#otp: hey—watch the suit

[thelovelybitten]

for the microscopic community that still watches this cute lil show: I give u my work for my favourite ship. thank u. i hope u like it.

[qwertycake]

cute squishy platonic otp prompts :) very fluffy and good smiley face

FOUND THESE ABANDONED IN MY NOTES FROM 2021! Some of these are very specific so feel free to alter them to suit your situation/tastes. Some of these are more targeted towards the mundane “imagine this” scenarios which aren’t great for writing an extended piece about but they can still get your creative juices flowing. These are all geared towards platonic and squishy, but I suppose they could be used in other contexts too. Enjoy!

“You’re very good at that instrument, Person A, but please put it away it’s two in the fucking morning” AU

“We went out to stargaze but you keep saying that every cluster of stars is Orion’s belt and I’m starting to think you’re trying to impress me with the astrology knowledge that you don’t have” AU

“You walked into our house/apartment/whatever sopping wet from the rain because you forgot your umbrella, here’s a towel and I’m making hot chocolate by the way let’s watch movies” AU

“That’s a cute bouquet and all but why are the neighbours’ gardens barren” AU

“We’re playing smash bros together on the couch and I’m teaching you to play and you kick my ass and the worst part is that I wasn’t letting you win” AU

“The party’s over and we now have a ton of helium filled balloons hey what if we drank the helium and prank called people come on you know you want to” AU

“We went to a rocky beach and now have a rucksack full of cool rocks that we’re never gonna use” AU

“Look I know it’s two in the morning— hey stop asking how I got in your room that’s not important— I need you to make a Hot Wheels track with me” AU

“We both keep dream journals and are sharing our weird dreams” AU

“We’re performers waiting outside the venue because we’re tired of the loud noise and need a breather, also hey is your group also going to the McDonalds afterwards? I’ll see you there” AU

“We’re camping and a random dog/cat just waltzed up to our tent and we don’t know where their owner is so we have to take care of it in a really small space oh my god” AU

“We’re both isakaied away into another world but you became a cool mage and I’m just Some Dude” AU

“We’ve been trying to get this goddamn plushy from a grabbing machine for literal hours to the point where we broke it and the poor worker, person C, just walked up and unlocked the chamber and gave us the plushy out of pity” AU

“We’re at a library and I’m intimidated because everyone looks super stoic and serious but then you waltz up to me with a kids encyclopaedia of dinosaurs and ask me which one’s my favourite” AU

“We’re having a snowball fight but we both can use insanely powerful magic and end up wrecking havoc on the whole area” AU

“Oh your winter clothes got wet, here have my hat and gloves I don’t feel cold— in fact you know what let me warm your hands for you, give em here” AU

“I’m driving us home from the airport/ferry port/whatever and its late and we end up falling asleep in the car park of a service station. You wake up before me and buy me service station food for a three in the morning breakfast and it’s really sweet until we realise that we still have an hour to go before we’re home ugh” AU

“Can you catch the bus with me I’ve never caught it before and I need to get used to it” AU

“We’re astronauts and we’re going into space together and it’s really scary but you’re pissing me off already and we’ve barely gotten ready for launch fuck” AU

“We both crash landed from a plane into a woodland and are staying in an abandoned shack and chatting over a can of warming beans” AU

“We’re in control of making the new universe and we can’t agree on anything stop putting cat ears on the humans and take this seriously goddammit” AU

“I work at a drycleaners and you’ve been bringing your bodypillow/ahaego hoodie/whatever here for the past three days and I just want to know why please you’re killing me” AU

“There’s only one bed but we actually get gradually more pissed off at one another as the night goes on because you kicked me and I took the blanket and whatever until I cave and sleep on the couch, but you make me breakfast in the morning so all is forgiven” AU

“You look depressed here have a bathbomb go have a bath I insist do you want wine” AU

“You’ve never made a pizza from scratch before? Here let me show you how” AU

“You’ve never played hop scotch before? Here let me show you in public” AU

“You’ve never built a death ray before? Here let me show you— hey hold on stop screaming it’s pointed away from you it’s pointed away” AU

“Mario Maker: Endless Easy” AU

“Whenever we go out to eat you always tell the staff that it’s my birthday when it isn’t and I always get happy birthday sung to me and I hate you now pass me that slice of cake goddammit” AU

[masterwords]

Hi 3&30&56 if you don't mind<3<3<3

Of course I don't mind! I'll talk about these fools all day every day. I haven't watched much CM lately (which is very rare for me, I'm a lifer with this damn show and the brainrot but I've been very up in SWAT these last few months) so I'm missing them big time. Thank you for indulging me!

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Absolutely. I think Hotch steals a lot of Derek's really worn in clothes, especially his sweatshirts. Hotch walking around their home on a Saturday in a Northwestern Law sweatshirt with ragged cuffs and bleach spots and missing drawstrings for the hood, this decades old sweatshirt that Derek shoves in the back of his drawer and Hotch fishes out because it's so so soft. And Derek definitely sneaks into Hotch's tie collection when he's got to dress up.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing?

I shall tell this tale in photos.

Derek is putting Hotch in pure, unadulterated casual. The kind of thing no one but him ever gets to see. Hotch looks great in suits, great in everything, but t-shirts are an indulgence. And he's putting Hotch in jeans, really expensive dark jeans so he can hook his thumb through a belt loop and tug him close.

And Hotch is going to put Derek in this sweater, not much caring about the rest. This sweater is indulgent and it makes Derek look so soft and warm. It's probably a mistake, because all he can think about is being close and if he can't be, well then it's just torture.

56. What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

Derek was born in the mood. It doesn't take much. The sight of Hotch in a certain pair of shorts after a long run, the way the water drips down his spine after a shower, the curve of his lower back when it peeks out from beneath his t-shirt as he bends over...Derek is there and waiting. And I'm willing to bet Hotch isn't far from it, he is just a mortal man after all and Derek is very easy on the eyes...he's just a little more timid and a little more duty-oriented. He's got a list of things to accomplish a mile long every single day and that doesn't leave much time for things that are purely for his own pleasure. If Derek wants to get Hotch there, he'll make sure everything is in its place - the dishes are done, the tasks are checked off, the office is shut down and the house is secure. He just needs to make sure the only thing on Hotch's to do list is him. And if there's just too much and he doesn't want to wait, well he's stronger than Hotch...it's not too hard to just manhandle him a bit. Hotch will protest weakly but he won't mind in the end. Even if he does have to get up and load the dishwasher afterward.

want me to talk about hotchgan? i will...at length...and hey, if you don't vibe with those questions, ask some of your own. i'll talk about them all day.

[invisibleraven]

Imagine your OTP with Character A secretly learning Character B’s mother language to say stupid pick-up lines to them / Rulie

Also for @innytoes who agrees this prompt is extremely Rulie coded.

“Damn you owl!” Reggie scowled as he tosses his phone across the couch.

“Did you get Rick Rolled by an owl?” Luke asked, not even looking up from the song he was working on.

“Something like that,” Reggie grumbled.

Alex picked up the phone, and bit back a grin as he saw the screen. “Bonita, not bonito.”

“Stupid feminization,” Reggie replied. “It’s screwed me up more than once.”

“Should I ask why?” Alex asked, nodding at the phone as he handed it to Reggie.

“I think you know why,” Reggie replied.

Willie peered over his shoulder and smiled. “Dude if you want to learn Spanish there is a whole ass family willing to teach you.”

“I want it to be a surprise,” Reggie replied.

“Also I doubt he wants to ask Ray how to flirt with Julie in Spanish,” Luke smirked.

Reggie sputtered at that, but it wasn’t like he could deny it. He figured if he hit Julie with truly epic lines in Spanish she might grant him a second glance. Or at least laugh in that way that he loved-all crinkly eyes and letting her smile shine.

But languages had never been his strong suit, and well there was only so much that Duolingo could teach him.

Yet he was still here, struggling along as he learned the basics, dog earring his Spanish English dictionary, and watching a lot of movies with subtitles turned on.

“This is a stupid plan isn’t it?” he asked.

“I think it’s adorable!” Willie proclaimed. “I know I would super appreciate it if a guy learned another language for me.”

“Even if it’s just to flirt?” Alex countered. “Because I can learn conversational Japanese if you want. Though you’d have an easier time learning German.”

“Anyways…” Reggie drawled before those two started at it again. But before he could continue that thought, they all heard the door to Julie’s house open, meaning she was headed this way for band practice.

“You got this Romeo,” Luke said, clapping on the back.

“Romeo was Italian,” Alex piped up.

“Zorro?”

“Close enough.”

With that they high tailed it out, greeting Julie, claiming they were going on a snack run. Despite the fact that Ray always kept the garage well stocked.

She shook her head as she entered the garage-she would never get these guys. But then she noticed Reggie, fiddling with the ends of his flannel, an almost queasy smile on his face. “Hey Reg.”

