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About: Steve is sent away on a solo mission, leaving his girlfriend aka our first person pov narrator alone and longing for him. His deep laugh that rumbled like thunder. Those eyes that somehow house the ocean and the stars. His touch... Some help breaking in her new mattress couldn’t hurt.

Word Count: 5,276

Requested By: Anonymous- I’ve got a couple reqs piling up, but if you wouldn’t mind a wait I’ll be more than happy to take yours :)

A/N: This fic is definitely dirty so you’ve been warned. In case it’s removed in this content cleanse, I posted it to AO3 since it’s one I’m really happy with so I don’t want to lose it. I think I’ll start moving the work I publish here over there as well for a bit more reassurance- linked here. Hope you enjoy!

Your own bed was supposed to be the most comfortable one, right? The mattress that’s worn in by the contours of your body, the pillows fit perfectly to the curve of your neck, the thread count of the sheets homey in a familiar way. That wasn’t the case since Tony had a stroke of genius and took the initiative to upgrade me to this king-sized bed. He argued that, after being tossed around by Hydra, berated by politicians, and drained by my super soldier of a boyfriend, I deserved to fall into bed without my feet hanging off the edge.

Nevertheless, I laid awake for nights on end now, still feeling like a foreigner. My twin bed wasn’t much better if I’m honest. I practically forgot about it until a month ago when I returned to my own mattress for the first time in I don’t know how long. That one was never properly broken in either since I spent most nights in Steve’s room.

Maybe that was why I couldn’t sleep. Steve had never been gone on a mission this long before. Or at least, in the past, I’d been there too. We could watch each other’s backs. He was pushing on four weeks now. Almost a month of not knowing where he was, if he was safe, if he was even a fraction as lonely as I was, or if he’d been able to sleep at all either.

I wasn’t told much about this mission other than that it was paramount Steve left immediately. When he did, he gave me a kiss that wasn’t nearly long enough to tide me over until he was back and told me he didn’t even know when he would be. He told me to take care of myself and that he loved me with this sincerity ingrained in his eyes that I’ll remember no matter how much time passed until he came home. Not entirely irrationally, I was beginning to fear he might not. Nothing was guaranteed for us, but Steve was like the sun coming up tomorrow. I didn’t know with one hundred percent certainty that it would- I mean, anything could happen really. But I was so sure that the sun would rise I didn’t usually bother fretting over if it’d be there in the morning. It all seems guaranteed until the sun disappears without a trace for far too long now.

I gave up on tossing and turning in Steve’s bed, trying desperately to close my eyes and think about anything other than him, even though it was usually where I was most comfortable. If possible, it felt even emptier than my unfamiliar one. It was almost worse, being where Steve should’ve been too.

So I gathered his t-shirts I’ve been laying with to give me something resembling his presence and returned to my own room. They didn’t really smell like him anymore. My sheets tucked too tightly around the mattress, my pillows as stiff as they would be if they were brand new, and my boyfriend nowhere to be seen.

Until a knock sounded from my door. I sat up hesitantly, my heart already soaring along with my head above the clouds in the hopes that it just might be him, watching as whoever it was pushed the door from ajar to wide open. The white light flooded in from the hall and illuminated Steve’s silhouette, accentuating his broad shoulders and tall shadow stretching across my room. He took a quiet step in as he tried not to wake me causing the floor to creak under his weight, eyes cast downward and cursing at it under his breath.

Before he could comprehend I was even conscious, I jumped from the foot of the bed and launched myself at Steve in a fit of excitement. Unprepared for my momentum, he stumbled until his back hit the hallway wall. Steve still smelled like a nauseating combination of fiery explosions and singed hair from whatever battle he’d just won, but that didn’t stop me from burying my face in the crook of his neck. His face was covered in grimy soot and sweat, all overshadowed by his grin as he chuckled.

“Glad to see me, huh?” he teased, though his strong arm’s tight grip around my waist made me wonder if he’d ever let me go again either. The way his pearly smile stretched across his face and crinkled his glassy blue eyes almost closed completely when he laughed was just the same as in the memories I’d been replaying in my mind. I couldn’t describe how unbelievable it was to see in person again, just a few inches away instead of countless miles.

I bundled Steve’s cheeks between my palms, trying to prove he was real. Trying to hold on to some part of him in case he disappeared again. “I missed you so much,” I choked out. My chest heaved against Steve’s, pressing us closer if even possible, with breaths I hoped were deep enough to drown my sobs. “I missed you more,” he said softly, the confession of a secret just between the two of us.

I could stare at him for hours. Taking in the curve of his smiling lips, the pale rosy color curling to reveal his bright white grin that hadn’t been the first thing I saw in the morning in way too long. Trying to identify every emotion swimming in those eyes, a kaleidoscope of blue hues the same color of the ocean right before a storm. Noting the grim shadows carving out his face below his high cheekbones, making him appear much gaunter than I remembered.

Steve’s head dropped to meet mine slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned in for a kiss. Even though his lips were chapped and he tasted more salty with sweat than the Steve I remembered kissing goodbye, it was comforting. Familiar in a way nothing really had been since he left. Like the way Steve tangled his fingers in my hair with the experience of a certified boy scout, tying the same knots as dozens of times before. And how, when my leg crept up around his, tentatively asking Steve to pick me up, his hands were already wrapping around the bottom of my thighs and ready to support me. It wasn’t as automatic as clockwork, foreseeable in a scheduled sort of way. Rather, we knew each other well enough to predict one another. We worked in sync, not like a machine but as a symphony.

I broke our kiss once I finally had to take a deep breath in, full of Steve’s sweaty stench. “I’ll see you after your shower,” I said, patting his chest to tell Steve I was done with him for now. He dropped me begrudgingly, pouting his kiss-swollen lips in protest. As much as I hated to push him away when I finally had him back in my arms, Steve really did reek. He didn’t help his case when he stretched his arm up to scratch the back of his neck. “That,” I pointed to the funk all but actually radiating in green waves from Steve’s armpit, “is a total mood killer.” Steve rolled his eyes as he groaned a sarcastic, “Love you too.”

Too long later Steve rose from my ensuite bathroom in an aura of steam, one towel wrapped around his waist while he scrubbed at his messy, damp blonde hair with another. His wet feet pitter-pattered their way to the dresser where Steve kept some of his own clothes, though I had other plans in mind.

