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slitherbop · 3 years

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.......Any papastuck hcs?

THANK YOU for giving me an excuse to publicly ramble about PAPA G AND CHUCK beware of Spoilers within ALSO HERE’S A PIC happy valentines day

When they met and Chuck was still Stuck in the floor, like Post-Chicken-Feed-Missing-Scene, Chuck would be RUDE as HELL to Papa G. But Papa G took it as realizing he’s just A Guy and was like AH MAYBE I SHOULDA BEEN GIVIN HIM REAL FOOD and then he does that, but Chuck is still a bastard to him. Not to The Kid’s knowledge tho, he only found out that Papa G knew about Chuck’s existence in the second episode like we saw.

Papa G literally just looked at Chuck and how Evil he was being at the beginning and was like OH YES WE CAN BE FRIENDS I LIKE THIS GUY cuz he DID save him and want him to be redeemed and have the last ring to be on the team... Papa G’s Immediate Trust.. like if u agree

I like to imagine that Papa G actually did have da iced tea with Chuck to get to know him :] this was Post-Chuck-getting-Cut-in-Half. Papa G is Very Curious about Chuck but Chuck’s still a rude little man at this point and Papa G laughs off his behaviour. Papa G might be f*cked up enough that he does enjoy his company, bad vibes and all

Chuck has NO idea what to make of Papa G here because no one else has ever shown him kindness or wasn’t annoyed at him. It doesn’t stop him from being a force of negativity though cuz at this point he still Believes he’s going to conquer the earth.

This ended up being like a timeline of their relationship and not relationship headcanon UUHH OOPS!!!!!

OK, Chuck actually likes that he calls him Charles it’s the special name :]

I’m prepared to be proven wrong but it would be epic if Chuck started calling Papa G “George” because he was there to hear that that is his first name and Papa G like with Tuna Sandwich doesn’t mind being called it, it’s just his name. Also George is my real name and I’d love to hear Chuck say. Also Also George and Charles are gay old man names

Uh oh I’m talking more about timeline stuff but some time after the events of the big showdown and they’re dealing with the fact that Chuck is deciding to stay here on earth, Papa G and The Kid make him his own living space there in the junkyard with them. Not sure where or what it’d look like but it means a lot to Chuck (makes this face -> 🥺) I’d imagine since his species aren’t given their own names / have individuality he wasn’t given a space of his own to do whatever he wanted with

Since they no longer have the rings, Chuck helps Papa G as an extra hand doing work in the yard (Papa G had to get used to doing stuff without being his own company :[ ) and Chuck ACTUALLY LOVES HELPING imagine that one scene where Papa G and Chuck are working together to build the ice cream megaphone truck, they’re both really skilled at building stuff and enjoy it so it’s like that pretty often!

I swear to god Papa G needs to get Chuck a wheelchair / make him one, I want to believe that he does have one and we just didn’t see it at the end of the time skip -_- :prayer: but they totally deck it the hell out (you KNOW Papa G is capable of making deadly death machines and you KNOW Chuck would absolutely love that sh*t!!!!)

Anyway back to the time skip relationship development thing: PAPA G SHOWS CHUCK AROUND HIS HOUSE I wish we knew what inside the house looked like besides the kitchen sink lol but Papa G figured if he’s gonna be around here more often he might as well show him where HE lives! Papa G is SUPER excitedly showing him all the weird stuff he’s accumulated over his lifetime. Chuck doesn’t Get the specialness of physical possessions and calls it Junk but Papa G doesn’t mind! He shows things and Chuck is confused about certain things (being an Alien) and Papa G is happy to explain everything to him.

Papa G shares Chuck his art and is showing him painting ;_; once again Chuck is a bastard and doesn’t totally get it. Papa G would definitely call HIM an artist, pointing out that all the building that Chuck does is artwork, those comics that he spent all that time reading was him appreciating the art, and that changes the way he views it. Chuck makes his own dam comics, I’d imagine the way he’d draw is very unique and the text is written in his language, and then it’s Papa G who doesn’t totally get it but is ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT!!!

Also Papa G totally takes Chuck out to the middle of nowhere to go look for junk, this is probably Chuck’s Least Favourite Activity LOL but they do spend a lot of time talking about anything, I’m really curious about what the kind of things they’d even say when they’re not faced with any threat and are only with each other *looks up at the sky in thought..*

Chuck please go off about your previous life away from earth I feel like as soon as he came here he kinda just accepted himself being Stuck Chuck and therefore had no attachment to being a nameless body in an alien army. Also Papa G please open up about your messed up secret history that warranted the government keeping tabs on you and made you live almost completely isolated.

See^ I think whatever they got going on on a DEEP LEVEL could be wild and would have so much to unravel, Chuck’s life before this was probably just 90% seeing various people DIE and was simply made to Kill people for his leader. And. you KNOW Papa G has something Messed Up about him + Is Traumatized / got “bad flashbacks” + the whole seeing himself die and being numb to it. And now that they are people who are trying to save lives on their team they could Relate to each other as the two older guys with UNKNOWN HISTORY!!!!

