#and falling in love with one of the punks and they fool around and it's messy and raw and all that

[the-kr8tor]

OK SO I JUST HAD LIKE A REALLY CUTE SIMPLE REQUEST IF THATS COOL WITH YOUUUU

SO LIKE WHAT IF YOU DO ONE WHERE THE READER(Y/N) DOES LIKE THE TREND OF "PRETENDING TO BE ALSEEP TO SEE WHAT MY BOYFRIEND WOULD DO" LIKE I FEEL LIKE HOBIE WOULD BE SO CUTE AND ACTUALLY SWEET

dont mind my excitement 🥲

also ur writing is b e a u t i f u l and makes me so happy!!!

Ahhh i love how excited you are!! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

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The soft mattress invites you to fall asleep, but you refuse the sweet embrace of sleep until Hobie gets home safe and sound from his patrol. The book perched on your chest wobbles in your hands, eyes drifting off from the pages, you blink away sleep. The familiar sound of the window opening stirs you awake as his boots hit the wooden floors.

Smiling at his return, you can tell that he's trying his best to not make any sound on your behalf in case you're asleep. Deciding to tease him after being bored all day without him by your side, you lay the book flat on your stomach, eyes closed and evening out your breathing to disguise your wakefulness.

You hear the door creak open, “love?” He whispers into the cool and dark room. You left the bedside lamp open, a sign of your previous activity.

With his enhanced senses, he can tell from your heartbeat and calculated breaths that you're faking sleep. You can't fool him, nonetheless, he's endeared by your antics.

Smiling, he slowly makes his way towards your side, floorboards not making any sound from his silent footsteps, he intends to break you from your prank.

“Damn, couldn't even wait for me, huh?” That doesn't seem to faze you, but he saw that your pinky twitched though. Smirking, he crouches down, and takes the book from your stomach. “I should save your place, but there's no bookmarks here. I'll just fold the corner for you.” Knowing that you hate dog-eared pages, he pretends to fold it by sliding his finger down the pages, mimicking the sound of folding paper. But in truth, he took a coin from his pocket to place it in between the pages. Yet, you still don't budge. He needs to take out the big guns.

“There, saved your place.” Kissing your temple, and then bringing the blanket up to your chin, he stands up to his full height, faking a pained wince. “Fuck.” From his murmured curse, you open your eyes immediately.

“Are you hurt?” Frantic, you sit up, roaming your wide eyes over his entire form while your hands reach up to him. Before you could stand up from the bed, Hobie drops himself on top of you, face hidden on your throat as you giggle from under his weight.

You hear him chuckle lowly, and you flick your eyes down to meet with a very smug Hobie. “Made you look.” He cups your face, chin placed on your clavicle, thumbs brushing under your tired eyes.

You pout, prank thwarted. “Are you actually okay?” your hands wander all over him, checking for wounds.

“‘m fine, love.” Hobie sits up to take his vest off, showing off his almost pristine suit. He tosses the vest somewhere in the dark, “Just a few bumps and scratches. I thought I had to tickle you for you to break.” He sits on top of you, knees right next to your thighs, hands braced next to your head as he gazes softly down on you. The moonlight behind him illuminates him in silver light. And you can't help but ogle him in the soft light.

You finally sigh in relief. Hands sliding from his chest, feeling the spandex, up to his nape as you pull him closer to you. “Did you actually fold my book?” Chuckling, you feel his hand pat around your waist, palm moving under your shirt to draw circles around your hip. His hands are cold from swinging around, but you welcome it while he relaxes in your touch.

“‘course not,” he gives you an amused smile.

“Good.” You tilt his head back to kiss the underside of his jaw. “I thought you'd just walk past me towards the shower.” You murmur against his skin.

Hi pinches your side, sighing breathily from your barrage of kisses. “Never, even if you were actually asleep, I'd kiss you goodnight.”

You lean away, eyes soft for him. “And tuck the blanket around me?”

He raises a brow with a chuckle. “D’you want me to tuck you in?”

You make a face. “....maybe.”

[sicko4smut]

Everybody’s A Suspect! | B. Floyd

synopsis: A string of murders in the fall of ‘84 in a small town shakes the residents of WoodSprings to their core

warnings: violence, murder, eventual smut, gore, porn with a whole lot of plot, inaccuracies of the 80s (have mercy), personal head cannons of characters/dynamics, dubious consent, pushy male characters who can’t take no, bullying, physical harm, other warnings i can’t think of right now

PSA- i do not own any characters, names, ideas, or royalties of the ‘Scream Franchise’ or ‘Top Gun Maverick’

CHAPTERS

📼 1.1 - A Body…In WoodSprings?

PLAYLIST 📻 (no particular order)

The Perfect Girl - Mareux

Dark Red - Steve lacey

Somebody’s Watching Me - Rockwell

Hidden In The Sand - Tally Hall

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

Smooth Criminal- Micheal Jackson

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Sippy Cup - Melanie Martinez

Headlock - Imogen Heap

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 🏈 - Jake Seresin as ‘Dumb Jock’

* Jake is captain of the football team and son of the town’s mayor, super rich boy vibes

* Wholeheartedly believes you and him should be together because he is captain of football team and your cheer captain

* All brawns no brain up there, his poor skull is sitting there collecting dust and head trauma from getting tackled one too many times. 🏆 𓈒⟡₊⋆∘˚⊹ ࿔

🎸⋆⭒˚｡- Bradley Bradshaw as ‘Punk Outcast’

* Rooster is a free-spirited, rule-less, angsty, outcast

* Stays to himself and rarely ever talks, seriously no one has heard the guy say more than three words since high school

* working to put himself through college even though the stress from college and work is kinda making him flunk out

* Butts heads with Jake, two sides of different coins mixed with egos, passive aggression, and LOTS of testosterone leading to many physical fights between the boys. ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

☥🦇 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ - Nat as ‘Freak Loner’

* Out of her nerdy, timid shell from high school and free as can be…Natasha has voiced her disdain for all oppressive nature and love of the unknown, terrifying, and paranormal.

* She doesn’t feel the need to pretend to be uninterested in her education to fit her aesthetic when all is said and done, Natasha wants something to call her own and a degree is just that. So she’s willing to swallow her pride on how the world forces you into school for years right into the capitalist system of working for even longer before screwing you over even more the longer you let them..though she sure won’t be quiet about it

* But don’t be fooled by her dark makeup, passionate outburst, and spooky demeanor as hard she tries to bury her, that nerdy timid girl within Nat keeps kicking no matter how hard she beats her down. 𓉸ྀི ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆₊ ⊹✮

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ -You as ‘The Town’s Sweetheart’

* You never wanted for anything in life for as long as you could remember, born with a silver spoon in your mouth however you were never snotty about it…never let it get to your head

* Miss goody-two-shoes as you were called was always the first one to volunteer your help whenever needed, first to be picked for the cheer team, first to speak up when someone was being bullied, first place in the Woodsprings beauty pageant, Prom Queen, Co-class president, captain of dance committee. It was all honestly a little overboard but you loved it all, love how busy it made you and how you were praised by seemingly everyone around you.

* Your family being the second wealthiest people in Woodsprings (thank you mommy and daddy) it was a given you never worried about how you were going to pay for college, the thought never crossing your mind until you overhear some peers complaining about how THREE jobs weren’t even enough to cover book fees so they would have to go to the local community college instead…it left you with an odd feeling never really having had the chance to acknowledge your privilege °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

⊹₊⟡⋆ 🔪 - Bob Floyd as ‘Ghostface’

* The man of the hour, our beloved robby. Fed up with being bullied and patronized, bob fights back…he didn’t mean for the guy to die but he would be lying is he said he didn’t like the silence that came with one less of those losers gone.

* Sweet boy who lives with his single mother trying to help her pay bills by working a variety of on campus jobs, from handyman to security to library assistant…anything that pays to lighten the load off her back

* Geek Charming in the flesh, bob but always robby to you has always been super smart which is why he was head of chess club, class president, and valedictorian in high school and awarded a full-ride scholarship to Woodsprings University

* Robby has had a crush on you since the first grade, it’s honestly a mix between creepy and embarrassing how bad he had it for you but you rarely noticed him anyway. When you did seem to remember his existence you were always so sweet just like he knew you to be his sweet girl

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• This a masterlist/promotion for a WIP soon to be fic

• All actual chapters will be published on my main account @smutmaniac

• Please like and reblog

[rillils]

Do you have Wakanda Stucky fic recommendations ? I'm just weak for them in that phase with their looks 😭

I most certainly do, my dear nonnie! 💕💕 I'm gonna link a few of my favourites below, and I hope you'll find some of them to your liking :3

Just a heads-up, though: some of these are only visible if you're logged in on AO3, so make sure you're not there "only" as a guest, otherwise you won't be able to access them!

NOW LET'S GO:

Let this be light work by caughtinanocean (rated T) (8,628 words)

On the run with Sam and Natasha, Steve finds the words to describe his commitment to Bucky. As with most of Steve’s decisions, there are unintended consequences. “It’s no use,” Natasha tells Sam. “You won’t get him to go out and flirt. Steve here’s a married man.” They’re somewhere in Croatia, and Sam’s been hard at work, trying to pull Steve away from a busy night of sketching and staring at his phone. He wants to go out and drink plum brandy and dance with the locals. “You should go without me,” Steve says, hazy. Married. A married man. Isn’t that something?

Correspondent by girlfromcarolina (rated E) (8,049 words)

It started with Bucky sending him photos: the river with the sun gleaming on the surface or the moon’s silver streaks across the water. The children gathered around Bucky, teaching him a game. Words came eventually, thoughts and emotions laid down a few sentences at a time as they each began to feel more comfortable. The messages represented the chance to reconnect in ways they couldn’t while they hunted Zemo and tried to clear Bucky’s name. Some things were too difficult to say face-to-face; some questions were too complex.

deserving by sunflower_dragon19 (rated E) (1,401 words)

While Steve was away on a mission, Bucky spent his time eating whatever he liked and resting as much as he wanted. Steve very much appreciates the results.

