#even if you sleep in socks like a cute little psychopath

[sanomanjiroceo]

I want to wake up like this every morning for the rest of our lives @desireedumont​ 

[gas-station-chai]

Stalker!Tony AU rambles from my notes app

Jantonio (Jack/Tony) based delusions from my plagued mind :3 Enjoy at your own risk.

stalker Tony au where he actually works part time at the gas station (like 4-6 hrs a day kinda shifts) but stays longer just to hang out/talk to the cute overnight manager who he usually takes over his shift. As he works there longer and longer, Tony realizes something: staying in that building doesn’t make you crazy, it brings out whatever crazy that was already in you. It takes some fucked up, repressed shit buried deep in your subconscious and brings that motherfucker into the light (example: Calvin Ambrose) 

In Tony’s case? His little crush on jack is suddenly a full-on obsession. It’s a gradual spiral, but he doesn’t notice until it’s too late. In the beginning he catches himself trailing after Jack around the store, and he’s a little confused and embarrassed when he’s asked about it, telling Jack it’s the lack of sleep that’s making him weird, which Jack laughs at with an “I can relate to that.” He subconsciously begins going after anything Jack-related after that; a pen he chewed on here, a paper coffee cup he’d tossed after his shift there, even a few articles of clothing from his emergency kit in the closet (Jack would probably blame the missing shirts on Jerry, anyways). He doesn’t even notice he’s taking these things until he goes home and realizes his bag is a little heavier than when he first got to work. 

At this point he starts to realize he’s losing it. He’s trying to reason with himself with the reminder of,  'how fuckin creepy this is with your face shoved into your coworker’s shirt while you're grinning like a psychopath,' but there’s a giddy, sick sort of glee he’s getting from it that overpowers his logical side, so he starts to up the ante. 

It’s super easy to get pictures of Jack since his head is either buried deep in a book or in the clouds. Tony couldn’t be more thankful for his uncaring (if not a bit airheaded) nature. He thinks about getting a Polaroid camera so he doesn’t have to print photos off a flash drive somewhere public, and he knows if Jack heard the shutter and click of cameras, he wouldn’t question it. Hell, he’d probably just stuff in some earplugs to ignore the sound. But he holds off, reasoning that it’d be playing too risky. In the end, he settles for home-printed pictures on printer paper, which he obsessively pins to his room walls. 

Tony never admitted to himself what he was doing was considered stalking until he actually started stalking him. It wasn’t even on purpose… at first, anyways. He’d been driving around town when he spotted Jack getting dropped off at the local bookstore, and that’s where it started. Tony’s phone camera was trained on his friend before he even registered his actions. 

He told himself that this was a one time thing, that he’d be content with seeing him at work, but with every day and every “just one more time,” he knew he was fighting a losing battle with himself. (Jack doesn’t have many outfit variations so his photo gallery folder of him at New Pages looks like they’re all from the same day. Tony cherishes them all the same)

Since jack doesn’t go many places when he’s not working, it was only a matter of time until Tony eventually followed him home and found out where he lived. He thinks it’ll be difficult to get in when he’s not home cos he assumes he’s living with family, but after a long stakeout with no other sign of life in the house he concludes that Jacks living all alone. 

He’s actually really proud of Jack for being so careful and prepared for a break-in with his three-lock system, but simultaneously disappointed at how easy it was to get in through the back door. It’s here that he starts taking more things to fuel his infatuation: from socks, loose hairs and even a few pieces of silverware that he’d assumed jack had used that day. He knew how fucked up and overboard this was starting to become, but he was long past the point of trying to reason with himself by now. 

He’s torn between liking Jerry for his loose-lipped tendencies and hating him for his friendliness. On one hand, Jerry sucks at the whole privacy thing, which benefits him. Tony usually sugarcoats his questions about jack, disguising them as offhand comments about their manager, but sometimes he thinks he doesn’t even have to with the way the blond will easily blabber on about the tired man. On the other hand, there’s a jealous rage in the pit of his stomach every time he watches the ex-cultist bound towards Jack and start goofing around as if they were best friends. 

Tony being jealous of how close Jerry’s getting to Jack, but not being able to get closer to him himself bc Jack throws him off whenever they talk (eg: The bar invite was supposed to be a date but Jack made it weird and Tony got infected by the awkward and didn’t know what else to say)

(I could link it back to cannon by making his obsession somehow lead to him getting in contact with Roger :eyes:)

[internalsealpanic]

Stiff Peaks and Soggy Bottoms

mood board by: @knightfall05x​ (wuv you)

summary: You, Tim, and Kon try to bake. It ends well. 

A/n: Thanks to @littleredwing89​ and @multifandomgirl-us​ for proof reading. I was watching Kitchen Nightmares while writing this. I am surprised how fluffy this came out. You can blame my need for more poly and this piece by @symeona​. I have not shut up about this piece 50 years later (Hi Sym *waves*-Fish). I forgot to mention that reader is more or less gender neutral or I attempted.

warnings: Terrible cooking

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Kon yawns, scratching at his broad chest and running his hand through his tangle of curly black hair. He blinks one eye open successfully to the dim light flooding into the end of the hall likely coming in from the living room. The lights dance, glowing softly with faded color against the dark glossy wood of the floor. 

 Kon’s first sleep-addled thought is, Oh, Aliens. Ok, cool.

 It takes his brain a full minute to realize how much that doesn’t make sense. The apartment is dead silent, lacking the telltale whirring most spaceships give off when they’re hovering, the sounds of nervous fingers tapping against a stack of papers echoing in the mostly empty space. Kon strained his ears trying to focus on the other sounds flitting in the room. He can hear the steady calming beat of your heart come off rhythm, jumping a fraction of a beat faster. It wasn’t fast enough to say you were in danger. It was just fast enough to tell that you were extremely engaged in whatever was occupying your attention. Kon thinks it over. The last time he checked looking over papers- lab reports, especially- was the bane of your existence. He listens again. This time making out the voices coming from the TV. Kon wasn’t awake enough to understand what they were saying. 

 5:47 AM

 Kon groans trying his hardest not to laugh while he stares at his phone. You are an actual psychopath. Who wakes up at 5 AM? Villains that’s who. Did you even sleep? Why do you and Tim hate sleep so much? 

 Stepping into the living room as quietly as he can, he finds you huddled against the right side of the couch far away from the TV, your thick wool comforter draped over your head and shoulders making a fluffy tent. Strands of your messy bed head sticking out and swaying as you rock on your heels. Your stack of papers long since abandoned on the arm rest beside you. Kon can’t help but smile at how adorable you looked, still sleep rumpled and red-nosed from the cold. 

 Eyes glued to the TV, you pull up your knees to your chest revealing your fuzzy Red Robin socks. Kon frowns then makes a mental note to get you some Superboy socks later. You curl deeper into your comforter, easing and pressing into the armrest. All of your apprehension fading and relaxing as the rest of the world melted away. Kon smiles devilishly at your inattention. He tiptoes towards you which was entirely unnecessary because it didn’t matter that Kon was about as stealthy as a disco ball not when all of your attention was directed at the TV. 

 Kon launches himself at you too quickly for you to even react or comment or throw a pillow at him. You shriek as he lands on you, his muscular body squishing you into the couch. You wince hoping the neighbors didn’t hear. You’re not too worried about Tim waking up considering how tired he was. 

 “Morning, gorgeous.” Kon greets, winking and wrapping his arms around your waist. The audacity. You groan attempting to glare at him. He simply gives you a dopey smile. You have to blow out a raspberry to keep yourself from smiling back. You strain your lips into a flatline. The crow’s feet at the corners of your eyes betray you though. The corner of Kon’s mouth twitches, those big baby blues shining even in the dim light. He knows he’s won you over. 

 You’re too petty and sleep-deprived to give in. You roll your eyes at him, lips still wobbling and tingling from the effort of maintaining your unimpressed frown. Still, without resistance,  you shift the comforter and refold yourself to accommodate his intrusive form. Large arms wrap around your waist tighter as he lays his head in your stomach. How he finds this position comfortable for his neck is beyond you but you do appreciate the warmth. Kon’s smile widens as he looks up at you. It looks positively smug. Your nose scrunches up bracing for whatever Kon is about to say. 

 “Aw, baaabe, it looks good on you~” You look down at the oversized Superboy hoodie you’re wearing which was two times bigger than it needed to be as was standard of your hoodies.  You mutter a curse. Kon had been pestering you to wear it. It’s not that you didn’t want to. It’s just that you had a soft spot for the Impulse hoodie Bart got you a few years ago which meant it was your got-to-hoodie despite the fact that it was fraying.  It was in the wash so you decided to give this one a try and honestly, it is really fucking comfy and more importantly warm.  You huff at him, feeling your cheeks color. You glare at him, his dopey smile still plastered on his face. You make the executive decision to ignore him. 

 This decision does not last long. 

 About two minutes into your silent treatment, Kon whines and pouts weaponizing those baby blues. “Aw come on, gorgeous, you can’t stay mad at me forever.” He nuzzles into your stomach tickling your drawing a smile out of you. He grins at you and finally, you let yourself smile back fully. “Asshole.” You grumble.  He knows you can’t resist him when he’s being cute and calling you ‘gorgeous’. That is just plain cheating. Still, you relent. You wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders, running your hand gently through his dark hair allowing your fingers to tangle in his curls. The arms around you tighten a little pulling you closer to him. 

 Kon doesn’t need a reminder of how absolutely adorable you are but it is very much appreciated. Kon loves looking at you as the soft glowing colors flash across your face highlighting your features and softening them. In the dim light of the room and under the blankets, you press closer to him all the sharp edges of Gotham's alleys stripped away leaving you sleepy-eyed and very huggable. Between you and Tim, you were the one people pointed to when they thought Gothamite but that was the fun of it. He and Tim, they were the only ones who got to see this softer you. The you that you let get enraptured by hobbies and dumb little things. Kon held you close, relishing your presence. This was the version of you they got to keep for themselves and he wouldn't trade it for the world. 

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 Tim shifts feeling either side of him vacant.  Tim rolls over, arms searching for either you or Kon as his mind catches up. The warm sunlight brushes over his skin as he rolls over once again, stirring him from his sleep. Tim blinks, eyes adjusting to the morning light. 

 9: 10 AM

 He groans, shifting up and burying his head under the pillows hoping to once again fall asleep. 

 “Oh no no no no!”

 “Shush! Don’t jinx it!”

 Tim’s eye cracks open.  He lifts his head a bit tilting it to find the bedroom door open, your voices filtering in like dust in a sunbeam, pleasant but ultimately not helpful. 

 “I can’t jinx a pre-recorded show, genius!” 

 Tim sighs. Sleep was, inevitably, lost at this point. Tim debates on whether to keep himself under the covers and finally be able to hog the thick blankets. Or he could, possibly, investigate the commotion happening in your shared living room and risk freezing. Sadly, he chose the latter. 

 Blearily, Tim searches the room for a shirt only to find one of Kon’s discarded on the floor. Well, it’s not the first time he’s borrowed one of Kon’s shirts. 