“Don’t bother,” I said with a voice that quivered despite my forced confidence. I wasn’t usually the one to start this sort of thing. “Whatever you put on will just end up on the floor anyway.” Now that caught Steve’s attention. He turned, his face contorted with curiosity at first until he saw me sitting smugly in his favorite lingerie set. It was black and lacy, emphasizing every curve of mine in a way I knew only made Steve desperate to take it off. It felt so sinful, laying before him looking like everything Captain America and his moral righteousness shouldn’t want anything to do with. But I think that’s why Steve loved it so much.

He slowly stopped drying his hair until that hand finally dropped, leaving it standing up in every direction, his blue eyes as big as his shield. “You know, I just came by to say goodnight,” he started, wrenching the towel around each finger to make sure his hands were dry. “I’ve been so exhausted all I wanted was to come home and sleep in my own bed. It’s always the little things.” Steve tossed the towel in the laundry bin and I secretly hoped the one hanging dangerously low on the concave V-shaped lines of his hips would join it. “But I think I’d have to agree breaking yours in sounds like a much better idea.” Steve’s voice dropped seductively as he stared at my new mattress before his eyes started rising, tracing up my body before meeting my gaze with his starving eyes.

Suddenly I felt something in my chest, being scrutinized by his stare. Self-conscious wasn’t really the word, we haven’t felt shy like that around each other in a long time. The confidence came with experience. Instead, I felt more like a gazelle that knew the lion was watching, an invigorating hunt just on the horizon. It was anticipation.

Steve was the first to pounce, hovering over me before I could even catch my shaky breath. He went in for the attack just as quickly, sucking on my neck in all the right places to weaken my knees. Even though I’d been expecting this, craving it for weeks now, I forgot the effect his touch had on me. Stunned by the shock of his fingertips grasping my chest as he kneaded me over my bra’s thin fabric, the electricity he transferred with kisses tickling just below my ear making my hair stand on end as if a current just passes through me, his electricity took me by surprise.

Steve kissed up my jaw until we were face to face and he looked at me with a concern I hadn’t expected, searching my eyes for an indication as to why I hadn’t made a move yet. “Just surprised. It’s been a while,” I confessed, failing to realize I’d been too busy reveling to reciprocate. Steve accepted my honesty with a soft, empathetic smile. “You’re telling me,” he laughed with a lilt to it. “Even more reason to cherish each other now.” Steve looked at me tenderly, the softness looking a little funny on the harsh lines of his chiseled cheekbones.

It was so sappy that if it was anyone else in any other circumstance I would’ve broken out laughing at them, but his sincerity was sobering. I didn’t know what to say to Steve, there weren’t words for the way he made my heart burst wide open in a million simultaneous gooey explosions. So I kissed him instead and hoped it would be enough, crushing us together with the force of the blast stemming from my chest. I held Steve by the nape of his neck, fingers tickled by his hair that’d grown a bit longer than he usually kept it, as I wrapped my calves around his thighs and prayed we’d never become disentwined.

Steve deepened it with a lick of my bottom lip. I complied, opening up for him as his hand traveled downward, fingers hooking around the waistband of my underwear. My hips jerked up in an instinctive response to Steve, a little too enthusiastic, clashing our bodies together like cymbals. He pulled away from our kiss chuckling and stretched to pull my underwear over my bent knees. “I want to look at you, sweet girl,” Steve demanded, though I wasn’t trying to hide.

“Me too,” I volleyed back, tearing the towel from his waist with a swift move of my feet. I watched the fabric fall to the back of his calves with wide eyes, completely revealing Steve. He only laughed harder, sitting back on his heels for me to get a full view of the way his abs tightened and released with each stretch of his diaphragm. Every curve of his torso from his chiseled collarbone to his pecs swollen with muscle and defined six-pack of a stomach seemed to be so illicit it was a marvel anyone considered Steve Rogers to be some Anglo-Saxon prude like their grandfathers who were born in the same year. He, however, was anything but.

Steve’s head dropped as he shook out the last of his laughter, looking up at me through his long eyelashes. “I meant,” his voice was gruffer than I expected. “I want to look at you when you come for the first time in a month.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, bound by the only thing left between us and even then it was little more than a lacy trim. “How would you know?” I challenged, jutting out my chin. Maybe overplaying my objection given that I was trying to hide the truth. He was right. “Because I know you,” Steve sighed with a smirk. He tossed the discarded fabrics across the room before turning his full attention back to me. “And I know nothing makes you feel like I do.”

I shifted my weight to my elbows as he leaned forward until we were parallel to each other again. Steve kissed me on the lips for a few longing seconds before traveling down the curve of my jaw until he was leaving love bites on my collarbone. My knees snapped up as I wrapped my legs around his waist reflexively, making myself accessible to Steve. I ran my fingers down his flexed torso, outlining every bump and line of muscle with a fingernail before reaching his tight ass.

His hand reached between my legs, eliciting a breathy gasp from my lips parted by the following first of many moans as his first finger slipped between me. Steve started rubbing my clit, tracing teasing circles around my most sensitive bit. “I like seeing how I make your eyes roll back,” he growled in a husky voice with dark eyes and a wolfish grin. He pressed another finger to my sweet spot, rubbing rhythmically with each shaky breath I gasped with a heaving chest. “And when you shiver at my touch.” He slid his fingers up and down my folds so slowly it was almost agonizing before he found my clit again, focusing on the throbbing little nub that made my knees shake like earthquakes. “And the way your pretty little mouth just pops open when I...”

Steve penetrated me with two fingers. My body, being denied any sort of attention for far too long, quickly became overwhelmed with gratification I didn’t realize I missed so dearly. “Fuck, you’re tight. So wet for me too, doll,” he moaned, pumping slowly at first and then with a passionate vigor Steve found when he sensed I was on edge. One of my hands grappled up his back, leaving scratches in my search for something to hold onto until I found Steve’s hair, tangling my fingers into the blonde strands and tugging. I felt the spark of pleasure planted in the pit of my stomach, growing with each gratifying stroke of Steve’s fingers coaxing a fire of ecstasy. The whole time, his piercing blue eyes were trained on me with that unwavering concentration of his. Right now, getting me off was his mission and then, with one last curl of his fingers, he completed it.

