#Sorry I called you a weirdo stupid idiot little dumb dumb

[moldy-flowers]

I think the best thing about Naruto is that its world is stupidly expansive. Like there's just so much to fixate on its impossible to escape.

Bored of team 7? Hey what about team Asuma, Kurenai and Gai? Or perhaps Taka?

Bored of them? Go look at the legendary Sanin and all their antics.

Bored of the Sanin? Oh well maybe you want to fixate on those two guys from Naruto™️ (Izumo&Kotetsu) and the gang (Hayate... save me Hayate...)

Bored of the people? Maybe you want to fixate on the clans? The Uchiha and Hyuga for example.

Bored of Konoha? Well there are FOUR other nations to look at if you want!

Dont want to be confined to the actually weird and oppressive laws of the villages? Then maybe the Akatsuki is for you.

Oh is this timeline boring you? Maybe you want to go to the past and see the founders?

What oh are you still bored? Okay picky bitch then just pick one of the traumatized soldiers and look at their backstorys there's so many and their so indepth, Kakashi, Sasuke some other characters who aren't important,,, Sasuke. Or maybe you just want to see some crazy people like Orochimaru, Obito or Tobirama.

Bored again? Okay weirdo stupid idiot little dumb dumb if that wasn't enough maybe look at all the ships. There are so many. Oh my god. There's so many. Sakumo Hatake/Kaguya Otsusuki is a REAL ship and it's beautiful this fandom is like a hivemind of defects. The world of ships is so insanely expansive, Sakura and Shisui is a really popular ship which is so funny because Shisui is her wifes (Sasuke is the wife in that relationship FIGHT ME) dead cousin.

its also key to mention that because Naruto is so popular its crazy that you literally just can't run out of content.

[the-firebird69]

I saw this coming and I'm ready for it and I have documents and people asking me for it and I'm handing it to him I'm tired of him saying all such a s*** about people this guy is a freaking complete idiot and he needs to die for what he's been doing he needs to be executed formally and we need to have a trial for him and he's a loser and a loss and Trump is too building because something I do some building because it might get rid of BGA that's going on too in his head it works for me and a friend says it would work it's practically everybody would be doing no bothering except this one idiot and his group of clones and his kids didn't benefit from its presidency or whatever it is vice President. I don't think that he should be even allowed there but there's not enough work on it and there will be nobody wants them anywhere

President Biden

He killed half of me and took most of my life my husband and my family is a mess and he's sitting there holding my son hostage for no reason at all except that he's dumb and we mean PJ is dumb he is dumb as hell he's dumb as a cucumber that guy's an idiot. I don't want to ever see him as long as I live I need to put hits on him like crazy and he says he's still the director of the CIA so we're going to fire him for real I don't have any time for this he's so dumb you got encouraged and he's he's a total idiot with very little encouragement and this program is a piece of crap. I feel really sorry for my son and he says don't feel bad for me I'll sort of get it but really there's somebody out there that needs help and if you find a body a clean body or something hanging around and throw the other half and someone needs help me this is always some man out there and dad would appreciate it because you're a loyal person to your people and so he says that and it's tough but really you aren't loyal at all and you can't see me because of it you're such a loser and a sleaze bag just screw around them Non-Stop she really not that useful to anyone and I want you out I've got all sorts of documents I'm going to hand to the max on you and your CIA adventures if you want to call them that you're a piece of s*** and you put people on Max in there I'm sick of you you piece of garbage and a filthy rotten line sister lying sister and he wants to bring up and charges he needs me as a witness I think that's a good deal he doesn't really have a lawsuit for my stuff no you don't either cuz you're stupid. He should have you removed as his brother and her a sister and it was approved now he's going to have you removed as an uncle and wants to have nothing to do with you and they're going to name it in court and said they're going to name that you are a disabled person with down syndrome and you are a heinous murderer and use his name again and threatened him for things it's going to court soon I heard them saying have a report and you're going to be released from your jobs and you need to be you're attacking the USA you're an enemy combatant and start listening is that I'm going to this meeting tonight if you try and show up for the big game of people going to annihilate you

Camilla VP

You're welcome BJ and you deserve it you're a pig you talk down to me all the time and you're scrawny smelly weirdo and you don't have a real brain. You can put things in there and you can take them out I can make it to the computer assignment for real I can make you f*** it up and I told you that you didn't listen to me now you're going to end it will be too late

Zues

I'm going to get out of here too many people against me

Bja

I've actually heard enough there's a lot of people that want to get going on stuff and have something to do regardless driving around all day and go to the shopping mall same grocery store is starting to bother people so going to go ahead and do that and we're trying to have an arrange for tonight it's a few people can't make it and they keep players and our son said just tell her conference and really then it all these leaves a few can't and they're not molok and it wouldn't be a big problem so they say it will take the meeting and send them the tape if they can't make it or tell a conference and they can even pop in if they want and put in there two cents and their vote on to do it or not they don't have this big consortium with everybody except bja and his clones and possibly his kids and grandkids and then our side on that item too and they're actually pretty happy about it so we're going to go ahead and try and get that done

Thor Freya

They're going to go ahead and proceed like that and I'll explain that to them cuz it is true and say I would like you to pop in if you could for a few minutes and or vote and a bunch of stuff to talk about but basically the block takes too long and his locks take less time and they don't weigh as much and they're solid and they lock together and almost anyone can use them and put them together and it makes it like a brick shithouse it's like concrete panels and Dan wants to use panels that's already approved and his father is approved and others and BGA was going to use panels but he's lying about even doing it at all and everybody will know tonight it's a wonderful idea what a wonderful thing to do he says he's bored so he's thinking about all this stuff but really it's a dump it is reasons to do it but I'm going to have the meeting it's going to be formal and I guess we're going to have to cast votes on to proceed or not and and there'll be several points on the cleanup on dredging on ripping out and replacing condemned homes or those that are have black fungus and the owner wants to and on buildings and public buildings and there's a couple more road Bridges and highways and we could separate it into a stuff that needs attention right away but we could probably get Federal money and we'll have an option to postpone on those items and we'll probably be voting a lot of other stuff and discussing this kid is disgusting he's so damn dumb we can't take care of this problem tonight

Mac daddy

So I'm out huh and it's because everyone wants to do this house stuff I don't have any time for this but it's hilarious go build your houses I don't care leave my Nair and he says he's going to fill them with poison cuz you have to I sort of get something I don't want to hear about this stuff they can't go in the property and they can by imminent domain state of emergency and you can't do anything about it well that's not good and I'll try and see that's the whole point it's going to work on you

Bja speaking to CAA

You see this is how he is and it is worth money and stuff to us

Mac daddy so our friend comes up with an image and BJ yelling and running towards the property you can't put anything on there anything so we're going to nail them

[yoooespinosa]

please do a part 2 for the draco fic where he rejects her i cant be left like that also would love for them to end up together

a/n: I feel like its rushed, idk. I didn't even like how the first part came out, so I had no motivation for this one. Im sorry, I tried lmao.

here’s part 1

"Y/l/n!" A voice just a few ways down the corridor called, the person you've been trying to avoid.

You increased your pace, dodging the people around you and their swinging bags they carried. You knew he called you out in the middle of a crowded corridor because it would be harder for you to get away, which only multiplied your irritation.

"Y/l/n!" He called louder, sounding closer, only making you walk away faster.

"Y/n." He latched onto your wrist, once you escaped the crowd of students, you groaned in frustration.

"What, Malfoy?" Turning to him and yanking your arm free.

He looked taken aback that you actually acknowledged him, unlike the incidents before. He sputtered, you almost laughed in his face-- because, Draco Malfoy, sputtering? You've never seen that before.

"If you're just going to gawk at me like a weirdo," Already turning away. "then I think I'll take my leave."

"No!" He said a little too loudly. Lower this time "No, look, can we talk."

You pursed your lips, masking your face with the indifference that he normally carried himself with. "We don't have anything to talk about."

Once again, you turned away, managing to get four steps in this time.

“Look, can i just-“ He cuts himself off when your steps don’t falter. “Y/n, please.”

You immediately pause mid-step. He sounded, desperate. You let out a silent sigh, slowly turning to face him, his eyes were burning into yours once you met them.

You stare at him until he casts his eyes downcast. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrow, surely he doesn’t expect you to accept that pitiful apology. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” He snaps at you, meeting your gaze once again.

You raise you eyebrow at him, unamused.

“I’m sorry.” Once again, more sincere this time.

Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to forgive him, not right now at least. You didn’t care if it took a lot in him to pack up the courage and apologize, you refuse to let Draco Malfoy walk all over you again. He’ll have to earn your forgiveness.

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, his cheeks flush and once again looks away from you.

“I bet you are.” A mumbled response as you walk away from him, just like you walked away from him on the night of his rejection, yet this time you didn’t carry the burden of a broken heart.

Lotus flowers. He somehow got you a bouquet of lotus flowers, your favorite. You’re not sure how he even managed to do that, with such flowers, but he did.

You couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered when you looked up and met his grey eyes, shining with hopefulness, a few ways down the slytherin table in the great hall.

You hadn’t talked to him in a few days and he hadn’t seeked you out, a part of you was a little disappointed, but now that feeling disintegrated.

You actually haven’t talked to the three other slytherins sitting around him either. They apologized too and you reluctantly accepted, but still chose to surround yourself with other people, people who wouldn’t laugh at you behind your back.

“He’s really trying, isn’t he?” Tracey Davis chuckled softly from her place next you, gazing at the beautiful flowers you held in your hand.

“I guess.” You mumble, pursing your lips in thought.

“Well, are you going to forgive him or carry it out a little longer?” Milicent asks, with a smirk adorning her face, you already knew which choice she’d prefer.

You smirk back at her before swiftly casting an incendio to the beautiful flowers, you only regretted it a little, but it was all worth it once you saw the look on his face.

His mask crumbled. Good, i’ll incendio his flowers like he did my heart, you thought bitterly.

The next advance he made was when you were next to your favorite window, in the abandoned corridor. The sun was close to setting, making a beautiful orange tint cast across the corridor.

You heard footsteps, each once coming closer to you and you immediately knew it was him. You had felt him staring at you all day, each one getting harder to ignore. Especially the ones that were burning through your skull when you were around Harry.

But you never gave him the satisfaction of meeting his eye. You completely ignored him, as if he wasn’t there, as if you he was easily dismissible.

“Y/n.” He calls your name once he reached you, voice obviously trying to seem casual.

A noncommittal hum was your response, not bothering to look up from the book you had on your lap, still casually leaning against the wall, basking in the orange rays that hit you.

“Y/n.” His voice was softer this time, softer than you’ve ever heard before, making your head snap to his automatically.

In his arms were a bunch of your favorite sweets, you weren’t sure how he knew which you preferred. You raise your eyebrow in question.

“I know how you like to snack.” He mumbles, laying down the foods next to you, he rambles on. “I know you usually like to watch the sun go down by the black lake, but since it’s colder out i knew you’d be here. You were always the type that liked to snack a lot— i already said that, sorry...i brought your favorites.” He looked at you sheepishly.

You never seen him look so... shy. You were stumped, didn’t even know what to say. You just stared at the food next to you for a minute.

“Thanks,” You say slowly, still trying to process. “How did you know these were my favorites?”

He shrugged, half-heartedly. “I paid attention.”

You scoffed, that same bitter feeling washing over you for a second. “Honestly Malfoy, these attempts at getting at me are getting more pathetic each time.” You reused his words.

Regretting it immediately, when he flinched. Looking pained by it. You wanted to enjoy his pain, but nothing about it satisfied you, not anymore it seemed, not when he’s so clearly trying.

He gave you a washed-out smile, “I hope you enjoy them.” Then walked away, you listened till you could no longer hear his footsteps.

You were walking side by side with Harry, desperately trying to listen to the story he was telling you. His hands were whisking in the air, adding dramatics, and every so often he’d have to push his glasses up. You would usually find this amusing, but you were distracted.

Draco had been doing nice things for you all week. You were trying hard to hold this grudge you built, but with you each soft smile and saddened eyes he sent your way, your resolved crumbled.

The butterflies hesitantly coming out their cage.

And he did seem sorry, truly he did, you were so close to forgiving him. You don’t know what was holding you back anymore.

You met his eyes from across the corridor, his eyes softening once meeting yours, then hardening a second later when seeing who was next to you. Yet, he kept his path to you.

“May i talk to you?” He asked softly, not acknowledging Harry, who stopped his animated story.

You looked at the green eyed boy next to you, he took the hint and turned down the opposite corridor. “Yeah, sure.”

That familiar streak of hope flashes through his eyes as he led you down to the gardens to the bench that you loved to occupy.

“I wanted to say i’m sorry, again.” He said once you both were seated, your knees knocked against his when he turned his body towards you.

You nodded, signaling him to go on.

“It was wrong for me to treat you like that, to say those things.” He took a deep breath. “I was stupid, i took advantage of the best thing that ever happened to me. You were always so good to me, treating me with kindness that i didn’t deserve. Will never deserve.”

“Dra-“ He cut you off gently.

“No, just let me get this out first.” He placed his hand over yours timidly, when you didn’t pull away, he interlocked his fingers with yours. “You did things for me that no one else has ever done. I was flattered at first, when i first realized you liked me, i didn’t think you could ever like me. You’ve always been so beautiful, i never thought i would have a chance. But then i find out you liked me. I got the prettiest girl in Hogwarts to like me.” He shook his head, letting out a humorless laugh.

He continued on, “It got to my head obviously, i thought maybe if i shown my interest, you’d realize that i wasn’t as great as you thought me to be. It was so dumb of me, to act like i didn’t like you, i actually got myself to believe i didn’t.”

He moved closer to you, “I understand if you don’t forgive me, i don’t deserve it honestly. Fuck, i wouldn’t even forgive me. But, i would regret it if i didn’t at least try.”

He brought your interlocked hands closer to him, kissing the back of your hand, “So this is me, putting my heart out there, either for you to break or hold in your hands. Please forgive me and give me another chance, that i don’t deserve?”

You didn’t even know your eyes were tearing up until one slid down your cheek, before you could wipe it away, his thumb came up and did it for you.

You didn’t answer, you just placed your lips on his. Caressing his lips with your own, feverishly. Pouring out every emotion into him. He kissed you back with just the same passion. Bringing his hands to your face, caressing his thumbs on your flushing cheeks, tilting your head back as he controlled your lips. Bringing the kiss to a softer pace. Your hands played with the hair on his nape, until he pulled back.

“So, was that a yes?” He breathed a laugh, you could still see the vulnerability in his eyes.

“Yes, of course, you idiot.”

“Yeah?” He was smiling ear to ear.

“Yeah,” You kissed him breathless once more, then pulling back. “but first you have to get me another one of those bouquets.”

“Anything.” He states softly, placing his lips back on yours, as if he’s done it for years.

[princehairsupremacy]

hey babe!!! i was wondering if you could do something like maybe harry is messing around with a “friend”. but it’s like angsty in the beginning because they don’t know what they are anymore. then ends with really good makeup sex. i love you and your writing!! i appreciate all you do!! thank you <3

prompts: 13, 23, 34, 43, 59, 128

13. “I don’t think friends do this.”

23. “I just need some time to think.”

34. “I would never do that to you.”

43. “I think I love you.”

59. “You’re mine.”

128. “Don’t tempt me.”

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Warnings: mentions of cheating, vaginal sex, face slapping, choking, spanking, masturbation

You remember the day it happened, when you started the twisted dumb little stupid agreement that messed it all up for you two, you remembered it vividly as you sat on the couch with a very confused Harry. Funny how it can all just start with a simple kiss.

3 Months Ago

You were heading to Harry’s house, he’d called you and seemed upset so of course you’d rushed over as soon as you could.

You parked your car and quickly walked to his front door, almost crying yourself when he’d opened it after you knocked with red eyes and a little sniffle. “Thanks for coming over.”

“What happened?” You walked in the door and he closed it, taking your jacket off and then hugging him straight away.

“She cheated on me.” You pulled back and raised your eyebrows. “I know I know, you knew and tried to warn me and I didn’t listen-“

“None of that, I’m sorry. When’d you find out?”

“She told me today, said she felt guilty and had to tell me, I knew I had to break up with her but it was really fucking hard. I thought it was a good relationship, a healthy one. Thought she loved me, turns out I was wrong. She left like an hour before you got here, at least she didn’t do it over the phone. Did I do something wrong?” You pulled him back in for hug, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Harry, you treat everyone you come across like they’re fucking royalty, of course you did nothing wrong. If she cheated, that’s her fault, not yours. She’s just an asshole.”

“Thank you.” He pulled back and smiled at me, holding my face in his hands. “You always help me so much.” He leaned in and kissed you.

You stepped back and touched your lips in disbelief. “What the fuck was that?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I done that. Before she told me she was cheating on me, she ignored for like a month and it’s been making my mind go hazy and now that we’ve broke up, it’s even more hazy and I just-“

“Harry, I get it. It’s fine.”

“Did you like it?” You looked up at him and tilted your head. “I didn’t mind it.”

“Um, I guess it wasn’t bad.”

“D’you wanna do it again?” He gave you a nervous look and you bit your lip, it felt wrong that you wanted to do it again but what really was the harm in doing it again.

“I don’t think friends do this.”

“Not what I asked, asked if you want to do it again.”

“Yeah.”

Present

Dumb stupid idiot, why did I say yes? We messed it all up. “What are we?” You looked back at him, the words taking out of your little trip back to the past.

“I don’t know, okay?! I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing!” He grabbed onto his hair and paced about the room.

“We need to figure this out, we can’t just keep pretending that we’re just fucking and being friends, it’s more than that and you know it!” You stood up and grabbed your bag. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“I need some time to think.” He grabbed the bag from you.

“Don’t leave, we need to talk about this. You don’t just get to leave and ignore me.”

“Ignore you? You think I would ignore you like she did? I would never do that to you and it’s really insulting to know that you think I would ever do that to you, I really thought you knew better. Asshole.” You took the bag back and he took your hand.

“I’m sorry, love. I don’t know where that came from I’m just panicking because...I think I love you.” You froze and he squeezed your hand.

“Right. I just need some time to think, okay?”

“I think I love you. D’you love me?” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand and you let out a shaky breath. Do you love him?

“Please, give me time to think. I won’t ignore you for a month okay? Just give me at least two weeks.” He dropped your hand and you saw tears in his eyes so you quickly turned about, quickly grabbing your stuff and getting out as quick as you could.

2 Weeks Later

He’s been calling. Constantly. He left voice mails but I haven’t had the courage to listen to them until now, You couldn’t pretend he didn’t exist any longer, the longer you waited, the harder it was going to be to answer.

You decided to listen to his voicemails, they started 3 days after you left and stopped talking to him, you should start there.

“Hey, I know it’s only been 3 days and you said to give you at least 2 weeks but I just wanted to know that you’re okay and safe, I still care about you. Even if you don’t want to call me, just send me a text telling me you’re okay, I won’t even try to start a conversation unless you want to.”

The next one is two days after.

“Hey, you didn’t text me or anything. Could you please just let me know you’re safe and okay, if you don’t say anything. I’m gonna call Claire to see if she knows how you are. I miss you.”

Fuck, you should’ve listened to these earlier. This one’s a day after he sent that one.

“You didn’t answer so I called Claire, she said you’re okay and that you’ve been texting her. Maybe you just aren’t listening to my voicemails. I hope I can see you soon, I really do miss you.”

Shit, theres still 3 voicemails left. You clicked on the next one and frowned at the slight tremble in his voiceZ

“Hey, I don’t think you’re listening to these voicemails but in case you are, I’ll keep sending them. She called me today, said she’s sorry for getting with someone else and it was so hard to not go back to her. I wish you were here to help me out with this, I need you so bad right now. I’m not going back to her but I do sort of miss her, but I just want you right now. Miss you lots.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. The next one was like 4 days ago.

“It’s almost been two weeks. Hope you call me back soon, or text me, whatever you prefer. I really fucking miss you, didn’t realise how much I rely on you until I didn’t have you anymore. This fucking sucks, why do people keep leaving me? What’ve I been doing wrong? I’ve been doing the best I could but people keep fucking leaving anyway! I want you to come back to me, I need you to.”

You sniffled and wiped your eye, clicking on the last voicemail.