Get It Right by sangha (rated E) (4,426 words)

He's been sweet on Steve for as long as he can remember. It's as natural as breathing to Bucky. He reckons a life without Steve wouldn't be much of a life at all. Or: a tale of two weddings, nearly 80 years apart.

ready, able by rohkeutta (rated T) (1,370 words)

Steve snorts, helplessly charmed. “Harold like your gang boss uncle Harold?” “A gentleman does not name his goats and tell,” Bucky says solemnly, but he leans a little more firmly against Steve’s side, and there are crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes when he smiles. He’s the best thing Steve has ever seen.

so here we go head first by endofadream (rated T) (1,631 words)

Steve rests his hand on Bucky’s face and says, so quietly Bucky could have easily missed it, “I missed you.” The first tear falls, then the next, and Bucky doesn't bother to try and stop them.

time on my hands (could be time spent with you) by thedoubteriswise (rated M) (23,023 words)

"You doing okay, kid?” Steve releases a breath, deciding how honest he wants to be. No point in lying. No point in telling the truth, either. "Glad to see you." "That’s not what I asked, but same to you, punk."

It's Waiting There for You by sunflower_dragon19 (rated E) (3,228 words)

"Shuri, me and Steve… we're not --" "Could have fooled me." She shook her head, muttering under her breath in Xhosa as she connected a series of wires in his arm. "My brother offered him the nicest guest suite in the palace and you know where he decided to stay instead?" She pointed an accusing finger at him. "In your hut. That has one bed." -- Steve visits Wakanda and Bucky decides he's done being afraid of his feelings.

i love him and our goat children by talkplaylove and wearing_tearing (rated T) (5,526 words)

“Bucky, why does Sam have a photo of you surrounded by goats and the words “Always be happy with Jesus” on it?” Steve asks, looking at him on the screen. Or the one where Steve and Bucky move in together, adopt some goat kids, and live happily ever after.

Moon River by sangha (rated E) (5,763 words)

Steve and Bucky are reunited in Wakanda and they can no longer run from their feelings for each other.

a line that goes all the way by napricot (rated E) (45,218 words)

"About six months after he left Bucky in cryostasis in Wakanda, Steve got a text from an unidentified number: He is awake and well, and wants to see you." Steve and Bucky reunite and reconnect, with some help from modern technology.

all my bones are begging me to beg for you by dragongirlG (rated E) (2,711 words)

After Thanos is defeated at the Battle of Wakanda, Steve accidentally doses himself with an aphrodisiac hidden inside of a celebratory alien drink. The ensuing side effects lead him to confess and act upon his feelings for Bucky, who readily agrees to help Steve work through his urges, much to Steve's surprise.

Not Bad (for the End of the World) by relenafanel (rated T) (2,425 words)

Bucky comes in from a day of work to get ready for an impending war, blow-dries his hair, has a small crisis over his nascent attraction for Steve. Just usual Bucky Barnes things.

love is blind (steve and bucky are just dumb) by talkplaylove and wearing_tearing (rated T) (4,409 words)

“You shouldn’t have interrupted their date, then,” Natasha pipes up, finally showing her face as she gives Bucky a wave and a tiny smile. “I like the hair.” “Thank you.” Bucky preens a little. He ignores the teasing about this being a date; Nat and Sam somehow got it into their heads that Steve and him were dating via Skype calls. They’re not. They’re just friends who video call sometimes. Friends do that.

Found My Place in Time by Cap_D, humapuma (rated E) (12,430 words)

“Buck,” he heard Steve say, “wake up. We’re here.” Bucky opened his eyes and rolled his shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension out of his back. When Steve’s words sunk in, though, he turned and leaned forward, staring past Steve’s chest to look out the window. Beyond the wing of the plane, he found a beautiful coastline with white sand, blue waters, and palm trees, as well as rows of bungalows on the water. “Wow,” he murmured. “We’re staying in one of those, right?” In which Steve invites Bucky on a trip to Fiji and they discover something a lot more than beautiful vistas and friendly locals.

What a Bright Time (It's the Right Time) by sunflower_dragon19 (rated G) (2,531 words)

Bucky gets a Christmas surprise.

(i'll be home for christmas) if only in my dreams by crinklefries (rated T) (13,728 words)

“I told my best friend that story,” Steve says after a moment, voice thick. “When we were seven years old. And he told me he’d do the same for me. And that year, when I opened my present, inside was a small wooden bird to hang on the tree.” Bucky looks up at Steve, the little bird in his hand and Steve--well he’s smiling. “I don’t remember,” Bucky whispers.“I’ll tell you,” Steve says. *** (or; six Christmases Bucky Barnes doesn't remember--and one he will)

[vhstown]

love our a.m.

— hobie brown x gn!reader

summary: Hobie hates mornings, but the ones with you aren't so bad.

warnings: hobie pov, fluff, alarm clock murder 😱 /j semi-edited

word count: 0.8k

a/n: wrote at midnight in like 2 seconds 🙏 p shabby but it's ok a little ooc hurt nobody thank you qiuwey for title idea ly

BRRIIIIII— Smash!

It didn't even get past the first ring. That was the third alarm clock Hobie had broken so far. If was almost a skill by now; he didn't even have to open his eyes. In fact, it was too bright to open his eyes. Everything was too much in the morning. Too bright, too loud, too cold. Why was it so bloody cold?

You. Or the lack of you, for that matter. The lack of you — and the back of you facing him. He stopped himself from moving you when he noticing the gentle rise and fall of your breath — that faint exhale he could listen to forever. Well, maybe not forever, given the way his arm was now cautiously hovering over your sleeping form.

Hobie inched just a little forward, peering over, his face tensed. You were asleep, alright. He couldn't tell if the expression on your face was a smile or a frown. For a moment, Hobie debated getting up and rotating his entire bed to stop you facing the wall, but his strength was only used for destroying appliances this early in the morning, it seemed.

With a sigh that had much more frustration than he'd like, the punk fell back against his pillow. He wasn't being needy, or anything, was he? Sure, he hadn't seen you in a while, and he hadn't held you in a while, but he could wait until you woke up at the very least — right? Hobie tried checking the clock, but it had already suffered fate of his fist. Truthfully, he hadn't slept a wink. Hobie thought about you often enough, sure, but you were all that had filled his mind last night — and arms. He surpressed another grumble. Not needy, of course — maybe a little cold.

You looked so warm — and comfortable. It'd be a crime to wake you up (not that he was much more lawful around you, but he didn't want to anyway.) The fact that his short-lived scrap with the alarm clock didn't alert you was a mystery. The wretched thing was from you, Hobie recalled: brand new from that little junk shop near the docks, now as good as a drumkit without sticks. There was probably a spring he'd dislocated somewhere on the floor for him to step on later. Another reason to hate mornings.

His pillow was starting to feel uncomfy. And the mattress. And all of his clothes. It was freezing now, as well. The blanket was too far, and was also probably too itchy, of course.

He relented, but not entirely. It was far more uncomfortable for him to try and keep his weight off of you, arm moving over your side and bent an awkward angle. If he wasn't so needy, this would be enough. No, this was enough, obviously... Hobie wished he had a second alarm clock to punch right now.

A sudden twitch of movement from you — and Hobie nearly punched himself. He held his breath, the muscles in his arm straining as you moved under him. He debated letting go (though he wasn't holding on much in the first place), before you were still. Hobie let out a quiet exhale.

It was a second later that your fingers curled around his. Then you squeezed his hand. Hobie's eyes flew open; his breath was trapped in his chest again.

"Hey..." He wasn't sure if he was just whispering to himself. "...You awake?"

Another squeeze to his fingers. Hobie sucked in his stomach. The expression on your face looked more like a grin. He had been, what one may call...

"You little—" Fooled.

Hobie couldn't finish his sentence before you turned to bury yourself in his chest, arms slotting between his to wrap him in a hug.

"Little what?" Your voice vibrated against his chest, still somewhat sleepy but awake enough to prove your guilt; you'd been awake all this time. All he could do was pull you more against him, closing his eyes in defeat. "Thought so."

Hobie sighed, soaking in your warmth as his body curled around you. He was like a bug to a radiator; the strange accuracy of that thought made him frown. He wasn't as small as a bug, but he could be as small as he wanted around you. Maybe one morning you'd hold him, but was more than enough, for now. He opened his eyes again when you shifted, yours narrowed by a faint smile.

"Morning," you whispered. The word didn't sound so bad coming out of your mouth.

Hobie leaned down to kiss your lips, if only for a moment, before pulling you back into his chest.

"G'mornin'..." he mumbled, yawning and closing his eyes again.

It was warm, comfortable. The sunlight had mellowed and the only sound was of your breathing, soft and even. Hobie hated mornings, but this one wasn't all that bad — not with you in it.

He decided he'd apologise about the alarm clock later.

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oho thank you for reading ^^ im trying to write more often but i have exams like... every week now so 💔 tis life but i hope u enjoyed

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[002yb]

I was reading your jaybin time travel posts, got to thinking about how you usually write Damian as having his own feelings for jason, and now jaybin/Damian is trying to take over my brain

To love Jason is a universal constant, an anchor point. It is an unyielding truth persisting through time and circumstance. In every lifetime, for every iteration of them, Damian knows that it will always be this—them. The capacity doesn't matter, though there are times where his greed gets the best of him and he wants; when his feelings betray him and he hopes.

There is nothing dignified in his pining, but he accepts it for what it is. A star crossed love reduced to youthful folly. A fleeting infatuation that is the truest and most persisting thing Damian has ever known.

There is no one after Jason.

There is no one but Jason.

Too often his steadfast devotion is spurned. His fidelity discounted because Damian is a boy not yet a man. Too wrought with trauma to understand that the love he perceives is nothing more than 'an instinctual response to find safety when his circumstances were otherwise unstable,' 'a persisting coping mechanism because life, still, feels unsafe.'

It's nothing so complicated. Simply put: Jason is challenging. Jason is difficult. He is fight and fire, with split knuckles and blood in bared teeth. All biting wit and sharp tongue; an ornery menace. Capable, competent. More than that - Jason is kind. He is rough edges, jagged in a way that cuts, but he is sensitive and vulnerable in spite of it and the strength in his compassion is breathtaking.

