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#samwise gamgee#frodo baggins#samfro#lotr#lord of the rings#i saw this and ran to make it about sam bc literally he is that#hobbits#hobbitposting
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Please elaborate on theater kid sam thats so real
I'm glad you asked <3 under the cut bc this is something I am VERY normal about and definitely don't have transcript screenshots to show my thoughts
so as far as canon goes we know he was in the play our town and ran tech for a production of oklahoma which I am obsessed with. and of course the iconic sunbeam in his schools spring pageant but that's only mentioned in the comics and john's journal. anyway I like to think he did school productions whenever he could, which wasn't super often because of how much they moved around.
it's literally the escaping your own life of it all...like that was basically confirmed in this scene from 10x05 which they cut bc god forbid sam get characterization.
so for me I think theater for sam was both a form of escapism AND a chance to do something he saw as "normal" AND a chance to interact with his peers when he knew he couldn't really make friends in the long term bc he was never staying at one school for too long.
I also think he'd be into theater in general I have less in canon to prove this but source: Dude Trust Me. maybe he watched like all those golden age musical movies when they played at 3 am on motel tv's. john was NOT taking them to community theater shows though rip.
maybe he continued it at stanford and never brought it up to dean? or at the very least he and jessica went to see some productions together I am choosing to believe that. in conclusion this is how theater tech major sam can still win
#this is just the tip of the iceberg if these random throwaway spn lines have a million fans i am one ect#might make a headcanon or something post later i know you all LOVE this lmao#answered#anonymous
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omg renu finally someone else who appreciates dean and amara!!! i need to stop being so shocked that you and i share the same opinions so much alskflfl;f but literally i feel like fandom always writes them off as a "weird noncon thing with no chemistry" but like.... regardless of how it started i just think they ended up truly caring about each other in the end!!! and i actually do think it's interesting how they could never really hurt each other and the nature of their bond and what it truly meant. because it's not something as simple as "amara forced a connection onto him" when even in season 15 she thought it was something chuck did to them!! anyway sorry for rambling but i just love them <3
Hello Moogs beloved!!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜
I was thinking the EXACT SAME THING!! We are literally one I love that for us 💜💜 yes exactly to what you said!! Like she's this ancient being from before creation whose brother locked her away for the universe to be born!!!! It's more complicated than that which makes it all the harder to figure out!! GOD THE S15 THING AHH. Okay ideally I wish Dean and Amara after the Mary talk would be on better terms and instead of destroying her, they'd recruit her but thats spn for you. Also you have unleashed a beast bc I have so many emotions about Dean and Amara and I'm gonna subject you to them under the cut because you just Get Me <3333
Okay so idk if you're aware of the story, the ones who walk away from omelas but the general premise is this beautiful perfect town, Omelas where people are happy. But then it turns out there's this one single child locked away under the town and as long as they're miserable, the town continues to be okay (and most people, once they find out, can't handle the guilt and walk away, hence the title but that's besides the point)
I can't help but think of both Amara and Dean in this way. Like Amara was literally locked away for creation to exist, all of this, the entire world is here because she was imprisoned and miserable. And Dean was locked to his family to keep all these strangers and his dad and his brother happy. And obviously Sam was abused by John too, this is not Sam crit at all, but from Dean pov, he always felt obligated to stay imprisoned to this life out of wanting to make John happy and Sam happy and these strangers that he saves happy. So we have two beings locked away in their own way for the happiness of others. But the difference here is that their respective "towns" weren't happy. Dean was never enough for John and always made him feel inadequate. Sam literally ran away even though Dean had the opportunity to dip with Sonny but chose to come back for Sam (not Sam crit, I 100% support his decision to gtfo) but he feels that betrayal. Even though Dean keeps killing monsters, there's always more, by season TWO the life was too much for him. Like all this happiness he sacrificed and for what?? The people he loves always leave and he keeps failing the people he can't save. And Amara was literally imprisoned for all of creation, she finally gets to see the world and all she sees is the bad. This is what she was locked up for?? All this misery and hatred? I would also destroy the world the FUCK
This isn't saying that the child in the book doesn't deserve to tear the world up, but I'm just looking at their dynamic
But Dean without John around is learning to have a better place in the world. He's farrrr from perfect (see: the entirety of the show) but like Cas said, Dean has so much love for the world and people. And this is what Amara learns from him too by the end--the thing that stopped her from destroying the world was the literal power of love despite the horribleness that exists in the world
And I think this is the connection she was looking for. Dean and Amara were linked from the moc but I think she latched onto him bc she saw herself in Dean. And all the consumption of souls was yes for power but part of me thinks she was looking for something to fill the void (uh darkness pun not intended). And then yeah, she understood after speaking to the woman feeding the birds and understood what she was missing from Dean which was love for the world
She got her closure with Chuck and then bounced to explore the world (you go girl) and I do think Dean got closure from John in Lebanon when he truly put the idea behind him uh see this post lmao, where he just wants the idea of John but not John himself . And I just WISH s15 would have been them coming together after healing and taking Chuck down together who implemented the whole fucked up system to begin with!!
There's just so much to explore in their relationship and like this doesn't even TOUCH Amara bringing Mary back to life and saying she did that to give Dean the opportunity to know the real her and not the false one John made up (also ahhh Chuck and John as gods and authors, I could go on about this forever too fhskhdkshs)
#I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT THIS#i am SO GLAD you stopped by mwah mwah MWAHHH i love you!!!#i think a lot of people tend to brush off dean-amara and call it dumb but there's so much they're missing out on#i feel like I need to make an announcement that says im not shipping dean-amara#it's just about their dynamic#but YES#sorry for rambling idek if any of this makes sense#LOVE YOU#mailbox#moogs tag 🔮#amara and dean
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Ok i saw ur posts about the guys' merch and i couldn't not get mad at what people were saying. If u do not like their merch bc it is "mid" Don't buy it or don't go looking for it. I personally find it really good and when it comes to merch, I'm very picky, because i come from a long list of different artists' merchandises and I've seen things. I would say their merch was mid like 3 years ago when they would only come up with xplr merch in camo, black and white. Now, it looks much more professional and i think u can see the hard work throughout the years of coming up with merch. I, on the other hand, would say that Colby's merch is really mid because he mainly keeps it plain, other than the always tired merch where he scored with the white sweatpants and the matching hoodie.
Oh and the quality is amazing, i mean u pay for really amazing and comfortable material (as a side note)
it's fine if you like their designs, and i do agree that they have gotten better over the years. there was a long period of time that it was literally the same design over and over again, just in a new color.
but they're basically repeating that again now, which is frustrating. yeah, sure, the design is professional, but it's not interesting. at least to me and a couple other ppl.
the most recent merch they came out with was literally the merch they made for xplrclub, except without the "authorized personnel" on the front and the barb-wire going thru the X. it was the same design, just slightly tweaked. and that's what a lot of their designs have become after all this time.
my problem isn't fully with snc. obviously they agree to these designs so they definitely play a hand, but i don't expect them to hand create the designs at the end of the day. fanjoy just needs to do better. their designs are lazy and repetitive at this point and xplr either needs a full revamp or just let it go since snc don't even xplr anymore.
now there have been designs in xplr that i've liked, same as for sam's merch and colby's. but personally, i just feel like if you're going to make a simple design, ie the X logo, or just "skin" on a tshirt, you shouldn't be charging full price for it. it's barely a design. and it's sure as hell not worth $25 + tax and shipping. OR CUSTOMS if you don't live in the US.
the skin merch that colby is dropping today is what's pissed me off the most, just bc skin is such an amazing song, and it deserves better merch. like, a simplistic or minimalistic design is fine and i get why they make designs like that. hell, i like and wear designs like that often. but it can't be EVERY design bc it just looks lazy. it looks like you ran out of ideas or forgot you had to release merch, so you did the quickest thing in photoshop and called it a day.
and quality is a hit or miss at best. sure, their sweatshirts are decent. and the pants are fine, as long as you have no ass or thighs. the shirts are the real problem. bc i've gotten some that fit great and are nice, and then some are just like a plain hane's tee that i paid $25 for that barely fit. not to mention but i'm a plus size gal, and i'm a 2x. their 2x 9/10 is form fitted, and the occasional times they do go up to 3x, they sell out before i could even consider getting that. god forbid if i was bigger, i wouldn't be able to buy merch at all.
also plenty of ppl on here and twitter have complained about the design literally crumbling off after one wash. you have to treat fanjoy shirts with so much delicate-ness that it's borderline ridiculous.
if you genuinely like their designs for merch every time, that's great. i hope you can buy every release if that's what you so choose. however, just bc you like it, doesn't mean i can't complain about it. and even tho i'm not buying the merch, i'm still upset about design. especially with colby's skin merch. i love skin. it's literally one of my most listened to songs. but i can't buy that merch. it's boring and i'm not spending money on it. but if you like it, that's great. i'm not saying you shouldn't. i'm just saying why i don't like it.
