#had to get the timeline i made for them out again. these dumbasses know each other for so long sjdjkfdsdf
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Fast Car Four (of four)
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Jason swallowed down hysterical laughter. âNo, I don't.âÂ
Major understatement. Jason did not want Danny to talk to Batman. There were a couple reasons!Â
Most crucial to his mission was that he was pretty sure Danny would make him seem a lot less dangerous and intimidating. He needed Batman to think the Red Hood was a coldly calculating threat, not a nice guy who tipped well. Danny was weirdly blithe about hanging out with a man who was over the national news for mass murder and taking over a drug market. Now that he was mostly over the shock of Dannyâs attempt to throttle him for endangering his academic ambitions, he kind of desperately wanted Danny to like him. But again, that was not conducive to the impression he needed to make on Gotham..
But also, Jason wasn't made of stone. Danny was wrong about being in danger from Batman. Whatever he was, he clearly wasn't a criminal. He was some kind of persecuted minority. The highest Batman-related-risk he had was adoption.
âPretty goddamn terrible risk,â Jason thought, remembering Dickie's screaming fights with Bruce and his own catastrophic blowout.Â
Alright. How to make this work in the context of his plan?Â
âLemme think for a bit,â Jason said aloud, just so that Danny would steam less. âObviously, he isn't going to forget about you. He knows your name, where you live, alla that. The best way to get him off your ass is to make you irrelevant as a lead.âÂ
Emotionally compromising him really wouldn't hurt, either. It was really goddamn hard to make Batman sloppy. But Jason knew how to press his buttons. He thought it over and wordlessly led Danny into the safehouse to offer him bottled water from the fridge.Â
âHe's not going to find you here, by the way,â Jason absently reassured. âDo you have to go to class today?âÂ
Danny grimaced. âI can miss a day.â He cracked open the water bottle. âOne day.âÂ
Jason suppressed a cackle. He had one day to do something that got Danny off of Batman's sonar. He loved a generous king. âThanks, honey,â he said. And then he flatlined.Â
They looked at each other.Â
Neither one of them spoke. The air was very tense with⊠something.
Jason looked back at his phone and pretended to be very busy.Â
âI wish I wasn't a dumbass,â he mourned. Jason took a moment to be wistful for a better world. âFuck. I need to solve this. How do I- would dramatically escalating my timeline work? If I skip all the chess moves and just confront BruceâŠâ
He cleared his throat. âWhat are, uh, your thoughts on using your powers to commit a major crime for me just once, so that I can get the Batman off your case?âÂ
Danny's lips thinned. âI'll hear you out.âÂ
Jason's mind raced. âSo, uh, you stay here today, where he definitely can't see you. I have to go out for an errand or two, but you can just camp out here.â He frowned. âActually, Batman won't go out in the day.â Bruce had work. âYou can go to your classes. You probably should. School is important.â
âAnd Batman isn't going to like, track my car by traffic cameras and see that I came from here?â Danny raised an eyebrow.
âHe is going to do exactly that to see that you came here, and itâll take him all day.â
He felt a vindictive spark of joy over how Bruceâs old man neck was going to hurt after hours spent squinting at his monitors. Heâd used to microwave rice packs and hand them over periodically so the big dope didnât wind up laid up in bed the next day.
âWonder if the new kid does that.â
Jason snorted and hopped up on the kitchen counter. âNo, he's definitely going to do that. But it'll take him a while and I'll burn this location anywayâŠâ He trailed off as an idea hit. âDâyou know anything about cars?âÂ
It turned out that Danny knew enough.Â
So Jason made them breakfast, sent Danny off to school, and then went out to intimidate the minions he'd had for literally one friggin day.
That turned out to be completely unnecessary. Apparently the Joker got the news channel in Arkham and he was pissy about someone making a major news story under his old alias.Â
In another world, Jason would have flipped off the TV and hunkered down, let this chance pass him by because the stars were not aligned. But right here and now, there was a hot boy depending on him. So Jason was just going to make it work.Â
Danny came back to the safehouse after classes. âAre you sure Batman is gonna come here?â Jason watched with eagle eyes as Danny absently picked at the pot roast he'd had going all day. Danny liked potatoes. Noted.Â
âYeah, for sure.â He cleared his throat. âAnd heâll follow me if he hears word Iâm out.â
âLeaving me to actually do this.â Danny looked kind of disgruntled about it.
Jason opened his mouth to point out that drawing Batman away on foot was a lot more demanding than what he wanted from Danny, but then he made eye contact and felt a chill up his spine. Dannyâs stare looked positively dangerous. He was gripping his eating utensils with what was obviously way too much force and leaning ever so slightly towards Jason.
âI think heâll attack me with his spoon if I say that,â Jason thought with admiration. âThis man feels no fucking fear.â
âIâm sure that you can pull it off,â he said instead. âIt wonât take too long with density shifting.â
Danny made a sound deep in the back of his throat that conveyed a deep and enduring skepticism. Jason took a big bite of his own food to move the interaction along.Â
There was a huge sigh.
Some latent instinct cued Jason in that eye contact was required. He put down his food and focused on Danny. He conveyed his full attention as much as he possibly could while wearing a mask. He momentarily wondered if he should take it off but no, that was nuts.Â
âTell me that youâre sure this will work,â Danny said. He blinked at Jason, looking weary. âPersonally, I think that this sounds like it will just piss him off beyond belief and itâll point to me. I can see the benefit in sabotaging his transportation, donât get me wrong, itâll slow him down. But why this? Are you sure that I wouldnât be better off just going to him and telling him I donât really know you and I ran because I was afraid of him?â
Jason swallowed. âDanny.â He radiated his sincerity, willing Danny to feel it. âYou donât have to open up to him. Taking three tires off of his car is going to be psychological warfare because I did that to him when I was a kid. Itâs going to make him think of me and put him way off balance. When I confront him, he will not be thinking about a gig driver.â
Danny nodded slowly through that bit of personal information. He licked his lips. Jason tried not to imagine that he was doing the licking.
He cleared his throat but his voice still came out hoarse. âI know you donât know me very well.â Fuck it, it was clearly time for a big swing. Jason unpeeled the domino and did his level best not to let on that it hurt like a fucking BITCH to remove without using the right solution.Â
It was the right move. Danny was riveted at the show of trust, gaze darting over his exposed features before blinking and settling into intense eye contact. âI have your back. Okay?â He pulled his hand under the table to hide that it was trembling. âIf Batman doesnât put me in jail tonight, I will do whatever it takes to keep you off the radar. Alright?â
There was a nonzero chance that he was going off to die. Jason fervently hoped that his shitty fucking father pulled through for once in his miserable life and shot the Joker in his evil head. If he tried to find some clever solution, Jason was going to have to kill the fucker himself and then try to avoid getting the shit beaten out of him by his dad.
He felt a moment of painful regret that he was doing this. But he had to. It was his whole reason for being. He had to give Bruce this one last chance to show that he cared Jason had suffered and died.
It was like Danny looked right into his soul. âAlright.â Danny nodded slowly and then his face underwent a whole transformation. He didnât look like a tired college kid. He looked capable and determined. Jason felt his chest seize. âI believe you. And-â he hesitated before barrelling on. âIf Batman tosses you in jail, I guess Iâll get you out. I owe you dinner.â He indicated the table.
Jason felt himself smile. âYeah,â he echoed. âYeah, dinner.âÂ
He probably should have wondered how Danny thought heâd pull that off. But in that moment, he had no doubt. They were going to go out, at least once, and see if they could be something.
He was going to come back and he was going to take Danny out to a real dinner. He felt it in his bones.
They finished eating in silence. Then Danny silently watched Jason get ready for war, putting on his armor and rechecking his equipment. At the door, Danny handed him his gloves. It felt like a benediction. It felt like he was sending Jason off to battle with his favor.
âFour hours,â Danny said. There was no arguing with him. He reached out and wrapped his cool hand around Jasonâs wrist. Maybe he was feeling Jasonâs pulse. âIâll find you if you donât come back.â
Jason reversed the grip. He brought Dannyâs hand up slowly enough that there was plenty of time for him to pull away. Instead of a rejection, he saw Dannyâs pupils dilate. He pressed a kiss to the back of Dannyâs hand. âFour hours,â he agreed. Then he put on his helmet and went out to face the night.
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To all the great denizens of TumblrâŠ
What is your most despised plot/writing trope of your favorite genre? And what is your most Ride or Die trope?
!MINOR SPOILERS FOR JOHN WICK 4, SKYSCRAPER (2018), NIGHT AGENT (2023) AND LOST!
Action stories are definitely up there as one of my favorite genres.
To everyone else this may seem like a hot take, but I do not particularly enjoy romantic plots. Unless the story is a romantic genre I tend to get annoyed of them, especially because itâs always the two main characters and a good portion of the time are a guy and girl. Like- why canât they just be best friends at the end of the story, instead of having this prologue of them ending up together one way or another?
I recently watched Night Agent, yâknow that Netflix show? Needless to say it had this exact plot device. It came completely out of left field too. Iâm not even joking. Peter and Rose showed almost no indication of a relationship and were colleagues for a time (which I was really digging), then completely out of left field they start smooching and stuff in episode 6 I believe. I may have the timeline messed up but it was after their dumbasses managed to get labeled traitors of the US. The âwoe is meâ trope I speak about more below about REALLY came into full effect here for Peter. It messed with the tone too. I felt less of a feeling of dread for Peter specifically being framed, and more of a âoh so THIS is how they force him and Rose together?â Thereâs scenes where Rose is healing his wounds, then caressing his muscles, all while this broadcast plays about Peter being a traitor. The entire time itâs like the writers forgot we are supposed to feel terrible about that and instead made it into a scene, where we are made to feel like itâs hot that this girl is running around with her fugitive boyfriend and is the lone person who believes in the good will of Peter.
I find that romantic plots such as these are usually shoved in to add some amount of drama to the story where that drama never had to be present. It gets pretty repetitive and lazy as I see it over and over again in medias outside of the romantic genre. As mentioned before, I see they tend to do more harm than good. Thereâs usually some amount of âwoe is meâ involved, or a love triangle or needless break ups and such. One example that immediately comes to mind for me is Lost.
Bro- the love square going on in Lost was a mess. I cant even begin to fathom why they dragged out the whole âWho will Kate end up with? Jack or Sawyer?â for as long as humanly possible. There was the silly old simplicity of the âbad girl with a soft sideâąïžâ having to âchoose between the bad boy with a heart of gold or the noble Boy Scoutâąïžâ. Not to mention the random inclusion of Jack maybe ending up Juliet and that needless amount of tension from everyone questioning her loyalty. The story did this a lot where they simply didnât have characters communicate with each other, and this was by far its worst example. If Jack just pulled Kate- or heck anyone aside- and said âItâs not like that, sheâs just letting me know some valuable information that can save our livesâ??? That is just the tip of the iceberg with that whole debacle, but Iâd rather move on to my favorite tropes.
You know what tropes always get me good? Is my number one Ride or Die trope? I love fluid fighting sequences. Especially ones that in some way show the characters wit or willpower. I donât mind these scenes when they go on for several minutes, typically because any well written one wonât FEEL like itâs been several minutes. It will just go and go and fully immerse you into the action- and suddenly itâs been ten minutes and the scenes still going but you donât know that. Why? Because you are having too much fun watching those creative and unique ways each participant is using to try and take each other out.
I do believe the greatest modern example of this trope done right is the entire John Wick franchise. I could rewatch all four of those movies in a heartbeat and itâd hardly feel like an hours passed for me. All because of how beautifully choreographed those fights are, and how unique each opponent is for Wick. How each character has their own distinct fighting style even if it may just look like theyâre throwing punching at each other. John Wick 4 especially had this really cool scene (well several actually), showcasing a new character called Caine, and the several ways he navigates around being blind and still putting up as good a fight as every other High Table assassin. There was this one moment in particular where he was being introduced as a threat for the first time that we see him very clearly have limitations in navigating his surroundings, but uses sounds such as the enemy drawing their bow, the woosh of an arrow, the footsteps of another, and so on to tell where his opponents are. He even has these little audio buttons which he places along one of two routes the enemy can enter from so he knows when they are coming. Itâs quite nice seeing him maneuver around being blind while still being realistically blind.
There is another really tense action scene from a film Skyscraper (2018), where the main character Will is trying to get through the towers manual override to rescue his child. Because he is locked in a room with no access to the control panels he decides to deactivate it by cutting the wires outside the building (complicated I know but bear with me). What follows is this moment where we visibly see Willâs exhaustion as he makes a precarious pulley system and makes his way to the panel. Him deactivating it seems like a small victory, however because of the encroaching flames heâs forced to make a daring escape where he then is left wildly dangling on the side of he building. We are forced to watch him struggle to gain his bearings as he twists and turns midair, before being slammed into the buildings wall and nearly falling to his demise, only for his prosthetic leg to be caught in the rope. He then used his leg as a more solid bearing to grab into where he finally climbs back up to safety. All Iâm saying is it was a really great scene, you could hardly tell it was three minutes.
Oh yeah! Before I finish off please know I donât hate neither Lost or Night Agent. Lost especially is one of my favorite shows. My opinions are more so my own preferences for writing, as I am sure many really digger the romance in both those shows. Iâm just not too much a romantic person. It just means those plot lines are not for me. Every creative work as some amount of value, every creative work has potential, always remember that! I cant wait to see your responses! đđ
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Bless me with your OTP!
i was tagged by @lelibela and @noonvvraith, thank you! :D iâll tag: @thalasians @bleden-mark @lelianasgf @rkyloren @cataclysmic-shadows @arlathen
Avallacâh & Deithwen - The Witcher
How did they first meet?
Although they had heard about each other before, they didnât meet until they both qualified to study with the Aen Saevherne. They were both, at least for elven standarts pretty young, and Deithwen approched him while he was outside doing botany sketches, telling him she wanted to work with him and that it would be âbeneficial for the both of them if they want to keep up with their tasksâ lol. She promptly told him everything that was wrong about his sketches, what he needed to improve on, and that she found out what all the other tasks they had to do that month were. Avallacâh thought she was joking, but he agreed anyway. Imagine two kids, their noses somewhere in the air, way too arrogant (especially for their age) finding someone who actually seems to be able to keep up with the other, shaking their hands Ă la âhello, fellow nerdâ skdjjfhskjdhfksdffgdh
Were they immediately interested / attracted, or did that come later?
No they werenât interested, not romantically at least. They were âjustâ Science buddies in their little creep labs for the majority of their time together (~100 years of that before they fell for each other), honestly . Although, they always were drawn to each others minds the sapiosexuals at it again and there was always a part of them who always felt something for the other, they never pursued anything beyond the relationship they already had. Deithwen always thought he was intelligent and charming, but that was just a fact to her, just like it was a fact to him that she was beautiful and capable. It wasnât until some time after Lara Dorrens death had passed, and they met each other again after a long time of going their own ways, that they saw each other through completely different eyes.
What did they think of each other at first?
Avallacâh thought she was extremely bossy, in fact, it was widely known rumor he heard from a friend at the time that she was extremely bossy and full of herself, and above all: insufferable. And when he first met her he thought: Yep. All true. However, he is way to smart and independent to get bossed around by anyone, and he stayed anyway. No one ever mentioned how capable she was. Or, even though she was impatient and a quick-thinker, how willing to listen and learn. How ambitious and kind and cunning. He respected her for that. Deithwen had watched him for a while before approaching him, she thought he was quite mysterious. He was just Crevan then, but he already lived up to his reputation of âThe Foxâ, she thought, but the one thing she knew for certain was that he knew what he was doing. Back then all she cared about was knowledge and the elder blood, and she knew they had that in common.
Do they fight often? If so, what is their dynamic like?
They donât fight often, if at all. Sure, there can be disagreements, but they know each other long enough to know that she isnât blunt because she wants to hurt him, and that he isnât mysterious because he doesnât trust her. Once though, they didnât talk to each other for a while afterwards, it was nasty. Avallacâh catched her testing his loyality and love to her because she wasnât sure if he was over Lara. He, after watching this happen for a while, exploded, and she, absolutely not understanding what all this fuss was about, laughed and continued to trample all over his feelings. It was bad, that they didnât set their home on fire was honestly a surprise to both of them.
What their first kiss is like?
Much more... brazen and passionate than both of them imagined? She waited for him to initiate it, not because she wouldnât have wanted to, but to see if he really wanted her, and then she took over, knocking over wine and food and a paddle of their boat they were on. It was like years and years of pend up emotions washing over them. It took them quite a while for this to happen though, and Iâm only talking about the time where they actually courted each other.
Who is the most brutal of the two?
Lmao, I wouldnât call either of them brutal tbh, at least not in the classical sense? Both of them like the dance, the manipulation, the knive in the back. But Deithwen shows less remorse and can me more hotheaded than Avallacâh tbh, so maybe her.
What would they do if the other was injured in battle?
Panic on the inside, be calm on the outside? Avallacâh already lost someone he loved once, he canât lose anyone again. And Avallacâh is the only person Deithwen truly loves, and heâs probably the only person that truly loves her, so sheâll set anyone on fire to keep him save.
Who would be most likely to suggest a night of dancing?
Avallacâh...... heâs a romantic at heart
How do their fighting styles complement each other?
They are both strategists, in that sense they are pretty similar. They both like to stand infront of a map and plan, instead of fighting themselves. But when they do, their biggest advantage is that they know each other inside and out, they know what the other is going to do even if they werenât prepared, so they are still always a step ahead.
Do they want children? Does it frighten them? How many do they want?
It never frightened them, in fact they were incredibly happy when Deithwen found out she was pregnant with their daughter: Elaine. It felt almost like a miracle really, for elves their age getting pregnant at all. Avallacâh always wanted a child, a true sage at heart, he knew his children would be powerful, things changed a bit when he truly fell for Deithwen though, it wasnât all about the science anymore. Deithwen, although never really dreaming about being a mother, always thought fondly of children. She always liked the idea of passing on everything she had learned and everything she had gained through her successes, like giving it all a deeper meaning.
What happened when they took them home to their families? If their families arenât in the picture anymore, how do they feel about it?
They are both Sages, respected by everyone, their families couldnât be happier lmfao. Avallacâh had her family charmed from the beginning beyond that, Deithwen needed a tiny bit more time with his family, they had seen their son heartbroken once, so they were a bit protective at first. lol
How does each person show affection towards the other?
Avallacâh knows all she truly wants is his attention, so thatâs exactly what he gives her. He also shows it through acts of services, he has painted her countless of times and he likes to shower her in compliments, and they are never a lie. Deithwen listens, and likes to stroke his hair. Or shower him in gifts. She is also really sensual, at least sensual enough so to be worth mentioning, compared to other Aen Elle their age.
Who cries the most? Who is better at comforting?
They both arenât criers, both of them being rather private with their true emotions. Avallacâh is generally a bit better at being in control even if they are alone and he is also better at comforting her. He knows by now that she usually just wants to be held, even if it doesn't appear that way. To Deithwen, comforting others was never her strong suit at all and it probably never will be, but she loves him, so she kisses him and strokes his tears away while promising revenge upon whoever or whatever made him upset, because that she knows how to do.
Who is the bigger flirt?
Deithwen. Avallacâh certainly is a flirt, but itâs a bit different with Deithwen, she loves it, she loves the reactions she gets, she loves the way it makes him look at her, she loves whenever she sees that he needs to compose himself because of her and she always uses everything at her disposal.
#the assholes that i love (':#deithwen#deithwen x avallac'h#ocs tag#had to get the timeline i made for them out again. these dumbasses know each other for so long sjdjkfdsdf#the slowest of burns
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METADEDE!!!!!!!!!! METADEDE GIVE ME YOUR METADEDE HEADCANONS (please đ)
Well how can I say no to a "please" đł (THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK AAA)
So... I have a lot for them and I'm in a good mood so this will take a while...
Headcanons under the cut!
First of all, some hcs for their dynamic:
Both are very competitive. Different fighting styles and personalities + same fighting spirit = The perfect rival for the other. They'll compete for everything.
The best hugger in Dreamland and his touch starved knight. Dedede was hesitant to show physical affection at first, in case that'll make Meta feel uncomfortable. But once he's confident he'd be constantly kissing and squishing his beloved orb man.
Meta Knight holds the perfect equilibrium between treating Dedede like a dumbass and still show a deep respect for him. Sometimes he might be rather "bitter" to Dedede but he knows it will never be actually hurtful for him (he'd stop if so). He may be idiot but heâs still his idiot.
Dedede is pretty quick to notice if something's off with MK. The knight may be good at hiding his feelings, but when you've been hanging out with the same man for years you become easy to read. Also Meta Knight is a terrible liar.
They kept their relationship as a secret for the first weeks, scared of what will people on Dreamland think (they all thought they were a couple way before they became one. So the news didn't really surprise them).
Slowburn? Slowburn! Both are SO stubborn and prideful to admit they developed feelings for the other. Worried about how it might ruin their friendship in case they get rejected. Being able to hold the secret for months or even years.
Timeline hcs!
Some general ideas for how I see their relationship developing through every game. Though I'm open to different timelines for them (Loving to see tons of universes where the same two dorks fall in love...!!)
Their relationship was strictly professional during the first games, both had respect but didn't really could stand the other (Dedede had a bad reputation and Meta Knight was unbearably arrogant). They only worked together in order to keep Nightmare sealed (protecting the Star Rod's pieces)
It didn't take too much before their differences became so strong it lead to Meta Knight quitting his job as Dedede's knight and therefore MK's Revenge happened. They didn't see each other again until after Amazing Mirror.
During Squeak Squad they had already reconciled, at first it felt awkward for both of them as their last encounter was before their development arcs ("oh no, they know the cringy past meâ), but their determination to fix their past mistakes was stronger! As time went both realized they were more similar than they thought and slowly but surely became good friends.
Aaaand during the modern era they were already the best friends. Working together on their adventures, always hanging out together, sworn partners, you knowâŠdeveloping a liiitle crush...
More random hcs!
They share an interest for mechanics. Meta Knight got some knowledge when the Halberd was being built; and Dedede got it as a hobbie for him, always pulling a new invention (like his jet hammer).
Both are also very good at chess! Dedede wins most of their games and Meta's pride doesn't like that.
Meta Knight gave the first kiss.
Ripple Queen knew about Dedede's crush! And always encouraged him to confess. She'll be the Maid of Honor at the metadede wedding.
Dedede has a ton of cringy nicknames for Meta, most of them involving sweets. One of his favorite names is "Blueberry Muffin".
Meta Knight got better sleep habits when he started dating Dedede.
They like to have dates on Kawasaki's café every weekend.
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Aaand there goes! MetaDede headcanons! I love these two so much and this ask was a good chance to release some of that energy đ
I'm sorry if I made this too long⊠Though I'd love to throw more of these and give more details in the future.
#metadede#baby's first ask#if you read all of this: i love you /p#again thank you so much for the ask it made me so happy đ /gen#dee's asks#headcanons
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We've read SamBucky meets Young Bucky and SamBucky meets Young Sam, now imagine Young Sam meets Young Bucky, that'll be legendary lmao
((Hey, anon! I hope this finds its way to you. I basically wrote this as crack. Hope you like it!))
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âBuck?â Sam asked as he answered the phone. âYou must be a mind reader because I was just about to call you. I have a big problem!â
âI have a big problem!â
Their same declaration surprised Sam, but Buckyâs problem couldnât be as big as his, so he said as much, âIâm sure my problem is bigger than yours.â
âYeah, donât be so sure. Because I have an enormous problem.â Bucky huffed.