A fierce protector. A gentle caretaker. A brilliant mind with a beautiful heart. With perseverance and fortitude. With tentative benevolence and foolhardy hope.

It doesn't matter that not many others understand nor care to. The mechanization of the universe is too fickle for the comprehension of fools. The universe gives him Jason because there would be nothing without him - not after Damian tears apart worlds and timelines to have him back.

Damian will always fall first; he'll always fall harder.

Unbecoming though it may be to be so hopelessly lovelorn, he pines with grace. It's an unspoken compromise that he will not have more than this. In that same vein, he will not have less. It's something that Damian makes his peace with.

Maybe that's why he feels at such a loss when, due to more Gotham tomfoolery, his Jason is spirited away and replaced by another. It happens abruptly, in a flash bang of light and smoke after Jason pushes Damian out of the way of an oncoming blow. His voice still echoes through the alleys around them, vicious to disguise his panic. And when Damian snatches his hand out to grasp at Jason, he does not find gnarled scars - only brittle bones.

It's a cruel cosmic joke, he thinks to himself. As if this small wisp of a boy who took his beloved's place could ever compare!

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'In any capacity,' Damian told himself, led astray by romantic whimsy and youthful folly. Tender sentiments make fools of all men. Damian is no exception.

Although Damian fully believes that any version of him loves Jason, he's stubborn in thinking that his love extends specifically to his universe's Jason and no other

Because the Jason of this time and place is his; everything he needed and that helped forge him into this person he's becoming

Jason is it for him. This pint-sized punk (Jaybin)? Damian is not enthused by him if only because Jaybin took away what was Damian's.

Hence Damian's first instinct being an irrational rage and a cold fear that lances through his heart.

For as familiar as Jaybin's eyes are, it misses something that's inherently Jason for him. It's his smile, so reminiscent of what Damian remembers from the league, that leaves Damian feeling like he's on unsteady ground though. Like he can't find his footing.

Even still, Damian being ornery because this Jason is not his Jason and being determined to feel nothing for him.

Joke is on Damian though because of course Damian falls in love with this boy, too.

He's doomed to this person; there's no escape. Damian will always fall for him because Jason's kindness is such an inherent thing to his person and Damian is so damn weak to it.

Just various scenes where Jaybin endears himself to Damian and Damian going from vicious beast to sourpuss to something reluctantly enamored.

Things like Jaybin being a friend to Damian when Damian is otherwise utterly alone and isolated. Jaybin having a strength of character that isn't spooked by the dark and ugly sides of Damian that turns others off to him. Jaybin seeing beneath all that and Damian being all prickly because he doesn't like being seen through so easily. But also, feeling relieved.

More things with Damian bristling over sharing the Robin mantle. Being content for all of a short while because Bruce isn't keen on letting Jaybin out and about, but Jaybin is so clearly lost at that lost connection with Bruce that Damian caves like a fucking softy (he blames Grayson) and takes Jaybin out, himself.

And Jaybin is so thrilled that there are more Robins. Damian talking all sorts of shit about the Robin!Tim because Tim isn't around at the time to defend himself ahahaha

Oh! Damian being at that point where he likes Jaybin, but stalwartly denies it. Him complaining to Dick about how Jaybin seems drawn to him and Dick laughing because he's been there. At which point Damian sputters with jealousy/possessiveness because what. )<

But yeah, Damian looking out for his predecessor. Jaybin also looking after Damian just as much. And he's just as brutal and vicious and fierce as Jason and it's -- wow. Damian has to tug at his collar because it's hot. The weather, of course. Just the weather.

More stuff maybe with all the Robins? Where Jaybin gets into some trouble and Damian is about to well and truly lose it given the crime. Tim having to hold him back before Damian does something he can't take back. And in coming Dick who fucks shit up for Damian as his proxy.

Omg, Jaybin admitting to his crush on Dick to Damian and Damian being so flummoxed because what the hell - he's been friendzoned? For Dick?? And Jaybin being oblivious. And a little tongue-tied because like. When Dick came in to save him it was whoah. Protective violence and cruel passion. Just nonstop blathering because Dick stepped in to do what Damian couldn't (because Damian has Bruce to contend with). It should be Damian fuuuuuuuuuuuu--

Damian gets due credit though. Maybe a little hooked pinky action that gets Damian all flustered. Because it's such a soft point of contact followed up by Jaybin smiling and thanking Damian, too. For coming after him. ;U;

Other thoughts: Jaybin seemingly friendzoning Damian and Damian comparing that to how his Jason rebuffs him.

Jason being easily flustered, but with steadfast morals. It's always 'not interested,' and 'no i'm not gonna wait,' and 'you shouldn't wait either omg--'

It's a persisting argument with them. It always ends on Damian complaining about how Jason forgets himself, a point he reminds Jason of often. It gets him nagged in turn, but it's a pleasant back and forth that settles them both, Damian thinks.

Even still, Damian longs for him.

He longs for Jaybin, too.

And of course Jaybin has a crush on Damian, too. Their relationship is all innocent companionship and playful flirting and tentative affections. Just touch starved, hurt boys finding comfort in each other and feeling seen for the first time. Because they're both a little broken, a little fucked up; more dark and violent and volatile, but also sensitive and guarded and lost. But with each other it's not so scary. ;U;

Anyway, mutual feelings. But of course Damian has a compromise with the universe, so in that moment where Damian can have him, Jaybin is taken away from him. Because Damian won't be without Jason, but he can't have Jason, either.

And Damian knows this, but it fucking hurts. He bears it well, but Jason would see the devastation Damian tries to hide and ugh, Jason would be so guilty. He'd wrap himself around Damian and just. There's no point in apologizing, so he'd thank Damian instead.

For being there for him. For loving him. ;A;

Damian holding fast to this Jason so that he doesn't lose him, too.

[icycoldninja]

Hey, I read your rules, but there was no way to signify whether or not your requests were open that I could see. If they're not, feel free to ignore this, but I've had a thought about the DMC boys.

What would it be like dating them throughout the years? Like your relationship starts in game one and how it evolved through game 5?

Again, feel free to ignore if you want, have a good night/day/evening/morning!

Oh, that's OK. Requests are open for now. Enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Reader longtime relationship headcannons

WARNING: MAAAAAJOR SPOILERS FOR ALL THE GAMES!!

¤ Dante ¤

-Let us remember that the DMC timeline is not in the same order as the games. When you first met Dante, he would have been in his late teens, during the events of DMC3.

-He would undoubtedly be very depressed and push you away after Vergil "dies", but you're committed enough to date someone like him, so you'll find a way to get him to open up to you.

-You'd end up accompanying him through almost every mission, spending your downtime at Devil May Cry, trying to keep the place clean. Of course, you'll also be working really hard to try and pay off his debts.

-You were by his side when he fought Nelo Angelo, being the only one he could truly rely on after that incident, and you were also one of the first besides Dante himself to meet Nero.

-By this point, he would be much older and much wiser, his depression now masked by an air of comedic flamboyance and extroversion. He does a great job fooling everyone else, but not you. You see right through him, but you don't really care. He's been your Dante since the beginning of this saga and he always will be.

-You'll watch him dive off the top of the Qliphoth with his brother whom he thought he lost, and you'll smile, silent tears of both nostalgia and sadness running down your cheeks. You guys have grown so much throughout the years. He started out as a disrespectful punk, much like Nero is today, and now he's grown into a seasoned middle aged man, but he's still your Dante.

-Will you ever get to see each other again? Most would tell you that you would not, but knowing that pizza-crazed idiot, he'll find a ridiculous way to come back home to you.

■ Vergil ■

-You met Vergil during his travels for MOTIVATION, as he searched for POWER. He did not want to get involved with a pathetic human such as yourself, but you stuck around anyway, and managed to make him get used to you.

-Yes, this does mean you are Nero's mother, and yes, originally, you guys planned to be a happy family before he began overthinking and worrying too much.

-He did try to warn you after Nero was born that sticking around him was foolish, and that you would only get hurt, but you didn't care. Turns out, he was right. You had the displeasure of watching him fall off the Temen-ni-gru to what you could only presume was his death.

-Heartbroken, you then sent Nero to an orphanage while you searched for a way to enter Hell and against all odds, you succeeded. You were met with horrors and challenges unlike anything you'd ever seen before down there, but you persevered for the sake of your loved one.

-You found him strung up in chains, the Yamato lying brokenn on the ground nearby, his body bruised and broken. You tried to free him, but Mundus appeared and commanded his demons to take you away. By the time you'd escaped and returned, he was gone.

-Thankfully, you never had to witness your beloved turn into Nelo Angelo, because honestly, the chances of your mental state surviving that whole ordeal is less than 10%.

-You would have had a tearful reunion when he came back, but he had higher priorities: destroying the Qliphoth. He'll be back soon, you reasoned, as you held your grumbling son in your arms, leading him back to the van. He always returns--he has to.

□ Nero □

-Your relationship with Nero really isn't that complicated.

-You guys met in the orphanage where he was abandoned by his very thoughtless mother, and grew closer as you got older.

-You comforted him when he was bullied by the other kids, oftentimes fighting back with insultes just as vile as the ones they threw at him.

-You are the only person Nero never gets mad at. You're an angel in his eyes for sticking by his side for so long, so he can't find it in his heart to snap at you.

-By the time he meets Dante and joins him as a fellow devil hunter, you guys are ready to elope. While your wedding plans get sidetracked by Urizen's emergence and the loss of Nero's arm, you're still madly in love.

-You were once again at his side, helping him while he struggled to cope with the fact that the very demon he had been attempting to kill was part of his dad all along, and continued to support him as he watched the only family he ever knew leap off a demonic tree, presumably never to be seen again.

-You still plan to get married, but Nero wants to wait until Dante and Vergil return so they can be present at the ceremony.

● V ●

-Your relationship with V may have been short, but in that small amount of time, you made extremely precious memories.

