#gonna have to call out of work either tonight or tomorrow morning at 7am

[dragonlover44]

I've come back from Melbourne with a full blown cold. im so annoyed. hope it's not covid and just a cold, I've had my vaccinations.

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

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track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

[thepartyresponsible]

halloween fill #9. i got the prompt for this one by combining ideas from here and here.

the prompt was: in vino veritas + serial killers.

here’s steve rogers and tony stark, as special agents instead of superheroes. warnings for references to alcoholism, crime scene gore, and murder victims, including one murdered child. warnings also for irredeemable fluff and spilled coffee.

Steve gets the first text at 1:15am. It’s from Barton, and all it says is: Come get him. Now.

The second text hits a little after 1:20, when Steve’s sliding his wallet into the pocket of his jeans and trying to remember where the hell he left his keys. No words this time, just an image. Steve doesn’t open it until he’s in the car.

It’s Tony, facedown on the bar. Steve tries not to think what it says about him – about the both of them – that he can recognize Tony just from the way his dark hair fans out against the pitted wood of Barton’s bar.

By the time he gets to Clint’s place, Tony’s out in the alley, puking. So at least that’s over with.

“Hey, man,” Barton says, as he sidles up to the window. He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, toward Tony. “Blowjobs are twenty dollars. Thirty if he pukes on you.”

Steve stares at him. “Hi, Barton,” he says, after a beat, because his mother raised him with manners. “Why in God’s name would the price go up if he pukes on me?”

Barton shrugs. “I don’t know why you’re into the weird shit you’re into, Rogers. I just know as soon as he gets sick you come running.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Steve says. He shoves the door open, and Clint dances back out of the way, which means he, at least, is still sober enough to drive himself home. “You mind not getting him so shitfaced on a Tuesday night, Barton?”

“Nat served him,” he says, with a shrug. “You got a problem with how drunk he gets, take it up with her.” He gives Steve a wave and sets off toward the bar, passing the torch in the increasingly complicated relay of keeping Tony alive through any given workweek.

Steve would throw more of a fit, but there was never a chance that anyone at this bar was going to cut Tony off. Not tonight. Not after what happened to the Coopers. Not when they know they can call Steve to pick him up. Which is exactly why Tony comes here when he knows he’s about to make a series of bad decisions.

“Hey, Steve,” Tony says, when he finishes puking and comes staggering out into the parking lot, a lit cigarette in either hand. “Sorry. Did Clint call you? I was just gonna sleep it off.”

“In your car?” Steve glances around at the snow piling up, at the clear sky above. “How many fingers were you planning to have in the morning, Stark?”

“Oh, Stark.” Tony winces. “Guess I’m in trouble.”

He lifts one cigarette to his mouth and inhales while he ashes the other one with a neat, well-practiced flick. He switches them out on the exhale, and Steve would be more impressed if he hadn’t seen this routine about a dozen times over in the past three months.

“I told you,” Steve says, even though he knows he shouldn’t. Even though he knows it’s pointless. “I told you about this case. What’d I say?”

“You say a lot of things,” Tony tells him, with a mutinous huff. “Don’t you have anything better to do with that mouth? Cuz I’ve got suggestions, if you’re looking.”

“Great,” Steve says, because he hadn’t realized they’d hit that part of the evening. “Load up. We’re driving with your window down.”

“I have never,” Tony says, with an awful lot of dignity for a man in his condition, “thrown up in your car.”

“No, but you’ve puked out that window a few times.” Steve hooks a hand around Tony’s elbow and starts herding him toward the car.

“Oh no, you’re doing it again,” Tony says, grimacing down at Steve’s hold. “Steve, you’re perp walking me. Steve, c’mon.”

“You have the right to remain silent,” Steve tells him. “In fact, I welcome it. I request it.”

He takes one cigarette out of Tony’s hand, and, while he’s whining about that, he snatches the other, and he grinds them both out against the asphalt.

“You’re a real asshole, Steve Rogers,” Tony says, staring grimly over his shoulder at his crushed up cigarettes.

“Yeah, that’s what you always tell me.” Steve opens the passenger door. “Watch your head,” he says, and then he guides him in anyway, hand wrapped protectively around the top of Tony’s head so he doesn’t give himself yet another set of bruises.

“Ugh,” Tony says, staring up at him with an interesting mix of despair and defiance. “You’re arresting me.”

