere” like first of all wtf were you even watching the last 14 episodes? but also i think len’s line “it’s the things i didn’t do that keep me up at night” is the perfect way to be like hey so this was going on but len doesn’t like to talk about his feelings okay so this scene is too much for me and his smile at the end is hurting me

35:25 - guys i’m not ready

35:43 - guys i’m actually crying like it’s so not fair that we got to see len become such a good person and i know i’m biased but i truly believe that captain canary was the best developed ship we’ve ever had on the show and it sucks so hard that we never got to see them in an actual relationship like i really feel like it would have been so good but it literally never got mentioned again after this episode like even in 1x16 like wtf is up with that anyway sorry i’m ending this on such a sad note but literally all i want in life is just a bit more CC before the show eventually ends like is that too much to ask for

also i didn’t put in the scene where the oculus blows up bc look did it actually ever happen idk

[allofthisnonsenseplease]

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 can we do a thing where jack is a dumb jock jock jack.... joack........ like he's on the college football team and he keeps trying to impress gabe w his letter jacket and shit and gabe is like ",,,, k"

gabe doesn't realize it's flirting he thinks jack is just trying to show off

gabe, as per usual, is a theater major (though he tends to work more on set design/costumes/directing than actually acting). he and jack meet in some required class, like a math class or something, because they happen to sit next to each other

jack is struggling. he is Not good at this subject. they get tests back and jack's grade is bad. he accidentally sees the score on gabe's paper and it's like 99%.

holy shit the hot guy sitting next to him is smart

he kinda flashes his own test score at gabe with a weak smile and is like "hey, ha, guess i should've spent less time playing football and more time studying."

gabe just kinda glances at him and goes back to his own thing with a dismissive "mm."

jack's expression wilts a little bit but he brightens up and asks, "so uh, any tips? how'd you get to be so good at this?"

"by not talking during class," gabe says shortly.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack is only deterred for a moment. He asks if he can hire Gabe as a tutor. Gabe reminds him that there's a tutoring center on campus Jack could use, and eyes him suspiciously. He could definitely use a bit of spare cash, but he doesn't know why this guy is offering in the first place. Jack upps the offer: cash, plus dinner every night Gabe can tutor him. Deal.

Elated by this success, Jack doesn't think at first about how quick he's going to blow through his spare cash doing this. He actually ends up getting apart time job in order to pay Gabe's tutoring fees, which isn't a problem...right up until Gabe starts to warm up to him and wants to hang out, but Jack has to work. =(

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 awww jaaaack you idiot jack keeps hitting on gabe when they meet up for tutoring sessions but jack does it so poorly gabe just thinks jack is show-offy. which is weird bc he is also very self deprecating. like bragging about being all buff from football practice but also constantly making jokes out of all the millions of mistakes he makes while playing and he is. very bad at math. VERY bad. gabriel doesn't know where to start with this kid.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 but, startlingly, Jack actually does try, which is why Gabe doesn't quit after the first session. Yeah it's frustrating, but it's not like Jack is ignoring him and goofing off. maybe he's got dyscalcula or something

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 awwww jackie and amazingly jack still fails his next test but only by a slim margin. improvement!! he flashes gabe the paper and gives him a lil grin and gabe is like SIGH still a long way to go but........ good job.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack feeling like garbage after that, though, and apologizing for having wasted Gabe's time. He's smiling as he says it, like, 'haha guess i'm just an idiot' but Gabe gets the vibe that he's really bothered over it.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 OJSNDKJND SADNESS

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Maybe that's when Gabe is like: 'hey, let me treat tonight' and Jack perks up all at once, then remembers that he has to work.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 qoq gabe says quickly "after work then. i have a car, i can... pick you up." jack is like really?? but it'll be so late.... but gabe doesn't let him refuse the offer

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 awww. they end up at denny's XD

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 LOL gabe is still bein all reserved but he does his best to reassure jack that he did a good job and it can only get better from here, it's a good sign and all that jack is all "awwww gaaabe it almost sounds like you care about me<3" to deflect from his own feelings of self-worth |D

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lol poor guy what if they run into some of Jack's teammates there, and they kinda tease him about finally hooking up with Gabe, and Jack has a mini heart attack as he tries to protest no, this isn't...! it's not like that! and he ends up looking like a blond strawberry, and unable to meet Gabe's eyes. ((unless you were wanting to wait longer on the reveal?))

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 AWW maybe he protests a little too convincingly instead of crumbling he like puffs up and laughs and is like "LOL as if"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 JACK NO

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabe is like "haha yeah. as if."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 * claws at face *  i d i o t s

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 d(owo) jack keeps trying to pester gabe into coming to see one of his football games by promising to go to gabe's next show

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 is Gabe invested enough to be a bit insulted over Jack's lol as if? does he get grumpy and keep refusing to go and tells Jack that he isn't even in the play, so there's no reason for him to bother? and Jack shows up anyway and looks for him afterward?