“Hola,” he replied. “¿Dónde están tus alas?”

“My what?” Julie asked with a giggle and Reggie hoped his pronunciation wasn’t as horrendous as he thought it was.

“Alas,” he repeated. “Porque eres un ángel.”

“Gracias,” she replied, a tiny blush painting her cheeks. “I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

“I’m still learning,” he stated. “I didn’t butcher it too badly did I?”

“It still has a pulse,” Julie said. “Can I ask why you decided to learn Spanish? I could have taught you.”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Reggie murmured.

“Well it’s a lovely surprise,” Julie said, looping her arms around his neck. “Though you need to work on rolling your R’s.”

“I can do that,” Reggie replied swaying them back and forth. “Rrrrrobot. Rrrrrribbit. Rrrrrreggie.”

Julie giggled, nuzzling their noses together. “Me das dolor de cabeza, mi lindo.”

“That means you think I’m cute right?” Reggie asked, his smile almost blinding.

“Si,” Julie replied. “El más lindo.” Then pulled him in for a kiss that made Reggie forget every language he knew.

But it didn’t matter because that kiss was easy to understand-no translation needed.

[xhanisai]

AU where there’s only Ladybug and Chat Blanc 👀

In this AU, only the Ladybug miraculous is released to fight Le Papillon whilst the Black Cat ring is still dormant. However, Le Papillon always akumatises just one person and it is Adrien Agreste who in turn ends up becoming Chat Blanc every time he is even slightly inconvenienced.

The premise is actually a comedy and Chat Blanc is more like an angry feral cat who wants to be left alone. He only fights back when Ladybug tries to purify him, the boy wanting to cause property damage on Gabriel billboards and be a menace to society and Le Papillion can't even control him. However, he is very, VERY smitten with Marinette Dupain-Cheng and becomes her self-proclaimed bodyguard/knight. He also really likes Ladybug but is a bit of a tsundere about it. Lots and lots of ladrien (with ladynoir dynamic especially), mariblanc and adrinette!

Here's a snippet:

He lets out a defeated sigh, sitting down on the ground dramatically, ignoring Ladybug's teetering giggles, no matter how cute it was.

And no, he definitely wasn't blushing. He's way too suave for that!

"How long did the fight take this time?" The model grumbled out as the heroine took a seat next to him, still smiling brightly at him.

"Only two minutes. Lucky Charm gave me a laser pointer."

"Ah of course..."

"And what caused you to get akumatised this time, mon Chaton?" She poked his nose endearingly, evoking a gentle laugh from him and prompting a smile.

"My OTP ship sank in the anime I was watching..." He admitted with fiery cheeks, embarrassment filling his body from head to toe.

"Ooh, I see. Hey, at least you didn't go on an online rampage on social media, harassing other people about it." She suddenly stood up, lending a hand to help him follow suit. Who was he to not accept?

"But My Lady, I ended up hurting you..." He pressed her hand against his chest, eyes now brimming with sadness and devotion.

"...But never on purpose. And I told you, the worst you do is property damage to Gabriel's billboards and shops hahah!"

Thank you once again for the ask, Amy~<3333 Feel free to keep asking about this AU or any others on the list!

Ask WIP game

[chrysalis-the-butterfly]

for the ask game:

apple white

raven queen

maddie hatter

lizzie hearts

dexter charming

(Put 5 characters in my ask and I'll put them in my preference order.)

Thanks for the ask @cowboysurge!

Five: Dexter Charming.

He's not a bad character, by any means. He just ... doesn't interest me as much as the others. But I like his interactions with Raven. They're not my OTP, but they're a cute couple.

Four: Lizzie Hearts.

Her design is creative and interesting, and I really enjoyed her "Off with their head!" running gag. I might like her more if I saw her in action in Way Too Wonderland; I've only seen clips of that special, not the whole thing. (Also, I think the attempt at an English accent was a bit dodgy.)

Three: Maddie Hatter.

She's a fun character to watch - cheerful and goofy, but not to the point of annoyance. She's a supportive, encouraging friend for Raven. She gets some of the funniest lines. Her design is really cool, especially her bouffant multi-coloured hair. And I like the fact that she shares a voice actress with Amy Rose. I love it when I find connections between my special interests.

Two: Raven Queen.

I keep switching between Raven and Apple for the top spot. (Which is amusing, because I also quite like how they switch roles - Apple sometimes acts like an Evil Queen even though she's supposed to become Snow White.)

Right now, Raven's in second place, but not by much.

Raven appeals to me because of her mixture of strength and vulnerability. She's strong because she stands up for what she believes in, and she's determined to make things better for herself and for others like her. And she's got cool magic powers to boot! But she's also vulnerable because she has to struggle against the assumptions people make about her and the boxes they want to put her in. And she's clearly deeply affected by her mother's notoriety.

Raven is arguably the main character of Ever After High. The overarching plot is kicked into action because she doesn't want to follow her destiny. Unlike previous Rebels, who kept their transgressions a secret, Raven makes her act of defiance in a very public manner, and it encourages others to follow suit. Her story could be read as a metaphor for a member of a marginalised group fighting to change a system that holds people back for no good reason. Raven's quite inspiring, in that way.

The only thing I don't like about Raven is her hairstyle. I don't think it's the most flattering look.

One: Apple White.

Oh, Apple. Some people love her, some people hate her. I'm in the former category.

Don't get me wrong, I know she's flawed. She's so focused on what she wants that she doesn't stop to consider what other people might be going through. She sometimes says really insensitive things because of this. She claims to be friends with Raven, but keeps trying to push her to do things she doesn't want to do (including, but not limited to, poisoning her). And sometimes her dialogue sounds uncomfortably smug.

But I think it's precisely these flaws that make Apple an interesting character. She symbolises the kind of person who's benefitted greatly from an unjust system, and is scared to shake things up out of fear of what it'll mean to them personally. It's the old "To the privileged, equality feels like oppression" problem. By spending time with her, we get to understand that mindset - and we're perhaps forced to confront it in ourselves.

There could be another angle to Apple's resistance to change: an autistic headcanon. She's a logical thinker who likes to follow the rules and do things by the book (unlike Raven, who's more of a creative problem-solver). I like the idea that Apple is anxious about the future and that change is a major cause of stress for her. It does complicate the privileged-ruling-class metaphor, but hey, I enjoy a bit of complexity.

I also find it really interesting that Apple is a hard worker. She doesn't need to be. She's got her future all planned out; she's guaranteed to be loved by all. But she doesn't rest on her birthright laurels. She studies hard in school. She takes on leadership roles as practice for becoming queen. She tries to help people and address their concerns, although she doesn't always succeed. Apple wants to become the most beloved queen ever, and I can admire that determination.

And then there's the headcanon that Apple is a lesbian and didn't realise it because of comphet. It's a kiss from another girl, not her supposed Prince Charming, that wakes her from her cursed sleep in Dragon Games. Can you imagine how much that would shake her up? To believe her whole life that she's destined to be with a prince, so she accepts it despite her lack of chemistry with her prince because it's destiny and destiny is never wrong, only to discover that she might actually be attracted to women instead?

Again, that would mix up the privileged-ruling-class metaphor. Imagine if Apple realising she didn't fit the queen-to-be mould as she was "supposed" to, realising she was closer to the oppressed than she'd care to admit, was the thing that sparked her change of heart from Royal to Rebel. Now that would be interesting.

(Oh, and her hair. I love her hair. It looks so thick and soft.)

Apple White is many things at once, and that's why I love her.

[gregoftom]

I don't know if you've watched it but if you ever did need something else that has tomgreg vibes…I would thrust Suits upon you. the quality is gonna be a dip from succession, but. marvey. mike and harvey. they.

it's the semi-reluctant but love-stupid mentorship. it's one of them kind of being a fuck-up (and getting high) and the other being high-flying, from the bottom to the top, teaching them how to be rich.

it's the teasing. it's mike trying to get harvey to admit he cares about him -- and as the seasons go on, harvey's care for him worn on every single one of his sleeves, can't contain it. it's the way their humour just clicks and they enjoy each other so much.

it's the heated "good boy" (in the second fucking episode!!!!). the way harvey gets such secret pleasure after mike teasingly telling him "aye aye, captain".

it's the devotion. "he goes, I go." "I'm not giving them you." it's the way whenever mike's love life with a woman progresses harvey's immediate response is lashing out in frustration, and by the end of the episodes he's collected himself to be happy for mike's happiness, because caring about mike is his number 1 above all else. it's the possessivenessss. it's harvey not knowing a single other associate's name, other than "mike ross."

it's harvey imagining mike in drag??? it's the Looks between them. it's their surprise when they're witness to how much the other cares about them. it's them existing in each other's space. it's the outright fucking flirting. it's the heartache.

it's other characters calling them on their shit ("you boys have a nice date?" and harvey, defensive, like why is that funny "couldn't be better. he even paid") (and "I need to know if the prom king and his boy wonder are still an item […] Did Mike and Harvey break up break up, or did they take a time-out and, like, say to each other, 'hey, let's see other people'"). it's "my date just got here" as mike enters.

it's mike turning up to harvey's parent's funeral and being the one person harvey most needed to have there for him.

it's the puppy motif!!!! and calling him with fucking hand gestures!!

it's harvey not even wanting an associate and then being like This One so fast. it's the way they push each other. it's the actor and his wife shipping them! it's "the one person who has the right to treat me like his associate, but treats me like his partner anyway."

it's it's it's.

they're like, otp of all time, imprinted on my heart. and I think why tomgreg is attacking me so badly is because there are a Lot of similarities in the dynamic it's soooooo. anyway I miss them. and any tomgreggers might like em.