-You met him a few days after his birth, deciding to approach him after seeing him wandering around with that bird of his.

-Introducing yourself was one of the smartest decisions you'd ever made, for it opened the gateway to a beautiful friendship and passionate romance.

-You only knew him for a month or so, but it felt like you'd known each other forever. He just understood you in ways you never understood yourself.

-You help each other through your respective problems; he gives great advice and you help him walk on days when he simply cannot move properly on his own.

-Watching him return to Vergil was one of the saddest moments of your life, but at least you can take comfort in the fact that he's not dead, simply gone.

-Besides, Vergil can summon him again whenever he wishes, so perhaps if you befriend him, he'll give you your precious poet back.

[m-n-m-s]

Hobie X reader who doesn’t admit they’re punk. They diy everything, only listen to hardcore punk, and have the political beliefs but just don’t admit it.

i love this idea omg 🫶🏻

Stubborn.

Hobie Brown x StubbornPunk!Gn!Reader

Warnings: fluff!!, a lil cursing

"That's li'erally the basis of what being punk is, love."

You sighed heavily and turned to look at Hobie. He looked back at you with a smirk, sitting cross-legged on the edge of your bed. You had just finished ranting to him about something that you saw the day before, walking around in front of him because you couldn't sit still, and pinning the problems on the (in your words) 'shitty problem solvers in the government'.

After explaining the very simple solutions that those people refused to acknowledge, you stopped to take a breath, allowing Hobie to drop that sentence into the break.

It wasn't that you had a problem with being a punk—if anything, you were far from that. You just didn't think that you qualified as a punk; a fact that Hobie made sure to challenge every chance he got.

You stood there in silence, looking at Hobie, who sat with a smug little expression on his face. "Seriously?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

"I'm just sayin'," he said innocently. You weren't fooled.

"What's with you always trying to prove to me that I'm punk?" you asked exasperatedly, crossing your arms. "Aren't you the one who always says he 'hates labels'?"

There's silence for a moment. Then, you hear a light chuckle from behind you and the slight creak of your bed as Hobie stood. "I suppose I did say that," he said, slightly amused. You watched as he slowly walked past you, to your closet in the corner. "But even I admit that I fall somewhere under that ca'egory." You raise an eyebrow as he opens the closet door with a slight flourish. He peeks back behind the door at you, raising an eyebrow as he glanced into the small, but cluttered closet. You nodded, showing that you were fine if he looked in there.

You heard him faintly mutter something under his breath as he pushed some stuff around in there before a soft ha! met your ears. Hobie turned back to face you, holding up your favorite jacket, the one that had all the little patches you made sewn on. You could still see where you painted a few designs onto it, creeping behind the fabric. You raised your eyebrows. "You made this yourself," he said simply, gently laying it down on your bed. It was phrased as a question, but he spoke it like a fact, which it was.

You sighed, knowing what was coming. He slowly pulled out every article of clothing you had ever added your own touch to, laying them on top of each other. "An' this," he said, pulling out another pair of jeans.

You looked at the slowly growing pile on your bed and sighed again. "Please tell me you're putting that back yourself," you mumbled. Hobie paused slightly in his little quest.

"Only if you admit it," he said cheekily, pulling out more things from the closet. If you were being entirely honest with yourself, you had forgotten half of those even existed. You sighed once more, watching as he finished going through your closet. "These," he says, waving a hand at the pile on your bed, "were all somewhat made by you, even in a small way. Correct?"

You nodded hesitantly, confused as to where he was going with this. Hobie closed your closet door. "What was the last music genre you lis'ened to?" he asked. Before you could even open your mouth to respond, he spoke again. "Punk. Punk rock, specifically."

"What does that have anything to do with—"

Hobie held up a finger as he interrupted your sentence. "You've got the politics"—his face wrinkled slightly at that word, making you crack a little smile—"an' the style," he says, vaguely gesturing at you and the pile of clothes on your bed. "All you're missin' is a big ol' neon sign that just says punk on it." You rolled your eyes, and just as you opened your mouth to speak, Hobie cut in again. "Just admit it," he teased, standing in front of you.

"Why are you so adamant in getting me to 'admit it'?" you huffed, crossing your arms. Hobie chuckled, tilting his head the slightest bit.

"Because you're so stubborn, swee'heart," he said, leaning slightly closer to you. You narrowed your eyes playfully, not really able to combat that statement since it was a fact. Hobie mirrored you, locking you into a stare-down of sorts. Due to the fact that your eyes were beginning to water (and Hobie didn't look like he was going to blink any time soon), you stepped away from him with an eye roll.

You walked back to the pile of clothes, carefully starting to put them back where they were. "Still not a punk," you muttered, folding a pair of jeans that were adorned with little patches. You saw Hobie raise an eyebrow at the irony, but he (for once) didn't say anything. Instead, when you turned around to grab another thing to put back, he was already there, holding out another jacket. You sighed, bringing a smirk to his face, and took it back to where it was supposed to be.

"Are you trying to bribe me into admitting it?" you asked, turning around to grab another hanger.

"Depends," Hobie teased, "is it workin'?" You shot him a deadpan look, turning back to the closet.

"No."

Just as you hung it up, a pair of arms made their way around your torso and pulled you backward onto your bed. You stumbled slightly before landing on your back, glaring at Hobie, who now stood above you. He gave you a little grin before promptly landing on you. You raised an eyebrow as he lifted his head slightly to look at you. "'M not gettin' up until you admit it, darlin'" he mumbled, smirking slightly.

You sighed, knowing damn well that he meant every word. "Okay, that's just cheating," you complained, glaring playfully at him. Hobie just shrugged, showing no signs of moving any time soon. You two lay there in silence until you closed your eyes and sighed once more. You saw a smile slowly creep onto Hobie's lips as he raised his head, just a little.

"Fine," you grumbled, exasperated. "Maybe I do qualify as punk."

You felt Hobie shift slightly, before lifting himself partially off of you. "There, was that so difficult?" he said lightly, grinning. You rolled your eyes as he helped you up. Just as you were about to go back to putting your clothes back into your closet, he tugged you back gently, a hand on your arm. You felt him gently kiss your head before moving his hand from your arm. "Stubborn," he mumbled affectionately, letting you go back. He sat on your bed, handing you clothes as you put them back.

"Since you admitted it, finally, I'm stickin' to my word and helping you," he said, running his fingers along the edges of a patch on my shorts.

You hide a smile. "That's a new one," you teased softly, turning your head to look at him. He mock-gasped, the edges of his lips turning into a smile.

"Rude!"

sorry this took so long guys 🥲

it ended up longer than i expected but wtv

if the formatting is being wacky w the photos just ignore it I'll try n fix it later 😾

i'll proofread later, but for now enjoy 🫶🏻

[malvo-ish]

💙 Starbula Week Day 2: Music ❤️

I originally planned to write Nebula reacting to a playlist Peter made her but in the end I decided to make the playlist instead. :)

I tried keeping it 70s, 80s, 90s and early 2000s as I headcanon Peter, despite his now fully access to every song in existence, sticking to his familiar sounds. I still sprinkled some bands/songs in I could imagine him checking out that aren't his regular picks. For example I think he would be fond of Daft Punk, or more their musical movie Interstella 5555 because of the Alien-Musical-Setting.

It was actually quite the challenge for me imagine what type of music Peter may be into without getting too much influenced by my own taste or straight up coping the Awesome Mix' ^^;

But now enough of the TMI xD

About the Playlist:

The idea was Peter creating a Playlist with songs that mirror his feelings towards Nebula. Straight up sappy, multiple confession songs, songs about how she makes him feel and yeah, I may put in some h0rny stuff in too. We're still talking about Peter "Horndog" Jason Quill. Lol (Nine Inch Nails' Closer was a risky pick ngl)

I like to imagine that Peter left Nebula the playlist to tease her and make her blush, even if he couldn't see it while he was on earth. Nebula would listen to it whenever she misses him, wearing one of his shirts while going through all kinds of emotions. Peter got her a smartphone with spotify installed so she could always listen to his newest additions. For Nebula it's actually so overwhelming but it makes her feel special. Knowing one of Peter's favorite things is music, knowing he thinks about her while listen to those songs may actually made her tear up, even the sappy ones.

Everytime Peter comes back he will ask Nebula if she'd listen to the new song on the playlist and he may go in an explanation rush what made him pick that one. What makes Nebula feeling loved even more.

My personal headcanon about Nebula's favorites:

I touch myself - Divinyls

This woman finds calming comfort knowing she wasn't the only one being absolutly horny pre-relationship lol

Fooled Around And Fell In Love - Elvin Bishop

Let this woman feel some sort of pride knowing she was the one Peter fell in love again after everything. She needs that. 😮‍💨

Like A Prayer - Madonna

Legit love the thought of Nebula being into (old) Madonna Music, although she didn't got the real meaning behind this song. Lol

Sorry it's no fanfiction, I had a few falling out of ideas(same with Day 1 so, yeah I gonna post something to that later on) but I hope you still somewhat like my little playlist! 💙❤️

[retromotherfuckers]

OBX Rock Band AU (headcanon)

Characters:

jj maybank, john b routledge, pope hayward, kiara carrera, sarah cameron

Word Count:

~700

A/N:

i have no idea if this has been done before but the idea came to me the other night in the shower lol. i’m in a band so you can guess what i loosely based this on

dividers by @strangergraphics

JJ - Drums

is my opinion biased on this one? probably

my favorite band member and character

the one with the most problems

drinks a little too much,  stoner

personal life in shambles most of the time

once he found the drums as an outlet he dove into it, eventually becoming an intensely devoted musician 

that drum set has seen some things

jj lets his anger out on that poor, innocent drum set

all the different pieces have had to be replaced so many times because he beats the living shit out of them

the one that got john b into rock music and the rest was history

he's not one of the chill drummers who just shows up and does their thing, this man is a show-off

so many tricks

long solos whenever the chance arises for one

flirts with the entire band

music genres: rock, grunge, alt, metal

bands/artists: Sex Pistols, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses, Def Leppard