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 yeppppp oh goddd what if it's like shakespeare or something else classic and jack pesters gabe to the point of annoyance where he snaps at him about why would jack even WANNA see it, it's not like he'd understand it or something like that

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 OUCH

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 regrets it immediately of course but it's too late, jack's all closed off with his awkward laugh and a carefully blank expression gabe tries to apologize but jack just kinda shakes his head with that smile of his and says "don't worry about it, it's true."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 bonus points if it's decidedly Not True lol jack playing hamlet in high school

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 he tests horribly and has a hard time with writing so his grades are shit and people think he's either dumb or doesn't try and neither of those things are true omg that's hilarious the problem is jack agrees w those assessments and so he just leans into it instead of fighting it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 starts to think that since even Gabe sees him that way, then he's definitely not good enough for Gabe, so he just kinda gives up. quits the job, cancels the tutoring sessions, stops answering his phone, starts skipping class, even. Gabe checks for him at work after the second time he skips, and finds out he quit. He and Jack only ever studied at the library, so he doesn't know where Jack lives, and Jack isn't answering his phone. Confronts him after class next time when Jack's there, and asks him what's going on. When he mentions that he tried to find Jack at work, Jack just waves it off and admits he only got the job to pay Gabe, and since he's a lost cause he figured why bother? He neglects to mention that he's been trying to study on his own with his schedule freed up again.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 QoQ gabriel's heart hurts he starts with, "look, if this is because of what i said, i didn't-" jack cuts him off. "no. it's okay. it wasn't. you just reminded me." gabriel wishes jack would quit smiling like that and get angry at him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 O U C H orz fuck you for that one

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 :3c gabriel blurts out "please come to the play on friday. i think you'd- i think you'd like it." he doesn't know what else to do

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack's having a harder time keeping his smile in place, but he manages, and mumbles that it isn't really his thing, then tries for an escape oh shit. what if, trying for anything to make him reconsider or even just wait a moment, Gabe offers to explain it to him beforehand so that Jack isn't lost, and Jack just whips around to look at him and there's this expression on his face that Gabe's never seen before, and Jack just flings a few of Hamlet's lines at him--he'd been thinking back to that ever since Gabe said he wouldn't understand--but he can't remember the whole of it--it's been years since the play after all--and not being able to finish the part he started only makes him feel like he proved Gabe's point instead of demonstrating that he's actually at least a little smarter than everyone says.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 sggcjhbjhbgdsCGJBJHD GABE STOP FUCKING UP

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Gabe is like 'wait. WAIT. we need to talk about that. what was that?' but Jack is flustered and freshly humiliated and shrugs him off and practically runs away.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 dfgxfghcvbhc jack just wants to be good at something qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 that's part of the reason he's so proud of football--it's the one thing he's good at, so of course he's gonna try to draw attention to that rather than his failings

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 What if Gabe shows up to the next game and finds Jack afterward, and Jack actually brightens up to see him for the first time in a couple weeks, and Gabe's just: 'I sold you short before. Give me another chance?'

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 QoQ gabriel totally knows what he's feeling by now he might not know how MUCH he likes jack... but he knows it jack laughs but it isn't that false thing he's always falling back on, it's bubbly and a little awkward. "i really need to pass this next math exam so yeah" gabe is a little distracted by how jack's all sweaty and bright from adrenaline maybe a little more than distracted

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 realizes suddenly and a bit embarrassed over it 'i, um, can't afford to pay you for tutoring at the moment, though, so...'

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabe, thinking: i know what you CAN pay me with

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 omg gabe

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 instead he waves his hand and says, "it's payment enough just to be with you." jack stares at him, cheeks already flushed from the game so it's hard to tell if he's blushing or not, and gabriel realizes he just accidentally flirted with jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 AWKS that's not even subtle flirting, either XD jeezus, Gabe

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 XDD IT's MORE SUBTLE THAN WHAT HE WAS THINKING props on the censorship gabe

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 but Jack, after he gets over that initial surprise, lights up over it. Gabe is blindsided by how happy he looks.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 >w< gabe gets kinda flustered and is like UM. UH I'LL.. I'LL TEXT YOU and escapes

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 leaving Jack to wonder exactly what the hell just happened. lol what if he gets stuck in his head again and thinks Gabe only suggested tutoring him out of guilt and that he hadn't meant what he said the way it sounded?

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 NOOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack ends up thinking that there's no way Gabe's actually going to text him later after that.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 JAAACK gabe, meanwhile, hands shaking as he holds his phone and tries desperately to come up w a casual message

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 god gabe if we haven't all been there in one way shape or form

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 yepp he eventually decides on something like "hey i'm free x day if you want to study" om g gabe starting to have lil fantasies about """"studying""""" with jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lol Jack being SOOO relieved about getting the text that night. he asks what time, and Gabe's just anytime come over in the morning i'm free all day we can make a day of it and Gabe's got his heart in his throat over that

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 GABE YOUR THIRST IS SHOWING

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 and Jack's a bit nervous now, too, but holy hell he isn't gonna pass up that chance.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 THEY LIKE EACH OTHER SO MUCH THESE DORKS

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 oh! that'll mean Jack gets to go to Gabe's apartment! ^^

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 >w< as soon as jack walks in the door, gabe is like yes this person belongs in my house forever

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 <3<3<3 they get right down to studying with some drinks and snacks, but an hour or two in, Gabe calls for a break to move around a bit and let the info settle in Jack's brain. and, of course, he has to ask about the Hamlet thing.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 ahhhh

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack shyly admitting that he was the lead in the play in high school. he starts to say that he didn't really get it, only memorized the lines, but the words stick in his throat. when he glances at Gabe for his reaction, expecting skepticism, he's a bit surprised to see gabe smiling crookedly. 'My bad for assuming,' Gabe says. Jack brushes it off with a laugh and the 100% true claim that he's better at being a jock anyways.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 acassdvddvxf

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Gabe, eyes lowered as he's plucking at the carpet where he's sitting next to Jack, murmuring: 'You're more than just that, Jack.'