(also I adore all your talk about tomgreg, and chewing through all the show has given us. it's not ooc at all and it's so fun and it's such a nice community enjoying itself and you're providing joy and connection and it's great. that anon's just having a sad day and lashing out. have a good one, love you for being here <3)

oh my god?! THAT SOUNDS AMAZING and soooo tg core omfg i NEED to check that out, holy shit. i just read the summary too and!!! omg. omg. YES

and!! thank you so much! that's great to hear, i'm so glad! <333 love to hear it, and i love being here too! <3333

[novemberhush]

three songs - 3, 11, 21

Hey, thanks for the ask, sweet anon! I love these questions you chose, btw!😘

3. three songs you were recently obsessed with

1) I Know You Know Me by Caroline Spence and Matt Berninger (yeah, the guy from The National!). I wouldn’t call this one an obsession, but I’ve been listening to a lot of Caroline Spence in general lately and this song is just so soothing. Also, it has total potential as a ‘ship’ song for those OTPs who just know each other like no one else knows them!

2) Speed Trap Town by Jason Isbell. Okay, yeah, this one’s an obsession! It’s just so good!! This man has such a way with a lyric, it’s easy to become obsessed with him. You should’ve seen my face when I was watching Killers of the Flower Moon and he popped up! I’d no idea he was going to be in it, and then suddenly there he was! I was like, That’s Jason Isbell! No one told me he was in this! And I was by myself at the cinema so I had no one to turn to and squee at about it!

3) Lying in Her Arms by Anderson East. Another I’m a bit obsessed with. I even wrote a fic inspired by it!

11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack

1) Due South (the theme tune to the show of the same name) by Jay Semko. I hear this song and I’m instantly transported back to sitting in front of the telly on Saturday early evenings in the 1990s and crushing hard on Paul Gross (his surname’s a misnomer, if ever I heard one!) and shipping Fraser and Ray V. (Vecchio for life!) even harder.

2) I Know You Know (a.k.a. the theme tune to Psych) by The Friendly Indians. Just catchy as hell and perfectly suited to a show I love.

3) Big Empty by Stone Temple Pilots, from the soundtrack to The Crow. Yes, I was a teenager in the ‘90s, and, yes, I did wear a lot of black. How did you know?? The Crow soundtrack (and the movie) were a huge part of my teenage experience and this has brought back a lot of memories.

21. three songs of your childhood

1) Mickey by Toni Basil. I remember bopping around to this every time it came on the television when I was very young. I would only have been around 3 years old at the time, so it’s one of my earliest memories. My uncle, who’s only 9 years older than me, used some of his pocket money to buy me the single on record, bless him, so I could listen to it any time I wanted. Well, as long as there was someone there to put it on the record player for me! (And, yes, I’m old enough to remember record players, even if I never used ours myself because by the time I was buying music with my own pocket money everything was on cassette and then CDs.)

2) Rose Garden by Lynn Anderson. There was a lot of country music played in my house when I was growing up, but this one was a particular favourite of my mum’s. She was always singing it around the house (she still does sometimes) and so it’s indelibly linked with her (and my childhood) in my mind. I can’t hear it without thinking of her.

3) Going Underground by The Jam. I grew up in the same house as my aforementioned uncle and he was a big fan of The Jam as a teenager (he was a right little mod!) so I heard their music a lot as a child. This and A Town Called Malice are and were probably my favourites. And I’m picturing my uncle in his little mod outfit again!

Thanks so much again for your ask, and I’m sorry this got long! (This is actually the shortened version!) ❤️

[whenimgoodandready]

When you have a lot of repressed emotion, it’s not good to keep it bottled up cuz if it gets too much, it bursts out! All that pressure just builds up inside you until you can’t contain it anymore and just 💥BOOM!💥. That pressure packs a lot of punch. Like the Tiger Miraculous that was given to Juleka to become Purple Tigress and keep her parents from killing each other (“Crocoduel”). It’s always the quiet ones you gotta watch out for cuz they’re filled with an unstoppable and powerful rage! (like me). Imagine if that kind of power was used for another emotionally sensitive person! How much damage would they do? Let’s see:

*Exaltation-Or was it “Elation”? Idk!? I like the “X” factor better! Since “Determination”, the Love Square is in reverse! Marinette/Ladybug is now all “Kissy Kissy” w/ Cat Noir and he would’ve been all for it like catnip except now he finally took the hint Ladybug “isn’t” interested and just thinks she’s “testing” him. Whomp! Whomp! Whomp! Adrien/Cat Noir is now all about Marinette and she would’ve been all for it like crazy except now she can’t risk another disaster from last time. Whomp! Whomp! Whomp! The tables have turned and it’s a roulette wheel for the Love Square. What’s the focus!? Marichat! 💖🖤What started as a perfectly platonic partnership is now the most mutually matched! Hey! It’s the fav of the fandom (shrugs). Adrienette and Ladynoir is too one-sided (especially now!), Ladrien is now the new Lose-Lose ship and Marichat is the victor from the shape of love. Even if it was the original Lose-Lose ship, it’s actually the most suited cuz both heroes are their genuine selves and don’t need to put on a “mask” to be something else. It’s actually their other half that the two need to see in each other more often. This ship was so favored it’s what gave the couple their first real kiss!💋 (squee).

Alya calls out Marinette on her moving on and says she’s just “running from her feelings” cuz Adrien is interested in her now and she’s just pushing him away. Marinette then lashes out at her for controlling her love life and bringing up the fact that she (Alya) told Nino her secret of still being Rena Rouge (“Rocketear”) and then finding out from Nino that he told Adrien about them being supers (“Illusion”). Ouch! Okay, but that’s the rule of the Beta Couple, they’re always more stable than the main couple cuz that’s how writing dramas is to compare and contrast the two relationships. Marinette loudly declares she wants Cat and proves it by removing all the Adrien pics and throwing them away! (LONG GASP! She finally did it!). Oh! She’s serious! Alyas not the only one, Andre the ice cream man also believes Adrienette (and Ladynoir) should be together and not Marichat. Marinette gets so pissed off with all the shipping she almost gets akumatized (again!) Don! Don! Don! But then Cat saves her with the power of love and Andre is once again akumatized as Glaciator and this time with the Tiger Miraculous power of the super ton mega punch! He takes love way too seriously to be effected with such a destructive power. I mean, I get upset when my OTPs don’t get together, but I don’t throw a b*tch fit and start punching walls and buildings cuz of it! Dude! You’re just the f**king ice cream vendor guy! You sell people frozen cow juice on hot days! You don’t need a gimmick! STOP PLAYING CUPID! If he really was Cupid, he’d know that Lukanette and Adrigami wouldn’t have worked out! (“Truth”/“Lies”):P. He should maybe find a love of his own and stay out of other peoples love lives. What’s his flavor scoop of love!?

Our hopes and dreams of the Reverse Love Square had been set into play and now we’re basking in all its glory! Let’s hear what the two biggest shippers in the show have to say about it:Shipper #1 Alya. Yes, she’s right that Marinette is “running away from her feelings” and with good reason cuz Monarch has become powerful with almost all the miraculouses, but she can’t force her friend to stick with Adrien since in the past their attempts at joining the two never worked out and she just really has to respect Marinette’s choices on who she loves! Shipper #2 Andre the Ice Cream Man. Okay, so the guys not wrong about the two heroes, but that’s cuz he thinks they’re “four” different people and he just really is a hardcore believer in love, so much so, his Tiger Miraculous power was fueled by all the hate of all the anti supporters of whatever part of the Love Square people despised! (guess that means he hates Ladrien too), but he too just really has to respect Marinette’s choices on who she loves! Sure she’s awkward and clumsy, but her heart doesn’t lie! She loves Adrien and then Luka and now Cat Noir! What matters is her happiness. No matter who they are! I feel like this was Marinette “leaning towards the fourth wall” on the fandom and being pissed off at all the battle shippers of the Love Square. Was this ep to teach us fans/shippers a lesson in love? Especially for our main characters? That we can’t always get the ship we want? Even if it was, we don’t need to feel sad cuz IT’S👏THE👏SAME👏TWO👏PEOPLE!👏THEY’RE ENDGAME! THE FIRST STONE READS, “MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG/LADYBUG AND ADRIEN AGRESTE/CAT NOIR, FOREVER”. Unfortunately, we’re left with Marinette heartbroken over never being with “either” boy cuz w/ Adrien, she thinks she’ll get distracted and cause trouble again and cuz she thinks she’s not worthy and w/ Cat, she can’t find out who he is behind the mask to really love him. Adrien is miserable too! He just found out from Andre that for so long Marinette loves loved him and that he’s afraid he’s taking advantage of her infatuation with him as Cat Noir cuz he’s a celebrity superhero! Boo hoo!😭. WHY CAN’T THIS FANDOM HAVE NICE THINGS!? Well, that was the last of the production code order that happened, I know a few more aired, but I’m gonna be out until the upcoming 2-Parter of “Kwami’s Choice” comes in (my OCD). See you guys then!

