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ok so. bruce. yeah. bruce in love. god. where do we even BEGIN??

⤷ first of all. he doesn’t even know it’s love at first. he thinks it’s concern. which is hilarious. like babe why are you “concerned” that i didn’t text you back for two hours. why are you staring at my location dot like it’s a bomb countdown. why are you outside my building like “you didn’t seem okay.” no, mr bat. that’s called caring. welcome to it

⤷ once he knows he loves you, once it clicks, it’s game over. like. you’ve won. you’ve captured the flag and the bat and the emotionally unavailable man behind the mask. the batcomputer has been updated to prioritise your location. alfred knows your coffee order. and lucius has seen probably your selfies by accident.

⤷ he does grand gestures to make your life easier. he will clear your schedule with a level of quiet power that would make an oligarch weep. he will pull strings you didn’t know existed just so you have an extra day off to rest. you ask how it happened. he just shrugs. says, “someone owed me a favor.” you’re afraid to ask who.

⤷ you try to have a normal night. a cute little stay-in date. movie. popcorn. fuzzy blanket. and he’s like “do you prefer 4K UHD or IMAX formatting??"

⤷ are you dating bruce wayne or being placed under 24/7 romantic surveillance. jury's out. you say “i’m kinda hungry” and 90 seconds later he’s got a reservation at the most soul-crushingly exclusive rooftop in gotham. your heel breaks and suddenly lucius is designing ergonomic stilettos. this man hears “i like daisies” and your apartment now looks like the florists’ union exploded. you cough once and suddenly there's a team of private physicians on standby and your apartment has a retinal scanner. you're like “i’m just going to target” and he’s like “take the reinforced car. with a panic button. and body armor. just in case.” JUST IN CASE WHAT, BRUCE. BLACK FRIDAY??

⤷ you’ll say something dumb like “what if ducks wore pants” and he’ll go all stoic like “ducks don’t have a pelvis structure conducive to that.” and you’re like. ok batman. thank you for that.

⤷ he’s so in love but so terrible at processing it. like he can literally track six mob families at once and somehow still be baffled when you say “i like spending time with you.” he stares. blinks. blue screen. rebooting…

⤷ and god. the possessiveness. like in a batman way. like someone breathes in your direction and he’s already memorizing their dental structure for potential breakage. “i don’t get jealous.” ok. sure. “i simply don't trust their intentions.” uh huh. oh. oh okay. stop being good at this???

⤷ when you fight?? oh boy. it’s a showdown. the emotional cold war. he says something sharp. you throw it back with fire. he’s like “i see you’re being emotional.” and you’re like “i see you’re being a jackass.” doors slam. hours pass. he shows up at your door at 2am with flowers. and a bag. “i brought you jewelry.” REAL FUCKING DIAMONDS. you melt. he wins. he always wins. he hates that he always wins. and then he apologizes. like fr this time. “i was... imprecise. and inconsiderate. i regret that.” you forgive him but you also throw a pillow at him. he cant work well knowing u fought and ur mad at him

⤷ “we have plans tonight. dress practically.” practically for what, bruce. you’re like “can we go to a museum?” and he’s like “i’ve arranged a private after-hours tour with the curator and secured the rooftop for dinner.” and you’re like 😭 i just wanted to see the dinosaurs. can we atleast get pizza. please.

⤷ he’s so awkward when he wants affection. like. he doesn’t ask. he just stands there. near you. like a confused statue. you’re watching tv and he’s lurking in the hallway. not saying anything. not moving. just. present. and when you finally go “do you want a hug??” he’s like “i wouldn’t object.” wouldn’t object. wow.

⤷ he kisses your wrist. not your hand. your wrist. where the pulse is. and it’s so tender you actually forget how to function. he does it like it’s a routine. like muscle memory. like that’s where your lifeline is and he wants to remind you he’s always right there. always.

⤷ he’s like “i cross-referenced your schedule and added buffer time between tasks to reduce burnout.” you’re like “thanks dad.” and he just. blinks. “i’m not your father.” IT WAS A JOKE. I SWEAR TO GOD.

⤷ you get used to the long stares and the over-prepared dates and the sudden security upgrades. you get used to him showing up at 3am because he “heard a rumor about increased gang activity near your block.” (before you moved in with him)

⤷ he won't let you pay for anything. ever. even a coffee. even gum. even when you try to trick him. he will venmo the bodega guy. you will be carrying a tote bag and he’ll grab it and hold it. he insists. he insists. bruce is not casual. about anything. he’s intense. obviously. like. duh. he’s not gonna be normal. about anything, least of all you.

⤷ you’ll be standing next to him at a gala and your heel will start hurting and he’ll murmur, dead serious, “i’ll buy the brand and shut it down.” like. ??? bruce. be normal. please.

(he’s never normal.)

⤷ “i’m not controlling, i’m just ensuring your safety” like ok bro why is there a tracker in my earring

⤷ also he doesn’t like attention. but he likes when you give it to him. likes when you fix his tie. likes when you straighten his cufflinks. likes when you get in his space just to annoy him and he goes “what do you want” dude ur batman figure it out?? tf??

⤷ he's obsessed with your safety. the man just appears. like you didn’t invite him. no one invited him. but you’re walking home and boom. there he is. in the shadows. bro shows up on a fire escape in full batsy costume like “hey” you’ll be like “how did you know where i was” and he’ll blink. once. slow. he’s like “i’m batman.” ok??????? um???????/ did u need something??? police help

⤷ he stares. jesus christtt. always with the staring. like you’ll be brushing your hair or pouring cereal or literally breathing. and he’s just. gazing. contemplative. like he’s solving a goddamn mystery. you’re like “what.” and he says “you’re very…important to me.” and you’re like ??? what does that mean ??? hello ???

⤷ he lets you touch the batsuit once. you make fun of him for it and he gets genuinely offended. but then you kiss him and say “thanks for protecting me batman” and bro almost combusts

⤷ he doesn’t smile a lot. like. ever. except you. you make him smile. and not just smirk smile. like. actual. real. warm smile.

⤷ bruce wayne = terrible texting. like. atrocious. he doesnt like texting. hes too old fashioned istg. he texts like a military directive. “ETA: 3 minutes.” “Location secure.” “Status update?” and then when you send him a heart emoji he replies “❤️ acknowledged.” what does that even mean. you say “did you see that video i sent” and he’s like “i don’t open links from unverified sources, you shouldn't either.” you say “you’re cute” and he just replies with a question mark. like. have you ever spoken to a woman

⤷ he’s TOUCHY but only in this obsessive hyper-controlled way. like hand on the small of your back when you walk into a room. always checking your pulse with his fingers during cuddles like it’s about affection but also science. forehead touches at 3am. wrapping you in his coat even when he’s freezing. “you’re colder than me.” bruce your lips are practically blue. please

⤷ he’s not good with words. but when he does say stuff. it’s always weirdly profound. like you’ll be eating fries in bed (YOUR idea ofc) and he’ll just go. “i never thought i’d have this.” and you’re like. what. fast food? a mattress? my socks??? eating fries in your bed?????? and he’s like “no. peace.” (well yes to the eating fries in bed ... never done that in his life before.. but he wants to try and express his feelings. just let him) and then after he says that you have to go cry in the bathroom for five minutes. oh. ok then. love. i guess.

⤷ you give him the password to your phone. you make him laugh. you keep bandaids in your purse for him. idk what that would do for a gunshot wound but its bat themed bandaids so. he makes you feel safe. like real safe. like apocalypse safe. like kingdom come safe. like ride-or-die safe.

⤷ he’s so tired. all the time. but he never says no when you ask him to stay. even if he’s bruised. even if he’s busy. he’ll sit on your floor in a $20,000 suit and listen to you talk about your weird coworker (who he'll definitely deal with)

⤷ he’s an observer. and not in a creepy way. in the “i’m making sure you’re safe and sound” way. also. like when you’re talking, he’ll catch the little things you don’t say out loud, the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous, or how your hands fiddle with your sleeves when you’re cold. he remembers. every. little. detail.

⤷ speaking of him being an observer, he memorizes everything you say. you mention one time that your mom used to get you those dumb lemon lollipops and three days later they’re in his desk drawer. you joke about wanting a tiara and he deadass bids on one in a silent charity auction and doesn’t tell you. you just find it one day on your nightstand and he’s like. “it’s nothing.” IT’S LITERALLY DIAMONDS???????//?/?

⤷ you make him laugh. maybe not loudly. but it happens. sometimes he’ll chuckle and press his face to your neck and whisper something dry and you’ll cackle and he’ll look at you like you hung the stars specifically for him to stare at from his penthouse window while sipping on a whiskey and thinking about a sense of moral responsibility that’s eaten most of his joy

⤷ he doesn't let anyone else drive you home. ever. unless he's If he’s Batman-ing, then he'll hire a TRUSTED driver that he's done a full background check on (so thoroughly it’s scary). but when he can, he's always there. silent. gloved hands. tired eyes. he's had a long night. he's seen too much. but you're there. and that’s the only thing that makes any of it feel remotely survivable.

⤷ he doesn’t trust people. like at all. like he has backup plans for his backup plans. but he trusts you. like. fully. quietly. deeply. like if you say “i want to move to paris and work in a bookstore” he’ll say “alright. give me a week.” and he’ll find a bookstore. and a brownstone. and a plane. and he’ll go with you. he proves time and time again how much he loves you. again and again. and again.

⤷ he doesn’t fall easily. he doesn’t even stumble. he calculates proximity. projects detachment. he walks around with that stupid little batman jaw and his trillion-dollar trauma and thinks he’s above emotions. thinks love is a vulnerability. a liability. a risk factor. thinks he can out-strategize intimacy like it’s a hostile takeover. ok sir. ok gotham’s most emotionally repressed man. ok batboy (emo depressed edition). until you. oh my god. until YOU.

