#anyways tag your captains these are just who I could think of off the top of my head

[a-side-character]

I love when a woman is a Captain

[fortunatelyuniquepeach]

141 with a partner who opens the door with their butt𓆩♡𓆪

Pairing: task force 141 x gn!reader

cw/tags: cursing, fluff.

a/n: inspired by @homicidal-slvt! . sorry for not posting much i have finals oh and HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! you're seen, you're loved, and i'm so proud of you💕. enjoy🫶🏼.

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

Johnny and you were setting the table to have dinner, only for you to remember you forgot drinks and your favourite sauces before sitting down.

He offered help, but you thought you could manage, and you did, in a way. You did have all you needed but you were using both hands and it left you feeling a little helpless in front of the fridge's open door before you got an idea.

Johnny was just coming to the kitchen to see what was taking you so long. He's met by the sight of you kicking the fridge's door closed with your butt. You nearly dropped everything in hand when a loud, surprised laugh comes out of his mouth.

John Price

"for fuck's sake johnny, you scared me" you say and try to sound upset but you can't help but smile at the sound of his laugh. "sorry bonnie, i've just never seen anyone close a fridge like that. you're really using 100% of that smart head huh?"

˚ ･✧･ ˚

Price has called for you in his office, asking you to bring him all the files he needs from his room, and his coffee too. You instantly did, always obeying your captain's orders.

You stop in front of the office's closed door, hands full and mouth too, how else were you going to hold the extra files?, you look around for help but you find no one, so you decide to do what you normally would do, sure your captain is used to your weird habits by now.

"oh serganet here you-" before price gets to finish, he almost panics seeing you've put your whole body weight on the door handle, pushing it with your butt to open the door, and he thinks you might fall before you stand steady.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

A disappointed sigh leaves his mouth before he speaks "sweetheart, what the hell was that?", you're about to answer but your voice is muffled, and you remember to put the files down. "well it got the door opened, didn't it?"

˚ ･✧･ ˚

Ghost has finally came back home after a long, hard mission. And the same three things were in his mind, you, food and sleep. After showring you in kisses and holding you tight for nearly twenty minutes, he couldn't stand anymore, feeling like he was about to collapse if he didn't go to bed right then.

You insist that he has to eat first, knowing him and his bad eating habits, he must've been starving for hours but he's too stubborn to listen to you and ends up going to bed anyways.

You wait a couple hours before you start preparing food for him, deciding even if he still needs more sleep he can take a little break to eat. You've brought him so much food, knowing how much your big guy needs to eat.

Not only both of your hands, but your arms too have got plates full of food laying on top of them. You knows it's a risk but you go for it anyways. You push yourself up a little before you push the door handle down with your butt. It takes you a couple tries before you finally open it, awakening your partner's from his sleep.

"are you fucking serious?", is the first thing that comes out of simon's mouth, a little grumpy from having his sleep interrupted. "i just wanted you to e-" you starts defending yourself before he cuts you off, "but did you have to open the door like that?"

Gaz "kyle" Garrick

You try not to laugh but him being so upset about such a silly thing causes you to giggle. "you know, modern problems require modern solutions."

˚ ･✧･ ˚

You and gaz were out with your friends at a restaurant for the first time in a long time. You really tried to enjoy it, considering this is the first time you both got to enjoy your friends' company in about three months due to gaz's last mission, but your friends' choice of a place that was just too shitty didn't allow you to do so.

the smell of the whole place, the tables that looked like they were 100 years old, the babies' crying and the food spilled on the floor really weren't going to let you have a good time. Lucky for you, your friends decided to go home early, meaning that you would too.

Relief washed over you as you were finally going to leave but feeling bladder pressure, you let out a whine knowing you were going to have to use the restroom since your house was 45 minutes away.

You tell gaz that you have to go and seeing your anxious face, he decides to go with you. Unsurprisingly, the bathroom's door handle was covered with god knows what, there was no chance either of you was going to touch it. You'd rather stain your pants than your hands, so you lightly sit at the door handle, using the pressure your butt is applying to open it.

gaz has too many questions, but knowing your absurd techniques and ways he just laugh at you, shaking his head in disbelief. He grabs your face kissing you gently, before he laughs again. "you just always amaze me with your bright ideas, baby".

[slashersteve]

A Little Closer

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

summary: There is a time and place to proclaim your love for somebody, and being injured and trapped in the Upside Down is not one of them.

warnings/extra tags: cursing, reader and steve arguing for no reason, and some kissing tm. >>>SPOILERS FOR ST4<<<, not beta read i edited myself but can't be trusted either.

note: I haven't written an imagine for him in a hot minute, and I say this because I have an ongoing series so check out my masterlist ;) Anyway, I wrote this with a dream my friend had about him in mind (she knows who she is). Thanks in advance for reading and please enjoy!

✧ ✧ ✧

You liked Steve Harrington, a lot. And have since you first met in that junk yard years ago when you were introduced to the creatures of this other dimension they called ‘the Upside Down’

Only then you just liked him, because these days you were pretty sure you were hopelessly in love with the guy. This didn’t mean he couldn’t get on your nerves though, especially when he treated you like you incapable of doing literally anything.

"No, you're not going down there."

Steve's voice was firm as he spoke, his words directed at you as you were starting to unbutton your Hawkins Letterman jacket, preparing to dive into Lover’s Lake and see if this gate was down there like Dustin theorized.

"Says who?" You bit back as you were pulling the jacket off, "Robin said Nancy was in charge, not you, Steve."

"Yeah well, I was the co-captain of the swim team and have had life guard certification for 3 years, so logically, it should be me," Steve stated as he too began to undress starting with his shoes all the while Eddie, Nancy, and Robin just watched. You scoffed at him.

"And I was the Captain of the girls swim and water polo team, and have had my certification for 3 and a half years,” you replied, “Can someone tell me which is better?"

They looked awkwardly at each other until Robin began to speak.

"I mean...technically speaking you both had similar responsibilities as a captain and co-captain, but I mean…” her eyes went to Steve who was looking at her with raised brows, “She doesn't have the co in front of hers and didn't have to share responsibility, and uh…her certification beats yours by half a year…so...I would say hers is better."

Steve shot a look at Robin as he was taking off one shoe as fast as he could.

"Gee. Thanks for taking my side Robin," he told her with a scoff while Robin shrugged and claimed she only said so because you asked, "It's just dangerous alright? There could be a gate down there, or worse Vecna could be there- and I don't think you should-"

"Look, out of everyone here I feel like I've been the most useless, and I'm taking the chance to do my part," you explained briefly, "Let me do this because I can do this."

"I know you can, but that doesn't mean you should-"

“And why not? No matter who goes down there the risks are all the same,” you said tearing your t-shirt off now, leaving you in just a tank top and your Hawkins gym shorts. 

Steve was untying his other shoe now, trying not to become distracted by your sudden loss of layers, and argued, “Yes, but I don’t want you to take the risk-”

“So anyone but me can?” You gave him an odd look, one that made Steve shake his head quickly.

“No- No I didn’t say-”

"Okay. Are you two seriously going to argue who gets to swim to a possible underwater gate to another dimension where yet another thing is trying to kill us?" Robin was asking, successfully making you and Steve finally go quiet, “Is this a regular occurrence? Arguing over who gets to do risky shit? Because I think this happened last time too.” 

She remembered how when coming up with a plan to infiltrate what they thought to be a simple stock room at Starcourt, Steve argued against pretty much any plan that involved you risking your life. Many valuable minutes were wasted with arguments like this with you two going back and forth. 

It was almost embarrassing honestly that Steve didn’t realize how into you he actually was or how into him you were because for everyone else on this boat, and on the shore line, it was pretty obvious and has been for quite some time. This was just more evidence of it.

“No, we’re not arguing because we all already decided I’m going,” Steve said, making you laugh and toss your shirt at him before he could even think about taking his other shoe off. It hit his face and momentarily blinded him.

“We decided? No, you decided. Are you implying this needs to be voted on Steve?”

Steve took your shirt in his hands, and looked back at you, “Well maybe it should be- Robin who do you think-” 

“I think the one who is already ready to go should go, you still have one shoe on and she does not,” Robin replied quickly as she was shoving the flashlight in the plastic bag Eddie had handed to her.

Steve groaned, “Are you never going to take my side or something Robin? I’m getting hurt over here.” 

You were twisting your neck side to side, a pleasant smile on your lips that Robin chose you, but it hadn’t compared to when Nancy finally spoke up. 

“Let her do it," Nancy told Steve, then cringed as her eyes went to yours, "Not because I think you're useless or anything, but I've been to enough swim meets for the paper throughout the year to know she's damn good…and she does hold the Hawkins High record for how long she could hold her breath...she can do it, Steve." 

It was always nice to have Nancy Wheeler on your side, especially when it was Steve on the opposite side. He always seemed to listen to her and take her words to heart and while other times in this friendship of yours he seemed to drop everything and listen to her it made you feel a tad bit jealous, this time you felt satisfied. 

“And like I said, I know she can, better than me, and certainly better than the rest of you, but what if-”

“Dude I’m about to dive down there just so I don’t have to hear you argue for another minute,” Eddie interrupted for the first time since your argument started, “I mean, I’m not going to, of course, but the fact that I was tempted to says a lot. You just gotta trust your girl, Harrington.” 

All eyes went to him besides yours at his statement. You kept your gaze trained on Steve, seeing his expression turn from grumpy to confusion then to what you confused with amusement rather than nervousness.

“What? My girl? She isn’t…” he laughed, and you hated how a small part of your heart cracked, “She isn’t my girl, if anything she’s all of our girl-” he cleared his throat as he realized how weird that sounded, “I mean, she’s nobody’s girl, but definitely, definitely not mine-” 

Nancy cringed at Steve’s words, and Robin had rolled her eyes for you while Eddie just raised a brow. You were frowning now, turning away from all them after you snatched the flashlight from Robin with a little too much force. Her eyes snapped to yours, being the only one to see your aggravated expression and understanding why. 

While Steve’s concern was appreciated and not exactly unwanted, you were starting to get annoyed with him. Sometimes it really felt like when he was with you and the kids…he just saw you as one of the kids he had to keep an eye on and not as… something else.

Well, he didn’t get to tell you what to do, especially now when everyone was on your side and not his. So, without much of a warning, you dived into Lover's Lake.

The splash of the water had captured their attention, especially Steve’s and when he saw you were no longer in the boat. He cursed and looked over the edge and saw nothing but the darkness of the water. 

“Dammit! I should’ve known she’d do that!” he said as he gripped the edge of the boat. 

Why did you have to be so reckless sometimes? It seriously stresses Steve out, from you throwing him out of the way from that Demodog and getting smacked by it yourself despite it being your first encounter with one to you flirting with the guards at Starcourt and to now jumping into the lake to see if there’s a gate down there. One obviously was more dangerous than the others, but he wished you would just stop.

He was taking his shirt off now, obviously going to dive and swim down after you until someone's hand hit the back of his head just as he got the shirt off. 

“Ow, hey-”

“Don’t be dumb, Steve!” Robin told him, “She’s going to be fine. Nance, how long can she hold her breath?” 

Nancy answered, and it was more than a minute longer than Steve could, and it was obvious when he sighed. 

“See, we’ll just time her and if she doesn’t come back up then you can valiantly dive in there and rescue her, maybe even give her mouth to mouth since you want to kiss her so bad-” Steve’s eyes widened slightly and he scrunched up his nose.

“Woah what? I never said-” 

“Please, it’s obvious, so, so obvious that our new pal Eddie here thought you were together.” 

Eddie looked at the both of them, "I thought you were like…an overprotective boyfriend or something with how hard you were trying to take her place.” 

“Man, what do you know, you barely got here…”

“I’m just saying, man, I don’t think you would’ve fought that hard if it were one of us,” Eddie stated, making Steve scoff because he wouldn’t even hesitate to do the same with Robin and Nancy at least, but it was the fact that you could very well make this dive better than him was enough to prove to them at least that there was something more to it. And maybe a little to Steve too.

“Oh you don’t even know the half of it,” Robin said while Nancy half-smiled in amusement as she looked down at her watch, being sure to keep track of the amount of time you’re down there, “One time she flirted with a secret Russian guard, and lover boy here looked like he was going to explode-”

“What!” Steve’s cheeks were heating up at the mention of that, “We remember that very differently.” 

