#silly au nonsense

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

im inflicting this stupid idea. suffer

Vaggie unknowingly taking her 7,777th life with her spear, from a mix of demon and angel victims, and suddenly the spear she was holding is gone and there's an infant CHILD in her hands-

tiny gray demon tail wrapping around her wrist, little steel grey horns poking out of white hair, soft fluffy grey wings fluttering on it's back

Vaggie, holding the child at arm's length: "Uh. Charlie...?"

Charlie: "Busy fighting, be right there!"

Vaggie: "Charlie. Baby."

Charlie: "Yeah??"

Charlie: "No. Not 'Charlie babe'- Charlie. BABY."

Charlie: "I mean I kinda like 'babe' better, not gonna lie, but-"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "Vaggie. Baby."

Vaggie: "Baby."

Charlie: "Where-"

Vaggie: "Spear."

Charlie: "SPEAR?!"

Vaggie: "h e l p." (baby coos and makes grabby claws at her) "C h a r l i e, h e l p !"

Charlie: "Shit, fuck- support their head! Support their head!!"

Vaggie: "H- ow???"

Charlie: "Like- it's like when you're cleaning your spear!"

Vaggie: (cradling baby) "It's got hold of my HAIR-"

Charlie: "-ohhhh my fffff-"

Vaggie: "Don't SWEAR in front of it!!!"

Charlie: "-fffather that's an actual baby. That's uhhh. That's a... We need to- BATTLE CANCELED! BATTLE CANCELED WE'VE GOT A BABY ON THE FIELD!!!"

Lute: "a WHAT!?"

Lucifer: "OH SPECTACULAR! Congratulations!!!"

Lucifer: "....wait."

[ceephorsshitshow]

For anyone unsure of what is going on in the @pink-onyx-au right now here is a summary of the last episode

[solargeist]

rescue grian from the Watchers' mission (martyn plays dress up with Watcher uniforms)

[doctorsiren]

I had the horrendous realization last night that if the age swap au were to take place in present time, Reigen would most definitely be one of those brainrotted TikTok youtube shorts kids and I know this is the truth because my younger brother is 15 and is exactly that way and he doesn’t even *have* TikTok or anything 😭 I didn’t know what to do with this information so now I am burdening you all with it

[liqu3d]

I saw the swap role one on TikTok anddddddd

I feel like this is how they interact with each other 🥲

This is the TikTok account and pic if you interested

[probably-not-a-rutabaga]

i wanna make a rottmnt au but i fear making another au

also i don’t have any actual ideas 💀

[twstjam]

The Tangled movie but I made it Malleyuu

Fic where thief!Yuu accidentally gets separated from their gang (Ace and Deuce) while being chased by officers after a big heist and ends up in a secluded place with a tower. Thinking that this would be a good place to lay low for a bit, they climb in, only to discover that this tower just so happens to be a hideout/safehouse for the Briar Fae's royal family.

Briar Prince Malleus is a sheltered prince who longs to see more of the world with his very own eyes, but since he's the only living heir to the Briar throne, his grandmother/the Briar Queen is very protective over him. A threat against the Draconias sees Malleus being sent away and out of the kingdom for his safety. Malleus is far from happy as he's been forced to leave his home and also forced to spend his time cooped up in a tower for an undetermined amount of time.

Malleus is incredibly upset about this... that is, until, a little human unknowingly stumbles into his tower. He initially thinks they're a threat, but they're so genuinely clueless about his identity that their visit really can only be unintentional. This is also supported by them being completely magicless. So, seeing this chance encounter as an opportunity, Malleus comes up with a plan.

First things first, Malleus hides the miniature hoard that Yuu had brought along with them and promises to give it back... *if* they in turn promise to help guide him through the human kingdom; show him around a little, and then take him back to the tower before his caretaker (Lilia ofc) returns.

Yuu agrees because them, Ace, and Deuce had busted their asses off for months planning their heist!! They can't just let this random creepy fae in a tower ruin this for them just because of Yuu's blunder! And besides, it's not like he's asking for much. All they have to do is give him a tour, basically.

So, the two of them set off on their little road trip. It goes well for the most part (aside from the fact that Yuu and their friends are wanted criminals)... but Malleus didn't take into account Lilia making an early return to the tower and, upon finding it empty of his charge, of course flips the fuck out. So now the fae guard, thinking they kidnapped the prince, are also after Yuu's ass.