⤷ suddenly he's looking at your face like it's an encrypted file he can’t crack. HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE BATMAN FOR CHRIST SAKE. what is this??? suddenly he's pulling up in that bulletproof matte black vehicle he calls a car just to drive you three blocks and “make sure you get home safe”. just say you want me to have all your babies?

⤷ he is SOOOOOOOO subtle about it. and by subtle i mean unhinged. he's like "i don’t care." and then buys the company you said your co-worker works at because he thought they were flirting with you. you mentioned liking cats once? now there’s one on his lap.

⤷ oh em gee. you’ll be standing in line for coffee. like a person. and he’ll be behind you. close. closer. hand on your waist like someone might try to steal you and he wants to make sure they know he invented violence. he trained with those damn tibetan monks.

⤷ bros looking down at you like you hold some secret nuclear code. and the cure to....idk world hunger or something. ur his god. he's ur guardian angel that does what he's told. what YOUUU tell him. he folds every time. acts like he's annoyed but like shut up we know you're going to do what i say anyways 🙄🙄🙄 me strong guy me batman blah blah blah

[wonderjanga]

Superman asks Billy if he was molested as a child because the JL believes he had his kids super young. Billy, who was NOT paying attention, just kinda goes, "Yeah." In his best,"I was totally paying attention voice, "which just happens to sound like he was trying not to cry because Billy was trying to make that yes not sound like a question. Que the JL being all concerned, asking who did it to get vengeance, offering therapy. Billy has no clue what he just agreed to. Freddy just goes along with it because he thinks they're in too deep at this point. None of them asked Mary for advice yet, but she somehow knows, and she thinks they are all unbelievably stupid.

Marvel: “Yeah.” *distracted, looking out the window of the Watchtower*

Junior: *doing a bunch of flips over and over in space*

Supes: “Oh.” *doesn’t know what to say to that* “I’m so sor—”

Marvel: “Excuse me for a minute.” *walks off to go stop Freddy’s tomfoolery*

Batman and Supes: *watches him go*

Supes: “Oh my God.”

Batman: “I know.”

Supes: “Oh my God!”

Batman: “I know.”

Supes: “Should we go apologize to him??”

Batman: “…No. Yes.”

Supes: “Which one is it?”

Batman: “I… don’t know.”

Supes: “How do you not know!? I’m just gonna assume that that means yes, we should apologize!”

Batman: “Yes, that’s probably true. We should also see if we can convince the Captain to attend a therapy appointment.”

Supes: “If the way he said that was any indication, yeah, we do.”

*silence*

Supes: “We should also get some type of vengeance shouldn’t we?”

Batman: “Yes, we do.”

Supes: “I’ll write something that’ll absolutely trash his or her reputation.”

Batman: “I’m going to pull some strings to ruin their credit score.”

Supes: “My stories gonna get them so ruined they won’t be able to be hired everywher— you can do that?” *horrified*

Batman: “Of course I can.”

[chigsprincess]

Omg hi!! I love your works, they’re all so nicely made 😽😽!! (Don’t die to a blender pls ur too awesome sauce😋)

Anyways, I have a request (I came up with it late at night so hear me out PLEASE) I was thinking of bllk x reader, where the two get caught hanging out/on a date when the public doesn’t know that they are dating you. I understand if this is not worded correctly and sounds weird, but anywho thank you!!

Exposed

a/n: dw! it sounded totally fine, thank you so much for requesting, and i hope you have an awesome day!

getting caught when your relationship is still private - h.chigiri, r.itoshi, m.kaiser, y.isagi, s.barou

Chigiri Hyoma

One date in a public place couldn’t hurt. You two even chose a remote location for it. Hell, he wore some disguise too. (If you can call sunglasses indoors that.)

You tell him he dressed up like he is about to rob this place. He just pouts.

His fans immediately recognize him tho. Doesn’t even take a full 15 minutes.

“Oh my god, is that him?” whispers someone, followed by the unmistakable click of a camera.

He just lets out a sigh and shrugs “Guess we are trending tonight.”

He grabs your hand boldly, not hiding it, but also not making a big scene, and walks you back to the car with calm confidence.

When a fan asks him: “Who’s your date?” he cheekily replies:

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

then winks and shuts the car door behind you.

Social media explodes. Fans are divided between mourning the loss of their!!!! Princess and zooming in to ID you.

Itoshi Rin

He arrives at the restaurant wearing a baseball cap pulled low, a dark coat, and a stupid mask. He’s not trying to be seen; in fact, he dreads it.

You tease him about being so dramatic: “You act like the paparazzi are waiting behind every menu.”His reply? A low, dry, “They usually are.”

The dinner actually went pretty well, no fans, no media, no nothing, but then came the walk back to the car.

He immediately hears a camera clicking, and, lets go of your hand by instinct.

You start to step away, but he grabs your wrist. Not aggressively, but like he needs you close.

As flashes start to go off, he turns away from the cameras and mutters a cold, “Unbelievable.”

When asked, “Is that your partner?”, he doesn’t answer. Just shoots a piercing glare that shuts the question down instantly.

A week later, he posts a single photo on his, rarely used Instagram story: a picture of your linked hands resting on his lap, no faces, just a caption: “Mine.”

Isagi Yoichi

It’s been almost a month since you two last saw each other, so when he asked you for a date, he kinda forgot you two haven’t announced your relationship yet.

He greets you with a huge smile and an even bigger hug, the kind that lifts you a little off the ground.

A fan across the street spots him mid-laugh, leaning in close to you. They try to be subtle, but the flash goes off. And then another.

He visibly panics for a split second. “Oh nooo,” he mutters, half-laughing, half-dying inside.

His first instinct is to apologize:

“I’m so sorry are you okay with this? I can ask them to delete it! I’m sure they will.”

He knows it’s a lost cause.

You just laugh it off and tell him you don’t mind.

Later that night, he's pacing while scrolling social media, muttering, “Okay, it’s not that bad. I only panicked a little. That’s fine. That’s totally fine.”

You tell him he was cute. He blushes, but replies confidently: “Yeah? Well… I’ve got more moves where that came from.” (Immediately trips over a shoe afterward. Still cute.)

A few days later, he posts a selfie of you both with half your faces cropped out, captioned: “About time I got caught. Not mad.”

Kaiser Michael

He doesn’t wear a disguise. He wears designer sunglasses at night, his hair perfect, jawline immaculate a walking PR headline.

You ask him whether he really thinks this won’t earn him attention, but he just smirks and shrugs his shoulders.

Shameless. hand on your lower back, arm around your shoulder, brushes your hair behind your ear. he doesn’t hide a damn thing.

“Careful. You keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget we’re in public.” You just look at him with a deadpan expression. “Seems to me you already forgot.”

You get caught almost immediately by paparazzi hanging across the street, and fans whispering excitedly nearby.

He kisses you on the cheek right in front of the cameras, then adds “Get my good side, yeah?”

He does an interview a few days later and casually mentions you like it’s common knowledge. “Yeah, they’re amazing. Gorgeous, and smart, makes better coffee than my nutritionist. Don’t know how I landed them, honestly. Actually- no. I do. Look at me.”

You just roll your eyes when you watch it later.

Barou Shoei

He picks a secluded restaurant with private dining options and tinted windows. The kind of place you have to know someone to get into.

When you show up, his whole face melts, his shoulders drop, and his lips quirked up just a little. “There you are.”

You’re leaving the restaurant, walking toward the car, when someone spots him. “Holy shit, that’s Barou!”

Cameras click. Fans whisper. Then one of the braver ones asks: “Is that your partner?”

He steps in front of you immediately. Instinctively protective.

He doesn’t say a word. Just glares so hard that the nearest phone lowers itself.

A few days later, his team’s official social media posts a picture of him post-game. You in the background, holding his water bottle. Fans lose it.

He finally gives in and posts a blurry photo of you wearing his hoodie, with a caption: “Yeah. They’re mine. Stay out of it.”

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[reveluving]

till kingdom come; bucky barnes x reader

summary: the missus comes home to her two, oddly identical needy sweethearts.

warnings: implied s~mut (minors DNI!), sweet & touchy Bucky (established relationship), Reader can be an Avenger/with a Z or a standalone vigilante (also your choice if she has powers or not!), loads of Alpine moment because we love the dear girl, loads of bantering, not much Thunderbolts* spoilers I think!

a/n: brought to you by @navybrat817 because 'a kindred spirit' just warmed my soul from the inside out, and this was kinda inspired by her fic, was gonna make it a s~mut but I blanked out at the end. STILL, I am so willing to hear all the spicy details you might've imagined them doing (literally desperate), so don't be shy on me!! please enjoy, take care & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» implied s~mut includes: desperate & touchy Bucky tearing your top off and touching your tits, because he needs you so :((

'The sight that never failed to cause a stutter in his heart, the butterflies in his stomach, however one could describe their beloved, even if words failed to express their very being.' ;

Seeing Alpine after a day's work, or in this case, weeks' worth of work, was always a soothing balm to your soul, and the same could be said for the white feline.

Her tail standing up straight, almost doing her little signature 'tippy-taps' on the foyer floor as she greeted you at the door, staring up at you with her bright blue eyes.

"Hello," You greeted with a lilt upon closing the door behind you, placing your bag down to lift the sweet girl in your arms, "How's my silly lil' girl?" 

Alpine let out a little 'mrrp!', kneading at your top.