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 GABE THAT'S GAY

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lol he's just admitting that his new friend/crush is a multidimensional human being!

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 jack kinda prickles and smiles and says "nah. what you see is what you get with me." gabe IS a gay mess for jack though

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 ABSOLUTELY please and thank you

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabriel is silent for a moment, pondering the patterns on the carpet "that's not true," he says finally typing w one finger is hard lol

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 XD you can do it! i believe in you!

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 :heart: he gestures at jack's paper smile and says "like that." jack's expression is strained. "i don't... what are you saying?" "come on jack, you're smart, you know what i'm saying," gabe sighs. jack doesn't refute that statement, but his smile is painful at this point "we- should get back to work," he says abruptly

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 defenses ar in imminent danger of being breached!! red alert!! you are typing better with one finger than i am with two hands

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 XDDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 brb--need more tea

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 d(owo) "i mean it, jack," gabe tries again. "you're more than the person you lead people to believe you are. you can't fool me anymore, i know you're sm-" jack cuts him off with a hasty kiss

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 !!!!!!!!!!!! Jack, recoiling while blushing furiously: See? If I was smart, I wouldn't have-- Gabe, leaning in to kiss him again.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 sacsdvdrbtntfrfs

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 altho, to be fair, all Gabe knows is that Jack tries hard, tests poorly, and was Hamlet in a high school play lol

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 and that he's sexy as hell after a football game

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Gabe is all: 'I know you're smarter than most people think, we just have to figure out how to show it. How did you learn your lines for Hamlet? Maybe that's the key to how we should study. Jack: i'd really rather kiss you again thanks

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabe: come on jack you're good at- jack: hey shut up and fuck me maybe

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 WOW Jack. second date at least, i think

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 hey JACK stop avoiding your issues with sex k XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 XD so, like, who wins? do they keep studying? at least until Jack has just gotten too fidgetly over the fact that Gabe kissed him back and they have to take a break to deal with that somehow?

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 they try to study until gabe slams the book down with an exasperated sigh and kisses jack again

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 and he can sense immediately the difference in Jack's focus lol where a moment ago he'd been distracted as all hell, but the moment Gabe touches him, Jack is all about the kiss

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 also that jack is really really nice to kiss gabriel breaks it off briefly to drag them both onto the couch and then kisses jack into the cushions

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 jack gasping out in-between kisses 'god i'm so glad you weren't serious that night at denny's'

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabe gets offended at that like UM YOU WERE THE ONE WHO REJECTED THE IDEA OF US HOOKING UP FIRST

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack's just HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU MIGHT BE INTERESTED? I WAS PAYING YOU TO SPEND TIME WITH ME And they both stop. And stare. Inches from each other. Jack: I didn't mean to admit to that.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 LOL oops accidentally told my crush just how desperate i was to hang out with him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lucky for Jack, Gabe thinks it's more cute than sad? like, he'd already almost realized, since Jack took the job to pay him, but it wasn't 100% that it was all about spending time with him and not at least 50/50 about studying Jack, covering his face with his hands: just...don't look at me Gabe laughs and kisses all over the backs of his hands and fingers

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 AWWWW CUTE jack is grinning behind his hand and gabriel can't Deal

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 In an effort to get Jack to uncover his face, Gabe, in a mock-scandalized voice, goes 'I can't believe you rented me like a common whore' and Jack immediately pulls his hands away from his face, caught between panic and laughing denial

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 LOL GABE gabe is just holy SHIT i like him so much

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 NOW are you glad you gave the arrogant jock a chance, Gabe?? XD

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 XDDD ALSO HOT JOCK this means all kindsa handsiness in the locker room during quick football practice breaks lmaO gabe like just shows up at practice to watch jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lol Jack keeps having to run back inside for bathroom breaks. he is. Not Subtle. okay, but, jumping back to the study session--with most of the morning gone and Jack's focus shattered, they just kinda give up and end up falling asleep on the sofa. when they wake up, the afternoon sun is pouring in, and Jack is kinda sore and crushed from Gabe falling asleep on top of him, and there's a wet patch on his shirt where Gabe is drooling a bit in his sleep, but he's, like, so happy that he's afraid to move and wake Gabe and possibly ruin this bc is he really this lucky???

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 LOL I PASSED TF OUT AT LIKE 11:45 LAST NIGHT DAMN ALSO WTH THAT'S ADORABLE

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 :heart::heart::heart:

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 also also i have serious a question how does jack balance his thirst for gettin wrekt w playjng football :thinking:

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 ahhhh....that's a good one. he doesn't. XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 lots of toys and frustrated nights alone in his empty bed

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 AWWW omg buT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 maybe he goes to a bunch of parties and hooks up there, and his rep for that is part of the reason Gabe didn't take him seriously at first.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 after a big game when he has a little break before he has to be able to do shit again he is On gabriel sdckjseckjs starts associating games w getting rekt afterward though, that's a little awkward

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 lol Jack's teammates getting concerned 'cause it seems like he's been pulling a lot of muscles in games lately from the way he's so stiff the day after XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XDDD I'M IMPRESSED THEY ACTUALLY DON'T KNOW THE REAL REASON

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 maybe they just don't want to think too hard about the details. XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XDDD although one time jack does get injured during a game so gabe can't go all out on him afterward HE"S SO UPSET