[thelovelybitten]

this photo is all I need in order to die peacefully

[the-iceni-bitch]

For smutty prompts: 97) “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

With Andy or Ransom? Anyone really 😂

Oooookkkkk, this is gonna be Ransom, cause I’ve had a similar idea to this for him for a while now.

What, the OTP again, you say? You guys just keep lining them up for me 😉

Tagging the OTP babes @stargazingfangirl18 @chrissquares @subtlebucky @egcdeath

Send me smutty prompts!!!

Again, 18+ only guys, this is straight up porn!

You had never been more bored in your life.

It was Linda and Richards’ 40th anniversary, and they were throwing a giant party at a fancy hotel in downtown Boston. Of course you had to go, you and Ransom were pretty established now, as much as Linda hated it.

It was literally just a bunch of old money families that Linda was trying to ingrain herself to, bunch of stuffed suits that had nothing better to talk about than summering in the Hamptons or their brand new yachts or whatever the fuck the obscenely rich and out of touch loved to drone on about.

You’d lost track of the number of gin and tonics you consumed an hour ago, keeping yourself glued to Ransom’s side purely because you needed someone to roll your eyes at and he was your only option.

“How you feeling there, sweetheart?” He asked as some ancient man with a name like Chauncey or something finally walked away from you after chatting at you about his damn hunting lodge for what felt like an hour.

“Please kill me.” You whined, running your hand over your face before taking another sip of your drink as he chuckled at you. “Just break your glass and shove the shards into my throat.”

“I thought you were used to talking to rich people?” He said. “Isn’t that all you do at that charity of yours?”

“Those are rich liberals.” You said as you chugged the rest of your drink. “Who also aren’t the best, but at least I don’t have to listen to them complain about environmental regulations the whole time.”

“Well, why don’t we give my parents those super thoughtful gifts you got them then get the fuck out of here?” He said, taking your glass from you.

“Yes, please.” You said grabbing the presents you’d spent way too long on and following him through the crowd.

It didn’t take you long to find Richard and Linda, at the center of a flurry of activity. You waited patiently for them to be free before stepping in front of them, Ransom wrapping a protective hand around your waist.

“Mom, Dad, Y/N and I are gonna head out but we wanted to make sure to wish you a happy anniversary and give you your gifts.” He said, his fingers drumming against your side with nervous energy.

“Yes, happy anniversary you two.” You said, giving them a forced grin as you handed them their presents.

“Oh you can’t leave yet, Ransom.” Linda said, completely ignoring you. “There’s someone here I want you to meet. Muffy!”

Ransom let out a groan as Linda wandered off to grab some uptight looking woman who was about your age but who looked about as bored as you felt. Richard just gave his son a clap on the shoulder and gave you a lecherous grin, before turning to head to the bar.

“Gross.” You muttered before turning back to you boyfriend. “You wanna tell me what’s going on, babe?”

“Yeah, my mom’s been trying to get me to go out with this Muffy chick for months.” He said nervously, loosening his tie around his throat. “I think her parents own a textile conglomerate or something. I thought she would’ve let up once we made it official but I guess not.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond before Linda was shoving the poor girl at Ransom and trying to get the two of them to chat, still pointedly ignoring you.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you. This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said as he pulled you even closer.

“Hi Muffy, it’s my pleasure.” You said, offering her your hand as you beamed at Linda, who was looking very unhappy. “So sorry to cut this short, but we really do need to get going. Always great to see you, Linda.”

You dragged Ransom away from the crowd by his tie. He made a small sound of surprise when you turned away from the exit and started to head towards the bathroom.

“Babe, the exit’s that way.” He muttered, grinning at you.

You turned around and brought his face to meet yours, smashing your lips against his in a searing kiss, running your tongue over his teeth before breaking away and leaving him breathless.

“I know where the exit is, but there’s something I want to take care of first.” You murmured as he rested his forehead against yours. “Now go make sure there’s no one in the bathroom, and I’ll make you come so good baby.”

“Fuck, don’t gotta tell me twice.” He muttered before striding inside.

He was only gone for a few seconds before popping back out and dragging you in after him, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him.

“So...” you murmured as he set you on the counter, his lips moving all over your neck and shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me your mom was trying to set you up with a socialite?”

“Didn’t really seem important.” He muttered against your chest as he slotted himself between your thighs. “It’s not like I was actually gonna do anything with her.”

“Right.” You said as you started to undo his belt.

You removed his belt and started to work on undoing his fly, sighing as he sucked a bruise against your throat. You tugged his slacks and boxer briefs down his legs and wrapped your hand around his cock, making him groan.

“Whose cock is this baby?” You purred as he straightened up to rest his forehead against yours, your grip on his length tightening as he hissed between his teeth.

“Shit, you’re mad.” He mumbled as you squeezed him harder, biting your lip as you watched precum leak from his angry tip.

“Not mad, baby.” You murmured, running your thumb over his slit and making him groan. “Just feel like maybe your need a little reminder. Now tell me whose cock this is.”

“Fuck, it’s your cock.” He moaned as you smeared his precum over your fingers and dragged your hand over his length.

“That’s right baby.” You whispered as you brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “All mine. Just like this pretty mouth.”

He hummed as you slipped your fingers into his mouth and continued to draw your hand over his dick. His tongue swirled around your fingers as you pushed them further into his mouth, nudging the back of his throat as you slid off the counter.

“Look at you taking my fingers so good baby.” You cooed at him as you moved to stand behind him, sliding your fingers out of his mouth. “You know what else is mine?”

His breath hitched as you ran your hand over the curve of his ass, teasing your finger around the rim of his puckered hole, your other hand still drawing over his length as you bent him over the counter.

“Fuck, oh my god.” He groaned as you slid your finger inside him, arching his back into your hand.

“Ooh, baby, you are so fucking ready for me aren’t you?” You purred at him as you stretched him open, his cock twitching in your grip. “I own you, Hugh. This is my body, sweetheart, I can play you like a damn fiddle.”

He cried out as you slipped another finger inside him, scissoring them in his pretty hole as you curled over his back and pressed soft kisses against his neck. You shoved them even further inside him until they were nudging his prostate, and he swallowed a scream as your hand moved even faster over his cock.

“Mmm, sing for me pretty boy.” You murmured into his hair. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this. Now cum for me sweetheart.”

You sank your teeth into his neck as you shoved a third finger inside him, your other hand squeezing his cock. Ransom screamed as he came violently, his body rolling underneath you as his cum spurted all over the counter and his pretty hole fluttered around your fingers as he sobbed against the countertop.

“Oh my god!” You heard a sound of disgusted surprise from your left and turned to see Walt and Richard standing there with shock written all over their faces.

You stood up and grinned at the two of them as you pulled your fingers out of Ransom and unwrapped your other hand from his cock, smacking his ass hard and making him yelp as he panted against the counter.

“Hey there boys!” You beamed at them, Ransom finally coming back to himself and straightening up, avoiding making eye contact with his father and uncle as he pulled his slacks back up and tucked himself in. “Richard, please tell your wife to stop shoving WASP bitches at my boyfriend.”

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A/N: This ended up being super long, whoops! But hey, sub!Ransom guys!