“I am not arresting you,” Steve says. “I am taking you home.”

“You never mean that in the fun way,” Tony tells him. For a second, he looks legitimately forlorn, sitting there in Steve’s car, eyes bloodshot, face pale everywhere except the bruises under his eyes.

It’s hard to remember, when he looks like this, that this is Special Agent Stark, the Iron Man, the agent who brought down Vanko, and Stane, and the Mandarin. He looks worn down and vulnerable, looks harmless. Defenseless. Fragile.

He’ll probably throw up twice more before Steve gets him home, but he’ll be at work by nine tomorrow morning, handing breakfast and coffee, dropping notes on people’s desks with breakthroughs he had in the night.

Steve sighs. “I told you,” he says, gentler than before. “I told you not to keep this case. You’re too close to it, Tony. Fury should’ve reassigned you weeks ago.”

Tony closes his eyes and slumps low in his seat. “You gonna lecture me the whole drive home?” he asks. “Because I’d rather just wait for the Barton express.”

Steve rolls his eyes and very deliberately does not slam the door. By the time he gets around the car and into his own seat, it’s impossible to tell if Tony’s actually passed out or just faking it, so he reaches over and buckles him in, rolls the window down low enough that Tony won’t headbutt the glass this time if he needs to throw up some more.

They make it about five miles before Tony tips his head Steve’s direction and opens his eyes. “We don’t know he killed Coopers,” he says. “Could’ve been a copycat.”

Steve wonders if that’s what Tony’s been telling himself. If it makes it any easier, the idea that maybe this wasn’t their fault. Maybe the serial killer they’ve been tracking all over the East Coast didn’t double back to murder the Coopers right in in their backyard to prove some kind of point.

But the neatness of the crime scene, the execution-style gunshot wounds, the words Hail Hydra painted with the father’s blood on the windshield. It sure as hell looks like the Winter Soldier’s work.

“You’re too close to it,” Steve says. “Tony, it’s not healthy.”

“Take it away then,” Tony says. “Give up on it. Go in and tell Fury tomorrow that we’re done.”

Steve swallows. His hands tighten around the steering wheel.

“Yeah,” Tony says, with that throaty, rattling laugh he gets whenever he’s been smoking too much. “You can’t give it up either, Rogers.”

Steve doesn’t show strain the way Tony does. He doesn’t drink; he doesn’t go days without sleep. He likes to be in control. And the more things stir up, the harder things lean into the chaos, the more controlled he becomes.

But it’d be a lie to say that it isn’t getting to him. It’d be dishonest to pretend like he doesn’t want to find the person who did this and control them right out existence.  

“I’ll drop it,” Steve says. “I would. I will. Tony, you’re not coping.”

“Maggots are eating that five-year-old girl, Stevie,” Tony says, with another creaking laugh. “How does anyone cope?”

Steve grimaces. “Jesus,” he says, “you don’t have to get so graphic.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” Tony says.

Steve swallows and speeds up. No one is going to pull him over, and, if they do, there’s no cop in this city who’d write him a ticket. Not Captain America. Not with Tony Stark in the passenger seat.

“You shouldn’t drink so much,” he says, when he can’t bite it back anymore. “I know how you feel. I get it. But it’s getting out of control.”

“You should’ve seen me in my twenties,” Tony says, with a small, self-effacing smile. “That whole decade was out of control.”

“Stop deflecting,” Steve says, as they pull into Tony’s driveway. “I’m worried about you, Tony. Jesus. This is a mess. You’re a mess. This case is a mess. We shouldn’t--”

“Wanna come inside?” Tony asks, interrupting him. He smiles, crooked and smug and a little knowing. “Or are you still pretending that you aren’t interested?”

Steve frowns. He shoves the car into park with a bit more vehemence than necessary and then he reaches over and undoes Tony’s seatbelt. “You need help getting inside?” he asks.

Tony laughs again, and it’s too fond to be mean, but it stings anyway. “Yes,” he says, “I need help getting inside, and I need help getting to bed, and I need help getting undressed. C’mon, Steve, help me out.”

“I hate when you do this,” Steve says, softer than he wants to, a little hollow with how much he means it. “I hate it, Tony. I wish you’d stop.”