âWait⊠Are we still talking about our problems?â Sam asked when he realized their conversation may have deviated to a very different route.
âLook, Sam, I donât have time for this. You need to get to New York. Stat.â Bucky practically ordered, making Sam frown.
âI canât,â Sam replied.
âWhat do you mean you canât?â Bucky asked with an edge in his voice.
âI have a⊠house guest,â Sam replied as he turned around and looked at said guest, who was currently tied to the dining room chair. No, thatâs not how Sam normally treated his guests, but this was an exception.
âA house guest? You are such a liar,â Bucky scoffed.
âYou donât have to believe me but itâs the truth.â
âWho is it?â Bucky asked.
âI canât tell you that. You wouldnât believe me if I did,â Sam replied and his own voice sounded nervous to him.
âTrust me, after what Iâve seen today, Iâd believe in unicorns if you told me they existed,â said Bucky.
The line went quiet for a few seconds, and Sam wondered if Bucky had hung up. He had to admit; he was getting a little worried about his friend. âBucky?â
âFine, Iâll come to D.C. Give me a couple hours.â With that, Bucky hung up before Sam could say anything.
âHello? Bucky?â Sam called out. âDammit,â he mumbled under his breath.
Sam turned to his tied-up âhouse guestâ and frowned at him. Said house guest was currently struggling in the chair. Sam walked over to the chair and slowly removed the duct tape from his mouth and the man glared at him.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â He yelled. âFree me right now!â
âNot until I figure out who--- what you are,â Sam replied.
âI am YOU!â the man replied. Well, he was more like a kid. âIsnât that obvious?â
âHow is that possible?â Sam asked, âYou are clearly some kind of--- shapeshifter!â
âShapeshifter? They donât exist!â The kid scoffed. He then released a deep breath and said, âLook, I know this is crazy--â
âThatâs an understatementâ
The kid pointedly ignored him, â--BUT I think I somehow ended up in the future. I mean, look at you, youâre old.â
âExcuse you!â Sam balked.
âI mean, youâre older than meâŠâ
âHow are you so chill about this?â
âYouâre freaking out enough for the both of us,â the kid replied.
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It took Bucky a little more than a few hours to get there.
âWell, about damn ti--â Sam said, opening the door, but stopped mid-sentence when he saw Bucky wasnât alone.
Samâs jaw dropped open, and his eyes widened when he saw the person beside Bucky. âWhat the fuck?â Just like Sam, there was a younger version of Bucky standing right in front of him.
Young Bucky pushed Buck aside and got in front of him. âHey there, doll. Iâm James Buchanan Barnes, but you can me Bucky,â young Bucky introduced himself and held out his hand in front of him.
Dumbfounded, Sam took his hand and shook it, but young Bucky held his hand for a little longer than necessary, and then, much to Samâs surprise, he kissed the top of his hand.
Behind him, Bucky let out a groan.
âSeriously? Do you flirt with everything on two legs?â Bucky asked, sounding exasperated.
âI donât discriminate, Metal Man,â young Bucky replied
âMetal Man?â Sam raised an eyebrow
âHeâs part Metal, part Man, so Metal Man,â young Bucky told him excitedly
âWow, you really gave that a lot of thought,â Sam said sarcastically.
âHa! I like y--â young Bucky stopped mid-sentence and his eyes widened almost comically like a cartoon character. âWhoa,â he blinked at something behind Sam, and then, much to Samâs surprise, he hip-checked him out of the way and invited himself into his apartment.
Sam turned around to find young Bucky carefully approaching young Sam.
âI think Iâm in love,â he announced.
âWhat is happening?â Bucky asked. âIs that--â
âYep, thatâs the younger version of me,â Sam replied, looking at the kid in his military uniform.
âShit⊠what is happening here?â Bucky asked again. âWhere did they come from?â
âHell if I know,â Sam replied.
Young Bucky was now on one knee in front of young Sam and staring up at him.
Sam could only see his younger self, who was staring back at young Bucky like he had hung the moon for him. And he suddenly seemed to have forgotten that he was tied to a chair.
âHi,â young Sam whispered.
âHi,â young Bucky replied. âIâm James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky." He introduced himself but this time there wasnât any flirtatiousness in his voice.
âIâm Samuel Thomas Wilson, but you can call me Sam.â
âSam,â young Bucky repeated the name like he was testing it out. âYouâre beautiful, Sam.â
Young Sam shyly looked down and bit down on his lips. âYouâre not too bad-looking yourself,â he said.
âSweetheart, do you have a dame or a fella in your life?â He asked.
âDame or fella?â Sam whispered to Bucky, who just stood there stoic, not saying a word.
âNo, Iâm single,â young Sam replied. âI mean, this one guy just asked me out, but I was plucked from my timeline and thrown here before I could go on said date.â
âWell, I thank whatever god is out there for that,â said young Bucky. âI would have been really heartbroken if you were taken.â
âWhy?â young Sam asked and bit down on his bottom lip.
âBecause I think I may be in love with you.â
âWhat?!â Sam screeched
âExcuse me?!â Bucky asked at the same time.
Both Sam and Bucky looked at each other and rolled their eyes before turning back to the two young versions of themselves.
âI think I might reciprocate those feelings,â young Sam replied, much to Samâs surprise. He doesnât remember being this naĂŻve and a complete dumbass.
âGreat, theyâre in love,â Buck grumbled beside him.
âTheyâre not in love⊠theyâre just dumb kids,â Sam huffed.
âWhich asshole tied you up like this?â Young Bucky asked as he untied Sam
âHim,â young Sam nodded towards Sam.
Young Bucky turned around and glared at him. âHow dare you tie up the love of my life?â
âThe love of your life?â Sam almost choked.
âYes, Sam here is the one I have been looking for my whole life.â Bucky took young Samâs hands as he stood up from the chair and the two of them stared at each other with love and awe. And then they were kissing...
Sam wasnât sure which one of them initiated the kiss, but soon they were all over each other, kissing like they were two drowning men, holding onto each other for dear life.
âAnd now theyâre kissing,â Bucky commented beside him.
âWow, thanks for the commentary, Buck. I, of course, canât see for myself that theyâre kissing,â Sam scoffed.
âWhat do we do about them?â Bucky asked, clearing his throat.
The longer they kissed, the more awkward Sam felt, standing next to his best friend, who he most definitely didnât want to kiss.
The two kids pulled apart from the kiss, but stayed close to each other and giggled like a couple of schoolgirls. They were whispering something to each other that Sam couldnât hear.
âHave you ever thought about--â Sam didnât finish his thought.
âAbout kissing you?â Bucky finished it for him. âYes, I have.â
âThen why didnât you?â Sam asked.
âDidnât want you to kick my ass,â Bucky replied.
That made Sam chuckle. âI wouldnât have kicked your ass. Not for that, anyway.â
Soon Buckyâs metal hand found its way to Samâs, and he took it and intertwined their fingers.
Young Bucky and young Sam were kissing again and Sam suddenly had the urge to kiss his own Bucky. Their young versions soon pulled away and took each otherâs hands before coming over to Sam and Bucky.
âWe have decided that Sam is coming with me back to my timeline,â young Bucky informed them.
âUh no, heâs not,â Sam replied. âYou donât exactly come from a tolerant time.â
âI have to agree with Sam,â Bucky chimed in.
âFine! Then Bucky is coming with me,â young Sam huffed.
âHe canât,â Bucky told him. âHeâs not from this universe.â
âWhat?!â Sam asked.
âHe comes from a universe where Peggy Carter became the Captain, not Steve.â
âWhat the hell?â Sam blinked at young Bucky. A person from a whole other universe. That was crazier than his younger self coming here from the past.
âWait, youâre friends with Captain America? Youâre that Bucky Barnes?!â Young Sam asked, surprised.
âNo, thatâs him,â Sam said, pointing at his Bucky.
Young Sam completely ignored him and grinned at Bucky. âThatâs the coolest thing ever. My boyfriend is a famous historical figure.â
âYour boyfriend?â Bucky, Samâs Bucky, choked.
And then young Sam and young Bucky were kissing again.
âWait till he finds out that youâre Captain America,â Bucky chuckled.
Sam glared at him in return. âWeâre not telling them anything. We donât know what the repercussions will be!â
Young Sam and young Bucky were so lost in each other that they didnât even hear Sam and Bucky talking about them. The young ones finally pulled apart to catch a breath.
âIâm not going anywhere without him,â young Sam adamantly told him and took young Buckyâs hand again.
âIâm not going anywhere without him either,â added young Bucky. âI believe I was sent here to meet the love of my life.â
âHe is not the love of your life,â Sam sighed. âYouâre kids. How old are you again?â
âIâm 20!â Young Bucky replied.
âIâm 18,â said young Sam. âWeâre not kids.â
âMetal Man and Not Sam--â
âHey! I am Sam.â Sam glared at him.
Young Bucky smirked âMetal Man and Not Sam, you are going to figure out how to keep us together.â
âWhat?â Bucky and Sam asked at the same time.
âYouâre gonna figure out a way to keep us together because if you donât then weâll just stay here and mess up your timeline,â young Sam added.
âThis is a nightmare. This cannot be real,â Sam said, horrified.
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| requested by anon: âuhhh kinda weird lmao but how would the moriarty bros react to an s/o from the future? (Headcanons) thanks! OwOâ |
william x reader; louis x reader; albert x reader
word count: 1355
tw: a few swears, if iâm missing any please let me know!
a/n: iâm so sorry that these are coming out so slow please enjoy!
william: 317 words
please
as soon as you wake up heâll be staring at you intently
âwhere am i?â
âdurham, england, 1880⊠and in my roomâ
it takes you like ten minutes to process everything thatâs going on because: âiâm dreaming right??? or did i actually shift???
after finally accepting the fact you indeed did not shift and are not dreaming, you finally looked at the man who had stayed silent during your incoherent ramblings
âyou seem more awake now, is it alright if i ask a few questions?â
hhh heâs such a gentleman
you both honestly take this whole time shift thing really well
louis definitely walks in on you two and heâs like,,
âwho tf are you and how did you get inâ
sdjkfhd pls its so funny when you guys converse
his speaking manner is so refined and yours is just,, yours
but he loves it
he thinks its cute
he comes up with a story for you because there were people who were no doubt going to question how you came into his life
and from there you two hit it off really well
accidentally said you two were to be wed during a conversation and the nobles went insane
when you are on the carriage ride back from the party he apologizes for saying something so out of line
âi wouldnât mind being married to you, william.â
this man always has something to say but THIS
YOU
he wanted to respond with something witty but you just,, existed and made him melt
âletâs go buy a ring tomorrow then.â
asks you questions about the future
only trivial things, never if his plan works in the long term
but judging by the way you talk about your previous life he can tell that everyone is somewhat equal, except for âthe dumbass politiciansâ you speak about
oh did i mention he picks up your swears too LMAO
louis: 459 words
 heâs heading back to his room when you come OUT of his room
âwho tf are you, how did you get into this house, and why are you hereâ
instant kill mode
you think youâre dreaming so youâre like,, ok cool and you tell him most of your life story and heâs like
??????
has never been more dumbfounded in his life
who is this person and what are they wearing and why are they telling me their life story
eventually the rest of the moriarty team gets involved and matters are settled lmao
you all agree that staying in the manor is the best course of action at the moment
louis thinks youâre taking this a little too well so heâs still a little sus of you
like seriously,, the future?? cmon now
the people youâre working for probably made those weird clothes for you
but anyways
youâre helping him clean the house and cook
âthis is fun,,, but honestly?? if i have to do this by myself everyday i would cryâ
you keep saying this and you know itâs getting annoying for louis but he ISNT TALKING
if you canât beat em, annoy em
finally gives in
âhow did you used to wash clothes in the future?â
and you get this big smile on your face and you start TALKING
youâre so excited that he finally spoke to you
even tho you know you lowkey annoyed him
but youâre talking and louis is like,, huh
youâre talkative, but not annoying at all
you have little stories that make him laugh sometimes
needless to say you both get closer
but it isnât until one night louis is making rounds around the manor that he passes by your room and hears crying
so heâs worried and he goes into your room
bruh you try pulling that shit where you wipe away your tears and be like âoh iâm okay!â
like,, no u arenât
louis makes you spill whatâs bothering you
âmy friends, my family⊠are they okay? are they looking for me?? they must be so worriedâ
note that youâve already been at the moriarty estate for about two months without any word that you can return to your own time
and louis holds you
he teaches you more about the year that youâre currently stuck in and he tries to take your mind off of the bad things
asks william to buy more books to indulge you bc you have some book withdrawals bc âWHAT DO YOU MEAN A TALE FOR THE TIME BEING HASNT BEEN PRINTED YETâ followed by a short crying session
heâs a really good boyfriend
you taught him what a boyfriend was and he couldnât stop thinking about how much societyâs view on relationships changed
albert: 579 words
is walking down the streets at night when he sees you barreling down the road in your clothes
you look pretty scathed when you run right into him
âare you alright?â
youâre scared and out of breath but heâs wearing what you can only assume is a uniform of england
he takes you to his place and tries to calm you down
he asks you questions and you tell him everything straight out
you know you look crazy but you couldnât bring yourself to care
you were just walking back from a friendâs place IN BROAD DAYLIGHT and you felt dizzy and you woke up alone in a dark alleyway
âwhere are you from?â
you obviously give him your city but he corrects himself
âwhat year are you from?â
â2019â
doesnât want to believe you bc youâre all frantic and maybe insane
but your clothes just seem to different for him to brush off the possibility
tells you to sleep it off and gives you his bed
heâs already writing a letter to his brothers that heâs possibly coming back with someone
âohoho brother albert has a suitor now?â
anyways, albert asks you more questions about your other life as youâre both on the train to durham
albert went out to buy you more fitting clothes before leaving and you couldnât even repay him
but he tries to get you in a comfortable position so you donât spiral again
but heâs genuinely nice about it when he finally accepts the fact that you are in fact from the future
funny enough, you both donât get each others names until you get onto the train
âoh, my name is albert james moriartyâ
and youâre briefly like âoh like sherlockâs nemesisâ but then you remember that this is only the victorian era
sherlock holmes doesnât exist, itâs just a coincidence
so you both get to the manor and he introduces you to the moriarty team and this is where youâre like,,
oh my God
this is real and i know the ending
you suddenly want to travel back further in time and never meet them bc theyâre all really sweet towards you
and you got attached to them more than you should have
albert notices youâre a little tense so he makes small conversation to get your mind off of things
âi do like to play the pianoâ
bro
they have a piano delivered to the house to make you feel more comfortable and hopefully keep you occupied
itching and nostalgic (ironic), you play songs from rachmaninoff and joe hisaishi, despite it being from the future
everyone knows chopin so shhh
âthatâs beautiful, did you compose that?â
âno, but another composer did, i donât even think he exists yetâ
youâre very adamant on keeping things the same
like,, no iâm not going to tell you how to create a washing machine because i donât want to mess up the timeline if i do go back to the future
you do get very sad occasionally because you are homesick and being placed in a world where you have only heard stories of is very disorienting
but albert and the boys make up for it
albert always tries to be by your side and if he can get his hands on a piano sheet heâll buy one for you and see if you already know it
itâs always nice to have them around, but you know the troubles youâll eventually have to face
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I've seen you've talk about how rebirth Garth is not real Garth and I believe you obviously mean personally I am still annoyed over Roy's clone from n52 that everyone keeps acting like is Roy is still a thing, but how is he different?
Iâm so glad you asked! It sounds obvious, but typically people like a character for their personality or their story arcs or their character development. Like, why else would you like a character, right? So when there are huge changes to the things that make you like the character, uhâŠthereâs not much left.
So, obviously with reboots some things are going to be changed. Maybe someoneâs appearance is altered. some of their backstory is switched up, some personality traits get dropped or added. What sucks about Rebirth Garth is they changed everything about his character, none of it for the better. And for a character who, until now, has had a major part to play in Aquaman and other dc comics for about half a century, itâs honestly pretty insulting. So many creators poured their hearts into shaping him into a character before the reboot. There was so much love put into his stories, that the comparison to rebirth is so, so noticeable. LikeâŠif Dick Grayson was rebooted with a completely different backstory and personality and was only vaguely related to the Batfamily, I think fans would be rightfully upset. I feel the same about Garth.
His personality, or whatever attempt they made at one, is bland and boring. Heâs a brute who likes fighting andâŠ.thatâs it. Compared to preboot Garth who is consistently sweet and sensitive and emotional and good. Heâs just a good guy who thinks of fighting as a last resort, because he would rather use his words than his fists. It was such a lovely, refreshing take on a male character (and one who is in big name comics like Aquaman and Titans and JLA) that to lose one of his key elements is terrible sad and disappointing.
Garthâs story is, ultimately, completely tied to Arthurâs. They bring out the best and worst in each other. Garth is Arthurâs foil, from the start he is there to complement Arthur as a hero and theyâre part of each otherâs arcs. And his backstory heavily influences how Garth acts and what he does. His story is one of grief and loss and identity and overcoming stigma, prejudice, and taking control of your destiny. His story is about healing. Or it was.
Because Rebirth Garth doesnât have any of that. He is, essentially, a completely different character who happens to be named Garth. Sure, he mentioned offhandedly that when he was in Magic College he had a girlfriend who Died Tragically and then they never mentioned that again. Itâs a cheap imitation of his Tula storyline, told in like 2 panels, because Tula is also a completely different character now. Theyâve spoken in canon once. Two characters who have been so closely joined together for 50 years barely know each other now. This is the same for every other character who still exists in Aquaman canon (theyâve written out a ton). Heâs never even spoken to his other love interest in preboot, Dolphin, at all.
Letâs get back to Magic College though. Garthâs powers (or the few he retained from his original power set, though honestly he just like glows now? Theyâve never really explained what he can do) are there because he went to underwater Hogwarts and I guess you can just do that and become magic. In comparison, preboot Garth has magic because heâs an abandoned prince from a long line of powerful sorcerer-kings. But power corrupts and his father is murdered and his mother flees, and although she abandons Garth as birth he is so haunted by their deaths that they plague his nightmares. His powers are earned through an incredibly moving journey that includes (among other things) closure from grief and the literal act of taking ones destiny into their own hands. Garth earns his powers because he is pure of heart, because he is brave, and because he loves so, so much and because others loved him. And when he uses those powers in other comics, you remember the meaning behind them. So Rebirth Garth being magic âjust becauseâ is so reductive, so boring, so uninspired. Iâd rather him be an average atlantean.
But Garth has absolutely no history with the Aquafamily. Giving us an emotional story with him now would be meaningless because he has no part in the comics or the Aquafam. Sure, they mentioned once that Arthur âraisedâ Garth butâŠthereâs no evidence of that. They donât speak to each other in Rebirth. Thereâs actually no way Arthur could have done that in the canon timeline, but it doesnât matter because they make no attempt to show heâs even part of the family. Garth has been to exactly zero life events for Arthur. Heâs never met Arthurâs daughter. Heâs never shown just hanging with the others, and they hang out with assholes who tried to kill them before. He is never there. But we are told, once, that he and Arthur like each other. This character means nothing. You can write him out of the few issues he appears in and nothing changes. Heâs completely worthless as a character.
So his personality is gone, his backstory is gone, his character themes and growth are goneâŠsurely he still looks the same?
Wrong. Heâa ugly. Iâm sorry, he is. Everyone is always posting pictures of him saying heâs so pretty (and comparing him to his look on TT:YO as if those arenât completely different continuities?) but he looks like every other black haired character in DC right now. He looks like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson and Time Drake and every other fucking guy itâs boring and itâs stupid. He has ugly straight hair (a far cry from Garthâs usual big, curly locks) in a boring ponytail because apparently YJ and TT are the only source the artists ever used to draw him. And his eyes. He has blue eyes. BLUE. When his character has had purple eyes for his entire existence, when his purple eyes have been a major plot point for his entire existence, when his purple eyes were his one defining trait for his entire existence. Insulting.
And he has eye tattoos. Sure, you say, because we all know Garth got his eye scars while training with Atlan (also now a completely different character) when claiming his birthright (written out of canon) to gain his powers (written out of canon) so yeah, maybe theyâre just tattoos now. Except some dumbass at DC couldnât be bothered to put them on the right side of his face. Yet another defining character trait completely fucked up because nobody at DC cared about making this character. He exists to tick off a box, to say âhey, look, we brought back a character you guys wanted. Buy our comics.â
So, when I say Rebirth Garth isnât the ârealâ Garth, this is what I mean. The characters are different in every way that makes characters matter. Heâs a character who shares a name and nothing else. And I hate him.
#garth of shayeris#sorry I have fucking clue how to post readmores anymore#so Iâm sorry this is so long I have opinions and yâall are gonna see them
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I was asleep.
Everyone remembers where they were. I was sleeping.
I was in college then. Summer quarter had ended a few weeks ago, and Fall quarter was a few weeks away, so I had nothing to do that Tuesday. I was sleeping.
My mother would get up to help get my father ready for work. He'd leave a little after 6 AM. Then she'd stay up and turn on the KTLA Morning News. We weren't in Southern California, but we'd lived there and had family connections there, so it felt like a "local" newscast, even though it was a thousand miles away. So most weekdays, I'd fade into consciousness, hearing the rhythm of the broadcast.
Carlos to Mark, Mark to Jennifer, Jennifer to Sam, Commercial, Repeat.
That morning, none of that.
I couldn't really hear what was going on, but it wasn't normal. There were no jokes, no music, no commercials, no changes. Just a steady drone.
I started to listen, to try to hear what was happening.
I heard something about the Pentagon and a bomb at the State Department.
Well. That's not good.
I roll out of bed and into the living room. It was a little after 7:30.
There's a helicopter shot of giant cloud of dust on the TV. Dust. A few buildings. here and there. But dust. Everywhere. It looked like Mt. St. Helens had moved to the city and erupted.
It wasn't the Pentagon. It wasn't the State Department. Was that New York?
"Planes hit the World Trade Center towers." My mother's voice is shaky.
Okay, then, somewhere in that dust are the towers. They build those things to survive plane strikes. It survived the bomb in '93. The Empire State Building got hit by a plane and it's still standing. She told me that they'd fallen, but I didn't believe her. I couldn't believe her. They're just hidden by the dust and the dust will clear.
The dust will clear. The towers can't just fall. You'll see.
The dust will clear.
There was nothing there.
---
We watched what was unfolding on the other side of the continent all day long. I think my father got sent home early and joined us.
Watching a day like that unfold live is an experience that's hard to describe. You look back now, and there's a clear timeline, there are clear events. But on that day, nothing was clear. The news was an unbroken stream of numbing repetition and confusion. The anchors narrating what's going on have a worse view of it than you do, because they're squinting at small monitors halfway across the studio. You can flip between CNN, ABC, NBC, CBS, and pick up little tidbits here and there, but they can't. They only have what comes through their earpiece, what ends up on their TelePrompTer, what's handed to them on paper. No one knows what's going on, not even the people telling you what's going on.
That day was full of rumors and confusion. There were attacks at the State Department and the FBI, there was a plane that had crashed in rural Pennsylvania, there was a plane that had been hijacked in Alaska. We didn't know what was real, and what was a phantom of fear. But mostly, it was just the numbing repetition. There was nothing new to add. Nothing more to say at 1 PM that hadn't been said at noon. What got repeated is what had happened, what didn't get repeated hadn't. The plane crash in Pennsylvania got repeated. The attack at the State Department didn't.