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this is going to be long and incomprehensible because ive been trying to put it together since i saw it
nola henry au
the party(instead of lucas max is there) are into ghost hunting more than like dnd stuff
idk how this would work in general but they go to new orleans to go visit haunted places steve is ofc there bc babysitter duties or whatever
the sinclairs are located in nola- locally famous bc of history with voodoo (some believe some dont but you just dont go messing with them any type pf way)
the party goes to visit this one places where something crazy went down but before they go in lucas stops them but they still want to go (maybe they go back and someone gets possessed)
i have it in my head that henry and steve meet at like a bar/club and like the whole time steve is hypnotized by henry like not paying attention to anything around him. its not a long interaction but an impactful one. steve doesnt even get his name before henry is directing him elsewhere. and ofc what kind of stenry au would this be if steve is absolutely obsessed with henry afterwards. but like to make it a bit crazier maybe he starts seeing henry even when he isnt there (he is actually going crazy and its literally all in his head)
so boom one of the party members get possessed (probably will) they find out they gotta go to some lady. the some lady is mrs sinclair of course, shes got a shop yk the works.
OF COURSE OF COURSE OF COURSE the sinclair kids work there henry-psychic lucas- medium erica- mother’s predecessor
BUT ALSO SAM!!!!! henry and sam met somehow and henry realized that him and sam are mot only the same but connected so now henry is working with him to figure out how to get him to use his gift without falling out every time and making them less severe
el is also there but i imagine her being more like a medium like lucas so shes with mrs sinclair. NOW HOPPER IS A NON BELIEVER but he knows that its like good or whatever for el to work with mrs sinclair so he just goes with it but with an upturned nose)
mrs sinclair is real iffy about who and what she works with so at first shes like aaaaah idk i really dont want whatever you got going on in my store so you gotta go
they get kicked out go back to where theyre staying like “damn we cannot take him home in this condition” so they figure something out
steve’s like you guys stay here im gonna go talk to the oldest
of course they dont stay instead they go back to the store hoping to implore lucas if he knows anything. of course lucas and el can see ghost and shit so they go looking into it
meanwhile steve is borderline stalking henry and while he’s following henry he realizes he has no idea where he is and where hes going and that following someone he does not know is not a very good idea. henry lures him into some alleyway and is like “hey man what the fuck” and steve is like “i know you youre the guy from our first night here i know you!” and henry is like “i dont think you do” MIND YOU steve has been hallucinating henry so he thinks he sounds crazy when he explains.
i actually did not have a clue on how to explain steves obsession UNTIL i started writing everything here. My idea is like what if the bar they met at was really gimmicky and had a drink called love potion or some shit BUT IT WORKED and steve did fall in love at first sight. ive ran out of steam but like DO YOU SEE THE IDEA I HAVE GOING HERE. it was so hard to get this out i literally could not get this into my notes have no idea how i got it here
anon you weren't fucking lying about the images in your head holy shit. this is really fun!! i see the vision!!!! an alternative idea, if you'd like, for steve's hallucinations/obsessions, henry's reaction could be like "oh. yeah. i have that effect on people sometimes." and steve is like "WHAT DO YOU MEAN" "i'm appealing!" "W H A T"
of course of course henry would end up helping them, possibly at the behest of lucas, but lets be real, he isn't going to let some kid get tormented by spirits no matter what his mom says. maybe lowkey henry is actually the strongest in the family, born with the most natural connection to the other side (maybe one of the reasons his image can haunt someone like steve). he doesn't like to talk about it, it weighs a little heavier on him, but it's because of that he feels like he can deal with whatever it is that's plaguing these dumbasses. tap into the side of him that scares him a little sometimes, a little less scarier since he met sam--after all, having someone like you can make anything easier. and maybe he can help this kid. and also maybe in the meantime steve will realize that those hallucinations had nothing on having the man right in front of him
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Bucky wasn’t “mean” to Sam it TFATWS. He was being racist. Just because the series didn’t spell it out for white viewers doesn’t mean that Bucky was being “mean.”
He ignored Sam for months until Sam did something he didn’t like and then inserted himself into Sam’s professional life and work. (Another subtle example of the ways he was being racist in TFATWS).
He took Sam to see a Black man that had been held as a prisoner and tortured for decades without even warning Sam of who they were going to.
He quite literally put Sam’s life at risk during their interaction with the police officer.
He continued to berate Sam and center himself and his whiteness in discussions about the shield without even listening to Sam’s perspective or his experience as a Black man.
Bucky was not “mean” in TFATWS. He was racist. Ffs.
i’m not trying to argue anything you say in this ask. that’s not my place first of all and second of all i agree w you and everyone else in my notes pointing out the multiple times bucky committed microagressions against sam and the many examples in fatws of bucky’s racism/white privilege/bias at play in his actions and interactions with sam (like these above). i agree. i’m not arguing against what you’re saying.
i specifically mentioned in an earlier post i felt sam was “mean” to bucky in was that were ooc in fatws and cacw, specifically referring to their snarky banter. (nothing else.) that’s why the previous ask was questioning why i said that and also pointing out that bucky was the one who was really “mean”(er) than sam i guess. i agreed with that and clarified i didn’t mean to imply bucky was never mean to sam or exempt from responsibility for his actions that are, like you point out, beyond just “mean.” op specifically brought up the incident with the shield.
as i said in a previous post these instances were not what i meant when i brought up sam being ooc “mean” to bucky, or bucky being “mean” to sam (which, i feel he is. a lot. their relationship is based on a frenemies type conflict, which was the only thing i meant to refer to with “mean”. imo it works for mackie and stan who are friends but not for sambucky bc we haven’t gotten to really see them interact on screen too much, mostly bc bucky was still tws when they met, then ran away, then was unconscious, steve was always there as a buffer between them and the main focus of the attention, then sam was in jail and bucky was in wakanda and we never saw if they did interact, then they were both snapped for years. IF the mcu had given them the attention they deserved years ago to develop their characters outside of their relationship to steve, i feel like their dynamic in fatws would make a lot more sense and like. obviously it would have been cool to get to see more of them explored previously apart from how they benefited steves narratives) to clarify for everyone, i was talking about examples of their banter feeling mean/unkind/cruel and not teasing on both of their ends because i don’t think disney developed their relationship (platonic or otherwise) enough in the years prior to fatws airing somewhere WE could see it (like on screen) for it to feel funny and not mean and where both characters would reasonably understand it’s banter and not just bc disney says they do for the sake of pushing their show (like, alternatively, they did with both sam and steves friendship and steve and bucky’s friendship throughout phase 3, mostly bc we actually got to see them interact in meaningful ways beyond fight scenes and banter). that’s all i meant. that the depictions of them i feel are shallow, no longer funny, and time spent that could have been better utilizing further developing their bond/characters in a meaningful way.
that is not to say fatws NEVER develops either character in a meaningful way. of course they do! fatws was a huge arc for sam. and a progression (even if one i didn’t really like all the time) for bucky as a trauma n hydra survivor. they both had great moments in the show i felt were really just well written and meaningful elements to their storylines. i just wish there was more of that in the show (and hell, phase 3) so it didn’t feel rushed and/or was pushed aside i favor of this banter. but yes to respond to what you were saying, i don’t see any of those examples as bucky being “mean” to sam bc that would trivialize their importance and impact. but there are other moments where he is mean, and i find those particularly odd in the fact of him being shown to not be an aggressive or disrespectful character before that, just like i feel the show does by having sam make snarky comments towards him when he’s not even aware of himself. i feel like those are ooc, not a reflect or dislike of sam as a character bc it’s just that. i feel like he wouldn’t do those things. but i’m not including sam’s extremely justified reactions to things like these examples (and how bucky handled walker, handled sam giving up the shield, the police, incidents of racism) in my critiques of sam as being written as “mean.” because obviously those moments are necessary and understandable and not related to the random snarky banter i feel is ooc.
so, yes. you’re all right. bucky was mean to sam in fatws and also there were instances where his behavior was beyond just “mean” and were racist and i apologize for trivializing those instances in how i worded my former posts or if it seemed like i was holding sam to a higher standard and exempting bucky. i don’t wish to deny or excuse those instances. you’re right and thank you for pointing it out
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Part Fifteen. “eyes eyes eyes.”
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warnings: swearing
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A/N: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you know? anyway uh....... hope you like this... a lot is kinda going on in this part... but more details will come in the next chapter don’t worry i’m not scamming you
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"I can't believe you," Dream scoffed from the other side of the phone, which was displaying only his eyes and up as Y/n's phone laid face up towards her ceiling. She didn't mind; he had pretty eyes and his blond hair poked out wildly beneath his hoodie and it was enough to make her only half focus on their conversation about her newest Minecraft build.