Sure, he was a little annoyed but not because he thought you were trying to hook up with him, because it was risky. It didn’t matter if it kind of worked…and he was a bit jealous...not explosion jealous, but still in the spectrum of jealous.

“And the way they’re always around each other? We had no room on this boat and Steve insisted she come with…”

“Yeah, it is a little exhausting having to keep you two apart to be honest,” Nancy stated, “We could’ve used her at Pennhurst.” 

“Hey, that is different, you guys are making it sound like I tell her what to do or something- first, I didn’t want her to be a babysitter again and second- she wanted to stay behind with me when you went to Pennhurst.”

“And I wonder why that was…” Robin hummed. Steve bit the inside of his cheek, not understanding was Robin was getting at, “You like her Steve, just admit it and things will feel better. I swear.”

Steve sighed, “Okay yeah, so I like her, but she isn't into me and I don't see why it's important right now-"

“Oh Steve, I thought you were a pro at this,” Robin said, and he shot her a little look as she grinned back, “I’m just saying, after all this is done, and your only problem is finding the ‘one’ maybe look at her, yeah?”

Steve swallowed a lump of spit, and laughed, “You’re just trying to mess with me so I'll ask her out and you can laugh when she says no.”

“Am I really that cruel?" Robin questioned, but was met with silence, she scoffed and continued to say, "Like I said, just look a little bit closer.”

Robin was finished speaking then, and Steve shook his head in disbelief before deciding to keep asking Nancy how much time had past.

✧ ✧ ✧

You hadn’t resurfaced yet, and the time you usually could hold your breath underwater was inching closer and closer by the second. Steve was getting nervous, eyes flickering all over the lake to see if you had maybe emerged elsewhere. 

Already, he was moving to stand, “That’s it, it’s been too long, I’m going down there-”

“Steve-” 

Suddenly, you were bursting out of the water with a loud gasp and splashing water all over everyone. Steve nearly fell over as it was where he was about to dive into. You looked up at him as your vision readjusted and saw him staring at you with relief. 

And then he started to speak.

“Were you trying to beat your own record down there? Why did it take you so long? Were you sightseeing or something- I was about to swim down there and-” 

“It’s there,” you interrupted him before he could blast more questions your way, “I saw it, Dustin’s right- there is a gate right beneath us.” 

Steve went quiet, and the other three all shot shocked looks to one another and Robin quickly relayed the information Dustin on the walkie-talkie.

“It’s really down there?” Nancy asked more so in disbelief. You were nodding.

“Is it snack-sized, or like the one we saw at Starcourt?” Robin asked.

“Definitely not as big as that one was, but still pretty big,” you replied breathlessly as you began to climb up. It was Steve who was offering you his hand, and you ignored the fact that he was no longer wearing that yellow long-sleeved shirt that made you forget for a moment you were annoyed with him. 

“That’s insane,” Steve was saying as your hands met. He was about to pull you up when he was suddenly jolting forward and nearly falling into the water. Your eyes had met each other, and it dawned on you that something was wrapped tightly around your ankle and pulled. 

In one breath you said frantically, “SteveDon’tLetMeG-”

The rest of your sentence was drowned out by water as you were suddenly submerged once again, but this time it was very much against your will. Whatever that was coiled around your ankle was forcefully dragging you back down to the bottom of the lake.

Your hand had unfortunately slipped from Steve's grasp as you were pulled under, and he was calling your name. He didn't think twice, diving in after you while leaving Robin, Nancy and Eddie behind. In fact, Steve went after you so fast that for a moment they thought he was dragged down with you.

“What the hell was that, man! What the hell was that!” Eddie was shouting.

“What do we do?!” Robin shouted moreso at Nancy because she trusted her with decisions more than herself or Eddie. Nancy was already standing at the edge of the boat, ready to dive in after you and Steve. 

It was hard not to panic as you were being dragged further and further from the surface. The water of the lake filled your lungs, and you desperately swung your arms upward in an attempt to swim back up, but it was to no avail.

As fast as you were underwater though, before you could possibly drown, you were suddenly gasping loudly and being dragged across rough terrain. You were shouting, water spilling from you lips.

Just seconds after you were pulled through the gate, Steve was coming through it too. His eyes frantically looked around for you until he heard your shouts. He called out to you, already beginning to run as fast as he could toward you.

You called out to him too, "Steve! Help!"

Your hands desperately tried to grab anything that could anchor you, but everything easily slipped from your grasp. It was only when you hit something particularly large the thing let go of you, and the sudden force of the stop caused you to roll a couple of times before you were burrowed in a bunch of sticky vines. 

Steve called out your name again as he was by your side. You were too winded to comprehend what exactly had just happened, your eyes blinking rapidly at Steve and your new surroundings.

You were breathing heavily, gazing up at him with wide eyes as his hands grasped shoulders and making you face him. His eyes flickered all over you, making sure you were okay while asking you if you were hurt.

"I-I don't know, what- wait- where are we?" You said between pants as Steve eyes fell back onto yours. You were moving to stand, and Steve helped you.

After catching your breath with Steve’s arm wrapped firmly around you, you finally had taken in your surroundings. It was Lover’s Lake, yes but not your Lover’s Lake, and there were the same dust-like particles floating all around you. 

The terrain was covered with the vines, and the sky was permanently cloudy. What really had you staring in awe was the flashes of red in the distance that came with cracks of loud lightning and thunder. 

“Steve…are we?”

You looked at him now, and he was staring at the sky too, “Uh yeah…yeah I’m pretty sure.”

You were in the Upside Down.

✧ ✧ ✧

Steve was mad at you, though you couldn't really understand why. Because after he killed that bat-like creature that once had you by the throat by slamming its body repeatedly on the ground, he wasn't mad then, at least at you.

But, now he was and you thought maybe it had something to do with your newly sprained ankle that you were struggling to walk on. You knew the thing that had dragged you all the way down here was to blame for that.

After being dragged into this god forsaken place, these bat creatures had surrounded attacked the both of you. You were so high on adrenaline that you hadn’t even realized you could barely even walk on your ankle until you were able to catch your breath under Skull Rock.

"You shouldn't have dived down here," Steve said with a shake of his head, "It should've been me putting myself in danger. Not you."

You were leaning against Steve, who insisted despite his own injuries that he'd be the one to help you walk on your faulty ankle.

You rolled your eyes, "Again, it doesn't matter! We're all down here now, trapped and with no way of defending ourselves yet. The only way it changes is you being the one dragged and us coming after you."

"You went before we even properly decided who's going to go, at least you wouldn't be hurt or almost strangled to death-"

You huffed and began to try and move away from him, "You know what, I think I'd rather walk by myself."

Steve scoffed at the idea of that, "I'd hand you to Robin before letting you do that."

For some reason, this made you finally snap.

"Steve, seriously, what the hell is your problem? Why do you always treat me like I'm a kid who’s less than capable of doing literally anything? You treat me worse than you treat Dustin, an actual kid," you claimed in an irritated tone.

Steve seemed taken back by your words, stopping the both of you from walking (you limping) any further.

"Woah hey, I don't treat you like a kid-"

"Yeah well it sure feels like it," you interrupted with a deep frown now, "I just don't get it, do you not trust me or something? Is it because I'm a girl? Because you don't treat Nancy like that, or Robin-"

"What? No! It's not because of that, also I thought I made it pretty clear that I do trust you!" Steve argued back to you. You laughed in his face.

"Pretty clear? We wouldn't be having this lovely conversation if it was 'pretty clear' like you claim," you mocked slightly, Steve frowned too then.

"Well...yeah, I thought it was pretty clear how much I trust you and how much I..." he suddenly paused in his sentence, before sucking in a breath and saying, "...care about you, enough to not want you throwing yourself into danger and getting hurt," he explained, you pressed her lips together as you stared at him, "Seriously, you do it all the time-"

"For the same reason you throw yourself into danger all the time!" You exclaimed, this time loud enough for the other three to hear your back and forth, "I care about you too, maybe more than you actually know, so do you think it doesn't...affect me when you throw yourself into these situations too?"

Your voice was shaking slightly as you recalled him getting into a fight with Hargrove when he tried to attack Lucas, or when he was tortured and drugged up by those Russian soldiers. And how, more recently, you had to listen to his shouts of pain of the bats biting and chewing on his sides, being reminded of how helpless you felt.

Steve paused then, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"It does?"

"Yes Steve, it does because you're my friend. In fact, it terrifies me, Steve, when you do that because I'm also absolutely in love with you," You rambled on, "But I still trust you, you know? I trust that you know what you're doing and you'll just be okay. And I really, really wish you'd do the same for me."

Any words Steve was going to say had been wiped from his mind as he took in what you had just said. It seemed that you hadn't even realized what you said as you stared up at him with your eyebrows taunt and eyes meeting his directly.

'I'm also absolutely in love with you'

Steve's breath hitched gently, wondering if he actually hadn't of heard that and he was delirious from the blood loss.

"Shit, seems like he doesn't have to look closer," Robin muttered to both Nancy and Eddie who watched with raised brows that you'd just admitted that out loud.

"Uh hey, I don't think we have time for this-" Nancy called over to you too but was promptly interrupted by the ground beginning to aggressively shake beneath all of you.

Deep rumbles echoed from all around you as the tremors caused you to fall forward onto Steve. He caught you, but ended up falling backwards and hitting the floor with a thud.

You landed right on top of him with a short yelp, hands clenching the denim jacket Eddie let Steve borrow and your face pressed into his bare chest.

Despite the circumstances, Steve couldn't let go of your confession that he was now sure he actually heard you loud and clear. You were in love with him? Did everyone see it but him? You just had always seem to be this untouchable girl to him, even before you became friends, like you were there but never within reach.

When the floor had finally stopped shaking, you looked up to look at him with wide eyes that probably realized you'd just confessed your secret love for him. You looked ashamed, embarrassed even, and he could tell you were already thinking about ways to change what you had just told him before.

Steve realized in this moment you were always within reach, but just like Robin had said...he wasn't looking at you and just assumed you weren't interested when you very much were.

He prided himself in being able to capture the signs someone is into him, even called himself a pro, but clearly that title is wrong if he couldn't even tell if the girl he was in love with as well for almost a year returned his feelings.

"Steve I didn't-"

"It scares me too for the same reason," he suddenly told you. It took you a moment to process what he was getting at, "For the exact same reason."

You tilted your head, about to ask him if he knew what he was saying, but it was cut short by his lips meeting yours. It was a short kiss, but one that took your breath away in the few seconds your lips were touching.

“Are these two serious?” Eddie asked out loud.

“Oh yeah they are. This is not the time!” Nancy called from her spot, but her words fell on deaf ears as you and Steve kissed. Robin scoffed out loud and began to make her way toward her friends who were (finally) in a lip lock.

“Hey! I’m happy for you two to realize you have soft and fuzzy feelings for each other! I really am! But does it have to be right now!?”

Neither of you listened as you kissed, too engrossed with each other and the fact that these feelings you’ve both had for a year were reciprocated. It didn’t matter, at the moment, that you were in the Upside Down and would always remember your first kiss being here of all places.

You kissed him harder, pushing down onto him the way you always dreamed of kissing him and he returned with the same energy.

The kiss was brought abruptly to an end though when someone was grabbing you and making you stand. You blinked a few times in your stupor and saw that it was Robin.

“Like I said, I’m happy for you, but we seriously have to keep moving,” she told you. You looked back at Steve who was being helped up by Eddie. His eyes found yours, and so did a winning smile on his lips.

You laughed softly, still in a bit of a shock of what had just happened. Your fingers went to your lips that still felt tingly from his lips that were on yours.

“I better not wake up in my bed and realize this was just a dream,” you suddenly said to Robin.

She wrapped an arm around you, determined to be the one to help you walk now and replied, “Nope. This is real, we’re trapped in another dimension, and you just kissed Steve Harrington.”

You leaned against Robin now, a laugh escaping your lips.

Meanwhile, Steve was standing on his own, and gently placed a hand over his lips like you had, still feeling like he could feel your lips there and tasting you.

Eddie had cleared his throat, "Now you're really an overprotective boyfriend."