 Tim wasn’t surprised to find you out of bed. After all, the idea of sitting still ate you alive. You were always, always the happiest when you were in motion when your hands were working to make something like some part of you was constantly vying for the chance to be something instead of just being. Tim completely understood the feeling. 

 Kon had once accused you of being a workaholic when in truth at the moment you had been avoiding work by doing one of your side projects. He had also accused both of you of being sleep allergic which is probably true but at least, Tim’s drink (read: poison) of choice was tea and not a cocktail of monster energy drinks and misery. 

 It was odd to find Kon out of bed though.  Kon could laze around in bed for days if you let him, so his being up was worth investigating if only to make sure the apartment didn’t burn down.  

 “Look what you did!”

 “It’s prerecorded, jackass!”

 “You cursed him and gave him a soggy bottom”

 Tim can tell just how long you’ve been glued to the T.V. based on the way your vowels slant to mimic that of the hosts. Tim’s slightly chapped lips curl as he shakes his head at the way you and Kon cock your heads towards the T.V., attention completely captured by what seems to be a cooking show. You held your breaths, waiting for the judge to say something. Kon shifts up, leaning his head against your shoulder.  Your limbs were tangled loosely against each other. It was a rare, lazy sort of affection that never failed to make Tim smile. 

 “Ok, no. That’s just mean.” You huff into Kon’s hair, looking absolutely petulant and cute. Tim works to stop an ‘aaaaawww’ rising from the back of his throat lest you throw a pillow at his head. 

 “Babe, it’s Paul Hollywood. What were you expecting?”

 “Human decency. She worked hard on that.” You whine, genuinely looking upset. 

 Seeing, your reaction Kon relents burrowing himself closer to you for comfort. “True.”

 Tim turned his attention to the T.V.. What he found made his brow shoot up. 

 “Great British Bake Off?” Tim asks, sliding into your left side and placing his head on your shoulder. There is a reason you guys bought an L-shaped couch. Said reason was named Conner Kent who liked laying on top of people. Those people being either of you. Tim snuggles into your side, earning him a kiss on his nose.   His nose scrunches feeling itchy. He lets out a small sneeze into the back of his hand. You blanch at him while Kon snorts, throwing him a box of tissues from the coffee table. 

 “Mornin’, Space Case.” You mumble giving him another kiss, this time on the corner of his lip. Tim blushes,  his face brighter than the sunlight outside your window. Tim is, sadly, incurably adorable.  

 Kon smiles at both of you smugly for what neither of you has any clue. Not until you see what Tim is wearing and not until Tim sees what you’re wearing. You groan and Tim blows out a  breath through his nose while Kon presses his positively glowing smile into your hoodie. He’s not going to shut up about this anytime soon or ever. 

 “Do you two even know anything about baking?” Tim asks, crossing his arms over his chest and smoothly changing the subject. 

 You and Kon share a look. 

 “Nope”

 “Yes”

 “Microwaves and watching this show doesn’t count.”

 “Ooook, fine. I don’t. Buuuuuut considering none of us can-”

 “I can cook.” Tim defends, clipped. You roll your eyes dramatically. Kon smirks, also doubtful. You flicker your eyes to Kon to meet his and with the brief contact, you know you’re on the same page. 

 “Microwaves don’t count, Tim.” Kon shoots back, pulling himself off you so he can show Tim the full extent of his Cheshire smile. You can see Tim drawing his hackles up, so both of you, being the little shits you are, continue to goad him. 

 “You can cook in theory,” You drawl, letting the challenge embed itself into the syllables. Tim cuts you a look. You simply look at him innocently. Tim  knows  that you’re baiting him. He definitely knows this and yet…

 “Fine!”

 “Fine?” 

 “Fine. We’ll even make something from the show!”

 “Even chocolate eclairs?” Kon says a little too eagerly. You were just gonna say meringues but chocolate eclairs sound fantastic.

 Tim throws up his arms and exasperates. “Sure! Why not?”

 You and Kon share a dopey smile, smug and preening as you look at him. Tim groans, placing his head in his hands. He knew this would happen. He knew. You and Kon high five and make a little “yeah!” noise in celebration.

 This will not end well.   

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 You twitch your lips staring down at Tim’s phone, deleting and retyping the message for the third time. You weren’t  sure  how to explain this without having Jason falling to the floor laughing. Your eyes stung from the smoke so you decided to just send him your third try. 

 Tim: Hey Jason, theoretically, say your oven caught on fire like via laser beam or something, do you just pour water on it?

 You wait a few minutes, watching the three dots indicating he was typing only for him to stop typing without replying. You make a small noise, which was thankfully lost to the bickering behind you when Jason’s phone number flashed on the screen. You’re always nervous about talking to Tim’s family. Tim had once assured you that you were overthinking it but still. To be fair, it was easier than dealing with Kon’s. Actually, no. No, it wasn’t. Both were intimidating but in very different ways. You do have to say that Jason, scary as he was, was easier to approach than say Bruce. 

 “Baby bird,” Jason says, the edge of a wheeze gripping his throat. Clearly, having just recovered from laughing his guts out. He breathes, hand slamming against what you suspect was either a kitchen countertop or a workbench or both knowing Jason. “Ok, ok, I’m good-” He clears his throat. “Kay, tell me what happened.”

 You flick your eyes toward the fire and your boys who were more or less still bickering, their voices tangling with the crackling of the flames. You’re mildly surprised that neither of them is on fire but you’re not holding your breath. They’ll probably be somehow combust in the next five minutes. You love them but they’re disasters.

 “We were trying to bake- shut up-” Jason does not snort any quieter. “And well, Tim thought-”

 “It was Kon’s idea!”

 “You let me!” Kon defends sounding utterly betrayed. 

 You groan and Jason snickers.  “What do we do?”

 “Have you tried apologizing to it?”

 “Jason, I’m being serious.”

 “So am I. Now, apologize.” You sigh exasperatedly. Waynes are assholes. 

 Tim raises a brow at you and you give him a shrug not really knowing what to tell him. “Apparently, we need to apologize to the oven.” You deadpan, immediately regretting even relaying it. How have you never decked Jason? It wasn’t fear. After all, you’ve decked Batman. Ok, in your defense lack thereof, that one was by accident or moreover reflexive. 

 “Hey Kon”

 “Both of you have to apologize too!”

 “First of all, I was in the bathroom getting towels when you two chucklefucks decided to use laser vision to preheat the oven.”

 You hear Jason fall out of his chair. Distantly, you hear someone calling Jason an idiot but you weren’t too familiar with the voice. You instantly thank yourself for not turning on the camera considering what state you three were in. Kon was covered in chocolate, your hair-as well as your poor phone- was caked in batter, and Tim? Tim was covered in everything but mostly flour which keeps making his nose twitch like a rabbit. Though, you wouldn’t be surprised if Kon’s already taken a few pictures. You yourself have taken a few.  

 “Ok but seriously what do we do?”

 You hear some rustling and a chair squeaking back into place. 

 “No…”

 “First off, did you close the oven?” Your eyes flicker to them. Placing Tim’s phone between your shoulder and ear, you mime the advice. Tim frowns skeptical but Kon kicks the oven closed anyway. 

“Ok, it’s closed now. Should we put water in it?”

 “NO. Have you never put out a kitchen fire before? How do you three eat?”

 “We live in the middle of downtown, what do you think?”

 Jason sighs disbelieving and finally sounding appropriately exasperated. You could see him running his hand over his face.  “Who let you three live together?” This made your lips twitch up. “I dunno. Kon and I just started mooching on Tim and then suddenly we each got a key to the apartment.” It was an oversimplification of events but there was a fire and you had to get at least one joke in. 

 “Do your neighbors have- Wait, don’t you have a Kryptonian clone with freeze breath?”

 You blink and slap your palm against your forehead. The other two seemed to get what you had just remembered and act appropriately with Tim looking defeated and Kon finding the situation hilarious. 

 “Thanks, Jay.” You mutter wanting the Earth to swallow you whole. Esme, your chubby rat, squeaked nuzzling against you as she wormed her way out of your hoodie. She may or may not have been the primary reason for the size of your hoodies. She smiles at the phone, wide-eyed and happy as if she could see Jason. You hear a soft laugh coming from Jason’s end. 

 “Is that Esme?” Your brow ticks up not quite sure how to answer. “Uh yeah.” You answer dumbly, giving Esme little scritches that she leaned into happily making all her little happy noises.     

 “Give her a cuddle for me.” You give Esme a kiss on her nose and she snuggles in reciprocation. Kon pouts face still full of chocolate, “Where’s mine?”

 “You’ll get one once our apartment isn’t about to burn down.”   

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 Fresh out of the shower, you plop down next to Tim letting your wet hair flop onto his face and his fuzzy Wonder Girl sweatshirt. Tim huffs at you taking another bite out of the hot fresh-ly ordered stuffed crust pizza. The cheese was still gooey and molten. It made your stomach rumble like nobody’s business. You whine childishly trying to get Tim to hand you one. He looks at you, mouthful of pizza, and grabs one only to hand it to Kon. You gasp at him. You stretch your legs over their laps in protest only to retract them immediately after Kon pokes at your feet a couple of times tickling you. 

 You hide behind Tim, glaring at Kon and sticking your tongue out. Tim, the traitor, moves out of the way letting Kon’s long arms capture you. You shriek almost sounding like Esme as he pulls you in sitting you in his lap. You sigh in defeat as Kon places his chin on your head. You don’t even want to see the triumphant smirks on both their faces. 

 You grab a slice and through the mouthful of cheese and grease, you murmur “We really need to learn how to cook.” Tim hums in agreement, leaning against Kon, aka the cuddliest heater in the world. You lean back into Kon as another signature bake is brought up to the judges. You all watch with bated breaths as you wait for the results. 

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 You marvel at the fresh ingredients laid before you and the posh man standing in your kitchen rolling up his sleeves. 

 “Hey, Duckie, are we in trouble?” Kon whispers from behind you. He’s got your back, he said. 

 “Kind of?” Tim bleats, his voice a little high. 

 You snort raising an eyebrow at him hiding your smile behind your hand. “Timmy, what does kind of mean?” 

 “I can hear you.” Alfred deadpans. You and Kon stiffen.  You’re pretty sure even Tim straightens up, probably out of habit. 

 “Do any of you know how to cook?” Alfred asks in the primmest sounding accent you’ve ever heard. 

 “Nope, we live downtown for a reason.” You snark reflexively. Tim glares at you and hisses silently.  You shrink and mutter an apology which Alfred takes graciously.

 “I am assuming you don’t then. Well, it’s lucky that I have a free afternoon.”

 Tim eyes him suspiciously. “What happened to B?”

 “Your father can take care of himself.”

 “You sure?”

You think you see Alfred smile at that. 