My back arched until our stomachs were pressed together as I practically screamed Steve’s name. My eyes squeezed shut, but I felt like I was seeing heaven anyway. Steve kept touching me, whispering filthy encouragements in his husky voice as I rode out my high, grinding against his knuckles, putty in his hands. “Come here, let me see you. All of you,” Steve instructed after sucking his fingers clean, beckoning me with the same strong hand. I followed him like we were tied together as backed up, giving me room to sit up straight. I gathered my hair to the wide that wasn’t speckled with so many hickies we could play connect the dots, allowing him to see exactly what he’d done to me. Steve smirked as his eyes roamed my chest to my chin, admiring his work before he unhooked my bra. Even after it was tossed to the side, he didn’t make a move. He sat there with his hands resting on my thighs, just staring at my chest with this lazy smile like he was watching the tide come in. “My eyes are up here,” I joked half-heartedly, really trying to pick his brain. I ran my hands through his hair, digging my nails into his scalp in a way I knew he found calming. Steve’s eyes closed as his face relaxed, enjoying his little bit of euphoria. His chest rumbled with laughter as his baby blues drifted up to meet my gaze. “Sorry, it’s just... I had a dream just like this. I woke up missing you a million times more,” he confessed, chest falling with a heavy sigh. “And now it’s actually happening. You’re even more beautiful in reality somehow.” He tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear in an intimate moment where the month we’d spent apart melted away. “You should relax,” I purred, realizing how Steve was the one trying to get me off this whole time. It was my turn to return the favor. “C’mon and rest, baby. You’ve been off working so hard for so long and I want you to enjoy yourself, too.” I pushed on Steve’s chest, willing him to roll over. A perk of changing positions on anything other than a twin mattress, I suppose. Steve complied, holding my hips tight with one hand and cradling my back with the other so I flipped with him effortlessly. “Doll, you of all people should know how much I enjoy making you moan my name, maybe second only to our neighbors,” he joked, staring up at me with a devil may care kind of grin as a hot blush broke out across my cheeks. “But if you insist...” Steve made himself comfortable, lacing his fingers behind his head in eager preparation for some show I’d be putting on like one of those performers in the small skirts from his old traveling USO days.

“Wait a second,” he shifted uncomfortably, groaning as he pulled one of his own t-shirts wadded into a ball from under his back. He held it up, the picture of confusion at first, before putting the puzzle piece hanging from his hand with the art of his favorite record from The Crest’s on the front. Steve smirked as he mused, “Trying to replace me now, baby?” I only shrugged sheepishly in response, my eyes falling from his with a blush as they landed down south instead. I ran my fingers through my hair a little more nervously than I’d like to admit, determined to give Steve a good time nonetheless. His length which was standing at attention, ironically the only good soldier here. I crawled backward until I was face to face or, rather, head to head with his hard dick. I dragged my flat tongue so painstakingly slow from the base up as payback for earlier, pumping it with my hand as I focused my tongue on his tip. Steve threw his head back with pleasure, releasing a guttural moan reverberating from the very bottom of his stomach. I started working harder with his encouragement, taking as much of Steve in as I could and bobbing up and down his length. He balled the sheets up in his tight fists as he gasped so hard it sounded like it hurt as his hips bucked up in a staccato, shoving himself deeper down my throat. Steve was close. I licked around his member one last time before pulling away, much to his dismay.

“I was getting there, baby,” he groaned when I hopped off my mattress, sticking out his pouted chin like a child throwing a tantrum. I giggled as I walked over to the dresser, careful to exaggerate the swing of my ass in an attempt to frustrate Steve even more. I found a new box of condoms hidden under my oldest socks and tore open the cardboard impatiently. Usually, the box of rubbers would be in a more accessible place and already close to being empty as it was in Steve’s room, but switching it up to my bed wasn’t commonplace. “I know,” I teased before tearing the foil open with my teeth, anxious to resume our activity, on my way back to where my boyfriend, who was sat up curiously until the realization dawned on him. “I want to feel you though, babe. All of you, inside of me.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up as he smiled, lifting his hands to welcome me back. I straddled his waist, the new springs of my mattress creaking under my weight. I pinched the tip and rolled the latex down his length, smirking at Steve who praised me with his permission.

I bit my lip before reaching between my legs, scooping up some of my own wetness before pumping it over his pulsing, veiny member waiting so patiently for me. I knew it would be a tight fit, especially considering it’d been a while since I last made space for him. I positioned myself over Steve and eased him into me, slowly lowering my hips to his with more hesitation than usually existed between us. I was usually used to taking Steve in, but I winced with discomfort I knew would pass. Just another reminder of our time apart. Steve steadied me with his hands on my waist, guiding my first few bounces. “Everything okay, doll?” Steve inquired, rubbing slow, soothing circles along my sides.

“More than okay,” I smiled to reassure him. “Just not as… acclimated to you as I used to be.” Steve nodded with understanding and apologized, though I assured him I was really fine. I slapped one of his hands until he gave it to me to squeeze as my knuckles grew white, knowing the strained sound of my voice if I’d asked aloud would make him nervous. I tried to pick up the pace between grunts with a more fevered roll of my hips, sure that everything would be better once we found our rhythm again, but Steve was hesitant now. He never voiced it, but I knew he feared that one of these days he’d break his doll.

I ripped my hand from his and used it to brace myself, pressing down on Steve’s chest so hard I was surer of his heart pounding than my own as I leaned into him. I bent over to kiss him again, passionate with a hunger that still hadn’t been satisfied yet. “Baby, I need you to go faster,” I begged, pressing my sweaty forehead to his and looking Steve square in the eye so he’d catch on to my desperate desire for him to be completely impetuous. I locked my ankles together at the small of his back, willing him to press deeper into me. “Harder, love, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t stand straight next week.”

Steve laughed gruffly as he gave in to my breathy requests, pushing his throbbing member deeper into me unabashedly now, my blessing being enough for him to cave to his own cravings, until he hit my sweet spot. I liked it like this, when Steve made me feel vastly expanding and like his whole everything all at once, on the very edge of something great. I felt like I imagined the universe did when it all started, a single sudden snap in dark nothingness until out of nowhere were these sprawling galaxies of burning suns in my chest and thick gassy clouds in my head and hurtling planets in the pit of my stomach so ready to run out of control without Steve’s gravity holding all of me together for now, providing a center for it all to spin around. As our tongues started to move in sync so did our hips, rolling together in perfect harmony as Steve’s thrusts grew more pleasurable with every harsh snap of his pelvis.