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 but that means that Gabe just has an excuse to go as slow and sweet as he wants and Jack just gets to lay back and deal with it as the anticipation builds up until he's jelly-limbed and wrung-out just from the pent-up need

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 >w< gabe steals jack's letter jacket for once instead of jack stealing a hoodie and jack fucking Dies he like can't find it anywhere and then later he sees gabe wearing it just casually IT HAS HIS NAME ON THE BACK HE'S SO FLUSTERED

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 lol if it's a bit too tight on Gabe's arms ^^

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 ddfbvrdd

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 XD dude, while i was making dinner i was thinking about the jock!Jack fic & the part where Gabe takes his letterman and just...Jack joking around about Gabe taking his name. ^^ <3 Gabe shooting back only if Jack takes his.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 AHHH CUTE so like... gabe's got his career path planned, what is jack gonna do be anxious about his life or, does he fuckin join the military,, without gabe in this one,,,,

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 he tries to go pro and breaks a knee or something and then ends up homeless in his 20s

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 SOOZY

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 XD sorry sorry ignore the knee jerk reaction ummm... maybe he's just fucking around for the time being, going to college on a football scholarship while trying to figure out what he wants to be

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 gabe becomes a big time broadway set/costume designer and jack is his trophy husband

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 XD jack can decide he wants to be a nurse. maybe he ends up patching Gabe up a lot after little accidents with building sets and what not

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 ahhhhhhhh he's like super nervous about med school bc he famously sucks at school but it turns out he's good at medicine??

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 OH SHIT I FORGOT HE WAS A SCHOLASTIC FUCKUP XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 LMAO XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 maybe he'd always kinda wanted to do that, though, but he never thought he'd be able to manage the education required, so he gave up. alternatively, massage therapist Jack. they have a SHIT TON of stuff they gotta learn but they can do it relatively quickly. also...jack giving Gabe massages. let's not even pretend that wasn't entirely why i suggested that.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 >:3c maybe he got good at it bc of sports and people always pulling muscles and shit and gabe gets like a cramp from sewing and jack helps him out

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 or gets a cramp from being hunched over his work for so long lol Jack gets up to rub his neck and shoulders, and Gabe just melts and is like shit, dude, why don't you do this for a living?? Jack: haha like i'd be able to memorize all the muscles and connective tissues and various strokes and pressures-- Gabe: Jack, we talked about this.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 jack has nice big hands >w<

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 Gabe is like, 10000% on board for being Jack's practice dummy when he starts his coursework but I do like the idea of Jack going into a nurturing career like that for some reason. what if he went to work at an assisted living facility? places like that can be pretty stressful and depressing when they aren't properly funded or staffed. Jack bringing work home with him, going gray early on from trying his best to do three people's jobs and it's still not enough, really, but his protests to the management fall on deaf ears.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 QoQ WTH THAT'S SAD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 trying to pick something that aligns with how he seemed in some of the canon stuff without dragging this into war

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 yeah qoq he gets like super stressed and it makes gabe stressed also gabe has his own stress bc broadway is hella stressful

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 which one blows up his workplace? XD jk jk

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 HAHA i mean gabe probably creates some explosion effects at some point

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 Jack having to sweet talk their landlord bc some of the stuff gabe brough hom accidentally got ignited XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 so jack is hella stressed at his caretaking job and gabe hates seeing what it's doing to him but he knows he can't suggest that jack quit without having like a solution for another job he can have bc otherwise jack'll be like "oh yeah i'm a failure" you dummies.... communication........

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 lol he ends up talking Jack into a management position somehow. Jack stages a takeover of the facility and ends up as the manager/director/whatever. He's got less time with the people living there, but at least he can make their lives better now.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 :DDD yay!! immediately jack feels better about everything bc!! look he's accomplishing things!!! and he also has a super hot boyfriend for whom he can finally afford a ring so that's nice

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 ^^ aww! lol what if him and Gabe manage to get permission to bring the residents out to watch a dress rehearsal?

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 awwwwww

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 and Jack's so pleased at how much everyone enjoys it, 'cause he loves seeing them happy & he knows gabe works so hard

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 qwq HOW DOES THE PROPOSAL GO does jack do some nerdy gabe's-play-related thing like steals all the extra explosives for pizazz XD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 XD omg. lights their apartment on fire or something lol

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 AWWW HE ACCIDENTALLY SETS THE APARTMENT ON FIRE AND IT'S RAINING OUTSIDE SO THEY'RE ALL HUDDLED OUTSIDE AND MISERABLE WHILE THEY WAIT FOR THE FIRE DEPARTMENT AND ITS COLD AND JACK LOOKS JUST SO DEFEATED BUT HE GIVES GABE HIS JACKET AND GABE STICKS HIS HANDS IN THE POCKETS AND FEELS THE BOX

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 what if he's been working with the residents on a new flower garden--something to give them a hobby & brighten the plac eup all at once, and he calls Gabe down one day supposedly to show him the end result, but really it's to propose to him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE RAINY ONE

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 djfknadkfjnacjsn

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 i like yours better! XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XDD YOURS IS CUTE TOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 mine doesn't feature Jack-the-massive-fuckup

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XDDD that is a feature him just looking so distressed and upset and gabe is kinda annoyed about this whole thing but then he feels the box in his pocket and immediately is like HOLY SHIT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 voice shaking as he says: 'Jack? Is there something you wanted to ask me?' and Jack just looks at him blankly for a moment before realization dawns and Gabe sees shock and dismay and embarrassment cross his face before he just laughs and covers his face with his hands. 'ohhhh, i really fucked this one up, didn't I?' Gabe gently tugs his hands down. 'We can just call it a rehearsal, if you want. Try again another day?' He smiles encouragingly until he gets a tiny answering smile from Jack. 'Wasn't sure how the scene will end,' Jack admits quietly, hopefully. 'It's obviously a comedy, Jack. Those end with weddings.'