“Yeah? Were you behaving for daddy dearest?” You asked with the name you knew Bucky pretended not to like, as if you wouldn't catch the little tug at the corner of his lips each time you would use it.

Alpine tilted her head, the cutie, as if taking a playful offence for even asking her that.

“You're right, you're always behaving, aren't you? Unlike him.” You teased, bringing her close to your face.

Immediately, the sweet cat nuzzled into your face like it was her only chance. Purring up a storm and tickling your nose to ensure you really had her scent, especially considering how long you have been away.

“Oh, I know, I missed you, too,” You cooed, nuzzling back and letting the ball of fluff heal you inside out with her motorboat purrs the same way you would ease her mind with your presence, “Sweet girl, best girl!”

You both are.

Bucky thought to himself, having heard your return, your little tease of calling him ‘daddy dearest’, and your little reunion of snuggles and kisses with the feline.

As much as it pained him not to move from the kitchen to shower you with all the love and yearning he had within him, no matter the number of calls you had had, Alpine was faster, taking advantage of him, also putting away the confidential documents here and there as he ate.

One could say she technically cheated, having waited in the foyer for your return after overhearing Bucky's call with you.

In her mind, Bucky's mood lifting and eyes lighting up more than the usual calls he has had equals her mother's return. 

Smart kitty, after all.

And, well, who was Bucky to get in the way of his favourite girls’ reunion?

Not especially with the airplane ears and the swipes of her paws at him at every given moment, the man she was adopted by was nowhere close to you. 

She, for the most part, was being playful, but one could also say she made a good argument with her occasional crab walking at him for ‘ruining the moment’.

“Alright, pretty girl, let's go see how he's doing. Lead the way!” You placed her down, and like a soldier on duty, she took the lead, striding into the kitchen where Bucky was.

There, entering through the doorway after the feline, was none other than the woman of his life. 

The sight that never failed to cause a stutter in his heart, the butterflies in his stomach, however one could describe their beloved, even if words failed to express their very being.

“Congressman Barnes.” You smiled in a faux sickeningly sweet manner, playfully fluttering your lashes at the man who had taken his suit and dress shirt off, leaving him in his undershirt and slacks.

He fondly scoffed, but his legs were moving, crossing the room and pulling you to his chest with his right arm.

“Hi.” You greeted once more, unable to help the chuckle that left your lips, granting you the sight of him softening more than he already had when you walked in, smiling down at you.

“Hi, yourself,” He responded, his voice low like it was intimate, and truth be told, it was. Always been, be it at home or in public. It was always just you and him, “Al first, huh?”

“She was at the door first.” You justified without missing a beat.

“Heard our call, she knew.” He argued, having the audacity to pout, even if it was subtle.

“Excuses, excuses.” You tutted, “And I called you. Guess she missed me more.”

He shut you up by latching his lips onto your neck, forcing out a giggle that bubbled in your throat shortly after a gasp.

“Buck, c’mon, I need a shower!” You wiggled, finding it impossible even for a man who didn’t have his Vibranium arm at the moment.

“Excuses, excuses.” He echoed, and you could practically feel the smile against your shoulder as he tickled your skin with his heavy stubble.

He peppered your skin with kisses, from your shoulder up to your neck and jaw, before tilting your head up, caressing your chin as he stared down at you with a loving look.

Returning the smile, you kissed his thumb, moving off his hold when he had loosened a tad despite his huff of protest. Opening the dishwasher, you reached for the Vibranium arm and then the clean kitchen cloth with the other hand.

“I sincerely hope you cleaned all the gunk or dirt out before you decided to use our dishwasher like a laundry service.” You jested, wiping off the extra condensate before helping him put it on. He let you, his heart fluttering each time you did without question, before giving the limb a good swing.

“Sounds like someone doesn’t have good faith in me.” He mused aloud, taking the opportunity to pull you in once more.

“I’m just reminding.” You shrugged, lightly drumming your fingers on his clothed chest.

Truly, besides the… Odd events with the ‘Avengerz with a Z’, there was never a dull moment with you, in or out of gear.

“Sure,” Resting his forehead against yours, one arm around you and the other rubbing up and down your back, he murmured, “And for the record, I missed you more.” 

Oh, and Alpine took offence to that. 

Clearly, given the immediate ‘airplane mode’ in her ears as she listened on and stayed around on the kitchen island near the spread of Mexican food takeaway, but the feline of mischief had a plan.

She toddled out of the kitchen, and you both knew she was up to something. You and Bucky shared a look, and while it took a moment, the second he heard a rustle of clothes in the laundry room, he stiffened.

“Al, Al–!” He began, panic beneath the firm tone, only to shut up when she returned. returned with the pristine white dress shirt he had tossed in the laundry basket after a little accident.

“Bucky! Again?” You gaped, reaching for the shirt to inspect the stain near the buttonholes, “First pizza, now, what tacos?”

He dared to give you what one would’ve described as a meek, ‘boxy’ grin.

“I–It just happened,” He reasoned lamely, though it was mostly true, “When you called.”

“Which… was an hour ago.” You raised a brow. 

Well.

“I was going to get it off, honest,” He persisted, playfully narrowing his eyes at Alpine, who, in her feline way, looked all too proud to throw him under the bus, “And the call was forty-two minutes ago. I counted, and I got most of it off under running water.”

You weren’t sure why it dawned upon you then, but it did, adding, “Your arm’s not in the dishwasher because of work.”

But because of the damn sauce.

“Bucky!” You playfully nudged his side, your smile widening because you knew you had him figured out, all thanks to his ‘trusty sidekick’.

“I had it under control,” He groaned, but despite it all, he knew that you knew he would’ve gotten it taken care of. You just love to give him shit, the same way he loved pretending to whine and give faux, lame excuses to see you smile, and when he did see it, he squeezed you tighter, closer, “I’m doing my best ‘round here.”

You snorted, watching him reach for a nacho, loaded with proteins and fat, all the good stuff for nights like these.

“Open.” He commanded, his tone lighter, just like his demeanour since you were back home.

“Is this bribery?” You grinned.

“Would you say no to this bribery?” He argued back with an equally lighthearted tone.

Touché.

You shared a laugh, having a little dinner party with the three of you, your own family, each of you deserving one another like the next. Food was leagues better than what you had to settle for, given either a time crunch or lack of accessibility, your not-so-humble abode was still the embodiment of warmth and homey, and nothing could beat the company you could come home to.

Like Bucky, Alpine remained glued to your side, taking little chances to paw at your hand for a pat or a kiss on the head, and when the reunion dimmed down, she figured she was satisfied with all the attention she received from you, akin to making sure you were truly alive and well.

Bucky insisted on getting the dish washed and the laundry cleaned up, both his stained dress shirt and your set of clothes from your trip, considering you had just returned after a few long weeks. How you were able to convince him otherwise, opting for the laundry while he dealt with the dishes, was beyond him, but you always had a way to do so.

You carried Alpine to the cat tower in the living room, giving her a few last goodnight kisses before watching her curl up in a ball.

Not too long after, you carried your bag, along with Bucky's shirt, to the laundry room, your senses immediately met with the familiar scents lingering. The warm white light only added to the calming feeling as you separated the necessary, opting to wash the lighter ones first in hopes that the stain would be gone as much as possible.

In the midst of your little chore, you heard footsteps approaching. You weren't alarmed—they were familiar—nor did you turn around as Bucky embraced you from behind.

His hands roamed ever so slowly, nosing the sensitive area between your neck and shoulder.

“Might wanna take these off…” He murmured, tugging at the hem of your top.

You chuckled, not fully realizing the sheer desperation within him, “In a bit, Buck.”

But, oh, he was insistent.

“Take it off.” He muttered against your skin once more, his hands slipping under your top.

Your breath hitched, turning your head to see his eyes fluttering closed, breathing in the scent of you. Suddenly, you were just aware how… Needy he seemed.

When he looked up at you through lidded eyes, he slowly leaned in, capturing your lips with his for a kiss. Gentleness belied his desperation, though, in all honesty, he wanted you to know.

“Take it off.” He repeated against your lips, feeling you jump a tad when his metal arm brushed along the warmth of your tummy, and suddenly, he shoved your bra over your breasts, squeezing your tits in a way that was a shy away from being rough.

Brazen.

In need.

“Off, or I'm taking it off you.” He ordered this time, despite keeping his voice low, and that made the tension all the more heady.

But before you could even come anywhere close to your senses, you gasped at the unmistakable rip before the top lay torn on the floor. He turned you around, forcing you against the washing machine to meet his gaze once more, unyielding as though he had one thing and only one thing in mind.

Leaning once more, he brushed his stubble along your cheek, taking his time dragging his hands up your back before unhooking your bra.

“I said to take it off, didn't I?” He tutted, feigning disappointment as he tossed the undergarment to the laundry basket, “I'll get you another one. I'll get you plenty.”

He had the means for it, and God forbid he didn't because he'd still find a way to do anything for you.

“What do you say we… Turn in early tonight, get you cleaned up, changed…” His lips paused at your cheek, as if he just thought of something, “Or don't. Wouldn't mind you in nothing in bed either. Just wanna take care of you…”

You could only rest your hands on his chest, toying with the soft cotton beneath your fingers, “You want that? Take care of me?”

You could've sworn he hid a growl at that. 

Wanted? He needed to take care of you.

“I want nothing more.” He replied, his hands descending to your rear and feeling you move closer at the gesture.

And who were you to deny him that?