I broke our kiss to praise him, tell Steve how good he was making me feel, but I couldn’t shake the image his eyes closed tight and his mouth hanging open gave me. With what was left of my courage, I raised the hand that had been inside me to his mouth and dragged my index across his swollen bottom lip. Steve’s tongue edged out an inch or two in response, allowing me to drag my two fingers across his taste buds before hooking them in the corner of his mouth. “Tell me how I taste,” I ordered as he sucked. “Oh, angel,” he moaned like he’d been on the edge of his seat just waiting for me to ask. “Heaven.” Steve licked up to where my knuckle met his lip. “You’re a mouthful of everything heaven could only hope to be.”

Quite satisfied with myself, I leaned back. That’s when I let out a carnal moan from the back of my throat I couldn’t have anticipated when his length struck me just right. I arched my back until I was upright again and staring at the ceiling, tearing my hand from Steve’s lips and throwing it back haphazardly like I was riding a bull instead of my boyfriend until my palm found the top of his thigh for balance. The shift in position allowed for Steve to keep hitting my g-spot, stealing another illicit gasp from me as I hit a wall of rapture and exploded on impact.

“Good God, you’re too gorgeous,” Steve moaned loudly, rolling his head along with the current of the blissful wave crashing over him as my muscles tightened around him. His hands found my hips again and his grip tightened so hard I knew I’d have bruises of his fingerprints in the morning, the idea of which only turned me on even more, as he continued to splutter compliments and praises in between growls and groans. One of his hands migrated up like it took a lot of effort, kneading at my breast and tugging at its sensitive, erect peak. “Oh,” I gasped with the shock of the new sensation. “Just like that, love. Fuck, that feels so good. You make me feel so good, Steve.” I ground my hips harder against his, more intent on getting him off now than ever. His thrusts became increasingly erratic, the tightening in his stomach corresponding with my own.

Our voices rose together in a chaotic brass crash of sound the likes of which Copland couldn’t even compose, screams between unstable breaths merging together just like the rest of us did. His hands moved backward, pawing at my ass as our laps clapped together with each impact, an audience worshipping the music we made together. Then, as suddenly as this all began, we both came undone. Steve’s blue eyes rolled to the back of his head, his nails digging into my skin as he tightened like a spring before bouncing upon meeting his release. He came with stuttering gasps and sudden snaps of his hips and eyes squeezed so tight I thought the crow’s feet might become permanent.

In this moment, no matter what kind of euphoria I was chasing, I always paused to watch Steve. I reveled in how vulnerable he became during the only time I got to see him completely indisposed. Fragile even. Safe enough to be weak. If he was ever going to be at the mercy of anyone, these were the couple of seconds I cherished knowing it was me. Shortly after I followed with another climax of my own, reaching a high like a mountain peak, while Steve kept pumping until I was over the other side of it and hurtling back down to Earth again.

I pushed my hair back and sighed, breathing heavy as I sat on top of him even though we were both tired and still. “What way to welcome me back home,” Steve said, his voice still hoarse and awestruck at the same time as his warm hands massaged my tense thighs. I climbed off of him with a self-satisfied smirk, regretfully leaving him in the bed again as I went to discard the condom and clean myself up. I heard Steve laugh as I stumbled at first, my knees still shaky, my head spinning, and my feet unable to find a single cohesive line to walk from my bed to the en-suite. “Got what you wanted, doll?” he joked with a charming smugness in his tone, to which I just flipped him a playful bird.

When I came out of the bathroom, Steve was slipping into some underwear next to the dresser. I reached into the open drawer and tugged one of his cotton Army t-shirts over my matted sex hair. It didn’t quite hit my knees, but I deemed it good enough. Before I could turn to face Steve, his strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. I turned to nuzzle into the crook of his neck as he pressed cooing kisses to my temple.

“Wanna sleep in here tonight?” Steve suggested, his tone seeming extremely quiet in juxtapose to our earlier clamor. I nodded, too tired to go anywhere else, and allowed him to lead me back to the bed. The sheets were still messy and unraveled and some pillows were tossed to the floor, but it didn’t matter much since we would just mess it up again in our sleep anyway. Suddenly I was shy, approaching the same mattress we’d just come undone on with a drastically different atmosphere.

Steve pulled the sheet we’d ruined off and tossed it in a discarded ball to the floor before reoccupying my bed with the innocence of an angel who hadn’t just uttered some of the foulest words while fucking me into oblivion. I followed suit, curling up next to my boyfriend who pulled me even closer to his chest. Steve tugged my duvet to our necks as his hand crept above the shirt I’d stolen, wrapping around my waist with a conviction that said he’d been lying alone and waiting to hold me like this for a long time.

Our legs tangled together in a knot I wasn’t sure we’d undo anytime soon in a bid to keep each other close for as long as we could. His heartbeat slowed to a steady, comforting rate that pounded against my back like a drum. We sunk into the mattress like a cloud in our own personal heaven. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, finally feeling as though there wasn’t much else to do or say now that I finally got myself where I wanted to be and everything was right in the world, Steve cleared his throat. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips tickling my ear. Although his tone was low, he said those three little words we’d thrown around like balloons without the gravity Steve gave them now like he’d been biding his time on that, too. I turned to face him, still wrapped in his warm embrace, with a soft smile and a calm bliss I hadn’t felt in a long time. “And I love you.”

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abitnotgoodiebag · 5 years

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Auditory Affliction

@ironstrangebingo square: Carol Danvers

@metalandfood prompt: from the tumblr prompt: Imagine Stephen’s phone going off a la Irene Adler style during inappropriate moments but it’s Tony’s voice that always comes out. The notification sound always changes from soft moans to a breathless, “Stephen”

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Summary: Carol must put a stop to these inappropriate interruptions during avengers meetings.

5 times Stephen’s phone goes off and one time it does not.

The first time it happens, there is silence. Stephen pinches the bridge of his nose and pulls his phone from his robes with a put-upon sigh.

After a few taps on the screen of his hours-new personalized StarkPhone, Stephen looks up to see all of the gathered Avenger’s staring at him.

“So we’re just going to act like we didn’t hear Tony moan your name?” Clint asks with a smirk, his tone implying something rude.