[k3rm1e]

hey bestie!!

could I request a georgenotfound x male(or gender neutral) baker reader who comes onto one of George’s streams to help him bake and wearing one of George’s hoodies and chat just,, freaks out cause they didn’t know he was dating someone

cake

hey bestie!!

could I request a georgenotfound x male(or gender neutral) baker reader who comes onto one of George’s streams to help him bake and wearing one of George’s hoodies and chat just,, freaks out cause they didn’t know he was dating someone

hi anon! this has taken a long while, so i’m sorry about that. but this is here now so yeah, i hope you enjoy <3

cake:

  george was doing another one of his streams except this time, he wasn’t gaming. you could hear him screaming from the kitchen, attempting to bake a cake. why he didn’t ask for your help, you didn’t know. just the other day you had quite literally completed a three tier cake for an old family friend’s daughter’s quinceañera. the intricate gold leaf detailing and the expertly crafted edible roses had taken hours.

  so, you had no clue why george refused to accept your help. he wouldn’t even let you get ingredients. he probably got salted butter instead of unsalted. now he’ll have a salty cake. suits him right.

  you tried to ignore his yells, let him suffer in his own stupidity. but, just imagining the monstrosity of a cake he was making made you grimace in disgust. all he’s doing is disrespecting the art of baking. if anything, it's a stain on your honor. the baking blog that reviewed all the local shops would write, “boyfriend, who’s partner is a baker, cannot bake cakes. instead of helping him, said partner left him to suffer, and in doing so  disrespecting our craft. never purchase another cake from their shop, as they are a vile being and a harm to the baking community.”. you rolled off the couch and face first on the couch, kicking your feet back and forth.

  “fine. fine. i’ll help him. but not because i want to, only to save my honor. that idiot denied my help.” getting up, you marched over to the kitchen, stopping right before the door. you took a breath, and whipped open the door. “George-”

  the kitchen was a mess. there was flour on the counter top and liquid butter in the microwave. george stood in the middle of the kitchen in a whit apron and a chef’s hat, looking very shocked.

  “what did you do to my kitchen!? do you even know what you’re doing?” you marched into the room, pushing him away to survey the damage on the counter. in you hasty anger, you had somewhat forgotten that he was live.

  “uh, nothing love. it’s just a bit of a mess.” he looked guilty, standing behind you with his hands in the air, holding a whisk with powder and egg on it.

  “seriously george, i knew you were bad at cooking, but not this bad. i’ve made cakes in front of you so many times, how are you still seriously so bad at this?” you stared at with your hand on your hips. he was ruining your lovely kitchen. if you were too late in stopping him, he could’ve used your electric mixer. good thing you stopped him.

  “i like your cake! why would i learn how to cook if i can just have you bake for me?” from his headphones you could lightly hear, “ohohoho, what do you mean by you like their cake george~?” and a whisper shouted, “shut up dream!” from george. you would ignore that line of conversation for the time being.

  “george, go grab me paper towels.” he sighed and threw his head back before doing what you told him to.

  as you began to clean up, george started talking to chat. “chat, twitch chat, this is my partner. they bake and are a bit mad that i didn’t accept their help at first.” he put his arms around your neck and put his head on top of yous. “don’t they look good in my hoodie?” he moved your head next to your cheek and you could hear him chuckle when your face got warm. chat was practically having a seizure, spamming about how you’re their new OTP.

  you sighed at george, “go get me the eggs babe.”

  you made the chocolate cake batter, messing around with george the whole time. he got flour everywhere, even spilt the milk. but, after some time you had finally made a cake you could be semi-proud of. did it look good? no. but working in conditions where you have to deal with being live on camera and dealing with a man who can’t bake for his life makes it much better. after ending stream, you guys laid down on the couch. 

  “thank you for not getting mad at meeeeee” george smiled at you as he ate his piece of cake.

  “yeah, you’re lucky i love you.” you kept staring at the tv, intently watching the show.

  “awwwww, you’re so cute.” george moved his head to be on your shoulder.

  you shoved his head off you, pushing him off the couch. “oh, shut the hell up you idiot.”

early post today! this was shorter, but hopefully you guys liked it :)

[queersturbate]

Hi babe! For the otp questions thingy 25, 27, 37 and 40 because you like a lot of them :)

hey babe!! 🥰🥰

lu is talking about this ask game!

25. how do they comfort the other one when they're scared?

ah! do they ever really get scared? like i bet they have phobias (that they would tease each other about lmao) but idk about like actually being scared! we know they both have nightmares, Light admits it in the first volume of the manga! and I think we all just collectively agree that L has nightmares and that's why he doesn't like sleep. WAIT. actually! in L, change the worLd it confirms that he doesn't sleep because he's haunted by the cases he's worked on!

i realize this isnt what the question is about. I think they would really only comfort the other when they wake up from a nightmare. because they know how it feels. L wakes up from a nightmare and he sits still and doesn't blink and breathes very very heavy. He doesn't move, it's almost like he's suffering from sleep paralysis which is what Light thought it was at first, but no, L just doesn't want to move. Light, if awoken or is already awake, will get up wordlessly and bring L breakfast, literally the most sugary thing in their kitchen he'll grab and bring to L. He takes his time trying to convince L to move or at least talk, but if he doesn't, then he just lays down next to him and eats his diabetic breakfast while complaining about how sugary it is.

when Light has a nightmare- it's more like a night terror, he wakes up thrashing and sometimes yelping or crying. He shakes for awhile as he's calming down. L will be awake regardless if he was asleep or not, due to the yelping and thrashing. L asks him if he's okay and without waiting for an answer which he knows will be a lie, will offer him a sip of whatever he's drinking atm. if he doesn't have anything he'll go get Light some water. Light will drink it slowly and watch L do whatever on his laptop, most of the time it's watching him play solitaire. he eventually calms down enough to go to sleep again.

27. what's their ideal vacation?

ah! already answered here!

too long! under the cut we go!

37. thoughts on PDA?

hmm. i love making lawlight cheesy lets go. they like it in moderation✨ i think! this would also have to involve L being in public at all btw LMAO

ah anyway anyway when they do go out it's usually for a case or a business reason, but they also go out for coffee or shopping (L begrudgingly and complaining the whole time). They wouldn't hold hands per se but they would grab a hold of the other's hand to get their attention and let their hands linger in the touch. very romantic and cheesy for them, probably not noticeable to anyone else. they also like to sit next to each other when they're out in a café or in a meeting, blahblah. L will be pressed right against Light and if the meeting isn't grabbing his interest he'll snake his arm around Light's but only barely and lay his head on his shoulder. he's accidentally fallen asleep in this pose many of times and Light always gets embarrassed whether it be at a meeting or in a café. oh and Light will kiss the top of L's head whenever he gets up to do something.

40. thoughts on kids?

idk how many people would agree with me on this, but i think they would enjoy having a kid together. like specifically adopting one would be important to L, and he'd give him a fucked up weird middle name as a compromise with Light. while being assholes and geniuses i dont think the kid would have a bad life with these two bitches as their parents. idk! i think they would consider it but they only stay in hotels and travel around the world, moving to a new place once a new case comes in. Very seldom do they go to L's hotel suite he practically owns that they call 'home'. they could homeschool the kid but.. hmmm! idk :) i would need to think more about it, but the one-shot in translightyagami's 'hand in unlovable hand' about peanut is very very good.

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Training For The Future

Author's note: It’s been two whole weeks without writing my comfort OTP and I had to fix that issue 😁 [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios] Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Daphne) Rating: G Word count: 1342 Reading time: ~5min Summary: When Daphne is struggling with issues at home, Hamid steps in to give her the reassurance she needs. Based on the prompt: Choices November Challenge - day fourteen: father

Hamid sat on the king-size bed of his hotel suite and picked up his wrist watch, gazing intently at the ring marking the time in Ithaca. When he was single, whenever he agreed to joining a conference abroad, he couldn't wait to explore the city he was going to visit. Nowadays, when he said yes to those appointments, he hoped his partner could join him. Alas, Daphne couldn't always skip classes to take strolls in foreign cities with him whenever he wanted to. Fortunately, they always found ways to fight the distance.

He was about to reach for his phone when it started to buzz on the nightstand. His lips curled up, reflecting the joy visible in his eyes as he checked the ID caller.

"Good afternoon, aşkım."

"Good evening, bir tanem. How's Prague?"

"It's marvelous! The architecture is breathtaking, the weather is nice, the food is so good... You'd love it here."

"Aw... I wish I was there too..." Her pouty face then turned into a scowl. "I hate stupid college tests for stupid mandatory seminar classes..." She grumbled.

Hamid chuckled. "Speaking of which, how did it go?"

"It was okay, I think. I probably won't be top of the class in the Neoclassical Art Period seminar, but whatever. Neoclassical art is just a bunch of Europeans too lazy to create an original art movement." She gave her shoulders.

"Suuuure…” He smirked. “But the real question is: are you going to survive if you get an A- or should I call reinforcement, my beautiful nerd?" He teased.

"Shut up..." She made a face.

Hamid guffawed.

"Ugh, I must be really lovesick… I can’t even berate you."

“Do you miss me?”

“I do…”

His heart fluttered in response. Even after years of relationship, he couldn't resist the softness of her voice and look in her eyes whenever she told him about her feelings.

"I miss you too, aşkım. How are our babies doing?"