Y/n smiled as she glanced back at her phone to see him squinting at his screen in confusion even though there was no face on the other side, then looked back at her monitor. Neither of them were streaming but were bored so they decided to wander around on the SMP, continuing their all-day FaceTime call instead of transferring to Discord. They were on their fifth hour of FaceTiming at this point. Y/n had suggested multiple times switching to voice call instead since she wasn't showing her face, hoping he would say no so she could see him still, and each time he denied it because he claimed it felt more real when he could see her ceiling. Whatever that meant.
"I don't know what to tell you, bud. I'm just playing the game."
"But..." he pouted, she could tell by his voice... and by the eyes that were still glued to the call. "How are you so good?"
"Magic."
"I knew it."
She giggled and looked back to Minecraft, where she was looking at the massive hideout Sam had helped her build, complete with secret doors and tunnels and a whole lot of redstone. "Sam did most of it."
"Bullshit. Look at that," he said as he looked away from the phone and his green avatar punched the side of the build. "That has 'Bug' written all over it. You did that."
"Okay, I did do that part, but the cool parts like the secret doors and stuff are all Sam."
"Stop downplaying your skills. It looks good, Bug." His voice was clear and genuine and sent chills down her spine. For someone who want physically affectionate, she really wanted to give him a big hug. And... well... other things.
"Thanks, Dream," she whispered.
"You're welcome," he whispered back childishly.
"What in the..." Y/n said as she turned and saw a familiar Minecraft character with a white and red shirt in the distance. She pressed the zoom hotkey and stared at him as he filled her screen. "What is he doing?"
"Oh, speaking of Tommy," Dream started, clearing his throat as his avatar ran back and forth between the door of her hideout and a tree about ten blocks from it. "Um, I had an idea about, uh, the lake thing? The New Years' trip?"
"What's up?" she asked, turning to face him as she listened.
"Well, it's only about three weeks away and I was thinking—"
Dream was cut off as Tommy ran over to hit him with an axe a couple of times before running away.
"What the hell?" Dream grumbled as they watched Tommy sprint and jump in the direction he came from. The young boy paused when he realized neither of them were following, just looking in his direction.
<TommyInnit> did I scare you guys
<TommyInnit> I did, didn't I
<TommyInnit> I am very good at scaring people
Y/n laughed and typed her reply
<BugsyGames> not one single bone in my body was scared, tommyinnit
<BugsyGames> try harder next time ig :/
<TommyInnit> JOIN VC RIGHT NOW
<TommyInnit> VC
<TommyInnit> VC
<TommyInnit> VC
<TommyInnit> VC
<TommyInnit> VC
"Oh my gosh, he's so annoying," Dream mumbled with a small laugh but made no effort to do as the younger told.
<BugsyGames> idk if i really wanna HEAR you curse me out bc you already have over text multiple times
<TommyInnit> VC
<TommyInnit> VC
"Are you gonna join?" she asked, opening Discord on her other monitor.
"Hell no," Dream scoffed before his voice turned worrisome. "Are you?"
"Yeah, he's entertaining," she said. "And he won't leave us alone until one of us pays attention to him."
"Oh, you wanna be left alone with me, Bug?" he teased and she couldn't help but smile widely in embarrassment.
"Whatever you want to think I said, Dream." Y/n laughed, making Dream pout.
"Buuugg... just say you love me already," he whined jokingly.
Since she couldn't ignore the overwhelming butterflies in her stomach, she ignored him and opened Discord and looked at the voice channel Tommy was in. "Oh, Tubbo and Ranboo are there too, so it's worth getting cursed out," she told Dream before sliding on her headphones and joining. She moved one side off of her ear so she could still hear Dream over FaceTime if he spoke to her, seeing as he wasn't going to join the Discord call.
"Hi—"
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" Tommy started yelling quickly. "I'M NOT AFRAID TO FIGHT A GIRL, I HAVE FOUGHT MANY WOMEN AND HAVE WON EVERY TIME."
"Uh... geesh Tommy, no hello?" Y/n asked. "Why do you get in so many fights with women?"
"They question my manliness."
"Hm. Maybe work on making it less questionable?"
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"What is... happening?" Ranboo asked.
"I don't really know. Tommy came over and punched Dream and then made me join vc so he could yell at me, I guess."
"Oh, that's where he went!" Tubbo said. "I had no idea, he just disappeared."
"I HAD TO GO HIT DREAM BECAUSE HE'S TALKING TO A FEMALE AND I WANTED HIM TO LOOK BAD IN FRONT OF HER."
"What is he saying to you?" Dream asked from the phone on the desk. "He's yelling at you?"
"No, it's just Tommy being Tommy."
"W-What?" Tommy asked.
"I was talking to Dream," she explained.
"I can get on and tell him to stop if you need me to," Dream offered before his keyboard started clicking. "Should I? Do you want me to?"
"No, Dream, it's okay. I'll just fight him."
"YOU'RE WITH HIM??" Tommy accused.
"No! We're on FaceTime."
"YOU'RE FACETIMING HIM?"
"Yup," she stated before quickly changing the subject since Tommy and Ranboo were both streaming. "What are my sons up to?"
"We're just trident-ing around talking about whether or not my or Tommy's accent is worse," Tubbo said. "He says 'grass' weird."
"Tommy's," Y/n voted, wanting to piss off the youngest more. "You have the voice of an angel, Tub."
"Are we just going to ignore the fact that Bugsy and Dream are FaceTiming right now?" Tommy asked in a calmer, more mumbled but still frantic voice. "Cause, I mean, I just think it's a bit strange is all but if we're just going to breeze past it, I mean... you know? The two faceless Minecrafters are staring into each other's eyes while we all talk on Discord like nothing is happening."
"We aren't 'staring into each other's eyes'," Y/n corrected.
She paused when Dream giggled and said, "I bet you're staring into mine, Bug." She glanced down to see his full face beaming up at her with a playful smile. He had propped his phone up on his monitor so she could see where his elbows met his desk all the way to the top of his fluffy hair. Her cheeks and neck burned hot as she looked at the boy cuddled up in his hoodie once again. He folded his arms on his desk and placed his chin on his forearms, looking impossibly cuter as he stared at the camera. "There's no way for me to know you aren't."
"Shut up, Dream," she mumbled before speaking to the others again. "We're not even showing our faces," she lied. "Dream sorta is but not really."
"No need to lie to everyone," Dream said, still smiling, sitting up from his position. "This is my entire face. What, you don't want people to know you get to see me whenever you want? You have VIP access, baby, the people should know."
An abrupt laugh escaped her lips at the nickname. "Can you guys hear Dream?" Y/n asked the boys in the voice channel nervously.
"No, why? Is he telling you dirty things?" Tommy laughed evilly.
"Nope. Just wondering." Her face was on fire. She hit Dream's character in-game and watched him focus back on his computer with a goofy smile. He returned the favor by hitting her character back once even though she was continually dealing damage until he had half a and begged her to stop.
"He's probably flirting with her like he does when we're on call but, like, worse because no one else can hear him," Tubbo proposed before all three of the young boys gagged and yelled over each other.
"GROSS!!" Tommy shouted.
"Ew!! Mom, is there a dude flirting with you? That's disgusting," Ranboo gagged.
"I cannot stand you guys," Y/n laughed, making her voice as confident as possible so they couldn't detect her lies. "That's not what's happening."
"Do my words mean nothing, Bug?"
"Dude," she mumbled to Dream again. "I wish you could see how hard I'm glaring at you right now." He laughed in response.
A knock on Y/n's door snapped her out of her conversation and she quickly muted on Discord. "Come in!"
Naomi poked her head in and quickly put her hand up. "Oh, sorry!" she whisper-shouted. "I didn't know you were streaming."
Y/n shook her head and smiled. "I'm not. What's up?"
"TUBBO! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" Tommy screamed, making Y/n deafen also.
Naomi stood taller and dropped her hand to her side. "I'm just bored and want to do something."
"I do too, actually," Y/n admitted.
"You're bored?" Dream scoffed. "Bug, I'm offended!"
Y/n smiled widely and turned back to her phone to see the blond boy frowning. "I've talked to you all day. Can I not go hang out with my roommate?"
"No! Tell her to fuck off."
"Dream! She's literally right here, she can hear you!" Y/n covered her phone screen with her hand to hide Dream's face as Naomi walked closer, laughing.
"Naomi?" Dream asked.
"Yeah?"
"Fuck off."
Naomi laughed as Y/n gasped. "DREAM!" Y/n grabbed her phone and held it up to show one eye in the corner of the screen so he could see her glaring, but he wasn't looking.
"I'm just kidddinnnggg... obviouslyyy..." he dragged out. "Unless you do steal Bug away from me, in which case I'm not kidding."