“So tomorrow is two weeks, I really hope you text me or something, I’ve never wanted someone back in my life so bad. I miss you, miss seeing your face. Everytime we had sex and you left, it hurt everytime. It hurt even more when I was the one that had to leave. I know we had good sex but I wish we did it in a relationship, I don’t want to be your friend, I want to be your boyfriend. I want to take you on dates and hold your hand and kiss you but I couldn’t, I didn’t know if you wanted that. Please call me.”

You clicked on the message button with tears in your eyes.

Come over.

Harry

Okay.

It only took him like 20 minutes to get there, now you were sitting on your couch, at opposite ends. You stared at your hands while we stared at you. “Why’d you ask me to come over?”

“I’m sorry.” You looked at him with teary eyes and he gave you a sad smile, grabbing your hand. “Sorry I left you to deal with this by yourself for 2 weeks.”

“It’s alright, I understand why you did it. I just wished you’d have let me known that you were okay, did you listen to my voicemails?”

“I only listened to them today. Harry, I want to be in a relationship.”

“Yeah?” You nodded and he shuffled closer, bringing you into a hug. “You don’t understand how happy that makes me.” He leaned back and pulled you in for a quick kiss. “I missed you so much.”

“I’m sorry again-“ He covered your mouth and smiled.

“Stop apologising, I get it, there’s no need for more apologies.” He took his hand away from your mouth and you kissed him again, bringing your hands up to his face.

“I love you.” You mumbled against his lips and he pulled back, looking between your eyes.

“I love you too.”

“Let’s make up for lost time, yeah?”

“Oh don’t tempt me.” He said jokingly. “Okay, but not on the couch, come to the bed.” He stood up and offered his hand, helping you up and walking you to the bedroom. You stood in front of the bed and he pushed you down onto it, gripping your shirt and pulling it off quickly.

He leaned down and kissed down your stomach, resting his hands on your hips. He dragged your leggings off and looked up at you. “What do you want?”

“Anything.” His fingers pressed against your through your underwear, rubbing in slight circles.

“Can feel how wet for are. Who are you wet for, baby? Hm?”

“You.” He looked up at you and swallowed, licking his lips. “Just you.”

“That can be arranged, when are you free?”

“Well, I think I’m free right now.”

“What a coincidence, so am I. Let’s get to it then?” Get to it? Oh my god. “I’m sorry, I regret saying let’s get to it.”

“Yeah, you should regret it, weirdo. C’mere.” He lifted himself up above you and looked down at you. “Let’s get straight to it.”

“Oh wow, it does sound really cringey, I’m so sorry. Did y’mean that though?”

“Yeah, meant it.”

“You’re eager today. And I’m okay with that.” He sat up on his knees and lifted his shirt off quickly, getting his head stuck at first but he did eventually get it over his big head. “Pretend that didn’t just happen.”

“No thanks, that’ll be burned in my brain now.”

“Well just...delete it.” He got off the bed and pushed his trousers down his legs, almost falling as he tried to step out of them without using his hands. “Fucking delete that from your brain too.”

“Nope, they’re both memories that are going to stay forever and you can deal with it.” He groaned and looked around the room.

"Have you got condoms in here still?" You pointed to a drawer and he walked over to it, taking one of the condoms then shutting the drawer and walking over to you.

"Thank fuck or else we might've had to stop, that would have been bad." He pushed his boxers down his legs and ripped open the condom and you looked at him and giggled. "What?"

"I don't know, you're just standing there absolutely naked opening a condom, how often do I see that?" He huffed and turned around, sitting on the bed. Pretty sure he’s doing that so I won’t laugh while he puts on the condom.

“Thanks a lot for laughing at me but it’s on now so you can’t laugh at anything.” He turned his head around to look at me. “Actually, close your eyes. I don’t want to take a risk and have you laugh at me coming to you with the condom on.”

“Dude?”

“Just do it. And please don’t call me dude right now, I’m literally about to fuck you.“ Oh my god, you covered your eyes with your hands even though it was pretty unnecessary.

“Fuck me? Thought we were in love? Aren’t we going to make love?” You could practically see and hear his eye roll, you grinned because you know he always thought saying ‘making love’ didn’t even sound romantic from all the times he complained to you about when his ex would say it. Do not think about his ex right now. “Can I look?”

“Maybe it’d be better if you were on your stomach, you’ve made me insecure now.” You uncovered your eyes to apologise to him but saw that he was grinning in front of you. “I’m sorry, did I not make it obvious that I was joking?”

“Do you want sex?” He pursed his lips and nodded his head slowly. “Being funny isn’t helping you then, just a tip.”

He cleared his throat and it was quite easy to tell he had a joke to say by the way he was smiling so much and his dimples were showing. “I’m alright, already have a tip.” You scoffed and he shrugged his shoulders. “It’s the truth.”

“You better hurry up before I leave.”

“You wouldn’t leave me.”

“Do you want to bet on that, Harry?” He shook his head and spread your thighs apart, licking his lips at the sight before him. “Straight to it.”

“Aw, come on. So mean. Whatever you want, I guess.” He lifted his head up, getting on his knees and moving your legs around his hips. You looked him in the eyes as he pushed in, his pupils were so dilated that his eyes almost looked black. It was only two weeks but he fucking missed this feeling, you were fighting but he couldn’t help thinking about this...touching himself at the thought of your body. “Fuck, the feel of you will never get old, I’ll never get tired of you. I love you so fucking much.”

“I-I love you too.” His fingers gripped your thighs, there were definitely going to be bruises and marks on your skin because of how much his fingers were digging into your skin. “Hurt me, Harry.”

“Hurt you? You want to be hurt like you’re being punished? Punish you for ignoring me for two weeks?” He raised his hand and slapped your face, not very hard but enough. “You want to be used?”

“Please.” He rubbed slightly where he just slapped you, it wasn’t enough to hurt you, he knew how to hold himself back enough to not harm you to a point where you didn’t like it, he would never want to do that. “Do what you want with me.”

“Was already fucking planning on it.” He gripped your thighs again, his hips pressing against the back of your thighs everytime he roughly thrusted forward into you. He wasn’t sure if it was the connection you guys had or the way you were just so fucking amazing everytime he fucked you but this was the best sex he’d had in his life and he never wanted to give it up. It was probably both the connection and how amazing you were actually.

“Harry!” His right hand moved to your waist, his fingers instead pressing deeply into the skin there. He wanted you to bruise so you remember this because he wasn’t going to forget it and he didn’t want you to either. “Uh, fuck...!”

“That feel good?- shit...” His pressed his hips right against the back of your thighs, pausing and moving his hands beside your head and trying to balance himself so he didn’t fall onto you.

“You feel so deep, it’s good.” You reached up to hold his hair back from his face and opened his eyes to look down at you. He leaned down and rested the side of his head on your shoulder, softly dropping down onto you. His hips moved slowly again and you felt his lips press gently against your shoulder. “You tired? I can ride you if you’re too tired.”

“No, just give me a minute. I’m not that tired yet, I can keep going.” He picked his head up from your shoulder and kneeled again but he couldn’t find the energy to go back into the previous position so he sat back on his heels and was breathing very heavily.

“Don’t push yourself, you’re tired.” You lifted yourself up so you were sitting on his lap and he laid his head on your chest. His arms wrapped around you and he slowly turned around, bringing his feet out from under him and slowly shuffling back until he was leaned against the headboard.

“Sorry, I can usually go longer but I haven’t been getting much sleep. I’ve been thinking of you too much to sleep. Missed you so much.” You brought your hands up to his hair and scratched his head soothingly. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising. I should be the one apologising for keeping you up at night. For what it’s worth, I missed you so much too.” You grinded your hips forward, closing your eyes as you felt your clit rub against his skin. “This always feel good.”

“Y’like riding me? I like watching your tits bounce as you use me to cum, ‘s hot.” How does he have no filter at all? It’s not like you didn’t feel a bit of a...tingle?...when he said that though. “Can you do that f’me, please?”

“Yeah, of course.” You grabbed onto his shoulders and he leaned his head back, swallowing as he watched you start to bounce slightly in his lap. His gaze drifted from your hips to your chest, his head leaned forward to suck your nipple because he just couldn’t control himself when it was right in front of his face. “Oh-“

His hands drifted up to your hips, slowly dragging his fingers up the sides of your body until he got to about the middle of your waist and he pulled his head back so that be could use his hands to play with your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. “I love your body, so beautiful and just out of this world.”

“I love everything about you. Your body, your face, your personality, your tongue, your fingers, and...other parts.” He let out a slight chuckle then grinned and shook his head.

“Other parts? Wonder what parts, guess we’ll never know.” His hands dropped down to just hold your hips and help you lift yourself up and drop back down. His fingers on his right hand skimmed against your thigh as his head fell back against the headboard of your bed again. “Are- fuck. Are you going to cum yet?”

“I don’t know, can you touch me?” He sucked on his thumb a little then pressed it against your clit, moving in a slow and steady motion. “That’s much better, yeah.”

His eyes watched his thumb move and you closed your eyes, starting to just grind your hips again as you were getting a little sore. “I’m gonna need you to fucking cum, darling.”

“I am trying my best here.” His left hand reached around to spank you and you gasped in surprise, you don’t remember him ever doing that before but it was actually pretty good.

“Didn’t ask for attitude from you. Don’t fucking speak to me like that.” Hearing the dominance in his voice was fucking mind blowing, was he holding all this back until now. He shouldn’t have held it back, definitely shouldn’t have. “Ever heard that if you don’t have anything nice to say then keep it to your fucking self?”

“I’m sorry...” He rolled his eyes and grabbed your ass, making you grind your hips faster.

“You’re sorry? You’re only sorry because I called you out on it. Just be quiet and cum already.” You squeezed his shoulders and moved your hips faster. His thumb pressing just enough against your clit that everytime you moved your hips forward it brought you closer and closer to coming.

“I’m gonna cum now.” He looked up at your face and moved his hand from your ass to your throat, squeezing tightly but just enough that you could still breathe.

“Finally, do it then.” Your hips spasmed uncontrollably and you came around his cock, falling against his chest when it was over. “Fucking sit up, never said we were done.”

“What...?” He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back until you were sitting up straight, his hand moved up from your throat to grip your chin.

“We’re not done. Get off me and lay down.” You lifted yourself up and sat beside him, doing your best to catch your breath as quickly as you could. “Did you listen? Lay down. You’re mine and you’re gonna listen to me.” You fell back and lifted your arm over your eyes, closing them so you could try to calm down. “Are you alright? Can you keep going.” His tone was a lot softer than it previously was.

“Yeah. Just, not too much please.” You felt his hands land on your thighs and he pushed them apart.

“Okay, I’ll be nicer. You just relax and enjoy yourself.” You felt his nose nudge against your sensitive clit as his tongue licked up around your hole and you cried out. “Are you alright?”

“Just sensitive. I should be fine though.” His tongue dragged up to your clit and he gently flicked his tongue against it. “Don’t go any harder than that, it’ll just hurt.”

Harrys hands reached up to hold on to the back of your thighs and he lifted them up onto his shoulders, his hands sliding around to rest at the front of your thighs. He sucked your clit between his lips, not too hard so he didn’t hurt you since you were pretty sensitive.

Your hands returned to his hair and you just held on as your vision got a little blurry, you weren’t going to last long before coming again because of your sensitivity. “Harry I-“

“Mhm...” He hummed against you and the vibrations added onto your pleasure that his mouth and tongue were already giving you. Your back arched and your thighs pressed against your head as you came on his tongue, feeling like you could pass out as soon as he lifted his head up and dropped your legs off of his shoulders.

“You- Harry, need to cum now.”

“No-“

“Yes, cum on me if you want, just don’t want to be selfish and only think about myself.” He sighed and moved himself until he was kneeling beside you on your left side.

“Can I cum on your tits? Just always wanted to try that.” You gave him a little nod and he smiled. “Can you just not watch me do it? Like, close your eyes.” You groaned and closed your eyes, hoping he wouldn’t take too long because if you had your eyes closed too long you knew you’d fall asleep.

He lifted his leg over your body and had a knee on either side of you, kneeling over your stomach. “Okay- I’m gonna do this now.” He grabbed his cock and shuffled forward a little so his cum would hit your chest. It wasn’t going to take him long, he’d had so much build up to this moment that he knew he wasn’t going to be waiting long.

His hand moved up and down his cock, your cum still covering his cock from your first orgasm. Fuck, he found it so hot that he was using your cum to be able to touch himself so that he could cum on your tits.

He reached his other hand down and cupped his balls, biting his lip as his pleasure only grew intenser as he did it. He closed his eyes and threw his hand back as he moved his hands faster, imagine it was your warm and wet mouth as he alwayds did literally everytime since you started hooking up with him, you only grew better and better everytime you sucked him off and he could never complain every time you did it.

He squeezed his balls gently and felt himself on the brink of coming, he swiped his thumb over his sensitive tip and moved his hand as fast as he could. He was using the image of your chest covered in his cum as motivation to hurry up and see it as soon as possible.

His thighs quivered a little as he opened his eyes and watched his cum coat your chest. He kept moving his hand to make sure he got as much cum as he could on your tits and moved off of you when he was sure he was finished. “Y’can open your eyes.”

“Was it as good as you imagined.” His eyes flicked over to your chest and he pursed his lips, dipping two of his fingers into his cum and bringing it to your mouth. You gladly accepted his fingers in your mouth and looked at him as you sucked on them.

“Was way fucking better than I imagined. Sorry I made you close your eyes.” He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and spread his cum around your chest. “I’m definitely going to think about this for the rest of my life.”

“Right stop playing with it and clean it up, it’s quite fucking sticky and weird.” He grinned and stood up, heading into the bathroom to grab a towel. He rushed back and wiped it off your chest, biting his lip as he did it.

“Wasn’t playing with it, obviously. Just wanted to make sure there were no areas clear of it.” You rolled your eyes and he stopped cleaning your chest, putting the towel in your laundry basket.

“You were playing with it.”

“Was not!”

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[anonbeadraws]

So I caved and with @spacespectres help made an avatarsona! With a big chunky statement to go with it!    (Trigger warnings for homophobia/transphobia, conversion therapy, death and parental abuse. Everyone gets just desserts though.)

‘I’m, actually not sure why I’m here. You can’t help me, my son is gone and the police arn't saying it but - I’m sorry, my ears are- It’s like- You know those alarms, the ones that are made to disperse kids at shopping centres, keep them from causing trouble- not that i think they work. you see more of them these days, scruffy and dirty, what their parents doing, i don’t-  Anyway, it’s like that noise, that high buzz. it’s meant to be that, as you get older, your brain tunes it out, adults aren’t meant to hear it anymore, just keep on shopping without hoodlums hanging about outside smoking and throwing shit at the elderly.   I don’t miss that, Ben’s smoking, i’ll say that. That’s awful to say, i bet you’re thinking, god how terrible, her child’s missing and she’s moaning about a few nicotine stains on the ceiling.

I know theres plenty that would call me a terrible mother anyway, i know the neighbours didn’t agree with my decision, the decision of a single mother, who struggled enough just to keep her child fed and watered and out of trouble, to then struggle to keep him from wearing my lipstick when i was out of the house-!   I have no problem with the gays. I want to say that, have that clear. I just know, what he was doing, that wasn’t my Ben, that wasn’t my son and, the Helping House was what he needed.   I’m his mum, i know what he needed, don’t care what his dad says. he wasn’t here, he wasn’t here to raise Ben, so he doesn’t-

The pamphlet was so nice, so professional and i checked it out online, all 5 stars, apart from the odd protester sticking his oar in, and it was- reassuring to know he’d be looked after, helped! Get what he needed. And he was fine when i left him there, with his old school backpack with all his bits in, the Helping staff there to welcome him. Reminded me a little of when he started primary school, he looked so small, all big eyes…  They promised it’d be a couple of weeks, maybe a month, and then he could come home, all better.

  I got to visit every weekend, which was nice! Sometimes brought him biscuits, can't beat home made, chatted a little. He still had that, that look from when i left, like he was little again, when i could tell he didn’t really want to leave me at the gates, he didn’t want to go in all alone, couldn’t we just go home instead mum?  But i was strong. For him. I resisted.

I think, it was when that look started to go, that little boy look, replaced with something, i don’t really want to think about even now, that i really noticed the other patients. One in particular. He looked different from the others. Props to the Helping House, they keep, kept the kids tidy. it was actually lovely, real treat to see Ben all combed and neat, not smelling like his trash dump of a room. And not a whiff of smoke! i’d honestly not have been surprised if he’d snuck in some ciggies in but if he had, they must have confiscated em quick.    No fags in the Helping House! I mean-! oh you know, what i mean!

But this one,.. they all dressed in clothes from home, apparently they worked out its better for the process, this one was a mess. Half shaved hair, no knees in the jeans and honestly, sunglasses indoors? who did He think he was!? Mick Jagger?  He just slouched in the corner of the visiting room, looking out into the gardens, like he belonged there in that clean good place.  They were nice gardens, well looked after, like the kids. I remember it was coming up summer, lots of lovely flowers. lots of happy bees.

Anyway, i did Not like how Ben looked over at, him, while we had our cups of tea. it was this, gooey soft look i’d never seen on him. later i remembered it. it was how his dad looked when we started courting. That cloying honey sweet love that turned sickly and choking far too quick. God, that look, on my boys face? You bet I had words with the staff before i went. I did not bring my boy here to get help and it be ruined by some hooligan with warped intentions. I made sure they understood. They didn't seem to know what i meant by the Sunglasses kid but it’s a big facility, probably get a lot of patients. Their success rate was incredible really, always seemed to be spaces open. Whatever they did, didn’t do a lot though. Cause i kept seeing him, every time i visited. And he drew a crowd.       At first it was the ones who didn’t have family to come, poor dears. They’d be sat, close as they could to him. They had rules about touching in the Helping House, and rightly so, helps with, the temptation, but they’d sit there, close as they could to him, just listening, sun on their faces from the big glass window.  Now that i’m thinking about it, I don’t think i remember ‘em blinking?    Anyway, Could never hear what was said, what venom that creeper was pouring into their ears, whenever i tried to hear him over the other visitors, it just came over as a low buzz. Well, whatever it was, those kids were hooked.  I didn't like it. And the next weekend, there more of ‘em! You’d have kids that’d be crying one week that their family hadn't come, who didn't give two shits the next, pardon my french. They’d be sat in the corner, happy sappy faces, listening to whatever nonsense that kid was murmuring to his little flock. They didn’t touch, not then, but it was a close thing, i remember being so shocked that nothing was being done about it. It was obviously a problem. that weirdo was the problem.

But my boy didn’t stray. He might’ve looked over at that hive of idiots who worked against what these good people were trying to do for them, with that… look. But he stayed and drank his tea with me like he should. He looked tired, but i knew that’s cause he was working hard, getting better.  i got the reports.

But the last couple of visits, i come in and it’s just my boy in the visitors room.   The rest were outside in the garden, in the flowers. All those kids, twenty or so of em, tangled in each other, touching and so close. I don’t think they were, Doing things but, it was against regulation for sure,  and I stood up, to go do something, anything, even just yell at them to stop it, ask what they thought they were doing!? That’s when the Buzzing started. For a second i thought it was just a bee come in from the garden, poor little bumble trapped indoors but it was in my ears, in my head. It was nothing i’d ever felt before and I’ve had Tinitus and that’s a nasty bugger but it was more than that.

Been to the doctors since. Apparently they can’t work it out, whats causing it. All they can say was it wasn’t Tinitus.

I think it was, Sunglasses looking at me. I remember when i got up, to tell ‘em off, i remember light in the corner of my eye, like a reflection off glass. I think he turned, he knew i was going to stop em and he-

Last sunday was the last time, the last visit. Had a big tin of biscuits, gingerbread, Ben’s favourite, had some nice news about his cousin getting into uni, first in the family! Always had hopes Ben would be the second, but-  Ben wasn’t waiting for me. He was outside. With Them.

Him.

There he was, holding the hand of that freak and the staff were just stood round like numpty’s doing nothing! Dumb faces and vacant as their patients were outside rolling about in the sun like it was the 60’s! And smoking! I thought, they must’ve found a stash cause i could see the smoke, swirling dark against the sky, dark against their smiling, stupid faces.

I was furious. i was, so angry.

I think thats why i did it. I was so angry that i couldn’t think of anything else to do but grab that sunglasses wearing freak who was corrupting my boy, who was holding his hand and steering him wrong and undoing all my work and love, and shake my anger out of him. I was yelling all that, yelling at him. I remember he was light, not as heavy as he should be, not for a kid his age and that he didn’t flinch. And he spoke to me, in that low drone that I thought had been just distance and space distorting his voice, but was just him, god it was just him.