Steve coughed into his hand now as if to hide the fact he was touching his own lips, and stood up more straight. His eyes had found yours again, catching the smile on your lips as Robin helped you turn around and he grinned to himself as well.

He couldn't wait to kiss you again, preferably in your own world and on one of your first dates.

[swimmingismywholelife]

Inspiration

Dedicated to the Puli girls who have given me inspo to start writing again! (Also this is my first bit of writing in literal years please be nice to me lmao) (Also also if I missed anyone in the tags sorry I’m lowkey running late for work so that’s my bad just let me know if you wanna be added!)

Summary: Even though the press conference is supposed to be about him, Christian can't help but look over at the one who he really owes the win to.

Warnings: Nothing this is just straight fluff lmao.

Word Count: 1004

You loved supporting your boyfriend. Truly Christian Pulisic was one of the most hardworking people you’d ever met, and you admired the passion he had everywhere he went. After all, it was one of the qualities that led to you falling for him in the first place. The past few weeks had been difficult for him, but he pushed through and never gave up (not that you would let him anyway). He deserved all the praise he received because he worked hard to better himself every single day, and you never turned down the opportunity to show the world just how proud you were of him.

Hence why you were seated off to the side, “Pulisic” being proudly displayed across your back while he finished up his press conference with Weston. He’d had so many setbacks within the past few months, and you knew he was frustrated with being away from the pitch for so long. Throughout the game were a few times you gritted your teeth, praying he wouldn’t aggravate his injury, but it was nothing Christian couldn’t handle. He’d just had two assists and a goal against Grenada, helping his team officially qualify for the Gold Cup in the summer. To top it all off, he’d done it with symbol of Captain wrapped around his bicep. You couldn’t have asked for a better game for him.

Yet despite this press conference meant to celebrate the team’s win, Christian insisted you be there throughout the entire interview. Christian was so proud of the way his team played, and he was pretty happy with his performance. But for him, the best part of his night didn’t come from any of his assists. It didn’t come from the comfortable lead the boys had throughout the entire game. Hell, it didn’t even come from the goal he didn’t think he’d end up getting. 

No, rather Christian was most happy that you were right there in the stands by his side, just like you always were. Ever since he got injured, he’d spent weeks frustrated that he couldn’t play like he wanted to. He knew what people had been saying about him online, and he wanted nothing more than to prove them wrong. But despite the negativity that suffocated him, you were the light that he needed to keep going. You centered him, helping him remember what he was doing and why he was doing it. You constantly inspired him to be the best version of himself that he could be. Even when he doubted himself, you always had enough belief in him for the both of you. 

Christian wanted the world to know just how much you meant to him, even if it was just you sitting off to the side as he answered questions. He snuck glances at you every so often, his eyes full of love. He adored how incredibly breathtaking you looked tonight. Christian always thought you were the most beautiful thing in this world, but he couldn’t help but admire you even more as you sat there, eyes twinkling with pride and his last name across your back.

“This question is for Christian,” one of the interviewers said.

His head snapped back in front of him, wanting to give the man his full attention.

“I noticed that throughout the night, you’ve kept peeking your head off to the side. Is there any particular reason as to why?”

Christian blushed ever so slightly, Weston slightly nudging his friend teasingly.

“Um yeah. Sorry this isn’t gonna be about football and I might go on a bit of a tangent, but it’s because my incredible girlfriend is sat over there. She’s actually part of the reason I played so well today.” 

He chuckled a bit, his eyes lighting up with excitement the more he spoke.

“She’s been so incredibly supportive throughout my entire career, and especially throughout these past few weeks. Getting injured was pretty rough for me, but she’s kept me pretty level headed. Even when I was at my lowest, her faith in me overpowered any negativity I had. She’s my good luck charm for sure, and I don’t think I ever would’ve made it this far if it wasn’t for her.”

He looked over at you once again. You were on the verge of tears, your heart feeling like it could burst at any moment. You were so in love with this man and truly you couldn’t believe how you managed to find someone like him.

“Every day I thank God for allowing me to be a part of her life because I can’t imagine anyone else really. Like honestly, I’m so much better because of her, both on and off the field. So yeah, I know tonight was a great game, but the best part for me was the fact that my girl was in the crowd wearing my jersey and cheering us on. And so yeah if you’ve seen me looking off to the side, it’s because I remind myself just how lucky I really am to have her.”

The crowd aw’ed at Christian’s proclamation. He’s right, his answer wasn’t really about football. But it was clear to everyone in that room that to him, you were just as important to the game as any practice Christian could’ve put in. Though he had won the game that night, he felt like every day he won because he had you by his side.

The interview continued on for a little while longer, but Christian continuing looking right at you. For now, your last name was only on in the form of his jersey. But he knew one day that it would be your last name too because there was no one else he would’ve wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And as the two of you smiled shyly at each other as though you were the only ones in the room, the genuine love you and Christian shared touched all who you were lucky enough to witness it.

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[galaxycunt]

The Sweetest Thing

I am not the most confident with writing smut but sometimes u think of something n no one else done it yet so u gotta write it urself

1k ish with some cutesy stuff at the end

@gayafsatan for u my liege (also any other ppl wanna get tags in these things? lol)

Your crew settled into the ways of the Grand Line easily, a little entertaining watching the other new faces showboating around the tiny bar you occupied. One pirate was louder than the others, his crew following him around like ducklings. Then he ran into you.

Sizing you up, he seemed to like what he saw.

”Beat it,” he said to his men, not daring to take his eyes off you for even a second.

You swirled your drink nonchalantly as this man sauntered over. His painted face would look good smeared between your thighs.

”Captain Buggy.”

”Captain’s over there, but maybe I can be convinced to let you two meet.”

“And who are you supposed to be?”

”Just some guy,” you joked.

He laughed, “don’t give a shit about your captain.”

He moved closer, hand resting on your hip. As you looked up, your noses brushed against each other.

“Lemme show you what a real pirate ship looks like.”

The hand remained on your hip even as he led you to the belly of his ship. Slamming you against the cabin door, his hand glided down between your legs, pressing a finger against you.

Sucking and kissing the flesh of your neck he said, “tell me how you like it.”

“Show me what you’re made of, Captain.”

He moaned into your skin, breath hot and warm sending shivers down to your toes.

Buggy barely wanted to let you go, lips and hands like magnets to your skin every time you separated to remove your clothing.

His fingers circled your clit, “shit. You’re so fucking wet. God fucking damn.”

You moaned, Buggy smiling like it was music to his ears.

”You like that? Fuck, you feel so good.”

He pulled out, sticking his fingers in your mouth for you to suck. Buggy ground his cock into your thigh, eyes blown with pleasure already.

”Tell me what you want, fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.”

”Get on the bed, I wanna ride this gorgeous face,” you commanded.

Buggy seemed surprised at your boldness, “aye, aye.”

He flopped onto his bed, hands motioning to his face. You climbed on top on him, steadying yourself against the headboard.

Holding onto your thighs, he said, “your throne awaits.”

”Shut up,” you laughed.

”Make me.”

As you lowered yourself, his tongue slid up and down your pussy. You could feel the smile as you moaned his name. Looking down at Buggy with a smile of your own, he wiggled his eyebrows before sucking on your clit.

“Don’t stop, please.”

You felt his tongue exploring, fucking you as he continued to suck. Buggy moved you around, letting your legs spread farther apart. Your eyes were screwed shut, something fleshy smacked your mouth.

Your mind was too scrambled from riding your pleasure, yet it was real: Buggy’s lower half standing in front of you on the bed.

You tried to move off him, his hands welding you to his face. Was this even a 69 anymore? A 66? 99? Whatever, your friends weren’t going to believe this story anyway.

You kissed the tip of his cock, sliding your tongue up and down the slit. Buggy moaned underneath you, encouraging you to suck him off already. As you took him into your mouth, his hips rocked hard into your face.

Your tongue tried to keep up the pace as he fucked your throat, your eyes stinging the deeper he shoved his cock. Your moans were muffled, Buggy thrusting faster with every sharp moan coming out of you.

Buggy didn’t let up on your clit, lost to the pleasure of how good your tongue felt, how good you were at taking his cock. Cumming hard on his face, he refused to let you go. Throbbing and overstimulated, you continued to ride his face as his thrusts quickened.

This was too much, it was all too much.

You cum a second time as he fills your mouth. You swallowed up every last drop.

Finally, he let go. His fingers indented into your skin. You watched his body collapse and pop back together. Devil fruit for sure.

Wordlessly, he pulled you into him, guiding your head to rest against him.

”Never seen a guy do that before.”

He laughed softly, “gotta make it memorable somehow. Something good to masturbate to later.”

You definitely were going to.

“Got a shower here?”

He pointed lazily, “need some help in there? The knobs are funny, better show you anyway.”

So you showered together, Buggy seemed apologetic for the blue makeup being so hard to clean off you. He wasn’t a gentleman, not keeping his hands and lips off you as the water ran cold. You didn’t mind, you wanted to see what else a devil fruit man could do. Others weren’t as fun as this one.

As you dried off he said, “can I convince you to spend the night?”

”I’m convinced.”

His bashful smile surprised you. It felt nice.

He lent you a shirt to wear, and snuggled in close. Your captain wanted to make it to the New World, you figured he did too. You’ll probably see each other again eventually, all routes lead there.

For a moment, you were surprised at the thought. You guessed all pirates had a little romantic sentiment in them. Why else take to the seas?

As you left for the morning he asked, “will I see you again?”

You really were the sentimental type, “keep this paper with you. It’ll take you right to me. See you on the next island, Buggy.”

”Yeah,” he said softly, “see you.”

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie!!! Congratulations on the milestone and here's hoping to even more!

Anyway, I was hoping for a sit-in. And I'll have a signature cocktail wiiiiiiith the BBQ platter and a side order of curly fries. Oh, and chicken strips please! Thank youuuuuu

general!boomer x gn!reader, word count: 500 content (warnings): oral sex, little bit rough, drool, swallowing cum the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: thank you anon! i think this is my peak lmao but i'm so happy and grateful 💚

You had been conscious, present and consenting to each of the steps that led you to the point you were now at, but you still couldn't quite believe it.

You'd agreed to go back to Digger's apartment, since the bar was closing early. You'd agreed to spend the night, but with the caveat that nothing would happen between you two. You'd agreed to share the only bed in the single room apartment, but only because his sofa looked pretty disgusting and uncomfortable and he refused to take the bullet and sleep there. And you weren't sure when you'd agreed to, as he put it, "suck me off a little so I can get to sleep", but there you were, currently gagging on Digger's annoyingly impressive length.

It was the charm. Or the accent. Either of those options were better than the real reason, that you harboured a crush on George Harkness. No, actually, worse than that. You had a crush on a man who went by Captain Boomerang.

Pushing that thought down, you tried instead to focus on Digger as the man he currently was. Laying back in his bed, his chiselled abdomen tensing and relaxing in pleasure as he bucked his hips up into you. The fingers of his vein-covered right hand stroked over his chest hair, moving between his nipples as he teased at them. His strong jaw, lightly brushed in stubble, clenched as he fought back against the volume of his groans.

His left hand held the back of your head, making sure you weren't pulling away too much. He wasn't willing to give up on the pleasure just yet. Not when he was so close.

"Oh fuck me, babe! Gag on me, you little slut, fuckin' hell! That's it!"

Out of context, hearing the way he spoke to you would maybe have turned your stomach, but you were more than happy to be used by him. Relaxing your neck and jaw, focusing on breathing through your nose, you suppressed what remained of your gag reflex and let him fuck your throat. Both hands held on the back of your head, easing your mouth up and down on his drool slathered cock, saliva covering the patch of hair surrounding the shaft.

Forcing you down, keeping you in place, you felt the sudden texture of his seed hitting the back of your throat and tongue, quickly swallowing it to prevent yourself from choking, but spluttering around him anyway. When he was sure that you had at least tasted and consumed the majority of his load, he let go of you, leaning back, collapsing into the mattress and stroking his cock to finish himself off completely, small spurts of cum following his prior release.

You shifted yourself up to the top of the bed, where he wrapped his arm around you, falling asleep almost instantly. If nothing else, you could at least say you gave yourself an hour of peace before you got to sleep. That was worth the taste on your tongue.