Naomi was silent with her hand over her mouth, not wanting to freak out and make Y/n back out before Dream could see her eye. It was a small thing, but a huge deal.
The silence caused Dream to look down and his jaw dropped. "B-Bug!!"
"You see this?? I'm glaring at you. How dare you talk to Naomi that way," Y/n reprimanded teasingly, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice.
"WHAT? Is this how you felt when I showed my face just to prove a point?"
"Probably."
"You're doing the exact thing I did! You're just proving a point!"
"Yeah, but I'm not showing my whole face like you did, idiot. Just enough so you can see the glare."
"Oh my gosh. Okay, yeah, I see you glaring, stop glaring!" he giggled and Y/n's camera went back to only showing her ceiling as she smiled. "I'm sorry, Naomi!"
"You can't just joke like that to someone you hardly know," Y/n scolded as Naomi continued laughing. She knew Naomi had that kind of sense of humor, but Dream didn't.
"Who said I'm joking?" he asked.
"Oh, shut up. I can't stand you."
"I'm kidding! I'm sorry, Naomi. I was just kidding."
"I know," she reassured. "It's all good, don't worry. I know you love your Bug too much to hurt her friends."
Y/n saw Dream quickly pull his phone away from his face after he smiled shyly, and she liked to imagine that he was blushing at Naomi's accusation.
"Yeah, I guess she's nice to have around," he mumbled.
<Ranboo> bugsy? you still there?
"Wait, both of you quiet for a second," she told Dream and Naomi before unmuting and undeafening on Discord. "Yeah, sorry, what's up? I was defended and muted."
"You were so cryptically silent, it was a little scary."
"Sorry, my roommate is talking to me. I'm gonna head off, actually."
"Aw, but we hardly got to play with you!" Tubbo pouted.
"We'll play soon! I promise! But not you, Tommy. I don't like you."
"I DON'T LIKE YOU FIRST, YOU EVIL WOMAN."
"Bye, Tommy."
"Bye, Bugsy," he grumbled.
"Goodbye, mother," Ranboo said as Tubbo laughed out a, "Goodbye mom," making Y/n's heart shed a proud tear.
"Goodbye, my sons. Be good. Be safe."
"Bye!!"
She left the Discord and then left Minecraft. "Okay, sorry, continue," she promoted Naomi.
"I think it's so cute how you talk to Tubbo and Ranboo," Dream cut in. "It's adorable."
"It is," Naomi agreed. "Tommy, too. I know you pretend to hate him but we can tell you want him to be your son too."
"Never," she murmured, making both of them laugh. She slid off her headphones and grabbed her phone, careful to keep it pointed away from her face as she walked to her closet.
"Anyway, I just wanna do something. It's really nice out today, do you want to go to the park or ride bikes or something?"
"Yeah, sure." She ripped a hoodie off the hanger with one hand, making the hanger ricochet and clank against the closet ceiling.
"Yeah, sounds fun," Dream agreed from between them.
Y/n laughed. "Sorry, bud, not you."
A deep frown etched onto Dream's face and Y/n laughed. "What are you going to do there that I can't join? You can just prop me up on a tree and sit next to the phone."
"If we ride bikes, I can't hold you. And if we go to the park we usually skate. Besides, we want to talk about how much we hate you anyway so we don't want you there."
"Bug!" he pouted. Dream paused before saying, "Can you give the phone to Naomi real quick?"
Y/n hesitated but handed the phone to her friend. She used her free hands to slip on the hoodie before tuning back into the conversation.
"You don't have to show me your face but I want you to look into my eyes and promise me something, Naomi," he said.
Naomi held the phone up to her face anyway and Y/n could see both of them looking at each other. "What's up?"
"Promise me you won't let Y/n fall and scrape her knee or something," he requested and Naomi laughed.
"I promise not to let your Bug get hurt." That was the second time Naomi referred to her as 'his Bug' and she was not opposed to the sound of it.
"Thank you very much."
"Great," Naomi said before her voice turned teasing. "Now that that's settled, Y/n, you're right he is cute!"
Naomi was a pot-stirrer. Always was, always would be. She knew what to say to make tension rise in the room whether it was between people who hated each other or people who secretly liked each other. Or whatever Dream and Y/n were.
While Y/n's face grew warm, Dream laughed.
"Hey, you're pretty cute too, Naomi. Should I tell George or does he already know?" Dream fired back, trying to embarrass her as much as she embarrassed Y/n.
Naomi's evil smile fell before a confident one took its place with a raise of her eyebrow. "Oh, he knows."
Y/n laughed abruptly and grabbed the phone back from her friend. "Okay, I'm hanging up now." Before I lose self-control and show you my whole face right here, right now, she thought to herself.
"Boooo," Dream whined. "Will you call me back later? Please?"
"Maybe," she teased. "Depends on if I'm clumsy enough to fall and break everything like you think I will."
"I don't think that. I just want you to be safe."
He needed to stop being so sweet. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'm a pro."
"I believe it. Still, though."
"I'll be safe. I promise."
"Also, Bug, um..." he paused shyly. "You have really pretty eyes. Just... thought I'd tell you."
Heat rose to her face again and the look on Naomi's face said she could tell.
"Thanks, Dream."
Naomi nodded her head towards her Y/n's door. "I'll be in my room," she whispered and Y/n nodded.
"Sorry," Y/n said to Dream with a short laugh. "I don't know why I did that."
"It's okay," he reassured. "I appreciate it. I know it was just a small part of your face but it still means a lot to me that you showed me because I know you haven't shown anyone."
"I want to," she blurted out. "I really, really do."
"Want to what?"
"Show people my face." She squeezed her eyes shut and walked to her bed, setting the phone face up towards the ceiling. "Specifically you."
He paused. "Then... why don't you? I'm not pressuring you, I just don't understand. If you want to, then what's stopping you?"
"It's not that simple, Dream," she responded softly. "I'm scared."
Dream was silent for a few moments. "That's kinda what I wanted to talk about earlier before Tommy came in."
"Really?" she perked up. What was he going to say? That she seemed too scared so he didn't what her to go on the trip?
"Yeah, uh, I know you're nervous about meeting everyone and Sapnap and I were talking and– well, okay, so I assume you, Karl, and Naomi are going to go to Georgia together?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, so, yeah, what if– only if you want, obviously, but, you guys could come down to Florida and hang out with us for a few days and then, like, the five of us could go up to Georgia together? That way you meet two people first instead of everyone at once. So, like, since you haven't shown anyone, it'll be like dipping your toe in the water and if you meet Sapnap and I and absolutely hate it you can go back home before meeting everyone else." He finally concluded his proposition and Y/n's heart was so warmed. He was so sweet it was killing her.
"I'll still pay for all the travel stuff for you guys to fly down here," he added with a shy mumble at her silence, "and it's only a four and a half hour drive from here so Sapnap and I were just going to drive up and we could just rent a bigger car to fit comfortably. But obviously you can say no. Just a thought we had."
"Dream," Y/n started softly, her voice coming out way more fondly than she intended but she did nothing to fix it.
"Yeah?"
"You're the sweetest damn person I've ever met in my entire life."
"I just want you to be comfortable," he said softly.
"I think..." she paused. "I think that would be fun. I'd like that. I'll see what Naomi and Karl think."
His voice perked up slightly. "Really? Awesome. You guys can come down whenever. We're going to leave on the 26th to get there that night but whenever you guys want to come, you can. You could even spend Christmas with us if you want to come a few days earlier. Might be hard to find tickets this late since it's the holidays but I can see what I can find."
"That would be cool! The three of us were just going to hang out together so we don't really have plans for Christmas. I'll ask them but I think they'll like that too."
"Cool," he breathed. "If you want to say no later, you can."
"I don't want to say no, Dream."
He paused and his next word had his smile laced clearly through them. "Okay."
"Thank you–thank you for thinking of me," Y/n fumbled out. "It means a lot to me."
"Eh, it might be a little selfish of me, too. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can."
She beamed and bit her lip to not laugh with pure joy. "I'm probably selfish too because I'm going to make Karl and Naomi agree even if they don't want to go."
"I have no problem if you need to use physical force," he joked.
Y/n laughed and shook her head. "I should go save Naomi from her boredom."
"Okaaayyy..." he sighed. "If you must. Thanks for talking with me today."
"I had fun! I'm surprised you didn't bore me to death," she teased and he scoffed.
"Well apparently I did since you're ditching me!"
"Nooo, you could never bore me."
"Hmm... sure."
"Dream," Y/n dragged out and he laughed. "You're so clingy."
"Ugh, I know," he joked. "It's almost like I like you or something."
Y/n froze before mentally scolding herself. He was obviously joking, but it still made her heart skip some beats.
"Almost," she mumbled. "Alright, I'm going to go. I'll call you later if you're free and want to hang out on call more or something."
"Yeah, I'd like that," he said. "Have fun with Naomi! And don't get hurt."