I cant remember exactly what he said, something about love, real love, some hippy nonsense. No, i remember one thing. The little shit asked if i thought i was ‘my child’s real Family.” ‘Of course, i said, ‘i’m his mother’ Then he smiled, like i was wrong and i hated him. And I could see myself, in that dark reflection, in those stupid shades and i couldn’t stand it.   I wish i hadn’t, done what i did. i just didn’t want to see myself in that black mirror anymore, all twisted and hateful.   Turns out it was far nicer than what was behind them.

I let go, dropped it, that thing in ripped jeans and stripes and it fell into the flowers. There were so many happy bees. Thats when i heard the other kids. They had it’s voice, shared it’s voice, that drone. That buzz. i didn’t dare look at them. My ears, started up again, like before but, that sound, their sound, it made it louder and i honestly thought my head might explode and I turn to Ben, my boy, who had dropped to his knees in front of that thing, holding it’s hand and for a second, I thought he was smoking again, dark wisps coming from his downturned face and, I just, my fear turned to anger, for just a second, that he would do that here and now.

But I begged him to come away, to leave it alone, to get better, to just be my little boy again, to come home with mummy. Then he looked up, my Ben, and his face-   it wasn’t smoke, it had never been smoke. it was the same as whatever had been bumbling around in the creature that still lay in the flowers but Ben smiled all the same. I, feel crazy, crazy saying it but- as the bees poured out of my little boy’s smiling mouth in that choking swarm, their buzzing droning out his words, my boys last-

My name is Sarah

i’d never seen him happier.

Apparently I fainted. Never fainted in my life, i’ll tell you, too tough for that sort of thing, but i must’ve. Police think it’s what saved me. I like to think otherwise.   Officially, what happened was that the patients turned on the staff, killed em and left. Simple, explainable. Some sicko’s like to use what happened as an argument against conversion therapy, old hippy dykes that don’t have enough to picket over, idiots.  They didn’t see the bodies, they didn’t see what those ‘helpless victims’ did- They dragged them outside after they killed em, into the sun, into the flowers. I remember waking up once, amongst all the dead. Happy bees, dipping their beaks into the blood of the doctors. Plenty of sugar in blood, I read.

Ben was all i had left, my only family. I don’t have no one left. You don’t get many visitor when the papers insist you made your kid a killer. Don’t even get phone calls from Dave anymore, but i call that blessing. He was barely Ben’s dad anyway. I’ve gotten used to the quiet. i go to work, i come home, watch a bit of telly. the buzz from the old tv only scares me a little. I know i did my best for him. i believe that, after everything. I wouldn’t be here though, if, there wasn’t, something else.

 I had a visitor the yesterday. Wasn’t expecting it, thought it was a missionary, Jehovah’s or something. Was ready to tell them to piss off, i tell you. It was a girl. Said she was my daughter. she looked like my Ben, same smile, same funny little knees he used to scrape up, ones i used to kiss better. It wasn’t Ben. My Ben had eyes. My daughters words buzzed, like there was something in her throat. Perhaps the same things that crawled where her eyes would be, round and yellow and bumbling, i thought, and my head starting hurting again. She only stayed at the door, didn’t come in. She said she just wanted to say hello.

She said she’ll visit again.

That she’ll bring her family.

i don’t think she means me anymore.’ The magnus archives belongs to Rusty Quill, the above belongs to me!

[kimoralov3]

Best Friend's Brother

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 2055

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!black!reader

Warnings: Swearing like a lot of it

(Y/N)'s POV

"AJ, Cass, help me bring these sheets and stuff to the extra bedroom upstairs." Sarah said as she poked her head in the kitchen.

"Why are you setting up the extra bedroom room?" I asked as I munch on a slice of cornbread.

"Sam is coming back home and he's bringing a friend." Sarah explained as pointed the boys in the direction of the linen closet.

"Wait, Sam's coming back?" I asked as I looked up at her.

"Yeah. (Y/N), I told you this like a week ago. Do you not remember?" Sarah asked, a hint of a smirk playing at her lips as she walked over to me.

"Oh, right! Sorry, I must've forgotten. What time is he getting here?" I asked as I sat up straight.

"Sometime later today. He said that he was gonna stop by the docks to check on the boats before he got here though. You should meet him there."

"Why exactly should I do that?"

Sarah gave me a look that said 'I ain't stupid' before answering me. "Don't play dumb, (Y/N). I remember how much you used to talk about how you liked him, and how you wished you could just gain the courage to ask him out. And judging by how you reacted just now, I'm guessing that those feelings haven't disappeared just yet."

"I hate how smart you can be sometimes." I huffed out as I rested my head on the counter. Sarah chuckled before patting me on the back.

"You should tell him. You can't keep stuff like this bottled up forever."

"But what if he rejects me? I couldn't bear the embarrassment." I mumbled as I turned to rest my cheek flat against the counter.

"Well then you accept it and move on. But I highly doubt that you'll get rejected." Sarah said as she went to go help the boys.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked as I leaned my head up.

"You'll find out eventually!" Sarah yelled from upstairs. I groaned, rubbing my face before going home.

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Sam's POV

"So you have a sister?" Bucky asked as he looked at me.

"Yeah, why?" I asked as I looked at him suspiciously. Bucky just gave me a smirk and shrugged. "Oh no, I know that look. Keep that cyborg arm of yours away from my sister."

"I make no promises, Sam. Anybody else that I should know before we get there?"

"Well, yeah there's Sarah's best friend, (Y/N). Haven't seen her in a while, though." I rambled as I pulled up to the docks.

"So you have a crush on your sister's best friend? Pretty sure there's some type of rule against that." Bucky said as we got out the car.

"Woah now, who said anything about me having a crush on (Y/N)?" I asked as I got my tool box from the trunk.

"The way you talk about her suggests that you do. You saying that you don't?" Bucky asked as he followed me onto the boat. I shook my head, making my way towards the engine.

"You're seeing shit man. That's my little sister's best friend, why would I wanna be with her?"

"She could probably walk in here right now and you'd start grinning like the Cheshire Cat." Bucky said as he handed me a screwdriver.

"Are you gonna help me fix the boat or are you just gonna stand there and talk about what you think is going on in my love life?"

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(Y/N)'s POV

Today's the day I guess. I thought as I hopped into my car. I texted Sarah that I was on my way and started the engine. During my drive, I let my thoughts run. Does he still look the same? Does he even remember me? Probably not. Whenever I saw him coming I'd run the other way. He probably thinks I'm a weirdo, and doesn't see me beyond his sister's best friend.

I shouldn't even be worrying about this. I sighed, stopping the car in front of the Wilson's house. I took a moment to compose myself before grabbing my phone and getting out of the car. I grabbed the pot of greens out the passenger seat and walked up the porch, knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal Sam standing there in a black turtleneck. Well fuck me.

"Hey (Y/N), it's good to see you!" Sam said as he pulled me into a hug. He smelled like a fresh baked batch of snickerdoodles, with extra sugar and cinnamon. I could get used to this. I gave him a smile once he pulled away.

"It's good to see you too, Sam! Man, you've gotten taller." I joked as I looked up at him.

"That, and you've always been on the shorter side. Here, let me take that for you." He said as he reached for the pot of greens. I said a small thank you and followed him into the house. "Sarah, (Y/N) is here!" He yelled up the stairs.

Sarah came into the kitchen, followed by a tall buff guy in a navy blue long sleeved shirt. "What's with everyone wearing long sleeves today? Y'all are aware that we're in Louisiana during the middle of the summer, right?" I said as I pointed between the two of them.

"Just got back from the mountains, still a little cold. The name's Bucky, by the way. It's nice to meet you." He introduced himself as he held his hand out for me to shake. I did and smiled at him.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm (Y/N). So, how long are you staying?"

"Just a few days, I gotta get back to New York." He explained as he leaned against the counter.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay. I gotta take the boys to the library to work on a school project, but I'll see y'all later." I waved goodbye, taking one more glance at Sam - maybe for a bit too long - before helping the boys into my car.

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Sam's POV

I watched as (Y/N) left with the boys. Damn it, I should've said something. "So that's (Y/N)? I see why you like her, Sam." Bucky said once the door was shut and locked.

"Damn Sam, even Bucky can tell you're head over heels for her. You been gushing about her to everyone you come across?" Sarah said as she chopped up some vegetables.

"So y'all both ganging up on me now? That's cold."

"Nah, what's cold is you holding onto your feelings for almost 20 years now. Even after I told you at prom that she had feelings for you." Sarah said as she waved the knife around.

"First of all, stop swinging that knife around before you poke somebody eye out. Second of all, how was I supposed to know that you were telling the truth? Especially when she gets with some guy the next week?"

"So you believed that she really liked Michael after how much she used to trash talk him?"

"I don't know Sam, you seem to be the idiot in this situation. Although I'm sure that's a role you're used to fulfilling." Bucky said as he stole a carrot.

"First of all fuck you," I said as I pointed at Bucky. "And second of all, yeah maybe I was an idiot for not realizing that they were a fishy couple, but what's the point in saying something now? Like you said it's been years, and I highly doubt that she still has feelings for me. So we should just drop it. Alright?" I looked between the two of them. Sarah was looking at me like I was the biggest idiot in the world while Bucky just seemed amused by the whole situation.

"Sam, did you not see the way she was looking at you? She might as well have ran across the room and kissed you right then and there." Sarah explained as she turned her full attention towards me.

"Y'all are seeing shit. Can we just drop it? Please?" They both agreed to leave it alone, moving on to their own things. There's no way she could still have feelings for me. Right? Yeah, that's crazy.

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C'mon, how can you get lost getting to the docks that are only 10 minutes away. I checked my watch again, groaning in frustration. Bucky said that he'd be here at 2:30, but it was nearing 3:15 and I was growing impatient. "Bucky Barnes, I'm gonna beat your ass the next time I see you." I mumbled as I looked around the docks.

"Sam?" Someone called from behind me. I turned around to see (Y/N) walking towards me.

"Oh, hey. What are you doing here?"

"Sarah texted me and said that she wanted me to help her with something. Are you down here to fix the boat?"

"Yeah. Bucky is supposed to be helping me, but he's almost an hour late."

"Sarah told me that he was watching the boys while we were working here." (Y/N) said as she looked at me. That's weird, why would they tell us to meet here if - oh God. "They told us to meet here because they want us to talk to each other. Dammit Sarah."

"Talk to each other? About what?"

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(Y/N)'s POV

"About what?" Sam asked. If Sarah would've told me what she was planning I'd be a bit more prepared for this situation. Or run away. Yeah, I'd probably run away.

"About us, I guess."

"What about us?" He seemed to be confused, and that was honestly making it worse. How am I supposed to tell my best friend's brother that I've been in love with him since we were in high school? I sat down on a bench for a moment before speaking up.

"Look, I'm just gonna be honest with you," I started out. He nodded, signaling for me to continue and crossed his arms. His muscles just keep getting bigger and bigger. "I like you. I've liked you since we were in high school. Honestly, I'm not sure if this counts as just a crush anymore because I'm probably in love with you. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but Sarah keeps telling me that I should tell you. So I'm doing that now."

It was silent for a moment before Sam let out a chuckle. Then another, and another until he was full on laughing. Was me liking him that funny? "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at myself. Man, can't believe Sarah and Bucky were right."

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit confused here. Right about what?"

"About me being an idiot for not realizing that you like me back." Sam said as he sat beside me. It took me a moment to process what he was saying.

"Wait, you like me too?" I asked softly. Sam smiled, giving me a nod.

"Yeah, I do. Like a lot." Sam wrapped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him.

"Wow, we're such idiots. We liked each other this whole time, but we were too stubborn to admit it." I giggled out.

"And we only admitted it to each other because Sarah and Bucky made us. Don't know how I feel about that."

"Well, let's just be glad. Then we can go beat their asses for tricking us."

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"Where are the boys?" Sam asked as we walked inside the house.

"They went to go play with Ms. Sherlly's grandkids. What's going on here?" Sarah asked as she motioned at me and Sam's joint hands.

"We told each other about our feelings. Y'all ain't have to trick us into going to the docks to get us to confess though." I said as I looked between Sarah and Bucky.

"Well you two obviously weren't going to get to it yourselves. So we took matters into our own hands." Bucky said as he sipped on a beer.

"We're gonna get y'all back for this. Just wait." Sam said.

"I'm shaking in my boots." Sarah said as she patted Sam on the shoulder.

"Y'all gonna start treating me with some respect. I'm Captain America now." We all looked at Sam for a second before we busted out laughing.

[nekasu]

SnapCube’s Until Dawn Real-Time Fandub Sentence Starters (Part 1)

"I didn't bring my phone. It was in my other pants!" "This is a really long high five." "...I won't tell anyone about this." "Ya see, that's a joke thinger." "Can you see me? Don't answer that." "Who talks to screens? Maybe you can." "We're here in a strange time at a strange place." "Hopefully you enjoyed whatever the hell THIS video was." "When those girls died? That was funny." "My phone still has battery? Holy shit, I gotta keep that warm." "I'm trying to get like 100% on Animal Crossing." "Check it out, I have this gun. It's really really cool." "Are you McCree from Overwatch, hit video game?" "Make sure you don't shoot any guys with that." "Never mind, I do have the key. I just found it in my pocket." "We're all just really good beans at the end of the day." "Why did you hit me? That hurt so much!" "Sorry, I've been in jail a while." "My arm really hurts. Do you have any first aid?" "I just got off the big train in the sky." "This is my Smash invitation and frankly, I deserve it." "It was gonna be a surprise for your birthday, motherfucker!" "Jesus, everyone is so rude. What is this, Rude Mountain?" "This mountain fucking sucks." "I'm here to be rude to people." "I think this is sus. He's definitely the impostor." "As a gamer, I know all about Among Us." "Is this...Tamriel?" "Well, that's a cliff." "No, you got arms!" "I don't speak corn." "Grab my stinky hand!" "I will live on in the vibes!" "No, that's too fast! Oh, god!" "2x4? You're not even a 1x1." "You look so stupid right now." "Hehe, I'm under the bed now!" "It was for a prank video. Come on!" "It's fine, honestly. She has a blanket." "Women never listen to me when I talk..." "Everything's a big deal when you make it." "Oh my god she has pants! What the fuck?!" "No one told me I was wearing pants today!" "It's pretty cold because it's DEAD of winter!" "Hey, tree! Look at me, I'm looming right now!" "Not a blanket, but maybe I can keep you warm." "This fuckin' candle doesn't keep me warm at all.” "At least you're not calling it 'arm pants' this time." "Oh, wow! SHE'S looming! Oh, she can teach me!" "I don't want to play any of your Among Us games." "I have this weird feeling someone's looming around here." "Answer a question for me: how are you feeling today? YEAH!" "Well now, wise guy. Let's see who among us really is the funniest." "Helloooo there! I am Doctor Rabbit. The world's only rabbit rabbit." "Whoa, that guy was straight up looming! I wish I could loom like that.” "Was that that Anus Unnus guy?" "Hey, babe, you wanna go and record a blog with me?" "So are my pranks as good as Markiplier?" "Wait, when did they get the hugging perk?!" "See, that's what I think of your problems, is that they're just some sort of joke." "Got in real trouble with the locals, I did. They don't let me back there." "Maybe you're just trying to be woke or something." "Your insurance isn't covering these sessions, by the way." "We can send, like, aura to each other. You know like, uh, vibes." "I don't guess, I know. I never guess, I know everything. I do the math." "Two plus two equals you're my friend. Just kidding, it's four." "I just hurt all of my bones." "High five? No, you're too far away. My bad." "Did you solve my wolverine puzzle?" "Did you know doors hurt?" "Everyone has a raccoon!" "Why don't you keep it to yourself, tough guy?" "Save the fight until I have the camera ready, okay?" "That's not a view, that's a snow." "I think you're in the corridor of the monkey." "If you throw that me, I'm gonna fuckin' flip my goddamn lid." "You want some snow, bitch?!" "Lady? Girl? ...I should really learn her name." "Water's looking a little green, that's just the way I like it." "Did the ghosts take my friends again?" "I'm actually half ghost." "Is that a lightsaber? Like from Star Trek?" "I'm gonna level with you, I hate being in the same room as you." "BOOOOOOOOOOOK!" "You like the new office? I fuckin' don't." "You didn't read through the contract, did you kiddo?" "I can get fucked? Finally!" "Even the ghost agrees." "I should have fucking known. This ghost is such a libro." "That's great and all, but I'm gonna look like a jackass!" "This is what happens when you pull mean pranks. God punishes an elk." "THAT was a HEALING spell?! Oh god!" "Door key? You're pretty dorky!" "I can imagine a lot of dipshits, in fact." "Get un-naked! Get un-naked! Get un-naked! Get un-naked!" "I'm casting a hex on you now. Have fun getting hexed, idiot." "See? The Kinect causes psychic powers." "I can't believe Blue's freakin' clue is on here." "Ugh...I freaking hate doors." "Blue save me..." "Telling them the vibes made you do it won't hold up in a court of law." "Oh, would you look at the time. It's time for me to rip you a new one again!" "I cannot wait, but I suppose I'll have to." "The hex worked great. Now let's see if I can go shoot what remains of her." "I love running through the forest like a fucking weirdo." "You look like an idiot on the ground there." "If I have anything to say about it, you won't make it back." "I wanna see you, whatever you are, you funny-looking fellow." "Why do I have so much trouble with doors?" "Hey, funny voice! Fuck off, please!" "It's a saw trap, you dumb piece of shit!"

"Seems mysterious, but I won't shoot him this time. Gotta weaken him with the hex." "You're gonna get fucked if you can't say goodbye to a ghost. Trust me on that one." "Hey, uh, do you wanna stop having trouble with doors, now'd be a phantasmical time!" "Unless you want to work with me here, well...we're gonna be stuck here until dawn." "Not like you've ever done anything on purpose in your entire life, you fucking hack." "What, not even a goddamn laugh? Oh, it's gonna be a rough fuckin' couple weeks." "I can't believe I made it up to Rude Mountain only to be discovered by rude people." "I've got all my gamerscore on my phone, so I'm hoping that nobody really touched it.” "That's pretty cringe of you, buddy. I'm gonna put you in my Cringe Tuesday compilation." "If I wanted to talk about beans, I'd hang around with the fuckin' Among Us crew down there." "You know what? I have two arms, so I guess I CAN carry both of them at the same time." "I just got my lips unstuck. Aw, geez. I've been trying to talk to you guys this whole time."  "I left some beans in my backpack. They might be a few years old, but they don't really expire." "I should've known that coming to Rude Mountain would have made you worse as a person." "I've just been playing a lot of Among Us recently and I've just been trying to really get good at lying. "Oh, so NOW you're a funny guy, huh? You think you got your own jokes?! Ya think this is stand up?!" "I have blankets in the back, but I'm gonna go to the front just to see if I can spice things up a little." "I'm here to help you, and whaddya do? You spit in my goddamn face! ...Metaphorically, of course.” "What do you take me for, some kind of clown?! Some kind of Boo Boo the Fool that ain't done this rodeo before?!" "Here at therapy we're here to answer the one big burning question everyone's got: what the FUCK is wrong with you?" "I noticed you don't have much of a sense of humor. That might explain all the shit you've gotten into recently, wouldn't it?" "Well with my ten step plan I'll be happy to go plumb the depths of your sad, scared little mind and see what makes you...tick, as it were."

[lofitojii]

ONE SHOT: A Simple Crush

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Summary: You’re a costume designer for Pro Heroes, pretty well known in the industry. You take on a new Pro Hero as a client, doing your best to make sure all of your costumes are up to hero level. You start to think that you’re doing something wrong with your designs when Red Riot, the new Pro Hero, keeps coming back with a damaged costume only to find out, it was his excuse to see you. 

♡ Word Count: 2.8k

♡ Content: Fluff

♡ Kirishima x Female Reader

A/N: this was so much fun to write. It’s a little different than some of my other work, being similar to the Hawks one shot. Tbh, if I were in the MHA world, I would be best friends with Kirishima and Kaminari just based on personality. I hope you enjoy! :)

KIRISHIMA POV: The cool thing about being a Pro Hero is well, okay there’s a lot of cool things. Like the whole saving people, fighting bad guys, the media recognition thing. To be honest, I think all of it’s cool, but let me tell you how excited I am to have my hero costume designed by none other than Y/N. Ah man, she’s so badass at what she does and makes some seriously insane costumes. But that’s not the main reason why I asked for her to do it. I mean yes it’s going to be awesome to have a high tech costume, but I really did it to get to know her. 