Tony’s silent for a long moment and then he curses quietly and shoves the door open. Steve hears the clatter of his shoes hitting the ground, and then there’s nothing. Eventually, he hears Tony sigh. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Steve, fuck, look at me.”

Steve looks up. He can’t help it. He’s been looking at Tony for years.

Tony studies him, and a pained, apologetic grimaces crosses his face. “Shit, Rogers,” he says, “I didn’t mean to--- I really did think you were interested.”

Steve breathes in sharp over his teeth. It’s cold and dark and surreal, damn near 2am on a Wednesday morning. And they both have to be at work in a handful of hours.

“You’ve never made a single move when you’re sober,” he says.  He tries to keep the hurt out of his voice, but he doesn’t manage it. That’s always been a problem for him. He’s always just a bit too honest.

Tony stares at him for a long second before he swings the door shut. Steve watches him until he’s inside, just to be sure. Just to make sure he’s safe.

  There’s a loud, insistent knocking on Steve’s door that starts up around 7am and does not stop. There’s a rhythm to it that’s nearly recognizable, and, as Steve makes his way carefully toward the front of his house, it resolves into the opening riff of Back in Black. Which means it’s Tony.

Which means he doesn’t need the gun he instinctively grabbed on his way to the door.

Tony’s not the only one coping poorly with the Winter Soldier’s sudden reappearance. It’s just that Tony, as usual, is so much louder about it.

Steve leaves his sidearm on the kitchen counter and runs a hand through his hair as he goes for the door. A quick glance through the window shows Tony, head banging softly, holding coffee in one hand and pounding at Steve’s door with the other.

“Steve,” Tony yells, like he can sense him. “Steve, sleepyhead, Goldilocks, Sleeping Beauty, wake up.”

Steve unlocks the two deadbolts and swings the door open. Tony openly goggles at Steve’s bare chest for a second before very determinedly looking up at his face. “The Winter Soldier’s talking to us, Steve,” he says. He grabs the folder he’d had shoved under his arm and waves it in Steve’s face. “Messages,” he elaborates, as he steps, uninvited, right into Steve’s house. “I’ve been going over the crime scene photos, and--”

“Tony,” Steve says, “it’s seven in the morning.”

“Yeah,” Tony says, brow furrowing. “Close the door, make some coffee. It’s fucking cold outside, Steve. Come on.”

Steve hesitates for a second and then shuts the door. If Tony wants to start the day early, that’s fine. It’s not like Steve takes much time to get ready anyway.

Although he probably would’ve showered and put on a shirt if he knew Tony was coming over.

What happened last night, the thing Steve shouldn’t have said, seems to have disappeared with all the other things that happen when Tony drinks. Tony grins at him over the rim of his coffee cup and then presses the folder into Steve’s bare chest until he takes it.

“He wants us to catch him,” he says. “I think. Or he’s trying to murder us. Kind of exciting either way, right? Nice to get some attention, pre-arrest. I, personally, am very flattered.”

Steve flips open the folder, gets one good look of the most recent horror show, and then shuts it again. “Not before coffee,” he says. “Jesus, Tony. You could’ve warned me.”

“It’s the hands,” Tony says, helpfully. “I think this is why he cuts them off sometimes.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, with a heavy exhale. “Okay. Coffee first.”

Shirt first. Steve starts the coffeemaker and then heads into his bedroom, comes back to find Tony eating yesterday’s leftovers, staring pensively at the crime scene photos while he lifts noodles into his mouth.

“Oh,” Tony says, looking up with a frown. “You didn’t have to get dressed for me. That view was making my whole morning, Rogers.”

Steve hesitates. There’s a weird moment between them, when Tony’s chewing his way through Steve’s day-old takeout and Steve’s just staring, wrong-footed and confused, still a little dazed from sleep.

“I only hit on you when I’m drunk, cuz I figure it’ll hurt less,” Tony tells him, helpfully, “when you punch me in the face.”

“I wouldn’t—Jesus, Tony.” Steve is legitimately horrified. “I wouldn’t punch you in the face.”

“No, I know that. I meant punch me in the face emotionally. I know you wouldn’t actually--- you’re a good guy, Steve. Good, nice. Brilliant. Perfect.” Tony makes a face like it physically pains him to say these things out loud. “You deserve a better partner than me. I know Fury paired us up cuz he thought you’d keep me out of trouble, but--”

Steve crowds him back against the kitchen island, curls his hand around Tony’s wrist and pulls the fork, with all its hanging noodles, away from Tony’s mouth.