She laughed. "I won't get hurt. Bye, Dream."
"Bye bye, Bug."
Y/n finally hung up and threw her phone on her bed with a small external scream. Naomi came back into the room a few moments later with a smirk on her face and leaned against the doorframe. "Done with the call?"
"Naomi..." she said dreamily. "He's... too freaking cute."
Naomi laughed. "Come on, lover girl, you can tell me all about it while we go outside. Bikes or skating?"
"I haven't gone biking in a while, let's do that."
"Perfect, I found a new trail recently I've wanted to try out," Naomi said as she grabbed her keys off the front table. "Let's go."
"OH, and then," Y/n recounted her story with Dream in detail (per Naomi's request) and she swerved on her bike a little in excitement."Then he said, 'it's almost like I like you or something'! What does that mean??"
Naomi laughed brightly and looked over her shoulder at Y/n. "Maybe it means that he likes you."
Y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Don't get my hopes up."
"I mean it, Y/n. I know you think it's not possible, but just think about it. Do you really think you didn't like him until you saw him?"
Y/n looked up into the treetops that provided shade on their trail. She dreaded that question. She had thought about it so many times, tossing and turning countless nights asking herself the same question over and over. When did she start liking Dream? She had always had interest in him but when did her starstruck admiration and wanting to be his friend turn into wanting to hold his hand and kiss him good morning? When did that change happen? Could it have happened before she knew what he looked like? It would go against so much that she believed, so much she had been told, but... maybe it was true?
"I don't know," Y/n admitted softly. "I really don't know."
Naomi's heart broke for her friend, knowing her internal battle was killing her slowly. "Hey," Naomi said in a lighter tone than she felt. "It'll all work out. I promise."
"What if it doesn't? What if he really doesn't like me and won't ever like me?"
Naomi shrugged. "Then... then he missed out and someone better will eventually come along."
Y/n nodded, wanting to talk about something a little happier. "So... I showed him my eye."
"You did," Naomi said cautiously. "I wasn't going to bring it up, but, damn dude. How do you feel?"
"Good. Great. I know it's small and insignificant but it doesn't feel that way."
"I don't think it's insignificant. It definitely shows you trust him a lot."
"He said I have pretty eyes," Y/n whispered excitedly, making Naomi laugh.
"You do! You really do."
"Speaking of thinking things are pretty, George knows?? What does that mean? Have you guys video called or what? I've been so stuck in my pity party that I have no idea what's going on with that!"
Naomi turned pink but her confident smile never faded. She slowed down and Y/n followed suit, both taking drinks from their water. "Can we sit for a minute?" Naomi asked as she nodded towards a large tree trunk. Y/n nodded and they sat down together, bikes haphazardly thrown to the side of the trail.
"So?"
"So," Naomi started. "George."
"George," Y/n prompted. "What's going on?"
"I like him a lot. And... he told me he likes me."
Y/n raised her eyebrows and beamed at her friend. "Really? Naomi, that's great! That's so awesome, I'm so happy for you!"
Naomi let out a small squeal before blushing. "I know. We're both a little worried because of long-distance but we decided to not think about it until after the trip. Then we'll work out how often we want to see each other and stuff."
"Wait, so, are you guys, like, dating?"
Naomi hummed. "No? But I have joked about how I'm going to kiss him as soon as I see him and it always makes him turn bright red and he just laughs and is like, 'you're an idiot', so that's a good sign."
Y/n laughed. "Yeah, sounds like George."
"Sorry I haven't told you sooner. I just feel like since you're so confused about everything with Dream that it would be like I'm bragging or something? And I didn't want to make you sad that I'm talking to this boy so much and—"
"Naomi," Y/n smiled and grabbed her arm. "It's okay. I'm not upset by it. I'm so so happy for you, really."
Naomi let out a breath of relief. "Thanks, Y/n. You're a really good friend."
"You make it easy to be a good friend to you," she said with a smile and a scrunched nose. "You're the best. I love you."
"I love you too," Naomi giggled and threw her arms around Y/n, forcing a hug even if she didn't want it. Y/n accepted it anyway, hugging her friend back tightly.
"Alright, break's over. Let's finish this thing. How much more do we have to go?"
Naomi checked the map on her phone. "About a mile. Think you can manage not falling off for another mile?"
"What?"
"I promised Dream I wouldn't let you get hurt."
Y/n rolled her eyes fondly. "He's so stupid."
"Maybe, but you like it."
"Who on Earth knows why? Oh! That reminds me," Y/n said as she got back on her bike and rode slowly next to Naomi. "I forgot to mention a huge detail."
"Ugh, you never stop talking about him," Naomi teased. "Just kidding, what happened? I want to know everything."
"This involves you and Karl. How do you feel about taking a detour to Florida before the trip?"
______
When Y/n got home, she showered while Naomi made them dinner. "Today was fun," she said as she sat down at the kitchen table. "We need to hang out more, just the two of us. Thank you so much," she added as Naomi handed her a plate off food.
Naomi nodded. "Agreed. But when do we ever have time when you aren't streaming and I'm not doing school or working?"
"Hmm, true. For a job with a flexible schedule, I don't feel very flexible. Maybe I should promise to join less streams."
"But then I can't join streams," Naomi joked with a laugh.
"Just ask George. I'm not your closest streamer friend anymore apparently," she fake pouted and Naomi blushed.
"He wants me to join one of his streams except neither of us want anyone to know so he thinks it'll be suspicious if it's just him and I."
'Wait, no one else knows you two have been talking?"
"Well, Dream does based on his joke earlier but you're the only person that either of us have told that we're, like, actually talking."
"Oh, I feel so special!"
Naomi laughed. "Good. You are."
Y/n smiled and looked down as her phone vibrated on the table.
"Boyfriend calling?" Naomi teased with one eyebrow quirked.
Y/n stuck her tongue out. "Wouldn't you like that?"
"I would like that. Date him."
"Oh, shut up," Y/n said with a laugh. "But actually, Dream invited me to get back on and hang out."
"So I was right?"
"No."
"Well, go ahead, I won't stop you."
"Thanks, Naomi. I had fun today, thanks for forcing me out of my room and for dinner."
"Anytime dude," she giggled. "Put that sponge down, I'll clean up."
"But you made dinner. Let me help."
"No! Go, your boyfriend is waiting for you. I got it."
Y/n ignored her and started cleaning dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.
"You're the worst. Love you."
"Love you!" Y/n called back as she walked to her room. She got on her desktop and opened Discord while she waited for Minecraft to load.
"Who just joined?" Tubbo asked in a tired voice. "Oh, Bugsy, hello again!"
"Hi!" she greeted back. "How's everyone doing?"
"Good, good, good. How was your, uh, thing? Bikes... or something?" Ranboo asked.
"Yeah, I went on a bike ride with my roommate. It was fun! The weather was super good today so it was good."
"Is it the roommate who's coming on the trip with us?" Tubbo asked.
"Yup," she replied. Ranboo fake whined and Y/n's heart hurt a little. "Ranboo I wish you could come."
"Me too. It would be fun but also very scary," he chuckled and Y/n nodded. "But I'm busy anyway."
"I'm terrified," she admitted. "So I fully understand."
"It's going to be good, Bug," Dream reassured softly, sending butterflies to her stomach. "I promise."
"Why are you terrified?" Tubbo asked.
"Um... just... you know... showing my face to everyone," she said with a small laugh. "Kinda weird." Though, admittedly, she was much less nervous than a few hours ago before she showed Dream her eye.
"Well, Dream has seen you, hasn't he?" Ranboo asked.
"No, what makes you think that?"
"He hasn't?" Tubbo spoke up. "I'm shocked! I could have sworn he had."
"What, why? Dream asked.
"You guys are just super close so I guess we assumed," Tubbo explained.
"No, we are close, Bug is just a tease," Dream joked and Y/n scoffed.
"Oh, whatever. You've seen more than anyone else."
"What?" Ranboo asked with a slight panic in his voice. "What, uh, what does that mean? Oh gosh."
"She showed me her eye today!" Dream announced like it was a huge deal. Which, it kinda was. "But she's a tease because that's all she showed."
"Why do you want to see her so bad, huh Dream?" Ranboo teased. "Hmm???"
"So I can call her pretty without her yelling at me that I can't know," Dream stated bluntly.
Y/n buried her face in her hands, the Minecraft welcome screen long forgotten, and laughed. "I cannot stand you, Dream."
"Awe!!" Tubbo cooed. "Bugsy, give the poor man a break, why don't you show him?"
When she normally would have taken that sort of comment to heart and would have beaten herself up about not showing him, she lifted her head to look at her screen. 'Give the poor man a break'.
"No, Tubbo, she doesn't owe me anything," Dream said with a nervous laugh. "Don't pressure her!!"