Her demeanor suddenly changed as she averted her gaze for a moment. But she quickly brushed off any wandering thoughts and replied. "Drake is okay, but he has spent a lot of time staring at the door now. I think he misses you." She then changed the camera to show Drake lying in front of the door.

"I miss our chonky boy too. How's Maya?"

Daphne went quiet again, looking away from the screen.

"Daphne?"

"I'm a little concerned about her."

"Oh?"

"She hasn't eaten much since you left, she's constantly tired, her eyes are watery and she has been sneezing..."

"Sneezing?"

"Yeah..."

"Does she have a runny nose?"

"I'm not sure... Let me check."

The view of Daphne's phone showed the way to their suite. As she turned the lights on, Hamid spotted his cat lying on her cat bed.

"Hey, girl..." Daphne carefully approached the cat and scratched her head. "Do you mind if I take a look at you again?"

The cat blinked slowly, but didn't move. The watery eyes gave the cat a tired look. Maya sneezed before Daphne lifted Maya's head to check the nose.

"Yeah, she has a runny nose," she said once she turned the screen back to herself. "Her ears are hot too. That's not a good sign, is it?"

"Allah kahretsin¹..." Hamid grumbled. If his guess was correct, Maya would give Daphne a hard time.

"Is she sick?"

"I think so. But to be sure, I need you to take her to the vet."

Color drained from Daphne's face. She did her best to hide, but every time something happened to Maya, she panicked. Though she loved animals, she had no experience with cats before Maya and, even after a year living together, the viscountess was still worried the feline didn't like her.

"But what if she tries to attack me?"

"I know Maya is a little aggressive when she wants to play, but she's sick. She doesn't have the energy to attack you. You can wear the handling gloves, just in case, but I doubt she will do anything."

Daphne stood up and began to pace around. Yet, he wasn't sure if she was looking for Maya’s things or out of anxiety.

"Take her to the vet, but don't drive yourself. You know she doesn't like cars and she’ll get stressed if you leave her alone in the backseat. Call an Uber."

She chewed on a nail, looking away from the screen.

"Daphne?"

"Yes?"

"I trust you. I know you can do it. I'll be with you every step of the way, all right?"

The lady took a deep breath and nodded. "All right..."

The next day

Hamid approached the door to his apartment, hoping he wouldn't disturb his life partner or the neighbours so early in the morning. But as he reached for the door handle, Drake barked loudly, shaking his whole body as he waggled his tail.

"You stayed by the door all night looking after our girls, didn't you?" The diplomat closed the door, pushed his suitcase aside and crouched down to pet the dog. "Well done, oğul². You're the best boy."

The dog lied down and exposed his belly. Hamid chuckled softly and gave Drake a more thorough scratch before standing up again. "I'm going to check on the girls, okay? Go back to sleep."

The diplomat removed his jacket and shoes, placed them in the closet whilst the pug returned to his little bed by the sofa.

As he made his way to the master bedroom. Hamid stopped by the door and smiled fondly at the sight of Maya lying on his side of the bed with her back pressed to Daphne's.

"Kızım?³" He whispered as he sat on the bed and reached for the cat.

Maya opened her eyes and tried to meow, but no sound came out.

"Ah, prensesim⁴…” He sighed, gently caressing Maya's chin. “You look so tired. But I promise you'll get better in no time, okay?"

"Hamidciğim?" Daphne yawned his pet name and sat up.

"Good morning, aşkım."

"You're here!" A combination of surprise and relief dawned on her features. "I thought you'd only return in two days."

"I got an early flight. I already did what I had to do at the conference and excused myself to come home. My girls needed me," he said, brushing her long bangs away from her face.

"I'm sorry about Maya. I didn't know cats could have the flu too."

"It's all right. You never had cats before. I don't expect you to know everything about them."

"But we're raising her together and I feel so clueless of what to do with her when you're not around."

Daphne petted Maya with a wistful glint in her eyes.

"It's my fault, isn't it?"

"No... Of course not. If anyone is to blame, it would be me. I was the one who took her for a stroll the last time. Most likely she got the virus from an infected cat at the park and I didn't notice."

"But you knew what she had and what to do. I just freaked out. What if she got worse?"

"Daphne, this isn't a life threatening disease. It's uncomfortable for her, heartbreaking for us, but there isn't much we can't do. Cat flu is just like human flu. We treat the symptoms and wait for her to get better."

"Oh..." She frowned. "See? That's why I need you. I don't know anything about cats."

"Well, I don't know everything. We can learn things with each other, together... That's what partners do."

Daphne nodded and lied down again, this time with her head on his lap. "I'm happy you're home again. Hell would break loose here if you didn't come back sooner."

He chortled. "I think you'd be fine on your own, but it's good to know I'm the calm parent. I'll consider this a training for the future."

"The future?"

"Yeah," he answered, giving her a knowing look as his fingers idly ran through her hair.

"If you say so... Okay."

She flipped on her side and looked away to hide a smile.

As they remained in blissful silence, Maya walked over and lied with her back pressed against Hamid's leg, calmly flapping her tail on Daphne's face.

The lady pressed her lips together in annoyance. "Seriously, Maya?"

"I told you what it means."

"That's a weird way to show affection," she nagged.

"Accept it. She loves you." He grinned.

"Yeah, okay..." Daphne yawned.

Soon, the three of them fell asleep and the apartment went quiet again.

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¹ Goddamnit...

² Son

³ My daughter

⁴ My princess

[gotnofucks]

Parts of Whole

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Pairing: Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, Sam x Steve (platonic)

Summary: Steve would see his OTP’s ship sail, even from across the grave.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions of death (nothing graphic and not very sad), language, angst + fluff

A/N: I saw the trailer for tfatws and I just had to write this. This is also my entry for the amazingly talented @sagechanoafterdark and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork challenge (pic prompts above). Thank you for hosting this and being wonderful. The beautiful dividers are made by @firefly-graphics . Huge thanks to @the-inquisitive-hobbit for beta reading and giving me her very valuable insight.

 It never felt right in his hands. It was his to wield, his to claim, and yet it never felt more foreign. The concentric red and white circles with the star embedded in the blue center glared back at him from the mirror. It had been months, but Sam had never taken this shield with him to any mission. He couldn’t.

It felt starkly cold in his hands, lifeless and materialistic. It was Steve’s symbol of strength and hope. It used to hang on his back, warmed by his body heat. Now, it seemed like the shield only existed to remind him of Steve’s absence. This shield was made for Steve. It belonged to him, it always would. How could he ever stand where he stood? How could Sam ever be the captain that Steve was, take this shield that held more power than a crown on a head?

He put it down again, covering it with a cloth before shutting the door on it, leaning heavily against it. He missed him, he missed him like a throbbing wound that refused to heal. If only he could see the sun shining on those golden locks again, have those baby blue eyes smile at him again. What wouldn’t he give for that.

He didn’t notice he wasn’t alone until a heavy hand was on his shoulder, squeezing gently. Sam didn’t open his eyes, just let the weight of it anchor him, let it bring him back from the chaos that was his mind. The cold metal hand felt like a relief against the overwhelming burden of grief that penetrated his being whenever he touched the circular shield.

“I miss him too.” Bucky said, and Sam opened his eyes. Bucky’s eyes were blue too, slightly grey where Steve’s were green. He could see himself reflected in them and he straightened, looking away, hiding his weakness.

This mantle of Steve Rogers that he was supposed to assume, this legacy he was supposed to take forward felt like cheating. His friend, his mentor, his brother was no more. How could people just expect him to move on? But they did. It didn’t matter he was emotionally compromised, it didn’t matter he wanted to drown, like Steve nearly had at the Potomac all those years ago. The world didn’t wait to create one disaster after another. They needed Captain America then, and they needed him now. Like Fury said, trouble always sticks around.

Sam cleared his throat, making sure he was collected before looking at Bucky again.

“Everything loaded in the Quinjet?” He asked and Bucky nodded. They’ll be leaving for another mission soon, and Sam was glad he’ll have the sounds of battle to drown the war in his heart.

“Sam.” Bucky said once Sam started leaving. “Take it.”

Sam looked at Bucky over his shoulder, his gaze equal parts pain and accusation. Of everyone, Bucky shouldn’t be the one telling him this.

“I’ll meet you in the jet.” He said firmly and quickly marched to his room, shutting the door behind him. He hated coming back to the compound, the lingering memories of their fallen warriors whispering in his ears every time he was here. He preferred his little house in the woods where it was only Bucky and nature with him.

He took out his tactical gear, laying it on the bed and getting out his wings when he heard it.

“You are punishing yourself Sam.” Came his voice.

It was this moment where Sam broke, sliding down the wall and letting a few tears escape. He was gone but he never left him.

“How could you have been so selfish Steve. Why?” He asked, looking up to glare at Steve. Even dead he looked so handsome, so put together with his hands on his hips. He didn’t look like the old man they had buried a month after the battle. No. He was their Steve, their young, beautiful Steve who left them behind.