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[neerons]

Some of the HLITF MC’s best quotes

“Instructor Goto... Always kind and diligent, his instructions easy to understand... I owe him a great deal. Instructor Ishigami... Very Spartan methods. The hardest of them all to make the grade with. Instructor Soma... They say his remarks can cut like a knife from time to time, but his advice is invaluable. Instructor Kaga... ......All that comes to mind is being backed up against a wall. Also, the fact that he has a ton of closet fans among the male trainees. Chief... Always paying for your instructors’ ramen... Wait! That’s not what I’m going for here!” (—MC’s thoughts, in Shinonome’s route)

“Hurrah, scientific mumbo jumbo on parade. I’m following about half of this conversation.” (—MC’s thoughts)

“Shinonome, you magnificent man, you!” (—MC to Shinonome, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“I think they look pretty awesome, personally. Who doesn’t love boobs? (—MC’s thoughts about her breasts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“I mean, Shinonome’s real type is more Sachi than me. So calm and kind... And then there’s the whole, um... boob thing. Man, she has great breasts. So jealous.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“I love everything about Shinonome! Even when he’s being nerdy, even when he’s being mean. Even though he’d make a better girl than I do and his mushroo— I mean, his hair’s so silky...” (—MC to Sachi, in Shinonome’s route)

“Okay, when I go back to visit my folks, I’m a total slob. I don’t help around the house, I just laze around and throw my socks on the floor.” (—MC to Sachi, in Shinonome’s route)

“And anyway, who cares what I eat? I’ve got abs of steel. Wanna touch? Put your hands on these babies and you’ll see...” (—MC to Shinonome, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“(...) All I was trying to say is that I accept you for everything you are, anyway! Bad hair day? Slipped on a banana peel? Wore your shirt inside out? Bring it on! And again, even if your equipment’s not working, I’ll accept that too.” (—MC to Shinonome)

(...) I’m not that much of a pervert! So please, let me sniff you a little longer? I mean, no. Scratch that. Let me HUG you a little longer. (—MC to Shinonome)

“I mean... yes, they DO look very... tasty out there on the field. But oh my god...” (—MC’s thoughts about the instructors)

“The roundness of the mushroom caps reminds me of something... Ah... I’m grilling Shinonome’s head.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“(...) Graduation means the culmination of a long-held agreement between us. Starting with that post-graduation kiss. And I dunno if there’ll be a celebration or what, but what I’m most interested in... MOST interested in... Is that Shinonome and I are finally going to... We’re gonna... YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“Who shows up on an overnight trip with their hot boyfriend in bargain bin undies? Me, apparently.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“Is it me, or am I hitting like, peak fabulous girlfriend here? Hangin’ out in my boyfriend’s kitchen, totally got a handle on things! Kinda deal? YES! Freaking yay!” (MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“(...) I got to see glimpses of your stomach, and... those abs... Your abs are just, yeah, wow... Intriguing stuff, believe me.” (—MC to Shinonome, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“I-I’m broke! I’m waiting on salary day, and I used my winter bonus on a year-long train pass.” (—MC to Shinonome, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“Say what you like about me...But don’t you dare insult my darling Kaga!” (—MC’s thoughts, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

(...) a friendly and gregarious Kaga wouldn’t really be Kaga.” (MC’s thoughts, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“I figured Kaga had brought me here for some freaky hanky-panky.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“Demon...” (—MC to Kaga, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“(...) Mean is like his default factory setting.” (—MC talking about Kaga to Chiba, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“Chief thinks he’s so smart... he’s just a pachinko playing slacker!” (—MC’s thoughts, in Namba’s route)

“I discard my fantasy into a mental box marked ‘never gonna happen.’” (—MC’s thoughts)

“With all the love in the world, I give him the finger.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“How about we stay inside all day and bang it out on every surface we can think of?” (—MC to Shinonome)

“I’m nothing if not motivated when it comes to getting down with you.” (—MC to Shinonome)

“They dissed my silver fox! Unforgivable!” (—MC’s thoughts about random boys, as Namba’s girlfriend)

“Kaga looks so cute, obediently opening his mouth for the rice porridge. (...) Yikes... I’d better not say the word ‘cute’, or they’ll never even find my body...” (—MC’s thoughts, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“Recently Kaga flip-flops between being a snarling beast and a purring kitty.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“I pull off his shirt, taking a moment to appreciate his chiseled body. Usually it’s dark when we... you know. To see him up close in full light... (...) I drag my eyes back up to his face with difficulty.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“Why am I the only one all flustered? Why does he get to be cool?” (—MC’s thoughts, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“Finally you value me! It’s been such a hard road to get here!” (—MC to Kaga, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“Usually I’d cringe at being in the pretty girl role at work. But this is serious! If batting my eyelashes can help, I’ll bat away!” (—MC’s thoughts)

“I’m becoming a real pervert thanks to Kaga!” (—MC’s thoughts, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“Sorry. I kind of got excited over the thought of you seeing me in my swimsuit. (...) I’d like you to take it off me...” (—MC to Kaga)

“Take me, please.” (—MC to Kaga)

“Oh, actually I haven’t been eating much because I’m so exhausted from the heat. I’ve only been having seconds, not thirds!” (—MC to Kaga, as Kaga’s girlfriend)

“A year has passed already, and yet Kaga still manages to inspire mortal fear in me.” (—MC’s thoughts)

“I personally have had a marker to the head so many times, it barely stings anymore!” (—MC talking about Kaga’s class to Namba)

“I wonder what people are thinking when they walk past us? I bet they’re jealous that I’m out and about with a silver fox. No wait, he’s married...” (—MC’s thoughts about Namba)

“Oh no! Ishigami thinks I’m useless, too! I mean, I know I am, but to have him basically agree...!” (—MC’s thoughts, in a Prologue)

“Why am I wasting precious fantasizing time with that nonsense?!” (—MC’s thoughts)

“Yikes, stop staring! I’m totally perving on his body!” (—MC’s thoughts)

“This is what passes for democracy these days?!” (—MC to the instructors and Namba)

“He’s a fantastic kisser, too. Where did he learn to kiss like that, anyway? Who gave him the right?! I’d genuinely like to know why kisses feel so good. Y’know, for science. What a man, what a man, what a mighty fine man! Mm.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“Man, I am just so good at this improving thing, I even impress myself. (...) If you don’t give yourself a pat on the back from time to time, who will?!” (—MC to Miyayama)

“Hey! I’m a beautiful daisy, not dandelion fluff! Or maybe I’m both. Maybe I’m more like a burr! Not like I’m planning on letting you go anytime soon, anyway. Mwaha!” (—MC to Shinonome, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“Kaga got up close and intimate against a wall with a criminal? Okie dokie.” (—MC’s thoughts)

“I don’t get laid to get paid, fellas!” (—MC’s thoughts)

“I was searching for Captain Tsugaru, expecting a gorilla, and now I’ve run into this total hottie instead. I should be used to hot guys, though. I mean, the instructors... (...) he gives me a charming smile, and I mentally thank his parents for making him.” (—MC’s thoughts)

“My mental image of Kaga scares me into stepping forward.” (—MC’s thoughts)

“Get him a hundred roses! If I could pull a move like that, I’d straight up date myself.” (—MC’s thoughts)

“Did they just say I’m being treated like a pet? In that case someone should definitely call animal welfare on my behalf...” (—MC’s thoughts)

“...You womanizer. Tastebud psychopath. Waste of a handsome face. Emotional chair-flinger.” (—MC insulting Tsugaru)

“I thought it must have been with a special lady if he came to such a fancy place before. Sorry Kaga. You’re not a lady, but you’re definitely special.” (—MC’s thoughts/ Tsugaru’s route)

“Praise the gods for Seiji Goto, the shining beacon of Public Safety!” (—MC’s thoughts/ Tsugaru’s route)

“Wow, what a love fest. Am I intruding here?” (—MC’s thoughts about Tsugaru and Momose)

“I have a second stomach when I’m not the one paying. And besides, isn’t this a date?” (—MC to Tsugaru/ Tsugaru’s route)

“We’ll do it for sure. Like bunnies! Oh yes! As they say... nothing ventured, no one gets laid.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“I guess I just don’t tickle Shinonome’s pickle...” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“That’s him! I’d recognize his cute butt anywhere!” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“He could’ve dragged me into some secluded room and had his wicked way with me! That would’ve been nice! I would’ve flung my undies with abandon if so!” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“Your eyelashes are so long, I was thinking it would be a pain if they stabbed me.” (—MC to Tsugaru)

“(...) He’s seen my abs. In fact, nothing makes him splutter faster than a glimpse of these babies.” (—MC’s thoughts, as Shinonome’s girlfriend)

“His mushroom- I mean, silky hair... His pride and joy has turned into a bird’s nest!” (—MC’s thoughts about Shinonome)

“I’ve come to the conclusion that I suck at everything.” (—MC to Namba)

“Kaga’s niceness is so subtle you can blink and miss it.” (—MC’s thoughts about Kaga)

“He’s a brute! A fiend! He’s not my boyfriend or a detective, he’s the ruler of the underworld!” (—MC’s thoughts about Kaga)

“Sorry! I wasn’t thinking you two are cute or anything!” (—MC talking about Ishigami and Kaga in front of them)

“I do enjoy sleeping in your arms, of course… But I much prefer it when you make love to me.” (—MC to Goto)

[operationcavill]

Untangled - Part 2

“Would ya look who’s here,” Y/N’s heart drops and she can’t bring herself to turn around. There’s no way he’s here for a second time. “He’s wearing a white henley,” her sister leaves with hopes that her little sister gets some juicy gossip and most importantly, breaks out of her shell. A white henley was her weakness on any man but Henry, she was done for.

Inspired by: Butterflies // Kacey Musgraves

Y/N - Your name

S/N - Sisters name

B/I/L - Brother-in-Law

B/N - Brothers Name

It’s been exactly one week since Henry met that funny girl at the bar. Y/N. Even her name sounded sweet. He couldn’t help but think about her legs, and how nice her ass looked, but he also couldn’t knock the thought of how shy she was and how cute her blushing mannerisms were; her fingers fiddling with the neck of the beer bottle or thumbing at the necklace she wore. Y/N just radiated something, and it was too enticing to him. Those fingers and the way her nails would feel digging into his scalp when he,”Hey, Henry,” a PA snaps him out of his daydream, “it looks like rain isn’t letting up so they’re halting until it passes. See ya tomorrow.” He nods and sends a text to his brother who is currently keeping Kal company while he’s working overseas.

H: Did Kal get a walk in today?

B/N: Took him and the kids out twice. Checking in early today. Got plans this evening?

H: I haven’t decided but probably just going out to dinner with some work mates again.

B/N: Liar.

H: What?

B/N: You’re gonna go back to that bar.

H: Hey, it was a nice bar.

B/N: It was a nice girl.

H: I can’t forget a cute face.

B/N: Alright lol be careful out there

Henry slides his phone in his pocket and heads to his car. The grey clouds bring him back to that evening on the patio once again. He was so hung up, just after a couple of hours. What’s gotten into him? His drive back to the hotel was quiet. He was trying his best to concentrate on the car, just the care and nothing else. But maybe she’d let his hand rest on her thigh while he drives. Would she hold his hand on the way back his room?

He exchanges nods with the hotel staff he passes on the way to the elevator, being him usual polite self even when exhausted.

——————————

Henry watches a small group enter the bar and to his enjoyment, she walks in with them. He excuses himself to the restroom, but his fellow crew mates know better, he’s going after her. He rolls his eyes at their snickers but lets out his own chuckle.