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 AHHHHHH THAT'S G A Y gabe: spoilers, i'm gonna say yes jack: KSJNFASKFN

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 i love that that is so often your reaction. XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XD IT'S TRUE jack is like "look i wanna propose to you properly again but-" and gabe is like "dw i'm putting on the ring rn i can't wait"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 omg. dorks. i love them. why have you cursed me with this?

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 d(=w=) and gabe gets like super antsy and the second they get back inside he darts into the bedroom and comes back all red-faced w his own ring

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 <3<3<3 lol Gabe didn't get to propose first bc he wanted it to be PERFECT and Jack just wanted memorable

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 awwwww they just wanna be married already luckily gabe's latest show is like super popular so they've got a shitton of money to spend on it gabe wants Everyone to know he has a husband

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 Gabe gets super involved in wedding planning and Jack is slowly getting more and more nervous because greaaaaaaaaat. MORE people to make a fool of himself in front of. people who know Gabe. People who might judge Gabe for his taste in partners.

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 NO JACK YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HE WANTS TO SHOW YOU OFF TO EVERYONE HE KNOWS every person he meets he's like "hi i'm gabe btw have i told you about my amazing husband yet" and everyone is like "well no i just met you two seconds ago" and gabe is like pulling out photos "SO HIS NAME IS JACK"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 XD oh god he's one of THOSE people he's FLYNN

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 HAHA

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 ((omg--amost forgot to mention: the thought crossed my mind the other day--Mix Tape crossover fic with classical music student Gabe trading suggestions with Flynn about how to live with a metalhead lol))

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 LOLL jack is all self-conscious but all gabe wants to do is get him in a nice suit, drag him along to every single fancy party to show him off to everybody, then come home and tear that suit off and lavish him in praise

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Gabe getting to put him IN the suit, tho like, helping him get dressed, doing up teh buttons, smoothing down creases, feeling the heat of Jack's body through the nice fabrics, the scent of him buried beneath the smell of soap and deodorant and fabric softener, but knowing that at the end of the day, Gabe is going to get to undress him layer by layer and reacquaint himself with the feel of Jack's body beneath his hands, with the scent of his skin, with the taste of him...

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 JDBFSAFJB also gabe like went with him to the tailor when they bought it in the first place and oversaw everything ((he designed it of course)) (((he was such a pain in the tailor's ass))) ((((they can't go back there))))))

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 X'''D

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 but the end product is a ridiculously attractive suit complete with a waist coat

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 aaaaaaaaaaaaa

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 gabe tying jack's tiiiiie =w=

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 Jack nervously smoothing it down after Gabe helps him put it on, just kind of laughing in his usual unsure of himself way and musing that it probably doesn't suit him, then looking up to see Gabe drinking in every line of him, following the movements of his hands over his body with a hunger that makes Jack flush and wish they had more time before they need to leave

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 jnfajskjdnfkcanj gabe starts musing out loud about how the hell he's gonna take this suit off jack without ruining it at the fancy dinner party gabe is practically glowing with pride every single person who comes along he's just like LOOK AT MY HUSBAND HE'S PERFECT "that's the best part, the outside is new but now it reflects what's already in you :musical_note: " "i couldn't change that if i wanted to~ and i do not" //this whole thing is really making me think of that legally blonde song lol

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 XD it's giving me Fluri feels, tbh. Flynn wishing Yuri saw everything that Flynn sees in him. ;;

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 S TAAAHP that hurts qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 YOU STARTED IT XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 YOU MADE IT HURT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 9.9 merely pointed out a similarity

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 =^= huff gabe like really really wants to fuck jack IN the suit but he also doesn't wanna ruin it he settles for removing the pants, fingering jack to the edge of orgasm, then removing the rest /// also @ my internet wtf discord is working perfectly well but none of my other webpages will load?

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 internet, stop being weird and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Gabe ends up having more suits made specifically because of this dilemma XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 LMAO he has like a suit made specifically to fuck jack in that's hilarious

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 jack makes a fuss every time gabe buys him a suit but the look gabe gives him when he wears them is nothing less than thrilling every time

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 ouo

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 something about the fact that gabe doesn't even want to take off his clothes before fucking him like reallyyyy does it for jack the idea that he's THAT irresistible drives him a little crazy

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 omg. Gabe doing wonders for Jack's self-esteem just by loving him so much

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 QoQ yess

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 also, while we're discussing clothed sex--snuggly lovemaking with Jack in nothing but an oversized cableknit sweater

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 YESS gabe has no clue how he managed to find an oversized sweater given just how Huge jack's upper body is but somehow he did

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 and it's heckin cute

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 maybe he knitted it

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 awwwWWWW WIAT THAT'S CUTE

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 like, it took him two years but XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 jack is all pouty one day bc the oversized sweater look is so snug but he's never been able to find something that's oversized on him SO GABE GETS TO WORK