Sam didn’t know why he saw him. He didn’t know if this was a ghost or a creation of his mind. To him, it was Steve. It was Steve and it was a beautiful suffering to see him again every time he reappeared.

“I am sorry.” Steve said and knelt before Sam, looking apologetic. Sam didn’t try touching him. Not when the first hundred times his hand just went through him.

“You are? What for?” Sam asked. “For leaving behind your shield and title, for leaving me behind, or for abandoning a best friend you promised to walk till the end of the line with? What are you really sorry for Captain?”

Steve didn’t answer, he never did. He let Sam take out his hurt and anger, and Sam cried. In the privacy of his walls, he cried. He was so tired of pretending to be strong, to be happy. He hid behind his jokes and smiles, fooled the world which was so ready to move on while Sam was buried somewhere with Steve in the cemetery, half dead, half alive.

“I am sorry Sam, for everything.” Steve insisted. “But you need to stop punishing yourself for mistakes you never made. You can’t live this way.”

Sam snorted a laugh for even in death Steve was a humanitarian bastard. He didn’t come back to haunt his enemies; oh no the centenarian came back to help his friends. Why didn’t people see that he could never be Steve? That Sam Wilson can never, won’t ever be the Captain that Steven Rogers was.

“I hate you so much Steve, I really do.” Sam whispered, wiping his nose and getting up. Steve watched him getting changed, no barriers of shame between them from that side of the grave.

“You always said that. I have never heard a ‘I love you’ more pronounced than I do in your hate.” Steve commented with a soft smile, it widened when Sam gave him a half-hearted glare. It was amazing how they could go from having a painful conversation to joking, but that was how it worked with Steve. He knew Sam, he knew everything that made him laugh and made him smile.

“What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have a tea party with Gandhi or some other do-gooder like you in the afterlife?” Sam grumbled, tightening the belt in his suit and attaching his wings to it. Steve chuckled, sitting on the chair and watching Sam with a relaxed smile.

“They are too uptight for me. Mother Teresa tried to adopt me the other day” Steve said, and Sam laughed. His wings were the colours of American Flag, a new change. He grabbed his weapons and fixed Steve with a look, hating and loving him for being so him.

“I’ll see you after the mission?” He asked tentatively. He would never admit it, but he feared one day Steve would disappear again. It was crazy, it was not normal to see dead people, but Sam would rather have a shadow of Steve than just a memory.

“I’ll be here as long as you need me Sam. Always.” Steve said, a sad smile on his face when he saw Sam leaving without the shield.

Sharon greeted him in the jet, talking to Bucky and the other agents over the blueprint spread before them. Sam nodded his hello, snatching the half empty pack of Cheetos from Bucky’s hand and munching on it.

“So now you want to steal the show and my food. You’re such a dick Wilson.” Bucky said, poking Sam in his shoulder and Sam poked his tongue out at him, a gap-toothed smile on his face. Their previous somber interaction would not be mentioned, filed again like so many inside the neglected corner of their minds.

“Bitch, I paid for grocery this month. This is technically mine.” Sam replied, making Bucky scowl. Sam knew there was a 70-30 chance he’ll find his bed crawling with centipedes when they got back home.

“Charming, boys.” Sharon remarked rolling her eye. “What are you guys doing for Christmas? Must be nice to have a holiday.”

Bucky shrugged, sharing a look with Sam. It was their first Christmas without Steve, a 6 feet 2-inch void always between them.

“Nothing special. Stay home, watch movies, eat a lot.” Bucky said. A lot remained unsaid, but they rarely needed words to communicate anymore. Sam bumped his shoulder in his, offering him some Cheetos to munch while he silently grieved.

“Well, I’ll leave my address here for you to deliver your presents to me.” Sharon joked and Sam laughed softly, mentally making a note to get her something.

“Alright then, and I’ll just casually remark that my phone and laptop are both in serious need for an upgrade. Just saying.” Sam said. “Hey Buck, what are you going to gift me?”

Bucky crumpled the empty chips packet before sending Sam an amused glare, flipping him off.

“A ball gag, so that I can hear something other than your stupid voice.” He snarked.

“Damn dude, at least ask me out for dinner before getting kinky.” Sam winked and Bucky swelled with indignation, pointing an accusing metal finger at Sam.

“I cook dinner 3 times a week you bastard, and I don’t even burn it!” He protested making Sam laugh louder than ever. He loved making Bucky mad, teasing him into an incensed rage that usually ended in a pillow fight or sometimes with Sam’s head in a headlock.

They straightened as they saw the incredulous looks on the new agents’ faces, baby agents as Bucky liked to call them. It was times like these, when both the battle-hardened veterans missed their lost teammates, the inside jokes that were shot around with as much precision as bullets and arrows on the battlefield.

They got to work again, discussing the mission and its details with the other agents. Sam would run point on scaling the territory and fly down to the enemy base with two agents while Bucky would guide him from up here and take out potential threats. They just needed to secure a technological innovation and it didn’t seem too like much work. As Sam poured over the briefing, his eyes subconsciously went over to Bucky who was fiddling with the equipment, making sure everything was in working condition.

If someone had told him a few years ago that Bucky would become his anchor, his solace in his darkest hours, Sam would have punched them in the face. But as it happened, they came to lean on each other, the only unchanged part of their older lives, the only person who made each feel that were still real, still alive. They were still annoyed by each other, but the arguments were more of a routine than an actual expression of resentment.

He didn’t realize he was staring until someone deliberately coughed behind him.

“He is so pretty, isn’t he?” Steve asked, though it was a rhetorical question. Bucky Barnes was a beauty, from his blue grey eyes to the new golden streaks running through his new arm. Sam tried not to notice the way Bucky’s armor clung to his muscles, his face looking almost boyish as he forgot the world and focused on his task.

“I thought you said I’ll see you after the mission.” Sam muttered, taking care that no one noticed him talking to air. He hurriedly looked away from Bucky when their eyes met, a heat rising in his cheeks that made Steve chuckle.

“I said I’ll be there when you need me. And it seems like you do.” Steve commented. He took the seat next to Sam, so near that Sam swore he could feel the heat emanating from his body.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Sam snapped, the smug look on Steve’s face making him wish he could touch him if only to be able to punch him. Stupid blonde best friends with perfect teeth and beautiful smiles and an ass that looked just as round after being dead.

“Oh, I think you do.” Steve said, shifting his gaze to Bucky. “I liked his hair longer but the shorter is going well with the new arm. Don’t you think?”

Despite himself Sam found himself nodding, admiring Bucky as he’d done a thousand times before. He liked his longer hair too, but without them falling in his face, he could see him better. And the arm. The new arm that gave Sam tingles in the most delicious ways, it had him flustered for three whole weeks after Bucky first showed up with it on him.

He didn’t know when it started, but Bucky had somehow become the most beautiful person to Sam. From the way he would make him the perfect mug of coffee to their little kitchen garden they started to keep themselves busy, he loved everything about him. Those moments where he would sense the turmoil inside Sam and silently slip his hands in Sam’s to assure him that he was there, these little moments endeared him even more.

Sam had lost count of how many times Bucky and he had woken up on the couch, sharing a blanket, both silently afraid to sleep alone. He had forgotten how many times he had spent kneeling at Bucky’s bedside, coaxing him out from a nightmare. Every moment spent in each other’s company, laughing, joking, mourning together, it brought them together in a way Sam had never imagined before.

“Tell him” Steve said, a wistful look on his face as he looked at his best friend. “He feels the same. I know.”

Sam shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Bucky with reluctance. He’d already lost so much, he wouldn’t lose Bucky too. Not because he has a minor, very minor teensy tiny crush on him.

“Man, shut the hell up.” He snapped.

“Who’re you talking to?” Bucky called out from across the jet and Sam’s head snapped up, mouth parting a little before he mumbled out a ‘no one’ and focused on the papers in his hand. Sometimes he felt guilty for keeping Steve a secret, for keeping Bucky away from his best friend. He knew Bucky cried into his pillow at nights, he knew because he’d held him then, tried his best to fill the cracks that appeared in the walls of Bucky’s heart as well as his own.

But then, Steve chose to come to him. Chose to talk to Sam. And he was afraid that telling anyone would disturb this magic, whatever this was. That he would once again have to bury Steve. So, he kept quiet. He buried this secret in the deep recesses of his mind, the initial worry of insanity long forgotten in favor of seeing his friend again.

“Do you even have a plan?” Bucky questioned, watching him prepare for the jump. Sam had a job for every agent accompanying him, but the idiot had not outlined anything for himself.

“I do.” Sam said, and when Bucky looked unconvinced, he lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re my plan, my backup. I scream, jump down and get my ass back up.”

Saying this, Sam jumped, the exasperated look on Bucky’s face imprinted behind his eyelids as his wings flared out and he floated.