��Would ya look who’s here,” Y/N’s heart drops and she can’t bring herself to turn around. There’s no way he’s here for a second time. “He’s wearing a white henley,” her sister leaves with hopes that her little sister gets some juicy gossip and most importantly, breaks out of her shell. A white henley was her weakness on any man but Henry, she was done for.

“Hey there,” He looked even better than before. The Shirt.

“Hello.” She hopes he can’t hear her heart pound in her chest, “Becoming a regular, are we?”

“What can I say? I like a good cocktail,”

“Benny does know how to make on hell of a drink.” She winks at the bartender and they share a laugh.

The bartender blows her a kiss, “Anything for you, Tequila Princess,”

He raises his eyebrow and smirks, “Tequila Princess? What is it about you and tequila?” He becomes confused as Benny scoots two shot glasses in her direction.

Y/N sighs as she turns toward Henry, “Thanks, Benny,”

He glances at the small glasses, “I’m actually not a tequila guy.”

She laughs, “These are both mine.”

“Oh,” He’s adorably wide-eyed, “is this that trick your sister mentioned?”

“Yes,” Y/N holds the two glasses in front of her face, “cheers, Henry.” After placing both shot glasses in her mouth, she rest her hands on her thighs, throws her head back and gargles the liquid before swallowing. She took the drink with absolutely no grimace or chaser, no salt or limes. Her face is completely still as if it were water. “and that is the trick. It’s not exactly mind-blowing and it’s a gross sound.”

“What the hell,” He backtracks in case he offended her “I mean, how are you not positively sick right now?”

“I can’t taste it.” He throws her a look, “It doesn’t burn or anything. So, in school I told a few friends that I couldn’t taste tequila. They dared me to gargle it to prove it, and being young and stupid, I did. That’s where the Tequila Princess came from.”

“Am I entitled to use that nickname?” He’s so handsome.

“Only if you want me to walk away right this second.”

He surrenders his hands in the air, “I shall never call you Tequila Princess ever again.”

“Good,” He offers her a beer but asks for a water instead, “thank you.” Henry looks visibly tense as the bar gets a bit more crowded. She can sense it in him, he’s getting a nervous. She assumed he would be used to it.

“Hey, look, our bench is free.” He liked that, that they had a bench. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, tired, but good.” He looks into her eyes and notices that they’re a darker shade than before, “How was your week?”

She smiles sweetly, “It was great, actually. Sorry to hear that you’re tired.”

Y/N is turning Henry into a puddle of mush with her kindness, “S’alright. We actually cut it short today cause of the rain.”

Pointing at her sister and brother-in-law, “Those two almost didn’t want to come this weekend because S/N hates driving in the rain.” He admires how close she must be with S/N, and wonders if they fought like monsters as he did with his brothers when he was young, do sisters do that?

“Do they visit every weekend?”

“No, you just happened to be here when they do visit,” Something splashes and she hears a playful, ‘oops’. She looks up to find a very beautiful woman holding an empty glass and a grin you could compare to the Cheshire cat.

“I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin your, um, shoes.” She looks at Y/N’s boot with what seems to be distaste.

“It’s ok, we all get a little clumsy.” Y/N is not the type to be confrontational, especially when she knows people are watching, “I’ll just go get some napkins.”

Henry interjects, “Please, let me.” He gets up so quickly that the woman in the conversation can get a word in.

Her eyes follow his behind before turning back, “Listen, I don’t want to come across as a bitch, but there’s so many guys here at this bar that are on your level.”

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “My level?”

She clears her throat, “Yeah, like you’re super adorable but come on.” She’s younger than Y/N. She has those extra long legs and perfect eyelashes, her boobs still up to her neck.

The frustration in her chest grows as she tries not to put little miss spider legs in her place, “All I had to do was smile to get his attention. You had to interrupt us and spill your drink on my shoes.” S/N notices the glare in her sisters face, this doesn’t seem friendly at all.

She makes her way over, trying not let Y/N notice. She hears her hold her own, which isn’t surprising but she knows her anxiety can get the best of her. She almost wants to laugh at how bold this girl is. S/N knows she’s very nosy but this is her little sister, is she supposed to ignore such a situation? She peeks and sees Henry eyeing the two as well. He’s not that far away, he has to be hearing this.

Spider legs rolls her eyes, “He’s just really-“

Henry arrives with the napkins, bending down to wipe off her boot, “Really into the conversation we were having, excuse me.” He stands, turning his back to the woman before sitting down. He’s not sure who is more shocked, this rude woman or S/N as she pretends not to eavesdrop behind a topiary. “You are adorable, by the way,” He wipes her knee, even though there isn’t a trace of liquid on it, “Beautiful, really.”  The secondhand embarrassment is almost too much for Y/N to bear, why is spider legs still stand here? I feels like an hour before she finally marches off.

“That was sweet of you,” Her voice is smaller than he expected but he can see the rose tinge in her face, “thanks.”

He gives her a full smile this time, “I have a feeling things might have gotten a bit out of hand if I didn’t step in.”

She scrunches her nose, “I’m not exactly argumentative, but —”

“Not you, Darling,” Darling, “your sister his trying to hide, just there.”

Y/N watches her sister rush off from behind the plant and act like she didn’t hear a word, “Jesus, S/N.”

He was completely sure of it now. Henry was more than intrigued, he wanted every part of her, “You’re very feisty.”

“Feisty?” She’s never heard that one before.

Henry does his best to put on a feminine impersonation, “All I had to do what smile to get his attention,”

“Shut up,” She flirtatiously swats at his hand, “being shy or, like, reserved, doesn’t make you a doormat.”

Henry could grab her and kiss her right here on this bench, their bench. “Come on. Let’s get back to it,” He nudges her leg with his elbow, “what do you do? Tell me some fun facts.”

"Fun facts?” She clasps her hands, “Ok. Um, well, I’m a painter, sometimes photographer. I live in a tiny apartment with a loud neighbor. I like crime books, like to read when I can. This is not my natural hair color, and I actually don’t care for alcohol that much. People are usually surprised by my tattoos. I also have an obsession with travel sized toiletries. Hows that?”

He’s always gone for the creative type, he should’ve guessed it, “A painter with tattoos who likes to read, and likes tiny shampoo. Got it.”

“Your turn,” She takes a sip of her water, “oh, you can’t say acting because that’s too obvious.”

“Hmm, Ok, I like coffee over tea. I’m really into horror movies and gaming. I enjoy cooking but hardly get the chance. I hate running. I think people who sleep in socks are complete psychopaths. I also like to read. Like visiting home. God, I sound boring,” he laughs, “what else? Ah, I really like mornings. I like working out first time in the morning.”

“You’re not boring at all,” She smiles, “I can’t say that I like working out. I like to cycle, but that’s about it.”

He blurts out, “That explains it.” Oh no. Did he just accidentally talk about her ass?

“What?” To his horror, he has no way to recover from his remark.

He tries to change the topic, “Oh, nothing. You need another water?”

Y/N narrows her eyes, “No, explains what?”

As her sister walks by and hands Y/N a plastic cup full of lemons. She matter of factly states, “He’s talking about your ass, idiot.”

“Ohh,” This time they both blush. Henry hasn’t had cheeks this rosy since he was a boy.

“I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” He awkwardly bites his lip and tries not to die of embarrassment, “Well, um, anyway, I’m, uh,” Y/N looks up at the sky and jumps as she gets a chill. He watches her tear into a lemon wedge, “Are you just eating lemons?”

“I like sour things,” Her eyes squint, as if she’s expecting something.

He tries to see what she’s seeing, “What are we looking at?”

“It feels like it’s gonna rain again.”

He shakes his head, “Nah, I think we’re ok,” He watches her eat another wedge, “do you two have some sort of lemon ESP?”

“Of course, we’re sisters. I didn’t check the weather but it definitely seems like it’s gonna rain storm.” She scrunches her nose again, he takes note that it must be a habit of hers.

“I hope not, I like sitting out her with you.” Henry listens to her go one about how her and her sister have always just ‘got’ each other, more so than others with their own siblings. She has a best friend, B/F/N, that she has a very similar relationship with. They share stories of their teen years and the dreaded mishaps that are the early twenties. Henry, with beer in his mustache, says, “I should’ve grabbed more napkins,” he wipes his mouth, letting Y/N see the time on his watch. She grabs his wrist to get a better look, but doesn’t state the time. He looks, “Oh, it’s almost 3 hours since I got here,” He checks his phone to see that his fellow co-workers let him know they were headed back to the hotel. It’s just him now.

She opens her mouth to speak but a large rain drop hits her forehead, making her go a little cross eyed, “Well, would ya look at that?”

“I’m sure it’s just a little bit of sprinkling.” Theres a sudden crack of thunder and the sky lights up, welcoming an instant downpour.

He makes sure Y/N gets back inside first, wishing he had a jacket to cover her with, “I told you it was gonna rain.” He absentmindedly tries to cover her head with his left arm, but he was too late. Her hair has fallen victim to the chilly October rain, as has Henry’s clothing.

She can’t help but look at his body, just like the rest of the women in the bar, “You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little cold,” She wants to tell him that his shirt is sticking to him, making him look like a greek god. That god damned henley.

Henry awkwardly shifts, pulling his shirt from his skin, “It is kind of cold, isn’t it?”

S/N arrives and he knows this is his last chance with Y/N, “We’re gonna go back to the hotel before it gets bad out here. Johnny said he’d stay, if you want to stay.” S/N Looks at Henry and back her Y/N, wanting her to take a chance.

“No, I’ll come,” She looks at him, hoping to God her mascara didn’t run too much, “Well, um, I’m going to go before it get worse but it was wonderful seeing you,” She touches his arm only for a few seconds, “maybe I’ll run into you again.”

“Hopefully,” He watches her leave, thanking whoever invented the stationary bike, but already missing the conversation. Her icy fingers gave him goosebumps of his own, but he welcomed it. They were soft and he liked her sparkly nail polish. It reminded him of a hot wheels truck that his nephew gave him. He loved how cozy she looked and, shit, Henry didn’t give her his number. He forgot twice. He thinks to himself, “What the fuck is the matter with me?”

[Note: Please excuse any writing mistakes. Thanks for reading 💕 ]

[your-highnessmarvel]

OMG Ellen You Didn’t!

Requested by Anonymous: Absolutely, so Chris x reader met at an industry party, she’s a newbie, he’s smitten when he first lays eyes on her dark chocolate skin.She a fan but she’s hesitant, she doesn’t know if he’s as cool as he seems. He approaches her, they hang out, she opens up about her past struggle with anxiety &he’s there for her &helps her navigate the craziness of the industry. Their friendship develops into a relationship, Chris falls hard for the one person he thought he’d never find...her, his future wife.

AN: THIS IS THE TYPE OF SPECIFIC I ABSOLUTELY LOVE UGH YAS. I made this comedic because i’ve been writing fluff and angst all day and my pretty poor heart hurts lol. i’ve struggled with anxiety my whole life without knowing, and when i finally put a word on it, it’s like i finally came to terms with who i was. to whoever suffers anxiety, past or present, my blog is a safe zone and so are my messages.

Warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety

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MASTERLIST

Ellen gives a hug to Chris and they share a knowing laugh. She shakes your hand because she sees how nervous you are; what with the applauding audience and the screaming women. 

Wow, you think, this is what it’s like being famous. Or more, being married to a famous guy.

Ellen encourages you both to sit. “Chris, so good to have you back,” she says. 

Chris smiles, devilishly handsome as always. “Always good to be here, Ellen.”

“And Y/N, welcome to the show.”

You smile nervously, thankful for your sleeveless top for airing out your armpits. “Thank you for having me.”

Ellen smiles, crosses her leg over her knee, settles in. You take it as a cue to lean back into the couch, and Chris puts his arm comfortably behind you. From afar, it looks like regular couple stuff. But you know Chris is doing it for you; to make you feel safe with him, to let you know he is there. It is your first TV interview after all. 

“So, it’s my understanding that Chris was the one running after you, Y/N?” Ellen asks. The audience laughs, and Chris gives you that puppy dog stare that makes your tummy fill with hot butterflies.

“Yeah he was like... head over heels for me.” You laugh when Ellen gives Chris a look. 

“I mean,” Chris says, “look at her. How could I not?”

“What did he even do?” Ellen asks with a devilish smirk.

~~~ 

You wade your way through the crowd of faces, nervously biting the inside of your cheek. This party - this party with Hollywood figures - was filled with faces you’d seen on the Oscars stage as well as on the big screen. Your mind was going half a mile an hour and every time someone addressed a word to you, you’d stammer. 

So you opted for staying on your own to avoid any more social suicide. You took a half full bottle of tequila and all but ran into a corner where there was a love seat and a perfect view of downtown New York. You sat with a relieved sigh, readjusting your top. 

One more thing about Hollywood; everyone dressing fucking fancy for hella casual evenings. Like, this was a lowkey chilling that you were at, which you’d been invited by your staff team leader on the movie you were working on. Chilling means casual, right? Boy oh boy. Leonardo DiCaprio was wearing a full tux over there, hanging with his girl in a hot red dress. 

You scratched the inside of your elbow nervously. You had opted for an over-sized sweater and leggings with fuzzy socks. Even the butler was dressed better than you were. 

Ugh, you thought, I should have stayed home, but no, I wanted to get to know some celebs. Idiot. 

You could feel the judgment from some people, but most of them treated you as if you were a fly on the wall. 

You took a swing of the bottle, wincing because who the fuck can drink straight up tequila and remain stoic? Psychopaths. 

A shadow glided over the floor in front of you, catching your attention, and you looked up midway through your grimace.

And almost spat the tequila right back up. 

It was motherfucking Chris Evans. Of all the dorks that could have stood before you, holding his Stella Artoise and staring out the window like a Dad, it was good old Chris E.

“Wow.”

You hadn’t meant for that to come out. It was more an interior dialogue. Had you drank that much already?

Chris turned to you with a smirk, showing off broad shoulders under a nice crimson suit. “Tequila don’t go down easy, huh?”

“It’s more like my pride.”

He snorted. “Don’t mind the people judging you for your sweater,” he said, giving you a wink. “I find it rather cute. And rather refreshing. I get invited to these things, and I always think someone’s gonna wake up and realize we could be in our pijamas. But pictures for instagram and whatnot get taken here. We have to look our best.”

You looked up, mystified by the man. He was staring back unabashedly, and maybe because he was a little tipsy and that’s why his inhibitions flew right out the fucking window. But his cheeks were pink. His eyes were so blue, and he dragged them along any inch of exposed skin he could find. All while remaining the most respectable man. 

“You look - uh - good,” you said. Then you frowned, shook your head. What the hell kinda thing is that to say?

He chuckled. “Thank you.” Then he plopped right down next to you. “I find you look absolutely ravishing.”

Your cheeks became so hot you thought they’d peel right off. “Okay.”

His eyes went wide just as you all but slapped your forehead. “Man, I’m so dumb,” you groaned, feeling the heat crawl down your neck and chest. “I meant thank you, obviously. It’s just... like wow, you’re Chris Evans and you’re wearing a blood red suit and your hair looks so soft!”

He threw his head back and laughed, exposing pale flesh at the neck. “Can I say something too?”

“Yeah.”

“Your skin is breathtaking.” Then his eyes went serious, looking at you as if he was trying to open the doors to your mind. “May I?” he asked, pointer finger hovering over the chocolate flesh of your wrist. 

Oh my God! Chris was going to touch you!

“Y-yeah.”

He pressed two fingers along your wrist, caressing the skin. “I saw you walk in,” he admitted. “And I just - when I saw you with your sweater and skin the color of coffee and hair in braids and eyes so bright. I thought... I’m sorry, am I being too much?” His serious tone quickly turned concerned. 

You hadn’t noticed you were staring, mouth agape, heart beating like dad’s when they hammer a stubborn nail. “No, it’s fine,” you stammered. 

He licked his lips before continuing. “I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

Wow, okay, he was drunk. Surely he’d seen Margot Robbie and Ana de Armas and every single other Hollywood actress. 

“If you say okay, I’m going to cry.”

You laughed, his fingers still skimming the skin of your wrist. “Thank you, Chris.”

He smiled, eyes crinkling. “I want to be your friend,” he stated, fishing out his phone. “Is it alright if I ask for your number, and we can go grab coffee or walk my dog together sometime?”

His dog. It was an automatic, “Yes.”

~~~

“So, if I understand correctly, Chris was totally smitten by you?”

“Oh, Ellen,” you answer with an exaggerated tone, “he was already planning the wedding.”

“Oh!” Chris left-boob-grabs and throws his head back in laughter. “She was the one staring at me with googly eyes!”

“Yeah, right!”

“And, what?” Ellen continues to pry. “Right away, you both fell in love?”

“Well,” Chris says, smoothing his beard in thought. “We started by trying to be friends, as these things go, you know. Make sure we’re compatible. But it was clear, like, oh, right away that she was meant for me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Wow, Chris, so poetic.”

~~~

You stuffed your mouth with the doughnut, giving Dodger smiles and pats on the head as you walked beside him. You looked up at Chris, giving him also a cute smile.

“Never met anyone who actively eats strawberry-stuffed white-powdered doughnuts,” he said. It was cold outside and grey, what with is raining all weekend, so Chris wore a big blue hoodie and trousers, looking warm and cozy.

“That’s because you’ve never met anyone like me,” you answered. You tightened the scarf around your neck. 

“That’s damn right.”

This was your third date with Chris, and you still had trouble making thoughts into proper phrases. First date had gone swimmingly because Chris was a sweetheart who knew exactly how to make someone comfortable. He’d brought you to the aquarium, and he’d displayed subtle but intricate knowledge on puffer fish. Second date, he’d brought you to watch a local baseball game and then he bought you ice cream, which sealed the deal because a man who buys you ice cream is a man you want to keep. 

And now, walking with Dodger after you’d made the drive all the way to Chris’s house. You’d waited outside, feeling like an impostor standing before Chris Evans’s front fucking door with your wool sweater and scarf and mittens. 

“What say you to a tour of my grand home afterwards?” he asked now, giving you a side glance. 

You were holding Dodger’s leash, and you were watching him waddle beside you like a good boy. When Chris proposed that, your cheeks went white hot. “Um, yeah, that sounds good,” you said, swallowing thickly. 

“You don’t have to come in,” he said. “I just got a new deck of cards I want to try out.”

Chris’s house was huge. Inside, there was a lot of sunlight from the immense windows. A lot of airy spaces for lounging, eating, exercising. He was careful in avoiding his bedroom, giving you a tour with his hands inside his trouser pockets. He showed you where Dodger likes to sleep; the head of the couch, by the backdoor window where the sun cooks him, and on his doggy bed that is settled in Chris’s office. 

“He snores,” Chris said as he directed you to the kitchen. “And he dreams all the time.”

“Like father like son, huh.” 

“I don’t think I snore.”

You winked, the first time you’d ever been cocky and confident in front of him. “We’ll see.”

He brushed a hand through his hair, laughing. He reached into a cupboard and took out a card game. “Ever played Brisc?” he asked. 

“No.”

“Then sit.” He sat at the table, encouraging you to sit directly in front of him. He explained the game to you very simply, and you tried your best to memorize all the rules. “How are you taking it in the industry,” he asked, seemingly absentminded. 

You looked up in surprise. Had he been asking about you? How did he know you were very new in the show business? “I’m doing... okay?”

“I used to have nightmares about it when I was younger?”

“Nightmares?” 

He won the first round. 

“Yeah, and panic attacks before going to auditions or premiers,” he continued, giving you shy half smiles. “I’ve been in this business quite a while to know that the demands are incredibly high. And especially for women.”

You bit your lip, holding your cards against your chest. Hesitantly, you put one down. Was it okay for you to unpack everything onto him? Was it okay to tell him how bad your anxiety had gotten to you in the past and how it still got to you? This was a big A-list celebrity with paparazzi waiting for him on every corner so much so that he had to wear sunglasses and caps wherever he went. 

“It’s just so demanding,” you sighed. “It’s just status, and higher ups, and big names, and they all feel like they have the right to tell me what to do and how to do my job correctly. The bar is set so high. There is no room for mistakes, and if you make just one false move, they look at you like you killed a puppy.”

Chris nodded understandingly. “It’s so hard to navigate this industry,” he answered. “And it’s because they call it business and not personal, but some things, they just... ah, they just feel real personal, don’t they?”

You huffed. “My anxiety used to be through the roof,” you went on. “It still is. Sometimes, I have no idea how to calm the wave that comes through my chest.”

Chris reaches across the vast expanse of wood, palm up, eyes blue and open. “I can help you,” he said. “I know what it’s like to feel like you’re drowning. I can help you find resources and people to put on your personal team, to build a support. There’s no shame in reaching out.”

He was being so sincere that your chest tightened with a new emotion once unbeknownst to you. “Thank you,” you whispered sincerely. 

After the card game, Chris walked you to your car, hands in his pockets. Shy. Timid. 

“I really like our friendship,” he said. Your heart contracted, as if lead had been poured down into your arteries, and you smiled tightly. 

Friendship?

“Yeah.”

He hesitated, eyes searching your face, but you were looking down. He scuffed the toe of his boot on the gravel. “I don’t wanna be friends, though,” he mumbled.

As soon as the hurt had entered your system, it flew right the fuck out and you looked up expectantly. Eyes wide. Cheeks on fire. Heart hammering. “Me n-neither.”

He took a step forward, and your chin went up, keeping up with his impressive height. He put each palm on the side of your burning face. When he kissed you, his lips were hesitant and soft, careful and warm. The tip of his tongue on your bottom lip. You leaned into him, grasping his waist, heart hammering, thoughts reeling. 

He smelled so good.

His lips were so perfect, chapped yet warm and delicate. 

He pulled back slowly, resting his forehead on yours, laughing a little. “I feel like this is the start of something good,” he whispered. 

You smiled shyly, and he picked you up into his arms, pinning you to his chest, feet dangling off the ground

~~~

“That’s so sweet,” Ellen said. “You two are so sweet on twitter. The first picture you ever posted of Y/N was this.”