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» a/n: also, i am just learning that an undershirt is more or less the US counterpart of a singlet sooo yeah ;; gorgeous divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 1st June ✨

God, the audio drama was good this week!!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (192) Oh nooo, Shank 🥺 You were a murderous pig man, but you were my murderous pig man! It’s so sad to see all the fracture lines between characters really come out in this season. Johanna and Russell could have been such a game-changing friendship if she’d stayed loyal! But then, we know how the Wicker kids were raised and Shank killed her brother so there is an inevitability to her actions. Cole is SUCH an interesting character and such a good (imo) portrayal of someone in the police force who really doesn’t believe he’s perpetuating harm. It’s nothing new for me to say that I adore the writing in this show, but you just KNOW that he was thinking ‘what would Clem do’ when calling the Fiddle off to go find Danielle. It’s like he’s justifying the ‘reasonable force’ to achieve his goals. He’ll get Shelby with his centipede thing, but he won’t kill her. It’s so messed up!

🧳 Travelling Light @monstrousproductions (47) I think we should all be writing pamphlets entitled: My Truth And What Ought Be Done About It. Oh, yeah, totally, Traveller. Not telling someone how you feel because ‘it’s in their best interests’ is soooo noble. [Fond] Idiots. The pair of them are idiots.

🍎 @notquitedeadpod (XLVIII) Oh my GOD. I listened to this ep twice in order to really process my feelings about it all but I still couldn’t! Damn. I keep reflecting on the fact that when Neige was introduced, I was here every Sunday talking about how much I didn’t trust him. HA. I mean, we know he’s still keeping things from Alfie but Casper you [insert expletive that is probably too strong for Audio Drama Sunday]!!!!! I honestly think I really bought that he was a good guy and it was the secretive nature of the vampirism issue that was drawing Alfie away from family and society but GOD, all the signs were there that he was, as Leon so beautifully put it ‘manipulative and hateful in that specific kinda woe is me way’. GOD. Someone please drop the ep number of the scene in the woods because I need to relisten!

We also know that Casper thought of the vampires as dead (makes it easier to do fucked up experiments on them, I guess!) but what did he think of the children they ‘treated’??? Did he justify turning Alfie in this way? There’s also all this stuff about the different types of vampire and it potentially being something that was curable. Lads, I heard there’s a haematologist on the run to Paris. . . in case that’s something you want to investigate?? I sure hope Hayley doesn’t get bitten and need curing . . . that would be sooooo not wild and fun to listen too . . . I would hate to have them racing against the clock to save new vampire Hayley . . . . It’s going to be soooo juicy if Alfie has to decide whether to be cured or not. We already know how much he misses his family.

ALSO there was one sneaky line about how Alfie’s recordings are mainly hours of silence and how he’ll have to edit it down. Are we - ?? Are we listening from the end? It’s scary to think that there is an end point that we’re listening from and all this is stuff that happened, not stuff that’s happening. It’s really shifted my perspective on the recordings! Knowing NQD, there’ll be a whole lot more angst before we get to the end!

Also, hard agree with Alfie about nurses being school bullies vs the nicest people you’ve ever met, though, of course, the really awful ones go and become prison officers 🙃

🎃 Waiting For October by @monkeymanproductions (8.5) No spoilers as I’m not sure if this will have been released by the time I post! Such a lovely monologue and I’m choosing to interpret our feline friend as THE feline friend! I’ve loved this first season and I hope that the team have a restful break before coming back for season two!

🧋 @hinaypod (TYM 2) Eek! Mary-Ann! That’s my girl! I do hope we do get to meet her properly in the main narrative soon 👀

🔮 @spiritboxradio (1.37-1.39) UHOH who gave the repressed teenager the power to summon a hot florist???? Surely this is a power that will never be - oh, too late. I’ve been trying to carve out time this week to give the season finale the listening respect it deserves. So excited to listen next week when I have more time!

💍 @forgedbondspod (19) Oh Hermesssss! I’m so glad he has Hephaestus now to talk some sense into him. Unrequited love is an awful feeling (even if it is requited and you just have your head in your arse!). Dion/Apollo fwb is so funny to me and tbh I would also shoot my brother with an arrow to avoid discussing his sex life. Valid.

🥊 @killjamxxx (03 -05) Who’s doing the music? Give them a raise!! What an absolutely stunning set of eps! Bellamy and Faustina are such a fantastic pairing (for the audience lol). Desperation meets talent! What could go wrong! I love how innocent Faustina is for someone who kills people for an entertainment! She has morals! She has rules! She’s been groomed!! Also OBSESSED with Shankhill being a Responsible Dad. I love this show 😭

Have a great week! 💙

[thollandsgirl2013]

How are you doing ? I was an idea for a series or one-shot for a Peter Parker x fem Stark reader. For a PDHPE assessment at Midtown High School, students are paired up with "fake" relationships assigned to them, with the intention of simulating real-life scenarios—however, one unsuspecting couple which is Peter and Y/n unexpectedly develops genuine feelings for each other, blurring the lines between what was supposed to be a mere exercise.

Hi! So, I’ll be honest, I had no idea what a PDHPE assessment was at first 😅 and had to do a little digging. Once I realized it was more of a fantasy-style prompt, it actually fit really well with a Stark!Reader storyline. Hope it’s close to what you imagined, and that you enjoyed watching Peter Parker fall head over heels for his assignment partner💙✨

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞… 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Fake dating, Friends to lovers, Fluff, Humor, Stark Sarcasm, Protective Tony, Flash being Flash, Mild language, PDA.

Summary → What started as a fake dating project turns real fast.

(gif not mine)

You were already halfway checked out the moment your PDHPE teacher, Ms. Calder, wrote “Relationship Simulation Project” across the whiteboard in big Pink letters.

You blinked at it.

Peter, two rows over, tilted his head like a confused golden retriever.

And Flash whispered (loudly), “Is she seriously making us fake date? This is not what I signed up for when I chose PE over Drama.”

You leaned over to MJ, eyebrow raised. “What the hell kinda Black dimension lesson plan is this?”

Ms. Calder clapped her hands for attention like a chaotic game show host.

“Okay, class! So to explore interpersonal communication, compromise, and emotional regulation, you'll be paired up to simulate a romantic relationship for one week. Each pair will complete a daily journal, a conflict resolution worksheet, and plan a 'mock date' together. This is for assessment, people.”

A few groans echoed around the room. Peter Parker turned an impossible shade of red.

You muttered, “If I wanted forced intimacy, I’d go to another Stark family therapy session.”

“Names are being randomly chosen,” Ms. Calder went on. “No swaps, no trades, no take-backs. This is about working with people outside your comfort zone. Growth, people.”

You rolled your eyes. “Growth can kiss my a—”

“—nd our first pair is…” She glanced at her tablet. “Peter Parker and Y/N Stark.”

The silence was so loud you could hear the metaphorical record scratch.

You blinked once. Then twice.

Peter looked like he had stopped breathing. Fully frozen. His pen dropped out of his hand and rolled off the desk with a dramatic little clatter.

MJ snorted quietly beside you.

“Oh my God,” you said under your breath. “I’m going to fake date a human golden retriever.”

She elbowed you. “Didn’t you say you haven’t seen him since that mission briefing last week where he knocked over two mugs and called you ‘dude’ twice?”

“That was three mugs,” you muttered, “and he also called me ‘sir’ once by accident.”

Meanwhile, Peter was frantically gathering his things to come sit beside you. He bumped into the desk. Then the chair. Then his own knee.

You raised your hand as he awkwardly took the seat next to you.

“Quick question,” you said dryly. “Do I get hazard pay for babysitting a nervous breakdown?”

Ms. Calder smiled like she hadn’t heard you. “Try to treat this seriously, class. Think of it as a way to learn about yourself, and each other.”

You turned to Peter with a half-smirk. “So… boyfriend. Long time no see. Ready to fake love me for a grade?”

He coughed. Choked on his own spit. Literally.

“Y/n! I—uh—hi. Yeah. I mean. Sure. Girlfriend. Wow. Okay. This is fine. I’m fine.”

You leaned back in your chair. “You’re already sweating, Parker. This is gonna be fun.”

Peter just nodded, trying to look casual while dying inside.

You raised an eyebrow. “You're already short-circuiting and we haven't even started. You're lucky I'm used to tech malfunctions.”

Peter let out a laugh that was mostly panic. “Um. Yeah, fake dating. Cool. Fun.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Weird how I’ve seen you literally throw a bus across a street and this is what breaks you.”

He groaned softly. “Please don’t tell Mr. Stark I choked on my own spit when you said ‘boyfriend.’ ”

You smirked. “Depends. You plan on doing anything else embarrassing today?”

Peter looked genuinely concerned. “Should I say yes just to mentally prepare?”

You leaned back in your chair with a shrug. “Honestly? Yeah.”

Oh yeah. This was gonna be chaos.

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You told yourself it was still just an assignment.

Even when Peter brought you real flowers to your “mock date.”

Even when his hand lingered way too long during your “communication trust exercise.”

Even when he sent you goodnight texts that said “sleep well, Y/N :)” like it was just for homework.

You were a Stark. You didn’t catch feelings. Feelings caught you and then got yeeted into the sun.

At least, that’s what you told yourself until you were ten minutes into your second fake date, sitting side by side at the local boba place Peter picked, knees touching under the table and you realized:

Peter Parker was kind of… devastatingly sweet.

And kind. And funny. And soft. And awkward. And nervous in a way that was weirdly endearing, like he wanted to impress you but didn’t want you to know he wanted to impress you.

“You don’t have to hold my hand the whole time,” you teased, looking down where his fingers were wrapped gently around yours.

His ears turned bright red. “R-right! Sorry! I just—Ms. Calder said physical affection boosts realism and—uh—I can let go, I wasn’t trying to—”

You smirked and squeezed his hand. “I’m messing with you, Parker. Relax.”