All day long, it was the same video from earlier in the day. Maybe a new angle as reporters and survivors got their footage to a TV station. But we watched it again and again. Maybe there'd be a new detail to see, something to fill in another piece of the What The Fuck Just Happened puzzle we were now living in.
In a weird way, that day didn't seem as bad as it went on and the rumors subsided and the scope became clear. My morning started with a dust cloud that covered all of Lower Manhattan and obscured what had happened. Had the towers toppled sideways and crushed dozens of buildings for blocks around? It was 9 AM on a Tuesday, a work day, those buildings were full, and the area was a major commuter hub. 10000 people in each building, maybe tens of thousands passing through, hundreds of thousands in that cloud of dust. There's no one alive down there. The initial estimates they gave were 20-30 thousand in the collapsed towers alone, to say nothing of the people suffocated by that cloud of dust and smoke. And then Washington DC is under attack and they're even hijacking planes in Alaska. What are they going to do to us next? But the death toll steadily dropped, other rumored attacks were found to be false alarms, they didn't come back for a second round. But that "good" news didn't make us feel any better. What would've made us feel better would've been word that they had been rescuing dozens of people from the rubble, stories of survivors being found days later, but that news never came.
---
Where's the President? Why haven't we seen the President? Why hasn't he said anything?
"He's safe and in an undisclosed location."
On September 10th, George W. Bush was just a bumbling dumbass who'd stolen the election from Gore. He wasn't yet a warmonger, although he'd surrounded himself with them.
On September 11th, Bush was still a bumbling dumbass, but he was our President. I was actually glad that he was invisible and hidden most of that day. We didn't know what in the hell was going on. If I knew where the President was, then the assholes who did this to us would know where he was, and no matter how much I didn't like the guy, I certainly didn't want to see a terrorist attack on Air Force One or the White House.
But I was worried that he'd send in the missiles and bombers and turn everything from Morocco to Pakistan to ash, which is what some people were calling for before we even knew who was responsible. And that's not what happened. All that happened that day was... nothing. I respected that, and I still respect that. Rushing headlong into revenge isn't what we needed that day.
---
We ended that day, not with Dan Rather or Peter Jennings or Tom Brokaw, but with Hal Fishman, legendary anchor on the KTLA News at Ten. He was a plane guy. He'd know what happened. He was comfortable to us, familiar, and we needed to know there was still something out there comfortable and familiar.
---
The next day, my mother wanted a break from it all, so we went shopping. I don't think we needed to, and Wednesday wasn't the normal shopping day, but we just had to get out, so we went to Wal-Mart.
Throughout the store, there were TVs hanging from the ceiling. Normally, they'd show ads and music videos and things. Not that day. They were all tuned to CNN. People stopped in the middle of the aisle, watching Condoleezza Rice or Donald Rumsfeld or Colin Powell or whoever giving a press conference.
There was no break from it.
---
Does everyone else know it was a Tuesday? I mean, just know. Like somehow that is an important, integral part of what happened that day. Because I know it was a Tuesday with that same fierceness as I know that the towers fell. I don't remember all the flight numbers or which tower was hit first or which one fell first or even a single word of what the President said that night, but I know it was a Tuesday. And I don't understand why.
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I've cried over it. I just did while writing all this. It's one of the few things I have cried about. But it's never sustained weeping. One tear. Maybe two. It feels like it should be more, but then it's like the scale becomes incomprehensible and unreal and it stops. What good will my tears do? They won't fix it. They won't change it.
---
"Never Forget", they say, but twenty years on, many of you have no memory of that day, maybe even weren't born yet. You've only seen the packaged videos from the perfect camera angles. You know what happened, the full story told from beginning to end across three acts in a two hour movie. You know the death toll, you know about the box cutters, you know how Osama Bin Laden ends, you know where the undisclosed location is, you know about the plane that said "Let's Roll". We didn't know any of that, sometimes for days or weeks or years. We only knew shock and confusion and sadness and anger and numbness and a giant cloud of dust that has not cleared and will never clear and still coats everything in our lives, even if we were thousands of miles away.
For those of us who saw that day...
Never forget?
How could we?
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Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 3 - Bonding
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WelpâŠthere he wasâŠin an intermediate dance class, thankfully Bert taught the class (he actually taught a good handful, he was just the main beginner class teacher) so Harry wouldnât be thrown into a whole new class with no familiar faces. Harry held down a smile as he remembered the jealous faces of his ex-dance classmates as Bert told him about his âlevel upâ the day before. He had only been at the studio for a month before he was leveled up, his schedule had changed a bit as well, before he was only going to the studio three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now he would be going Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. His hour-long classes turning to two as Bert led Harryâs fellow dancers through new and much more complicated steps.
The only good thing that had come out of this was that his classes now ended at the same time as (y/n)âs, and now he would be able to go across the hall to pick her up instead of going from the back of the school to the front as he did when he was still in beginner.
Harry sat on the floor as he slid on his ballet shoes, strapping them to his feet and tossing his bag against the wall, standing with a sigh and walking over to where Bert was talking to the dancers.
âAny of ya hear of the olâ bamboo?â Bert asked, taking a step back and grabbing a long stick, twirling it in his hands. The whole class shook their heads, well minus Harry, who just rose his brow. âwell, this is what ya gonna be learning for the end of spring performance next year, the beginners are doinâ Step in time, ya will be doing olâ bamboo, and the expert class is doing ballet, with miss charming as their starâ Harry perked up at that, so that was the performance Esmerelda was talking to (y/n) about huh?
âSo!â Bert clapped his hands, grinning at his students âlet's start with the lyrics, shall we?! It is a musical performance after allâ
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By the end of the two hours, Harry was kinda exhausted, less exhausted than the rest of his classmate's thanks to his isle-bred stamina but stillâŠvery tired and very sweaty. Harry wiped down his face and neck with a cool towel and changed out his shoes.
âHi~â Harry looked up, unable to keep the smile off his face as (y/n) looked down at him, hanging her head upside down while doing so âHow was class?â
âLike usualâ Harry simply replied, looking back at his shoes âWhaâ are yeh doinâ here? I thought yer class ended a bit after mine?â (y/n) just hummed, grabbing Harryâs bag and holding it open for Harry to toss his dance shoes in, then handing it to him as he stood.
âEnded early, EsmĂ©ralda had an appointmentâŠdo you want to go get ice cream?â Harry rose his brow as he looked to (y/n), who gave an unsure smile.
âIce cream?â Harry hummed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked to the ceiling âDo I-Harry Hook-want ice cream?â (y/n) rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder gently. âIce cream sounds goodâ Harry chuckled, patting (y/n)âs head and offering his arm again, once again ignoring the spark running through his skin as (y/n) hands wrapped around his arm.
âYay! There's this new place I've been wanting to try! But no one will go with me! I'll drive us there!â Harry smiled at (y/n)âs rambling, leading her to pull him along to the parking lot where her car was.
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âNo-no no no no, the egg travels back in time and it creates a new timeline, and then later it's revealed that there's another egg that was corrupted that ALSO traveled back in time, but that oneâs helping the yiga clan.â Harry licked his lips free of his chocolate ice cream, narrowing his eyes as (y/n) finished her mini-rant about one of her favorite games lore.
âSo,â Harry started, setting down his spoon and tilting his head âthe egg? Is-a time-traveling mini guardian?? And-the princess, Link or whatever-â (y/n) looked at him with puffed cheeks.
âZelda! Link is the knight! Zelda is the princess!â Harry made a face.
âBut if the stories mostly follow Link, why is it called Legend of Zelda!?â Harry gave a smug smirk as (y/n) huffed and wiped the corner of her lips free of her ice cream.
âBecauseeeee oh! I remember! Well donât quote me on it, but the first game was originally going to be about Zelda exclusively, then they made Link and they found the new story worked better, they just kept the original title.â Harry hid his smile behind another mouthful of ice cream, (y/n) was pretty cute when she went on her video game rants, Legend of Zelda being one of her favorites. âOkay, at some point you have to play one of the games, especially breath of the wild, you can barrow my switchâ Harry chuckled, setting down his now empty cup of ice cream.
âAlright thenâ Harry started, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth âsounds fun?â (y/n) beamed in excitement, dancing in her seat a bit.
âYes!...I canât wait to see your ass kicked by a lynelâ (y/n) cackled, laughing louder as Harry gave her an odd look.
âFrom how yer laughing, that tells me it's not a fun thing ta fight?â Harry guessed, smiling as (y/n) nodded through her laughter.
âLynels are harder to beat than the final boss, which is bullshit but I digressâ Harry turned to see Audrey, who was smiling at (y/n)s giggling self âside note; itâs a little odd to see you two hanging outâ she waved off Harryâs slightly offended look ânot in a mean way, more; you're both from a different crowd and Chad likes to say shit about you to (y/n)âŠthough sheâ she gestured to (y/n) who was coming down from her giggle fit. âdoesnât like listening to Chad, so I should have expected this.â
âDamn right, hell will freeze over before I actually listen to his dumbassâ (y/n) chuckled, finishing off her ice cream and looking up at Audrey, who was picking up her shopping bags again and going to leave âWhat are you doing here by the way?â
âOh just some shopping, trying out a new style and all that, good day you two!â Audrey sauntered off, leaving (y/n) and Harry alone once more.
Harry looked back at (y/n) at the same time she did, they both smiled and (y/n) nodded back towards the parking lot of the mall they were at âWanna get started on breath of the wild?â
Harry smiled, turning to toss his empty ice cream cup in the trash can behind him âSounds funâ
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âNo! Dodge to the side! YES! Okay, mash the Y button!â Gil and Uma stepped into (y/n)s dorm room, having been looking for Harry for the past two hours after he didnât return from dance class, and Gil had suggested looking for Harry in (y/n)s room.
Uma had thought it was a stupid idea but humored Gil, only to be surprised to see Harry and (y/n) in bean bags as Harry button mashed the controller he held in his hand, sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration. âUhhhh Harry?â Uma called out, leaning back a bit as Harry shushed her.
âIâm fighting a lynel and am about to die I need silence!â Harry yelled, leaning forward into his controller, tossing his hands up in shock as the red-maned lynel finally died âFUCKING FINALLY!â (y/n) cheered along with Harry, laughing as he pulled her into his side.
Uma and Gil gave each other a look, Uma smirking before walking towards the two and pulling Harry up to his feet âAwesome, you beat a video game mini-boss, I've been looking for you for two hoursâ Harry seemed to come down from his victory high and gave a sheepish smile.
âOh uhâŠsorry?â Uma hummed and nodded, grabbing his arm and waving to (y/n).
âSay bye to (y/n) Harryâ Harry waved (y/n) goodbye as she giggled and saved Harry's game, switching the profile to her game.
âBye (y/n)â (y/n) beamed at him, waving at him as he was pulled backward by Uma towards the door.
âBye Harry!â
Uma pulled Harry out of the room, rolling her eyes a bit as Harry continued to wave until he was out of (y/n)s sight. Gil followed them out and closed the door behind him. âYou are so smittenâ Gil laughed, very much enjoying the way Harryâs face lit up.
âNo-no Iâm naeâ Harry stuttered, pulling out of Umaâs grasp and stomping ahead of them âYer out a yer mind Gilâ Uma and Gil shared another look.
âHeâll realize it at some point, I give it another month or twoâ Uma mumbled, smirking as Gil patted his pocket where his wallet was.
âThree, twenty bucksâ Uma nodded and the two shook hands to seal their bet, jogging forward to catch up with their flustered friend.
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Jane sat against the wall of mirrors, watching you move about the almost empty room as you practiced your part from the duet EsmĂ©ralda had assigned you. Jane wasnât all that knowledgeable in the world of dance but it wasnât hard to see you were struggling, not in the way of movement but in the way of conveying emotion in your dance.
It almost seemedâŠ.stale, if anything, the dance was supposed to convey two people falling in love, but Jane; as far as she knew, knew you had never fallen in love so it would be hard to convey that exact emotion. You had really only known platonic and familial love.
You stopped, collapsing to your knees as you heaved for breath, sweat dripping off your brow. Jane furrowed her brows in concern and stood, grabbing your water bottle and walking over to you, she kneeled beside you and handed you the bottle, staring at you as you greedily downed the water. âAre you okay?â Jane asked, mentally wincing as it was obvious that you werenât.
You gasped as you finally took the bottle away from your lips, shaking your head âI just-I just can't seem to get this right, EsmĂ©ralda says if I can't find the emotions I need to convey in this duet then sheâll replace me and-andâ  you sighed, letting your head fall between your shoulders. âI can't let them downâ Jane furrowed her brows.
âLet who down?â Jane asked, unsure of who you were talking about, as far as she knew your parents didnât really pressure you about your dancing, they were wholly supportive and understanding through every bit of your journey through dance.
ââŠI donât knowâ you whispered, curling up and resting your chin on your knees. âMy parents? Me? Grandpa? EsmĂ©ralda? Iâm not sureâŠbut I feel like if I donât get this right, Iâll be letting someone downâ Jane rubbed your back, unsure of how to comfort you. You stood after a few moments and walked over to the stereo. âOne last time, okay? Then Iâll be done for the dayâ
âOkay,â Jane mumbled, going to sit back down against the wall, starting up the camera on your phone to record you one last time at your request so you could see any mistakes you made.
You stood in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as the music began.
And you danced.
-end of part 3-
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Stark Spangled Banner
One Shot: Ask Questions, Throw Shield Later.
Intro: Steve and Katie have an unwelcome late night visitorâŠ
Warnings: âLanguage!â Smut (NSFW, 18+)
Pairing:Â Â Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
W/C: 1.9k
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
A/N: The first of two (yes, two) special 29th May Birthday One shots. Happy Birthday Tony! Man, I missed writing for these guys in this timeline! This fits into SSB within âI Told You I Said Yesâ.
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âFuck, Steve...â Katie groaned, her head tilting backwards as Steve gave another deep thrust upwards, âright there... Jesus.â
âGood?â Steve panted as his hands grabbed her waist, finger tips digging into the flesh that covered her hipbones.
She nodded, grinding on him faster, his hands pulling her down making sure he hit as deep as he could.
Their soft, intimate sounds filled the room and, wanting to be as close to her as he could get, Steve sat up drawing a gasp from Katie as he did so. His hands moved to her back. One splayed half way up her spine, the other cupped the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her long, silky hair as he pulled her face to his. He kissed her, hard, his tongue dominating hers as he swallowed her moan, one that rumbled in her throat as if it came from the depths of her belly.
Theyâd already danced this tango once already that night. After a few beers with the team in anticipation of Tonyâs birthday (minus Natasha as she was still on something Fury was running), theyâd retired and gotten a little frisky some two hours prior. But then Steve had woken, his super sharp hearing alerting himself to some form of ransom noise deep in the floors below them and, well, he couldnât get back to sleep. So heâd hugged Katie close.
Too close.
As ever he was unable to control his reactions to his girl and had ended up with a boner. Meaning sheâd woken with him basically rutting up against her back, feigning innocence when sheâd given him a grumble at the fact heâd dragged her from her slumber.
She hadnât been grumbling for long.
âStevie... Iâm gonna...â Katieâs forehead pressed into his, her mouth open as her lips hovered over his, and he thrust upwards again, his nose brushing hers softly, like the touch of a butterfly.
âLet go. Doll,â he panted, actively fighting his own high, âcum for me.â
Her chest heaved, pert nipples brushing his bare skin and her movements stuttered. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, which cracked into a half grunt, half moan as she felt herself go, her body positively floating from her high.
By the time she came round, Steve had also finished, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he gathered his breath. Katie collapsed forward with a soft chuckle, her forehead pressing into his collar bone as he fell backwards, taking her with him.
They lay still for a moment, the only sounds being their heavy breathing and the soft rustle of sheets as Steve pulled the bedding up around them. The smooth cotton brushing over her sensitive skin made Katie shudder a little. Steve smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, his large hands running up and down her spine.
âAm I forgiven for waking you up?â He asked and she shrugged, not even bothering to try and find the strength to sit up. âItâs three AM. Iâll think about it.â
Steve chuckled and she sat up slightly, leaning down to give him a slow kiss.
âLove you.â she pulled back a little, her eyes shining in the dim light, and Steve smiled.
âLove you too.â
Fifteen minutes later they were both settled down and on the verge of sleep once more when a loud crashing in the apartment made them both sit bolt upright.
âWhat the...â Steve was out of bed in a flash, wrenching the door to their room open.
Katie was seconds behind him, stopping only to grab Steveâs shirt from the chair at the vanity. As she shrugged it on, she ran into the hallway and heard a familiar metallic whoosh. There was the squealing of metal on metal and Katie flicked on the light just in time to see a flash of blue, red and white as Steveâs shield flew back to his hand. He looked over to Katie as she stepped towards him, her mouth falling.
âIs that...â she glanced down at what looked like a version of one of Tonyâs suits. It lay motionless on the floor in two pieces, Steveâs shield having severed it at the waist. The failing electrics sparked as the various boards and cogs died, before it fell silent.
Steve nudged it with his foot. It didnât move. He turned to Katie, a frown on his handsome face.
âDid he tell you he was making them autonomous?â
âThatâs nothing new, JARVIS has always been able to control them remotely.â Katie shook her head as she crouched down, her hand gently touching the helmet. She tried to move the face plate but it didnât open. Rapping her knuckles on the skull, she was met with a solid sound, not the usual hollow echo. Â âJARVIS?â
There was no reply.
âWhy isnât he answering?â Steve looked at her.
âTony might have him down.â Katie answered. âHe runs the updates at night some times. I do know one thing though.â
âWhat?â Steve asked as she stood up.
âThat couldnât have gotten in here without Tony letting it in one way or another.â She glanced at Steve, her pretty face full of annoyance. âImma kill him, fucking idiot.â
She turned to leave and Steve gently caught her arm. âHoney...â
âSeriously? You want me to let this go?â
âHell, no.â He shook his head, âI want you to wait for me to put some clothes on.â Â
Despite herself, Katie grinned as her eyes scanned Steveâs naked body, his shield still on his arm. He rolled his eyes and nodded to the suit on the floor, âIâm going to give him his property back, along with a piece of my mind.â **** Tony spun round, his brow arching as Steve and Katie walked into the lab. But whatever smart quip he had been about to come out with died as he spotted what was slung over the super soldierâs broad shoulders. With a loud slam, Steve threw the two parts of the robot down on the desk.
âWhat did you do to it?â Tony moaned.
âThrew my shield at it.â Steve folded his arms over his chest, the sleeves of the white ribbed Tee he had shrugged on straining over his thick biceps.
Tony was that distracted by his destroyed robot that he failed to notice Katie stomping towards him. She drew her right fist back and punched him hard on the shoulder.
âOw, Kiddo!â
âYou dick!â She yelled. âWhat the hell were you doing sending that into our apartment?â
âWanted to test your reaction to it.â Tony shrugged. âSee how it came across.â
âHow it ca- Tony, itâs half past 3 in the morning!â She shrieked.
âExactly.â Tony scratched his beard. âTotal element of surprise. I thought you guys would give me a base of how people would react to them. Canât have been that well if Spangles felt the need to cut it in half with his frisbee.â
âWe had no idea what or who it was.â Steve felt his anger beginning to rise, âwhat was I supposed to do?â
âIâve told you before, big guy. Ask questions, throw shield later.â Tony shrugged, âI canât believe you killed Iron Kid.â
âIron Kid?â Katie blinked.
âYeah, the nameâs a working progress.â
âTony, what is it?â Steve pressed.
âItâs a prototype.â Tony informed them. âI had the idea last week. The Avengers exploded after New York. You should see the piles of fan mail that the guys downstairs sort each day.â
âLess bragging, more explaining.â Katie narrowed her eyes.
âThe point is, we attract attention. So I had a thought about something that could help keep the public at bay,â Tony gestured to the pile of metal, âwe can use them to issue instructions, help aid the emergency services. Keep civilians out of the way.â
Katie and Steve looked at one another, and Steve hated to admit it but the idea made sense.
Sorta.
âClearly I need to rethink a little.â Tony mused. âI mean if they freaked you out then...â âIt freaked us out because it was in. our. apartment!â Katie groaned. âIn the middle of the night.â
âThatâs the point, it was supposed to have the element of surprise, wake you up.â
âWell thereâs your first fuck up!â She hissed. âWe were already awake-â
âWhy?â Tony frowned
âBecause we just finished a great, sweaty sex session.â She shot back and Steve groaned, feeling the heat in his neck as he looked down, his bare toes flexing against the cool floor of the lab. âAnd you wanna be grateful we had finished because if we hadnât Iâd be really, really mad. You get me?â
âThatâs.. disgusting.â Tony wrinkled his nose.
âAnd youâre an asshole.â Katie shot back.
With a shudder, Tony moved and picked up a screwdriver. He turned the helmet up aside down and opened a small hatch at the back. Stooping slightly, he prodded and poked at something inside.
âHuh, least the main board wasnât damaged.â He straightened up and turned to face them both. âSo, other than scaring the shit out of you what was it like? Voice interface okay? Too much me or not enough me or-â
âThere was no voice interface.â Steve replied.
âWhat?â Tony frowned, âJARVIS was supposed to be controlling it. It should have told you why it was there and-â
âWell he didnât.â Steve rolled his eyes, his already stretched patience wearing dangerously thin.
âHe didnât...huh?â Tony frowned and Katie moved past him to a computer.
âOh for the... heâs on mute you dumbass!â She tapped a few buttons and JARVISâ voice rang out.
âThank you Miss Stark.â
âShit.â Tony gave a sheepish grin. âSorry, buddy. Forgot I turned you off.â
âMr Stark, may I suggest you call it a night, Sir? It is rather late and youâve been awake for almost twenty-one hours. Miss Potts instructed me to ensure you-â âAnd that is precisely why I did.â Tony rolled his eyes and Katie let out a growl of annoyance
âIâm done. Come on, Steve.â
She stalked towards the door and Tony looked up. âYou not gonna wish me happy birthday?â
In response she raised the middle fingers on both her hands, flipping him off over her shoulders as she stomped out of the door.
Steve watched her go before she turned to Tony. âYou know, I think youâre onto something. Keeping civilians away would make things a lot easier.â
âWouldnât it?â Tony nodded, eagerly. âWeâd need a fleet of them, an Iron Fleet, no thatâs... like i said, the names a work in progress.â
âWe can discuss this tomorrow. Give it some proper though.â Steve took a deep breath. âJust donât send any more into the apartment, please?â
Tony saluted him and Steve rolled his eyes. He turned to go before he stopped, and looked back at his friend.
âHappy birthday, pal.â
Tony snorted. âCheers, Spangles.â
Tony watched Steve walk out of the lab, before he glanced back at the destroyed robot.
âMr Stark... Miss Potts is awake...â
âAhh shit.â Tony groaned. âHow much trouble am I in?â
âI donât think a Roman Legion would protect you.â JARVIS replied and Tony stilled, a huge grin spreading across his face.
âIron Legion.â He tossed the screwdriver up in the air and caught it, chuckling. âJARVIS, you are a genius.â
âWhy thank you, sir. And now I really must insist you go to bed.â
âYeah, okay, Iâm going. Lock everything down will you? Oh, and order us all breakfast from the diner on the corner of fifth.â
âOf course. The usual?â
âYeah. Have it delivered about 10:30. Should be enough to calm Kiddo down.â
âVery wise Sir. Iâll ensure thereâs extra bacon, just in case.â
âYeah, who doesnât love extra bacon?â
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So my issues with Irondad are well documented at this point, starting from their very first scenes. Specifically the utter tone deafness of Peterâs recruitment, by both Tony and the writers. Tony starts the movie being blamed for the death of a 20-year-old kid who was in the wrong place, wrong time in Sokovia. That accidental death that can be put down to negligence on his part, is pivotal to what happens next. So pivotal he uses it in his pitch for why the other Avengers need to sign the Accords.