“Oh no,” you mumbled, quite to the audience’s laughter. 

A photo of you, one that Chris had taken from a film-type camera, appeared on the monitor. It was in the dead of night, at a park you and Chris had sneaked off to during a party. You were brightly illuminated by the flash of the camera. You wore a bright red hoodie, low jeans, and white shoes. Your left leg was brought up, showing the curve of your ass. Your tongue was sticking out, grimacing, and your hands were up in two peace signs. 

“He could have easily picked pictures of us on red carpet events when I actually look good, but no, he posted this absolute gem,” you laughed, feeling Chris squeezing your shoulder tenderly. 

“But she’s so gorgeous in this!” Chris defended. “She looks like herself, the girl I’m with every day.”

“Okay yes, but Y/N posted something much better,” Ellen said, pointing to the monitor.

Another picture of you, sitting behind Dodger, smiling all your pearly whites. Your skin was glowing, and you remembered feeling good about yourself that day. Dodger was being crazy, licking under your chin, and in the far, far corner of the picture, one could see half of Chris’s body. 

“And you posted that,” Ellen continued, “with the caption reading, “Love my Valentine so much. Chris, you are a wonder.”.” 

You burst out laughing with the audience, watching as Chris made a sarcastic face and shook his head. 

When the audience died down, Chris said, “No no, we joke a lot, but I love this woman so much. I mean, I married her for a reason. She’s my best friend, my lover, my confidant. I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody else.” 

You patted his knee, aware that if you full on kissed him, it would be all over social media. 

Ellen said something about what would happen after the break, but you were looking Chris in the eyes. Leaning into his shoulder, the world around you fell away, stripped, and it was just you and him. You and him against the world.

[liquidlizards]

i'm in danger, bad behavior

summary: after a drunken night listening to 80s avant-garde pop, flug wakes up next to demencia harboring a multitude of regrets. with a little persuading from her, though, he might just come around.

pairing: paperlizard! they’re both such enormous assholes!

rating: no fucking but mentions of fucking. also boobs and flug’s hard-on for vulgarity

(ao3 link)

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The first thing Flug noticed was the smell. It slithered beneath his bag and floated up to his nose like early morning sea fog, cheap coconut shampoo and sweat swamping his senses in a wave. A slight pang in his head told him he had one too many glasses of wine last night, and when he shifted in place he noticed he still had his lab coat on, the rough fabric scratching against his bare skin, a sensation almost like a whole anthill was nestled under the covers with him. His face collided with a frizzy cloud of fluorescent green, reminding him of a bedside light too bright to fall asleep to, and he froze.

It was at that moment Flug became acutely aware of the fact that he did not sleep stark naked wearing only his lab coat, he did not have a phosphorescent body pillow, and he most certainly did not own sheets with cute little skulls on them. He wanted to close his eyes again and go back to sleep because he instantly knew what this meant, what this signified. The reality of the situation, as unbelievable as it was, suddenly socked him square in the forehead when it rolled over, granting him a real good look at his latest fuckup. His newfound snafu. A plight worth more than one of his balls on the black market. Briefly, he considered doing that, just selling a gonad to the first lucky bastard and taking off with the cash so he’d never have to face the terrible, laughable truth. It was an option that left him far more at ease than just rolling over to look her in the eyes, to acknowledge what they’d done. They could kill each other later, if she was down for that.

His bag crinkled from the impact of her hand, and he flicked it off, black fingernails plopping down on the bed. He didn’t even feel like yelling, flailing his arms around in a display of colorful obscenities while booting her off with a flourish, oh no. Flug was far too tired to do any of that, instead settling for a quick peek at the rise and fall of her chest—holy shit her bare chest— and suddenly he lost every ounce of chill he previously thought he had. One of her legs wrapped around his waist, deliberately brushing past his crotch, and he jerked from the bold way her foot slid against his skin.

Demencia’s toothy grin burned him to the core, a weird type of warmth washing over his body and right down to his dick. God, this was the absolute worst morning of his life, and that was counting the day Black Hat beamed him to a Bananarama cover band concert while he was in the shower because he was 20 minutes late on a deadline.

The rasp of Demencia’s dumb voice suddenly snapped him back to the real, present world, and the pitchy chorus to “Cruel Summer” became only a past nightmare once again. One that definitely happened, though, Flug recalled miserably.

“What’s up, Doc?”

He seethed, finally fed up with the past two minutes and how fucking casual she was, like it was no big deal to bone your co-worker over three bottles of wine and the entire Kate Bush discography. Jesus, Black Hat was gone for one night on a business trip and suddenly Flug lived in a drunkard’s funhouse. With sex! How appalling! How could he let his guard down like this? Like a fool in her...her presence! It was horrendous in all honesty, really. His first mistake was forgetting the straitjacket, then it all just went downhill from there.

This was by far the most out of the ordinary, anomalous situation he ever had the displeasure of being in, and she was treating it like another day at the office. If you’d call Black Hat Manor— the same one with the vanishing hallways and doorways leading to apocalyptic realms—the office, that is.

“Are you kidding me!” Flug yawped, thrashing the covers around. “Fuck you!”

Demencia seemed amused, propping her face up with her palms, elbows sinking into the bed. She licked her lips, studying his eyebrows and how they moved with his arms. Like they were attached with a string. Her mismatched eyes stole a quick glance at his groin, and he screeched, wrapping his coat around him when he remembered he was completely commando under there.

Christ, all the years he spent with this psychopathic ignoramus, all the weird shit that went down with her around, and yet he couldn’t see this coming. Figures.

“I tried to be calm about this,” Flug continued, ignoring her nonchalance, “I really did! But you—” He made a sound similar to a yipping pomeranian, jabbing a finger in her face. “You honestly don’t see a problem with this!?”

He violently gestured to their intertwined legs— courtesy of Demencia— and then to her pert boobs. Just...out in the open. Up for grabs. It was then that certain memories from last night resurfaced after that keen observation, and he felt his cheeks flush. Quickly, he made a point to snatch his legs away from hers, huffing a bit for the drama of it all.

She didn’t answer his question, opting to play around with the waver in his voice, the splotchy red spreading across the visible part of his neck. Oh yes, she was going to have so much fun with this.

“Your definition of ‘calm’ must be laying there like a sad sack of potatoes, gawping at my tits—”

“Shut up!”

“— with your 8 a.m. wood deciding whether or not you’re up for round two,” she finished, crudely snickering when he spluttered out some nonsensical string of words.

“Ah, I love it when I’m right and you’re horribly, utterly wrong,” Demencia taunted as she brought a hand to his face, cupping the bottom of his chin that got exposed during his outburst.

Flug lurched back, the mattress squeaking with him. “Don’t do that.”

“Oh but Doctor, I’m all wound up again and I know you can make it all better.”

“No. Stop. Don’t use that voice.”

“What voice?” she feigned innocence, drawing closer to him again. “I’m just talking like I normally would.”

“Yeah, that’s the problem.”

Demencia snorted, mouth against his neck. It was a strange new sensation, to have someone this close to him, especially her. Although, he knew he had plenty of time to get acquainted with her in that manner last night, recalling her sweaty, powerhouse of a body atop his as she rode him to the next town over. He absolutely would not let her have the satisfaction of having the upperhand again, so he awkwardly took both of her wrists, slapping her down on the bed like a pancake.

Raising her brow, Demencia obliged even though they both knew she could easily throw him clean across the room and through the wall if she wanted to. He was up to something, and her curiosity always did get the best of her.

“Wow, is the scientist about to sack up finally or—”

“Demencia.”

Staring down at her, he tightened his grip, and her breath hitched. This was new.

“Aw, is that all you got, you little cupcake bitch? Come on, don’t be shy. I bite if you ask me to.”

“You know, you’re making this really hard for me.”

Demencia’s eyes flicked down to his dick. “God, I hope so. Almost thought I was losing my touch there for a second. Anyways, get to the juicy part already. You’re killin’ me, Doc. We don’t have all day here.”

It came out of his mouth before he could catch it and reel it back in.

“Actually, if you would’ve listened to Black Hat yesterday, he said he wouldn’t be back until after dinner tonight. So technically, we do have all day.”

Something animalistic flashed across her face, giving Flug a burst of courage. He spoke carefully next, but with conviction.

“So shut the fuck up and let me...fuck you?”

Nailed it.

Strangely enough, that was exactly what Demencia needed to hear, because she wasted no time in rolling them over, so she was the one on top. With a grind of her hips, she had Flug whimpering.

“Not before I fuck you first.”

[starship-melancholy]

Sometimes people (my mum) ask me how I knew that Moose was the right guy for me.

Now this might not be the universal guide on how to identify your soulmate, but here's how I found mine.

He flat out asked me if I was a psychopath because we were vibing too hard after talking for 24 hours straight.

He took me in from the street after having met only once with the sentence "if this doesn't work out, will you be in any bigger shit than what you are right now?"

When we were in a long distance relationship, he used to leave Skype on 24/7 so we could just be together while going about our days and read me goodnight stories when I couldn't sleep.

When I'm in a bad mood, or feel small or we are in the car and we see animals, he makes up these cute little stories about all the animals and what their lives are like.

He once wrote to the repair shop that had my laptop Kasper, asking them to check in on him and make sure he was ok, because I was worried that the other computers would bully him.

He used to own this huge ass ancient monitor called Hugo. He got it when he was 15 and he still had it around when we moved in together. Eventually Hugo became so old and crappy that we needed to find a replacement for him, but Moose didn't have it in him to just toss Hugo. So we placed him on the street where the free to take stuff would be and Moose wrote a note that read something like this: "This is Hugo. He is a beloved machine, but he's a bit old and frail now. He can be a great room heater, he's also excellent for drying socks and can even toast bread if you're patient enough. Please take good care of him. I would also like to know that he went to a loving new home, so please, if you take him in, send me a message to [email address]. Thank you!"

The thing is, Moose might be moody, he might be obsessed with and talk incessantly about things I don't know or care much about, he might tell you the same HORRIBLE joke 100000000 times (and laugh about it Every. Single. Time. so hard that he goes into a coughing fit), but you know what? That's the guy I'd marry again and again and again, all day every day.