“Oh,” he said, clearly short-circuiting again. “Cool. Haha. Relaxing. I am relaxed.”

He was not relaxed.

You tilted your head and studied him for a moment, your tone softening.

“You’re doing really well, y’know. You’re not half-bad at this fake boyfriend thing.”

His eyes flicked to yours, hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, surprised at how much you meant it. “Honestly… I think you’re kind of better than most real ones.”

He blushed so hard he nearly combusted.

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DAY 4: Texting for the ‘assignment’

Peter: hey so i’m supposed to check in with my fake gf or i fail romantic communication

You: wow. tragic.

Peter: i know. pls answer this or i’ll have to write a poem about my emotional decay

You: ngl i kinda wanna see that

Peter: rude. i’m a sensitive artist.

You: ok ok. i had a good day. fake bf check-in: 8/10. could use more boba.

Peter: noted. fake gf deserves the world (and also extra boba)

You stared at your phone way too long after that one.

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DAY 5: Jealousy hits like a truck.

You were walking out of class when Flash suddenly appeared like a gremlin summoned by drama.

“Hey Stark,” he grinned, draping an arm over your shoulders. “If this whole fake thing with Parker doesn’t work out, you know where to find me.”

You blinked at him. “The trash?”

Peter was a few steps behind you, arms crossed, clearly trying so hard not to look bothered.

When Flash strutted off, Peter mumbled, “You know, you really don’t have to flirt back just to keep it realistic…”

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

He froze. “N-nothing! I mean, it’s fine, I’m not mad! Or jealous. Or—uh—noticing. You can flirt with whoever. Because we’re fake. Haha. Totally fake.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You good, Webs?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-yeah. Totally. Just… don’t date Flash. Even fake-dating Flash would be a crime against humanity.”

You laughed. But something weird and warm fluttered in your chest.

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Later, you were walking together toward the compound’s garage when he offhandedly said,

“I used to have this thing for Liz, but that feels like… forever ago.”

You nodded casually, but your smile dropped half a centimeter.

Used to. Past tense. Cool. Why did that sting?

“...She’s not you though,” Peter added quickly, without even looking at you.

You stopped walking.

“What?”

He blinked. “What?”

You squinted at him. “Did you just compare me with her?”

Peter turned crimson. “NO I—well—I mean yes? B-but I didn’t mean it like that, I just—I mean you’re—you’re you, and she was—wasn’t.”

You stared at him for a second. “That was maybe the dumbest sentence I’ve ever heard.”

He buried his face in his hands. “I deserve that.”

You smirked. “Yeah. But… thanks. I think? ”

You kept walking, but now your heart was doing that stupid flutter thing and you had to pretend you weren’t smiling like an idiot.

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Final day of the project.

You sat in the back row of PDHPE, arms crossed, watching another pair present their “reflection” with forced smiles and robotic delivery. You and Peter were up next.

Your brain was not focused on the assignment. It was spinning with the emotional chaos of the past week, the “practice” holding hands, the late-night texts, the jealousy, the way Peter looked at you like you were the only person on the planet.

Which, rude, because he wasn’t supposed to make you feel like this.

Feelings? For Peter Parker?? That was so not in your schedule.

You cleared your throat. Time to deploy your defense mechanism: Sarcasm, Stark-style.

“You ready, Fake Boyfriend?” You whispered, elbowing him.

Peter looked nervous but smiley. “Only if you’re ready, Fake Girlfriend.”

God, he had the audacity to look at you with those soft brown eyes and mean it.

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s get this cringe-fest over with.”

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The two of you stood in front of the class. Your slideshow behind you was mostly Peter’s doing, because let’s be honest, you were good at many things, but formatting Google Slides without adding memes of your dad or the Avengers in pajama pants was not one of them.

Peter started off with the basic summary:

“Over the last seven days, we explored different aspects of relationship-building like communication, empathy, and conflict resolution—”

You cut in, deadpan:

“—And somehow didn’t kill each other. A modern miracle.”

Everyone laughed. Peter blushed. You smirked.

Then came the reflection part.

Peter shifted awkwardly. “Um. So. Personally… I learned that sometimes, pretending something is real can accidentally, maybe, kinda… feel real.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You glanced sideways. He wasn’t looking at the class. He was looking right at you.

You blinked and whispered, “Is that in the notes, or are you just going off-script?”

He shrugged, nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Off-script.”

Your heartbeat was not listening to you anymore.

You turned back to the class with a too-casual shrug. “Well. I learned that boys who bring you boba and blush a lot might actually be tolerable.”

More laughter. But your voice cracked a bit, just at the end.

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After class.

You bolted down the hallway, trying to collect your thoughts, only to hear sneakers skidding behind you.

“Y/N—wait, hey—can we talk for a second?”

You turned, arms folded, doing your best impression of Not A Girl With Feelings.

“About what? Our fake relationship? Or the part where you made it all confusing by being, like… weirdly sweet and real boyfriend-y and—ugh—nice?”

Peter blinked. “You thought I was sweet?”

“Don’t push it.”

He stepped closer, looking a little breathless. “Okay. I know we were supposed to be pretending. But I wasn’t pretending when I said it felt real. Because… it did. You feel real.”

You stared at him. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

He swallowed. “I mean… you’re always sarcastic and you act like nothing phases you. But I see you. You take care of people. You remember the tiny stuff. You roll your eyes, but you never walk away.”

Your wall cracked, just a little. “That’s......dumb. You’re dumb.”

Peter laughed, a little shy. “I know. But I like you anyway.”

You blinked, heartbeat absolutely feral now. “You do?”

“I-I do.”

He stepped a little closer. His voice lowered, nervous and hopeful.

“Can I kiss you? Like… for real?”

You bit your lip. “For the assignment?”

He smiled. “No. For me.”

You hesitated for a breath. Then whispered, “Okay. But just so you know… It's my first kiss but I'll still grade harshly.”

He leaned in. Gentle. Warm. Soft like a secret.

And fireworks. Literal brain static. You barely registered the way your hand reached up and grabbed his hoodie to pull him a little closer, just to be sure this was real.

When you pulled back, both of you were blushing messes.

Peter grinned. “So… real boyfriend now?”

You smirked. “Guess so, Parker. Don’t screw it up.”

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Peter didn’t think the day would end like this.

Standing in the Tower kitchen. Shirt slightly wrinkled. Lips slightly swollen. Heart? Absolutely sprinting.

You were sitting on a stool across the island, trying (and failing) to hide your smirk behind a mug of tea. Because, well… your dad had entered the chat.

And he did not look thrilled.

Tony Stark stood there, arms folded, brows raised in that very I’m not mad, just… disappointed. And maybe preparing to nuke your soul kind of way.

“I thought,” Tony said slowly, “this whole ‘pretend boyfriend’ thing was for an assignment. You know. Educational purposes. Graded participation. Harmless simulation.”

Peter swallowed. “It—uh. It was. Originally. I swear.”

Tony raised one brow like he was about to pull up a PowerPoint labeled LIES.

“So when exactly,” he asked, voice dangerously calm, “did this turn into my daughter shoving her tongue down your throat on my security footage?”

You choked on your tea. Peter looked like he might faint.

“Mr. Stark, I swear, it wasn’t—like—planned, I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what? Fall head-over-webs for Stark Baby #1? Accidentally catch feelings during a state-mandated fake dating project? Grow up, Parker. That’s literally the plot of every romcom ever.”

Peter blinked. “So… you’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m mad,” Tony said, sipping his espresso. “I’m furious. Because I trusted you to be an awkward little nerd with no game. And here you are. Pulling moves.”

You leaned forward, grinning. “Dad. Chill. It’s not that deep.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Y/N, sweetheart, I love you. I do. But you have the worst taste. First you had a crush on Draco Malfoy when you were ten, and now this—”

“Draco was misunderstood!” You snapped.

“Yeah, well so is Parker,” Tony said, glaring at him. “Misunderstood until he’s grounded for life.”

Peter looked pale. “Am I grounded?”

“You? ” Tony snorted. “Kid, you’re not even my kid. I can’t ground you. I can just… make your life extremely inconvenient.”

You laughed. “He’s bluffing.”

“I invented bluffing,” Tony said.

Peter raised his hands, sheepish. “Look—I know this is… not ideal. But I like her. A lot. And I promise I’ll never hurt her. I mean that.”

Tony stared at him for a long, quiet moment.

Then he sighed. “Great. Now I gotta threaten a teenager with a vibranium wrench. Happy Tuesday.”

You jumped off the stool and kissed Tony on the cheek. “Love you, Dad.”

“Uh-huh. We’ll see how much when your monthly allowance suddenly evaporates.”

Peter grinned nervously. “Mr. Stark, sir? Please don’t evaporate anything. Especially..... me.”

Tony gave him a long, thoughtful look.

Then—

“Alright. Fine. Just… no funny business under my roof. And if I see you sneaking into her room again, I’m replacing your web-shooters with electric hand belts.”

Peter turned white. “Y-Yes sir.”

You blinked at Tony, all wide-eyed innocence. “Define ‘funny business,’ exactly?”

Tony groaned into his espresso.

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Extra: Stark Baby Got A Boyfriend

You weren’t trying to cause a scene. You really weren’t.

But you were also very much not sorry that Peter Parker—newly promoted boyfriend and your favorite fake-to-real love story—was kissing you like the world didn’t exist.

Right in front of your locker.

At 8:02 a.m.

On a Wednesday.

You were the one who pulled him in, hands in his hoodie, heart in your throat.

He stiffened for half a second, then melted. Melted like butter. His hands found your waist, hesitant but warm, and he kissed you back like he’d been waiting his whole life for it.