Tony, midway through the movie, deliberately brings a 15-year-old child into this conflict. A child he blackmails into going with him, because if you donât, I will tell your aunt.
Charles Spencer was an innocent civilian, wrong place, wrong time in Sokovia. He died. That tears Tony up, as it rightfully should. And yet, in the midst of his crusade about following laws and accountability, he lies to May Parker about taking her 15-year-old nephew out of the country and into a warzone. Ignoring some well-established laws about child soldiers.
Tony blackmailing a child whoâs had his powers for 6 months into participating in this conflict makes no sense. Ever. It especially makes no sense in the context of Charles Spencer and his mother. Yet neither Tony nor the writers seem to comprehend this. Which is why Irondad has been bullshit from the start. Blackmail and kidnapping are not sweet, father-son moments, even if you ignore the fact, as the MCU wants to, that Peter had a father already, in Ben Parker. He has a loving adult parental figure in May Parker. Both of whom cared about him before he had spider powers that might be helpful to them.
All of this, Iâve said before, so have others. And then I realized that I actually hate Irondad more than I thought. That Feige and co. mishandled it even more than I thought, and why? Because of this.
We know the story. Peter was, supposedly, this kid Tony saved at the Stark Expo in Iron Man 2. Started out as a fan theory, and then was confirmed that yes, this is true, this is exactly what we intended.
Now, we know Civil War had different writers/directors than Homecoming or FFH did. We also know that, for all the lip service of, âItâs all connected,â we know that the creatives in these different franchises do not always talk to each other, and that they often blatantly contradict each other.
Taking all that into account, acknowledging thatâŠthe dumbasses at Marvel did not think up the idea of Peter being the Iron Man 2 kid. They heard the theory, thought it was cool, then took credit for having meant that the entire time, yes, that was totally us.
We know this because it is never mentioned in canon. All those Tony and Peter interactions, all those times of yes, Mr. Stark, I just want to be like you, Mr. Stark, and Peter never mentions that? When Tony takes he suit from him in Homecoming and Peter says that he just wants another chance, wants to be like Tony, would he not mention that hey, you saved my life, Mr. Stark. You saved my life and I just wanted to be like you, and now I can be, now I can save lives like you, just please give me another chance.
If the Iron Man 2 theory were true, would he not say that? In FFH, when heâs all guilt-ridden, I didnât save him, would he not mention that hey, he saved my life before I was Spider-man, before I was special, before I was anyone?
Now I know what youâre thinking. The Iron Man 2 thing isnât that big a deal. Itâs not a crucial thing. And you know what, youâre right. It isnât, itâs just always annoyed me, in an eyeroll way, that the same people who couldnât count properly between 2012 and 2017 (8 years later flashing in giant letters across our screens means that Homecoming was meant to take place in 2020), that these same people who let something so blatantly timeline breaking get through then took credit for a kind of cool, kind of clever fan theory. Itâs annoying.
Iâve now realized, however, that it is far more than annoying to me. Because TPTB at Marvel did not think of that idea for themselves, but if they had, and if theyâd run with that idea? If they had, it wouldâve made Peterâs recruitment in Civil War so much more fucked up than it already is, but so much more interesting. So, so, so much more interesting.
Iâve talked about why Spideyâs own movies (as much as you can call them that given the level of Tony infiltration) prove that the theory isnât true. Now letâs go to Civil War. Different writers, yes, but letâs talk anyway about why we can tell from CW that Peter was not that kid.
He gets home. May is like, look who it is, Tony Stark. Not, look who it is, the hero who literally saved your life. When Tony locks himself in Peterâs room with him (still fucking gross, Jesus Christ), Peter is just, nope, I got no idea what youâre talking about. Thatâsâno, Iâm not a superhero, no. Heâs defensive. Heâs apprehensive. Heâs trying to figure out what fresh hell this is. Heâs trying to hide stuff from Tony. If this is the guy who saved him at the Stark Expo, why this reaction? Why not, oh my god, you saved my life, I thought Iâd never see you again, not, not up close I mean. When Tony asks him to do a thing, why is it not, well yeah, duh , you saved my life, where do we start? Or even, okay, I donât really wanna do this, but, you saved my life, I owe you?
So, nobody wrote a fucking word of any of Peter and Tonyâs interactions under the theory that he was the Stark Expo kid.
But what if they had?
Tony shows up at Mayâs place. He does not know who Peter is, in relation to their âmeetingâ before. Heâs expecting to have to do some level of smooth talk to get in here but, nope. Mayâs just, oh my god, you saved my boyâs life, come in, come in!
We donât know for sure that Peter was orphaned by the time of the Expo, but if we base it on comics and prior films, he likely was. Most versions seem to have him fall under Ben and Mayâs care between 2 and 6. Â O1â birthday means he wouldâve been around 9 at the Expo. So, more than likely, Ben or May or both were the ones there with him. They may credit Tony with saving their lives as well.
So, Tony starts the movie being called out by a grieving mother. Going down this route, weâre at the midpointâŠand hereâs a different mother telling him how great he is. How he saved the most important thing in her life. How if Ben were here (Mayâs wearing her wedding ring around her neck btw, you can see it in the scene), Ben would say the same thing. Shake his hand. Hug him.
Now, Tonyâs got a sharp ass mind, when itâs not clouded with booze or drugs or the like. Since he wasnât wasted at the Expo, thereâs a good chance that, given some details, he remembers saving this kid. He remembers how small this little boy actually was. He remembers how light this kid was when he grabbed him. It was a few seconds in a long ass night, that he hasnât thought about in years, but to May Parker, itâs everything.
So maybe at this point Tonyâs rethinking this. Heâs remembering that little boy, realizing how young he still is. He pulled that boy from danger. And now hereâs this woman who invited him into her house, told him how her husband just passed recently, things have been hard, especially for Peter but God, heâll love to see you. Maybe Tonyâs rethinking this, coming up with a way out, when Peter shows up. And then, aw hell. The kidâs just a mess of excitement and shock, possibly tearsâŠokay now itâs just gotten harder to make an exit.
Letâs pause here to say that May Parker is not fucking dumb (âCut the bullshit. I know you left detention. I know you left the hotel room in Washington. I know you sneak out of this house every night.â).
May is not dumb. Letting the 50-year-old dude go into her nephewâs room with him, alone? Arguably dumb, even if it is Iron Man. Letting him grab the kid for some StarkâŠthing, and take him wherever Tony said he was taking him on 12 seconds notice? Even more arguably dumb.  CW as itâs written dumbs down Mayâs character for the sake of an already questionable plot point. Especially since she literally says sheâs not a fan of Tony in Homecoming. Yes, her comment there comes after the âinternship,â her noting Peterâs distraction and stress because of it. But still, itâs fucking weird that sheâd let this man take her kid out of the country, alone, in CW. It makes her dumb for the sake of plot.
But if Stark saved Peterâs life not so long ago? It at least makes a bit more sense. Heâs a hero. Peter literally wouldnât be here without him. Why would Tony hurt him now?
So, back to the scene. Peterâs probably less paranoid about showing his stuff to Tony. Probably not spilling everything himself, but when Tony notices things, Peterâs probably less panicked over it, more willing to confirm. Yes, heâs got these powers, okay? And he hasnât had them for long, but heâs trying to do good, like Tony. Heâs trying to do the right thing, like Tony.
Now, this kid has such literal hero worship going, and heâs so damn inexperienced, he admits that. And Tonyâs still got Charles Spencerâs mom in his head. Heâs dead, Stark. And I blame you.
Can Tony really take this kidâactual minor kid younger than Charles wasâtake him and put him on the field against the goddamn Avengers? That woman out there with the dead husband and the ring around her neck, whatâs he going to say if Peter gets hurt, or worse? Sure the kid obviously has skills but, can he risk another grieving mom?
So, maybe Tonyâs rethinking this. Maybe he can still get out of this, improvise a Plan B. But then thereâs a text from Nat or Ross. Where are you? Weâve only got a few hours, whatâs the play?
Special circumstances, nobody in that group is really gonna fight to killâŠitâs special circumstances, and he can keep the kid mostly sidelined.
This time, he doesnât have to blackmail Peter. He doesnât have to threaten to expose his secret. Peterâs willing, either because he genuinely wants to, or he feels he owes Tony a debt. So there goes the dick factor of Tony literally blackmailing a child. And the lack of questions Peter seems to ask about what heâs fighting for, the acceptance of vague answers, thatâd also make more sense in this context.
In this version, Tony is both more and less of a dick. Heâs doing less active threatening and manipulationâŠbut heâs also being doubly manipulative. His genuinely good deed gives him an easy in with the Parkers. Heâs playing on the credibility of an earlier, at least somewhat better version of himself. One who saved Peter Parker and hadnât yet ended Charles Spencer.
Look, I wonât lie, I legit donât know what Iâm saying anymore, except that Marvel sucks for taking credit for a thing that they definitely do not have credit for. Which isnât particularly new for them, and wouldnât particularly matter if the thing they took credit for (and didnât do anything with) couldâve offered some interesting story possibilities.
#anti tony stark#anti irondad#iron man 2#peter parker#may parker#kinda fuck marvel though really#spider-man#civil war
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Catâs Definitive Ranking of Every ML Episode as of 4/22/21
Are you guys ready for this? I did the thing. Youâre all welcome. Donât ever ask me for anything again. You can watch me get progressively more unhinged in real time.Â
Now, just to preface this, I did not give this too much thought. Most of these are just my gut feelings. I went through every episode and just made some snap judgments based off the lasting impressions Iâve been left with. These are my opinions. If you donât like them, tough. And also I donât care. Go spend 4 hours making your own damn ranking. And shut the hell up. Anyway, this is probably the longest post Iâve ever made, so Iâm gonna put it all under a read more. Click on it if you have an hour to read it. Okay, here we go!
1.    Origins II- Good starting point for our heroes. Good establishment of canon ships and character dynamics. Umbrella scene literally stole my wallet. Cannot emphasis enough that I am whipped for the umbrella scene. I wrote a whole ass AU just to say how whipped I am for the umbrella scene. In the Rain will play at my wedding. Jk. Weddings are for suckers. But dammit if I donât want these kids to get married. 10/10
2.    Origins I- Good introduction to lore. Good introduction to characters. Good establishment of status quoyo. Just good. 10/10
3.    Simon Says- Listen, I am nothing if not a shipper at heart. This episode just sparks joy. And the whole series almost ended when Gabriel almost jumped off the roof. I was really rooting for this one. This was the episode where I saw Ladrien and went yes, maâam, Iâll have one of those. 10/10
4.    Evillustrator- Are you all surprised? Cat, the MC-skeptic ranked the pivotal MC episode so highly? Well, let me tell you all a thing, I started this fandom out a MC shipper because of this episode. Their first interaction is gold. I donât deny that. I enjoy it. This is the MC dynamic I fell in love with. Yall toxic shippers ruined MC for me when you opened your mouths and spat in the face of Ladrien and baselessly declared MC the sin-ship. We all know itâs Ladrien. Stop kidding yourselves. Boy in leather catsuit? Please. Basic ass vanilla bitches. Iâm getting off-topic. Solid episode 10/10. We love to see it.
5.    Stormy Weather- Babyâs first Miraculous episode. It holds a special place in my heart. Itâs a solid episode. Good establishment of what the show is. Fun villain. Good times. Fond memories. 10/10
6.    Riposte- Listen, I know Iâm an Adrinette stan, but hear me out: Ladrien. Itâs just so good. And Kagami was compelling in this episode. It was just really solid. Itâs my favorite s2 episode. If you ask me if I want to rewatch Riposte, the answer is always yes. 10/10. We stan.
7.    Gorizilla- Okay, so this episode has some solid Adrinette in it, but the real reason it ranks so high is that fucking Ladrien trust fall. I stare at that scene for hours, you guys. HOURS. It is absolutely just *chefs kiss*. Sometimes when I need a pick-me-up, I just go watch gifs of that catch on loop. 10/10. Beautiful. Radiant. Carefree.
8.    Gang of Secrets- I have been keeping most of my opinions to myself about s4 (mostly because Iâve backed way the hell out of this fandom), but GoS was pretty solid. Gotta say, itâs the first episode in a long time with this show that made me actually excited to see what happens next. Most other episodes I was like, okay, that was cute. The show is still meh overall. But GoS really got me like oh shit, is ML good again? 10/10 for making me feel things again.
9.    Oblivio- Told you guys this one was probably rated higher than I thought. Oblivio is just really fun. There is good Adrinette. That âNo wonder I fell in love with youâ paired with the softest of Adrien smiles just sends me. And the kisses. The unquestionable trust. These two kids literally woke up together alone in an elevator with no memories and said welp, youâre my boyfriend/girlfriend obviously, I donât make the rules. Honestly, how anyone could argue that these two dorks arenât made for each other after that episode is beyond me. 9/10
10. Backwarder- Okay, I know I am weird and alone for this one, but I really liked this episode. It got a lot of shit for the constipation capsule thing at the end, but like who cares? We finally got some more backstory on Fu. He got a love-interest who is dope as hell. This episode is my favorite lucky charm use ever. Like that queen DID that. I like Backwarder, guys! Fuck off. 9/10.
11. Kwamibuster- We all know I am a Marinette-stan by this point, but our girl was SHINING this episode. This bitch said gimme all them and let me go whoop this bitchâs ass, and she DID. Hawkmoth could never. Multimouse is a gift, and Marinette is a boss ass queen.  9/10
12. Chat Blanc- Listen, this episode was very good. I enjoy the idea of my children being happy in another timeline somewhere very much. We got all 4 sides of the square in an episode. Itâs just really solid. I know this is the fandomâs favorite, and everyone is gonna shit their pants because it didnât make my top 10, but this is my list. So, I put it at number 12. Itâs good. I like it. It just didnât steal my wallet like other episodes did. Put the pitchforks down. Itâs gonna be okay, you can still love it more than me. 8/10
13. New York Special- I know everyone felt some type of way about this special, but I wasnât mad at it. My perception of it might be clouded because I watched it in Disney World where I was chilling and having a great time, but like this special really did somethings for me. The Adrinette was top tier. Tippy top tier. Even though they hurt us in the end, I am okay with it because it just means the children will grow and come out stronger. I donât care if itâs not technically canon. Ask me if I give a fuck. I donât. I had fun here. 8/10. Solid.
14. The Collector- This one might shock a lot of you, but let me paint you a scene. Itâs the first episode of s2. We have just come off a 2 year hiatus. The fandom is thriving. Weâre hungry for canon content. We have hopes and dreams and expectations. Everyone is going wild with theories. This episode confirmed something that was long since obvious (in my opinion) and ended the stupid arguments people had been having. It made Gabriel actually seem semi-competent. We got our first taste of how Chat/Adrien will react to his dad being Hawkmoth. We got a peek at their life. Adrienâs isolation and sadness. They were so close to figuring it out. The battle was epic. Like Collector really had them on the ropes there for a second. Itâs a solid episode, yall. Iâm not wrong. Hate me all you want, but this episode brought it. 8/10
15. Despair Bear- Is this episode up this high because of the Adrinette slow dance scene? YOU BET YOUR ASS IT IS. Okay, but fr though, shipping aside, this episode gave us hope that Chloe was actually gonna redeem herself. I mean, she didnât but, we didnât know that at the time. Seeing her run around trying to be nice was fun. And then she actually did something good, and we had a moment of okay, sheâs capable. Weâll get there. We didnât. But what a ride this episode was for making us think she would. 8/10
16. Startrain- Cat, youâre just ranking all the Adrinette episodes highest. And? What of it? Are you surprised? You clicked a blog that has simping for Adrinette in the description, and youâre surprised all my favorite episodes have Adrinette? Iâm not wrong, youâre just an idiot. The Adrinette nap cuddles aside though, this was a pretty good episode. If you donât think too hard about the whole space thing, we got a look at Maxâs life, his mom is a driven, smart lady doing her best. Adrien rebels against papa for once. Alya stops a Lila scheme. Chloe gets to play the hero. Alya and Nino actually investigate like the heroes they are. Gabriel gets to realize what a dumbass bitch he is. I mean. Guys. Startrain is solid. 7.5/10
17.ïżœïżœ Sapotis- This one shot up in rank for me after GoS, but tbh itâs always been a solid episode. Alyanette sleepover? Check. Alya becoming a superhero? Check. Itâs a fun episode. And looking back, itâs nicely called back to later in GoS. We love it. 7.5/10
18. Sandboy- Idk why I enjoy this episode as much as I do, but I do. Sandboy is a cute bean. I love his aesthetic. We also get hilarious looks at everyoneâs nightmares. âPlagg, who turned you into a sock?â cracks me up cause like Adrien, bby, no XD And Chat Noirâs nightmare. I think it would have been interesting though if since Sandboy dusted the Agreste mansion, if we got a peek at Hawkmothâs nightmares. It would have been a nice hint of plot to go along with Master Fuâs nightmare. Also Plagg giving the akuma the slip like the clever boy we know he is deep down? 7.5/10
19. Furious Fu- If you guys havenât realized by now that I love Fu, idk what youâre doing. Pay attention. I know that some people donât like him, but Iâm just gonna say it, youâre wrong. Fu took care of the Miracle Box for over 100 years, and this episode kind of gives some insight to what the Order was like. Very strict. Lots of rules. And ya know what, Fu said fuck the police, Iâm gonna befriend these little magical demigods, and fuck off! Like what an absolute legend. I was really happy to see him living his best life, and that he and Marianne got married because itâs what he deserves. We love to see it. 7.5/10
20. Gamer- People like to shit on Marinette in this episode, but like honestly, if I were in her shoes, Iâd have probably done the same thing if I had the skill. Ainât nothing wrong with a girl trying to spend time with the boy she likes. And Tom and Sabine being absolute shipping trash. I love them. And the awkward Adrinette. The introduction of the lucky charm that Adrien STILL carries. Wholesome. This was a good episode for their friendship, and we love to see it. 7.5/10
21. Christmaster- Okay, I know a lot of people hated this episode when it aired, but I thought it was really funny? Everyone skidding around in the ice rink was hilarious. If you donât take this episode seriously, itâs really fun. Chris is pretty cute, and damn right Ladybug is the best kid in the world. Idk. This episode is fun. Iâm not mad at it. Sue me. 7.5/10
22. Weredad- What? Another MC-heavy episode in Catâs top 30? Listen, I donât hate canon MC. The fans just annoy me. This episode was funny. The secondhand embarrassment and cringe was real. Plagg taunting Adrien because he knows the secret was great. Marinette being a self-saving queen was great. Itâs a good episode. I like MC, you guys. I do. I swear! 7.5/10
23. Miraculer- This episode was interesting to me, and I think itâs still a good development episode. For one, Sabrina finally got her own akuma episode named after her. Secondly, because itâs a big step for Chloe, just not in the way we expected. It totally makes sense that Chloe canât have her Miraculous back because literally everyone knows her identity. Canât argue that logic. And she is the first person to ever refuse to become akumatized, so like mad respect. I know a lot of people had high hopes for redeemed Chloe (myself included), but I think watching a character fall from revering someone to hating them is also an interesting path. The friends to enemies arc as it were. Idk. I liked this episode. It was an opportunity for Chloe to grow, even if she didnât in the end, but weâll talk about that later. 7.5/10
24. Lady Wifi- I like Alya. I feel like I donât say that much, and people make some assumptions because of MDCSP, but MDCSP is just a concept I wanted to explore. It doesnât really reflect how I feel about any one character. Except maybe Lila. And Gabe. But every other spite fic Iâve written branching from Chameleon, the class has been fine. Alya has been fine. So, let it be known that I like Alya. Lady Wifi was a fun episode. Putting aside the fact that she thought Chloe was Ladybug for no reason, I like her akuma. I like the interactions we get with LadyNoir in this episode. After GoS, this episode gets a bit funnier. Itâs solid. 7/10
25. Dark Cupid- I donât have much to say about this one. LadyNoir. Thatâs it. Thatâs the tweet. Send it. 7/10
26. Volpina- So many things about this episode. It introduced a new antagonist who we didnât exactly 100% know was going to be an antagonist at the time. This episode sparked a lot of fun fan theories for a while. Who was Lila? How was she going to shake things up? Not to mention this episode gave us a taste of plot and lore, and set up Marinette meeting Master Fu officially. Lots of intrigue sparked from this episode. And that LadyNoir door scene? OOOOOO 7/10
27. Hearthunter- One word: Adrigaminette. This episode was so cute for them! I loved seeing them all goofing and running around together. Adrien and Kagami being absolutely in love with Marinette when her hair is down. They both love her, I donât make the rules. Not to mention, Marinette takes a big step by letting her friends be happy without her. Kagami not wanting to hurt Marinette. The drama!! Gabriel being a messy ass bitch to his friends. It loses points for the abomination of an akuma, but overall, I wasnât too mad at it. Yet. 7/10
28. Glaciator- More MC in Catâs top 30? Itâs more likely than you think. Listen. Listen⊠Listen. MC is fine. This episode was the closest thing to fanfiction that we got. The balcony scene was really sweet. I was drinking the irony. We got introduced to Andre the icecream fraud. Andre the please just give me the flavor I asked for man. I could have done without Chat pouting, but the LadyNoir in the end was pretty good. I wish theyâd done more with Ladybugâs feelings for Chat. Had her question herself a bit more after this one, but overall, itâs cute. 7/10
29. Zombizou- A lot of people started hating Mlle. Bustier after this episode, and like I can kind of see it, if I squint, but I did not draw that same conclusion from this episode. Mlle. Bustier just wants good things for all of her students. Theyâre 14 ffs, she just wants to be a good influence on all of her students and wants them all to be successful. But go off, I guess? Plus, this episode was basically just a spoof on zombie apocalypse movies. We got so many things. Julerose, Myvan, DJWifi. Chloe actually showing some depth and emotion. LadyNoir. We won this episode, babes. Sorry you didnât get the memo. 7/10
30. Timetagger- Okay. This is the last episode in the ones that Iâd venture to call âgood.â Number 30. I enjoyed Timetagger. I know people have feelings about timey-wimey bullshit, and like Iâm not gonna lie and say Iâm thrilled with it either (I mean, I changed the rabbitâs power in MDCSP) but that being said, Timetagger was so sassy. Bunnix was cool as hell. We get to see that LB and CN are still doing the thing in the future. So many questions sparked from this episode. It was fun. Idk. I liked it. Thatâs all I got. 7/10
31. Malediktator- Okay, from this point on, less comments because this is the section that are more or less just meh to me. Like theyâre fine. This episode was fine. Chloe was fine. Chat playing with the laser was cute. 6.5/10
32. Mayura- Adrienâs speech at the end. Nuff said 6.5/10
33. Ikari Gozen- Ryuko/Ryuuko. Gals being pals. 6.5/10
34. Reflekdoll- I talked about this earlier, but I donât hate this episode. Itâs not as bad as people make it out to be. Sue me. 6.5/10
35. Anansi- Nino is the goodest boy. Also I need more of the gang taking Adrien on adventures via Facetime. Stat. 6.5/10
36. Shanghai- This one is new, and tbh I still havenât watched it with subs, but I had a good time. Fei was cute. The boy squad was cute. Adrien bonding with Great Uncle Cheng was cute. Hawkmoth getting literally dunked on was *chefs kiss* 6.5/10
37. Gigantitan- I love overly supportive, ride-or-die girl squad. 6.5/10
38. Party Crasher- Idk why this episode was funny to me. Kim is the purest bean. We donât deserve him. 6.5/10
39. Desperada- This episode was an emotional roller coaster, and even though we all collectively hate Aspikâs stupid egghead, we love the Ladrien this episode provided us. 6/10
40. Oni-chan- Listen, I loved seeing Lila get a tiny bit of karma even if she made it up in the end. I loved Chat going off on her. I loved seeing her get outsmarted in the end. 6/10
41. Frightningale- My good lesbian Clara Nightingale. We stan. 6/10
42. Style Queen- I like Audrey in a âsheâs the worst person Iâve ever met, I want to travel the world with herâ kind of way. Sheâs funny to me. Idk. I love her firing everyone. Sheâs the one I love to hate. Sheâs the worst, but we love her for it. Plus this episode gave us Plaggâs adorable little Cataclysm that destroyed half the city. 6/10
43. Gamer 2.0- Chat confidently strutting in heels made this episode worth it. And we get to see the beginning of Marinette being overwhelmed. Plus it was the return of gamer!nette. 6/10
44. Troublemaker- I donât hate this episode as much as the next person either. It was fine. Jagged is a manchild, but we love him for it. Heâs a Marinette stan which like mood. The Adrinette at the end was cute. I wasnât mad at it. Idk. Itâs fine. 6/10
45. Reflekta- Where are all my Juleka stans at? I loved the LadyNoir banter in this ep. V. cute. 6/10
46. Dark Owl- This episode was fun. And it really shows their level of trust. Plus Plagg and Tikki interacted. 6/10
47. Timebreaker- Have I ever mentioned that I like Alix? I like Alix. 6/10
48. Silencer- I donât hate this episode as much as youâd expect me to, and that is 100% because of the LadyNoir. 5.5/10
49. Prime Queen- Chat purrs. 5.5/10
50. Syren- I think the fish power-up is adorable. Ondine is a gem. Kim is a pure bean, but we been knew. 5.5/10
51. Befana- I like Gina, but this episode fell flat for me. Almost as flat as the animation. 5.5/10
52. Reverser- Another episode that everyone hates that I am actually fine with. This episode made me like Nathaniel more. Probably because I was previously indifferent toward him. Marc is cute too. 5.5/10
53. Mr. Pigeon- Marinette is one clever girl. And the Adrinette hand-touch. 5.5/10
54. Felix- Felix is a gremlin of chaos. A true chaotic neutral. He gives his uncle the finger, and I think thatâs beautiful. 5.5/10
55. Truth- Bet you expected this episode to be higher. While I did enjoy watching toxic peopleâs world crumble, this episode still gets a meh from me dog. 5/10
56. Lies- The Adrigami was cute, and I respect Kagami as a character. The akuma could have been better tho. 5/10
57. Princess Fragrance- Not much to say here. 5/10
58. Copycat- 5/10
59. Bubbler- 5/10
60. Mime- 5/10
61. Animan- 5/10
62. Robostus- 5/10
63. Ladybug- This episode ranks this low purely because I donât care about GabeNath, and I hate that Lila won something in the end. But Adrien saying I wonât hesitate, bitch! At the end was nice to see. 5/10
64. Catalyst- I know I ranked Mayura way higher, but Catalyst fell flat for me. Like it was fine. Wasnât as into it though. 4.5/10
65. Puppeteer- One of my favorite lucky charm uses. 4.5/10
66. Pixelator- My favorite Cataclysm. 4.5/10
67. Horrificator- That almost-Adrinette kiss tho 4.5/10
68. Pharaoh- 4.5/10
69. Kung Food- 4.5/10
70. Rogercop- 4/10
71. Guitar Villain- 4/10
72. Dark Blade- 4/10
73. Bakerix- 4/10
74. Antibug- And now onto the bottom 10. To start us off, I will just say: UGH, this episode annoyed me. First of all, Sabrina didnât even get her own episode. Chloe was a piece of shit. Idk why they made Ladybug the one in the wrong when Chloe was being obnoxious. Ugh. 3/10
75. Captain Hardrock- Iâm gonna be honest. My apathy for this episode has grown into loathing. Toxic stans are 100% to blame. Birthday ruining, bitches. This is the reason I threw a breakup bash after Truth. Yall deserved it. 3/10
76. Christmas Special- I didnât hate this episode as much as everyone, but it still wasnât great. 2.5/10
77. Stormy Weather 2.0- This episode was really dumb. It didnât need to exist. 2.0/10
78. Queen Wasp- Why did we give Chloe a Miraculous after this episode? 2/10
79. Animaestro- Did we really need a self-insert? Did we really? 2/10
80. Puppeteer 2.0- Listen, this episode would have made more sense in s1 or at the very latest early s2. Adrien gave a whole ass speech on how great Marinette is, then he turns around and is like idk if she likes me⊠Clean it up. 2/10
81. Miracle Queen- I could talk at length about how much I hate the ending of this episode and what they did with Chloe and Master Fu, but weâre just going to remain calm and give it a solid 1.5/10
82. Frozer- This episode made no goddamn sense. I call bullshit on so many things. Just ugh. 1/10
83. Chameleon- Surprisingly, even though this episode sparked many, many spite fics out of me, itâs not my least favorite because at least Ladybug semi-redeemed this episode. Still really dumb and ooc tho. 1/10
84. Feast- Okay, okay, okay, here we are. Bottom of the barrel. Catâs most hated episode, and you wanna know why? You want to know why this episode fills me with the rage? Because we spent two fucking seasons building up all this mystery and lore and intrigue surrounding Fuâs big mistake, and they dropped the fucking ball! They did my mans so dirty! They could have really deepened his character, deepened the Order, deepened anything other than whatever fucking affair Gabriel and Nathalie have going on, but NO. They made it some stupid, bland-ass thing that got resolved magically in the end, then just ignored it for the rest of the season. I will never not be salty about how they did my boy Fu in this show. Iâm happy he found his peace, but fuck if Iâm not livid about how they did it. Whatever. Chat being done with Ladybugâs shit when theyâre about to get eaten was funny I guess. .5/10
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in support of Texas relief, @romancewritingandwinchesters donated $20, and requested Sam and Dean waiting out a Texas storm with no electricity. Thank you for donating!