Stephen’s jaw tightens a fraction and he swallows the urge to portal him somewhere unpleasant. He ignores the irritating archer and says, “FRIDAY, please let Tony know that I do not find his antics amusing.”

“Will do, Doc,” comes the reply in an amused tone, suggesting that boss would ignore the sentiment completely.

Apparently being crafted to adapt to the limitations of his trembling hands were not the only thing Tony had customized on the device.

The silence from the other members of the team stretches into something uncomfortable.

“What?!” Stephen asks defensively. “It’s not like I recorded it!”

Sam snorts “Suuuure.” under his breath. Clint snickers in response, while Steve doesn’t seem to be sure how to react to the whole situation.

Stephen rolls his eyes so far back into his head he fears they might get stuck. “I’ll be sure to mention how inappropriate this is next time I see Anthony. I’m sure he’ll agree and immediately do as requested to save me further irritation, knowing how much he enjoys decorum.” Stephen says, his sarcasm heavy.

Carol clears her voice to prevent further comments on Stephen’s unfortunate ringtone. “If we could get back to matters at hand?” she asks as she turns her attention back to the projection at the front of the room.

The meeting begins to drone on as it had before.

*Ooooh, Stephen!*

Stephen resists the urge to bang his head on to the table, having already been the recipient of enough stares today. Stephen opens a small portal and throws the phone through it.

“You were saying?” He asks with a frazzled smile pulling at his face.

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Remembering that Tony is not only an Avenger, but also the world's foremost genius inventor is surprisingly difficult for Stephen. As such, whenever Tony’s presence is required for presentations, conferences and the like, Stephen tends to sulk.

Tony has been gone for 2 days now and Stephen is not happy about it. Wong has finally gotten tired of his moping around the Sanctum and has banished him until he can ‘get off his sorry ass and act like an adult, not a wounded puppy.’

Stephen finds himself wandering the halls of the compound aimlessly. After a minute, his wandering is no longer aimless as he smells something tasty coming from the direction that he is now headed in.

Approaching the communal kitchen area, Stephen notices Carol, Rhodes, Sam, Scott, and Bruce in various stages of cooking and setting the table.

“Strange! I didn’t know you were here.” says Sam while grabbing two pitchers of what appears to be pink lemonade from the refrigerator. “Are you staying for dinner?”

Stephen nods his assent, hoping that social interaction will cause the time until Tony’s return to go back just a bit faster. “What can I do to help?” He asks moving further into the room.

“Everything is pretty much finished, just waiting on the pasta for another minute or so. Make yourself comfortable.” Bruce stirs the pan of sauce that contains the source of the enticing scent. Stephen can identify spinach and other assorted vegetables simmering in a thick red sauce.

He doesn’t realize how hungry he is, and floats an extra place setting to the table.

The food is delicious and Stephen finds himself glad that he stayed for dinner. The wine and camaraderie is just the thing to drag Stephen from his funk.

“And then Telos said, ‘I’m not going to tell you again, man, it’s a fucking Flerken!’” Carol finishes, to the laughter of the group. She takes a sip of wine and continues, “Goose then thought it was the perfect time to eat the box in question, surprising the hell out of Rastur. I’ve never seen someone faint so fast.”

Stephen lets out another chuckle as he refills his glass. He is seriously contemplating stealing another slice of pound cake when a long, loud, breathy moan emanates from his pocket.

This time Stephen does let his head hit the table. “Fucking Tony.”

Scott can’t help but giggle. “Yeah, that’s what it sounds like, man.”

Stephen shoots him a glare. “Har har, Tiny Tim.”

Carol just sighs in resignation “He’ll never change it will he?”

Rhodes laughs softly, “Probably not. Not when everyone keeps getting all stuffy bout it. Rogers’ responses alone practically guarantee that it’s permanent.”

Carol just shakes her head in disapproval. “It’s unprofessional.”

“It’s Tony.” Rhodey replies with a shrug. “He does what he does when he wants to do it.”

Stephen looks up from his response to the intruding message. “It’s one of the joys of his life to cause as much trouble as possible.” Two more indecent cries follow.

“I-uh feel like we’re interrupting a private moment.” Sam says as he hurriedly reaches for the wine. Bruce motions for him to pass it down when he finishes, Sam complies.

“If only. Wong is regaling me with the tale of the newest novice to accidentally stick themselves in another dimension.” Stephen says absentmindedly, putting the phone back in his pocket.

“Wait a minute, you’re telling me that’s not even Stark?” Scott asks bursting into giggles again. “It does that for everybody?”

“Yup.” Stephen replies, lips popping on the P.

“Fucking Tony.” Says an amused Bruce.

“Fucking Tony.” Stephen agrees.

---

Steve Rogers and his merry band of pardoned rogues enter the common room as Stephen is meditating.

They pause momentarily, debating whether or not interrupting Stephen is the wisest course of action, but Clint rolls his eyes at his teammates and continues into the room.

“It’s my turn to pick the movie and I am not letting you dipsticks put me off again!”

Natasha rolls her eyes fondly and heads to one of the couches, curling on one side as Sam and Bucky bicker over who gets the other prime viewing spot on the couch. “You always pick the shittest movies, Clint. Don’t try to deny it.”

They settle in to various positions while Clint fiddles with the Blu Ray player.

The title screen for Sharknado: The Fourth Awakens appears on the television and a chorus of groans rings out, Natasha’s the loudest of the lot.

“Really, Barton? Why do you hate us?” Sam gripes as he decides that in order to sit through this, beer and popcorn are needed. He gets up and heads to the kitchen to collect the snacks.

Clint replies with a smirk, “This is cinematic excellence, you heathens.”

“What exactly is a ‘sharknado’?” Bucky asks, dreading the answer. “Tell me it isn’t exactly what it sounds like.”

“But it is exactly what it sounds like. That’s the beauty of it!” Clint looks absolutely gleeful.

Steve and Bucky look at each other, each wondering why this even exists and why someone thinks that four of them are necessary.

As they munch on popcorn and pick apart the absurd stupidity of the film, they forget the sorcerer’s presence in the room altogether. When they find out that April is actually alive, but mostly machine (several jokes are thrown Bucky’s way) and that she seems to be part human, part iPhone they are startled by a powerful cry of Stephen’s name drawn out in the most salacious tone yet.