UUUUH OK SO SHIP HEADCANONS RIGHT. RIGHT. They hold hands :] they rarely kiss it’s mostly Papa G who kisses Chuck on the face but Chuck is forbidden from kissing unless Papa G wants to go to sleep. Also Chuck likes to be held by Papa G, they hug a lot :D Papa G takes Chuck out to the diner and gets him everything he wants <3 they go to the house and watch movies and Kid joins them too as a family ;_; Papa G goes to sleep in his god forsaken hammock with Chuck, and Chuck is like So This Is Your Weird-Ass Cocoon Huh and Papa G is like HAHA YUP and its sweet.

I’m gonna end this here thank you for reading, this is the kinda stuff I ramble on and on like this in private but I hope u enjoy some of my thoughts about this I think it’s a genius ship with so much potential and is my favourite thing right now THANKS

#SLITHER GOES HAM THE POST #kid cosmic #papastuck #stuck chuck #papa g #slitherdraws #i did draw a pic #Anonymous

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gripefroot · 3 years

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V-Day

Bucky is, for most intents and purposes, devastated.

Waving a towel listlessly in front of his face, he takes a ragged breath that tastes like acrid smoke. His eyes are burning, from the smoke and surfacing tears of both pain and horrible disappointment. His flesh hand still stings, despite the aloe vera he’d bandaged on with a cold compress; his toes throb from where he’d dropped a cast iron skillet on it (he’s 75% sure nothing’s broken); his ears ring from incessant wail the smoke alarm. The batteries had been thrown across the room in frustration.

Devastated. Utterly devastated. Just like the kitchen.

Just like his hopes and dreams.

Eyes still burning, Bucky coughs a few times as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He ignores the time - he has to, otherwise he’d really panic. His lip curls to even consider what he’s doing. But what other choice does he have?

Bucky puts the phone to his ear, methodically waving the smoke around. Two rings. Then it picks up.

“Hey, man,” Sam’s voice is far too chipper. “Is this a butt dial or are you in dire need of my unmatchable assistance?”

“It’s not funny,” Bucky grumbles. “It’s an emergency.”

“Oh?”

Bucky swallows. His throat itches from the smoke. And his pride smarts. “I ruined dinner,” he mutters, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Hmm?” Sam asks slyly. “What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.”

“I ruined dinner!” Having to say it twice is even worse - hearing Sam’s half-smothered laugh on the other end of the line, the cherry on top. Bucky curses under his breath.

“Don’t worry, man,” Sam says between cackles. “Order pizza.”

“Pizza?” Bucky frowns.

“Yeah, or is that too modern for you?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, Wilson,” Bucky snaps. “I can’t just order pizza for dinner.”

“Oh, right, the whole romance thing,” Sam chortles. “Well, considering how well I know your girl - ”

“Wilson...” Bucky growls in warning.

“ - I’m just saying, she probably won’t mind,” Sam finishes. “I think anyone would prefer pizza over whatever you messed up, man.”

“Thanks for that,” Bucky says sardonically. “For the record, it wasn’t my fault. Gas stoves are dangerous; pots and pans should come with splatter tops, and Stark should have outfitted my new arm with rubber grippers.”

A split second, and then Sam is roaring with laughter - so loud that Bucky has to pull the phone away from his ear, wincing. It’s several moments before Sam is quiet enough to talk again. During that time, Bucky’s sour irritation ferments.

“Look, I’ll order a pizza for you guys, okay?” Sam says at last. “I know how much you hate to do the order online thing. But you owe me, Barnes.”

“Fine, I owe you,” Bucky sighs, rubbing his eyes again. “Just - thanks, okay?”

“Don’t get all sappy on me, now,” Sam teases. “Save it for 28. You’ll need it, once she sees whatever mess you’re standing in. Send me a pic, would you? I wanna enjoy that.”

“Oh, screw you, Wilson!” Bucky yanks the phone away, jabbing the end call button - Sam’s hoots are cut off. Not as satisfying as slamming an old-fashioned telephone down. But Bucky takes a deep breath, and gazes around the kitchen.

He’s screwed.

Twenty minutes until you’re home.

Prioritize. Prioritize. Bucky’s good at that. Open windows. Charred food in the trash. Dump all the nasty dishes in the sink. Wipe down counters. Wipe down floor. Trash out to the hall. Spray that air freshener you keep under the sink. Move the vase of flowers he’d picked up earlier to the front room. Maybe that’ll distract you.

The apartment still stinks - and the air outside is so crisp that Bucky doesn’t dare open any more windows. There are no overhead fans, either.

Candles it is.

Bucky nearly jumps out of his skin as he hears a key in the lock - blowing out the match, he rushes to throw it in the trash. Oops. Hadn’t put a new bag in. Cupboards slam, but he hears your voice over it all -

“Aw, Bucky! Are these for me?”