I saw her on TV one time, she did an interview with Hawks about his costume design and I couldn’t tell you what the interview was about because I was too busy just staring at her. That sounds super creepish but I promise I’m not trying to be creepy. You get it, right? Like you see someone on TV or something and you fall in love like, almost immediately? Yeah, that’s how I would explain what happened. I have a crush and thank god I’m a Pro Hero now so I have a reason to talk to her. 

I stood outside the office building that was towering over the city. It was huge, her floor being on the 18th. I was fidgety in the elevator, trying to think of what I was going to say to her. God, I’m so nervous. Watch, knowing me, I’m going to say something stupid and she’s gonna think I’m an idiot. 

“Hi, how can I help you?” I walked up to the front desk, letting the clerk know I was here for Y/N who was running behind due to a meeting. That’s fine, I’ve got all the time in the word to wait for her. This just gives me time to think of what I want to say. 

“Hey there beautiful!” No. Too forward. 

“Why hello there. Come here often?” What the fuck? She works here. 

“Hi.” Oh my god, I’m going to make a complete fool of myself!! 

While I waited, I decided to flip through the meaningless magazines that were placed on a side table. I’m too nervous to focus on anything but if I just sit here, people are going to think I’m a weirdo for fidgeting so much.

The elevator made its dinging noise, signaling that someone was about to walk out. My heart is pacing so fast, it feels like it’s going to burst through my chest. When you walked out, it felt as if time froze, my vision blurring out the surrounding area, leaving you clear as day in my eyes. “God, you’re so beautiful.” 

“Haha, thank you sir,” you giggled. GIGGLED! My heart is literally about to jump out of my throat. “You must be Kirishima, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Y/N. If you would follow me this way, we can talk in my office.” I was actually speechless, at a loss for words as I stood there in front of you. I feel so dumb, say something you idiot!!!

“I’m sorry, about that out there,” I nervously scratched the back of my head. My cheeks felt so warm, not to mention I can feel myself sweating. Holy shit, this is weird, I’ve never felt like this before. “I’m just a big fan of yours.” 

“Don’t think too much about it,” you waved your hand, a smile still spread across your face. “You’re too kind, really. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t blush a little bit.” I made YOU blush? This day just keeps getting better. “Now, Kirishima, you didn’t fill out our form and the one from UA is rather old. What were you thinking, design wise?” 

“To be honest, I chose you because I feel like you’d know better than I would. I really liked the one I got from UA, that’s why I just attached it to your form.” I am so nervous, my hands are so clammy and I feel rather embarrassed I didn’t fill out your form, but honestly I’m just trying to draw out the time I spend here. 

“Not a problem. I already have your measurements,” you said, tapping your temple, referring to your eyes, I’m assuming. “My quirk let’s me take measurements of every body part. I see the numbers as soon as I make eye contact with you.” Wait, did you just say EVERY body part? You began to laugh, noticing my change in mood after you explained your quirk to me. “Don’t worry. I don’t measure down there.” 

“What? I mean, no! That’s not- You can if you- I mean-” Oh my god, I sound like a babbling idiot. I’m doing a really good job at keeping my crush a secret, aren’t I? You were still laughing, your laugh so infectious. You really have such a beautiful laugh, I want to hear it all the time. 

“Oh Kirishima, I’m excited to work with you. I’ll give you a call once it’s ready for you.” And like that, our meeting was done. I made a complete fool of myself but you said you were excited to work with me, and that was enough for me to leave feeling confident. 

You called me a couple days later, giving me the OK to come back in to try on the new costume you had designed for me. I showed up more excited about the fact I get to see you, and yeah, the costume is cool too, I guess.

You came up with such an awesome idea, the material being durable, room for the growth of my quirk. It was everything I expected and more, but honestly that doesn’t really surprise me. You’re quite amazing at your job. With this being said, with my costume being done, times I get to see you are very limited, so I have to take matters into my own hands on this one. 

“Hey Y/n,” I said, walking into your office. You look so cute today with your black business suit and that slicked back pony. You look so professional and business like. I wonder what a normal day is for you. I bet everyone thinks highly of you, I mean how could they not?

“Hey Kirishima! How can I help you?” You looked up at me with those beautiful, glossy eyes of yours. I could barely make out the crosshairs in your left eye but the slight discoloration made it a little easier. 

“Bad news,” I scratched the back of my head, placing the ripped costume on your desk. You jumped up, holding the torn fabric in between your fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows together, giving me a small glare that both excited and scared me. 

“What did you do?” 

“Ripped it?” 

“Kirishima…” 

“What!? You’re literally holding it in your hands. I don’t know how else to put it when the evidence is right there.” You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head. 

“Alright well I guess we’ll give you the second design. This one was so good though, how did it rip?” ‘Cause I ripped it in battle on purpose so I had a reason to come and see you. Wasn’t about to say that out loud, but that’s my truth, Y/n. 

You handed me the second design, warning me to be careful with this one but to be honest, I don’t care how much money I spend on these damn things. This time, I’ll wait a little longer to come back. I waited a whole two weeks instead of one so you wouldn’t pick up on my little plan here. 

“Don’t tell me…” You crossed your arms, this time you were in more of a laid back outfit. Leggings and a hoodie and holy shit, do you look incredible. Not to mention your ass- “Kirishima, what on earth do you keep doing that you keep ripping your outfits?” 

“The guys I’ve been going up against have all happened to have sharp like quirks?” 

“Even so, I designed it so it was a lot harder to rip. I specifically designed this one so it would withstand your ultimate move so it doesn’t make sense…” 

“I don’t know, I just fight ya know?” You were closer today, but you still couldn’t figure it out, even though you looked like you were deep in thought for most of our meeting. I promise you Y/N, I’ll tell you when the time is right. I just need excuses to come and see you until I have enough courage to ask you out. 

“Okay well are you able to stay a little longer today? Maybe do a few test runs of these other designs?” I nodded in agreement, following you to the testing center. I would’ve stayed longer to help you with anything, even taking the garbage out. You seemed frustrated but in the grand scheme of things, I’m doing all of this until I feel like I’m ready to ask you out. I’m not really good with talking to girls, let alone asking them out. I’m just nervous, I really don’t want to screw this up with you because I’ve truly never felt like this before. You make me feel different, every time I’m around you, I get mad butterflies. That’s not normal for me. 

“Alright Kirishima, go ahead and use your quirk as much as you can. I don’t want you to exhaust yourself.” I did what you said, the costume holding up to my power. I even pulled out my ultimate, the costume returning to my size when time ran out. You are truly incredible at what you do. “Good, now we’re gonna send out some testing bots. Don’t worry about breaking them, that’s what they’re for. The lasers do hurt though, so please be careful.” 

“No need to worry about me,” I said, crashing my fists together. You let the robots out, immediately shooting out lasers as they had me in their vision. You were right, the lasers do hurt, but they barely made a mark on the new costume. Damn it Y/N, you’re just too good aren’t you. 

The tests ran for a couple hours, and during that time I tried my best to warm up to you, or I guess have you warm up to me. I did everything I could to make you laugh, to really make you notice me other than just another hero here to get their costume made. I love your laugh, Y/N. I want to hear it all the time. Today was so special in my eyes, I think we made really good progress, but next time I don’t think I can come back due to a ripped costume. This one was perfect, you really went all out. It had to be more of a pride thing, but then again I’m just assuming. 

The next time I went back, I asked for you to add a belt for small weapons like a net or something to help restrain villains. I didn’t want to upset you by damaging my costume again, I think it was actually hurting you inside to see the costume destroyed like that. I get it Y/N, you take a lot of pride in your work. The time is coming close though, I really think we’re getting to a point where it won’t be awkward if I asked you out. 

“I didn’t mean for this to take this long,” you apologized as we waited for the belt to be made. I didn’t do anything this time, it was the machine’s own issues that prolonged my visit, which I’m not complaining about. “If you wanted, you can leave and come back tomorrow to get it.” 

“No it’s okay,” I assured you. “I don’t mind waiting. Plus it’s getting late, I don’t want you walking out there by yourself.” You were shocked by my offer, my comment making you… Blush? No way, did I just make you blush? Without having to call you pretty? Oh my god. 

“Thank you.” You were shy. I caused you to get all shy! I know this sounds so lame but this means that I’m on the right track! Or at least, that’s what the internet told me. 

It took about an hour for the belt to be completed, but within that time, we talked. We actually had a conversation. I told you about my UA days, talked about my family and my friends. The whole time, you seemed so invested, asking questions, referring to earlier topics letting me know you were actually listening. And when you told me about your life, I was in awe. You were incredible, every memory you mentioned being more exciting and interesting than the last. You told me about how you haven’t dated anyone in years because you were so focused on your career. You had made it though and I knew you were upset about not having someone to love. The way you spoke, so poetic and honest. You didn’t have to tell me you were upset, it lingered in your emotion, even though you ended your statement with a smile. 

“I haven’t dated anyone either,” I admitted, adding on to your subject. “To be honest, I’m not very good with talking to girls.” 

“That’s not true. I mean I’ve had a wonderful time talking to you.” 

“Me too, actually.” My palms were sweaty, clammy to the touch. My face was heating up, I could tell you noticed, your own cheeks becoming rosey. This was it, this was my chance. “Hey Y/N, can I tell you something?” 

“Of- Of course,” you stuttered. I let out a deep exhale, squeezing my thighs as I tried to form what I wanted to say. I could tell you were just as nervous. Stop that, I’m going to choke on my own spit if you keep staring at me with those big doe eyes of yours. 

“The last two time I ripped my costume? Yeah that was on purpose.” You just laughed, shaking your head in response. 

“I kinda figured,” you replied. “I didn’t want to assume anything so I just didn’t bother questioning it.” 

“Yeah well, I did it cause I needed some kind of excuse to come and see you.” I couldn’t make eye contact. I was both nervous and embarrassed and I really didn’t want to upset you, please understand.

“Kirishima,” you took my hand in yours, rubbing your dainty fingers across my bruised knuckles. “You could’ve just asked me out. I was excited every time you came back and not to mention our first interaction was you calling me beautiful.” 

“You remember that?” 

“And why wouldn’t I?” It went silent, I couldn’t pull my hand away. You were so shy, and to be honest I was nervous as hell. But I did what any courageous hero would, I leaned over and kissed you. In that moment, I kind of blacked out, nerves really taking over my entire body. I was surprised by your actions though as you leaned back into the kiss, your hand that was once holding mine found its way up to my cheek. You were so gentle, your hand and lips so soft. I couldn’t believe what was happening, it all felt so surreal. But here you were, here I was, kissing you, you kissing me back. 

You pulled away, your cheeks completely flushed. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, turning away from me. 

“Hey,” I whispered, turning your head back so I could reassure you. “I kissed you first because I wanted to.” You didn’t answer, you were too flustered, holding back whatever it is you wanted to say to me. So I took a shot in the dark, if you could even say it was in the dark with how you reacted to my kiss. “Y/N, can I take you out?” 

“Rip another one of my costumes and I’ll beat your ass,” you joked, pointing your finger in my face. “But yes, I will.” 

God, you’re so beautiful.

[themonkeycabal]

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, ep 3

Good morning!

Spoilers! of course

Previously on:

The new Captain America is a massive tool, but his buddy, "Battlestar" (lol), is a little bit adorable. They work for something called the Global Repatriation Council, which sounds like a bureaucratic delight and joy.

Bucky got arrested for skipping his therapy appointment to go to Germany (nothing good ever happens to you in Germany, Bucky. Stop going to Germany.) on a mission with Sam (the mission went badly). And once he's sprung from the clink, he and Sam are suckered into the most awkward team therapy session in many an age. Things Are Said and everybody ends up mostly feeling pretty bad about everything.

Speaking of feeling pretty bad about everything — we discover there was a black super soldier in the US Army during the Korean war who was repaid for his service by being imprisoned and made a lab rat for thirty years. Just as awful as it sounds.  

Also our pseudo-terrorists from the first episode turn out to be a pack of idealistic kids who grew up in a blipped world and whose goals are probably as murky to them as they are to me. They, however, have pissed off somebody much bigger and badder (probably by stealing super soldier serum). 

To find just what in the sam hill was going on with the super soldier serum being out in the wild, Bucky suggested they go talk to that very stable and rational repository of Hydra knowledge, Zemo. I'm sure this will go swimmingly.

I've got my chips and guac and beer, it's 12:30 a.m., and I'm ready for some good ol' fashioned fisticuffs! Bring it, Marvel,

And we open with a sunny, smiley propaganda ad for the Global Repatriation Council. Helping you get back to the way things used to be. Reset. Restore. Rebuild. Cut to a shady black police van with the GRC logo and militarized police hop out along with Captain Massive Tool and the shield that really shouldn't be his. They seem nice.

"Don't give them a second to delete, shred, or breathe," says Captain Biggest Bestest Hero Ever as they prepare to breach a graffiti covered building. Ah, it's the hideout in Munich where Karli and the flag stompers gang were bunked last episode. The owner refuses to give up any info, calls them brutes, spits in Captain Tool's face, and Captain Biggest Bestest Hero Ever roughs him up and yells "Do you know who I am?" The owner replies for us all, "yes, I do, and I don't care."

Captain Tool leaves and grumbles about not having intel on that super dangerous criminal 12-year old, Karli. Battlestar (lol) points out she's giving shelter and meds to displaced people, and so they're loyal. And I'm just going to let that go at this point, because last ep she was on about how the GRC only cared about helping the returning people and not the people who were there all along, and the Flag Smashers wanted to return the world to how it was during the blip. But now suddenly they're all about helping the displaced, who I thought were the ones who were gone, thus, you know, being displaced when they come back to a world that's moved on without them. And I'm letting it go …. now.

Or not. I mean, I guess we could say that they're helping the displaced the GRC doesn't want to help, because they're not politically useful or the GRC is funneling its massive resources somewhere else. Or … something. Like I said, it's all very murky at the moment. I could keep watching and probably discover the answer. And I'm sure the GRC is corrupt as hell, so you go Karli! Though, she's like 16 (okay, maybe early 20s), and I'm not sure how she's managed this level of pull and resources in the few months since the great Un-Blippening and also she's got like a team of 8 (or 7, one died last ep) and she's not exactly oozing charisma. But, never mind. Moving on. For real this time.

That's all my way of saying that 3:48 into this episode and I'm already super done with Captain Massive Tool.

In Berlin, Bucky and Sam are visiting Zemo in prison. How'd they get permission? The guard seems very chill about them being there, he even leaves so Bucky and Sam can go to Zemo's cell alone. Which is so very weird. Are they hoping somebody will shank the weirdo who sits in his cell listening to opera and playing chess all day? "Oh no, he's dead, how sad. Heinrich! Get the mop!"

Anyway, Bucky says he'll go in alone, because Sam's an Avenger and Zemo doesn't really have warm fuzzy feelings for Avengers. Sam, who is currently in possession of the duo's one (1) brain cell, remembers how Zemo literally stalked Bucky and tried to frame him for a bombing and mass murder. "He was obsessed with Hydra. We have a history together," is Bucky's very questionable counter-argument. Well, I mean, technically yes, I guess.

Seriously, they just let him walk right in. Wow.

Zemo steps out of the improbably dark recesses of his cell and immediately starts reciting the Winter Soldier control words. "I just wanted to see how the new you reacts to the old words." By staring. It's his thing.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. It was never personal." I don't know why, but this made me laugh. His delivery is great. It's just like "hey man, good to see you again, hope you got past that whole framing you for murder and the global manhunt thing. Sorry and all. I just really hated your BFF for that time he dropped a city on my family. Bygones, amiright?"

Bucky skips the chat. "Somebody recreated the super soldier serum. I need to find out who." Ah, Zemo is super interested. But, of course. He killed all the other Soldiers, he wouldn't be keen on others around, would he?

Zemo knows where to begin looking for the answer. Cut to Sam and Bucky walking around in a dark room full of some sort of vague equipment (ah, it's a garage), Sam regretting every life decision he's ever made that led him to this point "what are you talking about you want to break Zemo out of jail? Where the hell are we? Buck, have you lost your mind?" Stupidity, who knows, and yes.

"Zemo's going to mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offense." "Offense." lol idiots.

Bucky finds the lights. They argue some more about Zemo. "Super soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code." Sam's like, yeah, I saw his code, it was blow shit up and kill a lot of people. Sam cannot believe he is hearing this crap right now and he's got to be like "steve rogers, if you weren't 106 I would beat your ass for leaving me with this moron".

"Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?" Sam, feeling those cold, tingly chills, the slowly creeping horror of realization, "What did you do?" "I didn't do anything," Bucky lies like the terrible liar he is. Wow he's a bad liar.

Cut back to Zemo's prison cell. Zemo ticks another off the "creepy euro villain" checklist, when Bucky randomly asks what he's reading and Zemo says Machiavelli. But of course. He's hiding something in his book. A key card.

Meanwhile, in the garage Bucky is explaining things to Sam. "The weakest point of any system isn't the software, or the hardware, it's the meatware." lol elegantly put, Bucky. "The human element."

Anyway, to sum up, Bucky's already broken Zemo out of prison. Poor Sam, the look on his face as Bucky hypotheticals through all the steps of the breakout, I laughed so hard.

Sam: “i hate everything, especially this asshole”

"And where are we?" Sam asks, very fed up with Things. 

The door opens and here comes Zemo in his purloined guard's uniform.

"You're going back to prison!" "We need him, Sam." Zemo, politely, "If I may—" "NO!" "NO!"

Argue argue argue. Bucky makes a weird pitch about how Steve didn't sign the Sokovia Accords and neither did Sam and, they went all illegal and on the run, they did it for him and so he's asking Sam to do that again. I mean, Sam's still slightly cheesed about that, Bucky. But, it seems to work, and Sam agrees with A Great Deal Of Reluctance.

Zemo's just standing there all quiet and well-mannered as they go through this, like he's their little pet whackjob.

The garage is full of classic cars belonging to Zemo and they're full of weapons and other goodies. He says he spent years tracking down all the Hydra people who might know how to make the serum, because if it's out there, then somebody could create an army of people like the Avengers. He's taking clothes out of one of the cars and finds a purple ski mask, which he stealthily slips into a bag. Nobody cares about your weird purple mask, Zemo, I've thought that thing was dumb for 30 years.

"To do this, we'll have to scale a ladder of low-lifes." heh

Next they go to an airfield. In Germany. You guys, come on.

Anyway, Zemo owns a plane, he's rich, his family was royalty, he's a baron. Sam's like 'wtf?' Bucky just rolls with everything. Or he does until they're on the plane later and Zemo has somehow lifted Bucky's book of amends and decides to read through it. "Who is Nakajima?" And Bucky's got him by the throat.

Sam's all hey that's Steve's book. "I told him about Trouble Man, he wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What did you think?" "I like 40s music, so…" "You didn't like it?!?!?!?!" "I liked it." Zemo chimes in, "It is a masterpiece, James. Complete, comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience." lol wtf

"Everybody loves Marvin Gaye," Sam is so offended. "I like Marvin Gaye," Bucky says, probably trying to remember 'who is Marvin Gaye?' "Steve *adored* Marivn Gaye," Sam insists. lol. I like Marvin Gaye, Sam.

Zemo starts going off about Steve, and how the danger with those heroes and super soldiers is they're put on a pedestal and we forget about their flaws. And while he's not wrong, he also clearly wants Sam to throw him out of that airplane.

"Do we want to live in a world with people like the Red Skull? No. That is why we're going to Madripoor." Ahh Madripoor, I haven't thought about that place in a long, long time. A wretched hive of scum and villainy, iirc. Ah, yes, Zemo and Bucky confirm.

Zemo says they can't go as themselves and Bucky's going to have to "become someone you claim is gone". Bucky looks Deeply Unhappy.

On to a GRC resettlement camp in Latvia. Karli is playing soccer with some young kids. Because of the good-natured idealism. She's summoned to a hospital bed, in a ward stuffed with beds in an old, fancy building that's seen better days. Somebody is dying and she's crying at their bedside. Her mom maybe?