Your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie as he leaned in, lips warm, kiss a little messy and rushed, like he was still getting used to the whole "dating a Stark" thing.

Which, let’s be honest—he was.

And then:

“UH—EXCUSE ME??”

You both jerked apart.

Cue MJ, coffee in hand, eyes wide like she just saw a UFO.

And Ned, frozen mid-step, mouth open, brain totally buffering.

They stood there like they’d accidentally stumbled onto the craziest scene in the universe.

“You guys are—? Since when are you—??” Ned flailed his arms, “I knew something was up during that mock conflict resolution session!”

MJ pointed dramatically. “You rolled your eyes at him too affectionately. That’s how I knew.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. “It’s… recent?”

“Understatement,” you muttered, smirking. “About sixteen hours recent.”

“Wha—?!” Ned shrieked. “I’ve been manifesting this since sophomore year and I still didn’t see it coming?!”

Peter chuckled, pulling you closer by the waist. “I think it surprised us too.”

And then, as if summoned by Devil himself—

FLASH THOMPSON WALKED BY.

He froze mid-strut.

Blink.

Blink blink.

Error 404: Brain not found.

You could hear his brain combusting.

“WAIT. WAIT. WHAT—WHAT IS HAPPENING—” Flash pointed. “YOU’RE—SHE’S—PARKER?! YOU’RE DATING Y/N STARK?!”

Peter blinked. “Uh. Yeah?”

Flash did a double take so violent he almost tripped over his own Air Jordans. “WHAT DIMENSION IS THIS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN PENIS PARKER GOT THE STARK HEIRESS??”

You tilted your head sweetly. “Aw, Flash. You jealous?”

He sputtered. “Of—of him?! No way, I just—like—seriously?! You’re a Stark! You could date anyone! You could date, like, a Hemsworth or someone!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but Peter actually knows how to use a brain cell. And, y’know, he doesn’t speak in protein shakes.”

Ned wheezed. MJ snorted her coffee.

Peter was still red in the face, but the smile he gave you?

Yeah, worth every second of hallway gossip.

Flash, meanwhile, walked off muttering to himself like an NPC in total glitch mode.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[oodlyenough]

dw 2x08 the reality war

where do i start lmaoooo

so I have to say on the whole I really enjoyed this season, like more than its predecessor I think, I found the average quality of the eps a bit higher even though the previous season had a handful i LOVED (73 yards, dot and bubble... think there was another i'm now blanking on). i really liked belinda/varada as companion and i thought she started the season strong

i also this year decided fandom is intolerable both in its incessant negativity and its penchant for spoiling the hell out of everything based on set stalking and leaked scripts and stuff so i just blacklisted everything. going in blind-ish to most eps helped i think, as much as it was frustrating to not participate in fandom chatter

i also generally really enjoyed wish world! and then this episode. well. uh. hm

the good!

i was surprisingly delighted to see anita lol? i liked her in the xmas ep but didn't expect to see her again. i think her appearance here was nice and it was a viable deus ex machina to save the doctor. i also thought anita opening doors into various flashbacks was fun. ye olde clara in the time stream. i laughed at her seeing 15 was gay and being like oh :/ lmfaoooo sorry girl

LOOMS CANON REAL LMAOOOOOOOO??????? i put this under good not because i was invested either way in the time lords' virility but because the idea of looms being canonized in 2025 is so fucking funny. on a similar note, "half-human on my mother's side" lmfao

rose noble!! i didn't know she was gonna be here. in her UNIT uniform lol. in general i think this episode wanted a bit of the journey's end team-up vibes, but with far fewer episodes to establish the team, and with those things considered i still thought it did ok, bc i did enjoy seeing ruby and belinda and mel and anita and rose and shirley and kate all together y'know. even if it kinda meant ... most of them did not get a lot to do

i've never seen time and the rani but i do enjoy when a classic companion gets to face off against a classic villain. gay as hell interaction btw

i loved the moment when fifteen swaps his suit for the skirt/vest combo hell yeah man

project indigo! martha jones you will always be famous

i loved seeing jodie whittaker! what a surprise! was it necessary? not really imo but it was fun. everyone felt they missed out not getting to see her with ncuti so it was nice. and the line about "i wish we had more time" "may we always wish that" was a sweet nod imo.

i'm not a thasmin-er but good on them for a shoutout lmfao

some really good performances from ncuti gatwa and millie gibson especially. vadara sethu is always good but uh asterix

billie piper LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO listen. i'm never going to be mad about seeing billie piper. i'm pretty sure she'll be around for a special or two before handing the reins to someone else who wants to lock in properly. she might not even be 'the doctor' maybe there's some shenanigans with bad wolf or rose or whatever. (hesitant to see rose tyler, specifically... but...) but i'm pleased to see billie and go on that ride anyway

i thought the scene of ruby watching poppy's coat disintegrate as the doctor and belinda forgot and ruby's growing horror was really good. i honestly wanted the poppy storyline to end there... which leads me to...

the not-so-good

it's not doctor who's fault specifically that i feel like i've been bombarded as of late with media emphasizing pregnancy and babies in a way that does not at all resonate with me, a childless woman with zero maternal instinct. but man. i just. do not understand how anyone could be that invested in poppy, who is not even a talking space baby anymore. she's very cute! but she is not a character. she's not real????? so like, suddenly pivoting everything to save poppy, the doctor and belinda both LOVE poppy, we GOTTA save POPPY what if POPPY doesn't exist...

reminds me of the 50th anniversary's asspull with the maypole babies. (btw -- what happened to THEM? lmao) i sort of hoped we'd left the motherhood baby foundling stuff behind in ruby's season. alas. well, more on that later.

omega was daft as hell. it's a doctor who finale so like, what can you do, right, and omega was kind of a footnote anyway. but that was daft as hell lol i spent the whole build-up like 'who did they cast oohh' just for it to be a skeleton monster. ok

kinda disappointed he just... ate the rani... i mean i do really enjoy the mrs flood rani. but it seems unfair to keep her lol

where the hell is susan LMAO i was sure in wish world that poppy being his daughter somehow would tie into the earlier line fifteen had about not having kids yet despite a granddaughter bc he's a time lord living out of order. wtf

i'm putting the regeneration under here, because i'm sad to see ncuti gatwa go :( i think fifteen did not get enough episodes and things just feel unresolved, like ruby and to a lesser degree rogue (i never personally expected to see him again, but the cameo in wish world makes it feel hanging). however with regeneration i'm always sympathetic to the reality that sometimes actors want out, and i can totally see how ncuti gatwa rising star would not want to wait around in a maybe-commitment to another year+ of filming when he's probably got lots of offers and disney/bbc are doing who-knows what on renewal. so that sucks but i get it. sad!

the what-the-hell-were-they-thinking

belinda.... what in the world happened here. ?????????.....

i really find myself convinced by the theories that ruby was meant to be a two-season companion, Something went awry, belinda was patched in, and then Something Else went awry (disney dragging its heels on renewals leading ncuti wanting to leave?) and we got this. because what in the fuck was this lasdfkahdflhdaglhk

the thing is, all season, i DID kind of wonder why belinda was *so* determined to get back EXACTLY when she left. it could easily have been explained, but it never was, so her insistence did seem a bit odd to me? and if this was going to be the resolution, they could have teased that more easily!

am i supposed to think the poppy timeline was the real one and that flatmate belinda had just forgotten in the way the glitch-y timeline had people forgetting things? i would swallow that as a plotline more easily, even if it's a little akin to amy pond and the crack storyline. varada said something in the behind-the-scenes about "we finally learn why belinda wanted to get home" so maybe that was the intent but it really was not clear if so. but belinda just ... having a whole alt life manifested for her... because of the doctor's sudden brief interest in a baby ... like.... Huh????

belinda's insulted insistence poppy was hers in wish world etc could've even paid off if there had been any hints in episodes prior that she HAD a daughter and had forgotten/lost her in rani timeline madness/whatever. but there wasn't. lol in the interstellar ep there was this whole thing about the evil corporation being named poppy-something, which i expected to be relevant and never was, and even there if you'd had belinda kind of react to the word poppy ... or ANYTHING ...

so it really does feel undeniable that the entire belinda-poppy ending was pasted on in reshoots for reasons we probably won't know until someone writes a tell-all in 15 years. please someone write the tell-all. i need to know. writer's tale 3.0 when

belinda chandra you had such a strong introductory couple episodes and then you just kind of faded. people comparing it to martha insults me a little because martha had a very clear arc whether you liked that arc or not. belinda just... didn't. after her first couple i thought she was sure to be one of my faves but in the end she really got back-seated.

who knows what the future of the show is at this point. would love to see her story resolved... some other way. but i'm doubtful that it will.

[curioud-epic]

(Continuation of this au) Epic au where Polites is not actually a soldier from ithaca but rather just a traveller who had the same name who got tricked into the army.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Next

(Head canon: Eurylochus can remember people's name but not their face-- just for sake of this au to work)

I have no idea what 3 am me was trying to make but this wasn't the actual dialogue 3 am me first thought. I think how I originally wanted it to go was eurolychus being suspicious of polites. But my hand writing was unsalvageable so I decided to change it.

- I'd like to imagine traveller polites just (avoiding) being busy to go to the training area (not that he knows anyone there)

- he likes helping other people with work (or maybe its because he doesn't want to feel like a freeloader. He's been living off scraps and rations since he depleted most of his money from what should be a short visit to troy to stuck in this place because of the war. He's not used to not doing anything when these past years he's just trying to do anything to get by).