[somepsychopomp]

AU where Odysseus is cursed to inherit a defining feature of every enemy he comes across, literally becoming a monster:

Polyphemus- superhuman strength

Poseidon- can breathe underwater

Circe- becomes super sexy

Sirens-becomes even more sexy

Scylla- becomes crazy smoking hot

and lastly...

Zeus- his tits become huge

jokes aside I think it'd be fun to make a sort of silly AU where Odysseus just becomes insanely but also deeply uncannily hot. Like his features keep shifting so his face is impossible to describe (sirens), but his mouth is full of sharp teeth (scylla), and just being around him causes weird things-to happen to people (circe), like if you just stand near him you might fall ill, or become mad, etc.

Also obviously ofc he could've inherited Poseidon's smoking hotness as well but the idea of this impossibly beautiful man that cannot drown and is akin to a sea monster is really fun to me. Also he can rip you limb from limb (look out suitors) but that's not important.

Zeus of course has nothing to offer aside from his astonishingly big naturals so you get what you get, Ody

EDIT: I fucking forgot Charybdis 😭 uhhhh he can hold his breath for a really long time

[soupmanspeaks]

I think we should lean into the ghosty side of fnaf yk Of course in the original Pizzarias (FNAF 1 & 2) there are probably reports of kiddish laughter after hours, but I mean more so in the SB era, like in the books so much death has taken place in the PizzaPlex, so much energy is always constantly in motion so like maybe during closing, a staff member will see a little girl with ice cream in her hands, next to the Cupcake shoppe, and while they try to alert someone on their walkie talkie, she vanishes, Maybe another staff member will see a girl with a green bracelet next to the rockstar row FNAF 1 stage recreation, but she's only there in passing blinks, And sometimes there's a small boy with tears on his face looking at the golden Glamrock Freddy statue in the lobby, looking at it with a face that shows they have some sort of history, and despite the tears, his expression only has a resigned contentment on it, and on the nights where Freddy is fully deactivated, a slightly older looking boy stands next to him, with a vintage looking Fox mask on, and when approached, they look at the staff, nod along, follow behind, and then disappear into thin air

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

this is all your fault @sunsetcougar

in a world where vaggie gets adopted by the little cannibal kid she saved, and then by Rosie, and slips out of cannibal town each night for food that isn't too humane for her tastes-

imagine this version of chaggie meeting at a takeout window in hell

one long, awkward moment of trying not to look at each other...

Charlie: “So! You-"

Vaggie: "Hey."

Charlie: "-hello! Oh sorry, I didn't mean to cut you off-"

Vaggie: "No that was me. You're fine. (why is she in a SUIT) Go on."

Charlie: "Ok. What, uh- (panics in oh no she’s cute and talking to me) (remembers she’s staying in cannibal town) (OH PERFECT A CONVERSATION STARTER!!) -what kind of people do you like?”

Vaggie: “...pardon?”

Charlie: “Oh it's just, I've seen you around and, is that why you’re out on the town a lot? Shopping um, around? (for people to eat)”

Vaggie: “Not really? I’m kinda still.. torn up over my last big life commitment, (literally) so I’m exactly not looking to date anyone right off the bat.”

Charlie: “To date- TO DATE- OH! No no no I wasn’t- I meant dinner!”

Vaggie: “With you?”

Charlie: “IN GENERAL! People you like, as in, to eat? Because you're with the cannibals and haha dinner with me that would be like, a date and-”

Vaggie: “Yeah I’m not into that.”

Charlie: “(dying)-right.”

Vaggie: “The eating people thing. Not the dinner with a pretty woman thing.”

Charlie: “… (charlie.exe has stopped working)…Ah.”

Vaggie: “Right.”

Charlie: “…but Cannibal town?”

Vaggie: “I just live there. I- Junior Meat lives there and I’m sticking with him.”

Charlie: “And Mr. Meat is your…?”

Vaggie: “Kid? Kinda?”

Charlie: “Oh!”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Charlie: “That's wonderful! How did you two- sorry no never mind, too much, um. Does he like take out too? Or any non-human snacks?”

Vaggie: “Gummy bears. And dino nugets.

Charlie: "He has very good taste."

Vaggie: "He likes biting the heads off ‘em.”

Charlie: “Aww me too!!! Well, playing with them, not the head biting but. And you?”