Everything that could have gone wrong on this mission did, and Bucky was hysterical even before Sam’s call for backup came. He was going to kick Nick Fury’s ass, but before that he was going to bring his friend back in one-piece and chew him out for giving him a heart attack.

Sam’s wings took most of the weight of the fall, so he came back with a sprained ankle and bruises. Bucky was getting increasingly irritated when they came back home, their little secluded spot in the woods welcoming them with the smell of pine and wild grass.

“It’s not my fault Fury gave us shitty intel.” Sam groaned, “You can stop being salty now.”

Bucky remained quiet, the silent treatment going for almost the third day in row and Sam was at his wits end. It was stupid and ridiculous because Bucky almost always pulled the stupidest moves in the field, like stopping a bomb with his hand or listening to the villain’s evil monologue.

Steve was grinning as he leaned against the edge of the table, and with every suggestive wink he gave Sam, the new Captain America resisted the urge to throw a vase at him.

“He cares so much that he’s speechless.” Steve commented and Sam flipped him off. Dickhead has been giving running commentary of the thick tension in the air since they came back, and Sam was on the verge of calling for an exorcism.

“Why do you do that?” Bucky asked suddenly and Sam was so glad to hear him talk again it took him a while to understand the question.

“What?”

“This thing, looking somewhere and talking to yourself, or – I don’t know, you keep being weird.”

“You’re the one with the cyborg brain and arm and I’m weird” Sam tried deflecting. Bucky frowned, coming closer to sit near Sam, leaving abandoned Christmas decorations scattered around them. Clint had delivered it for them but neither had the heart to put them up.

“Sam.” Bucky deadpanned, and Sam sighed, resting his head back and avoiding eye contact. He looked at Steve who was still smiling, his beautiful face like a slap on the face and caress on the head at the same time.

It was more difficult than one would assume to explain. Why did Sam see Steve, and why did only Sam see Steve? Was it a hallucination, or his spirit? Would Steve go away if Sam confided in Bucky? Would Bucky be mad he didn’t tell him? There were so many questions, so many doubts, and yet as Sam looked into Bucky’s eyes, shining like sapphires, he couldn’t keep it to himself.

“Its…Its Steve.” He said, looking down and playing with the soft lint on his blanket. He didn’t hear Bucky say anything but moments later a metal hand gripped his, stopping its nervous movements.

“Steve?”

Sam gulped, the coolness of Bucky’s hand in his warming his heart, swelling it with hope and an emotion Sam was too afraid to acknowledge.

“Steve, he – he talks to me.” Sam confessed and tentatively looked at Bucky whose eyes were brimming with emotion. He expected him to call him crazy, or to get mad, but what he did not expect was Bucky to shift closer and take Sam’s other hand in his too.

“He talks to me as well.” Bucky said. Sam was breathless, both by the slight smell of cinnamon that came from Bucky and the way Bucky came even closer, close enough that he could count the flecks in his eyes.

“He does?” Sam asked and Bucky nodded.

“I don’t know how he does it with you, but whenever I need him, miss him, I feel him speak to me from here.” With this Bucky placed one of Sam’s hand on his chest, the beating heart under thumping strongly. Unconsciously, Sam’s hand caressed Bucky’s chest, mapped its muscles and the jagged scars that bulged under his left shoulder.

“I see him.” Sam admitted, unable to look away from Bucky. “I can see him”

Tears blurred his vision until they dropped on his cheeks, sliding down, and forging a river down, leaving a trail of hurt, betrayal, and loss in their wake. Bucky’s hand came up to wipe them away, staying on Sam’s cheek, playing with the soft hair on his chin.

“I see him too. In you.” Bucky said and they didn’t know who moved first, but their foreheads were touching and then their lips met in a chaste, hesitant kiss. Sam melted into his touch, molding himself to fall into Bucky’s larger frame, his arms circling his waist and pulling him closer. They kissed as if they had walked a hundred miles just to kiss each other, as if they had saved every last breath just to live this moment.

“I – I, Buck –” Sam began but Bucky shushed him, pulling him into another soul-searching kiss before pulling away.

“I know.” He murmured.

As Sam relaxed in Bucky’s warm embrace, lost himself in the blues of Bucky’s eyes, he noticed Steve from the corner of his eyes. There was sadness on his face, the pain of a goodbye in the creases around his eyes. But when he smiled, he smiled with genuine love and happiness. The two parts of his soul he’d left behind seemed to have found themselves, and with them Steve felt himself complete.

“Till the end of the line pals.” He whispered.

Sam never saw Steve again.

Their Christmas was not very festive in terms of decoration. There was still too much pain, too much suffering in their hearts. Steve and Nat’s pictures beamed at them from the walls, and Sam sent Pepper the confirmation that they’ll come over for New Years.

It was a beautiful thing about human nature, about how one rises from the ashes to become stronger. Sam and Bucky lost someone, but they found each other. In the shared grieve of their hearts, they discovered the love long buried in there, eagerly waiting to be spread and shared.

They stayed warm under the blanket, wearing oversized sweaters that they wouldn’t be caught dead wearing outside. The sweaters may or may not have been Steve's; the soldiers mutually decided to hold Steve close in this way. Sam’s heart was tripled in size, as his head rested in the crook of Bucky’s neck, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon melting together to make a little world of their own. Sam wondered if he would mind growing out his hair again.

“So, what did you get me?” Sam asked, knowing he wouldn’t mind if Bucky did get him that ball gag. Part of him almost hoping for it.

“How rude Wilson, here I’ve given you all of myself and you still thirst for more.” Bucky mocked and Sam tackled him into a hug, peppering kisses all over his face.

“Bitch, you’re lucky I lo-” Sam cut himself off, suddenly shy. The smirk on Bucky’s face melted into a smile, a hungry look in his eyes.

“Say it” Bucky ordered. And Sam did. The Captain obeyed his Sergeant without hesitation.

“I love you. I love you so freaking much! I got us the cheesiest gifts.” Sam said in excitement. He pulled away long enough to grab his gift from under the bed, giving it to Bucky to open. He watched with his bottom lip between his teeth as Bucky opened the box to pull out two chains, each dangling with a rectangular pendant.

Dog tags.

Their dog tags. Bucky raised his eyes to Sam’s, fisting his hand in Sam’s t-shirt to pull him closer into a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and moans, hips grinding as passion merged with love and emotion.

“I love you!” Bucky growled and kissed Sam again. “And I got you chocolates that look like dicks. I didn’t know this would happen between us when I bought them, and I was going to give you a hint with them.”

Sam’s laughter echoed around their small house, the dopey smile on his face remaining intact as they ate candy and burnt sparklers into the night. In the colourful light that played on their faces, they held hands together, filling the void that was there with the warmth of each other.

“We can use the shield as a sleigh until you’re comfortable using it as a weapon.” Bucky mused and Sam smiled into his neck, thinking of a certain blond asshole who may have gone away, but will never be lost.

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[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hey! so glad you are doing this otp again. For Arnav and Khushi- 25, 30, 31 :p

Hello Anon!

Thank you for asking these OTP questions!

25) What moves do they know work on the other?

For Khushi: barely touching her skin, nearly tracing, with his fingertips. 

For Arnav: build up a slow anticipation for a deep kiss.

Just some examples from the show from Arnav :D

30) Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them.

Khushi grinned as Arnav accepted the applause and congratulations. Her heart warmed when he was recognition he deserved. And it was something else to watch him, all powerful and magnetic, at the centre of attention. 

“I saw the way you looked at me,” He whispered in her ear later, close enough to be intimate yet decent in the gathering. 

“Like what?” Khushi murmured, a wicked gleam burning in her eyes. Arnav raised an eyebrow. Slowly, Khushi pretended to fix Arnav’s tie.

“The suit looks really good on you,” Arnav smirked at her compliment, “but it would look better on the floor.” Khushi quipped as his breath hitched. 

Arnav leaned lower and brushed his lips against her ears, “Miss Gupta...” Khushi blushed, knowing what he meant when he reverted to her maiden name.

“If these people weren’t around then-”

“Then?” Khushi asked, her hands warm against his chest.

“I would’ve wanted to see just how much you liked what you saw.” Arnav’s hand slid lower on her waist. 

“How long do we have to stay here?” Khushi grumbled, her mind hazy and too distracted to give polite smiles to people around her.

“At least half an hour.” Arnav sighed. One could barely leave a party hosted in his honor.

“Make it ten.” Khushi said.

“Convince me.” He challenged. Khushi stood up on her toes and whispered in his ears,

“I’m wearing nothing under-” Arnav grabbed her by the arm and promptly left the party, leaving Aman to explain a sudden emergency to the guests. 

31)  What do they love to do after sex?

Love to do? Either cuddle, talk, just stare at each other or take a nice, warm shower. 

Haha, thank you for asking these questions anon!

Love, 

- JWB