- and him helping the workers kinda just-- start to see soldiers from ithaca more favorably

- and eurolychus also gets a wind of polites and remembers

- oh yeah, he's one of our soldiers (but can't remember what he looked like - can u blame him there's like 600 of them - and starts asking what he looked like)

- and started looking for him in training area or like the camps. And can't see the guy.

- until he does. And compliments him for the help he's been doing but he should also put that effort in training with them. He's a soldier too after all.

[bewitched-hours]

we are the twotimeyume-lings please feed us

[WITH UR WRITING... COULD U WRITE ROMANTIC HCS FOR TWOTIME AND READER? NF!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)]

Awww, I'd love to! Also gives me a chance to write headcanons instead of oneshots which is a nice change of pace for once (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) Don't get me wrong, I love writing these silly little stories for you all but some pairings I'm procrastinating on (I have no clue why either but I blame my adhd and autism ganging up on me- still feel kinda guilty tho lol)

And like a good mother(/j), I shall feed my yume-lings with much joy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

They'd probably be a little more closed off at the start. Are they worried the Spawn might offer them a third life for your life? Or maybe it's just remaining guilt from Azure. Either way, give them some time to settle in again.

Obviously, keep them away from knives. They might give you puppy eyes but just look away and tell them a firm no!

Let's say you're a healer like Elliot, that gives Two Time more incentive to keep an even closer eye on you. (Luckily, you're pretty fast and agile)

They definitely saved you at least a few hundred times. And they're ready to do it a hundred times more to keep you safe and hopefully be praised by you. (After you scold them for carelessly confronting the killer- no matter their second life- of course)

There's no question that they'd want you to join them in worshipping the Spawn. After all, they want you with them for eternity.

They would rush to you after every round for praise and affection. If you survived until the end, they praise you for being brave and strong(even though you can't fight to save your life) and how it was the Spawn's will. If you died, they just wanna find you and apologize for not having been there to save you. (Better sleep with them that 'night' with how unpredictable they can be)

If you have trouble sleeping, you'll be subjected to them rambling about the Spawn to comfort you. Good luck getting out of that.

Privacy? Yeah, that's something you have to ask for every time. They can respect not going into your cabin without explicit permission but outside of your cabin, they're on you like a needy dog.

If you have a favourite drink or snack and they happen to die(twice) before you, they secretly make you that drink/snack to the best of their abilities to make you smile.

Oh yeah, seeing you happy is their second biggest priority(best get comfortable potentially competing with the Spawn over their affection) and hearing you laugh is like honey to their ears.

You definitely had to confess first though, Two Time would not be the type to tell you their feelings without immense courage and confidence(and deluding themself into thinking the Spawn wants them to confess) so better you tell them before it has to be in a crazy scenario with you becoming some form of deity in their eyes.

You probably try to make him something sweet or tasty every now and again, earning you a genuine and affectionate smile everytime, even if they aren't really a fan. They'd rather know you're happy than admit something you made isn't absolute perfection.

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[threegoldfish]

If Steven only knew that he's not staying here because of his sleep-walking problems, but rather... something else. Something much more devastating, painful, traumatizing; Perhaps he wouldn't be as chipper and lighthearted as he is at that very moment, almost enjoying his time, despite being somewhat stuck within a psychiatric hospital.

And if he only knew that people like him aren't really meant to be in a psych ward at all - are the ones who've gotten so much better that they're allowed to leave, perhaps take ambulatory therapy instead - he'd probably... question everything a bit more, yeah. Wonder why his diagnosis is apparently taken in such a serious way that he'd been admitted in the first place - or allowed to stay, had he been the one to admit himself...

But alas, he has no clue. He just takes everything the way it's thrown at him, tries to solve any and all problems he's being faced with, doesn't push or prod too much. He's also not really taking into consideration that most other patients surrounding him are acting in wildly different ways, do not talk as much to doctor Harrow, see him from a different perspective.

Not yet, at least. He's blissfully naive, instead just accepts the other's gratitude with a somewhat relieved smile of his own, before his attention is back on what opens up to him in such a surprisingly colorful and different way than expected---

Eyes going wide, lips parting, dark eyes flicking over the many rows of colorful books - the blue couch, the comfy chairs, the warm wood everywhere...

"---Oh...oh wow, that's... huh, I didn't... I didn't expect the library to look like that!" A finger is being pointed at the whole of what they see from where they've come to a halt just behind that wooden door, having taken a tentative step inside, but not ventured too far. Steven turns his head this and that way, observes and studies everything he can spot from where he's standing, before his attention is back on doctor Harrow...

"...I...I, uh, thank you, doctor. I'm... trying, I guess? I mean, I didn't do too much now, did I? Just woke up and... kinda babbled my way through the day!" A chuckle, a bit nervous again, and Steven brings a hand up to his neck to rub it all over the skin there---

...And only then, despite having taken a shower earlier and all, he realizes he is missing something; His hand continues to rub at the back of his neck, then slides to the side, to the front, brows knitting briefly, gaze trailing...

"Uh... may I ask you something?" Blinking a few times, that attentive, but now very much confused gaze is back on Harrow then, followed by those thick brows knitting in even further. "I... I usually wear a necklace - a golden one! It's a star of david necklace. I uh... I-I was wondering where it is? I didn't notice earlier, because I never take it off, like, ever, but... I just realized that it's gone? Do you have it, by any chance...? Or did I lose it? ---Oh gosh, that would be bad... it was a gift from my mum..."

Arthur glanced sideways at Steven as the words tumbled out of him, so awkward and yet genuine. It caught him off guard, though not in a bad way; there was a flicker of something almost young in it, almost unpracticed, like Steven wasn’t used to saying things out loud and hearing how they sounded in the air. 

It made Arthur’s smile tug just a bit further, even if it was faint. Not a full grin, but it was bright, genuine. He pocketed the compliment, choosing to keep it just somewhere to look at later. 

“I’ll take that under consideration,” he agreed, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But I think you’re probably the only person in this hospital who thinks I’m approachable. But thank you, that’s very kind of you.” Kindness could be a rarity, most days. Some days Arthur did have his calmer patients, ones who struggled with bite-sized problems that he was happy to help with - but typically, he found himself working with those who struggled more, who talked less.

Normally, by the time his patients were as friendly as this, they were going out the door. It was one of the worst parts of the job; losing connections year after year, even knowing he was sending people off to a better place. 

“I’m glad you got to enjoy it,” he continued, shifting his cane as they turned the corner. “And I think observing is just as valuable as participating, especially in a new place. It’s probably more valuable - and not everyone has the patience for it.” 

The library door came into view, solid wood with a reinforced window that put a grid-like pattern over it. The room did have more color than most of the facility, with bright orange-toned wooden shelves and a dozen books of every color; there were warmer colored seats, even a blue sofa off in the corner. Only a few other patients sat inside, most of them curled up in a chair or choosing to sit in the bench-seats near the windows. 

“You’re doing well,” Arthur praised warmly, as he opened the door. “I’m sure it’s overwhelming, but you’ve done wonderfully today. I hope you’re proud of yourself, I’m very proud of you.” 

[forsaken-headcanons]

hhhhheeyyy, so erm… yap fest time ? 😅

(sorry, there’s gonna be kinda a lot 😔)

but, here’s an assortment of (mostly) pre-forsakened headcanons for some characters 😋

Guest 666/Sixer

Y’know how Noob has Tac? Well, Sixer may have gotten a cat named Nyan from Noob, as Tac and Nyan were littermates; however, after Noob and Sixer split, Sixer got careless, and long story short, Nyan escaped, causing Sixer to only grow more bitter, blaming Noob for their frustrations.

Azure

They may not have exactly been the most… liked, in the cult. Especially after Two Time arrived and the two almost instantly became friends— then eventually more— the cult thought that Azure was too devoted to Two Time. They gave Two Time the dagger for a reason, and likely gave Azure some pretty dirty looks after Two Time showed them the dagger.

BSOD

Instead of being just a skin for Builderman, they were an assistant who originally started out as ‘Base’ (coughcoughbaseplatecoughcough) until, uhhh… 💥, error, yeeeahhh, then blue screened 😔

Most of the survivors think that they can’t talk, or are mute, but they can, their voice is just a bit more staticky and has the occasional windows error sound. The first time they spoke to someone, it likely went kinda like, ‘Oh, yeah, I definitely agree!’ “…you can talk???” ‘…no one will believe you.’

noob was probably somewhat terrified to be near BSOD for a while, fearing that they were hallucinating

not pre-forsakened but based off of my own experience as BSOD, whenever John Doe loses in a LMS— especially if it’s close— they may throw a temper tantrum, stomping around and inconveniencing all the other killers with the unintentional traps, also scaring c00lkidd 😔

-BSOD Anon

(erm, finale to the yapfest, dw about the misread or anything 😅)

HELP NOT THE BSOD HEADCANONS LMAO "Nobody will believe you." GOES INSANE

[cutiekittyowo]

By your side, always.

Part 2 (Final Part)

Part one HERE!

Word count: 2000+

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“I…Don’t know what this is! That’s definitely photoshop!” Y/N spoke, clearly flustered

She takes a closer look at the picture, clearly looking at the small details. She notices how peaceful both her and James were. He had his metal arm laying on the top part of her back and his flesh arm on her waist, holding her tightly. 

“I saw it with my own eyes! I almost brought in Sam, but I knew Barnes would wake up from the sound of his voice.” Natasha replied, trying to hold back even more laughter to not make her abs burn more.

“Soo…You two.. Huhhh.” Nash said while shimming her chest, smirking and raising up and down her eyebrows.