John B - Lead Vocals/Rhythm Guitar

a no-brainer. this is practically canon

no i will not be hearing opposing opinions at this time

he's the frontman

the one most people's eyes are drawn to right away

controls the vibe in the room

him and jj put on a show

stoner

is naturally a gifted singer, but had a vocal coach for a little while to get some pointers

rhythm guitar because most rock songs need at least two guitars and he's played guitar since he was a kid just for fun

music genres: country, rock, alt, pop when jj isn't around

bands/artists: The Rolling Stones, Paramore, Fall Out Boy, Aerosmith, Taylor Swift, Johnny Cash 

Pope - Lead Guitar/Band Manager

he's just there to vibe but also an incredibly skilled guitarist 

the one that tries extremely hard to keep everyone on track, but can't because no one listens to him

also the one that found kiara and Sarah

he's classically trained, but he only did classical as a kid because that's what he thought the smart kids were supposed to do

he plays like Slash: relatively controlled body language, but his fingers fly back and forth on the frets 

music nerd

everyone can tell he loves what he's doing

manager because who else would manage these fools?

music genres: rock, alt, indie rock

bands/artists: Falling in Reverse, Foo Fighters, Arctic Monkeys, Green Day, Hozier, The Killers, The 1975

Kiara - Bass

i will not be accepting arguments on this one

she 100% grew up on cello, but wanted to rebel against her parents as a teen and switched to rock but realized she fucked with it

this girl is hot as all hell and knows it, but has nothing to prove

she's one of the more responsible members of the group but also super laid-back

stoner

effortlessly keeps everyone in check 

she just wants to vibe and play some songs

flirts with the entire band

weird, hippie, earthy screams bass player

music genres: indie rock, r&b, pop punk, anything from the '60s and '70s

bands/artists: Janis Joplin, The Strokes, Young The Giant, Hozier, Paramore, Joan Jett, Whitney Houston

Sarah - Backup Vocals

she was definitely an attention seeker in her young years and would've hated backup, but now she's perfectly content chilling in the background with some killer harmonies 

she has a few songs she leads in the set when john b needs a rest

she absolutely KILLS them

but she loves playing with the melody and adding a harmony on something that you wouldn't expect

this girl has perfect pitch so harmonizing takes about 3% effort from her

if a song is too low for her or too high for john b, she transposes everything (perfect pitch and all)

she will. not. touch. an electric guitar with a 10-foot pole. 

don't ask, i have no explanation for that one

on the occasion a song needs keys, she's the go-to

music genres: she's a retired theatre kid so she listens to just about everything under the sun except country

bands/artists: Taylor Swift, The Beatles, Queen, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Knicks, Amy Winehouse

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Under the Mask: Chapt. 2: The Not Date (Hobie Brown x reader)

Summary: Love at first sight can be a thing if you let yourself go with the flow.

TW: None

Word count: 2k

Chapt 1 | Chapt 3

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Hobie laughed and joked around with Gwen, Miles and Pav while at the headquarters. They had a quick mission that went well and were feeling good about it. Hobie had set an alarm on his phone to alert him when it was 6pm. When the alarm went off, he was quick to pick up and walk away.

“Later.” He said as he walked away not looking back.

The gang looked at each him in dismay. Where was he heading to? No one dared to ask.

In his Spiderman suit he swung from building to building making his way home. He was in a hurry to shower and get ready before he headed your way. He climbed through the window of his bedroom. It didn’t matter who saw him come and go, he lived alone. Since losing his uncle he chose to use the money he makes from his gigs to live on his own. He didn’t want to burden the rest of his family. He made sure to always look out for himself.

He made sure to not only look good for you, but he also wanted you to remember how he smelled. He wanted his scent on you. It felt primal. It felt right.

By 6:45pm he was on his way to pick you up. Walking was so tedious when he could just use his spiderwebs to take him to your place. He wanted to give you flowers but decided against the societal norms of romance. He will bring you his presence and make an impression that way. Additionally, he didn’t want you freaking out with how serious he wanted to take this. He wanted to go slow. Let you get used to him before he leaned in hard.

He spruces himself up, checks his breath and rings the doorbell to your place. You squeal with excitement and run down the stairs to open the door. Before you open the door, you straighten out your outfit, check your breath and then open the door. Hobie could’ve sworn he was going out with an angel. You looked stunning. Your outfit accentuated your body in all the right places. He couldn’t help but wonder what his hands would feel on your skin. You hold your breath as you take him in. He was picture perfect. Handsome and breathtaking. And his scent. Oh, how rugged he smelled.

“Dove, you’re a sight to see.” He complimented you.

“You’re not looking bad yourself.” You responded.

“I do what I can.” He smirked.

“Well, where are you taking me?” You hated being straight forward, but you were starving.

Hobie chuckles. “Com’ on.”

You silently walk beside each other not knowing what to say. For Hobie it was comfortable, and he liked your presence. He had to remind himself not to stare at you.

“So.. When you’re not breaking the rules at school, what are you doing?” You ask.

Hobie holds in his desire to say that he’s saving the world and chose a more mundane answer, “Playin’ wit’ my band.”

“You have a band?”

“Yeah. We play punk rock. You shoul’ come’ and see us som’ time.” He looks down at you, hopefully you’ll take him up on his offer.

“I’m down. Where do you play?”

“A lil’ dank bar. I’ll show you it after dinn’er.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Hobie stops in front of what seems to be a locally owned restaurant. Small and quaint. You had your doubts but you were always down for something new.

“They serve the best food here.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

When you enter, you’re quickly seated by a  window. You don’t waste time looking through the menu. Hobie already knew what he wanted. He took the time to look at you as you scanned the menu. He would never thought he would fall for this so fast. He felt like a fool pining for you this hard.

“Hmm, what are you going to order?”

“Banger n’ mash, of course.”

“Of course. I’m still new to the London food scene, so I’m gonna gamble and hope for the best.”

“Brave.”

You put down your menu, already having decided what to eat. Eventually the server takes your order after bringing you water.

While you waited for the server you both sat there. You tried to avoid his gaze, but Hobie wasn’t playing games. With his head cradled in his hands, and elbows on the table he looked at you intently.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You turn to face him.

He smiles. “I hope to take as many pictures as I can.”

You hold in a giggle. You felt like a lovesick fool. You just met this boy, get a   grip!

You ponder on what else to ask him, “You got any family?”

“Don’t we all?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Got n’ auntie. Uncle passed. No parents. I currently live alone.”

“You live alone! No adults? That’s way rad.”

Hobie continued to take you in. This time he leans back, trying to appear nonchalant after noticing how he was devouring you whole with his gaze.

“You, family?”

“Just my dad. Mom passed away when I was little.”

Before you could ask more questions, the server brought you your food. You look at your slice of fish pie like it was alien. Hobie can’t help but laugh at your reaction.

“Never had it before?” he asked.

“Not really. It sounded good, it smells good but it looks weird.”

“Wanna trade?” He offers.

You look at his meal and it looks less appetizing. “Nah, I’ll be fine. I’m just taken aback at how it looks.”

“If you hate it, we can go somewhere else.”

“No! This is fine. I’m fine.” You said embarrassed.

Of course, you would find a way to make a fool of yourself. Hobie simply smiled. He found it cute that you were willing to step out of your comfort zone. He liked that you were willing to try new things. He hoped that you did it for him.

You eventually take a bite of your meal and find it to be quite appetizing. Hobie notices the change in your demeanor as you take bite after bite. He is happy that you are enjoying the meal.

In between bites and sips you continue asking Hobie questions about why Punk Rock as his choice of music. You ask him about hobbies and find out he mostly plays music, causes havoc and lays about. You can’t help but giggle at his blunt answers. This was a man you could get used to.

When you finish your meal, you take out your wallet to pay.

“Hol’ on, love. ‘m takin’ you out.” He interjects.

“Like a date?” You pushed on the matter.

It dawned on Hobie that you had trapped him into admitting this was a date. He shakes his head as he chuckles. I guess you were sharper than he gave you credit for.

“I don’t like labels but yes, like a date.” He admitted.

“You don’t like wasting time, do you?”

“The more time I spend wit’ you the bet’er.”

You blush furiously. This man knew all the right things to say.

After paying Hobie walks you to the dank pub he was talking about.

“Here. This is where we play. We have a show this Saturday.” He pushes on the matter.

“Aren’t you going to be too distracted with me in the crowd?” You teased.

“I’ll play bet’er with you there.”

You laugh at his retort. Of course he would have a comeback.

“Com’ on. Let me take you to the park.”

“Wow, this is a date.” You continued to tease.

As you walk side by side to the park Hobie felt bold. Maybe it was too early, but he needed to know how you felt. He reaches his hand and catches yours. You jolt a little from the contact but quickly settle in. This felt right. His big calloused hands cradled your smaller softer hands. Hobie smirked when he noticed you didn’t pull away.

You both walked around the park taking in the almost fall trees and fauna. You talked about how boring school was and how you dreaded having to face Joshua again. Hobie asked you about friends. You explained that, at the moment, you didn’t have none due to the move. He talked about his friends, omitting the part where they were all spidermen. The night had fallen and the light posts flickered on. You looked at the time.

“I think I have to get back home.”

“You got a curfew?”

“No, but I don’t know when my father will be back. And… I kinda didn’t tell him I was going out on a date.”

“Ashamed of me?” Hobie felt uncomfortable with your statement.

“No! It’s not that. It’s just so fast, I don’t want my father to think I’m running around with boys to like act out or something.”

“Interesting.” Hobie let go of your hand as you both stood there. You instantly missed his warmth.

“Listen, this is my second day here. I don’t have anybody. I don’t want my father’s first impression of you to be that I just jumped into the first boy I met arms. Uggh, I’m just digging the hole, aren’t I?” You look down not knowing how to fix the situation.

Hobie didn’t know how much he hated seeing you this way until now. He groaned internally knowing he was about to cave.

“I don’t understand but I know you didn’ mean it in a malicious way.”

You sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Wha’ are you apologizing’ for?”

“I don’t know. Being an idiot? Not knowing how to explain myself.”