Vaggie: “I used to put them into battle formations and march them off to war.”

Charlie: “That’s so cute.”

Vaggie: "..."

Charlie: "..."

Vaggie: “You meant what snacks do I like, huh.”

Charlie: “Heheh. Um. Yes! Sorry I’m not. Doing the whole 'have normal conversation with a beautiful girl' thing very good am I?”

Vaggie: “I’d give you five stars. And practice makes perfect.”

Charlie: "And would you...? I mean I wouldn't want to practice on someone who didn't-"

Vaggie: "Be your practice partner? Sure. Sounds fun."

Charlie: “…! I- I know all the best places in hell for inhuman food! Or wait no, for food that isn’t made of people! My treat?”

Vaggie: “My pleasure. (automatically does the little curtsy and hand kiss Rosie’s been badgering her to learn) (panics) I uh, here's my order, I gotta... go tuck in Junior Meat. You know where I’m at?”

Charlie: “(dazed) Hannibal Clown…. C-Cannibal Town!”

Vaggie: “Right. Think I already mentioned it.”

Charlie: “Yes and I saw you with them- so I guessed that you- I can pick you up?”

Vaggie: “Maybe an hour later than this, so Junior's in bed and doesn’t freak out.”

Charlie: “Oh. (droops) You think I’d scare him? I wouldn’t pull out my horns or tail out…”

Vaggie: “It's not you. He’s just kinda jumpy after the… he had a rough extermination day, is all.”

Charlie: “Looked like you did too.”

Vaggie: “What.”

Charlie: “You seem much better now! Not that you didn’t look great then, I mean. I'm sure you always look-”

Vaggie: “You saw- what did you see?”

“Charlie: “I was walking by when the cannibals were helping you. And I think I saw Junior Meat too? He was the one holding your hand?”

Vaggie: “Yeah…?”

Charlie: “I’m, really glad you all found each other. Even if it was a rough day.”

Vaggie: “… they ate part of me in greeting.”

Charlie: “Ugh! They ate-? I mean, aww?”

Vaggie: "Not a normal thing even in hell?"

Charlie: "The definition of normal is... fluid and not very... it wasn't your EYE was it?"

Vaggie: "Eh, wasn't using it anymore anyway."

Charlie: "I guess it counts as. Recycling?"

Vaggie: "Heh."

Charlie: "Sorry."

Vaggie: “No, you're okay. You’re also right though. Maybe it was worth one rough day.”

Charlie: “I’m right?”

Vaggie: “And you’re picking me up tomorrow for dinner.”

Charlie: “!!!! YES! I am! I will, be there, for you. Tomorrow.”

Vaggie: “And…”

Charlie: “And?”

Vaggie: “Didn’t catch a name earlier.”

Charlie: “Oh it’s Charlie! Charlie Morningstar but it’s just Charlie!”

Vaggie: “As in princess?”

Charlie: “Just Charlie.”

Vaggie: “Sweet. (FUCK) See you soon, Charlie.”

Charlie: “….okay….”

Charlie:

Charlie: “Oh my ****ing dad what just happened.”

Charlie, two hour later: "I DIDN'T EVEN ASK HER NAME??"

-At Rosie's Emporium (of vaggie's pain)-

Vaggie: "Junior's finally asleep, so not matter what I tell you, please don't scream."

Rosie: "A very intriguing start! I'm already tickled! Do go on."

Vaggie: “You might need to just kill me.”

Rosie: “I couldn’t possibly! You haven’t even eaten your take out yet~”

Vaggie: “Aunt Rosie help me.”

Rosie: “A girl, hmm?”

Vaggie: “A girl?? She was in a SUIT. She was tall and awkward kept playing with her hair and should've had a puppy dog tail wagging behind her. I called her pretty and said I’d give her five stars. Then I invited myself to dinner with her. And she’s a fucking DEMON.”

Rosie: “We all are down here, darling. Present company excepted of course.”

Vaggie: “HELP. ME.”

Rosie: “Let’s start with the basics, yes? The niceties? What’s the name of this lucky girl?”

Vaggie: “Charlie.”

Rosie: "Lovely! And does she have a last name?"

Vaggie: "It's just Charlie."

Rosie: "How charming, I like her already~"

Vaggie: "But her last name's Morningstar. Don't scream."