“Um,” Tony says, wide-eyed and blinking. “Were you gonna eat those? Is--”

Tony tastes like coffee and sesame noodles. He’s frozen for three full seconds, mouth still curled in the shape of whatever word he was working on, and then he unfreezes, leans in and kisses back, makes a soft, pleased noise in the back of his throat that sounds exactly like something that’s going to make Steve late for work.

The kiss breaks when Tony drops his coffee cup, and the coffee splatters all over Steve’s kitchen floor.

“Shit,” Tony says. His face contorts for a second, like it wants to take a stab at being mortified, but then relaxes into the single smuggest grin Steve’s ever seen on his face. “Damn, Rogers,” he says. “You have a crush?”

Steve snorts as he drops a kitchen towel on the floor, kicks it at the growing flood of coffee. “Yeah, which one of us dropped their coffee, Tony?”

“You kissed me so stupid my hands stopped working,” Tony says. He sounds entirely too enthused about that. When Steve glances up at him, Tony’s looking at him with an intense, hungry focus that Steve’s only ever seen him direct at new cases and fresh coffee.

Steve can feel himself start to blush, but he can’t help smiling back. “Jesus, Tony,” he says, “we’ve gotta get to work.”

Tony smirks at him, mischief sparking in his eyes. Steve hasn’t seen that look in weeks. He tips his head back, eyeing Steve with a slow, thoughtful look that Steve can already tell is going to cause problems in the future, and then, slowly, begrudgingly, he nods.

“Yeah,” he says. “Alright. Work first, dinner after?”

Steve blinks. The coffee has spread across the floor, and he should really do something about that. “Work first,” he agrees, and then leans in and kisses Tony again, thorough and careful and mindful of the takeout precariously located right next to Tony’s elbow. “Dinner after.”

“Jesus, Rogers,” Tony says, a little breathless. “Why don’t we take a long lunch?”

“Work,” Steve repeats, as he finally crouches down and starts wiping up the coffee.

“I’ve got a new witness,” Tony says, kneeling to help. “And she says she saw something suspicious in the back of my car. So, I figure, during lunch, we check it out.”

Steve is both horrified and charmed that Tony apparently thinks he’s still young enough to fool around in someone’s backseat in the middle of the day. “No, Tony.”

“Steven,” Tony says, very seriously, “as servants of the public, we are required to diligently and exhaustively check up on all possible tips.”

Steve curls his hand around Tony’s chin, tips his face up, and kisses him again, because it’s seven in the morning, and Tony’s sober, and he’s still hitting on him anyway. He doesn’t know how anyone could expect him to keep his hands to himself.

“If I’m giving up my lunch break,” Steve tells him, just as seriously, “it sure as hell better be for more than the tip.”

Tony’s goes lax with surprise and then he laughs, sharp and bright. He laughs for the first time in weeks, and it settles into Steve’s chest like the first warm day after winter, feels like something frozen inside him has finally started to melt.

[survhaiz]

nine

ever felt like you were being used? yes.

is it worth crying over a guy or a girl? crying releases oxytocin which is an endorphin that makes you feel good, so yeah. you’re ultimately gonna feel better after crying, meaning it’s definitely worth it.

who did you last talk to on the phone for longer than 10 minutes? Jackie.

did you have any unread text messages when you woke up today? oh shit, that reminds me that i still have to text Anna back.

has the last person you texted ever been mad at you before? probably.

do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? i can tell him almost everything.

do you have a reason to smile right now? i know i do. it’s just a hard time right now.

what do you currently hear right now? Keith is playing some fighting game on his old Nintendo system.

do you think you can last in a relationship for three months? i have.

when was the last time you cried really hard? earlier today.

closest green object to you? the tops of my water flavoring containers.

what color are your eyes? hazel.

do you find piercings and tattoos attractive? they can be.

what do you hate about your school? i don’t have a school currently.

have you ever kissed a blue-eyed person? i don’t think so. maybe, actually. i don’t remember if either of the Tyler’s had blue eyes.

do you make eye contact when you talk to people? i try to but sometimes it feels like it’s too much so i’ll stop.

where is your phone? on the bed next to me.

if you found out your friend was smoking weed, would you be disappointed? lol, no.