"I'm not! I'm not pressuring her to do anything!" Tubbo defended. "I was just joking! But it would be so easy to just send a picture of your face."
"But she doesn't want to and I respect that. Ranboo, are you still on the SMP? Where are you?"
Y/n tuned out the conversation, which had quickly changed topics, scrolling right to the picture she found the other day of her sitting on her bed. She didn't think twice. It just felt right.
Sent
"So, the next manhunt is going to have five hunters or what? Like what's changing?" Ranboo asked. "I think it's super cool that you're continuing the series."
"Yeah," Dream started to explain. "I'm trying to see who would be the best to have as the fifth person to make it—"
Y/n's heart pounded in her ears as she listened to the new silence, waiting for some verbal indication from Dream that everything was okay. That he saw the picture and that everything was still okay.
But he was dead silent.
"Dream?" Ranboo laughed. "Uhhhhh...."
"Uh.." Tubbo laughed too. "Did he break? Dream?"
Y/n bit down on her hoodie sleeve in anticipation and excitement, surprised that there were butterflies in her chest instead of raging thunderstorms of fear.
A loud sound banged through her headphones and her eyes darted to the Discord to see it came from Dream's mic. "Dream?" she asked softly. Did this man just knock something off of his desk?
His regard for them being on call with others completely evaporated. "Holy shit, Bug," he breathed out. "I-Is that you?"
"Sure is," she hummed.
"What the hell?!" he shouted, joy and surprise laced in his voice.
"Wait, what happened?" Tubbo asked before sounding excited. "Did you actually send him a picture of yourself?"
"Mhm," she hummed. "Maybe."
"AHHA! YOU BROKE HIM!" Tubbo laughed.
"Error: Dream.exe broke," Ranboo teased. "Man's files broke at the sight of Bugsy Games. Headlines tomorrow: Bugsy Games murders DreamWasTaken with a selfie."
"Oh, shut up," she breathed.
"Text me back right now," Dream demanded.
Y/n giggled as the other two teased Dream but she picked up her phone and found his one-word response.
Seconds later, Dream's voice was back in her ears. "Uh... I'm gonna get off. I have a lot to process."
Tubbo and Ranboo laughed loudly. "A lot to process?? HAHAHA! Just say you're in love with her and move on."
"WhaaAATT?" Dream yelled. "I-I'm not in love with her, what the hell is wrong with you, Tubbo?"
Y/n laughed, agreeing with him even though it kinda hurt. He didn't have to sound too shocked at the accusation.
"Have fun processing," Ranboo said. "Are you staying Bugsy?"
"Nah, I'm gonna get off too. I'm pretty tired."
"Are you going to be in Big Q's stream tomorrow though?"
She hummed. "I don't know. I didn't know he was streaming tomorrow."
"Oh, I thought he invited you?"
"Guess not. He just lost points."
Dream laughed. "Good."
"Well... we should stream together soon," Ranboo said. "I think that would be really cool."
"I do too! We definitely should. If you have any ideas or anything let me know, okay?"
"Yeah, I will!" he promised. "Talk to you later."
"Bye guys," she said before disconnecting. She noticed Dream linger in the call for a little bit even though he said he was leaving and she decided to get ready for bed, turning off her computer and walking to her closet. She was stopped by some texts though. Priorities.
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can we maybe get some demon au stuff for any other characters? like techno, wilbur, sam, phil? what sins would each of them have? techno as wrath probably? wilbur as envy? if any of them know the demonteam boys? just anything you'd be willing to write thank you!
finally got off my ass and wrote something for this bc i wrote another request and went 'hmm... might wanna establish these guys in the universe before they're just hanging out in the middle of this one'.
I might make an analysis thing of what all the demons in this universe specialize in but idk
“But babyyy-”
“No buts,” you told Dream, fluttering around your house cleaning so he couldn’t use his puppy eyes on you. “Tubbo’s family are old friends and his dad arranged a nice, romantic getaway for him and his wife and doesn’t want her to worry about the kids. The girls are going to their friends’ houses but Tommy and Tubbo can’t be trusted alone so I offered to let them stay here for the weekend.” You looked up from wiping the coffee table to give him your best ‘do what I say or you’re going to be so far in the doghouse you’re never getting out’ look. “So you can either wear the glamour or go home for the weekend like Sapnap.”
He pouted but quickly cast the glamour spell, more eager to suffer the aches he’d get from spending two days in glamour than he was to suffer two days without you. He might be getting a tad clingy, he thought, but decided as long as he didn’t admit it you couldn’t prove it.
“Good boy,” you chirped, leaning onto your tippy toes to place a kiss on his cheek (he also had to lean down but you couldn’t feel self-conscious about your height when you were comparing yourself to a literal demon).
“Everything feels tight,” he grumbled, nuzzling his nose against the crown of your head. “And my head’s gonna be pounding from having my horns hidden away.”
“And I will rub your temples all week if you need it,” you promised, leaving his arms at the knock on the door. “But if you scare those boys you’re gonna be sleeping on the couch again.” He mumbled something like ‘yeah, yeah,’ as you went to open the door, smiling at the two teens. “Hey, you two, come on in.”
“Thanks for letting us stay over, big man,” Tubbo chirped with a grin.
“Yeah, I can’t believe his parents don’t trust us alone!” You gave Tommy a look and he smiled sheepishly. “Alright, I can believe it, but it’s still rude.”
You chuckled, ruffling his hair as you led them into the house. “Well, I do have a friend hanging out this weekend, but he’s not too bad. This is-”
“You,” Dream growled, making you freeze in shock as he loomed over the three of you.
Tommy yelped, hiding behind you and pulling Tubbo to do the same. “Hehe, fancy seeing you here, Big D-”
“I told you not to call me that.”
“Whoa,” you calmly said, holding a hand up to Dream’s chest- not pushing him away, but a warning to back up. “You two know each other?”
He glared over your shoulder. “That little weasel-”
“Hey,” you snapped this time, watching his attention finally shift to you and his expression turned to shock that you were chastising him on this. “I don’t care how or why you two know each other, he’s just a kid, Dream, and you need to be the adult here.”
“That,” he hissed, jabbing a finger over your shoulder, “is no child. He’s-”
“AH, AH, AH,” Tommy yelled out, violently shaking his head at Dream behind your back. “Don’t listen to him, big man, I’m just a little kid, protect me from the bully!”
You raised an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic words, the other joining it when Dream suddenly clammed up, eyeing Tubbo like the boy didn’t know something. When you peeked behind you you saw the two teens eyeing you the same way- oh.
“Tommy,”
“Oh, hell,” Tubbo muttered, recognizing the ‘you get one chance to tell the truth before you’re on doggy cleanup duty for a week’ tone from when you used to babysit him.
“When were you going to tell me you’re a demon?”
The color ran from his face as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “Uh, hopefully never?” He jabbed a finger at Dream, who was still looking like he might chuck the blond out a window. “In my defense, I didn’t know you were buddy-buddy with Mister ‘Don’t-talk-to-me-or-I’ll-throw-you-in-a-pit-of-flames’!”
You whipped back around to Dream. “You did what now?!”
“It wouldn’t hurt him,” Dream tried to excuse, “...y’know, probably. He used to come find me every fucking week to ask me how to become a top-ranked sin demon and tell me how much of a better demon he was than me!”
“And I still fucking am, bitch- BIG MAN PROTECT ME!”
“Knock it off, you two,” you hissed, grabbing them both by the ear and holding them hunched over so you could see Tubbo. “I assume your parents don’t know?” He shook his head. “How the hell did you get involved in this stuff, Toby?”
“Haha, literally-”
“Shut the fuck up, you little gremlin-”
You gave their ears a quick yank to shut them up, nodding at Tubbo to speak. “...Tommy spends a lot of time blending in with humans,” he shyly started. “We became good friends and one day his brother comes to pick him up and he’s got the face of a pig.”
“Ha, classic Techno,” Dream muttered to himself. “Bastard never got the whole ‘don’t traumatize mass numbers of humans by walking around with no glamour’ thing.”
You sighed, finally letting the two troublemakers go. “As long as you’re not getting involved in the occult I guess I can not mention this to your parents.” You’d expected to move on but you watched a sly grin stretch Tubbo’s lips from cheek to cheek.
“You’re one to talk. What are you doing having sleepovers with demons, huh? Is he your boooyfrieeeend?”
“You little rat,” you hissed with a laugh as he dodged your half-hearted grab, him and Tommy running to the safety of the living room.
“Big man’s got a boyfriend, big man’s got a boyfriend!”
You shook your head with a chuckle, feeling the stress fall off your shoulders as you realized, demon or not and no matter how much they grow up, those two were the same kids you used to push on the swings after school.
“...Does this mean I don’t have to wear the glamour?”