Back to Madripoor. It's a glittering city of colorfully-lit skyscrapers. The trio are walking across a bridge to give us a picturesque view and exposit about what they'll be doing. Sam is wearing a very questionable suit with like a black and red floral pattern and yellow-green circles. Or something. I can't tell what's going on with that thing. He says he looks like a pimp. Well no, but it is a terrible suit. Zemo calls it fashion forward, but Zemo wears a great coat with a fur collar and a purple ski mask. Don't take fashion tips from Zemo.

He says Sam will play a "sophisticated, charming, African rake, named Conrad Mack. Aka the Smiling Tiger." Sam is still not thrilled, "even has a bad nickname." Though, yes, the original dude does dress that poorly and he looks like Sam, so suck it up, Sam.

Fortunately they don't have to walk all the way across the bridge (it is a long ass bridge), they're met by a car about halfway and Zemo says they have to super duper stay in character no matter what happens.

The car is surrounded by elaborately decorated motorcycles ridden by very armed people. Hell of a welcome wagon. They're escorted to a graffitied, crumbling underpass, presumably the entrance to Low Town. It's part Macao, part Kowloon, part Jakarta, crammed full of neon and people and ramshackle buildings piled together in a maze of narrow streets, rails, and weird building-to-building bridges. Good set design.

Everybody is "fashion forward" and very heavily armed. They pass a wall with the words "Power Broker Is Watching". That's the charming fellow Karli and her do-gooders stole from.

They enter a bar decorated with golden baboon skulls and koi fish. Zemo asks "are you ready to comply, Winter Soldier?" he's attracted attention from unsavory sorts. I mean, more unsavory than the already unsavory sorts who fill the bar. The bartender is surprised to see Zemo and the Smiling Tiger. Zemo asks for Selby.

Somebody at a nearby table pulls a hood over her head, and by somebody I mean Sharon Carter. NOT SUBTLE SHARON!

Bartender asks the Smiling Tiger if he wants the usual and Sam silently nods. The bartender seems suspicious, but he takes a pickled snake out of a jar, cuts something out of it, drops it in a glass and places it in front of Sam who's like 'what in the actual I am going to puke'. lol Sam bravely tosses it back and does not puke no matter how much he really wants to and he really wants to. Bucky's being the Winter Soldier and is not at all laughing in his head about this.

A power broker minion comes over and tells Zemo he's not welcome there. Zemo says if PB wants him to leave, he can talk to him himself or bring Selby. The minion looks at Bucky and asks if he got a new haircut. Bucky gives him pure murder face. So the Power Broker and his minions know the Winter Soldier, so they were Hydra? Or, I guess, they all ran in the same shady circles.

Anyway, PUNCHING AT LAST! Power Broker minions approach to remove Zemo and Zemo tells the Winter Soldier to attack. Bucky is not pleased, but I am, because now there's punching. It's just been the sort of week that needs punching to improve it. Bar brawl! It's a lopsided fight, Bucky's wiping the floor with these dudes and the suspicious bartender is moving away to make a call.

"It didn't take much for him to fall back into form," Zemo tells Sam. Shut your pie hole, Zemo.  Aw, now the guns come out and the fight's over. Zemo calls off the Winter Soldier and the bartender tells them Selby will see them.

Selby is lounging in her backroom, listening to 50s french pop, and hanging out with lizards and piles of cash. As you do. She'd like to know why Zemo is there and by the way wasn't he in prison? She makes a weird purring sound at Sam. lol. I like her. The actress looks familiar but I can't place her. Anyway.

Zemo says if she tells them what she knows about the super soldier serum, he'll give her the Winter Soldier and his control words. Then Zemo weirdly fondles Bucky's face and like rubs at the cleft in his chin. lol. fucking weirdo.

Selby is charmed. She says she's glad she didn't kill him straight away. Weirdos of a feather, I suppose. Anyway, she says the serum is in Madripoor and developed by Dr. Wilfred Nagel. He was working for the PB. She won't give up Nagel's location for free, though. …and Sam's phone rings. Pro tip, Sam: turn off your phone when you go into meetings with deeply shady crime bosses.

Everybody stops and stares at him and he just sort of lets it ring. It's his sister. Dude, just turn it off. Too late. Selby wants him to answer it on speaker. Okay, well, she'll kill you either way, so just refuse the call and get ready for punching and running. So, he answers it.

Sarah says she needs to talk to him about the situation and he wants her to say exactly what situation. So, she says the one with the boat, dummy, and are you high? So he's going to play this off as a Doing Crime phone call. And it kind of works until Sarah calls him Sam. Selby's like wtf kill them and then she gets shot in the chest by … I don't know who? somebody from the outside. Now this trio of geniuses is going to get blamed for it. Immediately a bounty for them goes out to like everybody in Low Town. lol. That went well, guys.

And the shooting starts, they run. Except not so great for Sam who we just discovered is wearing heels. "I can't run in these heels!"

Here come the bikers. And they get picked off by somebody in a nearby warehouse. Oh, is that Sharon? Yep. And she's salty .When asked what she's doing there, "I stole Steve's shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass so you (sam) could save his ass (bucky) from his ass (zemo)." lol. She didn't have any backup so she's off the grid in Madripoor. Did nobody think to clear her after everybody was all heroic and then pardoned after the Un-Snappening? Come on, guys.

She's better than they deserve and despite being bitter, she says she's got a place in High Town they can hide.

Sharon runs a gallery selling stolen masterpieces and other hot craft goodies. The creators of this show bless us with a long shirtless Sam scene as he changes out of this Smiling Tiger duds and apologizes to Sharon. She says she'd be arrested if she went back to the States and Madripoor doesn't allow extradition. Besides, she muses, heroing is hypocritical bullshit. Right Sam, since you gave up the shield and all. And Sam's all "bwhu?"

Then she turns her bitter on Bucky and asks how the new Cap is and Bucky's like "i hate him the most" and she's all 'come on', she knows he buys into all that heroic bullshit, "before you were his (zemo) pet psychopath you were Mr America, Cap's best friend." Well, no before that he was the Winter Soldier long before Zemo.

"Wow, she's kind of awful now," Bucky tells Sam. lol. You really get a sense of how much Bucky lucked out with his goat farm. Thanks Wakanda!

Sam gets them back to the point and wants to know where Nagel is, though Sharon says they should stay out of it to be safe. Sam presses, he says he can help clear Sharon's name and she's like 'wow, bargaining with my life?' but he gives her a Cap-worth speech about trying. "They cleared the bionic staring machine and he's killed almost everybody he's met." "I heard that," Bucky says from ten feet away. "I don't trust charity." You just tried to guilt him about bargaining with your life, Sharon!

Anyway, they strike a deal.

Zemo's being suspiciously quiet.

Then they go to a rave. Madripoor is party central. Sharon's gallery is hosting a party for clients and whatnot. She'll see what she can find. For some reason she invites the boys to join her at the party because hiding from the bounty on them and probably also from the Power Broker means walking into parties packed full of the sort of people who buy expensive stolen goods in Madripoor, like say, the Power Broker or his wealthier minions.

Zemo's just happy to be out of prison. The shot of him dancing. lol.

Sharon finds a lead on Nagel and the next day this quartet of galaxy brains heads to the docks. Nothing bad ever happens when you go look for scientists at the docks. No sir. And he is apparently hanging out in a shipping container. Sharon's like hurry up you've got a bounty on your heads and I'm sick of you three already.

The container is empty, but Sharon insists it's the right one. Zemo goes in and finds the false back which leads to a set of stairs going up. "Comin' Home Baby" is playing in the distance. I know I always listen to Mel Torme when I'm tinkering on gene-altering serums in my secret shipping container lab.

They find Dr. Nagel, who is not keen on chatting but he's willing to maybe listen to offers. He's definitely the mad scientist type.

Sharon, keeping watch outside, spots trouble. Some bad guys heading towards the container. She attacks! Moar punchies! Or beating the shit out of people with a baton. It's eleventy zillion bounty hunters. How did they find them? Did that Very Wanted Trio maybe go to a very popular party the night before, or something?

Bucky attempts to persuade Nagel with his gun. Nagel says he was brought in to Hydra to work on the Winter Soldier program. Then he was recruited by the CIA. They had blood samples of a subject (Isaiah? the black super soldier from last ep), and he was able to recreate the serum off of that. "I was a god! I did what no other scientist since Erskine was able to do."

Zemo is pacing around like a very, very angry psycho about to shoot the mad scientist. Guys, maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring Zemo to the person who could create the super soldier serum, given that is the opposite of what he wants. Kill Nagel, no more super soldiers. This is gonna end bloody. Zemo seems to have found a gun hidden in the lab. Yep.

"How have we never heard about this?" Sam asks. Well Sam, it turns out Nagel was blipped. Thanks, Thanos! Anyway, when he came back the CIA project was abandoned but the Power Broker was happy to help fund him. He made 20 vials and Karli stole those. And then Karli being a super duper genius, called him a few days earlier and asked if he could help somebody dying of tuberculosis. Karli … don't call the bad guys and ask for help after you stole from them. That's like day one stuff, kiddo.

Meanwhile, Sharon is still fighting every bounty hunter in Madripoor. She's killed like twenty guys.

Sharon runs in "guys we're seriously out of time" and Zemo takes the distraction to shoot Nagel. Who didn't see that coming? Oh yeah, Sam and Bucky and Sharon. Nobody was using the one (1) brain cell today. Or Zemo was. That's what you get for loaning it to the lunatic.

And then somebody fires a freaking rocket at the shipping container lab. Man. But, can you collect a bounty if all that's left are unidentifiable, charred corpses? Nobody in Madripoor is using the brain cell today.

Now they're trapped in a burning lab that's full of probably very bad explosive chemicals and o2 tanks. And yep, it partially blows up. Zemo gets away. Or seems to have, anyway. It's a gun battle now and also arguing. lol. Sharon's like "FOR REAL YOU IDIOTS?"

Oh, here comes Zemo, stomping along the top of a shipping container, carrying his purple ski mask. He fires at a gas line, the explosion distracting the bounty hunters and giving the trio time to run. Zemo beats up some bounty hunters and then finds a convertible muscle car in a container and swings by to pick up the others. Sam is very grumpy "you're going back to jail". lol.

Sharon's like 'okay, buh-bye!', she's had enough. Aww, is she really only in one episode? Well, Sam does promise to try and get her that pardon, so …

Anyway, Bucky calls shotgun and refuses to move the seat up for Sam. Payback is sweet. Heh.

Oh, not done with Sharon yet. She meets a minion and says they've got a couple of big problems.

Lithuania. Karli and one of her pals are stalking a GRC depot. Karli's sad. Her buddy says she should take some time to mourn. But, no, she's got do-gooding to do. They chat for a bit about what they'd be doing if they weren't do-goodering. She'd be a teacher or some such. They were all in Madripoor, washed up there during the blip, put then put out when everybody returned. Hmm. Lots of expositioning. Blah blah, scary taking the serum. "But it was worth it, because this world is ours." And they're going to give it to the kids in the displacement camps. … alrighty then.

Anyway, she's convinced that now that Nagel is dead, the Power Broker will come to her begging for the rest of the serum. No, sweety, I really don't think a person like that begs. Yikes.

"So we've got the one fight ahead of us then? I'll take those odds," says her very dim buddy.

In the prison in Berlin, Captain Massive Tool is talking to the guards about how Sam and Bucky where there when Zemo escaped and the guard's all "you … you don't think they had something to do with him getting out…." World class security. I find it really grating that Captain Tool calls Sam and Bucky by their first names. It's just so weirdly familiar that it almost crosses into dismissive. Completely unearned familiarity.

Lemar says they can't just accuse Sam and Bucky without evidence, but Captain Tool seems to think they can just, you know, make it up or some shit. "If we get the job done, do you think they're going to sweat us on the how?" Fuck you, Captain Tool.

Back in Zemo's plane, Bucky's fastidiously cleaning his metal arm, like a big grumpy cat. And Sam is trying to get a lead on the person (Madani) Nagel told him Karli wanted to help. He's got Torres on it.

They get to talking about the shield and how many people died or got messed up because of it/the serum. Sam says he made a mistake giving it up and he should have destroyed it. Bucky says, "Look that shield represents a lot of things to a lot of people, including me. The world is upside down, we need a new Cap, and it ain't gonna be Walker [preach]. So before you destroy it, I'll take it from him myself." Kick his ass, Bucky!

Torres gets back to Sam just as Zemo brings them lunch. Such a good host. "They found Madani. Dead. She died in Riga, a city near the Baltic Sea." … was that last bit really necessary? Like Riga is such a mystery? Even if you don't know where it is, like, that's so weirdly clunky. Somehow I think if you don't know Riga, you probably don't have the Baltic in the map in your head, either.  'Have you ever been to London? A city on the River Thames.' 'I've always wanted to go to Los Angeles, a city near the Pacific Ocean.'

Bucky should have said "oh yeah, i love Riga. I killed a diplomat there back in '64. Great beer."

Zemo's got a place they can go and he's looking forward "to coming face to face with Karli." Not creepy at all, Zemo. Nope.

Meanwhile, the kids are raiding the GRC depot and chatting way too much and calling each other by name. Oh dear.

"Filthy Flag Smashers" grumps a soldier tied up on the floor. I can't take them at all seriously with a name like that. Karli says they had six months of supplies just sitting there. "Don't you understand, we're fighting for our lives." Are you? Why and in what way?

Okay, so this is my continuing issue here. They're trying to build up this un-Blipped world, which is great, but they're doing it through So Much Exposition and so much of it is vague. We're supposed to think the GRC are probably shady, but are they? I don't know. Could be. They're sitting on these supplies! Evil! Maybe they are, but why? Why stockpile all that? Is it being sold on a black market? Or diverted to other people? Who knows! I don't. You don't.

We're supposed to sympathize with the Flag Munchers, but they're so vague in their goals. They want the world back how it was during the Blip. Okay. How was it? I don't know. What was so great about it? What we saw in Endgame didn't look all that great. But, we saw it from a different point of view, to be sure. So, what was it like for the average person who survived? Hell if I know. Also the Munchers want to help the people in the displacement camps. Okay. So do those two goals go together? I don't know. Are all the displacement camps bad? We're meant to think so, but I don't know. Is it just some of them? Is it regional? Who, exactly, are the displaced? It seems to be a mix of those who were blipped and those who weren't. I guess. I don't know.

It's just all taken out of the Big Book Of Cliched Assumptions for Lazy Worldbuilding. Why actually do the hard work of details, when they can just fall back on tropes, make vague pronouncements about how 'bad' things are, and let us assume the answers. This might bother me less if we didn't have to spend so much time with Captain Tool and the Flag Munchers. I cannot tell you how much I currently don't care. I find this all very frustrating. I don't mean to spoil the fun. Let me look at Sam's face again:

That was better. But, I stopped too soon. We're still with the Munchers. 

They're leaving the building they just looted, and there’s a bit of business I don’t care about, involving Karli’s car and how she’s not taking it, she’s going to just leave it parked, completely unsuspiciously in front of the building. And, she’s going to ride with her pal Mr. Dimbulb. 

She tells him to put his seatbelt on and she's very insistent. And then her car blows up and the building catches fire and it’s very dramatic. 

Her buddy's like wtf there were people in there and Karli says, "This is the only language these people understand." ARGH. Who people? Why is bombing them the only language they understand? Like, in this show, the GRC have literally DONE NOTHING. Nothing we’ve seen and nothing we’ve heard. At least have people chat about dark and dire rumors or something. Hell, they haven’t even been accused of doing anything other than ‘caring more about the people who returned than the ones who never left’ which is literally their job. sighing all night long. Maybe they’re horrible and evil and the Worst Thing Ever. But I DON’T KNOW THAT, because nothing in the show has bothered to establish that. 

ANYWAY

Riga, a city on the Baltic Sea

The trio are walking down the street, Zemo expositing for us again. Sokovia was apparently swallowed by neighboring countries, erased from the map. "I don't suppose any of you bothered visiting the memorial? Of course not. Why would you?"

Bucky's looking not happy. Probably remembering '64. They get to Zemo's place and Bucky says he's going to go on a walk. Zemo and Sam go on ahead and Bucky watches until they're out of sight and he circles back and finds a beeping thingy on the ground. He notices something across the street. Ah another round beepy thing. Now he's collecting them. He steps into an alley and says, "You dropped something". Nobody immediately appears.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up." And he turns around and it's one of the Dora Milaje. She looks unhappy and she’d like to know where Zemo is. Yeah, the Wakandans are not just gonna let Zemo wander free. That's a sticky situation you got yourself in, White Wolf.

Credits.

Well, I really enjoyed the bits that didn't contain the Flag Munchers or Captain Tool. Do better with your world-building, people.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What if Kai meet his angel in school hitting one of the people who beat him up and then follows him home asking him questions and then saying by friend and months go by and they get closer and he ask pops about dating and they go on a cute date

Awwawaaww I absolutely LOVE writing for Kid Chisaki X3

Btw I'm sorry about the pops giving him advice on dating angel... maybe on a next scenario

The pain still remained on his cheek and he noticed the dirty eyes he was receiving, but he could care less. Those sick deserved all of the beating for speaking low about the yakusa.

"Yo, Kai." He heard Hari's voice from behind him and he merely grunted in response, still walking and reading his book "Is.. Is that (L/n)?" He followed Kurono's finger and saw the girl with a dark aura around her while walking.

To say he was a bit taken off from guard was a understatement. That one was know of being one of the most quiet and reserved persons on his class... but yet, she talked a bit with him, aand he could catch at least that she was pure, a quirkless little thing, and so gentle he was actually annoyed by how much she was nice even with people who didn't deserved it.

"Someone's angry apparently." Hari mumbled before Chisaki scoffed, returning his gaze to the book in his hands.

That was... until he heard screaming.

He shoted his head back up immediately and found that you had just punched one of the boys who spoked bad about the yakusa and fought with him.

"The hell is your problem weirdo?!" The boy shouted while covering his bloody nose.

"Next time-" you kicked him just in the stomach, making him fall flat with his back on the floor "Don't just say bad things about someone's family like that!"

Some other people went to hold you back while the boy got up and prepared to retreat back what he received.

"Useless bag of nothing!" He shouted with tears in his eyes but a angry look as well "You're going to pay for that!"

You cringed your teeth together before jumping and hitting both of your feet on him, struggling in the other's boys arms in a desperate way to get free.

You did not think this through...

One of them grabbed your hair harshly and made you look up at the bully, whose was glaring you down.

"Any meaning on why you hit me? If is about that yakusa thug then come on-" he rolled his eyes with a sigh "Just give me a break."

"You dont have any rights to speak about them so lowly like that Kei!" You almost cried at the way they put more pressure on your body on the ground as they lifted your head by the hair, but you still remained with the scowl "What? Sad about that your parents just divorced and went to speak shit about others?"

You got the opportunity at the shock of the people and got out of their grasp, getting up to leave another lunch as you twirled around in the air to hit a heavy kick on Kei's head with a shout.

"(L/N) (Y/n)! WHAT'S THE MEANING OF THIS?!" A teacher yelled while passing abrupt through Chisaki and Kurono.

"That... was quite a show. Right Chisaki?" Kurono asked nonchantly, turning to his friend quickly at noticing he didn't responded "Chisaki?"

The book in his hands was totally forgotten as his amber eyes looked at you. Covered in dirt and with a frow and pout on your face as the kid yelled and scolded with you.

...why?

~

You sighed as you crossed your arms over your little chest as you swan your legs on the big chair.... waiting for the principal to finish his talking with your grandma.

Luckily your grandma knew why you had dine that... at least you weren't so screwed.

"Oi." A monotonous voice manifested as you looked up with a confused sound before looking at your left... seing that dark brow hair and golden eyes boy aproaching you slowly... stoic yet firm gaze as his hands were on his pockets while walking.

You tilted your head in confusion before he stopped right in front of you. Sighing, he took his hands out of his pockets to cross them over his chest as he arched one yebrow and glared dow at you.

"Spit it out. What do you want?"

"Eh?"

"Don't play dumb with me." He hissed angrily before his glare intensified "You beat that guy because of what he sayed about the yakusa, am I wrong?" You shooked head confusely before flinching at his intense gaze and how he threateningly got closer.

"Then you must want something to just had done that. Spill it out." He growled while you blinked your wide eyes, before doing something that angered yet confused Chisaki to no ends.

You laughed. First some supressed giggles but soon errupted on a slaughter that left his face and chest surrounded by a unknown heat.

"What the hell is so funny in the first place?" He hissed while you muffled your laughter with a hand in your mouth.

"G-Geez!" You breathed in "Why should I want something?"