[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

The Betrayer | Chapter One: Enter The Fog

A sense of dread crept up your spine as you quickened your pace, pushing it down to keep yourself calm. Everything would be fine.

Pairing: Albert Wesker/F!Reader, Chris Redfield/F!Reader

Tags: Violence Mention, Injury Mention

Notes: Hey! I hope for my Chris and Wesker lovers this will be a fun ride! I'm having a lot of fun world-building for the Entity's realm, as well. I'm a full-time student, so updates will probably be erratic, on top of working on my other fic. This will also be a bit of a slow build. Let me know what you think!

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July 23, 1998; R.P.D.

“Eyes up, men. We have a new mission briefing,” came Captain Wesker’s voice, the entirety of the Special Tactics and Rescue Service team filing in behind him to gather in the small office.

It was five o’clock on a Thursday evening and you had just been working on a report, your eyes blurring from the amount of time staring at the computer screen. Ever since the “incident”, Wesker wouldn’t assign you on missions until he felt you were properly recovered, so you spent your days filing paperwork instead of joining in on the action.

You doubted today would be any different, but you stopped what you were doing and gave him your full attention anyway.

“I assume you are all aware of the Raccoon Forest deaths?” the Captain asked the group, looking around the room through those dark shades he always wore.

Joseph piped up, his arm slung around Chris’s shoulder, “Oh yeah, it’s a cult or something, right? I overheard a couple of the homicide detectives talking about it. Cannibal murders.”

The group chuckled lightly as he wiggled his fingers to emphasize the gruesome acts.

“Indeed,” Wesker replied, less amused by Joseph’s antics than the rest of his subordinates. “And it would seem it’s gotten out of hand. The Chief is dispatching us to do a thorough investigation.”

“Who are you sending, Cap?” questioned Forest, who leaned obnoxiously against Jill’s desk, to her chagrin. You suppressed a giggle as she swatted his hand away before he could snatch one of her pens.

Vice Captain Marini stepped forward from beside Wesker. “That’ll be Bravo team. Alpha team will remain here on standby.”

“Bravo team is to report in the armory in t-minus four hours. From there you will gear up and head out by helicopter to the Arklay Mountains. Any questions?” The room was silent and Wesker nodded. “I’ll be in my office if anyone needs me.”

You watched him go, the room suddenly abuzz with chatter as soon as the door closed.

Richard walked up to Rebecca, who sat quietly at her desk. “You nervous, rookie?”

The communications expert was a sweetheart, and probably one of your favorite S.T.A.R.S. members due to his reserved but caring nature. Knowing about the death of his little sister and how that drove him into law enforcement, it was easy for you to imagine his concern for Rebecca ran a bit deeper than a simple check-in with the new recruit.

The young girl glanced up at him with wide eyes, but she seemed otherwise calm and collected. “I think I’ll manage.”

Rebecca had only been in S.T.A.R.S. for a couple of months, though the two of you already seemed to forge a strong bond. She was a prodigy—or so you had heard before her arrival—but she was still only eighteen. You worried about her.

This was a hard job. A job where things could go wrong at the drop of a hat. You witnessed injury and death all the time, and it was a difficult thing to compartmentalize.

You glanced down at your broken arm, the white cast now covered in signatures, jokes, and little drawings from your coworkers, though some of the ink had smudged in the few weeks since getting it. You still thought about that night all the time.

“How’s the arm, Lucky?” Chris asked, scooting his chair closer to your desk.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, which the whole team seemed to use now instead of your real one. “Better. Doctor said it can come off as early as next week.”

“Good to hear. I bet you’re itching to get back in the field after doing everyone’s paperwork for so long.” You smacked him playfully with your good arm and he laughed. “Hey now, I just call it as I see it!”

“Yeah, and you’re the one dumping most of it onto me, you ass.”

“Only cos I know you can handle it, Lucky.”

You smiled and turned back to your computer, already feeling restless as you waited for the Bravo team’s quickly approaching operation. You hoped it would go smoothly.

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July 24, 1998; Arklay Mountains

The following night, you and the Alpha team went out looking for your fellow S.T.A.R.S. members in the dense, dark forest below you.

Your group had lost contact with the Bravo team and you were anxious, picking at the skin around your fingernails as you scanned the black expanse of trees, praying for any sign your friends were okay.

You felt a nudge against your shoulder and you turned to face Joseph, his voice raised to be heard through the comms over the deafening beat of helicopter wings, “You sure you’re up for this, Lucky?”

You knew he was only looking out for you, but a part of you was annoyed that he was second-guessing your place on the team. You were aware that you fucked up the day you got your arm broken–the dull ache you felt any time you pressed too firmly on the skin a constant reminder–but you had to prove you weren’t useless. Weren’t a liability.

Besides, you needed to help find your fellow officers. Sitting back at the Raccoon City Police Department and just waiting around would have driven you crazy.

“Wesker seems to think so,” you called out in response. That wasn’t exactly true. You had to fight him to get a spot on the chopper.

At the sound of his name, he turned to look at you, his brow quirked at your half-truth. You offered him a meek shrug as your little meeting from earlier that night came to mind.

“I’m coming with you,” you had told Wesker, marching into his office after Bravo team’s continued radio silence.

The captain didn’t bother to look at you, the only indication he even heard your voice was the flat line of his mouth lowering into a frown.

“You’re not ready,” he said simply.

You felt like you could scream, but you remained calm. Getting hysterical wouldn’t help your case. Wesker was a logical man, so you would try to be practical.

“You need every officer you can get on this, Captain. If they’re really in trouble, bringing me along just makes sense.”

Wesker finally deigned to look at you, and you knew he was getting agitated by the way he tapped his finger on the desk. “You’ll only get in the way. We don’t need a repeat of last time, Lucky.”

You felt tears pricking your eyes in frustration. He was mocking you now.

You raised your voice, no longer caring how emotional you sounded, “I won’t get in the way, Wesker! We both know I'm damn good at my job. Last time was a mistake!”

“A mistake that nearly cost you your life.”

“Albert, please.”

He stood abruptly and skirted the desk to tower over you, speaking through gritted teeth, “I told you not to call me that at work.”

You swallowed, knowing that breaking one of his rules would do you no favors.

“I’m sorry, Captain. But please let me prove to you I can do this. Bravo team needs us. I’m the everyman, remember? I can pick up anybody’s slack in case something goes sideways. Just let me help.”

Wesker sighed, pulling his glasses from his face to rub his icy blue eyes before settling them on you. “Fine, but don’t expect me to babysit you. If things take a turn, you get to safety, do you understand me?”

You nodded, feeling suddenly exposed beneath his penetrating gaze.

He grabbed your chin in his hand. “Say it.”

You took a shaky breath and answered, “I understand, sir.”

The corner of his lips curled ever so slightly upwards and he gently tucked a tendril of your hair behind your ear, his voice lowering in a way that sent a dark little thrill through your whole body, “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Captain.”

“You can thank me by staying out of the way.”

He retracted his hand and stepped back, about to return to his desk when you seized his wrist. “Wait, there’s something I wanted to tell you.”

“And what is that?” There was an amused twinkle in his eye before he returned his shades to their place, masking the rare show of emotion beyond his usual quiet neutrality or sharp derision.

“I know this mission could be risky, for all of us, and I just wanted to say–”

You were interrupted by a firm knock on Wesker’s office door.

You jumped back, releasing him as Barry spoke from the other side, “You wanted to see me, sir?”

Wesker turned to you. “Looks like we’re out of time, my dear. Let’s continue this later, if we may.”

“I–yes… Later’s fine.”

You felt disappointed, worrying that this might be your last chance to tell him the truth, but you pushed it down instead.

Everything would be fine.

“Chris, look!”

You’re broken from your reverie at the sound of Jill’s voice, whipping your head in the direction of her pointed finger.

There, in a glade just ahead, was the Bravo team’s helicopter. You wanted to feel relief, but a sense of foreboding overshadowed it when you realized that no one was near the downed aircraft.

Where did they go?

Unfortunately, your group had to land in a different clearing about a mile away due to the encroaching woodlands. Everyone exited the chopper except Brad, who would remain behind in case there was a need for immediate extraction.

Trying to avoid putting too much pressure on your injured arm, you awkwardly plopped on the edge of the cabin floor. Chris, noticing the slight hold-up, offered you his hand. You took it gratefully and he helped you jump onto the ground, the descent softened by a bed of pine needles.

You noticed Wesker’s glare in your direction, feeling his disdain through his glasses, even in the dark. You hoped he wasn’t about to change his mind and force you to sit in the helicopter the rest of the night just for accepting help.

Instead, he turned away from you and held up his pistol and flashlight, crossing his wrists as he began scanning the tree line.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and followed his lead. Sure, the cast made things a bit more difficult, but it wasn’t even your shooting arm.

The group moved carefully through the forest in a two-column formation; Barry and Chris in the lead, Wesker and Joseph in the middle, and you and Jill taking the rear. You all fanned out to cover more ground, diligently searching for your missing comrades in the abnormal chill of the summer night.

You glanced over at your teammates scouting ahead of you, Wesker giving commands as you drew closer to the abandoned chopper. He was so poised and unafraid despite the circumstances. You wished you had even an ounce of his confidence.

You could never control the way your eyes drifted to him, always seeking him out when you knew he was near. The times when he caught you staring, he would grant you a slight, knowing smirk that disappeared the moment you blinked. Like a secret kept between you.

Tonight, he didn't look back.

You decided to trail your gaze elsewhere.

Ahead of Wesker was Barry, who you always joked was the dad of the group despite being the same age as the captain. He and Chris knew each other even before they started working at the R.P.D., having been in the Air Force together. In fact, Barry was the reason Chris even joined S.T.A.R.S., and you couldn’t have been more thankful for it.

The older man seemed tense, and that gave you cause for concern. He was normally level-headed in these situations.

Glimpsing beside you at Jill, you could tell that she was nervous but holding it together well. You knew she was just as worried about your fellow S.T.A.R.S. members as you were, though she was better at hiding it than you. You told her all the time she’d be good at poker.

You then took notice of Joseph, who had started to shift farther from the group. He seemed relaxed, and you even heard a slight hum as he darted his eyes over the woods sprawling before you.

You let out a soft puff of air in amusement. Leave it to Joseph to bring levity to a situation like this. His carefree attitude lifted your spirits a bit, even if only slightly.

Chris peered back at you, as if making sure you were still there, and you met his gaze. He offered you a reassuring and almost apologetic smile that you returned only half-heartedly.

You considered Chris to be your best friend, having worked with him since the conception of S.T.A.R.S. He could be overbearingly protective of you sometimes, like earlier that night when you told him you were going on the mission and he argued that you were still too injured to manage.

You knew he meant well. He cared about you, and you tried not to take that for granted.

You felt a twinge of regret for the way you blew up on him before takeoff, but you’d be damned if you let him have any say in your involvement with the rescue mission. They were your friends that were missing too.

He turned away, refocusing his attention on the search, and you did the same after reflecting for a bit on your team members.

Then there was you. You wanted to believe you were smart and capable and courageous in the face of danger. In truth, you were more idealistic, incredibly stubborn, and wore your every emotion on your rolled-up sleeve.

The most notable thing about you, though, was that despite possessing the nickname “Lucky”, you were anything but.

It was a cutesy term of endearment meant to poke a little fun at you for how things turned out, but every time you heard it, it only reminded you of your failure. You knew Chris, the one who gifted you this new moniker, would stop calling you by it if he was aware of your offense. But you let it happen because perhaps that reminder was what you needed to improve.

You couldn’t repeat the mishap that broke your arm and put your last assignment in jeopardy. You loved this job and your colleagues, and you couldn’t risk losing them.

Above all, you didn’t want to die. This line of work was dangerous and you accepted it, but that brush with your own mortality had frightened you. In fact, it kept you up most nights, imagining all the ways it could have gone better (and sometimes worse).

Suddenly, you heard the sharp crunch of a snapping stick and halted in your tracks, flashing your light in the general vicinity of the noise. You found nothing there.

Dragging your attention back to your fellow officers, you realized you’d fallen behind.

A sense of dread crept up your spine as you quickened your pace, pushing it down to keep yourself calm.

Everything would be fine.