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Mistletoe (Bucky Barnes x Reader) MoxMas Day 4
Warning: some language, brief kiss, fluff
Word Count: 1,864
Pairing: roommate!Bucky x Reader
Summary: Everyone tries to get you and your roommate, Bucky, under the mistletoe.
Prompts: Avoiding the mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get the otp there. / “Whoever forgot to put the turkey in, I’ll see you in court.” / Baking cookies together
A/N: I kinda changed the prompts a little bc I was just writing and forget to refer back to them, so they aren’t exact. If it starts to get a little wonky, pls ignore, I’m literally falling asleep and kept fucking up words lmfao. Crossposted on moongoddessmox
MoxMas Masterlist | Prompt List 1 | Prompt List 2
“Why are you cleaning under the rug?” Bucky questioned, turkey injector in hand and messy apron wrapped around his waist.
You had been busy all day helping your roommate Bucky get ready for the Christmas party you were having later. It was just your friends from the Avengers including a couple of the Wakandans that helped Bucky in the past. You left Bucky in charge of the turkey, something he was adamant he could handle and refused help with. He wanted to show off his cooking skills and present the turkey as a huge welcome to his friends. That left you to decorate and clean the already clean house, but you had never met the Wakandans and you wanted everything to be to the highest standard.
“What if they slip on the rug and it kicks up dust? What if they peek under it, investigating to see if we’re, I’m, dirty? What if-” Bucky cut you off.
“Darling, I promise you they’re not going to look under the rug, I don’t think they’re gonna mind that the floor is dusty…it’s a floor,” Bucky chuckled as you huffed and continued vacuuming every inch of the floor. He went back to seasoning the turkey and slid it into the oven. The doorbell rang and it startled both of you. You weren’t expecting guests yet. Bucky answered the door as you frantically laid the large rug back in its spot and ran away with the vacuum, clattering it against the walls as the cord whipped behind you. Bucky laughed as he watched the cord zip across the floor and out of sight. Something about being seen cleaning made you uncomfortable, guests could only know that it was clean, not that you were cleaning it that day. You quickly wrapped the cord around the neck of the vacuum and shoved it in the closet, straightening your outfit and heading back into the living room.
Sam and his sister, Sarah, were at the door greeting Bucky. They had foil pans of some sides and desserts and headed toward the kitchen with it. You greeted them, a little too out of breath still and you tried to awkwardly play it off. They glanced at each other and raised eyebrows at Bucky, who was clueless to their assumptions. Sam pulled Bucky into the kitchen and whispered.
“Y’all fuck?” Bucky’s eyes got wide and he shook his head in disbelief.
“No! She’s cleaning but she doesn’t want you to know she cleans, only that the place is clean.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,”
“Yeah, tell that to her.” Bucky shrugged. Meanwhile, Sarah was secretly hanging mistletoe in every doorway of the house, knowing full well that you and Bucky had crushes on each other but refused to acknowledge it. She knew it from the moment you visited them with Bucky. The way your eyes flicked from his to his mouth as he talked, or how intently you listened to every word he said, or how eager you were to help him any chance you got. She also saw the way you froze a little any time he called you “darling”. When you two announced that you were going to be roommates, everyone suspected that you would be sharing a bedroom, perhaps finally giving in to your feelings for each other. But as Sarah hung mistletoe in the doorways, she saw two bedrooms, much to her surprise, and they both looked used.
The four of you hung out in the kitchen, rolling out cookie dough and cutting it into Christmas shapes. Bucky freehanded a few in some very dubious shapes and chuckled to himself. You glanced over at his work and found some penis-shaped dough sitting beside trees and gingerbread men.
“Buck!” you smacked his arm, forgetting that it was metal and instantly regretting your playful violence.
“Ya know, that’s what you get, leave my little creations alone.” He teased, cutting another dick out of the chocolate chip dough. You rubbed your hand, soothing the pain away as you watched him. An innocent smile on his face as he gazed upon his cookies, god he’s so adorable. You caught yourself staring with a smile and looked up to see Sam and Sarah watching you with smirks. Your eyes got wide and you looked away, turning your attention back to your own cookies, innocent cookies.
You went to make another batch of cookie dough, sugar cookies this time, and accidentally puffed a cloud of flour directly into your face when you opened the bag. A peal of echoing laughter erupted in front of you as your three cookie-making teammates watched you struggle. Bucky stepped toward you, your eyes shut tight not wanting to allow the flour to get in them, and extended his hands. He gently pressed his thumbs to your eyelids and wiped away the flour so you could see. As you opened your eyes, you saw him standing in front of you, a smile on his face and hands still on yours. You blushed, shuddering back a bit, and looked down. He blushed as well, immediately removing his hands and wiping them on his apron.
“God this is painful,” Sam whispered to Sarah. They watched you two with pained looks and crossed arms. You were so oblivious to each other’s feelings that it was almost revolting, they just wanted to yell at you to make out already. You began to walk out of the kitchen to clean up in the bathroom and Sam nudged Bucky toward the archway, where a small mistletoe hung in the center. Bucky didn’t budge, unsure why Sam was trying to get him to move. You didn’t pay attention and left the room without a glance.
“You’re killin’ me, Buck, you know that right?” Sam shook his head.
A couple hours passed and the rest of the guests were arriving on time. You had changed into something nicer and welcomed everyone into your home.
“It is very nice in here, very clean, Y/N,” Okoye mentioned as she stood in the living room with members of the Dora Milaje, Ayo, Nomble, and Yama. You shot a look at Bucky, a snarky “I told you so” glare that made him chuckle and throw his hands up. Everyone had immediately noticed the mistletoe hanging around the house and knew that they must have been there in secret, they all were aware of your little thing with Bucky and knew that you’d never allow yourself to be caught under a mistletoe. So, they all made it a mission to get the two of you under one before the night ended.
You stood up to get more wine from the kitchen and Steve looked at Nat, flicking up an eyebrow in your direction. Nat understood exactly what he meant and called out to you, stopping you under the archway as she asked if you could bring her a refill as well. Meanwhile, Steve was asking Bucky to get him a drink so that he would end up next to you. Bucky got up and headed toward the mistletoe where you still stood. Everyone watched in anticipation but Bucky stopped, turning around to face Steve again.
“What drink did you want?” he asked. You didn’t have any reason to stay in your spot so you continued on into the kitchen to fulfill your tasks. Everyone groaned at the missed opportunity and hoped that you’d both come out at the same time.
You poured the expensive wine into the two glasses you had while Bucky grabbed a beer from the fridge. He gently placed his metal hand on your shoulder and pressed his body against your back as he reached around you to grab some more crackers for the tray in the living room. His closeness wasn’t unusual but it still sent shivers down your spine. He kissed your temple with a soft “excuse me” then disappeared back into the other room. Naturally, the Dora Milaje were all aware of your reaction and wanted to play along themselves. Ayo grabbed the mistletoe with her spear and stood behind the couch where Bucky sat with Steve. Steve got up, knowing exactly what was going on and freeing up the seat for you. You came back into the room, gave Nat her drink then went to sit by Bucky.
“Oh! I have to check the turkey,” Bucky stood up but was immediately met with the end of Okoye’s spear.
“Sit, James.” He looked at her confused, completely unaware of what was happening but did as told. Sam offered to check on the turkey instead, hopping up from his seat and heading to the kitchen, trying to keep an eye on the two of you so he didn’t miss the moment you finally kissed.
“What’s with the spear?” Bucky asked, nudging it off his shoulder and watching Okoye stand up straight with it by her side. She didn’t speak, only let the silence answer the question for him. He glanced up to see Ayo’s spear above the two of you with a mistletoe wrapped around it. He looked down at you with wide eyes, you had an equally as shocked facial expression and felt the blood rush to your face. You looked around the room and noticed everyone was watching. All conversations had stopped and they were watching, waiting for your next move. Sam could be seen peeking around the curved arch of the kitchen with oven mitts on his hands, the anticipation growing as was the smile on his face.
“Get on with it already,” Tony rolled his eyes, still having beef with Bucky but coming solely for everyone else. He was also forced by Pepper to attend, but ya know. Bucky looked at you, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his Henley and his eyes flickering between yours and his fingers. A blush crept across his face and you leaned forward.
“I guess we should give everyone what they want, huh?” you said softly, your voice low to avoid cracking from nervousness. You watched his blue eyes return to your gaze, his soft pink lips pinched by his teeth for a brief moment before leaning in to close the gap between you. The kiss lasted longer than expected, his hand found your hair and he went back in for a second kiss.
“Finally!” Sarah exclaimed. The other let out sighs of relief, and a few congratulations. Ayo moved her spear and headed back to the other Dora Milaje.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you too. You’ll have plenty of time for extracurriculars after dinner,” Steve said with a pat on Bucky’s back and a smile in your direction.