Hobie couldn’t help but smile. You were so cute when you were apologetic. “Love, ‘is all right. Com’ on, let me take you home.”

On the way back Hobie extended his hand again to grab yours. You sighed internally. It just felt right. You were both silent on the way back. You didn’t know what else to say or ask. You were still upset with yourself. Hobie on the other hand was battling demons. He was deciding whether to kiss you goodnight or not. It was the first date, and he didn’t know if it was appropriate to kiss you. I mean, he was dying to taste you, but he had to take it slow and not get lost in you. Then again, damned be societal norms and what is expected of him in each date.

When you make it back to your house you both stand there, awkwardly as if waiting for the other to make a move. Hobie feels bold and reaches for your face to caress it.

“I had fun.” He admits.

You smile at his touch. “Me too. Thank you for everything.”

A minute passes. Two. He concedes.

“I got to go.” You announce.

He moves his hand from your face to your hand. He lifts it up and kisses it.

“A hand kiss?” You tease him.

“That’ll do for now.”

You chuckle. “Fine. But you owe me.”

He arches his brow in confusion, “What?”

“You’ll figure it out.” You say as you walk away from him and enter your home.

Outside, Hobie stands lovesick and incredulous. What were you doing to him. His hard edges soften when he is around you. He didn’t hate how he felt but he feels it to be alien. He has been in love before but never like this. Love at first sight is a thing.

Inside, you walk into the kitchen to find your father eating a sandwich.

“Where’ve you been?” He inquires.

“Out with a friend.” You say.

“A friend? On your first day of school? It’s that y/ln charm!”

You laugh, “Sure.”

You look over at the counter and notice multiple bottles of alcohol. “Are we opening a bar?’

“No. It was a present from the clients I met with today.”

You pick up a bottle, “It’s concerning that these are the gifts they give you for your hard work.”

“And money. They pay me good and help me have a good time.”

You look at him worried. Your father was never much of a drinker. You wondered what he would do with all the alcohol.

“Well, I’m heading to bed.” You say as you walk away.

Your father nods and continues to eat his sandwich.

While laying in bed you couldn’t help but replay your day. It had definitely taken a turn for the better. You worried that you were moving too fast with Hobie. After all, you just met. You weren’t a believer of love at first sight, but Hobie defied that standard, much like everything else he does.

Hobie walked home with a swagger feeling himself for a good night with you. Once inside he was quick to get ready for bed. He laid in his bed looking at the ceiling taking it all in. Who knew an American girl would catch his heart like this. He pondered on what did you mean he owes you. Were you asking for a real kiss? Were you ready for that? He blushed in the dark of his room contemplating what you would taste like. He wanted to give himself to you in wanton abandon but, again, he wanted to take it slow. He didn’t want to scare you off. After all, he was an intense man with intense feelings. At the end, you were his whether you were ready to admit it or not.

[the-kr8tor]

"Oksers- Hobie thinking he's living a horror movie when he visits r's apartment but it's just Blobbie. Blobbie was the symbiote cat right?"

To elaborate I meant like, the first time he come over. I expect that can be nerve wrecking but I haven't a clue 🤷‍♀️

Blobbie!! I missed the little fella! I hope you like it, pinky! ❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for clothing,) Blob au, symbiote cat au, established relationship, cw food mention, fluff!

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Hobie has faced countless villains and threats throughout his time as Spider-Man, but when you invited him to visit you at your place for the very first time, his nerves lit up more than that one time the lizard flicked him away with his tail like a ragdoll.

His hands are trembling around the bouquet he picked for you straight from his garden, all your favourites all bundled up in crepe paper and baby's breath. And if that's not enough, he also got something from the deli, the same place where you two had your first official date that doesn't include band practices and staying at his houseboat. He remembers being nervous back then like how he is now. He just doesn't want to mess it up, if that's even possible when it's just a simple date at your place. But it means taking a step further in the relationship, being invited to someone's space is a big thing, and he fancies you too much to make a fool out of himself.

What if he tracks mud in your home? He checks under his boots and wipes the soles on the doormat again. What if he breaks something? Hobie just has to make sure that he's extra careful. Shit, what if he clogs the bloody toilet? He may as well bolt away at the thought. He perishes it out of his mind and with a deep inhale and exhale, he finally knocks.

“Hobie?!” Your muffled yell through the door has Hobie smiling. “It's open! I'm still in the bathroom, sorry!”

He'll say something to you about the dangers of leaving the door unlocked later as he opens it with a squeak. The place is cozy, a bit dim while his vision adjusts to the lack of light.

“‘m in, lovie!” He yells back, untying his shoes at the foyer and leaving it beside the now locked door. “And I've got takeout! Where are you?” His eyes can't help but roam around the space and stare at the furniture and decorations. If only he could find the light switch then he can admire it all without squinting.

“In the bathroom! I'll be out in a minute, sorry! Make yourself at home!”

The sound of rushing water inside the closed bathroom door indicates that you are just a door away from him. He waves a scandalous thought away from his mind as his skin warms up.

“A–Alright!” Almost choking, he places the flowers and food on the kitchen counter right next to a black goop. Wait, a black blob? “What the fuck?” He sees the light switch on the wall beside it and flicks it on.

The goop seems to be sentient as the surface of it warbles and slithers. Hobie can't take his eyes off it as it suddenly grows a swishing tail and a pair of milky white eyes that blink at him.

“Fuck!” He stumbles back, heart beating rapidly in his chest as he falls backwards on the plush couch. His head almost hits the coffee table, thank goodness for his quick reflexes. “Love!”

His frantic call can't be heard above the sound of the shower. “There's a bloody thing ‘ere!”

“Mrow?” The meek meow says that you have a cat, you have told him that you do have a pet, but the almost guttural mewl deep inside the throat says that it may not have come from a regular cat.

Hobie moves backwards as the black blob leaps off the counter, stretching its body unnaturally and perching itself on the top of the couch. It smiles wickedly, teeth bared, sharp and in rows like a shark's. The ears flicks, tail moving from side to side as it eyes him down through its beady eyes like the creature wants to eat him whole.

That is definitely not a cat.

It leaps at him, claws reaching towards him as it screeches.

“Love!” Hobie shields himself with his arms, but the scratching doesn't come as he hears purring.

“What did I tell you about suddenly pouncing?” Your cooing has Hobie peeking through his arms.

“Meow?”

“You know what I meant, blobbie. Don't be mean to my guests, especially him.” You say gently even though you're chastising the creature in your arms. Hobie swears that he heard you whisper a ‘I like him so please behave.’ You're still in your bathrobe, water dripping from your hair. It meows again, gently biting at your finger. “And you're not allowed to eat people either.” You answer as if you could understand its language. He won't put it past you since you're brilliant in every way.

Hobie raises a brow, mouth agape at what he's looking at. It's not the weirdest thing he has ever seen, but it is definitely peculiar to say the least. The blob has settled in your arms, its slime-like body spilling over your arms like an oil slick that's trying to escape from a barrel.

“What?” He asks breathlessly, standing up and pointing at the mass in your arms.

“I'm sorry, Hobie.” You wince, apologetic and worried that you ruined it. “I meant to tell you about him but we keep getting interrupted.” It's true, whenever you get the courage to tell him about your sentient slime, he's rushing off to beat up a villain.

“What even is it?” He eyes its sharp teeth giving your hand a nibble, worried that it'll eventually break skin.

“His name is Blobbington, or Blob for short.” He waits for more explanation. “Remember that one time I told you about a meteor falling in my backyard?” Nodding, Hobie's worry grows at the thought of you having and living with a possible alien. You hold up the cat shaped blob as he blinks at Hobie. “This is the meteor.”

“Love…” he starts, and you immediately walk around the couch to face him.

“He's fine and he's such a good cat! An indoor cat mind you, I even house trained him! I promise he's not causing trouble.” Your eyes are frantic, hugging Blob to your chest as your lips wobble. “Are you going to take him away?”

Hobie can't help but feel bad, he takes one look at your puppy dog eyes and forgets that there's an interdimensional alien in his lovie's arms.

“‘m not.” He surrenders and your face lights up at his words. “If he's not trouble then he can stay.” It's not like he can take him away from you when you've fallen for the blob shaped cat. “‘sides, you love the little…” he flicks his eyes at the alien, who's smiling at him. “...bloke.” Crossing the distance, he tugs you towards him by the ribbon of your bathrobe. “As long as he's good to you—!”

You suddenly embrace him, and blob gets squished in between the two of you, seemingly unbothered as he purrs. “Thank you! He's nice, I swear to you.”

Hobie chuckles, feeling Blob's body attach to him. Patting your damp back, he leans away but before that he places a well meaning kiss on your temple then to your wet cheek. “Is this what you're wearing for our date? ‘m not complainin’.”

You cup his cheeks, eyes lovingly gazing at him. “I’ll get dressed— Blob stop that!”

Hobie looks down and sees your cat trying to merge with him. “What the fuck?”

Snatching Blob away from Hobie as he refuses to let him go, you detach him with some effort. “What did I tell you about taking people's bodies as your own?!”

Hobie stares at you and Blob with wide eyes as he realizes that what you have in your arms is not a typical alien but a symbiote. It'll be a long date night for sure, and not like how he thought it would be.

[shaakyhaands]

CODVN but (some of) the princes play DND:

How they start playing, idk. Maybe it’s a dare. Maybe it’s a genuine, honest to god attempt from one of the princes to learn more about MC and her habits/hobbies/culture. Imo, Fenn probably did something and of course, the other princes got dragged into it.

Mc: DM

• is the one who introduced the game.

• Teaches the princes how to play

• tortures them when possible.

Toa and Guy:

• Wizards, because MC punked them.

• Convinced them they were the most powerful class at higher levels, neglected to inform them that they start with fuck all health.

• “Here’s this: if you’re so smart, why don’t you play a mundane who has to study magic? Humans play this class all the time, I bet you can’t handle it…”

• “You bet??? YOu BET?? Very well, speak less” *gets hit once, almost dies from 7 points of damage*

• Guy demands the opportunity to change his class, MC responds: “Okay! I’ll let you change your class— and everyone else will get the chance to multi class :)”

Toa: “multi… class?”