As you brought up the rear, you felt a sudden pull. It was as if you were trudging through mud as a slow, rolling black fog crawled up and around your legs. The silhouettes of your teammates faded in the thick, inky mist that began to envelop you.

You panicked as you jogged forward, calling out your friends’ names. No one turned to look at you.

Wesker said he wouldn’t babysit you, but he’d never just leave you behind. None of them would.

Something was very wrong here.

You broke out in a full sprint, unable to distinguish even the trees in the haze, fighting the syrupy tug of something unseen trying to reel you in from the dark.

You stopped to catch your breath, confusion and fear bubbling up in your gut as you surveyed your surroundings.

A terrifying realization dawned on you all at once:

The fog had swallowed you up completely.

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[mamuzzy]

From your angst prompt list I'd like to ask for Fives x Deadshot! <3

With either:

"I'm the only one who gets to decide if someone deserves me, and I can confidently say you are that someone who does"

or:

"You're right, I do deserve better"

Depending on how much angst you wanna put into it 😈

Oooooooh boy. Oooooh boy. You really gave me a challenge here @ithillia. But you also made me write the first debut of my babyblorbo in a fanfiction, you can't imagine how happy I am that I could finaly made it happen <3 It took a time while I figured it out how I integrate the lines into the fic without sounding OOC or off but I think I'm satisfied with the outcome. I hope you will like it too <3 PREPARE FOR HEARTBREAK!!! So in the end I went with

"I'm the only one who gets to decide if someone deserves me, and I can confidently say you are that someone who does"

Summary: Captain Rex had enough with Deadshot's digging into the past and decided it's time to have a conversation neither of them wished to have. Word count: 2446 Rating: Mature, no explicit content, characters swear. Talking about a dead person and grief. Characters: ARC Trooper Deadshot, Captain Rex, ARC Trooper Fives Relationship: FivesShots (cloneship) Warning: Splitting. The characters are emotionally conspitated and have mentalhealth problems. NO BETA. Additional tags/tropes: Fives is Rex's adopted son, Fives and Shots is in established relationship, clones speak mando'a (just a little), Deadshot is a little shit. Amnesia due to recondition. AND ANGST. LOTS OF ANGST.

Alright. Here we go. :)))))

“Wanted to speak with me, sir?” asked Deadshot, and since he wasn’t given a permission to sit down, he stood before the Rex’s desk. For his surprise, he was offered a seat.

“Sit” said Rex without looking up from the paperwork.

Deadshot hesitated a bit, he wasn’t comfortable about sitting down to the sligthest but in the end, obliged.The flickering booming of the lights irritated Deadshot just as the silence they had between them, and he couldn’t be sure why he was called the first place. He watched as the captain signed the last datapad, putting away on the top of the organized pile at the right side of the anyway-pristine clean desk. Rex then looked up, straight into his eyes. Dark browns started to squint after the first few second, but in the end - as always -, Rex averted his gaze, cupped his face in one hand until only the furrowed wrinkles were visibe on his forehead which made him look so old, Deadshot almost almost felt sorry for him. Almost. By now everything was clear for Deadshot why was Rex was so hostile with him before but the sweet taste satisfaction and victory killed any compassion he had left for the captain.

“I want you to stop” Rex finaly spoken up, weariness in his tone.

“Sir?” Deadshot scoured the captain for messages wasn’t spoken out loud but he probably should have known without telling.

“This existential crisis of yours.” Oh.

“I have a lot going on, sir, you have to be more specific than that.”

This made Rex come out from hiding, expression exasperated, those dark eyebrows curled disapprovingly. “Don’t be a smartass with me.”

“Sorry, sir.”

Rex leaned in his chairs, hands now rested on the desk, fingers tied together and looked at him once more. And Deadshot stared back with his usual skeptical look on his face, ambery eyes ever-judgeful. He started to notice some patterns when the captain was able to maintaining eye-contact with him, irises shifted toward the left side of the eye, probably have found a spot to stare at instead of him. His ears probably.

“You got your answers now.”

Rex had not ask a question so this time Deadshot didn’t respond, just waited for Rex to elaborate.

“You figured it out, who you were. What have you done. What now? What else do you want?”

Deadshot considered his next words. Rex was right about him, he was still in investigation about his past but for entirely different reason now.

“I need to know why I had to die, sir.”

“You know it very well.”

“And I think that’s a lie, sir. I have a gut-feeling about it and…”

“I don’t give damn about your gut-feeling, Deadshot” said Rex harshly. Deadshot was tempted to say that he also didn’t give a damn about Rex’s opinion but, swallowed and just stared into those brown eyes, just to spite him in hope he can manage secure another victory of dominance again. But Rex didn’t turned his face away, not this time, because Rex continued speaking.

“These brilliant gut-feelings of yours will be our downfall one day. Have you ever considered what would happen if someone recognizes you? Do I really need to lock you up in the solitary everytime I can’t keep my eye on you? Maybe you had forgotten what would have happened if someone recognized you on Coruscant?!”

“Sir…?”

“You almost got us killed with that stunt.”

Deadshot couldn’t say anything. Deep inside his mind he knew Rex was right, right about this one at least, but still, the captain shouldn’t have to state it like he was deliberately wanted to ruin the muster with that panic attack. He felt those few bites of rationbars switching places in his stomach. He had to endure it.

“I risk everything” Rex continued. “Everything, my company, my men, my only son remained, the very trust of General Skywalker put in me, to cover your shebs.”

“I’ve never asked for this, sir-“

“But you are here, now, in the present. Now that you know why is it important to keep your identity a secret, you are still reckless. You are an ARC Trooper for fuck sake, and I get it, your duty calls you to work alone, but you have responsibilities toward the company and your personal agenda endangers your brothers every time you decide to going after your own head.”

“So convenient of you deciding when I’m one of you and when I’m just a walking ghost of-“

“DON’T!” Rex raised his hand to emphasise on his objection. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear his name, I don’t want to hear that name ever again. He is dead. He was dead to us even when he was alive.”

“So I’ve heard. And with all due respect sir, I don’t give a shit about it” Deadshot felt a sudden surge of confidence, probably came from his anger and he felt he really wanted to flood Rex with everything he got. “He was an asshole, I get it. For every sin he committed against the Republic, against you against his batchmates, I have to suffer ten times, wielding this burden like it was mine all alone and you know what? It is. It’s mine alone. Maybe I deserve to be treated like shit, maybe I deserve to be spitted on because the face I have or what it represent to those… what, like, three people who actually recognized me?” Deadshot counted on his fingers, gesticulating his inner frustration. “And didn’t gave a single cocksucking shit about me when I needed help? You are all cowards.”

Rex rubbed his forehead again, mouth pressed like he was in pain, stifled any emotion that was about to come out.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” asked Deadshot, confused.

“For not being a good commander for you.”

Deadshot expression distorted by spiteful bitterness faded away, left only cautios skepticism. He finally got to tell him everything this time. His anger, his disappointment in him, the words just flowed like sluice opened to ease the waters behind it before breaking out, under supervision and control. He never would have hoped for such opportunity. His whole body felt the tension, like his inner self scratched the surface of his skin from behind, but this time it wasn’t the crawling sensation in his veins, hoping for an easing scratch, more like, wanting to detach himself, because he wasn’t sure how would he able to handle these uncharted waters of… finally having the attention of Captain Rex.

“I wasn’t fair with you, right from the start. I have responsibilities toward my men but even if you are… YOU, you are my trooper too.” Rex talked slowly, as if the words were hard to spoke. He wanted to be elsewhere, it would have been better to be outside, fight a fight and dying in the process, anything but not to be here. “I don’t know how, or why, but you were given a second chance and you are wasting it away by chasing demons of the past. Like I said, your past-self is dead. You have to move on, HELL, I HAVE TO MOVE ON but I can’t. But I have to. So should you! You don’t have to live with the memories you don’t even have, but I HAVE by looking at you, the way you walk, the way you fight, the same way you stare with those fucking judgmental eyes, your fucking eyes…” and Rex look straight into those eyes.

And Deadshot couldn’t bear to look back. He lowered his head, watchings his own hands fidgeting furiously in his lap. The silence stretched, the lamp still flickered.

“I’m also aware that you fuck my ad.”

Deadshot nearly chocked on air, positioning himself into a more comfortable stance on the chair, and couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving laugh.

“What does Fives has to with this?” asked after he managed to spit out coherent words.

“Everything” stated Rex, more confidently than he was in the whole conversation. “If you choose to continue down this road instead of listening to me, I want you to leave Fives out of it.”

“Sir, maybe I shouldn’t be the one you lock up in the solitary” Deadshot grinned nastily. “Wherever I go, he’ll follow. Nothing I can do about it.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m talking about.

”Sir?” Deadshot suddenly felt sick, the nauseous feeling that the known world is suddenly crumbling around him piece by piece again made his stomach turned 180 degree with a violent slam. Endure.

“With that face of yours and death lingering around, you’ll never have a chance to get promoted. Not if we want to keep your identity safe. Not if I want to keep my men alive. Fives, he has bright future ahead. Has potential to become a leader one day, much better than I ever was. Don’t take this away from him.”

Endure. Endure. Endure.

“But, sir…” Deadshot’s voice rasped, almost like a whisper. “But you just said…”

“When the war’s over, I can reassign you to somewhere else. Soldiers always needed, especially away from the Core. You can live in peace, nobody would bother you, nobody would search for you, we can… Cody knows a vod, he would just erase your whole existence from the database. This is… is the only thing I can offer to help you.”

If Rex told him anything after that, Deadshot couldn’t remember. Rex wanted to hide him. Away from his friends, his vode, his… FIVES, the very thought of being separated from Fives made him think swallowing a thermodetonator, this time, to finish the job the clankers couldn’t do last time but he also had to remind himself, that the clankers never shot him, the clankers never blown him up, it weren’t the clankers who gave him amnesia in the first place -endureENDUREENDURE-, but whatever, killing himself was a better option than living a solitary life away from his loved one!!! It’s not about the promotions, not about being treated specially, it…

He believed, he genuinly wanted to believe in Rex that maybe… maybe there was a future for him even without his memories, they were actually having a normal conversation for the first time and it turned out it was actually an elaborate “nice commander talk” to… to what…?

But despite all of this, Rex was right, Deadshot knew it deep in his gut. The fucking gut-feeling. It’s logical. Completely understandable concern. Fives is daddy’s little boy, even with all the mischief and fooling around, Fives still had a chance to become someone great, if not from his own, then he got protection, from Rex, from the General, from the Chancellor himself, this elaborate network of interest could make it happen for Fives to have a good life after the war while the same network could destroy everything, not just for Fives but for everyone if he didn’t stay put… and he… and he… He was supposed to be dead to begin with.

— x —

0500 standard, his inner clock was always punctual. Deadshot laid on bed, eyes open, stared at the bunk wall. He wanted to sleep but his thoughts already raced into his darkest part of the mind right after being conscious, felt empty yet so weary at the same time, he just couldn’t make himself move and get his gear to visit the shooting range. He just couldn’t. The others were still sleeping, Jesse’s sudden snorts and Tup little pup sounds while turning to his other side broke the silent darkness.

Someone moved eventually, fumbled with the blankets, then barefooted steps, a mild sway during walk… Fives, thought Deadshot. Steps became louder as Fives approached his bed. The mattress slumped under one knee and Deadshot’s felt his own blanket lifted and the sudden cold made him shiver, cowered himself more with his hands. But the cold feeling faded as Fives’ hot, naked upper body pressed onto his back, carefully cover them with the blanket to keep the remaining heat inside and comfortably snuggled to his lover’s nape. When Deadshot’s stiffened body loosened in his touch, Fives embraced him, fingers slowly entwining on the former’s chest.

“Hey” Fives whispered, not to wake up the others and breathed a little kiss on the neck. Deadshot didn’t answer.

“You are skipping the morning routine again” Fives pushed.

“I don’t feel like it now.”

“Four days in a row” and since Deadshot was nitpicky about what to answer, Fives continued. “And you’re avoiding me.”

Endure, Deadshot reminded himself. Endure. He felt a familiar, hot stinging in the corner of his eyes. Fingers between fingers, Fives drew calming lines into the calloused skin.

“Alright. I won’t push. I… I just miss you. And wanted to tell you” Fives lifted himself a bit, positioning himself to reach Shot’s ear. “I love you.”