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When the snow starts coming down, Dean's not yet worried. He's driven the whole country at least five times; he can handle snow. It's when the temperature starts dropping fast that he pulls up, at the closest gas station, and fills the tank, and sends Sam inside for a few gallons of water and whatever food they don't have to cook. "I told you," Sam says, which frankly Dean thinks is a very smug and unattractive way of looking at the situation. "Remember, that front I was telling you about?"
"Yeah, but who thought it'd get this cold in Texas," Dean says, watching the numbers tick up on the pump. Shit, this is gonna be expensive.
"Oh, you know," Sam says, arms folded tight over his chest, stamping his feet by the car's rear door. "Meteorologists. Climatologists. Just that level."
Dean rolls his eyes, but Sam's turned away luckily and can't see it. Turns out Sam gets a little bitchy when it's this cold. They didn't really pack for itâthis was supposed to be a low swing south to check a few harmless jobs, stuff that'd take Sam's mind off the whole soulless thing, a couple of easy wins and some weather a little better than February in South Dakota, but it's not working out that way. Fourteen degrees, according to the display on the Shell sign above their heads, and it's only nine at night.
The snow's already piling up, on the parking lot and in the street, making the nice local El Paso people drive under ten miles per hour and making the world seemânot-right. Alien. A cactus planted in the median glints with ice and Dean sucks his teeth, shivers hard. When the car's full up he recaps the tank and sets the nozzle back in place and then looks out at the frosted world. The black shine on the asphalt. "I don't like the look of that road," he says, after a second, and Sam follows his gaze and nods, immediately. "Tonight's not the night to get out of town."
"Texas blizzard on the highway?" Sam says, a little sarcastic, but shakes his head, more serious. "Yeah, it's gonna get a lot worse." His nose is pink from the cold. "Too cold for the car. Even if we still had thatâremember, that awful pink blanket?"
"The one you totally ruined?" Dean says, and Sam grins, even if he shudders after. Sam ruined it by getting clawed up by a ghoul when he was twenty-three and trying to protect Dean from something he didn't need protecting from and then bleeding all over the damn blanket when Dean put him in the backseat to race him to the ER. Dumbass, Dean had called him then, but honestly not much has changed. Dean shoves Sam's side, shaking his head. "Why are we standing around here in the cold? Get in the car, let's go."
"You're the one who took forever with the gas," Sam argues back, but he gets in the car, so. Win for Dean. Beyond the win of having this Sam, this right good Sam, in the car in the first placeâwhole again, with the soul to make a context for the memories that make him Dean's brother.
They're not far off the highway so there'll be motels. The issue hits when they're drivingâslow, painfully slow, crawling behind snow-caked Texas plates that don't know how to handle the weatherâand the street goes suddenly dark, the lights crashing off in the fast food places and gas stations lining the road. "Shit," Dean says, checking the rearview, but luckily the truck behind him hasn't slammed its brakes and they're not about to be involved in a black-ice skid.
"You thinkâ" Sam says, but cranes around and it's obvious. Some part of the grid, failing, and that's going to mean some panic and it's going to mean some accidents and it's also going to mean finding a place to stay just got a hell of a lot harder.
The kid at the motel they pick clearly has no idea what to do. It's a shithole, which is why Dean pulled in, and clearly there weren't too many customers to begin with. The lobby's dark other than a flashlight the kid's waving around while he explains in a panic that their electricity is outâ"I can see that," Dean says, trying to be patientâand Sam finally leans over the counter, takes the flashlight out of the kid's hand, and sets it upright on the counter so it acts like a shitty lantern, filling the room with grey.
"Oh," the kid says, eyes gleaming big in the suddenly stable light. The kidâthe boy. He looks barely older than Ben.
"Look," Sam says, while Dean's trying to shake off that thought. "We get that there won't be cable. We just need somewhere to weather it out."
"My register doesn't even work," the boy says, and Dean reaches into his wallet and peels out two hundred bucks and lays it fanned out on the counter. More big eyesâthe room rate on the sign outside is forty-nine a night. "Oh," he says, again.
"Just give us keys, okay?" Dean says. "You can explain to your manager in the morning. How these weirdos paid a hundred, cash."
A blink. Maybe he's too young to realize he's being bribed. Sam sighs, and leans over the counter again. "We're taking room 13," he says, coming up with a key in hand. A physical keyâDean was right about the kind of dump this is. The boy opens his mouth and closes it, and Sam jerks his head at Dean before he gives the boy a half-smile, fake as hell. "Try to stay warm in here, okay?"
The Impala's already inch-thick with snow, outside. "Why the hell did that take so long," Sam mutters.
Dean snorts. "Thirteen?" he says, and Sam nods, folding himself back into the passenger seat for the short drive overâ"Center room, more insulation," he saysâand when they pull around to the odds side of the building he's right. The city's blanketed in dark and weirdly quiet, with the muffling of the snow, so it feels almost like opening up some hidden hunter's cabin as they unlock the room, unpack the car inside. Sam bought jerky, chips, iffy-looking gas station fruit, and Dean still has one lantern and two spare d-cells and a bottle of whiskey that's almost entirely full, and the water, thank god, is still running. "For how long, though," Sam says, so Dean drags a hand over his face and zips his jacket closed and goes down the row of rooms in the freezing dark to the one that's marked PRIVATE, and breaks in to find cleaning supplies that⊠clearly haven't been used in that long. Buckets, though, that he rinses out and then fills in the utility sink. Spare bedding on shelves above the laundry machine and he picks out two blankets, the shitty supersoft microfleece kind that have always been his favorite.
When he gets back, burdened like a mule, he finds the roomâweirdly sort of homey. Sam's got the lantern on the rickety little desk and it's blasting white light up that wall, but he's lit their spare ritual candles, too, and put them on the nightstand, on top of the blank TV, the minifridge crammed up in the corner by the bathroom. It's warm inside, especially once Dean's got the door kicked closed behind him again, but it won't stay that way for long. "Laundry?" Sam says, and at Dean's nod he disappears outside too, and comes back with a pile of the thin towels in his arms, and packs them in against the bottom of the door, the base of the single-pane windows. The water heaters might be gas but they might be electric, too, and with no way of knowing they take turns in the shower, cleaning up fast. The water's still hot when it's Dean's turn and he luxuriates, for a minute that he counts off in his head, letting the weak stream melt over his shoulders and put heat into his bones, where hopefully it'll stay a while.
The bathroom's steamy when he gets out but it's already cooling fast. Not much insulation in the walls. He dries off scrupulously, trying to get off every bit of damp he can, and redresses by candlelight. Smells like beeswax, the hippie natural candles Sam always picks when they restock their kit. His soulless self didn't bother with that. What a weird thing to turn out to miss.
Back in the room, Sam's made a pile of their food on the desk by the lantern, and lined up the buckets of water by the door. Dean checks his watch: ten o'clock, and they're packed into this room like a bunker. Safe, as warm as they can be, clean and healthy and food to hand. Now there is, truly, nothing at all to do but wait.
"Not even wi-fi," Sam says, under his breath like he had the same thought. Dean huffs. Sam's mouth lifts on one side, wry. He sits on the end of one bed, hands folded between his knees, and gives a shrug. "Well. We got a night off."
They did. About time, too, with how they've been running lately. Sam making up for every bad thing his soulless self ever might've done, and Dean just trying to hold onto the bar so he won't fly off. First time in weeks that Dean's had Sam to himself without Sam searching for another job or trying to pin down his own sad timeline or his brain melting out his ear, and he almost doesn't know what to do with it. A bit of silence, between them, that stretches. Dean licks his lips. "Wanna play charades?"
Sam snorts. "You'd cheat," he says, and Dean smiles his most honest smile, and that makes Sam roll his eyes but smile a little, too. "How long do you think we have until it gets really cold?"
Dean tips his head back and forth, thinking. "It'sâwhat, fifty degrees in here?" Sam shrugs. "I don't know. It'll be friggin' cold in the morning, but we won't freeze."
"Guess not," Sam says, but he's still just sitting there. His eyes on Dean, his body quiet. Dean pours them both cups of the whiskey and sits on the other bed, and Sam rotates to face him, and they toast each other with a rasping papery excuse for a clink and take a swallow each, and it sinks down to Dean's gut like fire, welcome with how chilly it is in here, and Sam's just⊠still looking at him. Like he's something worth looking at. Dean feels his face go warm and wonders if he can blame the whiskey.
"Hey," Sam says, cup held easy between his knees. "Tell me something."
Dean leans back. "What, truth or dare? We're a little old for that, don't you think?"
His legs are kicked out into the space between the beds. Sam shifts and their boots knock together. "Maybe you are," Sam says, and Dean makes a face at him. Sam smiles and takes another sip, watching Dean over the top of his cup, and after the slight pull at the sting he's still smiling, small. "This last year. Did you ever think aboutâŠ" He shakes his head, looks down at his cup. Dean nudges his ankle to get him to keep going and Sam looks back up, his hair hanging a little in his eyes. "Did you ever want to sleep withâhim?"
Dean's lips part but nothing comes out. He's genuinely surprised. Sam's eyes tighten, a tiny shift that's almost not visible in the dim combination of candle-and-lantern light. "No," Dean says, after a pause that's too long. Sam's head tips back, assessing. "No," Dean repeats, firmer. "It wasn'târight."
Sam hmms and Dean takes a drink. Truth or dare, he really ought to do his forfeit. It's not a lie, not really, but it's notâcompletely true. Robo-Sam never seemed interested and Dean was still half-caught with Lisa and Dean's a lot of things but a cheater's not one of them, and he'd thoughtâhe didn't know. That Sam didn't want it anymore. Whatever fumbling they'd gotten up to, their drunken stupidity, the almost violent way it'd get sometimes, the way Dean would sink his nails into Sam's back and Sam would bite his throat and then the way, after, sometimes, Sam would look at him in the dark and Dean would think, godâ
His cheeks are flushed, hot enough to feel in the cool air. "So," Sam says, after the moment's stretched out, "we neverâeven when I came backâ"
"Not exactly trying to make it with my long-lost brother when my creepy resurrected grandpa's breathing down my neck, no," Dean says, and Sam grimaces but then laughs, and then bites his bottom lip. Still looking at Dean and Dean takes a breath, deep, and thinks, jesus. Eighteen months, more, since the last time, most of it with Sam walking around with no soul, and Dean caught up in a relationship that crashed and burned, and it feelsâdifferent. They're both different. Happened somehow when Dean wasn't looking but here's the evidence, in how calm Sam is, in how they're justâquiet, here, together. Something building slow, in the cold, with the snow sifting down outside.
Sam lets his lip go, slow, his teeth dragging white. His eyes drop to Dean's mouth, and lower. "I've got lube," he says. Dean blinks. Sam lifts a shoulder, almost apologetic. "Don't know from what, but it's in my duffle. I've beenâwondering."
"Jeez, Sammy," Dean says, and has to laugh, too, kind of breathless. It's hot. Jesus, it's hot, hotter than it should be, to just have Sam say it flat out like that. Asking. "What, you want to huddle for warmth?"
Sam raises his eyebrows, glances sidelong at his bed. "I mean," he says, and Dean has to laugh again. "If there were ever an opportunityâ"
Dean leans in and gets Sam's jacket in one hand, and pulls. Sam scoots forward easy, his knee sliding up against Dean's inseam, and it'sâeasy, weirdly easy, easy in a way it never was, to lean in and press his mouth to Sam's and have Sam justâkiss back, pressing Dean's mouth open right away and brushing his tongue over Dean's lip, slick and hot, his breath warm on Dean's cool skin. "Damn," Dean says, soft.
Sam smiles against his mouth and kisses him again, puts his chilly fingertips against Dean's exposed throat. "I mean, we don't have anything else to do, right?" he says, pulling back an inch.
Dean rolls his eyes and says, "You really gotta learn some better lines."
Sam presses in, kisses him again soft on the mouth. God, Sam's mouth. "I don't think I do," Sam says, hanging there, and Dean groans, pushes Sam's face away, thinks: yes. Yes.
He goes to the bathroom. Takes his time. The toilet, thank god, is still flushing, so the water lines haven't yet gone down. He runs the sink and wets a washrag and cleans up, and washes his hands, and then he licks his mouth wet and looks at himself, in the spotty mirror, the candlelight flickery and making his face strange. When he comes out Sam's stripped the bed closer to the door and the other one is spread with that bedding, the blankets Dean stole, and Sam's in the middle of taking off his belt, standing in his socks with his shirt off and his chest bare and his hair a little ruffled, and he looks up at Dean in the bathroom doorway and smiles, and lays his belt on the bare bed, and says, "C'mere," and Dean comes.
Sam's hands are cold and Dean bitches about that, immediately. "Shut up," Sam advises, and Dean says, "Oh, if anyone needs toâ" and Sam kisses him, like Dean knew he would, so that's okay. Together they get Dean's jacket off, his flannel, his t-shirt, and he shivers but Sam's hands drag down his arms and that's so warm Dean can hardly stand it. He drags his fingers through Sam's chest hairâhair, when Sam had been so sleek beforeâand Sam kisses the top of his ear, weirdly affectionate in a way that makes Dean's chest hotâand then his fingers go for Dean's belt, his jeans, and Dean pushes him away an inch, then, taking a second to breathe.
Sam'sâchrist. Hot. His nipples pebbled up tight and his cheeks a little pink, even in the candlelight. "Gotta get my boots off, man," Dean says, and Sam looks down like he's surprised that an impediment to getting in Dean's pants might exist, and Dean grins, sits back on the bed. Okay, so. Sam's not suddenly a pure sex god. Somehow that's as much of a relief as the breathing room was.
He works at the knot of his laces. Sam takes the opportunity to strip off his jeans, and then there's his bare long legs, his boxer-briefs. His dick's thick in them, obvious, but while Dean's tugging off his second boot Sam skims them off and down and then he's justânaked, nearly all the way except his stupid black socks he always wears, and Dean huffs and says, "Sexy," dry, but then Sam's kneeling down in front of him, sliding his hands up Dean's thighs, andâwell. Truth or dare. Dean wouldn't have to take a drink, this time.
The corner of Sam's mouth lifts and he unzips Dean's jeans, and then tucks his fingers into the waistband, and Dean lifts his ass up and lets Sam pull and Samâtakes his time about it, damn him, pulling down Dean's underwear too so the cold air ripples up goosebumps all the way down Dean's legs, freezing. Sam kisses Dean's chest, his nippleâDean grabs Sam's head, surprisedâand then ducks down, kisses the root of his dick and then sucks in the head, soft and warm, slick, so abrupt that Dean slams a hand down onto the edge of the mattress and his head falls back, his hips lifting. Christ, Sammy. A big hand circles around Dean's calf and Sam sucks, soft, while Dean's dick rises so fast he gets dizzyâand then Sam pulls away, the cold air hitting like a hammer, and lifts up with his mouth pinked-wet and says, "Get in bed," and Dean stares at him like a lunatic for a second and then, jesus, scrambles to obey.
He scooches in to the middle. The blankets are ridiculous, double-weight and heavy, but the sheets are chilly even through his socked feet. Sam climbs in after him and pushes right up against his back, his dick swelling up against Dean's ass, his body a hot shock among the cold. "You're a friggin' furnace," Dean says, and Sam snorts, bites soft at Dean's bare shoulder. There's a second of separationâSam stretching awayâand then Sam's back, under the blankets, kisses under Dean's ear, slides his hand over Dean's hip, down. Dean's breath hitches and he slides his leg forward. "Yeah?" Sam says, the idiot, and Dean says, "Duh, bitch," and there's a huff and then a muffled click and then Sam's fingers are slick, sliding up against his ass, pushing in.
Ohâgod. It's beenâsince the last time. Dean turns his face against the pillow and pulls his leg higher, makes room. Sam's fingers, wet-thick, and the strange uncertain feeling of being broken open, how it pulls and worries, his body barely remembering what to do. Long time. Sweat breaks out at his temples, the middle of his back. He drops a hand to his dick and squeezes, letting it know something better's coming.
"You're tight," Sam says. Unnecessarily, in Dean's opinion. "You really, you neverâ?"
"Some things should be kept between a man and his hour-long showers, Sammy," Dean says, light, and it's not really true but Sam huffs another little laugh and kisses his ear, and Dean pops his leg up instead even though that makes a cool cavern of air under the covers, giving Sam the room to work him. He pushes back, pulls at his dick, works it fat, and against his ass Sam's dick feels full, ready. He always liked this part, the part where he made Dean want it. He turns his head and says, "Sam," and Sam lifts up and kisses him just like he wanted, his chest warm against Dean's shoulder and his fingers spreading deep, pushing the slick inside where they need it, and while he's kissing Dean and relearning every molar Dean feels the fingers slip out, rubbing instead at Dean's hole where it's hot now, wet, flexing. He drags in air through his nose and reaches behind himself, finding Sam fat and heavy. Thick. Jesus, he could never forget how thick.
"Ready?" Sam says and that's a stupid question. Dean tugs the blankets higher with his free hand, covering his shoulder against the cold, snubs Sam up against himself and then lets go, finds Sam's hip, pullsâand Sam takes over, holding Dean's belly as he pushes inside, and Dean tries to contain the flinch but can't and Sam kisses his temple, soft, and his ear, and his neck, and doesn't stop, bulling open that place for himself, splitting Dean wide. His pubes press against Dean's ass. Dean grips the pillow and lets his knee sink down and immediately what's already tight is tighter, closer. Sam grunts against him, slides his hand down to find Dean's half-wilted dick. "You feelâ" Sam starts, but he squeezes Dean's dick instead of saying, and Dean's fine with that, he doesn't need compliments when he just needs Sam toâ
"Move," he says, and Sam moves.