[theonewiththefanfics]

Magnets And Mistletoes (one-shot)

Synopsys: Bucky is hopelessly in love with the Reader, but can never gather enough courage to do something about it. But maybe a little help from a mistletoe is all he needs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: floof

Warnings: I literally cannot remember, but apart from cuteness overload, nothing

Word count: 2613

   It was an early morning in the Avenger’s Tower. Soft winter light filtered through the giant glass panes and cast everything in a beautiful yellow glow. Mindless chatter surrounded the people in the room as they tried to wake up by drinking pots upon pots of coffee and stuffing their faces with food. Bucky Barnes in the meantime was lost in his own little world, tuning out his surroundings and just enjoying how it felt to wake up in a place where he felt safe. That was until a clink echoed around him. Metal against metal.    Two blue eyes looked down and what he saw made his brows furrow. There on his new vibranium arm was a magnet. Bucky looked around the room, but no one acted differently. He turned to look at Sam sitting on the other side of the couch, who was the embodiment of the living dead, brown glazed over eyes hungrily looking down his cup of caffeine, but other than the Falcon, no one was around him.    Until he heard a snicker. Whipping around, he glanced at the gathered group by the kitchen island and there, her shoulders tense and head down sat Y/N. Her Y/H/C hair was a wild mess and she was clad in only a deep burgundy hoodie, beige sleeping shorts and knee-high fuzzy socks.    “Anything funny you wanna share, doll?”    Slowly she turned to look at the ex-Winter Soldier and his breath hitched in his throat at the joy shining in those Y/E/C eyes.    “Nope. Anything you wanna tell me, Jamesy?”    He loved that nickname. Obviously, only Y/N was allowed to call him that. The last time Thor tried to do the same he almost went on a rampage.    A smirk tugged up his lips. “Oh, I think there is something you’d like to say.” Bucky stood up and sauntered over to the girl. She spun around on the barstool, now fully facing him, knees crossed and body leaning on her elbows. If they weren’t surrounded by their friends, he’d take her then and there, ravish her until she’s dizzy and slurring her speech. And also, if he wasn’t so deathly afraid of rejection.

   Towering over her, he caged the woman in his presence.    “So, you’re telling me you have nothing to do with this little thing?” he said, eyes pointing at the snowflake magnet.    “Now, honey, why would I do that?”    “I don’t know. You tell me.”    The stare off didn’t last long as Y/N burst out laughing and Bucky followed suit. Her eyes crinkled in the corners and her smile was so wide the man’s heart started beating out of his chest.    “Fine,” she said taking her cup of coffee and sipping on it. “Just wanted you to look a bit more festive. After all, you are the Winter Soldier.”    “I’m the Winter Soldier, not the Snowflake Soldier.”    “Well,” Y/N leaned in so close her breath fanned over Bucky’s neck and he shivered. “Now I declare you the Christmas Soldier.”    He had to gather every ounce of self-control not to lean in and kiss her breathless.    “And if I say no?”    Y/N jutted out her bottom lip as if mocking Bucky and his feelings, because holy shit, did he want to bite on it. “Then you’ll make this girl really, really sad and she’ll be unhappy because of you.”    “Hmm,” Bucky mussed, looking into her Y/E/C eyes and he could have sworn they dropped down to look at his mouth. “We can’t have that now, can we.”    He almost missed the quiet ‘no’ that escaped her lips if it hadn’t been for how close they had moved together.    A loud ‘FUCK IT’ roared through Bucky’s mind and he was just about to lean in to close the gap when Tony entered the room, Peter Parker following the billionaire.    “This is a child-friendly zone, so back off Elsa.”    Bucky instantly sprung back, and his heart dropped while at the same time it started beating as fast as a running horse, at the look on Y/N’s face because she looked almost disappointed.    “We’re having a Christmas ball, everyone. And we all will be there,” Tony gave the team a pointed look, not taking all the groans of protest into account. “This isn’t going to be a big thing, but still, the required dress code is- fancy.”    “Tony, your small gatherings are usually at least five hundred people,” Y/N pointed out, finishing her drink and placing the empty mug in the sink.    “Well, this time really it’ll be a small gathering. Just us, some SHIELD agents and our families, so Clint, you can bring the whole gang around.”    The archer’s face lit up like a Christmas tree at the mention of his wife and kids. Y/N’s own face split up in a smile. “What’s with the change?” she asked, looking over at Tony.    And everyone was surprised by the sincerity and seriousness of his words. “Because we just need to be around the people we love. After… everything… And I don’t want anyone but the people I care about.”    Even Nat was stunned by Tony’s honesty. Seeing the expressions on everyone’s faces he cleared his throat and returned to the aloof businessman. “Right. Bruce, I actually wanted to talk to you.”    The two scientists exited the room talking about improving something with the nano-tech and Y/N’s gaze followed them as they disappeared.    “Doll?” Bucky’s voice pulled her out of the daze. “You okay?”    She looked at him all confused until his calloused thumb wiped away a trail of tears.    “Yeah, just… Hate remembering about what that grape took from all of us.”    His heart hurt knowing how much pain Thanos had caused all of them.    Y/N had joined the Avengers in Wakanda for the fight against the mad titan. Bucky was sceptical at first. They’d met as she landed her jet next to Steve’s and approached the gathered people.    “T’Challa. Good to see you again.”    The king quirked a brow and went in on for a hug. “I’m sorry to call you in on such short notice. And for such an occasion, but we’ll need all of the help we can get.”    “A psychopath is trying to destroy the universe. Of course, I want in on the fun.”    Steve and Sam approached next introducing themselves and last but not least Bucky. He gave her a small nod and she replied with a wink.    “Not to sound insensitive, but what can you do?” he’d finally asked after they’d led Vision inside the castle for Shuri to try and remove the stone.    “A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a little bit of everything.”    “Might give us a demonstration?”    She gave him a mischievous grin right as Sam announced there was incoming from up above and spaceships exploded over the Wakandan barrier.    “God, I love this place,” he muttered.    “Don’t start celebrating yet,” Y/N said, smile still evident on her face. “Shuri how are we looking?”    “I need more time,” came the teenager’s voice through the comms.    “Then time you shall have.”    Bucky gave her a confused look as she crouched down and pressed her palm against the ground. A soft rumble ebbed up his feet and legs and for a second, he thought it was the alien army advancing when he saw trees, actual trees rip out their roots from the ground and strike the branches through the spacecrafts, destroying as much as they could, implead six-legged bodies dropping to the ground.    “Don’t use up all your energy,” the king appeared by their sides, the Black Panther suit adorning his body.    “I was asked for a demonstration, that's all.”    Y/N threw Bucky a smile and he swore that was the moment she stole his heart.    Now, the pair was sitting on a love seat and chatting away, looking at a snowed over New York.    “You know, after Thanos, I never thought we’d get to see this,” Y/N said and glanced over at Bucky. “Snow. Earth itself. I never thought I’d be able to look at this and feel anything but despair and loss.”        Bucky’s voice was a low murmur. “Guess in the end things have a way of figuring themselves out.”    “Guess so,” the girl replied with a smile. “As long as we’re not afraid to fight for what we love.”    With that Y/N stood up and as she passed Bucky by, a soft metal clink could be heard. Looking down at his arm, there was another magnet on his arm. This time it was a little snowman

***

   Those words that Y/N had said to him before going to her room and getting ready for the ball resonated with Bucky. Not afraid to fight for what he loved. After everything that happened, not including a homicidal maniac dusting half the universe, he never believed he deserved love. Even in Wakanda accepting the fact he could have redemption was though enough, but now, the way Y/N had looked at him made the ex-Winter Soldier make up his mind. Finally.    He stood in front of the mirror, nervously fixing the bowtie circling his neck. He’d make his move. Tonight. And if all else failed he’d dig a hole to the centre of the earth just so Bucky didn’t have to deal with the aftermath.    The party was in full swing when he arrived at the deck, but the one person he wished to see was nowhere around.    “She’s running a bit late,” Nat’s voice pulled him back to reality. The redhead stood by his side, a deep jade gown trailing right to the floor as the halter neckline and backless cut gave off an elegant yet a femme fatale vibe.    “What makes you think I was looking for Y/N?”    Natasha’s smirk widened into a smile. “I never said you were waiting for Y/N, though, did I?”    Bucky was just about to rebuff what his fellow assassin implied, but there was no point in arguing. She was right. Bucky was ready to run after her when all heads turned to the side.    Bucky’s jaw hung open as Y/N entered the room. Her body was covered by a midnight blue cocktail dress and it hugged her body in every right place. The thin straps were two strings of the tiniest diamonds and sparkled almost as much as her eyes.    “If you don’t make a move, Buck then someone else most definitely will,” Steve muttered in his ear, snapping him out from the dreamy vision that was Y/N.    The dazzling beauty made her way towards the two super soldiers and hugged each of time, lingering a bit longer on Bucky.    “You look absolutely dashing,” she said, looking the pair over.    “Given how Tony threatened there will be a group photo, we had to pull out all the stops.”    Y/N smiled and chuckled at Steve’s response before he excused himself and went to make a few drinks at the bar.    “You’re breathtaking,” the words escaped Bucky’s mouth before his brain could process what they meant. Instead of a weirded out look, the girl threw him the most brilliant smile ever.    “Thank you, Jamesy.”    There was a slight pause and once again, the undeniable urge to kiss Y/N clouded his mind but she interrupted his train of thought. “Now let’s go get us drinks. Cause I don’t think I’ll be able to stand Tony’s and Pepper’s cuteness without some alcohol.”    Bucky snorted but lead the way as Y/N looped her arm through his. “And why is that?”    “Because those two are so sickeningly adorable, I think I might vomit rainbows. Also, forever alone and jealous.”    That Bucky could understand, for he desperately wished to have the same. With Y/N, if luck was on his side. Together they got their drinks and together they sat down on a little sofa a bit further away from the crowd and the band, easily slipping into a conversation about everything and anything.    They spent what felt like eternity like that, but it was mere two hours when Y/N excused herself to go to the lady’s room. Steve took her spot immediately.    “Did you tell her?”    “What?”    “Did you finally tell her how you feel?”    “Wh- no… not yet.”    The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed. “You two were awfully smiley for what it’s worth then.”    “Can’t we smile when we’re together?”    “Listen,” it was a deep and almost exhausted sight, “everyone is tired of you giving her lovesick puppy dog eyes and doing nothing about it, so if you don’t make a move, Sam’s about to set her up with some agent sitting by the bar.”    Bucky’s eyes widened with fear when they flitted to look at the unnamed SHIELD agent. He was average looking, definitely had nothing on Bucky, but then again he had nothing to lose either if Y/N didn’t reciprocate.    “Why would Sam do that? He knows how I feel.”    Steve had a blank look on his face. “We all do. So, you can either do something about it or mope for the rest of your life.”    In that exact moment, Y/N exited the bathroom and made her way towards Bucky again, only to be intercepted by that same dude. The ex-soldier usually prided himself for never panicking, no matter the situation he always remained calm and collected, but not this time. Just as the guy was starting to chat Y/N up, Bucky made a b-line towards her and intercepted their conversation.    “Anyway, I was just thinking, maybe the two of u-“    Bucky grabbed her wrist right in the last second and quickly pulled Y/N to stand by an empty doorway.    “What the hell was that James?”    His real name. Bucky was definitely in trouble.    “I- I just… umm… I just couldn’t let him ask you what he was about to ask.”    Her eyebrows shot to her forehead. “And that would be?”    “He-“ Bucky was at a loss for words and looked up as if there would be the answer, only to see a little green thing with a red bow keeping it in place.”    Mistletoe.    Her eyes followed his gaze and he heard her breath hitch.    “We don’t have to,” Bucky’s voice was husky as he looked down at the girl and her parted lips, sudden anxiety freezing his veins.    “Who says I don’t want to?”    It took him a second to process her words before his whole face was lit up by a grin and instantly, he leaned in and kissed her, one arm settling on the small of her back, pulling her body close to his and the other softly cradling her cheek.    It was everything he’d ever wanted and more for she was kissing him back with just as much vigour. Y/N’s palm settled on his unshaven cheek, slowly caressing his jaw as the other one wove into the slicked-back hair and completely messed it up. But he couldn’t care less.    Her need for air made them pull back, but he pressed their foreheads together, as if afraid she’d disappear like snow melting under the sun.    “Why did it take you so long?”    “Honestly, I don’t know.” Bucky’s head felt light and dizzy, a gentle feeling encasing his whole body until he realized it was Y/N’s hands moving up and down his arms. “But umm, if you’ll allow me… I’d like to do it more.”    “On one condition.”    “Anything.”    “You don’t wait until next Christmas to do so.”    A laugh of pure happiness surrounded the pair. “That I most certainly can promise.” And right there, where Y/N gripped his metal bicep in a vice-like grip, underneath her palm clinging onto the arm through his suit was a tiny mistletoe magnet.