Rosie: (SPITS TEA)

Vaggie: “I know."

Rosie: "Oh... my."

Vaggie: "I know I know!"

Rosie: "An abandoned angel and the princess of hell?"

Vaggie: "She didn't act like a princess of hell! She was like, princess of cute and wearing her heart on her sleeve! Princess of so kissable I could just reach up and grab her bowtie and-"

Vaggie: "FUCK I'm so fucked.”

Rosie: "Not yet you aren't. Don't worry darling, auntie Rosie will get you there~"

Vaggie: "That's not the kind of help I need!"

Rosie: "Speaking of need- a new outfit, yes, something with sparkle and shine, on par with a suit but not one whit more! With a skirt you can move in too of course."

Vaggie: "I DONT NEED A SKIRT I NEED TO STOP BEING GAY OVER THE PRINCESS OF HELL"

Rosie: "Perhaps flowery parasol to hide your dear little spear in..."

[ceephorsshitshow]

Unmute for silly nonsense. This is why I didn't answer many asks for a whole episode. Lmao sorry. @artsycooky13 helped me with the audio, pacing and is to blame for the inspiration. This is basically how it would go tho [Audio Source]

[larvabyte]

my bf and i sometimes talk about a crack au where cyrus has court mandated therapy and spends his days playing truck simulator

[jessicas-pi]

i'm bored so here, have a spontaneous collection of the-teenage-rebellion-au-but-it's-memes

[total-drama-brainrot]

Total Drama Psycho Noah AU, how does Alejandro react to seeing Noah's true colors through the cameras?... How would Alejandro react to Chris + Chef not being surprised or shocked at all?... What if when Noah learns that everyone saw his true colors, Noah simply smirks and says: "...Whoops." 😏

Well, the cast as a whole are all sort-of introduced to Noah's 'true colours' through the screens in First Class, but I think a lot of them would struggle through the cognitive dissonance between what they 'know' about Noah (apathetic, lazy, almost pathetically harmless) and what they saw on the cameras (emotive/smiley, physically capable, decidedly not harmless), so the initial reaction would be a mixture of terror, confusion and disbelief, mostly.

When they notice that neither Chris nor Chef seem to find anything amiss with Noah's behaviour, that's when the confusion and disbelief morph into outrage (for the more confrontational contestants like Heather) because they knew? Chris and Chef were fully aware that they'd been in near-constant close proximity with the thing they just saw on the screen, and said nothing?!

Alejandro, being a composed person of more subtle displays of emotion (for the most part), masks his fear and anger behind a veneer of concern- for his castmates, for the Ripper, maybe even for Noah himself, because clearly something has happened to his dear teammate that's caused this bout of insanity, surely?

No? He's just like that? Oh. Oh.

Alejandro realises that he's spent the majority of his time on the jet playing nice* with someone who's fully capable of snapping both of his arms like toothpicks, who apparently has an affinity for sharp objects and the colour red. The one person on the jet he felt some semblance of genuine kinship with, as the 'most sane' member of Team Chris barring himself, has been an act this whole time? Has been that dangerous this whole time?!

Needless to say, Alejandro's concern quickly becomes genuine. And self-directed. He's terrified; Noah could've snapped at any moment, and Alejandro likely would've been caught in the crossfire of that thing's hysteria.

But the cast can't exactly air their displeasure with the situation, as two figures hover by the doorway to the First Class Cabin.

It's Courtney and Gwen, dragging a burlap sack behind them. A sigh of relief washes over the group; it's just those two, and not him.

-

When Noah and Owen skitter into First Class, Owen carrying the sack-captured Ripper in his arms (in a kind-hearted gesture to prevent any more damage befalling the Ripper's broken forearms), a trepid silence permeates through the cabin like fog.

Owen, ever the obtuse sort, pierces the veil of fearful anticipation with a victorious cry.

"Sweet! Everybody's okay!"

The others (barring Gwen and Courtney) hesitate to answer, their fear-blown eyes fixated on the nonchalant form of the cynic beside him. Until Heather works up enough courage to respond with her usual haughtiness- though her tone is off, embittered by the acrid taste of anxiety on her tongue.

"Yup! Everyone's fine, no worries here!" She ends her statement with a nervous giggle, ignoring the way her voice cracked mid-sentence, and her focus never drifts from the monster bookworm stood only a few meters away.