It's slow, from being on their sides. No real force behind it. Dean knocks Sam's hand away from his dick and Sam squeezes his balls instead, and then slips a hand to the inside of his thigh and keeps him close that way, locking Dean in place to be fucked. He's still tight but he's loosening up, from the thick rocking churn of Sam inside him, buried up to the root half the time, flexing in and making Dean stretch for him, forcing in that deep good ache of being open, slick for it. With the underhand grip on Dean's thigh his thumb slots in right at the base of Dean's dick, a soft dragging pressure every time Sam squeezes, and Dean can hardly think for how good it all feels. For how much he missed it and pretended for so long he wasn't missing it. Sam's other arm is tucked under the pillow, under his head, and he manages to shove the pillow away enough that he gets bare skin and bites there, soft in Sam's bicep, and Sam drags in air through his teeth and pushes in harder, the wet drag enough that Dean shudders, shoulders to hips, and Sam squeezes his thigh so hard that it hurts.
If it weren't so damn cold Dean would want to throw the blankets offâget on his back with Sam between his legsâlift up, ride, to remember the way Sam's eyes went so dark and hot and intense from seeing Dean get off on him. As it is he feels it building slow, the sweat between them starting to get oppressive, his throat a little abraded from the way Sam keeps dragging his teeth over it, his breath hot there where Dean's skin's so wet. He clenches inside, as much as he can when he's split wide like this, and Sam grunts, warm burst of air against the back of his ear. "Fuck," Dean says, squirming back. He presses his knees together and Sam feels even thicker, his hand caught between Dean's thighs. "Fuck, Sammyâ"
"God, I want to come," Sam says, and Dean jerks, caught against him, his dick spitting. Sam worms his hand out and cups Dean's nuts, rubs warm at the root of his dick, his lips smearing against Dean's neck. "God, you'reâare you close?"
"Out of practice," Dean says, breathily light, like that's even fucking remotely true. "Can't you tell?" Sam's hand pulls up, fisting his dick, and Dean arches as much as he can, shoving down onto Sam, his teeth floating on this feeling. His gut's molten. "FuckâSam, if youâ"
"I have to," Sam says, thin, and pushesâDean tips over and Sam slides, god, out, but in a second he's covering Dean's back and Dean's spreading as wide as he can and Sam slots right back inside, hard, and Dean drags in air against the mattress but doesn't really care, doesn't need it. Sam's pumping inside, fast and deep, the jolting drag of it sliding all over exactly where Dean wants him, and Sam's hands slip from Dean's sides to his hip to his shoulders, holding him in place, and Dean worms a hand between the bed and his dick and lets Sam shove him into his own grip, the rhythm perfect, perfectâSam's mouth hot against the knob of his spineâand Dean comes pulsing into his own hand, his toes curling and his lips spread against the sheet and his whole body locking up, it feels like, tense, unloadingâand Sam groans, shoves his hand between them to feel the mess Dean's making, says, "Fuck, you'reâfuck, you're so hot, Dean, the hottest I everâ" and gets a hand on Dean's ass and pulls it wider, shoves in harder, for a shocking minute where it almost hurts except that Dean's so floaty and satisfied he'd take a knife in his flesh and wouldn't mindâand when Sam finally comes he presses right up inside and pumps it deep, forcing it in, and Dean sighs against the bed, overheated and wet, and lets go of his own dick enough that he can tangle his fingers with Sam's, slick, crumpled, bone to bone.
Sam's a deadweight on his back. Dean turns his face against the sheet and gets a pocket of slightly cooler air, content to take it. He squeezes Sam's fingers and in response Sam squeezes his hip, and then slowly, slowly, his lips brush the back of Dean's ear, and then Dean's cheek. "Wow," Sam says, quiet, and Dean snorts. A shift, inside, that makes Dean open his eyes wideâoh, he's open now but it feelsâand one of Sam's knees slips over to the outside of Dean's, different leverage, as he pushes in again on all the wet he made, and in again, still thick. Dean licks his lips and it's so quiet he can hear the wet noise it makesâmatch, to when Sam pulls outâa spill, trickling down over Dean's ballsâand then the squelch as he pushes back in and makes Dean grip the pillow, makes his nuts pulse in heated shock.
"I could go again right now," Sam says, low against his ear, entirely honest.
Dean has to take a deep breath. "Don't press your luck," he says, raw, and Sam laughs quiet, drags out againâstill hard, christ aboveâand tugs at Dean's shoulder, and turns him over in a messy sheet-tangling pull, and gets them the right way around to kiss, full, open, Dean's hands on Sam's waist and the bed smeary and disgusting, between them.
When Dean pulls away, Sam's got his fingers curled around the back of his ear, his dick warm and full up against Dean's hip. He smiles, looking back at Dean in the barely-light. Dean smiles back, kind of helpless. "We really wrecked this bed," Dean says. Just for something to say.
Sam's shoulder lifts. "Heated it up, though," he says, and, well. He's not wrong.
The candles are still lit, and they'll have to take care of those so they don't burn the damn room down. The lantern, tooâthey shouldn't waste the batteries. There's a slit in the blankets somewhere, cool air pouring in over Dean's back, and he tugs, and Sam gets it and helps him smooth them out, making a cocoon for the two of them. The discarded lube bottle ends up under Dean's back and he slides it up under the pillow, for hopeful future use. Their socked toes bump together. Sam's nose is cold, where it bumps Dean's cheek, but that's all right. Dean's not in a state to mind.
"It's gonna suck to dig out the car in the morning," Sam says, out of nowhere.
Dean closes his eyes and pulls at Sam's waist, getting him closer. Sam's knee slides between his thighs. "That's what I missed about you, man," he says, drowsy. "You always know what to say to get me hot."
Sam snorts. His knuckles drag over Dean's jaw, safe and warm.
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And I figured out weâre dating in this Chiliâs tonight
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Request: Mother Nature and warren have my whole ass HEART!!!!! I loved flower so much. I know youâre gonna write lil dates one day I wonder if youâll write something of how they officially got together?? Like who asked who to be each otherâs girlf/boyf . Would be so cute I know youâre busy but either way all your fics are *chefs kiss* â(I think this was from an anon!)
Blurb: Mother Nature and Warren are officially dating! They figured it out!
Warnings: some language and mentions of sex
Word Count: 7.6k
A/N: the timeline is kind of all over. This is set before Decay but I posted it way after! Anyway! Enjoy!
Warren was on Instagram as Scott explained the plot of Fast and The Furious 7 to Jean.Â
âItâs not goodâ but my dad loves themâ mostly for the carsâ but itâs supposed to be the last movie in the franchise. I thinkâŠâÂ
Warren rarely postedâ on his story and his main pageâ but he looked at what his friends were up to.Â
He tapped on (Y/N)âs profile icon to view her storyâ the highlight of his lunch period. She wasnât around for the time beingâ she had mentioned a test she was retaking, which made Warren sad. He wouldnât get to sit next to her and share whatever fruit she grew for lunch, but he also wanted her to do well and get good grades.Â
(Y/N) had posted a photo of a movie poster with the caption, âOHMYGOD!! â followed by a blue and yellow shocked face emoji and a heart-eyed emoji. The movie poster in question was for the animated Addams Family movie.Â
âIs there a new Addams family movie coming out?â Warren asked.Â
âYeah, (Y/N) watched the latest trailer during class. Sheâs really excited about it,â Jean told him.
Warren felt himself get shaky with nerves and excitement. He could ask her to go see it with him. Just him. Not with the whole group, or Jubilee third-wheeling, or Jean and Scott with them, making out in the seat next to them.Â
Wait.Â
Am I going to ask her on a date? Is that what this is? A date?Â
âYou good?â Scott asked.
âWhat?â Warren glanced at him. âOh, yeah⊠Yeah, Iâm good.âÂ
âOkay.â
Warren went back to his phone, pressing reply to (Y/N)âs story post about the Addams Family movie coming out.Â
He started to type out a message.Â
âHey. Would you want to see this together when it comes out? We could also go out for dinner?â Warren then promptly deleted the entire message.Â
No, no. That makes me sound like a lonely middle-aged mom. He thought to himself.
âI think it was fine!â
âAh!â Warren flinched. âDid you read my mind, Jean?âÂ
âNoâŠâ Jean denied.
Warren frowned.Â
âI was curious as to what you were doing, and you were really nervous and your thoughts are loud anyway.âÂ
âWhat?â Scott asked.Â
âWarrenâs trying to ask (Y/N) out on a date to the movies,â Jean explained.
âItâs not a date!â Warren tried to defend.
âWhen is it ever going to be a date?â Scott asked. âIt wasnât a date when she slept over in your room and you watched Phineas and Ferb and ordered pizza. It wasnât a date when you spent three hours at the library studying together. It wasnât a date when you spent the afternoon together and she told you her secret brownie recipe! When is it ever going to be a date?â
âI⊠I donât⊠Those were not dates...âÂ
âThey kind of were,â Jean admitted. âThatâs what people do on dates. Scott and I do stuff like that all the timeâŠâÂ
Warren blinked.Â
âYouâve dated people before, right?â Scott asked him.
âI mean âdateâ is a loose term but, yeahâŠâÂ
 Scott decided he didnât have time to unpack that sentence. âOkay. What did you do with them to like, spend time together, and stuff?â
âWe mostly just got drunk and hooked upâŠâÂ
Scott sighed, âYou sound like my brother after he got out of jail.âÂ
âWarren, have⊠you⊠never been on a real date before?â Jean asked.
âWell, um, I mean, my last âgirlfriendâ and I went to clubs and stuff in Germany, but weâd usually go with some friendsâŠâ He admitted.  Â
âOh my godâŠâ Scott mumbled.
Warren panicked. âWait, didâ Did (Y/N) think we were dating this whole time?âÂ
âI donât know,â Jean shrugged.
âEveryone else thought you guys were,â Scott muttered.Â
âSo weâve been dating this whole time?âÂ
âI mean, kind ofâŠâÂ
Warren paled. He had no idea what to do. Were they dating? Were they not dating? What was he supposed to do as a boyfriend? Or not a boyfriend?Â
âJust ask her, âwhat are we?â That should clear things up.âÂ
Warren gawked at Scott. âWhat are we? Thatâs the cliche that makes guys run for the hills! I canât ask her that!â
â(Y/N)âs reasonable,â Jean reminded him. âIf you ask her that, she wonât run away.âÂ
Warren didnât say anything back.Â
âJust ask her what you were originally going to say on Instagram.â
Warren whined.Â
âDo it now.â Jean advised. âBefore Jubilee makes plans to see the movie with her.âÂ
Warren paled at the possibility of (Y/N) not being available. He quickly typed out another message and sent it.Â
âOh my god! Oh my god, I just did that! HhhhhâŠâ Warren quickly threw his phone on the table and refused to look at it.Â
Jean chuckled and rolled her eyes, taking his phone to see if (Y/N) replied.
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(Y/N) finished her test early and decided to check up on some of the plants in the attic greenhouse before her next class.Â
She had been focusing on a baby caladium, making sure it had plenty of sun and water and was growing at a healthy pace.Â
(Y/N) named it, Warren Worthington IV, but she told no one and would take that piece of information to the grave. Â
 As she was poking Warren the Fourthâs soil to see if it needed water for the day, she felt her phone vibrate against her thigh in her pocket.Â
She pulled it out to see that Warrenâ the Thirdâ had replied to her Instagram story. Her eyes turned pink just by reading his name on her phone screen. Â
âDo you want to see this together Friday night? We could go to Chiliâs before and get dinner?â
(Y/N) read the message over at least ten times. Dinner and a movie? Was Warren asking her on a date?Â
Her eyes were orange in confusion and purple due to nerves.Â
She took a few minutes but finally responded with, âYeah! Thereâs a showing on Friday at 9 at the theatre by the mall. Does that work?âÂ
Warren immediately hearted the message and said, âYeah :)âÂ
(Y/N) hearted his message. Excited and a bit nervous for Friday, she left the attic and headed to her next class.Â
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(Y/N) ignored any work she had after class and immediately went through her closet, rummaging for clothes.
âWhatcha doing?â Ororo asked, setting her books on her bed.Â
âYouâve been on plenty of not date dates,â (Y/N) began. Ororo gave her a curious look. âWhat would you wear?â
âAre you going out on a date?â Ororo asked.Â
âWell, not exactlyâŠâ (Y/N) confessed.Â
Ororo smirked as she opened her notebook and started working on an assignment, âIs it with Warren?â
âWho else would it be?â (Y/N) asked.
âI donât know⊠Dylan from math class? Ruby from my yoga class? The handful of people from Bayville youâve kissed at house parties before you even knew Warren? There are options.â
(Y/N) was not amused.Â
âAre you and Warren going out on a date? Or is this a âweâre just hanging out⊠alone together⊠but just as friends! Because we are friends! Who like each other very romantically! But we refuse to do anything about it!ââ
(Y/N) sighed. âOkay, so he didnât explicitly say it was a date, but weâre seeing the new Addams Family movie and going to Chiliâs.âÂ
Ororo blinked in shock, Warren asked (Y/N) to see a movie about one of her favorite franchises and go to one of her favorite go-to restaurants, and he didnât clarify if it was a date or not?Â
What a dumbass, Ororo mused, tearing herself away from her work to go on her phone.
 Ororo
Are you and (Y/N) going on a date?
 No response.Â
Ororo went back to her homework, glancing at (Y/N) every so often to give feedback on the numerous items she pulled out of her closet.Â
âIs a dress too much?âÂ
âDefinitely,â Ororo stated without looking up. âIâve only worn a dress twice since I came here and one I borrowed from Jubilee.âÂ
(Y/N) sighed and kept looking for options. Ororoâs phone screen lit up, and she quickly grabbed it, checking to see if Warren responded.
 Warren
I think so???
 Ororo
What do you mean? âi tHiNk SoâÂ
 Warren
*not amused emoji*Â
Iâm not sure if weâre dating or not. We were gonna talk about it at dinner.
 âAre you and Warren dating?â Ororo asked.Â
(Y/N) froze at the question, unsure what to say. âI mean⊠no⊠but like, we like each otherâ or I like him. I think he likes me. Sometimes Iâm not really sureââ
ââ(Y/N),â Ororo interrupted. âHe likes you a lot. Assume this is a date.âÂ
âAssumeâ What?â (Y/N) gaped.  Â
Ororo looked at her phone again, seeing five text messages from Warren in panic, asking why she didnât respond.
 Ororo
Calm down!
You should thank me
 Warren
RoâŠ
What did you do?...
 Ororo
You have to trust me⊠;)
 Warren
*Not amused emoji*
 Ororo left Warren on read and continued her assignment. Until someone barged into the room, unexpected.
Jubilee came in, bubbling with enthusiasm. âI heard from Jean! Oh my god, I have to help you pick out an outfit! This is huge!âÂ
âItâs not a dateâŠâ (Y/N) awkwardly tried to explain.
âOh, noâ it definitely is!âÂ
Ororo and (Y/N) were both confused.Â
âWe all know Warren is a little⊠emotionally hesitantâŠâ Juilee carefully stated. âBut like, if it was anyone else they would have literally said, âWanna go on a date with me and see The Addams Family?â Warrenâs just scared youâd say noâ which youâd never do.âÂ
âIs heâ I thought he knew I liked him?â
âHeâs a guy,â Jubilee explained as she looked in (Y/N)âs closet for something she could wear. âThey never know what theyâre doing.â
(Y/N) sat on the floor, with more questions than answers from everything Jubilee had said.
âThis would be perfect!â It was a black skater skirt. âSkirts are your best friend in times like these.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âIncase anything happens⊠Duh!â Jubilee stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. (Y/N) didnât respond, causing Jubilee to groan.Â
âFrom That 70s Show? Skirts are your best friend for sex. Zip, zip, bim, bam! Youâre done, youâre dressed, youâre back to whatever you were doing. Nobody suspects a thing!âÂ
âJubilee, theyâre seeing a kids movie, not having sex,â Ororo told her.
âHmmâŠâ Jubilee crossed her arms. âYou should still wear the skirt. You look really pretty in it anyway.âÂ
(Y/N) sat there, eyes wide and purple, mind reeling, trying to process what Jubilee said.
âWeâre⊠Weâre not going to have sex, are we? Iâm notâ I donât thinkâ I donât even know if weâre dating or not!âÂ
âHey, heyâ Jubileeâs just messing around.â Ororo moved from her bed to sit next to (Y/N) and rub her back. âSheâs just used to Scott and Jeanâs shenanigans. Plus, Warrenâs a good guy! He wonât pressure you into doing anything you donât want to and heâs too nervous to do anything like that anyway.â
 âWarrenâs like, obsessed with you, in a good way. And if he doesnât respect your boundaries I can snap his neck for you.â Jubilee innocently smiled and batted her eyes.Â
âThanks⊠Do you think my soft dark green sweater would look good with the skirt?â
  âOh my god yes!â Jubilee grabbed it out of the closet and set it on (Y/N)âs bed. âAnd with your Doc Martens? Goth little plant goddess vibes. I love it.â
âYou think Iâll be warm enough? Should I bring a jacket?â (Y/N) checked the weather on her phone.Â
âYou should be fine! Besides, if youâre coldâŠâ Jubilee smirked. âYou can always cuddle with Warren in the movie theatre.âÂ
Ororo smiled and rolled her eyes, while (Y/N) decided to humor her, âIâll keep it in mind.âÂ
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Friday couldnât come soon enoughâ Warren kept thinking about how (Y/N) said, âYes.â And about what might happen, how he would bring up the question that would change everything. He was distracted during training, nervous, and lost in thought. He constantly talked about his weekend plans with some of their friends.Â
Some found it annoying at first, but most had never seen Warren so passionate about something before. It was sweet.
âI dunno, I just want things to go well. But what if I make things awkward? I say or do something really stupid? What if I spill my drink all over my crotch and then it looks like I peed myself?â
âThatâs not going to happen,â Ororo reassured him.Â
âWhat if our server flirts with her?â
âJust glare at them. Youâre scary enough.âÂ
Warren sighed, wishing time moved as fast for him as it did for Peter.
âJust be yourself and have a good time. Open doors for her, tell her sheâs beautiful, if sheâs cold give her your jacket, walk her back to her dorm roomâ things like that.â Ororo told him. âThose will make it obvious that itâs a date. Because you guys do date activities all the time, and you refuse to admit itâs a date.âÂ
Warren huffed at her. Ororo stuck out her tongue. Â
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It was Friday.
(Y/N) had been antsy in all of her classes, just wanting them to end so she could get ready for the night.Â
She had her outfit picked out and ready. (Y/N) planned on light makeupâ a little eyeshadow and lipglossâ and she had a small little purse packed with a few things.Â
 (Y/N) started to doubt herself. âMaybe a skirt is too much⊠Itâs dinner and a movie⊠Maybe I should just wear jeansâŠâ Â
She huffed as she held the skirt up to her waist. âBut I wanna look cute⊠Screw it!âÂ
(Y/N) slipped the skirt and sweater on, doing a french tuck, and then started to apply makeup. She was done in under thirty minutes, and then looked over her hair in the mirror, trying to hastily pluck out leaves and shove flowers into different areas of her head and strategically place them under specific sections.Â
Once (Y/N) was satisfied with how she looked, she checked the time. It was 5:30, and (Y/N) and Warren werenât leaving until six. So she had time to just sit around and wait.
(Y/N) pulled her phone out and opened Snapchat, choosing to take at least a hundred selfies with different filters.Â
Holding her phone from different angles, making different faces, posing in slightly different positions, and choosing a new filter every five photos, almost like a mini-photoshoot in the palm of her hand. Some selfies got posted to her Snapchat story, others were sent to Jubilee and Ororo, and the remainder were saved but would probably never see the light of day. She huffed and tapped through peopleâs Snapchat stories to kill more time.
Warren asked Jubilee for help.Â
Well, he didnât exactly ask, she just texted him, âIâm helping you get ready.â And he thanked her.Â
âOne of the hottest things a guy can do is have good hygiene. You, surprisingly, already have accomplished thatââ
âHey!â Warren frowned as he pulled his leather jacket out from his closet. âDid you, like, think I didnât?â
âNo! Iâm just surprised you know what exfoliate means⊠Do you have a different jacket? That one is cute and everything, but itâs a bit much.âÂ
âItâs the easiest one I can get my wings out of,â Warren explained while slipping on a black shirt.
âWhy? Also, do you only wear black?â Jubilee complained.
âIn case (Y/N) gets coldâŠ? Also, no, I have that one yellow sweater you made me get and some white shirts.â Warren defended.
Jubilee almost scoffed, â(Y/N)âs not going to get cold. Youâre going out to eat and the movies.â
âWell, Ororo said I should give her my jacket in case she is cold.âÂ
âFair enough,â Jubilee mumbled. âI was supposed to hang out with Ororo tonight⊠We were going to make Tiktoks and watch Wonder Woman.â
âI thought she went stargazing with Kurt?â Warren asked as he laced up his boots.Â
âYeah! And they didnât invite me!â Jubilee flopped onto Kurtâs empty bed and huffed.
âJubileeâ I donât thinkââ
âIâm a fucking delight to be around!âÂ
Warrenâs eyes widened, âI didnât say you werenât.âÂ
âIt sucks because Kurtâs got the accent, he can sword fight, he likes movies but hates Tarantino, heâs respectful, god and heâs just as hot as Ororo.âÂ
âUmâŠâ Warren furrowed his brows. âDo you think, maybeâ maybe uh, Ororo thinks you like Kurt?âÂ
Jubilee looked at him with a deadpan expression. Warren panicked, thinking he said the wrong thing.Â
âI like both of them, Bird brain! Itâs the fact they havenât expressed liking me at all and probably donât want that. Also like half of the girls at Bayville think Kurtâs hot and try to kiss him at house parties.âÂ
âOhâŠâ Warren hadnât considered that. âUm⊠I uh, I had a threesome onceââÂ
âOh my god! Stop!â Jubilee cringed. âI donât wanna hear about that right now! Go get your girlfriend, and like, yawn, and stretch your arm out over her while Gomez confesses his undying love for Morticia for the millionth time.âÂ
âOkay, okay.â Warren grabbed his phone and wallet. âDonât spend all night in here,â He advised, leaving Jubilee alone in his room.Â
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Warren sent (Y/N) a text, asking if she was ready. She said yes, and asked him to meet her in the common room area.Â
Warren found her sitting in a lounge chair, talking to a student. (Y/N) turned her head and saw Warren. She got up and smiled, bid the other person goodbye, and then walked over to Warren.Â
âHey!â She greeted him.Â
âUh, hey.â Warren tried to discreetly check her out. She looked nice. âYou look really nice.âÂ
âOh, uh, thanks.â (Y/N)âs pink eyes shifted to a slightly purple hue. âYou do too.â  Â
âThanks⊠Are you ready to go?âÂ
(Y/N) nodded, âYeah. What car are we taking?â
âUmâŠâ Warren realized he didnât decide on which one of Xavierâs numerous cars he was taking out for the night. Not that it mattered, but he was a bit frustrated with himself on that one.Â
âI donât knowâŠâÂ
(Y/N) snickered to herself. âThatâs fine. It doesnât matter. Jubilee and I do have a rule though.âÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
âWhatever car Scott and Jean took last, donât even touch it.âÂ
Warren blinked, âI donât get it.âÂ
(Y/N)âs eyes turned purple completely.Â
âUm, uh, itâs cause umâ itâs not... clean...â
âOhâŠâ Suddenly, everything connected in Warrenâs mind. Â
âOh!â      Â
(Y/N) nodded, âYeah...âÂ
âScott likes the Oldsmobile rocket. Maybe we should avoid that oneâŠâ
âYeah. YeahâŠâ
They picked a different car. Warren didnât get a chance to open the door for (Y/N), but he told himself the night had only just begun, and heâd get another chance.Â
 âWant me to play some music?â (Y/N) asked.