Deadshot began to tremble, he needed all his willpower not to open his mouth and let his sobbing out like an explosion. He didn’t wanted to be heard, he didn’t want Fives hear him, and definitely didn’t want the others hear him. He felt Fives hand tightening, his head bored to his, whispering calming words.

“Hey, hey, cyare, what’s wrong? Shhh… it’s okay… it’s okay…”

It wasn’t okay, nothing was okay.

“I don’t deserve you” said Deadshot with weak whimper through gritted teeth. Fives gasped at this declaration in disbelief and concern, his calming touches stopped for a moment. Tried to take it heartlightedly, take is as Deadshot usual “crisis-thing”.

“Hey… what’s with that answer?” He chuckled. “You have to say it back.”

But Deadshot couldn’t. The trembling won’t stop, every sweet reassuring words were daggers pierced through his chest, his brain, his teary eyes. The same hands kept him safe for a moment but now he only felt numb inside the embrace. Deadshot’s soundless cry, stiffled sniffing made Fives heart ache for him.

“You know what?” Fives spoke again with the same patience. “I’m the only one who gets to decide if someone deserves me, and I can confidently say you are that someone who does.” Fives hoped maybe his lover become eased by the little joke, maybe saying back something snarky, unimpressed remark about he is able to compliment HIMSELF while compilenting others, but it didn’t happen.

The ARC trooper smalls repressed hiccups turned into miserable whimpering, and his grip on Fives’s hand became so strong, it started to hurt, but Fives didn’t pulled his hand away, this pain was so little what must had Deadshot felt right now, Fives knew in his guts. He decided maybe… maybe he would just stay here, a voiceless-support until Deadshot was ready to talk.

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part 3 / previous installments/tags

After they’re finally freed from quarantine, after they skate and have a team meeting all in their masks, the coaches leave them in their meeting room with pizza. The tables get shoved together, the chips and the cards come out, and for a couple of hours everything feels almost like normal.

As the clock on the wall inches closer to curfew, Wright starts shuffling the pizza boxes around, consolidating the spare slices into one box and stacking up the empties.

Guenther flicks his last hand of cards toward the center of the table. “Knock off the omega bullshit, Shane.”

“Fuck off.” Wright tries to close the lid of the overfilled box, jamming it down over the rest of the pizza. “I’m an alpha.”

The room’s too quiet, like all the sound’s been absorbed into the padded partitions that section off their quadrant of the hotel’s conference center. Guenther’s mean laugh breaks the silence. “Son, your balls haven’t even dropped yet.”

“I got tested,” Shane insists, indignant as everyone else around the table laughs. “They said my levels are super high.”

“That doesn’t mean shit.”

Privately, Mason agrees with Guenther. The genetic test is maybe 70 percent accurate before you present. Not worth paying for, his dad said. Said Mason could prove himself just fine without some bullshit lab report.

“Scouts care,” Shane mutters, and no one tries to tell him he’s wrong. They’ve all heard that a doctor signing off on an alpha prediction can be enough to bump you up a team’s draft board.

“Nobody knows, though.” Zelly flicks the edges of his cards through his fingers. He probably worries about it more than most of them do. He’s the kind of small skills guy with a pretty mouth who’s probably spending his draft year trying to prove he won’t turn out to be an omega. “It’s not like any of us are going to be MacKinnon.”

It was big news when MacKinnon presented early. Showed up at the combine reeking of alpha and everybody knew what Colorado was getting at first overall. Knocked Seth Jones right out of the top slot, although eventually Jones turned out to be an alpha anyway. Most first rounders do. But the ones who don’t usually come from the U.S. program like Jones did.

Zelly looks around the table in search of agreement, but everyone’s looking at Mason. Mason keeps his hand still, fighting the instinct to rub his knuckles over his beard. It's not a bad thing for people to assume. He just hates people thinking they know something he doesn't know.

“You have got to be an alpha,” Guenther pronounces.

“Seriously,” Stanks agrees with him. Guys are nodding.

Two seats down from Mason, Connor isn’t. His face is impassive as always, but Mason can tell that underneath his mask his teeth are set and his lip’s curled back. Mason’s starting to figure out how to read him. Or at least he can tell Connor fucking hates any topic that might remind somebody he’s fifteen years old.

“What do you care?” Mason leans back in his chair. “You lining up to suck my alpha dick?”

Guenther’s voice is loud over the laughter. “Wright might be.”

“Fuck off,” Shane snaps. It must be hard for the little robot to deal with something he can’t control. No matter how hard Shane tries to work hard and do the right thing and ace the genetic test, he can’t predict how he’s going to present. Mason’s never seen him get even the least bit rattled before. Usually Shane’s the guy you want talking to the refs. He’s a good captain. Nice to everyone, no special treatment for the guys he likes. You can’t even tell who he likes. Maybe he actually hates all of them.

“Okay, stack ‘em up.” Mason shoves his chair back from the table and slots his poker chips into the cardboard box without bothering to sort them. “I’m going to bed.”

Chips click together and someone gathers up the stray cards and shuffles the deck to put away. Guenther and Stanks start arguing about the pot for tomorrow night’s game. Mason picks up his water bottle and falls into step with Connor on the way to the elevator.

The awkward conversation lingers around them like a bad smell. Mason can’t think how to change the subject. Connor’s quiet next to him. He hits the elevator button with the base of his water bottle. The doors open and the up arrow chimes almost immediately.

They’re the only ones in the car. Connor leans back in one corner and lifts his feet off the floor, boosting himself up with his hands on the railing that runs around the edge of the elevator. “Can I ask…” One of his slides threatens to fall off his foot and he points his toes upward to catch it. He lowers his feet back to the floor. “Never mind.”

“No, what.” Mason’s pretty sure he knows what’s coming. He looks up at the floors ticking off on the panel. 

“You don’t have to tell me.” The elevator starts to slow.

“It’s okay.” The numbers stop at their floor. Mason slips his keycard out of his pocket and balances it on opposite corners between his thumb and forefinger 

“You didn’t say…” Just before the doors open, Connor finally spits it out. “Are you an alpha or what?”

“Shit, I don’t know.” The vestibule on their floor is empty except for a glass-topped table with a vase and a fanned-out set of magazines about things to do in Texas. The flowers in the vase might be fake. Mason can’t tell.

The ice machine rattles in its alcove as they pass. “You haven’t presented?”

“Don’t look so surprised.” Most people don’t present at eighteen. Every year there’s some group advocating to move draft eligibility back to age 20 or 21. It’s always based on some bullshit about growth curves and developmental years but everybody understands the real advantage for teams would be knowing more about what they’re getting, dynamic-wise.

“I don’t know.” Connor rolls his eyes. “You just look…” He waves his hand like Mason’s self-explanatory.

“It’s the beard, isn’t it?” Mason rubs his knuckles over it. He does like the beard.

Connor snorts. “Yeah, probably.”

“You love it.” Mason shoulders Connor into the wall next to the door of their room. “Maybe it’ll rub off on you.” He scrapes his jaw against the side of Connor’s face, feeling reckless. Connor yelps, startled, and hip-checks him out of the way. Mason stumbles sideways across the hall. He keeps getting surprised by the power stored in Connor’s short frame. He lunges back at him, jamming his chin against Connor’s cheek. “C’mon, get some beard.”

Connor shoves him away with both hands on Mason’s chest. “Dumbass,” he says, but the tense set to his jaw is gone. He might even be smiling.

Mason swipes them into their room. He kicks off his slides and sprawls back on his bed. “Gimme a country.”

Connor switches on the lamp between their beds and flops on his belly next to him. “Spain.”

“Madrid. Too easy.”

“Chile.”

“Santiago. Try harder.”

“Fine,” Connor huffs, reaching for the almanac. He sifts through the pages, taking his time. Mason watches his profile in the lamplight. Finally, Connor’s eyes light up. “Nauru,” he says, triumphantly.

“Only country in the world without a capital, bitch.”

Connor groans and whacks him in the chest with the almanac. “I fucking hate you.”

“You love me.” Mason tries to wrestle the book out of Connor’s hands. “I’m the best roommate ever and you fucking love me.”

Connor holds onto the almanac with an iron grip, making Mason work for it, but he doesn’t tell Mason he’s wrong.

(next)

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I had something to share on Sunday, but then I baked myself in the sun and lost the motivation to post. Which worked out for the best because I rewrote the whole thing anyway. Anyhow, here is something else entirely from my Wedding WIP. Canon divergence where Simon and Baz are both guests at a wedding that takes place the week before 8th year starts. Here is some Simon POV, and guess what, our boy has made a new buddy:

That’s been happening all day. My magic leaking, that is. Not too badly — not badly enough to make anyone pass out, or even for most people to notice — but I’m having trouble keeping it down, what with being extremely tired, extremely hot, and extremely pissed off that I’m even here in the first place.  “What’s bothering you now, then?” Jamie asks, remembering from earlier that I told him it happens when I’m upset. “Dunno,” I reply, “Just like, everyone is looking at me. I feel like a circus animal.” “Kind of appropriate, here under the Big Top, dontcha think?” he laughs, rolling his eyes up comically at the striped tent in a way that tells me he’s just as mystified by the theme of this wedding as I am. “Don’t worry, Simon. If anything, they’re looking at me. I’m the clown who couldn’t even get into Watford. At least you’re like.. a trained lion, or a tiger or something.” “I’d rather be a clown,” I sigh. “Then I could climb into the tiny car with all the other clowns and drive away.” “You’ve got a point,” Jamie chuckles, tipping the neck of his beer bottle against mine. “Go on then, Greatest Mage, magic us up a Peel P50 and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Simon is NOT having fun, you see...

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#5

Can I serve you guys some sleep-deprived Ed? How about an angsty reunion? I know it's not Accountant, but pls read it anyway, I worked very hard on it

24 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#4

I know people have made posts like this before but I just want to reiterate… Please don’t seek out creator or actor attention on twitter, especially to fanart. You can definitely post your art and be proud of it (please do!) and you can be excited if they do interact with it (I know I would be!). But that doesn’t mean that you should tag them or pester them or expect attention from them in any way. They’re people, and they have the right to choose what they see/interact with just like everyone else. Please just be respectful!

39 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#3

If they don’t get a happy ending, I will personally fight taika waititi and god

47 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#2

Lucius’s reaction to Ed, Blackbeard, and the Kraken in the next season will be fascinating to me.

On one hand, we’ve seen that he and Ed have some rapport, if only in regard to Stede and romantic feelings. There is (or was) some understanding there. For an episode or two, they were on the same page. And we’ve seen that Lucius was never really afraid of Blackbeard or his crew (mocking Izzy, building a friendship with Fang, etc).

On the other hand, Blackbeard literally tried to kill him. That’s a really hard thing to forgive and forget. Lucius strikes me as a very petty person (the break-up scene alone shows that) so I don’t think he’ll be the forgiving sort, but we also have to take Stede’s feelings and actions into account. Lucius obviously cares for Stede very much and seeing his captain and friend so distraught over the loss of his boyfriend might tip the scales in favor of getting Edward back, despite Lucius’s hatred of him. I’m conflicted on whether it’ll be enough, though

Of all of the relationships to explore in season 2, I think Lucius and Edward’s is the one I’m most excited for, especially because there are so many different directions they could go in. I really hope they don’t brush off Edward’s actions for the sake of comedy and instead dig into the nitty gritty of the interactions between these two highly complex, motivated, and emotional characters

86 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Is anyone gonna write a fic where Ed is a stripper with the stripper name The Kraken who catches the eye of a recently-divorced Stede or do I have to do everything myself around here?

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Magic Like This || Read on Ao3

“Do you want to go?” He presses. “It’s not that simple.” If only it was. Of course she didn’t want to go. The boy in front of her shrugs. “It sounds simple enough to me: it’s going to be miserable for you. Don’t go.” Lily blinks at him—he speaks as if it’s the easiest thing in the world to just live by your own rules, put yourself first. He’s standing there, staring at her as the concept winds its way through her mind. What Lily really wants, if she’s being honest with herself, is to spend the day with James Potter.

My fic for the @jilytoberfest Bittersweet Challenge. Prompt: "Don't Go" but make it fluff.