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 <3<3

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 and gives it to jack for christmas jack doesn't cry (he does a little)

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 Jack is OVERJOYED

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 tbh it's a little bit of a present for gabe too. bc now jack will hang around the house in JUST the sweater. and gabe can't do it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 omg XD smooth, Gabe. ouob

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 IT'S JUST WAY TOO TEMPTING TO SLIDE A HAND UP THAT TANTALIZING THIGH and the way it hangs it just barely covers jack's ass gabe caaaaan't

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 he played himself XD can't get any work done on projects @ home bc jack's always hanging around in the sweater

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 dfjnakfdjn

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 grinning like the cheshire cat over his mug of tea

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 snuggly jack is dangerous gabriel comes home and is like "JACK PUT ON SOME FUCKING CLOTHES I NEED TO WORK" and jack is like okay and gets into one of the goddamn suits and gabe is like "YOU BITCH I WANT A DIVORCE" and jack is like "babe you're literally unbuckling my belt right now"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 X'D

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 what if jack starts to get self-conscious about the fact that gabe makes way more money than him though

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 JACK NO Jack not enjoying the hard-to-shake feeling that he's a kept man?

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 yeah qoq like the work he does is hard and important, but it's not glamorous and it certainly doesn't make him money

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 plus, he's not getting to spend time with the residents anymore, and he had wanted to be able to help people one on one

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 HOW WOULD WE SOLVE THAT ONE THOUGH

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 Jack's just gotta get over his self-esteem issues. maybe he recognizes it as an unfair thought and just tries to deal with it.

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 yay!

[gokailyger84]

dude i got a polybomb thingie for you. so i doubt it's gonna happen, but imagine if dan and arin get to sing together, and like harmonize, right? imagine brian being one of the people who mixes their tracks together and his heart skips a beat bc they just sound SO GOOD together!! and he replays the tracks over and over even when he knows it sounds fine, just because he likes to close his eyes and listen to them sing. they're beautiful, their voices are beautiful, and he loves them so much

Those recent Sta/rbomb session pictures sparked some inspiration

(the style of music I had in mind was Nelly’s ‘Just A Dream’ and ‘Over and Over’)

Brian has a personal policy of not letting himself getdistracted at work.  It was something hehad developed when he was working towards his doctorate.  

Separating his mind from all outside distractions.  Withdrawing into that quiet place in his mindand compartmentalizing all of his thoughts in a single space.

For a person who could easily lose himself in hisobservations and contemplations, it was a way to keep his mind focused on theend goal.  

After joining Dan for N/S/P, he had to double down on thatpolicy.  Not because of anything he did.  

No.  

It was because his partner was distracting.  

Particularly his voice.

Dan was already a handsome looking guy.  Brian would have to be blind not tonotice.  

But when Dan opened his mouth and his voice filled Brian’sears, he couldn’t help but get swept away by the melodic tones.  

It had eventually reached a point where Brian had to lettheir producer do most of the voice mixing. Brian just couldn’t focus, especially after he realized his truefeelings for Dan.  

It wasn’t until years later, after they had become a couple,that Brian had built up a small immunity to Dan’s singing voice.

Who would’ve thought he’d run into the same situationagain?  

But this time with his boss/friend.  

Brian, Dan and Arin were in Texas.  They had joined up with their producer and wereborrowing a friend’s studio for their two week Sta/rbomb session.

They had all set aside time to work on the third album thathad been in the back of their minds, since the completion of Play/erSelect.  

While Brian played around with some potential melodies and goofedaround with their producer and played his Nin/tendo Switch, Dan and Arin werehard at work on their laptops, brainstorming and writing out lyrics.  

Sometimes Brian helped with the lyrics but not much.  It was mostly Dan and Arin when it came to thatpart of production.  

The first two Sta/rbomb albums were created while Brian wasstill teaching in London.  He honestlydidn’t have the extra time to help with the brainstorming.  He had to leave that to Dan and Arin.  

He would receive their lyrics and work on melodies in hisspare time and skype with them to see if any changes needed to be made.  

Even though he now lived in the states and worked with themdaily, they kept to that routine.  Itworked well for the three of them, so why change it?  

Brian glanced up from his game, looking over to the subjectsof his current thoughts.  

Dan and Arin were still sitting side by side on the couch, individuallaptops resting on their thighs.  

Arin was leaned over, pointing at something on Dan’s screen,the two of them softly discussing what they were working on.

Arin’s long hair was hanging over his shoulder, starting toobscure his view.  He quickly tossed hishead back, shaking it out of his face.

Brian had a sudden urge to walk over and run his fingersthrough the silky, soft looking strands.

Brian mentally shook his head.  He really needed to stop that.  

Taking his eyes of Arin, he noticed Dan staring at him.  A small smirk on his face.  

Brian rolled his eyes and mouthed ‘shut up’, beforereturning to his game.  He heard a smalllaugh drift from Dan and heard Arin asking him what was so funny.  

Dan just shook his head, saying it was nothing.

It wasn’t nothing.  

For a while now, Brian had started noticing things.  

Things about Arin, he’d never paid any mind to before.  

The way he carried himself with a calming strength. 

How he turned a two-man video game podcastinto a booming, successful company in only a few years.  Able to bring people together and effectivelylead them, despite being an introvert.  

How selfless he could be. Going above and beyond helping his friends out, even if there was a riskhe’d be put in a bad position.  