"Is how it works stupid." He growled "Exchange of favors."

"... exchange of what?" You almost squealed while he deadpanned.

"You can't be that dumb."

"Am not! Just because I dont know the meaning of a word yet it doesn't mean I am dumb." You smiled with a eyebrow lifted up, not understanding why this boy's cheeks were so pink.

"Answer my damn question."

"But you didn't asked me any-"

"What the hell do you want?" He almost shouted this time in irritation "Nothing is for free in this world, so stop this already and tell already what you want for defending the yakusa."

You widen your eyes a bit in surprise before extending your arms in a uncaring shrug with a smile.

"Nothing. I want nothing from you, Chisaki-kun."

"What?" He asked in almost disbelief while you giggled and arched a bit your back to look up at him, still on his feet while you were in the chair.

"The yakusa is like a family to you right? You like them as one." You looked a bit down with s frow "Others shouldn't comment on other kids life only because they are from a mafia or different than the 'normal'".

You giggled a bit before looking up at him again.

"I just feel like it. Besides, the yakusa isn't that bad after all right? The owner does raise you and one more kid along after all."

He was... shocked, to say at least. You went there, got dirty and hurt while fighting someone who had no bussines with you, probably going to have some problems with the school and your own family from now on...

And yet... you defended him. And didn't want it.. nothing in return.

Your grandmother's voice broke you two conversations, right when she called you say it you were coming jumping out of your chair and quickly getting to her side.

But before that you turned a but to catch him still looking at you with dumbfounded golden orbs instead of stoic and cold ones.

"Besides!" You chirped with the most sweet and warm smile he swore he never saw on his whole life while you grabbed your granny hand "I like you Chisaki! A lot!" And with those left words you left...

"...huh?" He almost squeaked that out, heart racing in one mile away as his whole body turned into pure heat.

He didn't even complained less noticed Kurono's touch on his shoulder or even attempts to call him out of his frozen state.

The hell you had done with him?

Time skip!

"Let me at him Chisaki Kai. Let me fucking at him." You growled your words, already preparing to throw fists with Rappa without a single hesitation.

"Absolutely not." He growled back, grabbing on your shoulder and yanking you back to him. "Control youserlf idiot."

"Yeah, syas the man who overhauled so many people which I lost count only because they looked wrong or even insulted me for being quirkless." You pouted at him before yelping at receiving a flip on you forehead.

"Is different."

"No is not!" You protested while he only arched a eyebrow.

"Am I quirkless?" You went to answer but he interrupted you again "Do I act before thinking? Do I went to the principal when we were kids because-"

"Oh god okay I get it." You whined before crossing your arms.

He huffed before lowering his mask down a bit, revealing his devilish smirk before he tilted your head up to him with the hand he carried proudly the weeding ring on his finger.

"My fiance should be less careless you know?" He commented while you arched a eyebrow with a smirk.

"With my careless self that I made you fall for me devil. Sure you want to change that?"

"You? Making me fall? Don't make me laugh brat." He kissed your lips before trailing his lips to your earlobe and nibble on them a bit.

"I am the one making this angel fall. Each... night." He chuckled devilish at the shivering you presented and the furious blush that appeared in your face.

"Unfair attack Kai. Unfair."

"Since when the world is fair? I guess it was only..." he brought your hand and touched his lips slightly at the weeding ring in your hand, not even getting worried because after so many years you knew exactly how to clean something properly "When heavens sent me the purest and brightest angel from above."

[lynn-does-stuff]

Hanahaki

An Afterdeath Oneshot

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Hanahaki

Hana- flowers

Hakimasu- To throw up

A Japanese myth disease that claimed if a person were to hide their feelings towards someone for too long, flowers would begin to grow in their lungs. They would then throw up/ cough up the flowers, starting with only a few petals until it got to large amounts of full flowers. By the time it reaches full flowers there would be little time left until they would die. There was no cure, other than the victim feeling loved in a romantic way by their crush. If the victim expressed their feelings and the other declined, the process would instantly speed up and would die in minutes. The victim can also choose to have the flowers removed through surgery, though many choose to suffer through it, due to the fact that the removal of the flowers often caused them to lose all feelings towards their crush. Sometimes it would completely erase any memories about their crush all together, or even erase any ability to love again.

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Reaper floated carelessly into the Save Screen, home of the infamous "immortal" skeleton. The resident of this empty space was supposed to die a long time ago, but had somehow escaped DEATH itself. And when Reaper went to the Save Screen personally to dispose of him, he was shocked to find the character didn't dust after making physical contact with him. Reaper had never met a being that didn't die by his touch, so he was genuinely surprised, and almost hopeful. Maybe he could finally have someone close to him that he could do normal things with, instead of simply standing to the side and looking awkward.

Ah yes.. Geno..

Geno was the resident of this empty space. When Reaper found he couldn't kill Geno, he immediately decided to try and warm up the the glitched skeleton. He then proceeded to get a smack on the face and a stern lecture about how you shouldn't try to befriend the person you were just trying to kill.

That's what Reaper liked so much about Geno. His Tsundere attitude, his pouting, and of course, his overly bossy tone. And they did become friends. Good friends even. But.. Reaper wanted more. He really wanted more. But there was no way he could flat out tell Geno. That would just make their friendship incredibly awkward, and possibly even ruin it. Better to just stick with the simple flirting and frequent compliments.

This had been going on for about nine months..

Reaper's eyes widened as he saw Geno sitting in his usual spot, the area of grass and flowers, and then grinned at the evil idea forming in his head. He floated up silently behind Geno and took a breath, before exclaiming in a loud voice. "Heeeeeya Geno!"

Geno whipped his head around, eye flare burning, as he smacked Reaper across the face. He then realized who it was and diminished his eye flare and menacing look and instead equipped a more annoyed face.

"Reaper you idiot! Don't sneak up on me like that! My soul is weak enough as it is, I don't need jump scares like that to give me a soul attack!"

Reaper simply rubbed his face and chuckled, though he felt a small pain in his chest. It was short and quick, so he waved it aside as side effects of floating for too long. He slowly touched the ground in front of Geno and grinned.

"Good to see you too beautiful."

Geno frowned. "Again with the flirting? Come on, it gets old after a while. And it's not funny either!" Geno huffed and turned away, causing Reaper to laugh.

Reaper walked next to Geno and sat down. His friend reluctantly followed and sat next to him as well. Reaper looked over at Geno, taking in all of his features. His rounder cheeks, the glitches that covered his eye, the extremely faint red tint that was always on his face, there was so much to look at, Reaper soon found himself lost in his eyes. Geno soon glanced over and made eye contact with Reaper, causing him to frown again. "It's rude to stare you know!"

Reaper blushed slightly and turned his head away. There was that pang again. This one seemed slightly worse however. And it only softened, it didn't completely go away.

Reaper frowned at the sudden pain, losing his usual carefree grin. Geno looked over and noticed this. "What, can't take criticism? Jeez, your ego is immense."

Reaper felt the pain suddenly grow as he winced, but it soon toned down again. He replaced his frown with his usual grin and winked as he looked over at Geno. "Oh, it's nothing. Just thinking."

"What were you thinking about?"

Reaper was going to reply with a quick nothing, but he soon realized he could be flirty and possibly get his point across at the same time.

"You~"

Geno just got an angry look as he blushed slightly, before replying in a quite upset manner.

"Well stop thinking about me! It's weird! And dumb! Especially when there's so many other things to think about!"

Weird.

Dumb.

Geno thinks I'm weird and dumb..

Reaper suddenly burst out into a coughing fit. Geno scrambled away from him, yelling something along the lines of "Don't infect me with your stupid virus you weirdo". Reaper continued to cough until a singular golden petal fell from his mouth. His eyes widened as he quickly scrambled to grab it and shove it into his robe pocket. Geno hadn't seemed to notice.

"Are you very much done? I'd like to make sure I don't get the idiot virus."

Reaper's body suddenly went rigid as he slowly stood up. He coughed slightly before turning to Geno.

"Uh, sorry Geno, but I gotta go earlier today. My brother wanted help, and I've been putting off work for too long."

Geno looked surprised before going to his usual strict face. "Well, I don't remember inviting you, so you don't have to feel bad about leaving."

Reaper's chest felt like it was on fire.

He turned away and opened a portal to his AU, walking through, something he rarely does.

When he entered his room, he immediately sunk to the floor. He trembled slightly as his eye sockets widened.

"Oh god.. what am I gonna do?.."

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It was about four days until Reaper visited Geno again, which was very out of character for his usual daily, sometimes even quick hourly visits. He casually floated into the Save Screen once more, though this time feeling slightly anxious. When he saw Geno sitting in the patch of flowers, he felt his soul flutter as he rushed to get closer. He was about to make the same entrance as the other day, but remembered how that went and decided to silently plop down next to Geno.

Geno was so lost in though that he didn't even realize Reaper arrived. But when he suddenly looked up and saw him sitting next to him, he yelped and jumped back a little. He then took on a confused yet strict face.

"Who are you and what have you done with Reaper?"

Reaper was a little confused by his statement. "I'm me?"

"No idiot! Reaper would've come here days ago, and proceeded to either scare me or flirt with me every time he arrived!"

Reaper was a bit taken aback by what he said, but simply grinned. "Well, what I did today scared ya, didn't it?"

Geno huffed and simply turned away, crossing his arms and muttering something along the lines of "stupid" and "no it didn't".

Reaper laughed but soon started choking and coughing once more. Again, Geno stepped away, but there was a slight flint of worry in his eyes.

"What's wrong asshole, something caught in you throat?"

Reaper continued his coughing fit for a while until three golden petals fell from his mouth. He quickly scooped them up and shoved them in his pocket, but too late. Geno noticed.

"Ew, flower petals? What were you doing, shoving those things up your throat?"

Reaper turned his head to Geno with a slightly panicked look in his eyes. "It's nothing."

"That wasn't the question dumbass."

"O-oh, right. Uhm.. yeah! I saw those flowers and thought it would be a good idea to eat some!"

Geno simply stared at Reaper with an unamused look before walking away. Reaper panicked, this is not going how he thought it would.

"Geno wait!" He called out, his voice sounding slightly weaker than before. He quickly stood up and followed behind Geno.

"I'm ignoring unintelligible beings who decide that shoving flowers up their throats is a perfect way to waste time at the moment, thank you."

Reaper continued to follow behind Geno, the pain in his chest increasing every second he was ignored.

Unloved..

Reaper suddenly stopped at his realization.

Geno doesn't love him. He never will. It's all simply a fantasy of hope and lies. Geno's made it quite obvious after all. How many times had he been called "dumbass", "idiot", "weirdo", "dickhead", and "asshole" in just the past month? It was obvious.

Reaper suddenly broke down into another fit of coughing, suddenly falling to his knees. He felt weak, incredibly weak. And the coughing wouldn't stop. Geno whipped his head around and rushed back to Reaper, now very worried for his friend.

"H-hey, are you good? Snap outta it Reaper!"

Geno started patting Reaper's back in an attempt to stop the coughing, but Reaper misunderstood it as more of Geno's slaps and coughed even more. It wasn't until a fistful of petals fell from his mouth that he stopped. Geno looked at Reaper with a cautious, yet judging look.

"Uh, that seems to be more than a few flowers shoved up your esophagus."

Reaper replied quickly in a dark tone, though his voice seemed somewhat strained. "N-no shit Sherlock."

Geno's eyes widened slightly. Reaper never talked like that to him. Now he knew something was up.

"What the hell is wrong with you Reaper?! You never act like this! What did you do?!"

Reaper just stared to the floor with empty eyes. He quickly spat out a few remaining flowers in his mouth and stood up. He kicked the petals aside and turned away. Geno watched as Reaper simply stood there for a few moments. Suddenly, Reaper seemed to look around frantically and stare at his hands. He kept bouncing up and down on his feet before eventually going on to full on jumping.

"Now what are you doing?" Geno gave him a questioning look. Reaper immediately stopped and whipped his head around, a panicked look plastered on his face.

"I can't float! I can't get off the ground!"

Geno was a little stricken before finding a way to get back at Reaper for all the teasing.

"Oh, well it looks like you'll have to walk like the rest of us mortals and deal with the inability to have god-like powers."

Reaper winced before bringing up his hand. Suddenly he seemed even more panicked. He waved his hand around, opened his eyes extremely wide like one does when their eye flares, and held out his hands like he was trying to grab something.

"I can't do anything!!"

Now Geno was worried. "What?.."

Reaper started yelling. "I can't summon my attacks, I can't summon my scythe, I can't activate my eye flare, I can't even teleport out of here!!"

Reaper suddenly broke down to the floor and stared at his hands. He spoke in a small, weak voice that seemed extremely strained. "I'm weak.. I'm powerless... I-I can't do anything..."

Geno suddenly rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Reaper. "H-hey, it's okay, it'll be fine!-"

"How could you still care..."

Geno suddenly sat up and stared at Reaper. "What do you mean?"

Reaper replied with a shaky, hesitant voice. "How could you still care for me... you've made it clear..."

"Stop the stupid mind games Reaper! Just tell me what's fucking wrong!"

"YOU HATE ME!"

Reaper began hacking up full flowers, chocking between breaths. The flowers continued to fall around them and in their laps as Reaper shook uncontrollably. "G-Gen-no-"

Geno backed away in horror at the scene. His eyes shrunk to small pinpricks as he took a shaky breath.

"W-what's happening to you R-Reaper?.."

Reaper chocked our words between coughs. "H-hana-ha-haki-!" Reaper coughed up another fistful of flowers.

Hanahaki... The name was familiar to Geno, but he couldn't seem to place it. "What the hell is Hanahaki?!"

Reaper's eyes went wide as the burning sensation returned in his chest, worse than ever. He knew.

He was out of time.

Reaper didn't want to do this, not like this, but he knew he had no choice. If he didn't, he would die.

"G-Geno!" Reaper choked out between flowers and coughs. "I-I l-love you!"

Geno's eyes went wide as blush dusted across his face. He loves me... Suddenly knowledge came flooding back to him. Hanahaki: The disease where people throw up flowers. The only cure is from the crush to show affection and show their love back.

His blush increased. Did he love Reaper?.. He enjoyed Reaper's company, and he hated it when he was feeling down and always wanted to make him feel better..

Geno was suddenly cut out of his thoughts when a shaky hand reached up towards his face. The words were small, shaky, and almost inaudible. "Please.."

Geno felt the pang in his chest. He gave in. He pushed away all doubts in his mind and pulled Reaper's face to his, closing the gap. He kissed him with all his might, allowing some magic to be forced in the kiss, truly expressing how much he cared. He wanted, no, he needed Reaper to know. He didn't care about the flowers, he just wanted to share this passionate moment.

When they finally pulled away after what seemed like eons, they stared into each other's eyes passionately, glimmering with love and happiness. Reaper stared in awe.

"Y-you.. you really.."

Geno smiled warmly at Reaper. "Yeah, I suppose you're not that much of a dork." Reaper shakily smiled with tears in his eyes before suddenly turning away and began coughing again. Geno panicked and gingerly wrapped his arms around Reaper.

"D-did it not work! I-I'm so sorry Reaper!!"

Reaper continued coughing, but they didn't seem so violent this time. He continued coughing until dead flowers fell from his mouth, and eventually the source of the disease itself- the dead plant. When the dead plant finally fell from his mouth, Reaper put a hand on his throat and looked up weakly with a smile.

"I'm cured.."

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Word Count: 2466

Eeeeeeeee I forgot about this thing so take my awful writing okay bye-

[stevie-scoops]

Crush On You (Steve Harrington x Reader)

hi! so, i made a post about starting up a ST imagine blog a little while ago, but then life got in the way and i didn’t really write anything. but!! given the fact that we really shouldn’t be leaving our houses right now, i had a little time to throw something together! this is the first thing i’ve written in about a year, and the first thing i’ve ever written for stranger things, so i’m sorry if it isn’t great, but i’m as satisfied with it as i figure i ever will be! please let me know what you think!

Warnings: none

“I’m about to go on break. You want me to bring you back anything?” you asked your coworker, Jess, stepping out from behind the register.

She smiled as she restocked the last shelf and took your position over.

“No thanks. I’m sure you’re going to spend the whole time at Scoops, and I’m lactose intolerant.”

“I don’t spend my whole break there.” you defended. “I can stop and grab you a pretzel or something on my way back.”

“I’m good. Tell Steve I said hi, though.” She teased, giving you a knowing look as you felt your face heat up a little.

You adjusted your hair to better cover your reddened ears as you walked out of the store and made your way towards the food court.

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Robin leaned against the back counter, watching as Steve wiped and re-wiped the area around the register, glancing up towards the entrance every few seconds.

“Dude, would you relax?” she said, eating a handful of peanuts she snagged from the toppings jar. “She’s come in every day for like, two months. You’re acting like a weirdo.”

“Yeah, but today’s different.” Steve said, slinging the rag over his shoulder and turning around to face his friend.

Robin raised an eyebrow at him and popped another nut in her mouth.

“I’m gonna ask her today.”

“You were going to ask her last week, too. And the week before that.”

“I mean it this time, though. I’m not chickening out again.”

Robin laughed as she chewed the last of her snack, dusting the salt off her hands.

“Sure you’re not.”

“I mean it, Rob. Have a little faith in me.”

“Okay, fine. But this is the absolute last time I’m even going to slightly believe in you. If you don’t do it today, I’m asking her out myself.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“You don’t even know if she likes girls.”

“Do you really know that she likes guys?” Robin countered.

Steve shot her a glare.

“All I’m saying is at least I’m man enough to actually ask her.”

“You don’t even like her like that!”

“She’s cute,” Robin said with a shrug. “I wouldn’t mind taking her to a movie or something.”

“That is, that’s,” Steve shook his in disbelief, “That’s breaking the unwritten law of friendship! You can’t do that!”

“Then you better make your move soon, dude.” Robin said simply, looking over Steve’s shoulder out the front of the store.

Steve turned around and saw you walking across the food court, headed straight for the shop.

“It’s now or never.” Robin said before pushing off the counter and heading into the back.

Steve took a deep breath and straightened his uniform. 

He could do this.

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Your stomach fluttered as you approached Scoops. 

You felt a little silly for it; you came here every single day you worked, always opting to get ice cream and a Coke for lunch instead of something more balanced. But every day without fail, you felt a giddy anxiousness when you walked into the shop. The effects of your dumb little schoolgirl crush, the likes of which you hadn’t felt since juinor high until you first entered the little parlor a couple of months ago. 

But now you felt like you were thirteen again, fantasizing about the dreamy guy in the dorky sailor uniform day in and day out, thinking about his bright smile and soft hair while you lay in bed staring at the ceiling and listening to your favorite cheesy records. Maybe it was weird, how much you thought about him, but you couldn’t help it. Everything about him was just so… infatuating. 

You pushed the thoughts from your head as you crossed the threshold, smiling brightly at the boy behind the counter.

“Ahoy, Y/N!” he called out, making you laugh.

“Ahoy, Steve.” you returned, stepping up to the case and feigning interest at the day’s flavors. “How are you today?”

“Pretty good. It’s been slow today, nice change of pace.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “Claire’s was a madhouse during spring break. I’m glad it’s over.”

Steve nodded.

“Tell me about it. The amount of kids in here last week, running around with their sticky little hands touching everything was overwhelming. Not super looking forward to this afternoon either, though. A lot of parents bring their kids in on Friday afternoons as a reward or something.”

“Yikes. I’m so glad I don’t work in food service.”

Silence fell between the two of you, slightly uncomfortable, as you looked in the case.

“Hey, uh, I was wondering,” Steve started abruptly, causing you to look up, but he seemed to freeze up once your eyes met.

“Yes?” you prompted when he hadn’t continued speaking.

“I-I was wondering if you, uh,”

You bit your lip as your brain filled in his unfinished sentence with a suggestion that made your stomach twist in a hopeful way. You’d thought about this moment for so long, dreamed about it a hundred different times, never quite feeling like it could actually happen.

“If you liked peanut butter?”

“What?” your expression dropped and you felt stupid for getting your hopes up.

“We’ve got a new flavor in, peanut butter with fudge swirl and cookie chunks. It’s pretty good.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. That sounds great.” you smiled at him but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

You watched silently as he dished two scoops of ice cream into the red and white styrofoam bowl, feeling progressively worse. 

He slid the container across the counter and you handed him $3.50, the cost of your “lunch” every day.