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[skamfairy]

I want to hear about cleo and willow's relationship!!! You can't just mention them and not tell us how they are doing dhdjej also, I'm the anon that asked about the society and idk if you got my last ask, but i want to hear more about that too

Snsjwkwkwkwkwk OKAY OKAY OKAY So I gotta explain everyone’s personalities because they are all different! Go ahead and tag yourself after reading

Oscar

Oscar is an absolute sweetheart. He sleeps, he eats, he gets super close to you because he needs the comfort and love and he will follow my dad EVERYWHERE. he also lets Cleo kick him out of his bed and he’ll sleep next to her on the floor. He’s pretty clingy but it’s just cos he needs love and attention because he’s getting older and sadder everyday. It’s not a lie that he has a sad soul, there’s something in his eyes that share so much sorrow but he keeps going and he loves people so much. He’s a good baby he’s just so tired he’s had a god damn life you know? He’s for sure a hufflepuff

Cleo

Alright this gorl, bless her god damn heart I love her but she’s so fucking dumb. I’ve never met a more stupid cat. She’s an idiot but she’s a happy idiot you know? She’s got the spirit. SHE LOVES FOOD and she’s super enthusiastic and happy she even let my sister put socks on her. She’s just like sure man do whatever I’m a free spirit. She never thinks of the consequences and doesn’t understand anything but she’s living her life to the fullest and that’s all that matters. She’s a gryffindor. She’s just so happy and optimistic and carefree I love her she’s like a sunshine.

Willow

Okay sup here’s the best one. Willow is the smartest binch in the house. She knows exactly what’s up and how to dodge any activity she don’t want in on. We have to tie her travel cage up because she knows how to unlock it FROM THE INSIDE. She is extremely anxious. She’s been diagnosed with anxiety from the vet. She hates it when I leave her :(( but more than anything she is anxious of the vet hence the survival instinct with the cage. More than anything tho, willow is the most loving angel in the world. She don’t trust many people but when she does it’s like you’re her whole world. She’s so sweet and loving and would never hurt a fly. She is so good at understanding when someone is sad too like she ALWAYS KNOWS and will come and cuddle you which is amazing because cuddles are on HER TERMS. Willow has resting bitch face and looks done with life on the outside but on the inside she’s the most softest angel in the world. She’s a slytherin.

Okay so willow and Cleo’s relationship is complicated because Cleo wants to play with her all the time and willow is like no bitch I want my space leave me alone. They will play but sometimes Cleo doesn’t take willows hint that she’s not in the mood and will go too far and willow will be like bitch leave me alone and then come cry to me about it. (Willow goes all draco on us and is like “wait til my father hears about this” im the father) so yeah you think these siblings just don’t click BUT THEN when it’s sleepy time and Cleo comes to sleep with willow I’ll catch willow GROOMING HER and my heart explodes it’s so cute they basically have a normal sibling dynamic. They love each other but Cleo can be an annoying little sister and willow will be all LEAVE ME ALOOOOOONE MUUUUUUUUUUM. I love them.

My little sister thinks it’s funny because willow is my cat but she thinks she’s more like willow than I am and thinks I’m like Cleo who is her cat. So yeah I’m the happy idiot snwjwkwkwkwkwkw

OKAY THE SOCIETY I’ll put this under the cut cos spoilers

I don’t think I did get your last ask! So let me know what you wanna hear specifically but basically I found it entertaining anajakak I dislike so many characters including Allie whoops (i haven’t been in the tag so i have no idea if this is an unpopular opinion. let me know!) but yeah she just annoys the CRAP out of me it just got worse. 

 but I like a few like kelly I got super attached to kelly, i really love her idk why. sam and Gareth ofc are the goods and becca too love her and sams friendship. Oh and I like Helena A LOT I think she should be their leader she’s the most adult like I’d let her lead me sure. Maybe I’m saying this cos I’m a lesbian tho asjhasjhjahs

i wish cassandra didn’t die so soon like i was digging her for sure. like she did have this whole perfect thing happening but i wanted to explore her as a character more it would have been interesting if they touched on her flaws and shown that she was still a kid just like everyone else you know she don’t have all the answers. but nope. 

i think them making allie the fucking leader just cos her sister died was so dumb like what a stupid idea. like “oh they respect you cos you’re their leader” bitch i would be annoyed, like sure lets make the grieving 16 year old the leader of us. (i forgot her age so this might be wrong) im sorry allie is just asjhsajhasjhas so annoying to me if she’s your fave im sorry and im sure she’s great and i just missed something 

oh and yeah i like Elle, i just hate seeing her in pain all the time, save her already. 

also her boyfriend and sam’s brother i just. my issue with him is how he is written? i think it’s pretty lame for a show or a movie to just say straight up “oh he’s a psychopath so this is our bad guy” like what?? where is the depth and the story and the characterisation? like okay not to be like this but imagine if he was clearly a horrible human being in the real world and someone else is like !!!! so perfect and respected, but then they go to this crisis world and somehow the situation changes him and he has a whole character development and our BIG BAG is someone we never would have expected who seemed so good and innocent. 

idk that just would have been a better story than just creating a shit human being right of the bat in every way possible and even having to tell the audience HE IS EVIL FAM like lol what. so yeah from a nerdy storytelling view, not a fan of the character writing of that guy. 

man i love kelly tho, to be fair not sure why cos it’s not like the story focuses on her much but i’m just a fan of these kind of stories, showing how someone changes and she had a lot of change and i support her learning and helping becca and just GIRLS. 

im sorry this seems very negative but i actually enjoyed watching the show a lot there was just a lot of annoying characters which i’m sure you’ll feel it can’t just be me. i hope shjashjas 

i have no idea what the world is or whats happening pls tell me any theories if you have any!!! i really liked that scene at the end with peter pan that was great. OH ALSO I LIKE THAT GUY the smart guy who was into cassandra and bean!!! 

if kelly has to be with a guy i want it to be him defs. 

anyway omg im so sorry if my opinions were like sahashjashjahjs frustrating for you let me know what you think!! change my mind sjahjsajh my mind can be changed for sure with this. but yeah i did like it because i was super entertained and i wanna know whats up. 

oh and i didn’t mention sam and gareth much but yes love them they are so sweet help

[silvershadow1398]

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1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? >> Probably 2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? >> If I’m in an unfamiliar place then probably a 4, but I love the dark when I’m just in my room at home or school 3. The person you would never want to meet? >> Like type of person? A murderer, psychopath, sociopath, etc. 4. What is your favorite word? >> I don’t think I have one 5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? >> I dunno, a pine tree?

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? >> Dang I need to put some makeup on 7. What shirt are you wearing? >> My pajamas lol 8. What do you label yourself as? >> It really depends on who I’m with, but usually I’m the quiet, smart, and secretive one 9. Bright room or dark room? >> Dark if I must choose one, but preferably I like dim lighting 10. What were you doing at midnight last night? >> Asleep 11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? >> The age I currently am (21) has been difficult at times, but I’m slowly getting used to this whole emerging adulthood thing and I like it a lot. I’m even more excited for 22 12. Who told you they loved you last? >> My mom haha 13. Your worst enemy? >> I don’t think I have a WORST enemy right now but I certainly have people who don’t like me and I don’t like them 14. What is your current desktop picture? >> A photo I took of a koala at a sanctuary outside of Cairns, Australia 15. Do you like someone? >> Celebrities yes, people I see/interact with in real life no 16. The last song you listened to? >> I don’t feel like going back to look exactly, but some classical music 17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? >> Why would I do that though

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? >> No one right now 19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? >> No one? Wtf 20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) >> Ever since I’ve started shaping/tweezing my eyebrows myself, I REALLY like them. Not showing a pic for privacy reasons 21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? >> Oh god, probably pretty dopey looking. Imagine this skinny, short, scruffy asian dude hahaha 22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? >> Dance 23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? >> Unique? Not sure about that 24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. >> I don’t really care for sandwiches 25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? >> Save it 26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? >> Brisbane, Australia T_T 27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? >> Ok the ONE alcoholic drink I’ve enjoyed in my entire life was a frozen strawberry margarita at a Mexican restaurant in Townsville, Australia. That shit was amazing... 28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? >> Nobody is allowed to live or visit the island except a select few people and my favorite animals 29. What is your favorite expletive? >> Cliché, but fuck is probably the one I say the most 30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? >> My laptop 31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? >> Yikes, I can’t pick one 32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! >> Good, the US sucks anyway. Brisbane here I come! 33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? >> Is it bad if I currently don’t have anyone in mind... 34. What was your last dream about? >> I don’t remember other than that it was fucked up 36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? >> Thankfully no 37. Have you ever built a snowman? >> Yes, with help 38. What is the color of your socks? >> Not wearing socks rn, but today they were orange Bambas 39. What type of music do you like? >> My music taste is fucked up lol 40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? >> I’m usually not awake for sunrises, so sunsets 41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? >> Vanilla 42. What football team do you support? >> I don’t care for football 43. Do you have any scars? >> Yep 44. What do you want to be when you graduate? >> Hahahahahahahaha... 45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? >> There are a lot of things... 46. Are you reliable? >> I can be 47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? >> Are you happy? 48. Do you hold grudges? >> Yes 49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? >> I’m getting too tired to think this hard... it’s 10:30 on Tuesday 50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? >> I’ve probably had all kinds of unusual conversations 51. Are you a good liar? >> I can be 52. How long could you go without talking? >> Honestly I would never speak again if possible 53. What has been you worst haircut/style? >> Until about age 6.5, I had the stereotypical asian bowl cut -_- 54. Have you ever baked your own cake? >> No 55. Can you do any accents other than your own? >> British and Australian, but horribly so I would never do it in front of someone 56. What do you like on your toast? >> I don’t eat toast 57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? >> Probably something for school 58. What would be you dream car? >> I like my current car 59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. >> I sometimes sing, but only if I’m in a private bathroom (so never in one of the stalls at school). I guess the unusual thing I do tend to do in the shower is daydream, but also I daydream literally 12 hours a day 60. Do you believe in aliens? >> I think aliens are out there. In terms of what they look like or where they are, I don’t know 61. Do you often read your horoscope? >> No 62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? >> I have no idea 63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? >> Dragons since they’re fantasy 64. What do you think about babies? >> They can be cute, but also stinky and fussy. I’ll play with a baby for a little bit, but I have no desire to change diapers and I sure as hell don’t want my own