"Though it is reassuring to see everyone safe, no?" Alejandro adds sharply, peeling his attention away from Noah to send a pointed look towards the hosting duo.

"Safe? Duh, it's just a challenge. No one was ever gonna really get hurt, it'd be 'bad for ratings'."

A collective flinch tremors across the crowd as Noah speaks, his usual sardonic deadpan accompanied by finger quotes at the end of his sarcastic comment.

It's followed by an awkward pause, the others either too scared or too confused by the frigid atmosphere to talk, and Noah shoots an imploring look towards Chris- a nonverbal request for clarification. Chris wordlessly points towards the flat screen television that's hung on the wall behind the captured contestants, displaying a series of live-feed camera footage; the inside of the bus he and Owen had previously adventured through, bathed in cold moonlight but otherwise eerily gloomy, stares accusingly back at him.

That's interesting.

Owen follows his gaze, as do the rest of the competitors, and the Ripper-wrangling duo both quickly realise what's happened.

A laugh, something unnervingly shrill and breathless- more akin to the yowling of a feral cat than any human noise- rings humourlessly through the cabin, and all eyes snap back towards Noah.

Who's face has twisted into a mirthless grin, more similar to a snarl, that's far too wide for his face and bears unnaturally sharp teeth. His eyes have widened into owl-like near perfect circles, almost drowning the hickory brown of his irises in a sea of ivory sclera, making him look uncanny and deranged. Barely even human.

"Whoops."

[firstelevens]

40. letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it + sambucky + f1 au?

40. letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

Everybody please clap; I managed to write an F1 AU fic without babies in it. (It probably won't happen again.) This one takes place immediately after the last scene of and I saved you the passenger seat.

Bucky's heart is thudding so hard behind his rib cage that he's sure Sam can feel it, too, a hummingbird flutter pressed between them. He can hear cameras flashing around them, punctuated by the rising pitch of surprised exclamations, but all Bucky can really bring himself to care about in the moment is the way that Sam's mouth moves against his. Even when they pull apart again, Bucky can't help but go in for one last peck, and then another, and then another.

"I love you," he murmurs, before he finally makes himself move away from Sam. Somewhere between the surprise visit and the kissing and the unplanned announcement of their relationship to all the press milling around the Stark garage, Bucky had managed to forget that this is technically Sam's place of work, and maybe there should be a vague semblance of professionalism in the air.

Still, Sam doesn't let him move far: catches him by the forearm and pulls him back in, slipping his hand into Bucky's. "It doesn't say a whole lot about my skills in proposing that you're already running away," he says, grinning.

Bucky snorts. "If I've learned anything from Instagram, it's that I have to go post a picture of my ring finger and just caption it with the date and nothing else. I'm losing daylight here, Sam."

Sam laughs, pulling Bucky along with him as they walk over to Rhodey and Misty, ignoring the shouted questions of the journalists at the opening of the garage. Bucky still can't believe that he's getting to hold Sam's hand in public. For eighteen months, it's been stolen kisses and private tables at extra-discreet restaurants. Almost all of their dates have been at home or during weekend trips to picturesque B&Bs in towns full of senior citizens who definitely don't know who they are.

It's been quiet and gentle and absolutely glorious in its own way, but this...this is its own kind of heady, almost as much of a rush as Sam's proposal was. Bucky's heart is still pounding, and he couldn't wipe the grin off of his face if he tried. This is the love of my life, he wants to shout at the cameras and the reporters and the whole entire world. I found him in a place I never thought I'd get to return to, and now he's the only thing I want to always come home to.

But that would probably be bad form, and it would almost certainly be too muffled for the reporters to hear from where Bucky is standing, so he keeps his mouth shut and follows Sam's lead to the team principal.

Both Rhodey and Misty have known about Sam and Bucky's relationship for over a year, and if Bucky had been thinking about anything except Sam, he might have worried about their reactions, but it turns out that he doesn't have to.

"I assume you'll be skipping the press conference then?" asks Rhodey, his bored voice belied by the laughter in his eyes.

"I mean, I wanted to make an appearance so I could talk about track hygiene during qualifying, but somehow I think I wouldn't get any questions about that if I showed," says Sam.

"I would pay good money to the journalist who managed to ask a track hygiene question that was also about you two kissing in front of all those cameras," laughs Misty. "Congratulations, by the way. I don't know how you made it this far; I've never seen a couple so bad at hiding that they're in love."