“Enjoy the rest of your day.” you told him, hoping he couldn’t hear the disappointment in your voice.

“Yeah, you too. See you later.”

You gave him another fake smile before grabbing your ice cream and leaving.

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“Are you an idiot or what?” Robin asked, busting out of the back as soon as you left the store.

“I just couldn’t do it. What if she said no?” Steve sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Are you kidding? She was clearly upset, I couldn’t even see her and I could tell.”

“What?”

Robin rolled her eyes at him.

“You’re a special kind of stupid, Harrington. It was clear in her voice that she was expecting something else from you. She was hoping you’d ask her out and, for some reason, she was disappointed that you didn’t.”

Steve looked at her skeptically. 

“How do you know?”

Robin let out a long, frustrated groan.

“She obviously likes you, dingus! She comes in here every day. Do you think she really wants to eat ice cream for lunch five times a week?” Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Robin cut him off. “No, she doesn’t! She comes in here to see you. She spends three and a half dollars every day just to talk to you, and now she thinks you don’t like her.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell me that before?” Steve asked, feeling a mixture of hope and guilt swirl inside him.

“I very heavily implied it. I pushed you and gave you as much incentive as I could to ask her and you still didn’t do anything.”

“How was I supposed to know? I mean, I’m not a mind reader! I don’t understand why you wouldn’t just tell me. Seriously, I-” Steve began to argue, before suddenly realizing “She forgot her Coke.”

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“I don’t know, I guess it’s stupid that I’m acting all hurt over it. It’s not like he did literally anything to insinuate that he had any interest in me. He’s way out of my league anyway.” you sighed, poking at your ice cream with your spoon. You didn’t even actually like peanut butter that much.

“It’s not stupid.” Jess assured you, “Seriously, it’s totally normal that your feelings are a little hurt. I mean, I don’t really know the guy myself, but I kinda got the sense that he was into you. And he’s not out of your league.”

You shrugged and leaned back in the stool behind the counter, letting your head fall against the wall.

“I’m like, a six on a good day. And he’s-”

“About to walk into the store.”

“What?” you sat up quickly, nearly dropping your ice cream and toppling out of the stool as Steve entered the store, looking terribly out of place amongst the vibrantly colored scrunchies and charm bracelets hanging from the displays.

“Uh, hey?” you greeted, but it came out sounding more like a question.

“Hey,” he returned with a nervous smile. “You, uh, forgot your Coke.”

“Oh, uh, thanks. I didn’t even realize.”

You sat your bowl down to take the can from his outstretched hand.

He didn’t say anything, just looked around the store, his eyes never settling in one particular spot.

“Well, um, thanks.” you told him again after several long seconds of uncomfortable silence. “You didn’t have to bring it all the way over here.”

“Well, just. You paid for it, y’know?”

You nodded, watching as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Is that… all?” you asked, confused as to why exactly he was still standing there.

“Yes. Well,” he stood up a little straighter and took another step closer to the counter. “No, actually. I wanted to know if you were free this weekend? And if you were, to ask if you maybe wanted to go out? With me, I mean.”

You stared at him for a few moments, unsure whether or not this was actually happening, only brought out of your thoughts by your coworker gesturing at you from behind Steve in a Hello?? fashion.

“I- Yes. Yes, absolutely. I would love that.” you replied finally, smiling at him.

You could see him physically relax at your response, a crooked grin replacing the look of apprehension on his face.

You tore off a piece of receipt paper from the register and scribbled your phone number down on it.

“Call any time after seven.”

“Awesome. I’ll talk to you tonight.”

You nodded, handing him the slip of paper.

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

He left the store with a wave and a smile, and a promise to call you that evening.

“See!” your coworker said excitedly, rushing to the counter. “I told you! I’m never wrong about this kind of thing.”

You rolled your eyes at her but the smile didn’t leave your face.

----

Steve bounced back into Scoops, flourishing the paper with your number on it over his head for Robin to see.

“She said yes!” he laughed. “She gave me her number and told me to call her tonight. Holy shit, Rob! This is actually happening! Do you have any idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this?”

He watched as she reached through the partition, bringing out the whiteboard and putting a tally underneath both the “YOU SUCK” and the “YOU  RULE” sides, making it 5:1.

“What?? Why do I suck?” he asked incredulously, looking at his friend in disbelief.

“Because you screwed it up the first time.”

“That’s not fair!”

“It’s not fair that you sent her back to work with shattered dreams, either.”

“Oh, come on.” he scoffed, “I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

“Maybe.” She shrugged. “We’ll see how you do on the actual date. Maybe you can make it five to two.”

[peterthepark]

hey your stuff is really good, could I request some steve ?? something along the lines of just hanging out with him ( and possibly the party ?? ) and realising that you love him, like really love him . thanks

i kinda changed this up a bit?? kinda made it so that it was steve who realized it? hope it’s still what u want tho, thank u! <3

I Know.

Steve Harrington x Reader

The forest is dark and eerie as owls hoot throughout the night. Moonlight peeks from the slender branches of the tall trees, welcoming with a light breeze.

It would be scary if you weren’t surrounded by a bunch of idiots.

The leaves under your shoes crunch loudly, causing you to cringe at the sudden noise. Dustin’s head snaps around to look at you, eyes wide as he shines a flashlight at your face. You squint through the harsh light, groaning.

“Dude! What ever happened to staying quiet?” He whisper-shouts at you, arms outstretched by his sides. Steve chuckles, turning away from his curly-haired friend to stop himself from laughing any louder.

“I’m sorry that I can’t see where I’m going! You’re the only one with the flashlight!” You point at him, clutching onto Steve’s arm as you all continue to walk blindly.

Who the hell thought that playing hide and seek - in a forest, nevertheless, during a dark Halloween night - would be a good idea?

“Okay, I saw Mike go that way, and I think Lucas is somewhere up high, so... wait, did you hear that?”

Dustin’s voice slowly fades in the background as you and Steve lag behind him. His boots drag against the October leaves, a strand of hair falling in front of his eyes.

You and Steve had always been good friends. Maybe a little more - but you weren’t sure, considering you had never talked about feelings or where you stood in his life. You knew he wasn’t looking for anything serious after Nancy Wheeler, so any plans of trying to ‘date’ anyone was probably out the window for him.

You hadn’t seen him or your younger friends in months, only coming home during breaks or summer to visit.

“So...” Steve starts, eyes trained on the earthy ground. He glances up at you, puffs of air leaving his mouth from how freezing cold it was. “How’s college? You, uh, you go to-“ He gestures randomly, stumbling over his words as he avoids your questioning stare. “You go to, um, Purdue? Right? Yeah? Purdue?”

“I do, yeah.” You nod slowly, finding amusement in how flustered he seems to be. Weirdo. “Congrats on being able to read my sweatshirt.” You chuckle at him, stuffing your hands in the front pocket.

“Oh! Oh, woah. I-I actually didn’t see that. Just... guessed, y’know?” He nods at himself, sticking his head out to read the design on your clothing. His Adam’s apple bobs with uncertainty when he gulps audibly, eyes searching around through the darkness. “How is it? Purdue, I mean. It’s a great school from what I’ve heard.”

“Yeah, it is. But, nothing beats home.” You grin, bumping shoulders with him playfully as you step over a fallen tree trunk. “I’ve missed you, Harrington.”

“Really?”

You can just picture his expression - eyebrows raised and lips pulled into a straight line. He coughs unexpectedly, pausing in his tracks.

That’s when you realize.

“Where’s Dustin?” You murmur, spinning around slowly in hopes of finding the kid and his stupid flashlight.

“He’s fine.” Steve clears his throat, hitting his chest with a closed fist before he places his hands on his hips. “Uh, he... he really knows his way around these woods so, you know. He’ll be fine.”

A comfortable silence washes over the forest, and you can’t help but keep talking.

“How are you, Steve?” You groan softly as you crouch down to sit on a rocky ledge, patting the empty spot beside you. He quickly moves to sit, almost losing his balance as he tries to squat down. You both laugh, feet kicking at one another subconsciously.

“I’m alright. It’s too quiet down here without you. Not that - not that you’re too loud or anything, but...”

“I know.” You reply comfortingly.

Steve places his hand down, jumping slightly when he feels yours beneath his. “Oh! Sorry. It’s dark. Didn’t mean to do that. Sorry.”

“Did you give Dustin all your charm or what?” You tease him, feeling around for his hand. You blush for a second, feeling a bit doubtful of the confidence radiating off of your behavior.

“What? Never. It’s still here, somewhere.” His voice dips to a hushed tone as he mentions the last phrase, before he stares down shyly at his lap. “It’s cause you’re back, I think.”

“Hm?” You furrow your brows, partly confused at what he seems to be getting at.

“Whenever you’re around, I-I kinda get...” He scratches his neck with his other hand. His face scrunches up in embarrassment. “I kinda get nervous around you? I just - ugh, I just don’t know. You’re cool and - and pretty and... you being gone made me realize a lot of things.” He bites at the inside of his mouth, cursing under his breath with closed eyes. “Y’know?”

You’re surprised. A little bit taken aback.

Your sudden silence doesn’t help Steve with his thoughts at all.

“And well, if you don’t feel the same then - then that’s okay! It’s, ha, it’s okay with me.” He shrugs, pushing his hair back. “I can handle rejection. I suck, anyways.” He chuckles, rubbing his nose out of nervousness.

“Hey.” You nudge him with your shoe, looking up at him. “I like you, too.”

He’s an idiot.

“But uh... I-I don’t like you?!” He says loudly.

Ouch.

“What? Dude, okay. Ow.” You scoff at him, feeling your chest tighten with hurt. You stand up, brushing your hands on your jeans. “Could’ve said that a bit nicer, Steve. Lighten the load on me.”

“No! No! That’s not what I meant!” He scrambles to his feet as you walk away from him, arms swinging hastily at your sides in an effort to get away from him. Steve facepalms himself. “Y/N! Come back!”

“You’re such a - ugh!” You groan at him, whipping around to face him. You stomp your shoe onto the ground, feeling mud splatter everywhere. “You’re an ass.”

“Listen-“

“No!” You pull at your hair, eyes wide with offense.

He really had to hurt you like that.

“Listen to me!” Steve shares the same look, enunciating his words with irritation. You both look like wild animals - chests heaving as you stare each other down. He huffs at your quivering lip and your defensive stance, laughing at how far of a turn this took. “I don’t like you... because I love you, Y/N.”

“Dude.”

You turn around as Steve looks past your shoulder, rolling his eyes.

Dustin stands with a look of shock, jaw hanging open. Lucas and Max are whispering to one another, snickering. Mike is grinning with beady eyes, glancing around at his friends.

“Dude, what did I tell you?!” Dustin punches Mike’s shoulder, dropping his flashlight in doing so. “He loves her! He fucking loves her!”

“Hey! Language!” You and Steve shout simultaneously, pointing fingers at the foul-mouthed boy.

“This is a private matter, guys!” You sigh at the kids, cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Just...”

“Steve loves you, Y/N. He’s a dumb doofus who doesn’t know how to show it, but he does.” Mike interrupts, stepping forward. “He’s literally cried about you to all-“

“Hey! Hey! No! Shut the hell up!” Steve rushes towards him, but you press your hand to his chest, stopping him.

“You really do love me?” You ask, hand still pressed against his sternum.

“Yeah, dude.” Steve blinks at you, hands on his hips.

“Did he just call her dude? Oh, my god.” Max shakes her head, groaning with frustration. “We’re leaving. Come on.”

“You love... me?” You question once more, clutching the fabric of your sweatshirt as you feel tears brim at your eyes.

“Y/N...” Steve takes your hands into his, looking down at you lovingly. “You know I’ve loved you. I always have.”

“I mean... I thought - I’ve thought that you’ve had a crush on me, but this is totally different.” You shake your head, seriously astonished. “So much for plot-twists.”

“Was it really not obvious?” He squints at you, pulling you closer to him.

“You call me dude, Steve.” You laugh at him, pushing at his shoulder as you try to catch up with the others.

“Yeah? And?” He grins, following after you.

“You’re actually an idiot.” You glance back at him.

“I know.”

He stops in his tracks, smiling widely as you continue to walk.

He loves you.

“Aren’t we gonna kiss?” He shouts after you, throwing his head back with a dramatic groan when you decide to flip him off.

He loves you so much.

[nonsensical-shitposting]

Petrichor (Seeker fanfic): Chapter 1

Here’s the first chapter of a @seekerquest reader-insert fanfic, the general premise of which is that the reader appears at the beginning of the story and proceeds to try to make things better, only to end up… not doing that. Huge thanks to @the-sans-the-sans-the-sans for cowriting parts of this- they were a massive help with dialogue, planning, and generally everything. The next chapter should be coming soon!

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You open your eyes, and your first thought is that grass isn’t supposed to be purple.

Your second thought is that somebody’s hesitantly poking your shoulder.

Your third thought is that this feels way too real to be a dream.

You sit up abruptly, ignoring the sudden dizziness filling your head as you look around you. Purple grass, fog lingering over everything, gray cloudy sky…

“Uh. Who are you?”

Your fourth thought is whoever that voice belongs to, they sound kinda like John Mulaney, but female, and then you spin around and where you are suddenly becomes much clearer.

The “person” speaking to you is a small, white bunny with big yellow eyes, who is currently staring at you in confusion- not total, abject confusion, but it’s clear that she doesn’t know what’s going on.

It’s also clear, at least to you, that she is Seeker, the titular protagonist of the webcomic by the same name.

Under any other circumstances, you’d expect yourself to start thinking things like how did this happen and then quickly move on to freaking out over the implications of this, but somehow you’re able to keep your cool as you get to your feet and brush yourself off. Okay, looks like we’re in Pax’s world right now. When is this in the timeline? Seeker isn’t gray yet, so it’s still early- actually, hang on… You tilt your head to look behind Seeker, and sure enough, there’s the pillar/column thing she appeared on. So, probably really early on, then.

“Did you meet Darth Noodlecat yet?” you ask her.

Seeker furrows her brow. “What… does any of that mean? You’re the first person I’ve seen here, if that’s what you’re asking. I turned around and you were just…” She gestures aimlessly. “…lying there on the ground.”

Okay, so probably the very beginning of the comic, then. Great, you think, pressing your palms against your temples as you do your best to stave off the probably-inevitable panic attack looming at the back of your mind. Okay, think. What do you… actually, no, first things first, you need to find somewhere to hide before Impaxter shows up. How…

“Hey!” Seeker snaps her fingers directly in front of your face, causing you to flinch. “Can you hear me?”

“I need to hide.” you say, less to her and more just in general. You have a feeling Impaxter won’t react well if he sees you. Feeling distinctly idiotic, you crouch behind the column, glad it’s large enough to conceal you. “Pretend I’m not here,” you tell her. “I’ll explain as soon as the Impostor finishes his spiel, but I don’t want to find out what’ll happen if he sees me.”

You can tell Seeker’s still confused, but to her credit, she nods and gets back up onto the column. Honestly, you thought she’d be more argumentative. “Who’s-”

You shush her immediately, hunkering down even more behind the column in a desperate attempt to conceal yourself. Dread roils within you as you realize you don’t remember which direction the Impostor came from in the original comic- what if you’re crouching directly in his line of sight?

Fortunately, luck is on your side, and the footsteps you can hear approaching come from the other side of the pillar. You hold your breath and keep as still as you possibly can.

“You are back here.” the Impostor says. His voice “sounds” more like one of your own thoughts than anything else, but… clinging, somehow, as if it’s gradually filling your skull with a rotting, cloying odor until it spills out of your eyes and nose and mouth in horrible spidery tendrils. You’re distantly aware that you’re shaking and pray that he can’t hear you. “That is interesting. You moved, and then you came back to where I put you.”

“What?” Seeker asks. She sounds… scared, at least a little. Then again, given how you acted right before he showed up, you might have something to do with that. Oops.

“You are fearful.” observes the Impostor slowly. “That is also interesting. Why?”

Because you’re a creepy cat-shaped toothpick, that’s why, you think, desperately hoping Seeker doesn’t say something stupid in response.

“I’m not!” Seeker insists before jumping right into interrogating him. “Who are you? Why did you put me up here anyway? And what’s with your ears?” You would laugh at her last question- you almost forgot about that line- but you’re just too terrified to find any amusement in this.

“Ears.” the Impostor repeats.

“Yeah, you’ve got big, long ears. Is there a reason for that, or… are you just gonna keep staring at me?”

Their conversation seems to be back on track to how it was in canon, so you tune it out for now. Your lungs are starting to burn, so carefully, quietly, slowly, you allow yourself to breathe. Luckily, the Impostor doesn’t seem to hear you, which is weird considering how ridiculously large his ears are. (This time, you can feel nigh-hysterical laughter bubbling up in your throat at your internal quip, but you force it down.)

“The Seeker. That is you,” says the Impostor, drawing your attention back to their conversation.

“Is that my name, or my job?” Seeker asks.

“I will wait up there. Return if you find the truth.”

“Woah woah woah, hang on!” Seeker shouts, earning a slight smirk from you despite your fear. There’s the Seeker we all know and love. “What makes you think I’m just gonna do what you say?”

“You have something else to do?” the Impostor asks rhetorically. You hear his footsteps receding, and the creeping feeling of his presence leaves with him.

Once you’re sure he’s out of earshot, you sigh in relief (cliched a thing to do as it is) and sag back against the column, parts of you that you didn’t even know were tensed relaxing. If there was any upside to you being scared out of your mind for the past however many minutes, it’s that the majority of your existential panic over what might have put you in a world that is, as far as you know, supposed to be fictional was rerouted into being afraid of the Impostor.

There’s a sudden fwump noise, and a pair of bright yellow eyes are abruptly staring into yours as two floppy ears sort of swing awkwardly down and smack you in the chest and stomach. All you need to do is glance up to see that Seeker apparently thought it would be a good idea to flip her head upside down and over yours to stare at you, instead of just getting off the pillar and approaching you from the front like a normal person. “Okay, back up a little there, Seeks,” you say, instinctively leaning away from her.

Seeker grumbles but complies, pushing herself down off the column again and flopping inelegantly into a seated position next to you. “So. Talk.” she demands.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Where do I even start?”

Judging by the look she’s giving you, Seeker clearly thinks it should be obvious. “Uh, how about… who are you? What are you? Where’d you come from? What’re all these weird fabric things you’re wearing?”

“I’m a human, and these are clothing. Do you not know what clothing is?”

“Not like that.” Seeker pokes your hoodie. “Why were you hiding from that bossy weirdo- what’d you call him, ‘Darth Noodlecat?’”

You can’t help but laugh a little at that- you almost forgot you called him that in your panic to hide. “No, that’s just… an insulting nickname I came up with for him on the spot. I don’t know if he has an actual name, but I just call him ‘the Impostor’ or ‘Impaxter.’”

“You sound like you know him.” Seeker observes.

You shrug as nonchalantly as you can. “I guess you could say that.” You can’t exactly tell her the truth, after all. Given that she’s probably only a few minutes old at this point, and also that she’s Seeker, she’s probably pretty gullible, but you doubt she’d believe you if you told her she was the main character of a webcomic- though, if she did, you have a feeling it’d result in quite the ego trip. Speaking of which… “You don’t happen to have any stupid voices in your head telling you to do dumb things, do you?”

“Uh. No? Is that something I’m supposed to have?”

“No, it just means things are going to be simultaneously easier and harder for us.” That is strange, though- why did she ask Impaxter the same things as she did in canon without them prompting her? Furthermore, the only reason you can think of why she wouldn’t have the askers telling her what to do is because you’re here, which raises a whole lot of other questions. On the other hand, if it means that Seeker’s going to do what you tell her to as if you were the askers… well, you can figure that out later. Right now, you need to come up with an excuse for why you’re here and then try to make things better. Other than exposing Impaxter earlier, though, you’re not sure there’s much you can do right now with what you know- last time you saw it update, the comic had only gotten up to-

Seeker snaps her fingers in front of your face several times again, bringing you back to reality. (Your new reality, anyway.) “Right, sorry. Uh… do you have any other questions?”

“Why’s that guy an ‘impostor?’” Seeker asks impatiently.

“Long story short, this world belongs to someone called Pax- nice dude, made a lot of cool stuff. Now that guy’s there in his world acting like it belongs to him, and I don’t know where Pax is, hence…” You shrug. “The Impostor. Or Impaxter- y’know, combination of ‘impostor’ and ‘Pax.’”

“Did you know this ‘Pax’ guy?”