Stephen is jerked from his meditating with a curse and would have fallen to the ground if not for the Cloak of Levitation keeping him off the floor.

He opens his eyes to the blush of Steve Rogers and smirks and leers from the rest of the ex-rogues.

“May I help you?” Stephens asks, one eyebrow raised.

“Sounds like you get enough ‘help’ as is!” crows Bucky trying unsuccessfully to hold back laughter.

Various sounds of amused agreement from Sam, Clint and Scott follow the statement. The phone moans again, omitting Stephen’s name this time. Steve’s face is almost completely red when he manages to tear his gaze away from Stephen’s amused one.

“Why? Why would Tony do that? That is not for everyone to hear!” Rogers looks ready to combust from embarrassment.

Flying sharks dance across the screen in the background completely forgotten as Stephen tries not to crack a smile at Steve’s obvious discomfort.

“I think he was trying to embarrass me. He wasn’t aware that it was an exercise in futility, but your reactions do give him some small measure of satisfaction.” Stephen gets to his feet carefully and stretches.

Steve is still blushing and Clint is throwing popcorn at him chuckling.

“In any case, Everything I’ve tried to change or silence it has ended in failure, so I have to hope that he’ll get tired of everyone’s reactions and give it a rest. Eventually.” With that, Stephen opens a portal and steps through to the Sanctum.

“I just don’t understand it.” Steve groans as he closes his eyes and thumps back against the couch, hitting Bucky’s leg.

“Well Stevie, when a boy and a boy love each other very much-” Bucky begins.

“And one of them is a shameless slut!” Clint interrupts, tossing more popcorn, this time into his own mouth. Bucky collapses into laughter unable to finish his lesson on the bees and the bees.

Steve drops his face into his hands and wishes the floor would swallow him whole. “I hate you guys.”

---

Stephen is still unsure how exactly they’ve ended up at this point.

Somehow during a routine training exercise (in which Clint is not a part of, yet is there for), Steve Rogers acquires two serrated arrows. Said arrows are sticking out of the affectionately dubbed ‘America’s Ass.’ At Stephen’s gesture, the Cloak of Levitation lifts him with as little movement as possible and floats him quickly to the medbay.

Stephen opens a portal to Metro General in search of Christine. After he locates her, they step through to the medbay and she appears to be just as baffled as he is.

“Why do you people even have an archer? What is the actual point?” She mutters to herself as she slides her hands into a pair of latex gloves.

Stephen finds it difficult to find a positive answer to her question. He floats several instruments and supplies over to the cart next to the bare-bottomed, Captain America. Steve’s teeth are gritted and his fists clenched in discomfort.

Bucky is standing at the head of the gurney trying pathetically to rein in the snickers at the sight Steve makes.

“As you can see, the arrowheads are serrated, so yanking them out would not be ideal. I came straight to get you, so I haven’t determined whether or not they’ve lodged into any bone matter.” Strange offers his observations as the cloak floats back to settle on his shoulders.

Christine approaches the gurney containing the super soldier. “Captain? I’m going to have to get a quick X-Ray to make sure the tip isn’t lodged in your ilium or sacrum, can you hold tight for me while I check?” Stephen is already pushing the XRay machine over to her. She aims the beam and takes 2 images. Seconds later, the images are displayed as a hologram above the XRay machine.

“Good news, Captain, No tips lodged anywhere. That will make extraction much simpler.” Christine smiles at him.

The doors open and Carol steps into the medbay with a stern look on her face. She catches the gaze of both Stephen and Bucky and quirks an eyebrow. “I am not happy to reset the critical incident counter in the training area again, gentleman. Why exactly am I unhappy this time?”

Bucky ducks his head and swallows his laughter while Stephen just shrugs and replies, “Barton felt left out, I guess.”

Christine is dabbing the punctured area of Rogers’ backside with betadine, concentrating on the task at hand. She picks up the forceps and places a hand on Steve’s lower back. “This may pinch a bit, Captain.” Steve lets out a breath. “I’m going to remove the tips now.”

Steve grunts in response and a fist shoots out to grab Bucky’s forearm. Bucky looks down at Steve and his gaze softens a bit at the discomfort on his face. “Just a tick, Punk, the Doc will have you good as new.”

Christine maneuvers the forceps into position and is able to get the first arrow out with little more than a grimace from Steve. She places the arrow on the cart and turns to the second arrow, inserting the forceps into the puncture gently.

*Oh Yesssss Stephen!*

Christine jerks at the sound, causing the arrow to tear into Steve’ glutes. Steve’s grip on Bucky’s arm veers into painful territory. Barnes and Rogers both cry out simultaneously.

“GODDAMMIT, TONY!” Steve shouts, face colouring in pain and mortification.

Stephen fights with every molecule in his body, but is unable to stop the “Language!” admonishment from leaving his lips.

Every single person in the medbay levels a glare at the sorcerer who raises his hands in a gesture of contrition. He is only moderately certain that his smirk is no longer on his face.

---

Stephen is hard-pressed to admit it, but he absolutely loves spending time with Peter. He knows that he still isn’t quite as close to him as Tony is, but Stephen has grown fond of the Spiderling.

They are in Tony’s lab, Peter doing his homework and Stephen analysing the molecular structure of a relic discovered by the master of the newly rebuilt London sanctum. Once stephen is assured that it is in fact magical and not some alien detritus, he joins Peter at the workbench.

They quickly fall into a discussion on microbiology when a filthy moan stretches out for much longer than necessary.

Stephen whips his head to his pocket before hearing the sound of a pen hitting the metal worktop. Strange turns back toward Peter, scandalized. Peter’s face turns bright red and he looks as if he has no idea how to respond to the noise that just came from Stephen’s direction.

“Uh, Mr. Doctor? Is everything alright?”

Stephen exhales slowly, counting to ten before retrieving his phone and glaring at it. No matter how hard Stephen has tried, there is no changing or silencing the embarrassing notifications. Tony refuses to do it himself and while Stephen initially found it irritating at worst and amusing at best, Peter is now being subjected to Tony’s ridiculousness.

“How upset would you be if I murdered Tony? Scale of Lang to Banner.” Stephen asks mildly, rubbing at his temples.

Peter doesn’t seem to have heard the question. His gaze is set resolutely forward, avoiding Stephen’s eyes. After hearing his pseudo father like that…well, Peter needs brain bleach. “Erg…I just. Can’t.”