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restless waves rise and fall || read chapter one on ao3

In efficiency and general seafaring know-how, First Mate Evans makes up for what Captain Potter lacks.

So she has to make up for a lot.

Or: In which James Potter is a gentleman pirate and Lily Evans is his loyal but vastly more competent First Mate.

Written for @thegobletofweasleys​ Jily Week 2022 pirate au prompt. It has since gotten out of hand and is currently shaping up to be 3 parts (you can blame @sunshinemarauder​ for the encouragement).

78 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

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no, i could never give you peace | Read on Ao3 | Playlist

But the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

James blinks. “Are you breaking up with me, Evans?” he jokes softly, resting his hand on hers. It’s a joke, but her body tenses and it immediately puts him on edge. The silence that follows is excruciating.

“I’m not doing anything.” Her nails begin to tap on the mug again—a nervous habit that James spots immediately. “I just think we should have a conversation.”

93 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

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I got this idea like 5 minutes ago and have been living in Saturday Night's Alright-land for so long, I'm letting myself choose joy.

7th-Year September 1st drabble below the cut.

James hastily waved off his parents with all the sincerity he could muster before he and Sirius started weaving their way through the start-of-term crowd on Platform 9 3/4 for the last time. To Fleamont and Euphemia, this was a momentous turning point, deserving some sort of emotional farewell or well-wishing, but to James it was simply an item on a checklist.

Arrive at platform: Check.

Still, he would've been more sympathetic to his parents' attentions had someone not delayed their arrival by oversleeping.

"Oi, slow down, Prongs. Christ!"

Sirius trailed behind him, navigating the crowds with more care than the other boy, who was charging through the crowd with a fervor that Sirius was all too familiar with by now.

James' eyes flitted rapidly from face to face as he made his way across the platform, searching for those brilliant eyes and the shock of red hair that he hadn't seen in much too long.

This summer had been one for the books, as far as James Potter was concerned, anyway. The freedom of being of-age with none of the responsibilities of school had meant a virtually unlimited choice of ways to entertain themselves this summer. Most evenings saw the soon-to-be 7th year Gryffindors—along with some other classmates—convalescing somewhere or other in Diagon Alley, finding little-known hidden gems of pubs or clubs, cooling themselves off with ice cream at Florean Fortescue's, or just causing general summertime mischief.

It was wonderful to feel so bonded with the others in their house going into their final year, and it had the added bonus of finally sparking that something between he and Lily Evans.

It was nothing serious—not yet. Just little stolen moments throughout the summer: a lingering glance across the table, inconspicuous hand-holding when they found themselves in the back of the group, the occasional goodnight kiss when one of them needed to side-along Apparate the other home. Little stolen moments that had been driving James mad these last few weeks Lily was visiting family and unable to join the end-of-summer hurrahs.

They had been writing each other, however, in her absence. She'd written him excitedly about her appointment as Head Girl, which was completely unsurprising to him as there was no better candidate (and he told her so). He had written back, nervously, and relayed how—incredibly—he'd been named Head Boy, only to be unexpectedly showered with congratulations and 'of course, it's unorthodox, but it makes sense'. They'd exchanged letters about the things they'd miss once Hogwarts was over, their lists of must-do's this year to fully glean the most out of their final year. They'd exchanged 'I miss you's and 'I wish you were here's and 'I can't wait to see you's.

Nearing the other side of the crowded platform, his eyes spotted that specific shade of red that had made this summer so superior to the others. His eyes zeroed in on Lily Evans, hair pulled back, Head Girl badge proudly displayed on her robes as she helped direct what he could only guess was a First Year into the train. His feet halted any forward-movement as his breath left his lungs.

'I can't wait to see you. I miss you.'

Locate Lily Evans: Check.

James moved forward with renewed vigor, her eyes finding his as the First Year loaded onto the train. A smile broke out on her face as he drew near, and gods how he wished he was able to get here earlier just so he could take in her expression that much sooner.

"Hey, you," she called lightly as he neared, looking up at him. "Big day for us, eh?"

Now face-to-face with her for the first time in weeks, after thinking only of her for the entirety of the time since she last left his sight, words escape him. Instead, he smiled down at her, at the anticipation in her eyes and felt sure in a way he hadn't felt with her in a long time, and bent down to capture her lips with his own, hand cupping her cheek.

She leaned into his touch instantly, responding to his kiss with an enthusiasm that caused James' pulse to pound in his ears, drowning out the sounds of the platform around them.

Kiss Lily Evans: Check.

James felt Lily's lips pull into another grin, and he took this as his cue to step back, breaking the kiss and grinning down at her, knowing that the excited glint in her eyes matched his own.

"Well, I meant leading the Prefects' meeting, but glad to know where your head's at," she quipped, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

James shrugged, hand flying to his hair with residual nerves. "Sorry, I was just...excited to see you."

Lily stepped forward, reaching up and pulling his hand down from his hair and lacing her fingers in his. Her eyes lingered on the sight of their entwined fingers as a blush painted her cheeks. "I'm excited to see you, too." Her eyes flickered back up to meet his, eyebrow quirking as she tugged him forward towards the train. "Well come on then. We have a meeting to run."

James followed her, gladly, as they loaded onto the train, feeling a little lighter in his step.

Be with Lily Evans: Check.

96 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

James blinks. “Are you breaking up with me, Evans?” he jokes softly, resting his hand on hers. It’s a joke, but her body tenses and it immediately puts him on edge. The silence that follows is excruciating.

“I’m not doing anything.” Her nails begin to tap on the mug again—a nervous habit that James spots immediately. “I just think we should have a conversation.”

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[juurensha]

Hi...if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before...... Thanks....

Ohohoho, I do love this question! I will try to list out my top 10 ships (although if you’re interested in more detail, check out my ship meme tag! I really need to start writing some of those again....)

1. Dabi/Hawks (BNHA)

This should come as no surprise to anyone hahahaha. I’ve written 30+ fics about them at this point, and I still love them! They’re foils, and no matter what happens in canon, they’ve got some foe-yay chemistry going on there!

2. Li Jinglong/Kong Hongjun (Tianbao)

Tianbao is my favorite danmei novel hands down, and these guys are a big reason why! They start off just flirty, get a little tragic when you realize they were childhood friends in the past who forgot each other, and they both grow together!

3. Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru (Haikyuu)

Bickering childhood friends! The best trope, and I love all their interactions together!

4. Mei Changsu/Xiao Jingyan (Nirvana in Fire)

Also childhood friends (are you seeing a running theme here, sorry, I love the trope), although currently Prince Jing thinks that his best friend Lin Shu is DEAD AND HE MUST HONOR HIS MEMORY AND CLEAR HIS NAME. Unknown to him however, Lin Shu is alive, and has changed his appearance into Mei Changsu, Prince Jing’s main advisor, all to clear his family name and make Jingyan emperor. There is TRAGEDY EVERYWHERE in this drama, but it’s beautiful, and the only thing I’m mad about is EVERYONE GASLIGHTING JINGYAN INTO THINKING MEI CHANGSU ISN’T LIN SHU and the fact that MEI CHANGSHU SHOULD HUG JINGYAN GDI.

5. Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham (Hannibal)

The top mind game ship and the most messed up relationship possibly on this list, but I DEVOURED every episode of Hannibal when it was coming out, and it was so much fun to watch the game between these two. I don’t even need a season 4, I was really happy where it ended for season 3.

6. Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (Captain America)

Yet another childhood friends relationship, and yet another one where one person thinks the other is dead, but in this case of course, Bucky comes back as a brainwashed super-assassin. There’s a lot of snark here, and yes, I know Marvel was too much of a coward to make it canon, or even to really let them be friends after the Winter Soldier movie, but that’s what fic is for.

7. Quan Yizhen/Yin Yu (Tian Guan Ci Fu)

Technically, I guess this could also count as childhood friends, but really, they’re a shixiong/shidi relationship, and in this case, with the shixiong completely jealous of how awesome the shidi has become, and how much he has replaced him, but loving him anyway despite himself. I like to think that the two of the made up after the novel!

8. Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Foe-yay tastic with former allies turned enemies turned reluctant allies again, Buffy is the Chosen One, until her near death experience means that there’s now a Chosen Two. I will always root for Faith over Buffy’s other love interests because Faith gets the entire slayer thing and has an edgy bad-girl vibe without being a vampire! (Buffy, you need to stop dating vampires, it seems to always end badly)

9. Anne Elliot/Captain Wentworth (Persuasion)

Former sweethearts, now awkwardly meeting again after nearly a decade! Wentworth so badly wanting Anne to see that he’s DOING FINE DOING GREAT ACTUALLY HE’S A CAPTAIN NOW AND EVERYTHING, while Anne is just sad about the entire thing. Thankfully, Wentworth sees how competent Anne is, and also that them splitting up 10 years ago was probably right, but they manage to find their way to each other again!

10. Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Yes, you’ll note how I’m using the old Jeremy Brett version and not the BBC Sherlock version, because honestly, Sherlock doesn’t have the same characterization of the original books, besides not knowing how to resolve a plotline. Anyway, the original detective and assistant duo! Got to love them and how long they’ve endured through the years.

Honorable Mentions: Batman/Catwoman (Dc Comics), Jason Todd/Dick Grayson (DC Comics), Harrowhark Nonagesimus/Gideon Nav (Locked Tomb series),  Homura/Madoka (Madoka Magica), Kashima Yuu/Hori Masayuki (Gekkan Shojo Nozaki Kun), Gu Jianshen/Shen Qingxian (Want to Ascend, then fall in love), Sam Vimes/Havelock Vetinari (Discworld novels), Shen Jiu/Yue Qingyuan (Scum Villain Self-Saving System), and Xiang Cheng/Chi Xiaoduo (Mingwang, part of Feitian’s Exorcist novels).

[blue-kyber]

Thanks for the tag, @writingamongther0ses :)  My words are: secret, uncover, unlike, hint, space. It was so hard to choose one for “Space.” My work is MADE for that word find. :D Bits taken from “Out There: The 1K” - my wip sci-fi fantasy novel.

Secret

They took an elevator up to the top floor. Selka led them down the hall to a door at the end on the right hand side marked ‘401’ in Yaalian.  

“Now, remember;” Selka warned. “No mention of where you’re from, the One Thousand, or what happened to you.”

“You think he’s going to tell the Regents?” Terra asked.

“No,” she began, “but we have to be careful. No one can know who you are and what you can do. Keep your powers a secret. Got it?”

“We don’t even know who we are,” Will replied. “How can we spill the beans if we don’t have any beans to spill?

“Promise me.”

Both kids answered, “We promise.”

“Good.” She hoped the kids would remember that and keep their mouths shut. 

Uncover

[Selka] knelt down in front of the two children, sensing their knot of emotions, and frowning in empathy. By the way they held each other, tensed and suffering, what she picked up from them should be ten times more intense than the emotions that brushed past her senses. The fact that she had to try so hard concerned her. She would call her family at some point to talk to them about this - perhaps return to the Ai Hiri temple to uncover the reason. This was a felorian problem humans wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t something Yune needed to be bothered with, since there was nothing he could do anyway.

Unlike

“Thankfully, all fifty Terrans were rescued unharmed. They were immediately sent to their predetermined homes to live their lives in peace and anonymity.”

The transmission cut out.

Terra stared at the GNN logo rotating lazily on the screen. Her hands trembled, “But they were so nice to us. They cared about us. Delleen made us pancakes, and...and the captain told us stories of her adventures.” 

Will placed both palms against the glass, “Don’t believe it, Terra. It has to be a lie. The captain is still out there, and so is Earth. She’ll rescue us,” Will tried, but he was faltering as well. 

Doctor Barakan kept his distance, “I’m sorry. I wish it was a lie.” 

Will backed up against the glass, “Everyone… Nick and Derek, Anahita, Kathryn, Li, Keiko...they’ve all been sent to other worlds?”

He nodded, “Scattered across Alliance territory like dust. It’s unlikely that you will ever see any of them again.”

Will’s heart dropped, and the sense of being alone crept in. The only person he truly had now was trapped on the other side of this glass, “W-what about us? What’s going to happen to us?”