"That's Bucky's fault," says Sam. "He doesn't know how to look at me with anything but puppy eyes."

"Yeah, Sam, I'm sure it was that and not the fact that there's photo evidence of you at multiple public events looking at me like you want to eat me."

Rhodey makes a face. "Okay, remind me to put you two in emergency publicity training before I let you in front of any microphones."

"But it would be so much more interesting if you didn't," says Bucky, wrinkling his nose. Publicity training sessions might be the stupidest part of being a famous athlete, and Bucky would know, because in his twenties, Scuda must have put him through at least forty of them. "Plus, you're not my boss anymore, so I think technically you can't tell me what to do."

"That's right," says Rhodey lightly, "but I am Sam's boss, so if you want to play the odds with his career, I'm sure you could-"

"We'll do the training," blurts Bucky. Sam gives his hand a squeeze of what he assumes is gratitude. "Just tell us when and we'll be there."

Rhodey nods, satisfied. "That's what I thought."

"So can we-" Sam starts to ask, but Rhodey nods again before he's finished.

"Get changed and get out of here, before the cameras manage to get past the engineers," Rhodey says. "And if either of you gets calls from any press, you--"

"Direct them to the Stark Motors team press office," Sam and Bucky chime in unison.

"We know," says Sam, smiling at Bucky. "We're not talking to anyone; I promise. I'll workshop a post with Peter tomorrow."

"Good," says Rhodey, then waves them off. "Now go."

Sam looks like he wants to say more, but Bucky chances a glance over his shoulder at the gathering group of journalists--now twice as big as it was--and gives Sam's hand a squeeze. "C'mon, sweetheart," he says, not caring if his voice carries. "Let's get out of here while we still can."

Surprisingly, Sam follows, letting Bucky lead him out of the garage and into the humid night air. There are cameras out here, too, but either they haven't noticed Sam and Bucky yet or they're used to dealing with polite Europeans and they're not equipped to chase a New Yorker. Whatever it is, Bucky puts his game face on and pulls Sam along--they don't have time for his Southern politeness, and he will say hi to everyone he passes if left to his own devices.

Up ahead, Bucky watches a SkySports cameraperson get some kind of message that makes them look up at him and Sam with wide eyes. Bucky just keeps moving forward, eyes on the doors to the Stark pen. When the camera ends up right in the middle of their path, Bucky keeps moving determinedly towards it, his and Sam's joined hands making it seem like the operator is about to get clotheslined.

At the last possible second, he drops Sam's hand, weaving around the camera. When they've moved past it, Bucky feels Sam take his hand again and grins like a fool. He raises their joined hands to his lips and kisses Sam's knuckles.

"All that fuss," he says, leaning in so that only Sam can hear, "and we haven't even told them that we got engaged."

Sam laughs. "We already gave them a free story. Let's save a revelation for the next Grand Prix."

Bucky snorts, drawing Sam close and slinging an arm around his shoulders without letting go of Sam's hand. "It's so hot when you talk strategy to me," he says drily, as they duck into the Stark pen.

"That might have more sting to it if it wasn't literally how I wooed you," says Sam. "You're a nerd, Barnes. You love race strategy. Race strategy has literally made you horny before. There's definitely a version of this world where you marry race strategy."

"Well," says Bucky, "in this timeline, race strategy is going to have to wait, because a professional athlete just proposed to me, and I'm not going to have my looks forever. Gotta lock him down while I still can."

"You're so stupid, you know that?" asks Sam, as they head up to his driver room.

"I've heard it once or twice before," says Bucky. "But I've also heard that you love me anyway."

"Well, you are nice to look at," says Sam. He pulls the door to the driver room shut behind them, and Bucky flips on the lights.

Bucky unzips his Stark jacket. "I'm actually very smart, you know."

Sam raises his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah?"

"Uh-huh," says Bucky. "That's how I know that we're better off waiting in here for a while so the press thinks that we've already left, and then they'll leave us alone when we walk out of here."

There's a thoughtful hum from Sam. "And what are we supposed to do to pass the time in here?”

Bucky shrugs. "Make out to celebrate our engagement?"

"Oh, shit, you are smart," says Sam, with a laugh, and pulls Bucky closer so they can get started.

[ch3rr13zk1n]

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