Unfortunately, Carol chooses this moment to enter the lab. She frowns at the look on Peter’s face and opens her mouth, no doubt to ask him the matter.

Stephen’s phone picks that same moment to literally scream his name. Everyone in the room is struck by a powerful urge to be somewhere else.

“Strange! This has to stop immediately!” Carol barks as she throws her hands in the air.

Peter hurriedly throws his work in his backpack and flees the lab muttering under his breath about therapy and neuralizers. Stephen experiences a wave of disappointment at his time with his Spider child being cut short. Stephen feels the first twitch of serious ire at Tony’s foolishness. “Major Danvers, I assure you I will speak with Tony about this idiotic phone.”

“See that you do, Strange. Peter is going to be confounded for days.” Try as she might, Carol can’t help but feel the tiniest bit amused at the expression on his face as the boy bolted. She turns on her heel and exits as Stephen opens a portal to the penthouse.

---

Carol steels her resolve as she heads down the hallway towards Tony’s office. These interruptions and interjections cannot be allowed to continue. Amongst the Avengers it’s an annoyance, but now Peter is being harrassed and Carol must take action. She knows that Dr. Strange has nothing to do with it, that Tony is the one behind the many disruptions, so Tony is who she’s going to dress down. She reaches his office door and turns the knob.

“Tony, we need to-”

Carol freezes.

Tony is spread over his desk on his back with his shirt ripped open, head hanging down so she can see the blush on his cheeks. His eyes are screwed shut and he is huffing out little breaths. He’s covered in a light sheen of sweat and he looks utterly wrecked. Strange jerks from the other side of the desk, his hands gripping Tony’s hips tightly, eyes closed in concentration or ecstacy, Carol can’t quite tell nor does she want to.

Carol has never appreciated the necessity of knocking as much as she does in this moment.

A loud cry interrupts her mortification and she turns and flees, not remembering whether or not she closed the door behind her.

She nearly collides with Rhodey a few meters down the hall, still bright red.

“Mmm, Stephen!”

Rhodey frowns. “Tony still won’t change Strange’s ringtone?”

Carol manages to flush even deeper and squeaks “S-Something like that!” She speeds down the hall away from Rhodey, who shakes his head in exasperation and continues in the opposite direction.

He reaches the cracked door of Tony’s office and pushes the door open, about to scold Tony Stank for embarrassing Stephen and ignoring Carol. The door is abruptly jerked closed and Rhodey quickly heads in the direction Carol went muttering curses at Tony Stank.

Back in his office, Tony and Stephen have not slowed down in the slightest. Tony is gripping the edge of desk for dear life while Stephen rails into him. Tony is past the point of caring about keeping quiet and lets out a low stream of curses scattered with the sorcerer’s name.

Stephen groans and shifts his hips slightly finding Tony’s hot spot. Tony throws his head back hard enough to hit the desk. Stephen moves a hand from Tony’s hip to grasp his erection, rubbing his thumb along the slit. Three twisting strokes later, Tony is undone. His legs tighten around Stephen’s waist and he comes with a loud cry covering his stomach and chest with his seed. Stephen is not far behind him, coming with a strangled cry, eyes popping open to look at Tony.

Stephen drops forward onto Tony’s chest, huffing at the feel of Tony’s spend on his exposed skin. Tony brings his head up and tangles his fingers in Stephen’s hair.

Stephen pulls Tony off the desk and falls backwards into Tony’s chair, ending up with a lapful of sated mechanic.

“They still giving you shit about your phone?” Tony asks with a sly grin.

Stephen rolls his eyes and kisses Tony to shut him up. The genius knows perfectly well how the Avengers feel as Tony gleefully has FRIDAY send him the more amusing reactions.

“At least they’ll just think it’s your phone when we sneak off in here.” Tony quips.

“I hate to disappoint you babe, but both Carol and James barged in here not 10 minutes ago. I think we’ve scarred them.” Stephen nuzzles into Tony’s neck breathing in his scent.

Tony shrugs, “Well, that’s one way to guarantee knocking in the future.”

Soon after there are no more lascivious interruptions from Stephen’s phone. Tony’s office door also now sports an unnecessarily large ‘Knock, please!’ sign in hot-rod red. It doesn’t seem to be necessary as no one approaches that hallway anymore unless it is absolutely vital.

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coughs so am I allowed to request all of the “salty af munday meme” answers or—

oh my fucking god || @imbruedinfear

strap in y’all ‘cause someone wants to hear me complain

What does someone have to do for an instant unfollow from you?

if you post excessive ooc in quick sucession, i will unfollow you faster than the speed of light. i’ve done it in the past. i will not hesitate to do it in the future. i don’t care if it’s tagged. if i’m on and i see it, you’re gone, my friend.

What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh there was this one dude that legit tried to monopolize one of my old muses on another blog, got upset when i set a main ship for said muse, complained to me nonstop, was trying to use me to get back into rping with my friend group ( which he called “the popular group” for a reason I don’t understand to this day ), only wanted to ship, got pissy over a fucking pokemon au ( if you ever wanna hear about this, lemme know ), tried to insert a ship into every au we made automatically, tried to tell me how to write smut for no reason ( said he would read it and give me tips and everything ffs ), was an asshole to my sister ( who rped way back when but doesn’t anymore ), made several friends of mine uncomfortable to the point of leaving the rp scene for a bit, blamed other people for issues that he honestly had a part in causing, and a bunch of other things that i’m forgetting right now.

i figure that’s the worst because nothing has topped that. nothing. that happened years ago, though, so i’m good now. no one fucks with me like that anymore.

What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

i got about 10 asks from someone when i wanted to do other shit ( my asks that are in the double digits ) ‘cause they wanted me to send them an ask. annoyed me to hell and back and i promptly deleted those asks

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tough shit. i was not in the mood for games and i’m still not.

Has anyone ever tried to steal your blog? Your headcanons? Icons? All that jazz?

not that i know of??? i hope not ‘cause i worked real hard on all this and if you steal anything from me, i’m gonna throw a huge-ass heaping of karma your way.

How many people don’t like you?

i dunno. i’d say none but i know not everyone is going to like me so if you’re out there and you don’t like me, you’re entitled to that. don’t tell me, though, ‘cause i don’t wanna know if you don’t like me.