How he offered Brian a position amongst the team, trying andfailing to make it seem like it wasn’t a plan to bring him and Dan backtogether, so they could keep N/S/P going.

Brian knew that they didn’t need him to run the socialmedia.  Any one of the other grumps couldhave done it, especially Barry with his quick and sharp wit.  

But Brian never called Arin out on it.  

That was why he took a few months to make the decision tomove back.  

Brian may have a stable income with Arin as his boss but itwould ultimately come down to the success of N/S/P that would keep him and hisfamily afloat. 

Not that he believed thatArin would let him drown.  

It was still a gamble. A gamble, Brian was glad he took.

Arin was something special. There weren’t many men out there like him.  

Brian was surprised he hadn’t fallen for him sooner.

And while Dan may laugh at how smitten Brian currently waswith Arin, he was in the same boat.  

After all, Arin was part of the reason Dan was able to gainthe courage and confess his feelings for Brian.

Arin’s fluidness when it came to sexualities helped Danfigure his own out.  It probably wouldhave been weird if he didn’t develop feelings for Arin too.  

Brian and Dan had discussed their mutual feelings for theirshared boss but ultimately hadn’t gone further than that.  

While Arin never hesitated flirting with the both of them,they couldn’t ignore the fact that he was married. 

And although, Brian was married too, he andhis wife had an agreement, giving him exception permission to be with Dan.  

They couldn’t just assume that Arin and Suzy would be thesame and that Arin’s flirting was anything but a joke between friends.

There was a lot theycould lose and Dan wasn’t willing to take that risk.  

At least not yet.

“Alright, you ready to try this?”  Dan said, setting his laptop to theside.  Arin mirrored his movements,standing up.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”  

Brian put his Switch into sleep mode and joined theirproducer at the mixer table. 

They bothgrabbed a pair of headphones and slipped them on, as Dan and Arin entered therecording booth, putting on their own set of headphones.  

Before they had come down to Texas for the session, Arin hadexpressed an interest in doing some singing on the new album.  

Dan had been excited, knowing he and Arin had a naturalharmonization.  Brian had heard them singtogether before but it was usually on a roadtrip and always in a jokinglymanner.  

He hadn’t heard any evidence of Arin’s singing being albumworthy but Dan swore that he had the talent.

And well, Brian completely trusted Dan, especially when itcame to music.  

As their producer counted them off, Brian reached over andflipped a switch, turning on one of his finished digital scratches.  

The track was for the video game, ‘The La/st of Us and wasin a slower hip hop/ballad style.  

Arin found it to be more appropriate considering the seriousstoryline of the game.  

Dan began to sing, his soothing voice flowing into Brian’sears.  He could feel a small chill runthrough him.  His usual reaction to Dan’ssinging.  

After a few more seconds, Arin began to rap.  His head bobbing up and down to thebeat.  His voice low and smooth as thewords flowed from his mouth.  

Brian found himself becoming entranced as he watched Arin,his body rocking in sync with Dan’s.  

As Dan finished the first chorus, Arin stepped up to themicrophone, his hands lightly gripping his headphones.  

His lips parted and he began to sing the second verse.  

Brian couldn’t help but close his eyes, as Arin’s voice traveledthrough his headphones and filled his entire being.  

It was beautiful.  

There was no other word for it.  

And when Dan joined in, creating their natural harmony,Brian had to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself.  

His chest was feeling tight from the sheer emotion he couldfeel, just from their voices.  Theysounded that good.  

It was amazing.  

When they finished the song, Brian was still staring atthem.  Arin looked up, meeting hisgaze.  

His eyes widening slightly at the heated look directedtowards him.  

Arin chuckled nervously, scratching the back of hishead.  

“What’d you guys think?” He asked, his eyes still on Brian.

Brian was sure their producer was saying something but hedidn’t hear him.  

His mind still filled with Arin and Dan’s voices, wrappingaround him like silk velvet.  

“Earth to Brian!  Comeback to us, Brian!”  Dan’s voice yelledloudly into the microphone.  

Brian winced, yanking off his headphones.  

His eyes blinked rapidly, snapping himself out of histrance.  He stood up, turning away fromthe recording booth and rubbed his hands over his face.  

“You alright, Bri?” Dan asked.

Brian looked over to see him and Arin walking out of thebooth and towards him.  

Brian’s eyes fell on Arin once more.  

Dan followed his line of sight and smiled.  He patted Arin on the back.

“Sounded fuckin’ good, didn’t he?”  

Brian nodded.  Theheat returning to his gaze.  

Arin began to blush, looking down at the floor.

“Fucking amazing.” Brian whispered.  

Both Dan and Arin’s heads snapped towards him.  There was no mistaking the raw desire inBrian’s tone.

Brian licked his lips, looking between the two.

“I think the three of us are long overdue for a chat.”  He said.

Dan’s eyes widened, looking from Arin to Brian.

“What?  A-are yousure?”  He asked, panic beginning to seepinto his voice.  

He and Brian had talked about this.  Their feelings for Arin.

But to do it now? Reveal the truth?

“I’m down.”  Arinsaid, surprising them both.  

His entire face was red but he looked determined.  He looked at Dan and then Brian.

“If this is what I think it’s about…”  He said, trailing off.

Brian quirked an eyebrow.

“And just what do you think this is about?”  

Arin took a breath and stepped closer to Brian, stoppinginches away from him, staring deep into his blue eyes.

“About you and Dan having feelings for me.”  He paused, his voice beginning to waver.