âSure! Play whatever you want.â
âYou donât have a preference or anythingâŠ?â She questioned, while her thumb hovered over the play button of a playlist.Â
âNot really⊠Besides, I can pick next time.âÂ
(Y/N)âs eyes flashed purple and she mumbled in agreement and started a playlist.Â
Warren cursed internally to himself. Why would I say that? Why did I say that!? As if Iâd have the privilege of going out with her again after that dumbass sentence.Â
Warren made a lame attempt to change the subject. âAre you excited about the movie?â
 âYeah! They announced the cast like a year ago, and I thought it was going to be live-action, but animation is probably better for The Addams Family. Itâs supposed to be really good! Oscar Isaac is voicing GomezââÂ
ââWho?â
âPoe from Star WarsâŠâ
âFinnâs boyfriend?â Warren asked.
(Y/N) smiled, âYeah, yeah. Him.âÂ
âI havenât seen anything else heâs been in, but Kurt and Scott say heâs a really good actor.â
âHmmâŠâ I wonder if she thinks heâs hot⊠I mean Oscar is, but I doubt I can compete with that.Â
No, no, Worthington. Remember what Jean said, âNo self-deprecating thoughts.â
âPugsleyâs voiced by Finn Wolfhard. He was in Stranger ThingsâŠâ
Warren nodded, he knew what Stranger Things was. He watched it with Jubilee, Kurt, and Ororo over Labor Day weekend. Â
âHe plays Will, right?âÂ
âNo. Finn has curly hairâŠâ âDustin?...â Warren was unsure about his answer, but he knew Dustin had curly hair.Â
âMike. Elevenâs boyfriend? Black hair?âÂ
âOh⊠Okay⊠I feel really stupid. I should have known that.âÂ
(Y/N) scoffed, âYouâre fine. Thereâs like seven of them, and thatâs not even including the adults and the characters our age.â
âYeah, thatâs true, I guess. I might rewatch itâŠâÂ
An idea came to (Y/N), âWe should have like, a marathon with our friends! We could also play D&D.âÂ
âI never played before,â Warren admitted.Â
âI havenât either really⊠but I kind of know how to play⊠Scottâs played before! He was really into D&D before he came to Xavierâs.âÂ
Warren chuckled quietly, âThat doesnât surprise me.âÂ
âYeah, heâs kind of a dork, but just because you play a board game doesnât mean youâre lame.â
âYeahâ Do you see any parking spots?â Warren asked.
(Y/N) shifted in her seat, looking for an empty spot, âYeah, right there.âÂ
 Warren slowed down and started to pull in. âGod, Iâm so bad at parking. Please donât judge me.âÂ
(Y/N) laughed, âYou canât be bad as Jubilee. She tried to park at the mall and ran over a curb. We thought the tired popped off!âÂ
âNo!â Warren gasped.Â
(Y/N) nodded, âThe car was fine, but Jubilee had Jean drive home.âÂ
Warren snickered as he put the car in park and then turned it off.Â
(Y/N) got out before Warren could open the door for her. He bit his lip in frustration.Â
âOh, the sun is so pretty!â (Y/N) cooed. âI love golden hour sometimes.â
 âI donât⊠What?â Warren wasnât too sure what golden hour was. Jubilee had mentioned it before, but he never asked what it meant.Â
âCome hereââ (Y/N) pulled out her phone and held it horizontally. âGet in the frame and smile!âÂ
Warren obliged, smiling and doing an awkward peace sign. (Y/N) grinned, also doing a peace sign, with her eyes closed and tongue poking out slightly.Â
âLet me see how it turned outâ Oh my god! We look amazing.â She was practically gleaming as she angled the phone towards Warren so he could see the photo.Â
Warren smiled.Â
âWant me to send this to you?â (Y/N) asked.Â
âYeah, sure.âÂ
âThere!â (Y/N) smiled. âI sent it.â Warren thanked her and they headed into Chiliâs. Â
He managed to open the door in time for (Y/N).Â
âOhâŠâ Her eyes shifted to a slight violet hue, the nerves of is this a date or not? Coming back to her. âThanksâŠâÂ
âYouâre welcome.â Â
The hostess greeted them and asked how many were in their party.Â
âTwo,â Warren responded.Â
âAlright, follow me.â She grabbed two menus and had them follow her to a booth.
âHere you guys are. Your server will be with you soon.âÂ
âOh my god, Iâm really hungryâŠâ (Y/N) unfolded her menu and buried her nose in it.
âUh, me tooâŠâ Warren browsed his menu.
âHi, Iâm Ariana, Iâll be your server tonight! What can I get you guys started with to drink?â
âIâll have a Coke Zero,â Warren told her.
âIâll have a strawberry lemonade,â (Y/N) answered.Â
âIâll get those right out for you.âÂ
âThanks!â
She walked off, leaving Warren and (Y/N) alone.Â
âDo you know what youâre gonna get?â (Y/N) asked. She was eyeing the nachos and the chicken crispers.
âUh⊠Not reallyâŠâ Warren awkwardly admitted. âThe fajitas look good, but thatâs a lot of food.âÂ
âYeah, theyâre good though.âÂ
Their server came back with their drinks asking if they needed more time to look at the menu. She smiled and said sheâd be back.Â
âYouâve been here before, right?â (Y/N) asked Warren. She swore he had, but perhaps she was wrong.
âOnce, with the guys. We were comforting Peter after another failed Tinder date. I think I got... nachos? I donât remember.âÂ
(Y/N) chuckled to herself. âPeter needs to try another dating app.â
âHeâs got like three.âÂ
âOh, jeezâ Jubilee almost downloaded tinder but she doesnât need it.âÂ
Warren furrowed his brows, âHuh? Isnât she into that one dude from Bayville? And Ororo?â
(Y/N) nodded and took a sip of her lemonade.Â
Warren jokingly rolled his eyes. âI donât think Iâll ever understand her.âÂ
Ariana came back, asking if they were ready to order.Â
âYeah, um, Iâll have the nachos with chicken,â (Y/N) told her.Â
âNachos with chicken,â Ariana repeated. âAnd you?â She asked Warren.
âIâll have the Santa Fe chicken salad.â
She wrote it down on a little notepad, âSanta Fe chicken salad. Alrighty! Those will be right out.âÂ
âThanks.â
âThank you.âÂ
(Y/N) took another sip of her lemonade, letting it fill the silence.Â
Warren was suddenly very nervous. âUmâŠâ âYou okay?... Is there something on my face? Do I have lipstick on my teeth?â (Y/N) started to worry.Â
âYou donât have any lipstick onâŠâ Warren stated a bit dumbfounded.Â
âOhâŠâÂ
âUm, anyway, I umâ I likeâ I want, no. Um, is thisâ Is this a date?âÂ
âUmâŠâ (Y/N) froze up for a moment. âYou asked me out.âÂ
âUm, yeah, if you donât want this to be a date, it like, isnât then, you know? I mean, I didnât really specify.â
âI kind of thought this was a date,â (Y/N) admitted.
Kind of⊠Thatâs goodâ Wait. Does she not want this to be a date?
âDo you want this to be a date?â Warren asked.
âUh, yeah. I wouldnât mind if it was, but like, weâre just friends so if you didnât mean for it to be a date then thatâs cool. Pretend I didnât say anything.âÂ
(Y/N) avoided eye contact as she drank more lemonade, her eyes fully purple.  Â
âNo, no! Um, I do want this to be a date. I um, I really, uh, I really like you.â Warren nervously confessed.
God, I hope I die here, right now, He silently pleaded.Â
âUh, yeah⊠I like you too⊠Thatâs kind of why Iâve been like, hanging out with you, alone, um, a lotâŠâÂ
âMe, umâ me too.â Warren awkwardly took a sip of his soda.Â
âGreat.âÂ
âGreat.â
â...â
â...âÂ
âAreâ are we... dating?â Warren asked.
âUh⊠I guess so?â (Y/N) wasnât too sure how to respond, but when she saw Warrenâs face fall slightly she quickly changed her words.Â
âI mean, I think we are. I hope so. Umââ
ââWeâre dating then?â Warren asked.
âWeâre dating!âÂ
âGreat!â
âGreat!â
Soon as they figured it out, Ariana came in with their food.Â
âAlright, Iâve got the Sante Fe chicken salad,â She set the plate in front of Warren. âAnd the nachos with chicken!â She set that plate in front of (Y/N).Â
âDo you guys need anything else?âÂ
âI think weâre good for now,â Warren told her. âThanks, though.âÂ
âLet me know if you need anything!â Ariana left the couple to eat their food.Â
âOh my gosh, yours looks really good,â (Y/N) commented. Â
 âYou can have some if you want,â Warren offered.Â
âOh, thanks!âÂ
âYeah, of course.âÂ
The conversation died down a bit as Warren and (Y/N) focused on their food, but Warren was internally stressing.
I have no idea what boyfriends do. Am I doing a good job right now? What if she tells Jubilee and then Jubilee murders me because so far Iâm a shitty boyfriend?Â
Maybe I can hold her hand while we watch The Addams Family⊠How do I initiate that? What if she doesnât want to hold my hand?Â
Why do I want to hold her hand?... Warren almost visibly shuddered at the feeling of love. Ew⊠feelingsâŠ
Warren snapped back into reality for a moment, watching (Y/N) spill a piece of chicken into her lap.Â
âShoot!âÂ
Warren didnât need his eyes to turn pink to show he was awestruck by her. Sheâs adorable⊠Iâm so lucky to be her boyfriendâŠ
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Once they had finished, their server Ariana came back asking if they needed to-go boxes and if they wanted the check.
âDo you want it separate or together?âÂ
âTogether,â Warren told her. (Y/N) furrowed her brows for a moment, eyes a bit orange, as Ariana left to go get the check.Â
âIâm paying,â Warren stated nonchalantly as he got his card out.Â
âOh, okay.âÂ
Ariana came back with two to-go boxes and the check.Â
Warren handed her his card and she walked away.Â
(Y/N) started to put her leftover nachos in her box. Warren scooped his leftover salad into his to-go box.Â
âAlright! Hereâs your card and receipt,â Ariana handed those to Warren. âDo you guys need anything else?âÂ
âI think weâre good.âÂ
âAlright! Have a good night!âÂ
âYou too!â
Warren was figuring out how much to tip. âIs like, $10 good?âÂ
âWhat?â (Y/N) asked.
âTo tipâŠ?â Warren awkwardly said.
âWhatâs the total?â
âUh⊠$28.76.âÂ
âWarren, thatâs like a 35% tip, right?â (Y/N) asked.
Warren shrugged. âLook, servers donât get paid enough.âÂ
âYouâre right.âÂ
Warren finished filling out his receipt, then he looked at (Y/N). âAre you ready to go?âÂ
âYep! Iâll get the boxes.â (Y/N) picked hers up and reached over for Warrenâs.
âNo, I got it. I can carry them.âÂ
âNo, I can carry them,â (Y/N) insisted.Â
âIâm your boyfriend, let me carry them,â Warren insisted.Â
(Y/N)âs heart did a flip at the fact he said, boyfriend.Â
â... FineâŠâ She let Warren carry the to-go boxes.Â
He also managed to open the door for her when they left.Â
(Y/N) was still trying to process the fact they were dating.Â
Whatâs the date? I should write it down. So I can remember for our first anniversary!Â
Will we last that long?... I hope so⊠I really like Warren⊠Maybe I should tell him?
No⊠Thatâs kind of embarrassingâŠ
âSoâŠâ (Y/N) trailed off.
âYeah?â Warren asked, eyes on the road.
âI donât knowâŠâ She admitted.
âOhâŠâ Things were starting to get awkward. Warren didnât want things to be awkward. Awkwardness would ruin the relationship.
But Warren was bad at small talk. He was bad at socializing, period. And while he had improved, he still got nervous. He hated being nervousâ scared. He didnât want to come off as weak or vulnerable.Â
But he didnât want to come off as scary or cold-hearted either.Â
It was a hard scale to balance.Â
âOkay, I donât want to be rude, but who taught you how to drive?â (Y/N) asked.
âSeanâŠ?â Warren stated.Â
(Y/N) face practically lit up in realization, âThat explains a lot.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou were taught how to drive by someone who originally learned how to drive on the other side of the road!â
âThatâ What does that have to do with my shitty parking?â Warren asked. âI drive on the âright side of the roadâ.Â
(Y/N) laughed.Â
âLook,â Warren explained. âIf Iâm bad at parking thatâs on me. The lines caught me!âÂ
âHaha! Yeah.â (Y/N) laughed. âAt least you donât hit curbs like Jubilee.âÂ
Warren laughed, âYeah!âÂ
âCome onâ I want to get good seats!â Warren put the car in park and turned it off. (Y/N) and he both got out and walked towards the theatre. Along the way she (not-so) discreetly slipped her hand into Warrenâs. He blushed and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. (Y/N) did her best to not grin her face off.Â
Warren had to let go of (Y/N)âs hand momentarily, so he could open the door, causing her to frown a bit and her eyes to go a bit grey.Â
This is a crime! I donât want to let go of his hand!
Warren slipped his hand back into (Y/N)âs once they were inside, and her eyes went back to their ânormalâ pink shade.Â
Warren paid for their tickets and they picked out seats in the back row. They werenât in the center, but sitting in the back row was best due to Warrenâs wings.Â
âAuditorium three is on your left!â The ticket ripper told them as she ripped their tickets in half and handed them back.Â
âThanks!... Do you want any snacks?â Warren asked (Y/N) as they passed the concession stand to auditorium three.Â
âNah, Iâm not hungry,â (Y/N) said. âYou?â
âNo, not really.âÂ
They walked into auditorium three and looked around for their seats.Â
âWow, itâs really crowded,â Warren observed. He was a bit nervous, folding his wings back tightly as he could.Â
âYeah, itâs opening night,â (Y/N) reminded him. âRow G is up this way.â
He was used to the stares for the most part, but he hadnât been exposed to many kids and soccer moms outside the mansionâ not that there exactly were any soccer moms at Xavierâs.Â
Luckily, Warren didnât see anyone glare at him or (Y/N). They both got into their seats without any problem. Their seats were recliners, where if you moved the arm up, you could almost be on top of each other.Â
Warren thought this would be perfect for him to maybe wrap his arm around (Y/N), but he was far too nervous. Their hands were still intertwined, which was good enough for him, but Warren was trying with all his might to not have his hand get sweaty.Â
That would be so embarrassingâŠ
Once they got situated, and the movie trailers began, (Y/N)âs eyes were focused on the screen. Warren glanced at her for a moment, once the lights dimmed, but his gaze quickly flickered to the screen as to not get caught.
âThat movie looks good!â (Y/N) whispered into Warrenâs ear. He nodded, not exactly sure what he should respond with.Â
Halfway through the film, while Gomez was saying something stupidly romantic to Morticia, Warren did something risky.
Well, not necessarily risky, but if Jubilee or Scott caught him doing it, theyâd tease him relentlessly. Â
Warren yawned, not very loudly, and then stretched his arm out and over (Y/N)âs shoulders. He fiddled with a leave that dangled from her head.Â
His heart was racing. Oh my god, sheâs going to think Iâm a weirdo. Why did I do that? Who even does the yawn and stretch move anymore? Literally no one!
(Y/N)âs heart started racing when she realized what he had done, Oh my god! Oh my god⊠This is happening! Oh my god! Just relax, (Y/N), just relax. Be cool. Warrenâs cool⊠heâs being effortless at this âdatingâ thingâŠÂ
They were both too nervous to initiate any further and decided to get reabsorbed in the plot of the movie.
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As the credits rolled and the lights came back on, Warren and (Y/N) gained space between them awkwardly pretending like nothing happened.Â
(Y/N) filled the awkward silence by raving about the film.Â
âI loved it! I thought it was so cool, you could see all the family members in the background and like, the backstory they gave them was really creative, and just oh my god the animation style was super neat too! I liked what they did with Opheliaâs design, even though she wasnât in it very long.â
âWhoâs Ophelia?â Warren asked.Â
âSo sheâs Morticiaâs sisterâ they look almost the same, except Morticia is goth and Ophelia is more like me. She has flowers growing on her head and stuffâ she was in the background, you probably missed her.â
âThatâs cool,â Warren mused.Â
âYeah, she was more in the TV show⊠What did you think of the movie?âÂ
âOh! I thought it was really good! I liked it. The story really, like, reaches out to modern issues and stuffâŠâÂ
âLike how everyone was rude to the Addams family because they were gothic and a little different?â (Y/N) asked as she pushed open the door.Â
âYeah. I think if the Addams were real, theyâd be mutants,â Warren said as they walked out on to the parking lot.  Â
âOh definitely!â (Y/N) agreed.Â
Warren smiled as he fished the car keys out of his pocket, and unlocked the car.Â
(Y/N) and Warren both got in the car and put on their seat belts. Warren then backed out of the parking lot and made his way onto the main road to drive back to Xavierâs.Â
âSo uh⊠Are we gonna, like, tell our friends weâre dating?â (Y/N) asked.
Warren blinked.Â
âYeah? Did youâ do you not want to?â Warren felt like he had just seen someone kick a puppy.
âNo!â No, I do!â (Y/N) clarified.
Whew!
 âI justâ I donât know how I guess? Jubilee walked in on Jean and Scott making out in her room and then she told everyone and then Scott was all, like, super awkward about it, but then they admitted they were dating.â Â
âSounds stressful,â Warren decided. âWe could just like, text the group chat?â
âYeah,â (Y/N) shrugged. âThat works.â
 X-BABES
 (Y/N)
So⊠Warren and I dating
 Jubilee
Finally!
 Scott
^^lol. Congrats.
 Kurt
Werenât you already dating?
 (Y/N)
No?...
 Kurt
âŠ
âŠâŠâŠ.
 (Y/N) laughed quietly to herself.Â
âWhatâs up?â Warren asked.
âKurt thought we were dating this whole time,â She explained.
âOh⊠Oh?âÂ
(Y/N) nodded, âYeah.âÂ
âI didnâtâ I didnât tell him anythingâ that like, wasnât true. I donât know why he thought thatââ
(Y/N) giggled. âRen, itâs fine. Weâve shared a bed beforeâ in your guysâ room no lessâ heâs gonna assume stuff.âÂ
âStillâŠâÂ
âWell, weâre dating now⊠So, it doesnât really matter,â (Y/N) pointed out.
Warren couldnât hide the blush on his face at the fact they were finally dating. He hoped it was too dark for (Y/N) to see it.
âDo I turn left here?â He asked.
âYeah, then you turn into the gates.âÂ
Warren did so and drove around the X-Mansion, into the garage.  Â
âIâll grab the food and put it in the fridge,â (Y/N) told Warren as he turned the car off.Â
âOkay.âÂ
They both got out of the carâ (Y/N) opening the back door to grab the white to-go boxes.
Warren followed her into the mansion.Â
They stopped in the kitchen and (Y/N) set the boxes on the counter. âDo you see a sticky note or a pen or something? I need to mark these as ours.âÂ
âUhâŠâ Warren looked around the room before spotting a marker. âHere,â He handed it to (Y/N). She scribbled their names down and shoved the leftovers into the fridge. Â
 âNow what do you wanna do?â (Y/N) asked Warren.
âUh⊠we could um⊠like, go upstairs maybe?âÂ
âDo you want to?â She asked.
âI mean if you want to, yeah.âÂ
âOh, um, okay.âÂ
Warren panicked a bit. âIf you donât we donât have to. We can, like, just kind of chill and see what our friends are doing.âÂ
âNo, no, itâs fine.âÂ
âOh, okay.â Warren avoided awkward eye contact as they headed upstairs.Â
âWe could, um, go to my roomâŠ?â (Y/N) offered up.Â
âUh, yeah, that sounds good,â Warren was nervous. He wasnât sure whyâ He had no reason to be. Heâd been in (Y/N)âs room before. Alone. Theyâd also spent loads of time together alone doing âcouple thingsâ as Scott put it.Â
So why was he nervous?
Warren didnât have time to linger on the thought as he walked into (Y/N)âs room.Â
It was a bit cluttered, but he wouldnât consider it messy. With plants strewn everywhereâ floor, walls, ceilingâ and some books, posters, and other things youâd expect in (Y/N) and Ororoâs room.Â
Ororo wasnât there though.
âUm, I had a really fun time tonight,â (Y/N) said. Her back was facing Warren for a moment as she doted on a small potted plant.Â
âMe too⊠um⊠what are you doing tomorrow?âÂ
âUh, nothing? I mean Jubilee mentioned going to the skate park tomorrow to take pictures⊠but she didnât really say whenâŠâ (Y/N) trailed off and turned around to face Warren.Â
Their eyes met. (Y/N) stepped forward, towards him.
She glanced at his lips for a moment too long.Â
Warren gulped.Â
âCan I kiss youâŠ?â (Y/N) murmured.Â
Warrenâs mouth gaped. âUh, yeah.âÂ
(Y/N) leaned in to kiss him, her hands cupping his face. Their lips met. (Y/N) shifted her head a bit as her lips pressed onto his and kissed him. She hooked his bottom lip with her teeth, lightly biting it for a moment. Her hands grabbed the hair near the nape of his neck.Â
Warrenâs arms were wrapped around her waist, his hands resting on the small of her back.Â
(Y/N)âs tongue snuck into his mouth, their lips still pressing together. Warren could feel her smiling. Warren had to break away, for a moment, and regain compulsion.Â
(Y/N)âs eyes flashed grey for a split second. She didnât want to stop. She had become ravenous for Warrenâs lips, his tongue⊠for him in general. It wasnât exactly a new feeling, but it was foreign, and she liked it.
She blinked. âSorry, um, I didnât meanâ um, never mind.âÂ
Warrenâs jaw was practically slack. He was speechless. He was not expecting that. At all.
âWarren?â (Y/N) asked. âAre you okay?âÂ
âWhat? Yeah, Iâm fine!âWarren tried to seem chill. âIâm fine.âÂ
âOh⊠Well, um, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.â (Y/N) started to worry a bit, thinking maybe she went too far and he didnât like it.
âIâmâ Iâmâ not uncomfortableâ uh, far from it actuallyâ um, it was, it was really nice, actually.â Warren hoped she wouldnât look down.Â
âOh, okay. Good.â  Â
âUm, itâs kind of lateââÂ
ââYeah, definitely.â (Y/N) agreed.Â
âYou said you were going to⊠Ulta?... With Jubilee tomorrow?â Warren awkwardly asked.