would you prefer a kiss on the cheek or neck? cheek if it’s cute, neck if it’s to get me ~iN tHe MoOd~.

could you cry right now? i feel like i could always cry.

the shirt your wearing, does anyone else have it? in the world? i’m assuming yeah.

do you get irritated easily? i can. i don’t want to anymore, though.

what were you doing at 4AM? sleeping.

are you more of a night or morning person? night.

when did you talk on the phone last? today at some point.

how fast does your mood change? it depends on the situation and the person i’m talking to. it can usually change pretty quickly.

are you a jealous person? i can be.

would you go in public looking like you do right now? yes.

when is the last time you saw your sister? i last saw Maggie a few hours ago and i last saw Jackie yesterday.

do you know anyone with the same birthday as you? not personally, but Robin Williams did have the same birthday as me.

what are you doing this weekend? working.

are you an alcoholic? no.

do you like to sleep? love it.

are you anything like the person you were last year? for the most part.

would you rather go to Tokyo or Paris? Paris.

last time you had a nice bubble bath? baths are disgusting so probably not since i was a little kid.

do you like silver or gold better? silver.

was yesterday terrible? not particularly.

does it make you mad when people stare at you? i don’t like being perceived.

what was last thing you drank? water.

what are you doing tonight? made dinner, ate dinner, did laundry, now i’m taking a survey. i’ll probably go on TikTok again before bed.

can you honestly say you’re okay right now? i’m feeling okay at this very second.

will tomorrow be better than today? i hope so.

do you still talk to your friends from elementary school? no. i don’t even really talk to my friends from high school.

do you like dressing up? sometimes.

has anyone laid on your bed besides you? a handful of people.

how do you feel when someone kisses you on your forehead? it’s cute.

how many times have you dyed your hair? too many to count.

who was the last person you had a face to face conversation with? Keith.

have you ever walked away from someone who was yelling at you? yes, and i need to start doing it more often.

did you kiss or hug anyone in the last 48 hours? yes.

when you say you don’t care do you mean it? about certain things.

are you sitting or standing? laying.

you’re covered in soap in the shower, when you realize you’ve got company -- it’s a spider. what do you do? scream and hop out of the shower and make Keith get it.

where is your biological mother right now? in her bedroom.

what time did you wake up this morning? i think, like, 10:30.

what are you doing tomorrow? working.

do you like to cuddle? sometimes.

has anyone lied to you today? i’m not sure. you’d have to ask them.

have you ever been called beautiful? yes.

has anyone upset you in the last week? yes.

what’s something you do when you’re mad? cry.

do you always answer your phone? i hate answering my phone.

will you be up before 7AM tomorrow? probably not.

how many people of the opposite sex do you trust? i don’t think i trust anyone.

is there alcohol in your house? maybe somewhere.

how often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking? it depends on who i’m talking to. it’s getting harder and harder to do that.

do you curse in front of your parents? yes. 

where was the last place you fell asleep other than your own bed? i don’t remember. hotel in Wisconsin, maybe?

how many pillows do you sleep with? two.

are you white? yes.

was it sunny today? i honestly can’t remember.

would you ever consider dying all of your hair blue? yes.

last thing you ate? vegan dumplings and noodles with mushrooms. then some gluten free Oreos.

would you ever pick gum up from the ground and eat it? no.

has anyone taken your pants off in the past two weeks? yes.

are you wearing jewelry right now? no.

have you ever gotten surgery? a few. ear tubes, three Bartholin cyst surgeries, gallbladder removal.

who are you in the room with? Keith.

what are three things you did today? went to Walmart, picked up my mom, went tanning.

are you taller than 5 foot 7 inches? i’m 5′8.

are you planning to go to a movie anytime soon? probably not, considering COVID’s still a thing.

what was the first thing you thought about when you woke up? how tired i was and how much i wanted to go back to bed.

do you ever feel curious about how people see you? yes.

are you someone who worries too often? yes.

what did your last text say? to Keith, telling him i was on my way home from Meijer after picking up my mom.

what is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? i like it in oatmeal. or on waffles.

