#teamwork

[mcromwell]

Let's build a future for each other, together!

(New lino coming soon to small prints, cards, and patches ✨)

[kissedbykhloe]

loser!ellie headcannons

❣︎loser!ellie who is yet to be intimate with anyone other than herself. so she was just as surprised that she got a girlfriend as the rest of jackson.

❣︎loser!ellie who finally coughs up the courage to ask you out. She takes you to an old pizza place, which honestly was very cheap and looked sketchy.

❣︎loser!ellie who goes wide-eyed when you ask if she wants to come over for the first time. she stumbles on her words and hangs up on the phone moments after agreeing.

❣︎loser!ellie who shows up at your house overdressed. black and red flannel rolled up to her elbows, dark grey skinny jeans and sneakers. She turns pink as soon as she sees you answer the door in pajama shorts and a tee.

❣︎loser!ellie who sits on the edge of your bed, scratching the back of her neck as she glances around your room. She mumbles about how its cozy.

❣︎loser!ellie who freezes when you kiss her for the first time. She sits there for a good moment with your lips connected before she finally realizes.

❣︎loser!ellie who whines (literally whines) you straddles her, hips jutting up into you. Her hands find you hips as she pushes you down onto her.

-khloe

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

P O W E R F U L! Jordan Chiles was ready to quit gymnastics. She had been passed over for big assignments year after year due to lack of consistency. The environment was toxic, and many in the gymnastics community had written her off. But Simone said, I see you Queen. In 2019, Simone invited Jordan to relocate from Washington to Texas to join the gym that she OWNS- a safe space with a positive environment. When Jordan arrived, the first thing they worked on was not building her skills but instead building her confidence. Two years later, Simone and Jordan are headed to the Olympics together. This is what we mean by lift as you climb. Trophies are nice but the biggest flex is winning together and creating an environment where others thrive too!

[fortuneaday]

[thatsbelievable]

[4gifs]

A crowd pushes a train to rescue a man

[thatoneautistic]

the teamwork of silliness is truly incredible here lol

[psycohousecat]

The sweet spot .. 😊

[aventurineswife]

Patience and Strategy

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Dan Heng IL x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Teamwork, Aventurine Boss Fight, SAHSRAU, Action, Character Development, Humor, Tension.

Warnings: Minor violence (combat).

A/N: I'm not proud of this one and I hate it... 🧍‍♀️ (Plus idk how the in-game battles work or how to describe it...)

Requested by: @neuvillette-x-water

The battle was set.

Aventurine, Dan Heng, Sunday, and Ratio stood in formation, each of them ready to face the final challenge. Their target? An imposing figure—Aventurine's counterpart or his final form, an enigmatic and unpredictable powerhouse who had taken on a form much more powerful than any of them had expected.

The screen flickered, the usual ominous energy swirling in the air as the enemy loomed before them.

"Alright, team," Aventurine said, flashing a grin that was only half a facade of confidence. "It's game time. Let’s see how luck and strategy fare today."

You couldn’t help but groan from behind the screen, frustration bubbling up inside you. "Why'd you roll a 1?!" You shouted, the words sharp and full of disbelief.

Aventurine blinked, his grin faltering for a brief moment. His gaze flickered upward, as though trying to spot you somewhere in the unknown expanse of the fight. But of course, he couldn’t see you. He didn’t know where the voice was coming from, but he could hear it. Loud and clear. He straightened himself up quickly.

"Nothing like a little motivation," he muttered under his breath, though his eyes narrowed at the boss. "Alright, time to show you what a ‘1’ really means."

Dan Heng, ever the professional, ignored the distraction. His eyes studied the battlefield, calculating each possible outcome. The battle was no longer just about defeating an enemy. It was about survival, precision, and strategy.

You couldn’t hold back your frustration. "Dan Heng, stop being so serious! Just land a hit already!" Your voice carried a hint of exasperation.

Dan Heng’s lip curled slightly, though the rest of his face remained as serene as ever. "I am calculating the best approach."

"Don’t overthink it!" You snapped, pacing behind the screen. "Just—Ugh, you’re making me nervous!"

Despite your irritation, Dan Heng didn’t rush. He moved fluidly into position, his body tense and poised. "Patience is key."

Sunday, ever the introspective one, spread his wings slightly as if to channel the celestial energy within him. "I have seen many battles in my time... but this one is different." His eyes glinted as he muttered to himself, the halo behind his head giving off a faint, ethereal glow. "The conflict between the dream and the waking world... which shall prevail?"

Your eyes narrowed in frustration. "Just get on with it, Sunday! What do you mean, 'which shall prevail?' You’ve been in a million battles, it’s just a boss fight!"