“This is your home, now. You have a far greater destiny to fulfill than the others. You are no longer merely part of the One Thousand. You are becoming something more; something extraordinary. Your status has changed. This is your part to play,” The scientist’s smile grew almost to his bushy brown eyebrows. 

Will lifted his hand. The energy wasn’t visible anymore, but he could feel something present, alive within the cells of his body. It was more a sense than a physical thing. 

His voice quivered, “What did you do to us?” 

“I am giving you a gift. You have an opportunity to avenge your planet, your families, and your friends from the Intrepid, and get revenge on everyone who betrayed you. I am giving you the power to fight back.”

Hint

     “Per-permanently? That’s, uh,” Yune cleared his throat, “that-that’s a little permanent for my liking.” He tried to diffuse the tension with a little nervous humor in a slight smirk, “Look, I‘m sure we can talk this out. This is all just a big misunderstand--” 

      The whine of a pulse rifle at his chest cut him off.   

      “Whoa, hey, ok. I can take a hint,” he held up his right hand, stepping back slightly, “There’s no need for that.” 

The smooth list of crimes commander Soros lorded over him held a dark undertone of judge, jury, and executioner, “First you return here without compensation for the shipment of coridium you lost, then you attack Regent officers, steal the Dyne’s property, and now you go so far as to kidnap his daughter.” 

“That last one is subjective--”

“You are nothing but a lowly, inconsequential scraprat,” the slimy arrogance oozed from his words, ”Like all vermin, your life means nothing, and your death will mean even less.”

“Ouch.” Normally, being called a scraprat would irritate him. However, his life was a little more important at the moment. As ‘nothing’ as it was, it was still his life and he’d like to keep it. 

Space

The oversized couch and center table were clearly made for mik-humans.

This was their living room. 

The whole ship had a very lived-in feel.

[Will] rubbed at a soft tingling sensation through his head. His legs wobbled when he stood, but supported him enough to shuffle to the window. He placed his palm against the cool irradesteel.

He gawked at the incredible view of a massive, lofty nebula.

There were no Regent ships anywhere. They were alone in the middle of wide-open space. And this certainly wasn't a Regent ship. This was more hard-lined and clunky. And it smelled like burnt solder, walnuts, and almond cookies. Regent ships smelled like metal and air freshener.

“Where am I?” he whispered. If this wasn’t an Alliance starship, then who did it belong to? Who kidnapped them again? 

I tag with no pressure, @writeouswriter, @raevenlywrites @gleamful-lanterns, @kyber-erso, and anyone else who wants to play! Your words are: painting, stone, reclusive, and hyper.  GO! :)

Space is so coooooool!

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I posted 1,625 times in 2022

That's 1,144 more posts than 2021!

66 posts created (4%)

1,559 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 281 of my posts in 2022

#echo reblogs - 47 posts

#echo speaks - 37 posts

#becca speaks - 22 posts

#rottmnt - 18 posts

#star wars - 14 posts

#rottmnt movie spoilers - 11 posts

#stray - 9 posts

#fnaf moon - 9 posts

#fnaf sb - 8 posts

#the clone wars - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#they’re gonna make moonknight all serious and dark n shit and they’ll lose the essence of the moonknight they will lose who he truly is that

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Pedro Pascal is like one of the best men ever and he just radiates positivity and hotness and I love it and I love him

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#4

Tiny little ficlet for you all (also sorry I’ve been gone lol)

“I can protect you here..” I shook my head, it hurt to look at him. His once soft blue eyes had become a harsh yellow and red. Nothing like him before, even with the same face it was hard to recognise the man.

“Please I need you with me.. This was all for you,” the thought made you shudder. You didn’t want to be the cause of great Jedi Master Obi wan Kenobi falling but what if it was your fault?

15 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#3

Fuck you but also love you Santa Monica Studio.

You have broken me down and built me back up all over again.

I love it and I hate it

16 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#2

Bad Haircut

Pairing: Commander Cody x GN!Reader

Genre/Warnings: Its just a silly little short so nothing serious except maybe Cody being a little ooc since I made him kinda petty

Words: 354

A/N: Just a short little thing to make up for my lack of fic, hope you enjoy this silly little piece also formatting is maybe a bit different since I’m having to do this on mobile since I don’t have my laptop currently

It was going well, until it wasn’t.

You stood silently looking at it.

Rex gave you a wide eyed expression and you just shrugged with a weak smile. Cody caught onto the silence “What’s wrong? What have you done?” He sounded slightly concerned.

You tried waving him off “nothing, you look great I’m nearly done” but before you could finish he turned around to you with his Commander glare, even though you were a General yourself it still scared you.

“What did you do?” He asks again, you slowly lifted the hand mirror and showed him the back. He gaped.

He snapped his gaze to you “how did you take off a bit so big?!” You put your hands up in defence “I don’t know! I just went a little further than I meant to!” He scowled “a little! There’s a whole chunk missing!” Before you could get anything else out to defend yourself Obi wan walked in.

“What’s all the commotion?” You all froze, you glanced at Cody and narrowed your eyes at him in warning.

“Y/N shaved off a massive chunk of my hair!” You glared at him “oh you kriffing snitch!” Obi wan turned to Rex for an explanation but the captain just shrugged “I’m only an innocent bystander” with that he walked out.

“Cody, you asked a Jedi with the most unsteady hands for a haircut, I think this is on you” he spoke in a calm tone. “What?!” “Unsteady hands?!” You both shouted at the same time.

With that Obi wan left. Cody grumbled “I’m never asking you to shave my hair again” you rolled your eyes and huffed “well I won’t help you again anyway.”

22 notes - Posted January 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Frustrating Lord

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker X GN!Reader

Genre/Warnings: A little bit of Anakin belittling the reader and being an asshole but except from that its mostly enemies to lovers kind of stuff. Also this is like set in a Regency Era AU

Words: 730

Summary: You were simply enjoying the All Hallows Eve ball before a certain lord had to come in and spoil the night for you but maybe he could make it better

A/N: Okay so I got this idea because I started watching Bridgerton for the first time and I thought it would be a very interesting thing to write about so here we are. Quick little info bit here: Jedi Council members are referred to as Dukes/Duchesses, Jedi Knights as Ladies/Lords and the clones as either Knights or Captains (depending on their position) and padawns are adopted children.

The All Hallows Eve ball. A ball you frequently enjoyed every year until tonight.

You had been having fun and were talking to your adopted father Mace Windu until Lord Anakin Skywalker had walked in, he was usually a thorn in your side and a man you tried to avoid but he approached you, you looked to your father to do something but he just walked away with a look that said ‘good luck’. 

“Mx L/N, I haven’t seen you for quite a while”

The smile on your face was tight.

“Well I have unfortunately been busy as of late” he chuckled and raised an eyebrow “what do you do that keeps you so busy?” The comment did not lighten your mood.

“Lord Skywalker, I ,unlike you, do my duties responsibly and on time and I don’t act like a child” the smirk on his face stayed and he didn’t even react, 

instead he only said “you always take my jests seriously don’t you?” You left for the garden and decided to give Anakin no more of your time.

—-----

The garden was empty and the sound of the music from inside carried through outside and mixed with the sounds of the light breeze on the trees. It gave you time to think and calm down from earlier events.

Ever since you were children and Anakin was adopted by the young Lord Kenobi he had been raving about being the chosen one. It did not help that the Duke’s and Duchesses also sang his praises constantly whereas you had always been considered mediocre by most even with Duke Windu as your father. It was also something that prevented you from finding the true happiness you wanted in life, as selfish as it seemed.

The now Duke Kenobi had always seen and complimented your abilities and you would not lie to yourself about how attractive the man was but most could see his infatuation with Duchess Satine. Some others like Lady Secura were fortunate enough to fall for their knights, Captain Bly was one of the many fine men in the army and you knew they deserved the happiness that came with love even if they had to also focus on the current war.

Talking of knights you heard the voice of Captain Knight, Rex. “Excuse me my liege but Lord Skywalker requests to speak to you” the sigh you let out was audible, you had no intent on seeming like you were frustrated with the poor captain but even the thought of speaking to Skywalker right now frustrated you.

“Tell the Lord I have no interest in speaking to him.”

The sounds of footsteps leaving made you relax, thinking the captain had gone back to exactly say what you said but the unmistakable laugh of the Lord made you tense up once again “Don’t say you’re truly upset with me Y/n.”

He stood next to you and you promptly noticed you were both out of sight from the main windows and could easily hit the man right here without any witnesses but you instead held back.

“It’s simply a beautiful night” you huffed at him.

“What is it you want Anakin? No one is here but us and you have had your time with me already” he frowned at your comment.

“Y/n I truly meant no harm earlier, I simply was having fun” you rolled your eyes “fun? Well it does not feel like fun for everyone, you seem to forget not everyone is as talented as you.”

He stepped in front of you and you avoided his eyes. You knew some kind of joke was coming, some kind of comment at your expense but nothing came. He was silent. You looked up at him, he looked amazed. 

You opened your mouth to say something but he kissed you. It was sudden and quick, part of your brain urged you to push him away but the other part of you wanted to kiss him back and you did. It was filled with raw emotion, all the frustration you held for him and all the want and love he had for you.

You both pulled back for air and Anakin laid his forehead against yours. He smiled and you could only look shocked. “You’re a better kisser than I could ever have imagined.”

Maker you wanted to kill him 

56 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

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I posted 5,542 times in 2022

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#sam wilson - 87 posts

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#and writing from both sam and bucky’s perspective about having kids tell them every day how they’ve affected them in a positive light

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#5

bruh. okay. this isnt like a BIG THING or whatever, but i think its still worth mentioning. sam doesnt look away after bucky goes to follow walker. bruh. how does one explain that. i dont understand why this just happened. why did he just stand there for an extra second watching as bucky goes. for funzies, obviously. also, take note of the line bucky tells him before he runs off. he looks at sam and says “i got it.” 

and he keeps his eyes on sam as he turns the corner, then turning out of frame. and sam watches him leave. i genuinely dont have an explanation for this scene. because it sticks out to me every time, because sam watches him, and bucky tells him, without saying the words, that: “it’ll be fine”. like WHY. 

275 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#4

i feel this is a general consensus in the fandom but im gonna say it anyway. Sam and Bucky are fucking stupid for each other. like holy shit. Bucky saw Sam smile and walked into a table. Sam saw Bucky in tight jeans and almost fell off the boat. Sam fell asleep on the couch one night when Bucky got home late and Bucky tripped over his feet. Sam passed by Bucky helping AJ and Cass with their homework and dropped whatever he was holding. they are just stupid. and generally, Sam’s a very smart, business, competent person. he’s captain America for gods sake, obviously he is intelligent, but Bucky just makes him fucking dumb. like it’s laughable. like he would stumble over his words and shit, he’d just pause mid debrief because Bucky looked at him in a specific way. and Bucky was supposed to be smooth, and he gets back in his groove eventually, but Sam was living proof Bucky simply could not be smooth. Bucky was just so not smooth with Sam, he stumbled when he danced, and he didn’t have a little flirty smile when he smiled with Sam, he had a giant, eye scrunch grin on his face that physically hurt. they are so stupid for each other it’s funny.

282 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#3

really think we should let taika have a go at Sam and Bucky. like just to see what he’d do exactly.

340 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

#2

the way Sam is introduced in the mcu is so great because like it wasn’t a post credit scene or anything. the guy was just. jogging. and decided “let’s flirt with Captain America” and now he IS Captain America. that is the best introduction in the mcu because like he’s just a guy but he’s a FUCKING BADASS who has FUCKING WINGS (and ptsd) AND FLIRTS WITH CAPTAIN AMERICA. and like how the falcon is introduced is literally throwing a guy BACK ONTO A BUILDING, IN JEANS AND A TSHIRT, helps interrogate information out of the guy he just tossed like a fucking soccer ball. in conclusion; Sam Wilson is FUCKING AWESOME and i love him and his epic entrances.

415 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

okay but does anyone else just remember that Sam and Bucky just… happened? like these two fuckers with major pstd found each other and just- even if you don’t see them as romantic they are just BEST FRIENDS. they love each other in anyway you want it and it’s nauseating. Now you win even more if you think they’re romantic because they’re best friends who fell in love. someone once said “im in love with their love” AND YEAH. like HOLY FUCK GUYS.

HOW

AM I SUPPOSED

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565 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

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