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Friday, February 1, 2019

post #389

main points:

- went for another blood test (second one)

- long shower

- started watching netflix’s show “explained” and leftover hoagie for lunch

- learned wii fit trainer for smash

- played smash online for... 4 hours

- packing for chicago/seattle

- dinner with the fam at e. buffet without sheena :’( 

- fortnite with bryan/josh (attempted but servers down)

- smash doubles with sheena

today i:

- woke up at 7:45 ish when my dad woke me up. i had my alarm set for 8am

i quickly got out of bed, grabbed my blood test papers and then took the car to leave. i needed to go asap cause my mom needed the car to drive to work

- went to the lab and waited for about 10 minutes after checking in. then got called in by the same woman who took my blood last time. her assistant wasn’t there this time though. i asked her to do it on my right arm this time cause i think my left arm is still recovering. this time she didn’t have to wiggle it around, it was a quick in and out and done drawing blood within 30 seconds

- drove back home and got back around 9am. my mom took the car and drove out to work. then i chilled for a while, watching some youtube videos. daniela andrade made a new song!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7fl5ATu5vw

- took a long shower from 9:30-10:30am

- started my laundry so that i could pack it for later tonight

- i called BU to figure out my student account inquiry cause they were still charging me for an apartment plan even though i graduated. the person on the phone said the payment will be cleared by 5pm today so i was like oh okay cool

- went downstairs to eat lunch which was my leftover chicken salad hoagie and fries. and then i browsed netflix and found a show called “explained”, which was a collab with vox. i forgot i wanted to watch this from a while back. i watched the first episode on music, which was super cool to learn and watch. i love it it’s like vox videos but 5 times longer. they’re usually 4-5 minutes but each episode is 20 minutes

- around 1pm i decided to try to learn a new character so i just randomly picked... wii fit trainer. i watched tkbreezy’s video on it at 1.5x speed. it was 38 minutes long and i spent like 25 minutes watching it/practicing in training mode

then i played online and got wii fit trainer to elite smash. then i was like... hmm i guess i’ll try to get ike into elite smash. then that worked pretty quickly. i got lucky i think. cause i got matched up against relatively bad/okay ish players so even though i didn’t practice ike, i was doing okay. then i was like... i guess i’ll try dedede. then got him into elite smash. learning dedede was very weird. also got lucky cause i wasn’t playing that well honestly. but the other players weren’t too great either and i got through and won. he has such a weird style of gameplay. then got inkling into elite smash. that was not too bad cause i played him before on the alt acc to elite smash. also i played against this really good ness, it was super fun. we kept saying “well played.” “good fight!” and other friendly taunts. elite smash cutoff right now is like 3.5mil GSP and most of the characters i have started around 3.2mil GSP

- started packing around 5pm. it was snowing all afternoon so i was gonna go outside to shovel some snow (it was like an inch maybe?) but dad came home around 4:30pm and created some basic paths. so i was like oh okay i’ll just go pack then

packed up all my clothes, drone and camera stuff

- went upstairs and wasn’t sure what to do so i tried to play falco to get him to elite smash. falco is... so weird compared to smash 4. he’s completely changed and i kind of don’t really like it. his jump is so sensitive, i can’t short hop consistently. also his moves feel so different from smash 4 >:( i played from 6-7pm. around 6:50pm i got kind of sick of playing so much smash today and was gonna take a break and watch another episode of explained, but mom came home so we were like okay dinner time

- we were gonna go to a steakhouse near us for dinner. sheena stayed after school for rehearsal and went to eat dinner with her friends. when we got to the steakhouse, the wait was 45 minutes.. so we were like, i guess we could just go to e. buffet, so we went there instead :p i ate more fried foods this time cause i was feeling more americanized food. like chicken fingers, fries, etc. nice filling meal

- got back home, took a shower and cut my nails

- i hopped on discord to play fortnite with bryan and josh around 9:30pm. chris also joined too. but then we tried to start the game and they said the servers were down for emergency maintenance... rip. we tried to play survive.io but it was only 50v50 and no squads :o 

i started typing up this blog post while chatting on discord. we were just trying to figure out what other games to play. sheena just came back around 10pm and we’re gonna play some smash doubles and then i’m gonna go to sleep

gotta wake up at 7am tomorrow morning!

it’s 10:36pm and sheena’s playing solos right now with zelda but i’m gonna join her in doubles

also health update: had bowel movement in the morning and one at night. both times small ish stools but at least no watery stuff. but when i wipe there’s some watery-ness to it :o idk what that means

okay the end. trip begins tomorrow!