Sunday let out a soft chuckle, his calm demeanor barely broken. "Perhaps. But you see, sometimes, the world’s true enemy is not the one we face, but the one we carry within."

He raised his hand, a flash of light swirling around his fingertips. As the battle raged on, Sunday’s voice echoed in the midst of the chaos, soft but resolute. "I will not let this darkness cloud my vision." His magic surged, and an ethereal barrier formed to shield the team.

Ratio, standing to the side with a confident, almost smug look on his face, adjusted the straps on his armor, eyes glinting with intellectual curiosity. He smirked at the enemy. "I assume the strategy here involves a bit more than brute force?" His eyes scanned the boss with disdain, but that only made him more eager to dissect the fight. "Let’s see what this thing can withstand."

You gritted your teeth, feeling the tension rise. "Ratio, can you stop showing off for two seconds? Focus on the fight!"

"Ah, but it’s all about understanding the pattern, yes?" Ratio replied, as if the battle was a mere intellectual puzzle. "By the time this beast even attempts an attack, I’ll have already deduced its weaknesses."

And with that, he flicked his wrist, sending a surge of energy toward the boss.

Aventurine, however, had heard enough. "Enough talk! It's time to win this!" He shouted, his voice rising with an intensity that sent a thrill through you.

You quickly gritted your teeth, watching intently. "Aventurine, beat his ass! Wait... hold on, don’t get too cocky!" You warned, anxiety rising in your chest as the gamble felt all too risky.

Aventurine ignored the warning, the thrill of the gamble coursing through him. "This is what I do best!" He launched himself at the boss, his movements fluid, almost elegant, as he played the ultimate hand. But as he struck, the enemy retaliated, the shockwave of power slamming him back.

Your stomach dropped as you watched him stumble. "Aventurine!! What was that?!" You yelled, disbelief and concern flooding your voice.

Aventurine grinned, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "A setback! You’ll see. I’ll turn this around." He winked, determination flickering in his eyes, and you could feel the resolve in his voice despite the blow.

Despite the tension, you found something strangely comforting about hearing his voice—a reassurance that they weren’t about to back down. But with each blow and each retreat, the team began to notice that the enemy was growing stronger, adapting to their moves.

Dan Heng, ever the pragmatist, quickly adjusted his approach, leaping into the fray with careful precision. He struck from above, his sword flashing as he aimed for the weak points the team had uncovered.

Finally. "Finally!" You exclaimed, a rush of relief flooding over you. "Took you long enough to get in a good hit!"

Dan Heng’s lips twitched into a barely-there smile, but his movements were sharp and decisive. "As I said, patience."

Sunday’s wings fluttered in time with his next spell. He called upon celestial energies to lock the enemy in place, creating a soft glow around his body. His voice, though gentle, carried across the battlefield. "In the end, it’s not about winning or losing… but the balance we must strike."

You rolled your eyes, frustration boiling over again. "Balance? What are you, a philosopher or a fighter?"

Sunday shot a quick glance toward the screen, his golden eyes amused. "Perhaps a bit of both."

As Ratio unleashed another wave of energy, the battle seemed to intensify. But the mysterious boss was relentless, responding with overwhelming force. The team began to feel the strain, but they weren't about to back down.

"Come on, guys, don’t let up! You’re so close!" You urged, a sense of desperation creeping into your voice. The enemy was weakening, but the team was running out of time.

Aventurine’s eyes gleamed as he saw the opening. "This is it!" With a flourish, he rolled the dice of fate one more time, pulling off a calculated strike. The boss’s defenses cracked, and with a final, well-placed blow, they brought the enemy to its knees.

The screen lit up with victory.

"Yes! Finally! That’s what I’m talking about!" You cheered, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

Aventurine, breathing heavily but smiling, turned toward his team. "I knew it was in the cards. That’s how we do it."

Dan Heng, his posture still relaxed despite the battle, nodded once. "We’ve won, but I’ll be ready for the next challenge."

Sunday let out a quiet sigh, wings fluttering once. "A victory, but a fleeting one. There are always more battles ahead."

Ratio adjusted his robes, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Not bad. I suppose there’s merit to a victory like this after all."

And with that, the battle was over. Your team, victorious once again. And while you could never physically see them, you knew they could hear you. After all, you were their guide, their unseen strategist.

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, wiping your brow in relief. "But seriously—next time, let’s not roll a 1."

[nasa]

How did you choose your Flight Director name?

[reality-detective]

Let's Get Rocking 💫

[zoetheneko]

How that one group of homies look like on presentation day when they procrastinated and didn't finish their PowerPoint on time.