“Not really?” While you can be honest, there’s no reason you can’t leave a few things out here and there. She wouldn’t believe the full truth anyway. “I never met him in person, if that’s what you’re asking. I… know some things about this world and the people who’re supposed to be in it, but not a lot, and I can’t say how I know them, either.” Tone is everything, and if yours just so happens to make Seeker interpret “I can’t say” as “I don’t know,” then that’s her problem. “I don’t know how I ended up here, but I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.”

“Yeah, that’s the general feeling I’m getting off of you.” Seeker nods.

“Wait, what? What do you mean by that?”

Seeker’s eyes narrow as she stares at you more closely, simultaneously demonstrating how little she understands the concept of personal space. “I… don’t really know? I dunno how to explain it, it’s just that… just looking at you makes me feel like you shouldn’t exist.”

“Huh.” You don’t have much of anything to say to that. You know what she’s saying is true on some level- you shouldn’t be part of this story- but yet, somehow, you are. “…okay, I have an idea.” you say, shaking your head. “I’ll help you figure out what happened to this world, and in return, you’ll help me figure out why I’m here. Sound like a deal?”

“…I mean, what are you gonna do if I say no?”

You hadn’t thought about that, actually. You should be able to find Fen as long as you get to that pipe thing and wait for him, and if he doesn’t show up, you think you know how to get to the door into the Family’s hallway, but you have no clue what you’d do after that or how you’d convince them to help you out. “I dunno. I guess I’d be kind of screwed.”

Seeker sighs reluctantly. “Alright, fine. I guess if helping you out means that… um, the Impostor has to wait longer to find out what happened to this place, it’s worth it.”

“That’s the spirit!” You try to give her a reassuring grin, but even you can tell it’s shaky. For a moment there, you were genuinely concerned she’d refuse to help you.

“Just, uh, one thing. What’s your name?” Seeker asks. “Do you even have one?”

You’re about to answer, but you realize with a shock that you don’t know what it is. You remember what your life before waking up here was like, you remember your family and friends, you remember every other detail of your however many years of existence- just not your own name. That seems like a very specific and arbitrary thing for whatever (or whoever) brought you here to make you forget, but what with how implausible everything else that’s happened to you in the last few minutes is, you’re inclined to set it aside for now.

“I don’t know.” you answer, brow furrowed. “I… don’t think I remember?”

“Well, how about ‘Speaker,’ then?” Seeker suggests. At your confused look, she adds, “Because you’re a weird… thing speaking to me, and it rhymes with Seeker!”

“Speaker?” You can’t stop a small grin from spreading across your face- somehow, that feels right in a way you can’t quite describe. “Yeah, that works. Alright, ‘Speaker’ it is, then.”

“Okay!” Just like that, Seeker immediately jumps on to a wholly different topic. “You said you know about this world and stuff, right?” At your hesitant nod, she continues, “Alright, so where should we go first?”

“Uh…” You consider. It’d be a good idea to find Fen as soon as possible- he probably has the best chance out of anyone at figuring out what the hell’s going on- but you also don’t think it’d be a good idea if Seeker skipped any of the memory orbs. With your luck, whichever one she missed would probably contain some major plot-relevant information that wouldn’t have become apparent until the end of the comic or something like that. “There’s some ruins in the fog over…” You spin in a circle, trying to figure out which way she would’ve headed originally. “Thataway. It’s probably a good place to start exploring, I think there was some important stuff going on there.”

“Alright,” Seeker nods, and just like that, she’s up and heading towards the ruins, and you hastily follow her, your mind immediately spiraling back into what comes next. At the very least, you can probably predict what’s going to happen in the near future, but everything after that is going to be more difficult to figure out as it diverges from the original comic- just Seeker knowing that the Impostor isn’t Pax is going to change a lot of things right off the bat as soon as the two of you encounter Fen. Furthermore, you think you remember the creator saying that the comic was about halfway done maybe a month ago, so that’s a lot of lore and plot you know nothing about that you’ll have to improvise your way through. While Seeker seems to have bought everything you told her, you have a feeling the Family’s going to be a bit more inquisitive about how you know the things you do know, and you’re not sure what you’re going to do then. You sure as hell can’t tell them they’re fictional characters, that’s for certain, but you don’t know what else you can tell them- pleading ignorance is only going to take you so far, and-

Your thoughts and worries are abruptly cut off by a sudden tug on your hair- not painful, but hard enough to make you flinch. You whip your head to the side and glare at Seeker, who raises her hands and takes a step back, face full of feigned innocence. “Don’t pull my hair.”

“I didn’t know if it was attached to your head!” Seeker protests. “It’s weird.”

You almost want to laugh, but it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to give her the satisfaction. Her antics were a lot funnier when there was a screen separating you, that’s for sure. “Just. Don’t, okay?”

“Okay!” Seeker keeps her hands raised, a slight whining tone entering her voice.

“Okay.” you repeat, shaking your head. I have a lot of work to do.

[kaveija]

if you don’t mind me asking here too 🤣 but could you possibly write about wayv’s reaction to y/n burning their tongue (not like severely) while cooking for them i feel so selfish for asking sm heH you have complete creator freedom thank u 💕

Omg no problem ❤️❤️❤️ I rarely get asks so I’m incredibly honored 🥴 also I changed it a little because my cooking knowledge is slim to none but I hope that you still like this 🥺🥺

WayV Reacting to You Burning Your Tongue

Kun

“Ah!” Your fingers quickly touched the tip of your tongue. This was the fourth time this week that you’ve burned your tongue with hot tea, and it’s almost like you’ll never learn.

Kun, your boyfriend of six months, was sitting on the couch when your sudden outburst caught his attention.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He stood up and was by your side in an instant.

“Im oathay.” You slurred, your tongue hanging half way out of your mouth.

Kun’s worried expression turned into relief. “You’re such a dork, my angel.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead before reaching in the freezer and dropping two ice cubes in your cup.

“Be careful from now on, okay?”

Sicheng

You tried to contain the tears that gathered in your eyes as you faced away from your lover. Time and time again he would remind you when something was hot, yet his amazing cooking skills and mouth watering display caused you to ignore it every time.

This time it was home made tomato soup, sided with a four cheese grilled sandwich.

The soup it’s self was a beautiful blood orange color, swirls of cream and seasonings coated the top. You wasted no time in shoving a spoonful in your mouth, regretting it immediately. You swallowed and held a poker face to Sichengs knowing eyes. He already had a cup of ice at hand, knowing darn well you put food before your own safety.

“I swear you’re gonna do this till your tongue falls off.” He smiled, holding the frosted glass out to you.

You grabbed it and placed the cold surface against your tongue, sighing as the fresh feeling wiped out the stinging you felt moments earlier.

“You know me too well.” You spoke softly, now able to form coherent words.

“Well of course, if I’m gonna be taking care of you the rest of your life, I better prepare myself now, hm?”

Ten

“Just one sip”

“In a minute babe, it’s still hot.”

“But that’s when it tastes the best...”

“No, be patient.”

Patience? We don’t know her. You waited till his eyes were off you when your mitten covered hands reached for the mug of hot chocolate. Your boyfriend makes it special with a shot of butterscotch vodka, soothing it’s way down your throat. Except it didn’t this time. It burned going down. The high temperature of the liquid stuck with your tongue, all your taste buds disappearing.

“Y/N!” Ten groaned when you let out a soft whine, tongue grasped in between your thumb and forefinger. “I told you to be patient...”

He picked up a small ball of snow from the ground, gently pressing it to your tongue until the pain washed away.

“Better?” He asked.

“Better.” You pouted.

He chucked before swooping in for a quick kiss, casually returning to the camp fire after making sure you were okay.

Lucas

“Uh oh.” You groaned, pressing your tongue against the cool glass of your bedroom window. Why you felt the need to take that dumb dare, you have no idea. Who the hell puts their tongue over a lighter to ‘see if it would catch flame?’. You. You are that idiot that fell for your little bothers stupid pestering.

“Babe.” Lucas called out to you, engrossed in your window licking. “Babe.” He called out again after you ignored his first chime. You weren’t ready to face his teasing. You already felt pretty dumb, but you’d never admit it.

“Do you want some ice?” You could here the smile in his voice.

“Eh.” You groaned out.

“Are you sure?” He was grinning widely now.

“Em..” You turned around, tongue still throbbing. “I’m a big girl, I got thith.”

You fumbled with your words and plopped yourself in his lap, still wanting his comfort. He chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair.

“My little weirdo.”

Hendery

Hendery held your gaze as you lifted the coffee mug to your lips. Under the table, his hands played with the ice pack he’d already prepared. That coffee was just removed from the pot, and it was enough to burn your skin, let alone you’re tongue.

The twitch of your eye was a signal that you’d just burnt yourself. You quickly set the cup down and began fanning your tongue. He reached across the table, handing you an ice pack. You placed the cold item against your tongue and hummed in pleasure. Seconds passed before offense crossed your features.

Your boyfriends black face slowly turned into a smirk.

“How long have you been holding that ice pack.” You pegged it at him after fully recovering.

Hendery laughed and tossed the pack into the sink, making a mental not to wash it before placing it back in the freezer.

“We’ve been together how long?” He shook his head. “Almost every morning you burn your tongue.”

You blinked, ignoring the honesty he threw at you.

“You’re so mean.” You whined.

Hendery only smiled and reached to lace his fingers with yours.

“You still love me though.”

You sighed. “That, I do.”

YangYang

You were curled up on the couch, face buried in some math book your professor assigned to you. You’d been studying for the past two hours, yet your focus never faltered.

“I made tea, fresh off the stove!” Your boyfriend came in, two small mugs in his hand. You only half paid attention, reaching for the mug and pulling it to your lips.

“Oh!” You gasped, tongue throbbing to the pace of your heartbeat. Tears threatened to fall at the shocking feeling, and YangYang quickly came to your aid.

“I told you it was fresh..” he sighed and pulled you to the kitchen. Leaning over the sink, he reached for the nozzel and gently sprayed ice water on your tongue. Nothing was ever simple for him. When he panicked, he did dumb shit. This was one of them. You flailed you’re arms and reached for the handle, turning the water off.

The room was coated in blanket of silence before YangYang bursted into laughter. Your entire front side was soaked, but hey, your tongue didn’t hurt anymore.

XiaoJun

“BooBoo.” His voice was soft, yet enough to wake you from your slumber. You groaned, wiping away at your eyes. He chuckled, seeing your disheveled state.

“I made you some hot lemon water.” He sat next to you, stroking your cheek till you woke. You hummed and opened your eyes, adjusting to the brightness of your room.

“With a drop of sugar?” Your voice grumbled.

His face blanked for a second before he stood. “I’m sorry, I forgot that. Give me a second.” He spec out of your room.

You stared at the steaming glass, perfectly sliced lemons floating at the top. You’ve never tried hot lemon water without sugar before, only cold, and you hated it.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you reached for the cup. The moment the hot liquid met your tongue, you squealed and quickly placed it back on your nightstand. You began licking your hand, trying to remove the stinging from your mouth.

Xiaojun walked in to see you in such a weird action, before seeing your lip print in the fog of the glass. He covered his mouth, quiet chuckles leaving him.

“It’s not funny!” You whined. Well, it was a little funny. You joined in with his laughter, voices calming down before he helped you with your now burnt tongue.

“You gotta be more careful baby.” He smiled and kissed both of your cheeks before pressing a gentle kiss in your lips.

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• NOT PROOFREAD •

I hope you enjoyed this, baby ❤️

[scullysexual]

Noctorum: Chapter Two.

Chapter One.

So I’m a dumb-dumb who didn’t realise she put April 16 in the last chapter when it was supposed to say April 25 so when you read the first chapter, read it as 25 and not 16. Anyway, creepy towns, creepy girls, creepy people is what’s in this chapter and I really like Esther, she’s my little weirdo child.

Tagging: @today-in-fic @suitablyaggrieved @purrykat @mypanicface and @lappina. Feel free to let me know if you want to be tagged. 

NOCTORUM, NORTH CAROLINA

APRIL 26

10:11 am

Noctorum was a quiet town. Quaint. With its small population of only 422 people, it’s a town often forgotten about, a town were certain things can happen and nobody would ever found out.

Mulder stands just outside of its gates, the rental car unable to get through them. He senses immediately that there’s something off about this little town- perchance the possibility to get mysteriously pregnant aside- knowing that once he passes through these gates, it’ll be entering another world.

For now, he looks upon it; the cabins that stand in for houses, smoke escaping from the chimneys above, there’s a story to be told here.

He takes the camcorder out from his denim jacket. Casual clothes replace suits today, they’re here as a favour really, not under any bureaucratic order: his badge in his other pocket, his gun at his side, he’ll be the agent he is on all other cases but this is for his interest.

“What is it about small towns, Scully?” he asks at the sound of the car door shutting. “Why do they hold so many secrets?”

Scully hadn’t taken his prerogative. Her black and white suit stands out against the brown of the town and against his denim and plaid outfit. They’re a mismatched pair.

Scully doesn’t answer, instead she looks questioningly at the camera.

“Why do you have that? What are you hoping to video?”

He presses the record button and begins to video his surroundings.

“Evidence maybe,” Mulder says, focusing upon the gate. “You read the rest of that woman’s testimony right?”

Scully crosses her arms defensively over her body, “You mean the part where she says she was almost eaten by a giant tongue coming out of a rock?”

Mulder directs the camera towards Scully who turns away when she realises she’s on the tape. Smiling, Mulder says, “That’s the one!” He closes the camera. “Imagine if I caught that on tape…”

He places the camcorder back into his pocket, grabs his bag from off the ground and tosses it over his shoulder. “Let’s go Scully,” he says, beginning to make his way through the gate. “Let’s hope you don’t get pregnant.”

He stops in his tracks instantly, immediately regretting his choice of words. Mulder spins around, catching the last glimpses of pain on Scully’s face before she shields it behind stoicism.

“Scully, I’m so sorry…” he starts to apologise but Scully shakes him off, gripping her own bag harder as she moves in front of him.

“Forget it,” she says. The discovery of Emily and her death are  still fresh in their memories, it was a stupid slip of the tongue.

Mysterious pregnancies.

He was such an idiot at times.

“Scully,” he calls and she stops and turns to him. “If this case ever gets too much, please let me know.”

He watches her think for a moment before she smiles slightly and answers, “I will.”

Content with her answer, Mulder adjusts his bag and follows her into the town.

  They find sheriff’s office fairly easy. It’s a cabin, like many of the others, though slightly bigger. As usual, it’s a two man police-force; Sheriff Abel Miller sits behind a counter, for the last ten minutes he’s been eyeing them and their badges suspiciously.

“Outsiders,” he says, not quite a statement, not quite a question. “And what brings us the pleasure of the FBI cause I sure as hell didn’t call y’all.”

Scully looks to Mulder before speaking. “We’re here investigating a missing persons case…” she pauses slightly. “A woman called Jessica Mason went missing from here about a week ago, her husband was told to contact us.”

“Jessica?” Miller asks, Mulder doesn’t miss the way he almost spits her name out. “Ain’t nobody here by that name.”

“We reckon she may have been a tourist,” says Mulder. “An outsider, as you call them. You don’t remember her?”

The sheriff leans back into his chair, thinking, thinking, thinking…

“No, sorry, I don’t,” he finally answers. Then he moves forward again. “But if she was here for a while, the bed and breakfast up the road is probably you’re best bet,” he tells them. He moves towards the telephone just to the left of him. “I’ll give Ruth a call, let her know you’re coming.”

“Thank you,” Scully says. They go to turn away before Miller is calling them back.

“You may want to book a night there yourself,” he suggests. “Ain’t no other place for miles.”

There was no mistaking the uneasiness, the weariness their presence seemed  give the sheriff. Mulder looks to Scully- she felt it too.

“We will do,” she says. “Thank you.” They take their leave.

  The Bed and Breakfast isn’t too far from the sheriff’s office. Again, it’s slightly bigger than all the other cabins yet not as large as the office had been. A few knocks and Mulder leans against the railing.

“What did you think of the sheriff?” Mulder asks as they wait for the door to open. “Not get a weird sense from him?”

“I think he just doesn’t like that we’re on his territory,” Scully says, keeping her eyes on the shut door. “Need I remind you we have no jurisdiction on this case, Mulder?”

“We’re not here as FBI agents.”

She looks at him, then, giving him the raised eyebrow look.

“But we’re using our badges to gain information.”

Mulder shrugs, “Initiative.” He looks to the still shut door. “Maybe nobody’s home.”

Just then, the door opens and a woman with blonde hair stands in its threshold. “Sorry,” she says. “I was just finishing some business. How can I help you?”

“We’re here to ask you some questions,” Scully says, fishing out her badge. Mulder follows suit, holding his own up.

The woman looks between the two IDs. “Right,” she says. “Come in.”

The hallway is short. A doorway to the right, the kitchen and dining area straight ahead, in front of them stairs. A portrait of a fat man hangs on the wall, a desk with a check-in book and telephone sit just before the stairs. Mulder notes the check-in book.

They follow the woman down the hallway and into the room on the right. It’s a glorified sitting room, with more chairs to hold more guests. A table with cards left upon it sits in the corner, faded red fabric couches fill the rest of the room. There’s no TV, no lighting system and no other means of entertainment aside from the cards resides in the room. Strange.

“Would you like some tea?” the woman asks.

“Sure, thank you,” says Scully.

The woman leaves momentarily. Mulder leans over to Scully who sits beside him on the couch.

“Because this place isn’t strange,” he says.

She has no time to reply as the woman walks back into the sitting room. A smile on her face, she sits herself down in the adjacent couch.

“So, what questions do you have?”

“Did anyone named Jessica or Rob Mason stay here?” Mulder asks.

“Not that I can remember,” the woman says. There’s a slight falter to her smile. “When would this have been?”

“About a week ago?”

The woman thinks for a moment. “No, not that I can remember.”

“There’s a check-in book in the hallway,” Mulder mentions. “Would their names not be in that?”

The woman laughs lightly. “If I’m to be honest, that book is for show. I don’t get enough guests here to justify using it.” Her attention is taken to the door then. “Ah, this will be your tea.”

A young girl, no more than nine, enters, three cups of teas balanced in her arms on a tray. She places the tray on the coffee table then begins to hand to cups out to the three of them.

“Thank you,” Scully says when the girl passes one to her. The girl makes no acknowledgement that Scully said anything.

“You may leave now,” the woman says to the girl. The girl goes.

“Who’s the girl?” Mulder asks still looking towards the door.

“Esther,” the woman answers.

“Is she your daughter?” asks Scully.

The woman laughs. “God no. She just lives here and helps out.” She looks at them sternly then. “I do not force her to work for me,” she jokingly says.

Mulder laughs slightly, Scully manages a smile.

“No,” the woman says with a sigh. “Her parents died five years ago so the sheriff thought it best she live here with me. It’s not an issue, she never speaks, never causes a fuss. Though, at times she can be a little…strange.”

“How so?” Scully asks.

Mulder zones out of the conversation, his eyes flicking around the room. They land on a photo of the same woman in this room and with her stands a girl- not the nine year old- another one, older and a resemblance to the woman. He goes over to it.

“What’s he looking at?” the woman asks.

“Who’s this?” Mulder asks, pointing to the girl in the photo.

“That is my actual daughter.”

Mulder nods. “Is she here?”

“N- no…” the woman falters again and Mulder doesn’t miss it. “She’s away…in college.”

Mulder decides not to press anymore and instead moves away from the photo.

“Well, thank you, Mrs…” Scully begins.

“Ruth,” the woman says. “Everyone calls me Ruth.”

“Ruth,” Scully repeats. “You’ve been very helpful.”

They go leave before Ruth is stopping them.

“Are you planning on staying for a while?” she asks. “It’s just, I noticed the bags and, well, if you’re looking for a place to stay...”

“Yes,” says Mulder.

Ruth smiles. “I’ll just get to your keys.” She disappears back out the room.

Once she’s gone, Mulder turns to Scully again.

“We need to look in that check-in book,” he says and Scully nods.

Ruth returns, two old-fashioned keys in her hands. “There you go,” she says, handing one to Mulder then the other to Scully. “Rooms one and two are open for you.”

“Thank you,” says Mulder. He leaves the sitting room, making his way up the stairs and to his room, Scully trailing a slight bit delayed behind him.

So far he hasn’t learned much about Jessica Mason’s disappearance. All he knows is that he was right in his assumption earlier; small towns are very good at keep secrets.