How many people do you not like?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i don’t really care enough to actively not like anyone. you can annoy me but unless you piss me off and continue to piss me off, you get stuck on the “do not care” list.

Have you managed to stay away from drama?

i give advice when needed on how to avoid whoever my convo partner is talking about and i avoid getting involved. unless it’s like… a close friend or involves a close friend, i refuse to get in the middle of whatever issue people have. i’m not about to have my ass dragged into problems that do not concern me.

i don’t cause drama either so that’s also how i stay away from it. 100% guaranteed to keep you out of drama.

Have you ever been in the middle of drama?

personal/friend drama? yes. rp drama? see above.

none of that was fun btw. it was a lot of me getting angry, being frustrated with certain behaviors, having to cut people out for doing shit/saying shit that they knew they shouldn’t have and refusing to recognize that they have fucked up and use that to change their behavior, etc. it’s draining and not fun and i’m pretty sure it shaved years off my life but y’know, it is what it is. the most i can do about it is look out for myself and keep out of relationships that will put me in those situations again.

Have you ever tried to bring peace to a situation?

no because i used to be friends with people that weren’t straightforward with shit and made excuses instead of changing their behavior. i don’t wanna go into it ‘cause and i can’t remember all the details but boy, peace was hard to come by and it didn’t last long. i wasn’t going to try to bring peace if people didn’t really seem to want it and level with each other.

How long do you stay mad?

depends on what you do, tbh, but it’s a couple hours at least. a couple days at most.

What’s your rp pet peeve? ( i have a lot of these )

playing “find the links” on someone’s blog. if i can’t find your links, i’ll try “/rules”, “/r.”, “/g.” and whatever else i can think of to get your rules and a couple more things to get your muse’s about. however, i shouldn’t have to and it takes little effort to make it so that your links are easily distinguishable from the background. if i don’t find them, i don’t find them. and i don’t follow/follow back

Have you ever forgiven a partner when you shouldn’t have?

nope. not now, not ever.

Have you ever been forgiven when you knew you shouldn’t have been?

i’ve never been in a situation where i’ve had to be forgiven for stuff i’ve done so no.

What fads/trends are you so over?

the first thing i thought of was the fucking double ampersands thing that was everywhere at some point. those annoyed me so much and i’m so glad they’re gone. super small text needs to die too. i may not wear glasses but i sure as shit ain’t straining my eyes to see what you’ve written in 3px font.

honestly, a lot of the excessive aesthetic shit that sacrifices accessibility for #aesthetic

Have you ever rp’d with someone you knew for a fact was abusive but tried to give them a chance/to make up your own opinion on the roleplayer? Did they change or did you understand what people were talking about?

nope, nope. nu-uh. if i knew for a fact that this person was abusive in that moment, i wouldn’t touch them with a ten foot pole. absolutely fucking not.

Have you ever made a public call out post?

-loud snort- hell no.

What has made you completely lose your chill?

honestly? look at my worst experience and that about sums up shit that has made me lose my chill. you really gotta push my fucking buttons to make me mad ‘cause i’m usually pretty laid back.

What do you think about public call out posts?

answered here

A fandom that you feel isn't open and accepting?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i dunno. i’ve only been in one before and that was f.ire e.mblem

A fandom that you feel is open and accepting?

imma be real honest with y’all--the only fandom i’ve been in that i will acknowledge is f.ire e.mblem and i had a pretty sweet time there. i had some ups and downs but it was an overall good experience for me. it was pretty open and inviting in my opinion but i tended to stay away from the douchebags in the fandom ‘cause i just wanted to have a good time there.

Thoughts on duplicates following you?

if i have duplicates of my oc following me, i’ll have a whole fucking cow

Do you agree with reblog karma or is it forced interaction?

i don’t think it’s forced interaction most of the time ( with sentence starters, symbol memes, memes that take literally zero fucking effort to send in ) ‘cause... everyone likes getting stuff, y’know. if you wanna reblog it from someone, just take a moment to send something in if the interaction is feasible. that’s the key thing here. if it’s feasible, then i don’t see the issue with sending something in before you reblog it from someone ( especially if you’re mutuals ). if it isn’t and you just wanna reblog it, reblog it from the source. it’s not that serious.

if someone nitpicks you for rebloging the same meme they did but you reblogged it from the source, i wouldn’t feel too bad. you know what’s best for your muses and if you don’t feel like the meme is cohesive for interactions, then that’s your prerogative and the

Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you?

answered here

Has someone been jealous of you?

i’ve only been told that someone was jealous of me once and it was a long time ago. i have never heard that from anyone again ( not that i remember, at least )

Have you ever been jealous of anyone?

mhm! but it usually comes when i’m feeling super down about my blog and doubting my ocs ( which isn’t often ). when i do get jealous, it’s over interactions and the like and my big dumb galactic brain is like “wow, don’t you wish you had those interactions? don’t you wish you were rping with those people?” and makes me feel bad about the interactions i have, the speed at which i reply, my ocs, how many people are interesting in my ocs, etc. however, this shit doesn’t last long ‘cause i have a bunch of wonderful people that motivate me to get out of that funk and just... focus on what i have instead of what i’m seeing on my dash. i remind myself that i’m here to have fun and i shouldn’t try to match my experience to others’

How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

more formatting, smaller icons, more focus on having a fancy ass theme, more formatting, more callout posts, less communication in some regard, more reminders for communication.more psa posts, more formatting--

honestly, i’ve been on tumblr since 2012 and most of it is a blur lmao. i probably don’t remember everything ‘cause i was.... 15 when i started rping on here. i’m 22 now. i’m sure a lot has changed in seven years but i definitely haven’t seen it all.

Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

i’m currently a fandomless blog and boy, is it a lot more fun XD i have a lot more creative liberty and i can shape the world my muses live in to my liking, as opposed to following or just adding onto what the fandom universe already is. it’s a lot of work and it takes a ton of time but it’s fun and i’m enjoying every second of it!

How salty are you feeling right now?

answered here but i’ll just say it again: not salty. just tired and rambly because holy shit this took a while

#imbruedinfear #🗪 ┊ ⧼ yᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛy ᴄᴀᴛʜyꜱ! ⧽ ⇹ ( asks. )#ツ ┊ ⧼ ᴄᴀᴛᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ⧽ ⇹ ( ooc. )#.i answered ALL those questions #.i hope my salt was enough for you

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