MC: “Oh, it’s when you get to reap the benefits of your character occupying two classes at once :)”

Guy grumbles, and falls into a stony silence.

• the two *barely* survive levels 1-3, but somehow they pull through. And suddenly, outside of game, they’ve started acting with a little more respect for those not magically gifted…

Fenn: Paladin.

• Still charisma based, so can still rizz and charm like Fenn is used to.

• But playing as a Paladin also serves as wish fulfillment, because that’s what DND is all about.

• You might be thinking, “A paladin?? But Fenn should be a Bard, it’s so clearly the best fit”. And I get you! But that’s exactly it— Fenn is already a Bard in his real life. Playing as one in game does nothing special for him. There’s no escapism, no fantasy. Here, he can be a knight in shining armor, upstanding and righteous, and all the other things not typically associated with Fenn. All the other things people don’t let him be, that his reputation prevent him from ever really achieving. Here, he can basically role play as Greyson. And honestly, who wouldn’t?

• is the first prince MC introduced the game to

• lowkey gets into it, and eventually does some of his own campaigns :)

Roy: Bard.

• Again, the name of the game is DND Wish Fulfillment. Roy looks up to Guy, who’s attribute is charisma. What class is based on that stat again? BARD. And now, Roy doesn’t have to be morally upstanding and perfect and unsoiled. He gets to be a little shit and enjoy it.

Lynt: I have no idea, NGL, but I’m thinking warlock.

• This is basically a DND joke— if you don’t know, warlocks have like, two spell slots. So if they want to cast more spells, they need to recharge, which is basically some form of rest.

• Don’t let this fool you, warlocks can be fucking BUSTED. Those two/three spell slots, they put them to fucking WORK. But they gotta get their rest in, dawg.

• in this way, they remind me of our sleepy boy. Quietly powerful as hell, but really only fuck around if they HAVE to. Otherwise, they kind of just mind their business.

Rio: Barbarian

• one of the easier classes to start with— and I know they’re ALL just starting, and I love Rio, but he can use the training wheels. Ain’t no shame in that.

• he approaches life in a way that’s very similar to barbarians: in a story, when Toa was telling him he was trying to put too much magic through too small an opening, Rio’s response was “oh, I know what to do! That just means I need to use EVEN MORE magic!” Like, shit, go off king.

• unlike some of the other princes, I don’t think he would be adverse to using melee over magic.

Lance: Rogue/Druid RANGER

• Lance gets to multi class because 1. I’m biased, and 2. I can see arguments for both classes.

• you may be thinking, “but shaaky, he’s the prince of wrath! His kingdom’s main export is mercenaries, ffs. Shouldn’t HE be a barbarian, or at least a fighter?” And again, I hear you! But, you gotta remember the magic words! Say em with me: “DND is wish fulfillment”. Lance fucking HATES how his kingdom is ran. That’s like, 80% of his story. He wouldn’t WANT to play a character built like that. Unless… it was for the people.

• correct me if I’m wrong, but Lance is the only prince who knows what it’s like to be poor. Not just a commoner, like actually destitute. He’s probably the prince with the most street smarts. And lowkey, he’s probably had to steal shit to survive at some point. He 1000% would ace the rogue class, and would probably stun the princes while he did it.

• Lance: “I loot the body”

Toa: “pardon?”

Lance: “I slit the guards throat, he fell over prone. I loot the body, for whatever valuables are on his person.”

MC: “make an investigation check”

Lynt: “…😨”

• Druid is there if he wanted to just fuck around and hang with animals.

• RANGER, oh my GOD ranger is RIGHT THERE, how did I miss that—

• Ranger is basically the flavor you get when you mix rogue and druid together, so it makes sense that it would fit Lance

• the man fucks off to the forest first chance he gets, everytime.

• just give him a bow already— he probably knows how to use it given his Ira background

• it’s the final battle, the other princes are up against the BBEG: Toa and Guy are on the brink of death, Roy and Rio are down, Fenn and Lynt are barely hanging in there— and then out of nowhere, a hissing noise rings out above everybody, followed by a sickening thwa-CHUNK. An arrow has lodged itself smack dab between the BBEG’s eyes, he falls over, dead. From 600 yards away, Lance’s character stands up, says “finally”, and leaves.

Other silly little head canons:

• instead of maps, MC uses magic to generate basically holograms of bosses and character minis.

The holograms move. So when the giant beast bellows, I mean it literally bellows, claws out and spittle flying and everything. More than once have the princes jumped back in their seats, genuinely scared by the images she generated.

Toa, traumatized: “Remember when I said you had no imagination?… I take it back. I take it all back…”

Guy, thinking to himself: if she ever did go evil on us, we’d be fucked…

• MC will call them on it if the princes lapse out of character.

MC will remind them their characters are, in some way very starkly, different from themselves, and for the story, those differences matter.

Guy: “what do you mean, he said he wouldn’t let us past?”

Mc shakes her head, does an accent: “gainst the rules, boy. Can’t be doing that”.

“Against the—?! You will LET ME PAST, you insolent mongrel—”

Mc: “roll to intimidate.”

Guy: “roll?”

Mc: “I’m sure, being a huffy prince of a powerful kingdom and all, demanding stuff usually works for you. But might I remind you, your highness— that you are playing a game. and in this game, your character is a scrawny, bookish sapling of a man who weighs about a third as much as the guard you’re talking to, and is around half his height. Tell me, what’s your charisma modifier?”

Guy frowns, but looks through his character sheet.

Guy: “… negative one?”

MC smiles: “Your character has the charisma of dragon piss filled boot. Which means you need a 16 or higher, otherwise this guard is going to laugh in your face and pat you on the head.”

Guy stares at MC, but says nothing.

Mc: “Now, your wisdom modifier?”

Guy: “what?”

Mc: “your wisdom modifier, what is it?”

He checks his sheet again.

Guy: “… it’s a positive 4.”

Mc: “you’re right, it is. Which is a hell of a lot better than a negative one. So, while it may not be intuitive, you’re going to be much more likely to convince this man to let you through if you utilize a wisdom based approach, as opposed to relying on charisma.”

Toa snorts: “what would you know of wisdom?”

Mc: “might I remind you that being an asshole is not listed as one of your character’s traits? Also, your character is currently otherwised engaged, trying not to die from missing the last step on the staircase. As such, you can’t hear this exchange.”

• Eventually, after getting familiar with the games mechanics, the princes do a campaign where they get isakied to Earth.

MC throws a lot of mundane shit at them, and they absolutely flounder trying to make any sense of it.

Guy: “Peanut butter?? What do you mean he’s allergic to peanut butter, what the devil is that??? Epipen??!”

Lynt, confused: “Almond milk?… how do they…?”

Toa: “I assure the woman that I am not, in fact, “tripping”, as she so claims. The floor is clear and level, and there are no staircases in sight.”

Fenn: “what do you mean he’s 63??? Good Creator, how long are humans lives again? Wasn’t it at least a 1000 years?…”

[just-animaxiz]

- SPIKE ROMANTIC HEADCANNONS -

Let's be real. Spike's never a dumb-falling-in-love type of guy. He's made to be a rebellious punk, so he doesn't make himself into a total fool over someone.

Whenever he does find someone, it has to be compatible to his interests. It's not just about appearances but what they do that gets him thinking.

They have to be against McFist, obviously, and treat robots with respect and care. Not like a mother because Spike thinks that's infantilizing, but as a person treating another person like a person. You get me?

Their taste on music depends, but there's a big chance Spike will like them if they love his music and spend time listening to it. Whether it'd be from concerts or practice or just him playing for fun, he really appreciates it if you stick around and hum the lyrics. It means a lot to him.

Spike may be an asshole, but it doesn't mean he say a lot of bad things. He just says what's on his mind and he doesn't filter out. If you get concern over your body size, Spike won't say stuff like "But you're always gorgeous" like No - Instead, he would say, "If you think your body's ugly, then I wouldn't date you without being blind! Now shut the trap, look away from that mirror, and let's go out!" Even though it might hurt your feelings because you thought he wouldn't care about your concerns, he meant it well.

Spike's love language to his partner is quality time. He had spent his life being a runaway loner and the only company he ever had are his people. He would spend time hanging out with people he care, and he makes schedule to keep himself in check to the people around. It doesn't have to be a fancy date or a walk to a park but maybe spend time in his room, walk with him as you travel around Scrap City, or be around him in general. He does need his space, whenever he gets stressed or irritated, but he might need your presence when he toned himself down.

On the other hand, Spike really loves physical touch with a hint of acts of service, but he doesn't say it often much. He appreciates it if his partner strokes his rusted face, or helps him with gathering or repairing others. It makes him think he's not alone and that there's someone who doesn't see him as a monster or a piece of trash.

Spike, despite having a red flag for being a rebellious unfiltered punk, ironically doesn't like red flags, specifically those that lead harm or humiliation to him or his people. He takes offense if you treat robots as inferior or second-class members of society, and he'll break things off if you only like him because of certain aspects. Like I said, he hates robots being infantilized, and he hates it even more when discrimination happened.

The leader occasionally has green flags depending on his attraction for you. He'll hand you his vest, give you time to rest if you need to, and he'll never bother to get what you want no matter what... Okay, the last one might be a yellow-ish flag because he'll do ANYTHING but it depends on the situation!

Here's more Spike stuff, this time with romance!

[themculibrary]

Punk!Bucky Masterlist

ain't nothing punk about that (ao3) - idekman steve/bucky, pepper/tony, clint/natasha, jane/thor T, 6k

Summary: Bucky tries not to get involved with high school drama shit. Steve Rogers is just another kid who gets beaten up in corridors.

Until he's not.

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In which Steve Rogers gets punched a lot and Bucky Barnes is getting a little sick of it.

All These Years (ao3) - endoftheline7 (orphan_account) steve/bucky, sam/sharon E, 5k

Summary: Steve Rogers doesn't get invited to parties much- but that's okay, he hates them anyway. However, after hooking up with the infamous Bucky Barnes at one, he decides that maybe they aren't so bad after all.