(Y/N) nodded.Â
âUm, I should probably go then⊠You donât want to oversleep or anythingâŠâ Warren mentally scolded himself for being so awkward. He was usually better than that.Â
âOh, yeah⊠Iâll see you tomorrow thoughâŠâ (Y/N) reminded him. âWe live hereâŠâÂ
âRight! RightâŠâÂ
â...â
â...âÂ
âIâm going to go to bed. Goodnight.â Warren quickly kissed (Y/N)âs cheek and headed out the door to his dorm.Â
(Y/N) stood there, still processing what just happened.Â
âOh my god⊠Oh my god! OH MY GOD!â (Y/N) let out.Â
She buried her face in her hands. âHOLY SHIT! I likeâ Oh my god! I did that. I kissed Warren with force and passion and with tongue!â She exclaimed.Â
âI kissed my boyfriend with tongue. I cannot believe I did that! Oh my god!âÂ
Unbeknownst to her, Warren had heard most of her excited screams as he left her room. He was ecstatic by her enthusiasm.Â
Warren went down the halls to the boysâ dormitory. Kurt wasnât in their room, leaving Warren alone. He wanted to be alone. Alone with his thoughts for the first time in a long time. Warren wanted to lay in his bed and have the nightâs events replay in his mind as he fell asleep.Â
Warren was officially dating (Y/N).Â
He didnât have to assume things, dance on eggshells wondering if he was doing too much, he no longer had to wish he was her, and Warren didnât have to admire her in secret.Â
Warren wanted to text her, but he wasnât sure what to say. He sighed, and slipped into some pajamas, and brushed his teeth, leaving his phone open. Hoping by some miracle (Y/N) would text first and he could spend the whole night overthinking what to say back.Â
(Y/N) hadnât texted him.Â
Warren got under his sheets and settled into bed, lying on his back and looking up at the ceiling.Â
He grabbed his phone and decided to text her.Â
Warren looked at the last thing (Y/N) had sent him. It was the golden hour selfie they took together in the Chiliâs parking lot.Â
Warren thought he looked rather silly, but he liked the photo nonetheless. He saved it to his camera roll and turned it into his lock screen background.Â
Warren couldnât take it any longer, despite it only being a few minutes, he decided to text (Y/N).Â
 Warren
hiÂ
 (Y/N)
heyyy I thought u were going to bed *side eye emoji*
Warren
Couldnât sleep
 (Y/N)Â
ohhh
whatcha doing right now?
 Warren
Laying in bed. not much really
 (Y/N)Â
lol, me too. I just finished spraying the ivy hanging above my bed and my air plant, Clark
 Warrenâs heart swelled and he smiled at (Y/N) being so passionate about her plants.Â
 Warren
Is that the one in the llama pot?
 (Y/N)
Yea! heâs grown a lot since I got him *bug-eye emoji*
 Warren
Thatâs good! :)
 (Y/N)Â
Yeah!!!Â
I hate to do this but Iâm really tired, so Iâm going to go to sleep
 Warren
Thatâs okay!! Iâm going to watch some YouTube or something to fall asleep.Â
 (Y/N)
Okay
Goodnight! *kissy-face emoji with closed eyes and blush* *smiling and blushing face with closed eyes with three hearts around it*
 Warren
*bug-eyed emoji* night, flower
 Warren set his phone off to the side and shifted to a more comfortable position before drifting off to sleep.Â
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To been seen, part Four (Frankie Morales x Reader)
Summary : You get a text. You freak out.
Authorâs note : I am very very soft for Frankie.
Also, I have a few days off and I thought I have been really self-indulgent so : the cheese gift really happened to me (best birthday ever, he got me a Mont d'Or because he knew I had planned on eating one with my best friend to celebrate), the Edward Scissorchands movie thing really happened to me, and the "date" with the grandma too. In France, the Opera is often showed in movie theaters. When I was a teenager, I thought it was quite the event, though. So I got invited. Next thing we saw together with that guy was the movie Black Swan and I made sure someone was tagged along.
The holidays came and went in a blur of laughter, hot chocolate was big sweaters. You were happy. And Jessie was happy too. January came, and went, too. Everything was slow. So you watched the movie youâd bought, and a bunch of others too.
February was over before you knew it, and when March warmed up the air, you found yourself, one morning, looking at the screen of your phone like the message would disappear if you blinked. You turned your eyes to the cupboard that contained the empty box of chocolate that sat there, hidden from the sniggering remarks of Linda, and looked back at the screen. The text message was still there. You put the phone down, abruptly, fingers tingling and burning and went to get a glass of water. Your eyes landed on the bottle of wine, still unopened, and you almost spilled your drink. You went back to your phone in a hurry, opened the chat you shared with your friends and sent
Who the fuck gave Francisco fucking Morales my phone number ?????
You waited, breathing hard, hoping anyone would answer. Nothing came, not right away. Phone on the table again, you slumped on the couch, nervous breakdown on its way. You couldnât do it, there was no way you could do that, you couldnât, that would kill you, you wouldnât survive this.
Time floated for a while, up until your phone vibrated and you jumped. Youâd been so caught up in your thoughts you hadnât noticed everyone had answer, Anna, Jessie and Linda with a simple « not me » but James âŠ
James had sent a
Go get some
And an eggplant emoji.
James, then.
Okay.
Okay.
You were fine. You could answer a text. You knew the drill, by now. You knew how to pretend you were not freaking out every time Frankie did something unexpected and kind, like that time he offered you chocolate and a bottle of wine for Christmas. You had coping mechanisms, now, to hide the fact you had a doctorate in yearning.
Youâd replayed the Christmas Scene so many times in your head you sometimes thought you made it up, but the reminders were there, in your flat.
Youâre replaying it now.
Youâre getting out of your car, with ten minutes to spare before work starts. Itâs almost six. You spot Frankieâs truck on the parking lot and youâre a bit surprised but mostly delighted, even more so when you see the man himself jogging towards you. It takes you a minute to see heâs holding presents. By the time he gets to you, youâre confused. He smiles a breathy hello before handing you what heâs got in his hands. You stare at the neatly wrapped packages for a bit, like the dumbass you are, unable to put two and two together. Maybe itâs for Clara ?
It must be for Clara.
You take them. Say thank you. And Frankie answers :
« Open them. »
Your braincells must have left the building like God in Supernatural, gone off to do the Macarena dance somewhere very far away because all you can answer is what and you know you sound like a dumbass and you feel like one too.
The lack of reaction is getting to Frankie, you can tell, because heâs rubbing the back of his neck and you feel bad that heâs embarrassed so you say :
« You got me presents ? »
Well, except you donât really say it. More squeal it. Or shriek it. Youâre not sure. It feels like a repeat of that moment a boy youâd liked but never made a move on offered you fucking cheese on your birthday and was all embarrassed about it and you didnât know what to do or say because his birthday had been a few days before yours and you didnât get him anything.
You add, for good measure, because why the hell not :
« But I didnât get you anything. »
Like maybe heâs going to take them back, or maybe the moment is going to rewind except you donât want it to rewind because Frankie has gifts for you, just for you.
Maybe he got something for Jessie and Anna, too ? You wonder. And Linda. You know he goes there to buy books. Maybe he showed up and got her some stuff. Not books, you hope. Stupid to buy books to a bookseller.
All of this goes through your mind and in the meanwhile Frankieâs waiting and when you finally put your bag down on the hood of your car to carefully open the first present, your body finally moving, you donât miss the sigh of relief that escapes Frankie. Itâs a box of chocolate, a fancy one at that. You recognize the brand. You hold it for a while, before you set it down with your bag and say thank you in a voice thatâs way too small. You open the second one, then. Wine. White wine. Wine that you actually love. Your favorite. You wonder how he knows that.
Youâre holding the bottle the way heâs holding his breath : tight. You lift your eyes to meet his and you can tell heâs embarrassed and a bit blushing. He rearranges the cap on his head and announces :
« Merry Christmas. »
You say it back, smile so big your cheeks hurt because Frankie got you presents for Christmas. You put the bottle with the rest of your stuff and then, on a whim, you throw yourself at him for a hug. He closes his arms around you, and one hand comes up right between your shoulder-blades, his thumb just here, sitting on the back of your neck, skin against skin and maybe youâre dead and in heaven right now.
You stay like this way too long and at some point you mumble against his shoulder that you really didnât get him anything.
« Itâs fine », he answers as he lets go, hands squeezing your side briefly.
You get into work late.
And now, you got a text. You opened it, read it again.
Maybe you could do this. Maybe you could take it to the next level. After all, youâd became closer to the boys over the last two months. Santi could have sent you that text, right ? That text didnât have the word date in it. Maybe you were friends now. Frankieâd gotten you Christmas presents, after all.
So you read the words again, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you sent a yeah, sure, Iâm in !
Your eyes went over his message once again, just to make sure the words would be burnt into your brain.
Hey, itâs Frankie. I know Fridayâs your day off this week. I got two tickets to that new Marvel movie and one with your name on it. You in ?
You could spend two hours in a dark room with Francisco Morales right next to you. No problem. None at all.
âââ
Heâd picked a screening that ended around seven. Your mind supplied just in time for dinner, and you kicked the two remaining braincells you had. Youâd decided to drive there separately and were now sitting next to each other, you explaining the Marvel timeline and him listening intently. You were a nerd, but, him, not as much. You didnât try to think too hard about the fact that he was doing this for you, because he was not as much into comics or movies as you were.
The whole thing was pleasant and relaxed.
This was not a date, you reminded yourself.
You got dinner after that, dissecting the movie as you ate - nothing fancy, but it was nice. The conversation shifted, at some point.
« Yeah, I get what you mean : movies are not the place to make a move. Especially when thereâs a hot guy on the screen. I mean, what chance do you get when youâre watching a movie and Oscar Isaac is right there ? » Frankie laughed.
You nodded, getting another sip of your drink, and, as an afterthought, added :
« You know, Santi kinda looks like Oscar Isaac âŠÂ »
Frankie grunted :
« Never, ever, tell him that. »
You promised you wouldnât. After that, the two of you told each other stories about your worst dates, and you remembered :
« You know, when I was younger, before I met James, I hung out with a bunch of guys. I was like, fourteen, and they were sort of ⊠beginning to understand I was a girl, you know. There was this guy, a good friend of mine, who actually told this other guy we werenât going to see a movie. I remember, it was a special screening of Edward Scissorshands. So, my other friend never showed up and the guy told me he couldnât make it. »
« Let me guess, the other guy told you later he thought you werenât going ? »
You laughed.
« Yeah, basically. And then this guy I went to see the movie with invited me to a really fancy thing. It was a Wednesday afternoon, I remember. We got lunch. I didnât pay for anything because heâd invited to come along with him and his grandma. Let me tell you : after that, I made sure to always have someone with us when he invited me somewhere. »
Frankieâs laugh was something youâd never grew tired of, you knew that.
âââ
Months went on, like that, with you and Frankie hanging out to see movies, and everybody showing up for Bennyâs fight when you could (Jessie and you had to keep James updated, those nights, because heâd gone back to Washington after new yearâs eve but wanted to know everything). Jessie had started dating a guy, at some point, and you didnât find him that great but Will hated him.
« When are you gonna make a move ? » You asked, one evening as you were sipping beers with him at his place.
« When she doesnât have a boyfriend dull as dishwater » He answered without missing a beat.
You knew this was the moment, then. You had two options : say nothing and let things be, or say something and get those idiots together. You thought hard, about the phrasing of your next sentence, and settled with :
« For you, sheâd dump him. »
Will froze at that, just for a second, and quipped back :
« Iâll make a move when you make a move on âFish. »
So that conversation was happening. Youâd hoped none of the guys had noticed but obviously, at least one of them had. And you knew, by now, that his ex-wife had left him, had left Maria too. You knew he was available. You sputtered a bit and Will, kind Will, let it be. You enjoyed a nice evening with him, not once wondering why he sought you out, because Will and you didnât hang out.
The answer came a few days later, with a simple text from Frankie.
Come over please
âââ
« I need you to take care of Maria », Frankie said as he opened the door. He looked really tired, like he hadnât slept in days.
Please, he added, begging but you didnât quite understand what he was begging for.
You complied, never stopping to think that this was the first time you saw Maria, never stopping to think about what might be possibly happening, even as Frankie went to his room, muttering apologies. It hit you when you put the girl to bed, and you remembered Frankie and the way heâd been looking at you that day, when heâd asked if they could throw a birthday party for their late friendâs daughter.
It was around that time, last year.
You walked hesitantly towards Frankieâs bedroom and stared at the white paint in it for a while. You were nervous, and actually turned around to smoke a cigarette outside, the air a bit too chilly for you, but cold enough to wake you up and give you the strength to walk to Frankieâs bedroom and knock.
So you did it.
He didnât answer, but, feeling bold - or rather, feeling like you needed to do it - you opened the door anyway. The room was almost dark, the moonlight giving you an idea that Frankie was curled up, on his side. You put a hand on his shoulder. He put his on top of yours. You chose - you chose - to take it at a silent invitation, lifted the covers, and got, fully dressed, right next to him. Because friends do that.
âââ
When you woke up, he was staring at you. While your brain tried to make sense of the situation, you asked, voice heavy with sleep :
« What time is it ? »
Seven, Frankie answered. Mariaâs gonna wake up soon, he added. You were too tired to say anything else, because when youâd laid down next to him youâd felt like your heart had been about to burst so youâd just listened to him, his breath steadying as heâd got to sleep. Youâd finally got to sleep too, but it was too damn early for you.
Later, youâd blame what happened on your foggy brain : you snuggled closer, and Frankie let you. Then, it hit you. At that moment, right next to him, it hit you : you were not friends with him. You were pretending to be, but you were not and never would.
You couldnât.
You wanted to wake up everyday like that, to Frankie telling you itâs seven, Mariaâs gonna be awake soon. You wanted everything and friends just wouldnât cut it.
Two things happened at once, then : you were realizing how much you liked - loved - Frankie when he gently took one of your forearm and brought it to his lips. All of the feelings hit home just as he was kissing the soft skin on your wrist and you froze.
He saw it and let go immediately, muttering apologies, while you were still processing what you felt about him. When you reached to grab him, to tell him how good that was and how wanted him to do it again, it was already too late.
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how about this tho -- bucky and sam are in heavy denial about how stupid gone they are for each other. and it's mostly bucky's fault :) cue like a bucky barnes from another time or better yet another timeline landing in theirs, and they gotta get him back home. but the other bucky barnes makes all the right moves on sam. makes him laugh, makes him smile, compliments him head to toe -- just easily expresses everything that the real bucky wants to say. bucky barnes being jealous of himself poor bb
(Wrote something based on this. Hope you like it, anon! Sorry it's a bit different from you prompt)
***
Bucky couldnât sleep. The thoughts of Sam invaded his mind, like they often did these days, keeping him awake in the middle of the night. He thought about that beautiful face, that gorgeous smile⊠that hot body and that sexy ass that was just begging to be grabbed. Fuck.
But Bucky couldnât make a move on the other guy because he was the only friend he had, and he didnât want to lose him. So he was forever doomed to suffer through his schoolboy crush.
Bucky sighed and closed his eyes to finally get some sleep when a sound caught his attention. He was out of his bed before the knock on his door. He knew none of his enemies would knock before they burst into his apartment, but he still got the gun from the side table and took it with him. Pressing the muzzle to the door, he left the chain on as he peeked out of the door. But his eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he saw the person on the other side and the gun almost slipped from his hand.
âWhat the fuckâŠâ he said incredulously. Standing before Bucky was his mirror image. Well, not exactly his mirror image, but close. He looked a little older than Bucky, was rough around the edges, his beard was slightly thicker, his brown hair was longer, and his eyes were brown instead of blue.
âI know how this looks,â the man said in a gruff voice. It sounded how Bucky would sound if he smoked. âOkay, maybe I donât know how this looks. But could you please remove the gun from the door and let me in?â
âHow did you--â Bucky asked but was interrupted.
âI am you.â The man replied.
Bucky had to be dreaming. This was some lucid dream. He had a powerful urge to pinch himself, but instead, he lowered his gun and stepped aside, letting the other man into the apartment.
âThanks,â the man said offhandedly.
âCare to explain whatâs going on here?â Bucky asked, closing the door behind them.
âI will once I figure it out myselfâŠâ the other man replied.
âWell, youâreâ youâ you look like me.â Bucky said, staring at the other man. âHow is that possible?â
âI donât just look like you, dumbass. Like I said, I am you.â Okay, this man had no manners whatsoever.
âHow can there be two of us? Wait, a secondâŠâ something hit Bucky. âHydra⊠are they back? Did they send you?â He took the gun and pointed it right between the other manâs eyes.
âHey, whoa, man, chill. I donât work for Hydra.â
âThen who are you and where did you come from?â Bucky unlocked the safety of the gun and got closer to the other man.
âI keep telling you, asshole, I am you. What part of that is hard to grasp?â The other man asked. He suddenly looked more frustrated than scared. âAs for where I am from⊠thatâs hard to explain but letâs just say that I am not from this universe-- your universe.â
âWhat?â Bucky let the gun down once again. âWhatâs that even supposed to mean?â
âDo you want me to write it in dumbass and hand it to you?â
Bucky again had the urge to shoot this man. âCanât you talk without swearing?â
âWhy? Does it make you uncomfortable, princess?â
âYou are such an asshole. How can you possibly be me?â Bucky asked. âI need to thinkâŠâ He started pacing the floor, wondering what the fuck was he going to do. He stopped in his tracks when he remembered something. âWait⊠how did you know where to find me?â
âI live in the same apartment in my universe. Except mine isnât soâŠâ he looked around and made a face. â--so clean and I have a cat.â
âA cat?â Bucky asked, surprised.
âYes, fluffy little creatures, perky ears, long tails⊠You got those in your universe?â
Bucky threw his hands up. âOf course we have cats in our universe. I am just surprised that I would want anything to do with one.â
âWhat? You a catphobe?â
âThatâs not even a thing..â Bucky scoffed. âAnd by the way, weâre derailing from the point. How did you get here?â
âHell if I know,â the other man shrugged. âOne second I am passed out drunk in my apartment and then the next thing I know I wake up in a strange-looking Brooklyn.â
âYou can get drunk?â Bucky asked, surprised. The other Bucky had the bionic arm, even if it was old-fashioned. Then he had to have Buckyâs powers, too.
âIt was with Thor. He brought out his special Asgardian liquor, and we got hammered,â the other man explained. âPun fully intended.â
Bucky rolled his eyes at him and started pacing again. âI canât do this alone. I need help.â He said, more to himself than the other man.
âWho are you calling?â The other man asked when Bucky picked up his phone to call.
âSam.â
***
Sam looked exhausted when he arrived at Buckyâs doorstep, and Bucky hated to admit it, but his half asleep state and his grumpy face made him look kinda cute. Okay. Right. Focus Buck.
âWhatâs so urgent that you asked me to take the first flight here?â
âOkay, so donât freak outâŠâ Bucky said, putting his hands out in front of him.
âYou telling me to not freak out is freaking me out, Buck.â Sam sidestepped Bucky and into the apartment. âSo what is it?â
âYou have to see it to believe it,â Bucky told him as he led him to the bedroom. He slowly opened the door, and the first thing to hit his ears was the sound of snoring.
âWhat the hell?!â Sam screeched, causing the other Bucky to practically fall off the bed in his haste to get up. âThatâs--â Sam looked between the other Bucky and Bucky, before rushing out to the living room.
Bucky went after him and tried to touch his shoulder, but Sam shrugged him away. âWhat is going on? Who is that?â
âHeâs apparently me,â Bucky explained. âFrom another universe.â
Sam blinked at Bucky before bursting out laughing. âHeâs you. From another universe? Good one, Buck!â
When Bucky didnât laugh along, Samâs laughter died down. âYouâre not joking.â
âNo, heâs not.â Bucky turned around to find the other Bucky standing behind them in nothing but his boxers. âHey, Sam,â the man tilted his head to the side and offered Sam a smirk.
Sam looked at him from top to bottom, making Bucky frown.
âHi⊠Bucky?â Sam greeted him unsurely. âThis is really freakyâŠâ
âYouâre telling me,â Bucky mumbled.
âH- how did you get to this universe?â Sam asked the other Bucky.
The other Bucky walked over to Sam and stopped a little too close to him. âI have no idea, sweetheart.â
âSweetheart?â Bucky and Sam asked at the same time and looked at each other.
âWhat? You donât like it?â The other Bucky lowered his voice even more.
Sam cleared his throat and shook his head at that. âNo, that- thatâs fine.â
âWell, doll, I gotta say, you are hot.â
Buckyâs breath suddenly became shallow, and his hands tightened into fists beside him. How dare this man call Sam hot? Yes, Sam was hot. Really hot. But this man had no right to call him that.
âOh, wow.â Sam chuckled nervously and bit down on his lips. âThanks, man. You arenât bad looking yourself. Love the rough around the edges look ya got going on.â
âWhy, thanks, baby,â the other Bucky winked at him.
Bucky had enough of the other Buckyâs flirting, and he put himself between him and Sam. âCan we get back to the important part? How do we get you back home?â
The other Bucky dropped on the couch and put his arms behind his head. âNo clue. I donât even know how I got here in the first place.â
âWe need help, Buck. This is way above our paygrade.â
Bucky agreed with Sam. This wasnât a problem they could solve on their own. âShould we ask Dr. Strange for help?â
âItâs worth the try-â
âSo you got the wizard over here too?â The other Bucky chimed in.
A broad smile spread across Samâs lips. âTHANK YOU!â Sam said a little too loudly. âGlad someone else agrees that heâs a wizard.â He raised his hand to high five with the other, Bucky, who enthusiastically returned the five. âBy the way, we need a name for you. Canât call you Bucky. It will be too confusing.â
âYou can call me darling if you like, doll,â the other Bucky started flirting again. âI wouldnât mind.â
Sam nervously chuckled at that again, âWhile I love that suggestion, I think I will go with James.â
âShame,â the other Bucky-- James pouted. He actually pouted.
Sam sat down beside James and James immediately moved closer to him much to Buckyâs chagrin. âWhatâs the last thing you remember?â Sam asked.
âI remember going to bed drunk last night and then waking up here this morning.â
âHow did you know you were in a different universe?â Bucky asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
âEverything felt wrongâŠâ
Bucky and Sam looked at each other before Sam asked, âThat canât be the only thing, James.â
James sighed. âIâve been sent to a different universe before.â
âYou have?â Asked Bucky.
âYeah⊠It just feels different when youâre in a different universe. Itâs really hard to explain. You know how when you go to a different country and the wind suddenly doesnât feel right? Itâs like that except dialed up to 100.â
âSo universe hopping isnât anything new to you?â Bucky asked with an edge in his voice. âWhy didnât you tell me that before?â
âDidnât wanna freak ya out, dumbass,â James replied.
âDo you have to call me that?â
Sam looked up at him and chuckled, making Bucky frown even more.
âSo, sweetheart, you got a lady or fella in your life?â James threw his bionic arm around Samâs shoulder and pulled him closer.
Bucky wanted nothing more than to remove his arm and strangle him.
Sam threw a quick glance at Bucky before replying, âIâm single.â
âNahhh⊠that canât be true. A handsome fella like you doesnât have anyone in his life. Itâs impossible.â
âAre you always this flirty?â Sam asked him instead.
âOnly around someone as sexy as you.â James leered at Sam like he wanted to eat him up.
Sam chuckled and looked down at the floor.
Bucky couldnât take it anymore. He was practically in love with Sam and couldnât do anything about it. Yet, here was another version of him, touching him and openly flirting with him.
âSam! Letâs go. We should go talk to Dr. Strange.â Bucky grabbed Samâs arm and pulled him up.
Sam threw him an annoyed look and pulled his arm out of Buckyâs grip. âFine! Letâs go.â
âWhat do I do?â James asked.
Bucky threw him an annoyed look. âYou stay here and watch tv or something. Weâll be back soon.â
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