[fortuneaday]

[beardedmrbean]

Words can't really describe how much I needed this right now

[knowledgeableknitter]

Fixing the Furniture

A small fic-let. Part 3 of a set.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x you (gender neutral)

Word Count: <1000

Summary: Teamwork can be complicated when one is better than the other at a given task.

Trigger Warnings: Like, none. Ikea furniture frustration. Slightly suggestive ending? Horrible sexy joke?

Author's Note: Part 1: Fixing the Leak ; Part 2: Fixing the Drawer ; Here is the final part.

Masterlist

You came home balancing takeout in one hand and a cold drink in the other, only to find Bucky already in the living room, sleeves pushed up, crouched in front of a large Ikea box with a look of grim determination on his face. The coffee table had been moved aside, the rug rolled halfway up, and the old TV stand sat empty in the hallway like it had been exiled.

“Are you ready?” he said, glancing over his shoulder with that crooked smile. 

You grinned and set the food down, excited. “We are going to have a gorgeous new TV stand in an hour.”

“Yup,” he said confidently, cracking open the box like a soldier prepping for a mission. “We’ve got this.”

To his credit, he tried. For a full hour. And you were right beside him the entire time, working on your side of the build. 

But eventually, you realized you were watching the slow unraveling of his confidence as particleboard panels started stacking up in the wrong order and screws began disappearing under the couch.

At one point, Bucky muttered something under his breath about “Swedish torture” and jabbed a bolt into a pre-drilled hole. You opened your mouth, about to tell him it was entering from the wrong side, but he cut you off with a tight, “I got it.”

By the time he dropped the Allen wrench for the third time and stood up with a huff, running a hand through his hair and looking more exasperated than you’d seen him in weeks, you decided it was time to take pity and take over.

You knelt beside his side of the half-assembled skeleton of what was supposed to be a console and gently took the dowel from his hand. You rotated a shelf, and started reorienting the whole frame with ease. Your fingers moved quickly, matching pieces like a Tetris game, each part sliding into place with a soft click or snap.

Bucky stood behind you, silent, watching. When you finally looked up, he was frowning, not at the furniture, but at himself.

“I thought it’d be nice to do it together,” he said, not quite meeting your eyes. “Be a real team. I thought… I dunno. I thought it’d mean something.”

You sat back on your heels, heart tugging a little at the vulnerability in his voice. “Bucky, it does mean something.” You reached for his hand and held it loosely in yours. “That’s so sweet. But… this just isn’t your thing.”

He chuckled, low and sheepish. “That obvious, huh?”

You smiled and leaned your shoulder into his. “We don’t have to do everything together. We can play to our strengths. That’s also teamwork. Nothing’s ever really 50-50 in a relationship. Sometimes it’s 70-30. Sometimes it’s 10-90. But it balances out, you know?”

He nodded slowly, the lines around his mouth softening. “You mean like how I fixed the bathroom sink with a butterknife and a prayer?”

“Exactly. That was your domain. This—” you waved at the half-assembled console, “is mine.”

That was the turning point. After that, he didn’t try to take over. Instead, he became the perfect assistant, handing you dowels and holding panels steady while you worked. You found a rhythm quickly, the kind that came from being completely comfortable in each other’s space. He teased you about your “Ikea sixth sense” and you laughed when he genuinely struggled to tell one shelf from another (they were mirror images).

Before long, the console was finished, standing proud and level, not a wobble in sight.

Bucky stood back and admired it like it was a marvel of engineering. “Looks better than the diagram,” he said, then added, “Hell of a team.”

You dropped onto the couch, stretching your arms overhead as Bucky asked, “Seriously though, how are you so good at this stuff?”

You shrugged with a smile. “It’s a puzzle. Flap A into Slot B type stuff. It’s sorta my thing.”

Bucky raised a brow, and you could see the gears turning just before the slow smirk spread across his face. “Huh,” he said, voice dropping just a touch. “I’m pretty good at one Flap A into Slot B thing.”

You gave him an incredulous look. “Did you seriously just—”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish. With a playful growl, he grabbed you by the waist, hoisted you up with laughable ease, and tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

“Bucky!” you shrieked, laughing as you flailed.

He smacked your ass lightly, purely for effect. “What? We earned it, puzzle queen.”

Still laughing, you let yourself be carried down the hall, the sound of both your laughter echoing behind you.

Some couples did everything together. Some divided and conquered. But you and Bucky? You didn’t keep score. You played to your strengths, supported each other’s wins, and knew when to step in or step aside.

Tag list: @lovely-seb @calwitch @its-in-the-woods