Behind All Things Are Reasons (ao3) - likeasugarcube steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Punk!Bucky/Hipster!Steve Coffeeshop AU

Bulldogs and Kittens (ao3) - Gothic_Lolita bucky/tony, past tony/justin T, 4k

Summary: When Bucky pretending to be some twink's boyfriend to protect him from an ex, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.

Cause You Look So Much Cuter With Something In Your Mouth (ao3) - Spiralblissx steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Steve is more than a little intrigued when he hears the rumor that Bucky Barnes has a dick piercing.

Children of the Sun (That's the Origin of Love) (ao3) - starknjarvis steve/bucky M, 7k

Summary: "Bucky is watching Steve pour himself a bowl of gluten-free Chex when it hits him like a sledgehammer. Steve is scrawny and short with a half-buzzed head, hipster glasses, and an array of avant-garde tattoos, and Bucky is so in love with him that it hurts." 

Bucky has a final exam tomorrow, has just realized he's in love with his best friend, and Natasha won't stop calling him an idiot.

He seriously needs a vacation.

Coming Home For Christmas (ao3) - Chiyume steve/bucky E, 118k

Summary: Steve Rogers is a good man. His friends have told him so on numerous occasions, but this might actually be more bordering on "stupid" rather than "kind".

Because what else would you describe the act of inviting a complete stranger - and thief - into your home over the Holidays?

Steve isn't quite sure what to call it himself, but fact is that when it comes to the case of Bucky Barnes, Steve's actually pretty okay with being referred to as an idiot, as long as it keep the other man safe. And to Steve's defence, it had all started out with such good intentions...

i'm a fool with a curse and a crush (ao3) - plutos steve/bucky T, 15k

Summary: "He is, of course, slightly confused as to why Steve has been so willing to hang out with him, considering Steve wears khaki pants and tucks his shirt into his belt, but figures if Steve is weird for hanging out with a kid who wears smudged eyeliner and metal studded leather around his wrists, then Bucky is also weird for voluntarily spending time with a skinny as fuck asthmatic who shines his shoes and combs his hair into place every morning."

aka skinny!steve and punk!bucky, who are really just two teenagers in love

i'm already falling (ao3) - lord_is_it_mine steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: Bucky is a barista. Steve just wants to draw him. And date him. A lot.

I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend (ao3) - MonstrousRegiment steve/bucky E, 13k

Summary: Bucky (the appallingly punk kid) gets drunk and accidentally breaks into Steve's (the outrageously hipster kid) apartment.

Honest mistake! He was trying to break into Natasha's next door.

Romance happens. (Somehow.)

Junior High Fantasies (ao3) - maybegracie steve/bucky T, 4k

Summary: In which Steve thinks that Bucky Barnes is planning his murder, but really he just has a big gay crush.

Just Give In (ao3) - Hattietheunicorn, Razzamatazz steve/bucky, clint/natasha, maria/sam M, 17k

Summary:

STEP 1: flirt with a hot guy at a karaoke bar but forget to get his number

STEP 2: form a rock band and hope said hot guy will audition for lead singer

STEP 3: ????

STEP 4: PROFIT

(aka Sam is fed up of Steve's pining and Steve and Bucky really need to learn how to communicate)

Man, It's So Loud In Here (ao3) - DaveCumstaine steve/bucky, ambiguous steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: He's bathed in varying spectrums of red and green, parting his lips slightly and closing his eyes to feel the beat more thoroughly. Steve is mesmerized by the angelic expression that graces his face, causing his heart to pound louder than the music.

(Aka)

Steve is bored. Bucky is a punk (sorta). Tony is a boring corporate jerk. Clint is secretly a wisecracking BAMF. And Bruce is just there.

More Than Meets the Eye (ao3) - Moons_of_Avalon steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Steve Rogers, for all that he has the face and demeanor of an angel, is no blushing innocent in bed. But Bucky's content to be the only one who knows it.

Punks & Poets (ao3) - im95notdead clint/bucky T, 5k

Summary: Bucky stood, grabbing his skateboard.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Gonna go kick some homophobic ass. Nice talkin’ to ya.”

The 6:45 to Midtown (ao3) - 17405 steve/bucky M, 59k

Summary: Steve rode the same train nearly every morning to work. He wasn’t entirely certain how long he’d been choosing the same car, but after he began to notice the regular face…

The Happily-Ever-After Business (ao3) - mambo steve/bucky T, 23k

Summary: After planning perfect weddings for New York's elite, wedding planner Steve Rogers is ready to find love for himself.

But he didn't anticipate falling in love with the tattoo artist who works down the street.

The Problem With Roommates (ao3) - Tealshirt steve/bucky M, 22k

Summary: Steve and Bucky have been exceptionally awkward lately, but they are starting to sort their problems out.

What, you never read smut before? (ao3) - Razzamatazz steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: From a Tumblr prompt: “You just caught me reading hardcore smut fan fiction during class and you’re wondering how I can read this with a blank face.”

In which Steve is a little hipster shit and poor Bucky is just an embarrassed punk with a crush.

You Can Make It (To the Sunrise) (ao3) - starlight_starbright steve/bucky, background pepper/tony, background clint/natasha, background sam/maria, background thor/jane E, 5k

Summary: Bucky is an ex-marine going back to college where he meets Steve Rodgers—the hot guy in his 8am math class.

Steve is an artist who drinks too much coffee and gets sick a lot.

[honkycat-reviews]

Stephen Trask- Hedwig and the Angry Inch

listened on CD from 2001

summary: stop what you're doing and go watch this movie. this movie is raw, it's drag, it's rock, it's fun, it's devastating, it's ugly, it's pretty, it's camp cunt and couture! one of my roman empire films. this soundtrack has the same cult-favorite energy as rocky horror picture show, but the songs rewired my brain at 15. hot take but i don't think this film is about being transgender- i think it's about autonomy. :)

background: hedwig and the angry inch is about a fictional genderqueer person who escaped east berlin (pre-berlin wall falling) that then starts a rock band!? so so good. fun fact! this movie was written, directed and starred john cameron mitchell, who i knew because he was the visual inspiration for viktor vikiforov from yuri on ice.

tracklist:

tear me down: "don't you know me kansas city? i'm the new berlin wall, baby! try and tear me down!" compares a human being to the wall making a person split in two between east and west, man and woman... while still being a banger? i love life.

origin of love: "we wrapped our arms 'round each other trying to shove ourselves back together" i remember translating this passage in latin class! trask wrote it as if it were a dr. seuss picture book.

angry inch: "six inches forward and five inches back!" i'm dancing around my room i'm flipping my hair i'm singing every lyric. gives hedwig's story through the guise of rock

wicked little town (tommy gnosis version): "and there's no mystical design, no cosmic lover pre-assigned" this is my roman empire song that made me feel deeply at peace when being a gay teenager in the christian american south.

wig in a box: "suddenly i'm! miss punk rock! star of stage and screen!" how i feel every single day putting on my new wave inspired makeup on my way to class.

the long grift: "your cool, seductive serenade was a tool of your trade" not actually included in the movie but included in the stage version. still really ouch.

hedwig's lament: "he took the good stuff and ran" the track that made me realize this isn't a film about being transgender this is a film about autonomy

exquisite corpse: "i'm all sewn up! a montage!" something about a female singer doing a rock scream instantly makes a song cooler and more punk rock

midnight radio: "and you're shining! like the brightest star! a transmission on the midnight radio!" slow ballad about fuckin holding on for dear life

nailed: "by the gold light of your halo i wanna nail ya" without spoiling plot there's a super emo little problematic white boy and this is his song. male manipulator music written by an actual male manipulator!

sugar daddy: "oh, the thrill of control like the Blitzkreig on the roll" why am i really living for this country beat?! toe tappin and everything

we are freaks: "and my other has a friend who has three tits! t-t-t-true story" this is so fun and punk rock. not to be that bitch but rip eddie munson you would have loved this song

in your arms tonight: "try not to be strong" emo little problematic white boy ate with this one tho

wicked little town (hedwig's version): "the fates are vicious and they're cruel, you learn too late you've used two wishes like a fool" i'm in a lot of emotional pain and it's the best kind because you understand big feelings but it's the worst kind cause this song has haunted me since age fifteen

[damned-punk]

Do you think there's something going on between Kid and Hip? She's a similar type as Victoria and when Shanks hit Kid, she kneeled and touched him in Sorrow. 🤔👀

I didn’t get that impression, it seemed like she reached out to him and reacted to his injuries the way a sister would if she’d just watched her brother get mortally wounded. It doesn’t seem like there’s anything going on between Kidd and Hip (or any of the others) that is inherently romantic at all. They are very much a found family and while it is possible that some of them fool around or experiment with each other, I just don’t think their behavior fits that kind of dynamic. Kidd is driven by his goals and inclinations to become the king of the pirates and as I’ve mentioned many times before, I feel like Kidd would become romantically interested in someone sporadically. It’s definitely not something that I think he’s actively seeking but it is something that could happen if it was the right person, the right place, and the right time, essentially how it happened with Victoria. I also think that while it isn’t impossible for him to fall for someone on the crew, he’d be more likely to fall for someone and then ask them to be a Kidd Pirate so that his relationship with them would be built from a more personal connection that isn’t only about supporting him as a Captain.

Something else to think about is that Kidd flat out ignored Hip when she was begging him to retreat from Big Mom during their fight on Onigashima out of fear of him potentially being killed. He obviously loves and values her as a friend and crew member, but I don’t think he would have totally ignored those words if they were said by someone closer to him such as Killer or a lover. As far as Hip seeming to be a similar type as Victoria, I also don’t see Kidd having one set type. His beloved crew members are incredibly eclectic and can really only be categorized under the very large umbrella that is the punk aesthetic. Kidd and his crew seem to be drawn to people that are like themselves characteristically, not giving much or any consideration to someone’s physical appearance. I don’t think it would matter what a person looked like much (if at all), it would come down to their personality and how socially compatible they are with Kidd and the others.