“Yeah, babe!” he calls back, shoving the bag into the trash can. “Um - happy Valentine’s day!”

“Mmm, they’re lovely.”

“Just like you.” Putting on his best charming smile - despite that he’s far too flustered to be feeling charming at all - Bucky strolls back into the front room with his hands tucked in his pockets, casting you a wink as soon as you look up. Bent over the bouquet on the coffee table, you lift your head from smelling the flowers, eyes appraising Bucky in a distracting way. Then you blink, your nostrils flare, and your eyes flit beyond him.

“What’s burning?” you ask.

“Er - nothing.”

You quirk a brow.

“Fine. I burned dinner,” Bucky admits. As if he could ever lie to you. He wouldn’t dare, anyway. Suppressing a groan of leftover frustration, he runs his hands through his loose hair. “I’m sorry. I wanted it to be a nice surprise, but…”

“You didn’t need to do that,” you cut him off, bemused. “I don’t like surprises. It’s a secret agent thing.” A step around the coffee table, a beaming smile - and then you’re tucked up in Bucky’s willing embrace. What was he going on about, again? Now that your eyes are sparkling into his, his memories seem to be fleeting…

Your chin tilts up, and Bucky obliges with a kiss. It’s short lived - you pull away, nose wrinkled.

“You taste like smoke,” you comment.

“Well, not all of us have had a relaxing day like you,” Bucky snarks, hoping he doesn’t look as devastated as he feels. You start to giggle, and he growls, making a nip for the sensitive flesh of your neck before you squirm away.

“Go shower,” you suggest. “I’ll order pizza.”

“No need,” Bucky grumbles. “Already on its way.”

“Really!” your brow quirks again as you shrug off your coat, backing up to hand it on the coat stand. “I thought you swore never to order pizza again. After the last incident.”

Bucky scrunches his nose. “Sam ordered it.”

“Aww. Sam’s so nice.”

“Yeah, after he laughed at me for about ten minutes.” With a woeful sigh, Bucky pulls his acrid-smelling shirt over his head, wafting around more stink. But it’s worth the widening of your eyes as you stall in your tracks. He smirks, and flexes his biceps - both sides, and the metal whirrs.

“Whoa, hello,” you murmur, tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip. “Good to see you.”

“Wanna help me shower?” Bucky teases, wiggling his brows as he undoes his belt next. Your eyes flit down.

“Um - ” There appears to be a serious moral conundrum going down - Bucky smirks, wiggling his hips, and you sigh softly, shaking your head. “Someone’s gotta answer the door for the pizza.”

Bucky groans - exaggerated this time, and then yelps as you land a swat on his backside. “Hey!” he protests, making for the bathroom as he shoots a half-hearted glare back at you. “That’s no way to treat the fellow who bent his back out of shape to give you a romantic evening!”

“And how did that work out?” you call, but he’s already around the corner. Bucky chooses not to respond to that particular taunt.

The hot shower does wonders for his mood - then again, your appearance had, too. Always does. Who cares about how dinner turned out, anyway? Every evening with you is special, especially now that you aren’t hiding your relationship anymore. So why be grumpy about it?

Bucky is smiling when he finally saunters back into the front room, hair still wet and only wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of running shorts (he’s hoping they won’t be on for long) - you’re wearing an apron over your work clothes for office days, peering into a cardboard box that smells quite nice. As he enters, you glance up, clearly stifling laughter.

“From Sam, huh?” you ask, voice quivering.

Bucky’s good mood stalls. “What did he do?” A few more strides, and he’s beside you at the dining table. He cusses under his breath as he sees - a plain pepperoni pizza, though the pepperoni are shaped like an ejaculating -

“Sam has quite the sense of humor, doesn’t he?” you say lightly. “Well. I’m about ready to wrap my mouth around this - what do you think?”

Bucky’s mouth falls open. He blinks into the sparkle in your eyes - but you only laugh, nudging him with an elbow.

“Wow, Bucky, you’re a pervert tonight,” you tease. “I was talking about the pizza.”

“Uh - uh huh.”

“Well - for now. You might have to make up for the mess in the kitchen,” you add. Lips pursed, brows lifted expectantly. Bucky winces.

“Look, I’m sorry - ”

But you take mercy on him. “I know, I know.” Winding your arm through his, you smile up at him. “I don’t know what you burned on my pans, but it’s gonna take some real elbow grease to get off. I just spent five minutes just picking up the batteries from the smoke alarm, Mr. Temper Tantrum.”

Bucky cringes.

“After that, you’re lucky I still love you,” you say lightly, but your smile assures him you’re not serious. About not loving him for something like this disaster, that is.

“Yes, I am,” he agrees, and pecks a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Let me make it up to you? After pizza, maybe?”

Your eyes are shining bright, curious. “Are you thinking like, cleaning the kitchen to its usual spotless splendor, or making sweet love to me until I can’t remember my own name?”

Bucky grins. “You’re gonna have to wait and see, won’t you, babe?”

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