He cleared his throat before continuing.

“And me returning those feelings.”

Dan’s eyes widened further, while Brian just smirked.  

He reached up a hand and ran his fingers through Arin’shair.  Arin’s eyes slipped shut as ashudder ran through his body.

“That would be correct, Arin.”  Brian said.

Dan moved closer and hesitantly took Arin’s hand into hisown.

“Are you sure, Ar?”  

Arin opened his eyes, turning towards him.  He nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

A throat then cleared behind them.

The three men turned around to see their producer stillsitting at the mixer table.

“So, we taking five?” He asked with a smile.

Brian laughed, grabbing both Arin and Dan’s hands and beganleading them towards the door.

“Probably more than five.”

“Take your time.”  Hesaid.

Brian squeezed the hands he was holding, looking between Danand Arin.  Their own smiles spreading ontheir faces.

“Don’t worry.  Wewill.”

[captain-oblivious]

so as it turns out I forgot to take my meds this morning which explains why I’ve been feeling like absolute trash

basically another massive wave of self-loathing plus bonus anxiety aghghghhghjksdlfhkgjhhhh

some next level self-loathing under the cut; seriously, this will prob be disturbing af to read so caveat lector or whatever

I think I need to pop some anxiety meds because this is really awful

anyway time for more ranting about how and why i’m a useless piece of trash who will never amount to anything

my art will literally never meet my standards. I took four years of intense art class in high school (we did life drawing and stuff, it was legit) and all my art still looks like trash. the only people who say anything good undoubtedly say those things only out of pity. why do I even bother when I’ll never catch up to literal children who draw much better than I do. also what is even the point anyway when it isn’t useful to me in my career

my writing will also literally never meet my standards. I have a novel that’s currently something like 160 000 words long and I’ve been working on it on and off since 2009 and it’ll probably never get finished. it’s definitely never gonna get published because the plot is shitty and cliche and trash

even the fic I write now is subpar; the only thing I’ve really got going for me is that I can write a coherent plot and I understand english grammar and whatnot, but that’s literally the bare minimum. the number of views just keeps growing whereas the kudos stay the same, undoubtedly because nobody thinks my work is any good. the only reason I thought I was good at writing fic was bc I was in a tiny video game fandom made up of 90% children, so to them someone who knew how grammar and basic writing works was a Good Writer despite me not actually being one 

my prose is clunky and awkward and ugly, I can’t come up with an engaging plot to save my life, none of my ideas are cute or likeable, instead I just write what I know to the point that I project hard on everyone and write something where everyone is a scientist

people hate math and science enough, and I’m not helping at all to make people like it anymore because my writing sure as fuck won’t do it any justice

I mean, fuck, I always did terribly at all those fucking literary analysis assignments in english class in high school, so how the fuck can I expect to be any good at writing if I can’t even analyze what I read??? 

people keep telling me to just keep practising and I’ll get better but I keep on practising and practising and I barely see any improvement because I’m stagnating; my mental illness is crippling me and preventing me from being able to invest enough time and effort into any one thing in order to actually get better at it

why do I even try to do anything when I will literally never be happy with my ability (or lack thereof) to do anything ever?

in school I don’t do any of the readings because I can’t focus on a textbook for more than five minutes without getting distracted. either I spend half an hour reading the same paragraph over and over or I read an entire page and remember absolutely nothing from it. reading out lout doesn’t work because, again, I go through the entire page and remember literally nothing from it. 

so I’m just sort of fumbling through my homework assignments based on what I picked up in lecture and what I remember from my undergrad classes which had similar concepts, and I have not looked at any of my marks from my physics course this semester because I’m terrified of seeing my grades

I haven’t looked up my most recent mark from my programming class either because I am likewise terrified of seeing my grades for that; I thought I was okay at programming but I was doing worse than the average last I checked

why the fuck am I even in grad school? 

so what happens with the rest of my life? I go to grad school, and either manage to get a PhD or not, but in any case, then, I just end up in the hellish job market and then eventually presumably get a job, and then I just go to work every day for the rest of my life until I retire. or die. 

and then what will my life even have meant?

I’m not gonna make any important scientific discovery. I’m not gonna found any big companies or make any significant contributions to society. so what’s the point of my existence, anyway? I’m a fucking useless piece of shit

okay so there are people who like me or whatever. but then they die too, and then what? nothing. half a decade after I die and people will have completely forgotten about my existence, and then it will be as if I never existed because I won’t make a fucking difference

or maybe I do someone a favour and then somehow thanks to me they make it big or something. so what? if they end up successful then more likely than not they would’ve ended up successful whether or not I was involved in any way. and in any case, then they’d be successful while I’d still be a useless piece of shit, a nothing

when I was a kid people told me I could get into an ivy league school or mit or something. they told me to dream big

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I almost didn’t get into grad school at all; I’d have no shot at any of the fancy places

people told me I’d be a famous scientist or something

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

my research right now is mostly ‘gee wiz’ shit that nobody outside the field really gives a fuck about and it’s certainly not gonna save lives or change science or anything like that

friends who, in high school, told me that I would probably win the nobel prize are now kicking my ass, academically speaking

so why do I even bother trying, I’ll never meet anyone’s expectations at this point; I’m no genius; I’m no prodigy; I have a small amount of proficiency in a whole bunch of areas but not enough skill in any of them to be notable in any way

I’ll never ever meet my own expectations at this point, I hate myself

FUCK