“What! No! Never! We’ve hated each other for like 8 years, well, maybe he did…” She denies

“Oh common Y/N, you only hated him for 2…It’s pretty obvious he doesn’t hate you, the poor man barely left your hospital room. This one time, your heartbeat was a bit irregular and he wouldn’t take his eyes off you. It was so bad he was dragged out by Steve and Sam for him to eat and go to the washroom.”

“What?”

“Yeah! Also, I maybe saw what happened between you two last night in the kitchen. I didn’t eat dinner because I was working on some files and wanted to snack on something. I wasn’t watching but I know for sure when he had his hands on you, the both of you guy's body language was just so happy.”

“Oh.” Y/N gets more flustered

“Kinda off topic, but you know when cats like to paw at dangling things?” Nash questioned

“Yeah, it’s always so cute and funny!” She giggles

“Well that was going to be you with Barnes dog tags, it looked like you were holding back!” She starts to tear up from laughter again.

“That’s not true!” said Y/N

“Not from my perspective…” Natasha shrugs in a sarcastic way.

“Okay, well I’m going to leave and talk to everyone else. I’ll see you later today, Y/N”

“See you later!” She replies

Natasha did in fact lie, she semi-sprinted to the living room to ask Sam to talk. She showed the photo to him and they discussed if they both are in love with one another. They definitely agree that they do, so Natasha went into the training room where Bucky was usually at during his free time. Lo and behold, he was there, training his upper body. 

“Barnes.” Natasha said loudly enough to bring him to her attention.

“Hello Natasha.” He replied blankly after finishing his set and sitting up from the bench press.

“I have a question for you slash doing you a favor.” 

“That is…?”

“So you’re in love with Y/N right?” She smirks

Bucky furos his eyebrows and locks deeper eye contact with Natasha.

“How do you know that?” His cheeks start changing into a soft pink tone.

“It’s obvious that you’ve been into her for a few years. Watching her every movement, asking Tony to make you and her do small tasks and little missions together, etcetera.” She crossed her arms and gave him a ‘seriously?’ look.

“Okay I do, I really am in love with her, even when I tease her and make her very angry.” 

“You know how I said I am doing you a favor…Well you should ask her out, it’s very likely she’ll say yes.”

“Never.” He replied quickly and stern.

“Oh come on, I promise you it will go well.” 

“I’m not so sure about that…” He denies

“When the time comes, just tell her, okay?”

Bucky hums in acknowledgement of her comment, who clearly isn’t following for what she asked.

A few days had passed, the compound was quiet from everyone being tired from past missions. For example, Bucky had been volunteering to do every task, mission, quest, etc. He’s been purposely avoiding her, and Y/N knows he is too.

Then one Thursday day, Tony was sick and tired of listening to the rumours of Bucky and Y/N. How one small thing happens being the two and the rumors start to spread like butter. So Tony had a plan; bring all the avengers together for a ‘movie night’ but the movie is clips of Bucky and Y/N over the years.

All day he went through albums, videos, CCTV, etc. He made a 17 minute mini movie containing a small montage and candid moments showing Bucky quietly caring for Y/N before, during and after her coma. He titles the CD, “By your side, always”, all giddy, he goes on the announcement speakers around the compound and starts talking. “Avengers, today we’re all going to relax and have a movie night. Please come down in the living room in 10 minutes.”

Slowly, everyone starts to come around the big couches and get comfortable with blankets and pillows, unaware of the contents of the movie.

Within 8 minutes everyone was in the living room, excited to relax, but one broody man was absent, which was making Tony impatient.

“Someone get Bucky down here, he needs to participate too.” Said Tony

“I’ll ring him using our comms.” Said Sam.

Sam calls Bucky and he answers

“What.” The voice of Bucky was cold and broody

“Hey James, Tony needs you downstairs right now.” 

“Fine.” 

Bucky finished the call and walked downstairs to the living room.

“Welcome Barnes, come sit with your good friend!” Thor pats the empty spot of the couch.

“Thanks…” Bucky walks over and looks at Y/N who is talking to Wanda and Natasha with her back turned.

Natasha gives Bucky a look, making him remember the conversation they had.

“Alright, since we have everyone here, I will start the short film. It’s called “Hidden Secrets” crazy enough it's produced by…….Me.”

Everyone turned their heads and was surprised by Tony saying he produced a movie.Tony smirked and clicked play. 

The room fell silent as the screen lit up with candid clips of Bucky and Y/N of moments no one had really noticed before. Bucky quietly helps Y/N with her rehab exercises, sharing a laugh after a failed sparring match, and the tender scene in the kitchen where he handed her that warm muffin. 

As the video played, Natasha nudged Steve with a knowing smile, and Bruce whispered, “I never knew he was like this.” 

Y/N watched, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, caught off guard by how much Tony had captured and how clearly Bucky cared. 

After more and more clips, the movie ended. Tony claps to break the silence and says “Wasn’t that great everyone?”

Natasha grinned, elbowing Steve. “See? Told you he’s a softie.” Steve looks away from Natasha and to Tony with a smirk from Natasha’s comments.

Suddenly, Y/N stood up and darted out of the room, heading to the back door to go outside. Without hesitation, Bucky hurried out of the room and down the hall after her.

She sneaks into the compound's garden, letting the fresh air cool her heated face down. A few moments later, the door creaked open behind her. She didn’t turn around.

“I needed air,” she said softly, voice trembling.

“I figured,” Bucky replied, approaching slowly. “Mind if I join you?”

She shrugged, and he took that as a yes. He sat beside her, leaving just enough space between them to give her room to breathe.

For a while, neither of them said anything. The sounds of the night filled the silence of leaves rustling, distant wind, the occasional chirp of crickets.

Y/N’s voice was barely audible as she finally spoke. “I never realized after all these years, from a different perspective, you showed that you cared for me alot. I’ve been a real asshole to you this whole time. I'm surprised that you’re still talking to me right now…”

Bucky smiled to himself “If it makes you feel better, I never knew how much I cared either, not at first. But when you weren’t responding in the Quinjet, my feelings towards you hit me like a train…

She giggles quietly, trying to keep her voice down

A gust of wind made Y/N shiver ‘til the bone. She hugs herself to keep warm.

“Cold?” Bucky scoots closer and wraps his arms and pulls her closer.

Y/N stiffened for just a moment before letting herself relax into his warmth, her cheek brushing lightly against the fabric of his shirt.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice barely carrying over the wind.

Then Y/N lifted her head slightly to look up at him. “I don’t want to fight with you anymore.”

Bucky looked down at her, his voice sincere. “Then let’s not. Let’s figure this out… together.”

Bucky rested his chin gently on top of her head, speaking softly. “You don’t have to apologize for how you were. We both had our walls up. But I never stopped watching out for you… even when you were ready to punch me in the throat.”

She let out a small laugh, muffled against his chest. “Yeah, I was ready to break your nose at least five times.”

He chuckled. “Only five?”

There was a pause that was not heavy, just full. A quiet, gentle kind of silence.

She gave him a soft smile tugging at her lips as she leaned back into him  and for the first time in years, it didn’t feel complicated. It felt right.

Bucky, who’s enjoying Y/N’s embrace, remembered what Natasha told him.

 ‘When the time comes’ Natt’s voice repeats in his head. He knew this is the perfect opportunity to let her know how he really cares about her. For goodness sake, she even had a whole mini movie to double down on how he truly does love her.

He clears his throat and mumbles 

“Y/N…”

“Yes, James ?” 

Her calling him James in a soft and sweet tone made his heart start to race and make his stomach flutter.

“Can you look at me…”

She sits up from his embrace and locks eyes on him. She gives him a reassuring look, not knowing what’s the matter.

“I care for you.” Bucky said flustered

“I care for you too!” She giggles

“No, I care for you.” He looks deeply into her eyes

She smiles and tilts her head, signaling Bucky to continue his statement.

He looks over his shoulder, coping from nerves and embarrassment. 

“I care for you so much to the point I love you..” He looks back at her

For a moment, the world felt still. His words lingered in the air between them, raw and unguarded.

Her smile slowly faded, not out of sadness, but because the depth of his confession struck something deep within her. Her eyes softened as she searched his face, trying to read the emotions swimming behind his gaze.

She saw it all; vulnerability, fear, hope... love. The kind of love that didn’t just bloom overnight, but had grown quietly, persistently, in the small glances, the quiet comforts, the laughter they’d shared.

“James…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t realized how much weight his confession carried until that moment. He braced himself for anything; rejection, hesitation, even silence.

But instead, she reached for his hand, gently lacing her fingers with his. Her touch was warm, grounding. She gave a small squeeze, as if anchoring him.

“I think… I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” she said softly.

He blinked, unsure if he heard her right. “You have?”

She laughs softly while blushing hard “Maybe…”

He laughs back and squeezed her hand 

She moves her other hand and covers the hands holding “Don’t get go…”

“I won't…I’ll be forever by your side, always.” He said full of emotion

“I love you too,” she said, the words falling out of her like they’d been waiting at the edge of her lips for far too long. 

Something broke in him—relief, hope, all tangled together. Without thinking, he slowly leaned in, wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her.

She placed one hand on his chest and one on his bicep and kissed him back

 “Say it again,” he breathed.

"I love you, James” They pulled each other close and held one another. She rested her head on his shoulder, while he placed his own on her head.

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Thank you for everyone who engaged with my posts!

Requests are open for any type of trope or ideas for content

[cornerihaunt]

i’m sorry but i think style (taylor’s version) is my sworn enemy

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[arcanegifs]

Here are some Season 2 Arcane GIF comparisons before and after I color and sharpen them! | Season 1 Comparison GIFs

[viveela]

If you draw dip i woul be sooooooo happy

So I like to imagine Damien likes to fill in Pip about what happens back on Earth