“I think the fuck not. Whoever put the turkey in the oven forgot to turn it on,” Sam yelled from the archway, staring at both of you. Bucky flew to his feet and ran into the kitchen, double-checking to see if Sam was lying or not. He was not. You only heard a disgruntled groan then a loud thud, a thud that sounded like a turkey being thrown at the wall.
“I’ll see you in court, Buck,” Sam threatened, half-joking. “Who’s up for pizza?”
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congrats on 100 followers :D can i ask for fake dating with peter? number 3 from the fake dating prompts if that's ok?
thank you! and of course!! i decided to go for stark!reader bc i know that tony either approves of peter or doesnt lmfao
prompt: It’s a Shakespearean love story, but Romeo and Juliet only date to annoy their parents.
pairing: peter parker x fem!stark!reader
word count: 2k
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The team was surprisingly all gathered in one place at the same time. Contrary to popular belief, it was May who was successful in assembling the Avengers instead of Happy. Everyone was now seated at the living area of the compound in order to announce their engagement. The couple were bashful when Tony said that everyone should be here to listen to avoid any problems that may happen during the engagement party three weeks from now; Thor might not follow the dress code or bring a very, literal, out of this world gift. Based on a true story? Who knows. May and Happy were saying that there was no need, considering they know how busy these superheroes are, but your Father insisted and what a Stark wants, a Stark gets.
But you knew that your Dad was just missing the team and took this as an opportunity to get together again.
Congratulations echoed in the air and it actually felt really nice for everyone to finally relax and enjoy the company of each other without a weight on their shoulders. The engaged couple were beaming from ear to ear as they listened to a story that Clint and Nat were sharing. The smiles from everyone you love was so contagious that you found yourself grinning too.
A playful frown appeared on your face when you felt a finger poke your cheek.
“What are you smiling about?” Peter asked, his hands now going back to the rubix cube Morgan gave to him out of frustration earlier.
“You’re smiling too, idiot.” You replied.
“Hey.” A huff came from said sister. Morgan was currently seated on your lap since your Dad and Pepper were busy maneuvering around the room.
“Sorry.” You gave her a sheepish smile.
You spoke a minute later.
“I’m happy for them.”
Peter followed your line of sight and nodded when he saw that you were looking at his aunt and after all these years, Happy was technically your Uncle at this point.
“Me too.” He replied in admiration. He just got out of a relationship-- would he call it that even if there was no talk of labels?- with Gwen Stacy and adjusting back to the single life felt odd. Sure, he was single for the majority of his life but once one experiences a relationship, it feels weird when the attachment is gone.
The scent of food broke your trance and Morgan giggled when she heard your stomach grumble. You tickled her sides and she eventually got off your lap to waddle into the dining room.
You were hungry and you had to force the rubix cube out of Peter’s hands so that he would follow you to where your sister ran off to. At the mention of food, nearly the entire team started to clamor together and race to get a nice seat at the dining table. Peter held onto your hand as he saw you almost get thrown off balance because of Sam and Bucky pushing at each other.
He didn’t let go until you two were free from the bodies bumping into one another. He still didn’t let go even when he felt Happy give him a look. You felt heat rise to your cheeks but you shook the feeling away when you saw Morgan sitting on a chair in between the two who nearly made you fall flat on your ass earlier.
“Mo,” You called out. “Sit next to me.”
She gave you a pout and stubbornly shook her head no. You groaned under your breath because you knew that your sister was bound to make a mess with her food if she was left to her own accord.
“Sorry, kid.” Sam chuckled towards you.
You huffed, similar to how Morgan did earlier when she chastised you for your use of the word idiot. You absentmindedly tugged on Peter’s hand to sit on the free seats next to Wanda. Peter immediately let go when you two sat down because to be honest, he was still a little intimidated by Wanda and her telepathic abilities. She was kind to him and would never tell anyone what she sees but he didn’t really want his thoughts about you to be read.
You caught up with Wanda, seeing that she’s the one closest to your age and wouldn’t judge you even if school girl gossip was the topic. You rambled about how just two weeks ago, you started chatting with this nice boy in your class but he eventually ghosted you. You just found out that your Father was behind the ending of your communication with the guy and now it’s awkward because he is your partner for an assignment. Unbeknownst to you, Peter’s enhanced hearing picked up on your rant and he somehow felt comforted that he wasn’t alone in the journey of wallowing because of failed romantic endeavors.
Dinner went smoothly, save for the multiple barbecue sauce stains on Morgan’s dress. May got up to serve the dessert she made and Nat got up to help her. The two ladies formed an unlikely friendship and nobody was complaining.
“So..” Sam started with a mischievous look on his face and turned to Bucky. “You bringing a date to the party?”
Bucky scowled and ignored the question. You and Peter turned to look at each other and giggled, knowing that Sam was insinuating that his friend should bring Nat to the engagement party.
“Date?” A tiny voice blurted in between them, causing Bucky and Sam to lower their heads to face curious little Morgan. “What’s that? Why do you bring it?”
“Uhh..” Bucky looked across the table to you for help but your shared laughter with Peter grew in volume as you two found the situation entertaining.
“It’s when.. it’s when..” Sam started, trying to find the proper words. “You bring someone you like to a party.”
“Ohh..” Your sister nodded in understanding. “So I can bring Mr. Snuggles to Uncle Happy’s party?”
“Yeah!” Sam and Bucky nodded frantically in agreement.
“Or like, when your Dad gets dressed all fancy and brings your Mom.” Bucky added, looking proud that he gave input.
You and Peter were still struggling to contain your laughter. Who knew Bucky had the potential to be a good babysitter?
“Oh so also someone you love?” Morgan asked and again, the two adults next to her agreed. “So Petey can bring Y/N to the party?”
You nearly choked on thin air and Peter’s eyes widened. The whole table suddenly fell silent and even though you weren’t gifted with the same Spidey senses your best friend had, you felt all eyes on you.
“No. No way, absolutely not.” Your Father shook his head. How the fuck did he even hear that considering he was on the other end of the table? You thought to yourself.
Next to you, Peter was also thinking about how your little conversation was heard through all the loud chatter, but then again nearly everyone here was an enhanced individual.
“No- what?” You asked, not knowing which part of the conversation you should address first.
“Parker, no courting my daughter.” Tony added which made the two of you blush.
“I wasn’t--”
“Oh yeah, why not?”
Peter and you said at the same time. Peter immediately shut his mouth at the looks of both Starks looking at him. The challenging voices weren’t soothing his nerves either.
“This isn’t the 18th century, Dad. Courting isn’t a thing anymore.” You rolled your eyes.
An idea was brewing in your mind and you knew that Wanda, try as she might to avoid invading your privacy, could hear the mischievous thoughts as she gently laid her hand on your forearm.
“Well, good-”
“Because dating is the proper term and Peter and I are dating.”
A silence. You could hear a pin drop in that split second before chaos erupted.
“WHAT” Your Father.
“We are?!” Peter.
“HUH?” Sam, Bucky, and Morgan.
You bit your lip, trying to suppress an evil laugh threatening to spill. Next to you, Wanda covered her mouth as she giggled. She knew that it was only a joke and you were glad that you have someone to laugh it out with.
“Yeah, we are.” You muttered the end only for Peter to hear. He was already starting to sweat and he felt himself gulp as you placed your hand on his knee and gave him an obviously fake sweet smile. The look in your eyes telling him to play along.
All he could do was hum in agreement as he was at a loss for words. He locked eyes with his Aunt, who was smiling at him but the comfort of it all nearly faded away as he saw the disapproving look on Happy’s face. Peter knew that Happy was protective of you but then a lightbulb went off. Happy now knows how Peter felt when he started dating May. Maybe going along with your joke wouldn’t be so bad.
“You said you’d only approve if I dated someone you know and you know Peter.” You simply shrugged at your Dad.
This was payback for all the times he made rules and rambled on about your dating life.
“Yeah, but,” Tony blubbered like a fish out of water, looking at Pepper for help but she simply shrugged. Like May, she only had a smile on her face. “He’s my- he’s my intern!”
“Doesn’t that make you trust me more, Mr. Stark?” Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting Peter to play along like that.
Ooohs and chuckles echoed in the air, causing the frustrated veins on Tony and Happy’s necks to protrude more.
“It’s the 21st century, Y/N can date whoever she wants.” Your Uncle Rhodey finally spoke and you smiled at him. He returned it and you sort of felt bad because this whole ordeal wasn’t real in the first place.
“You’re agreeing to this?” Happy asked and Peter felt a smug smirk tug on his lips. He really liked Happy but messing with him like this was fun.
“You’re supposed to be the cool yet protective uncle, Rhodes!” Your Dad exclaimed.
Happy frowned as he was obviously the more stricter Uncle as hinted on by Tony but he kept his stance.
“Yeah, and doesn’t that make you trust me more, Tony?” Rhodey mimicked Peter, causing everyone to laugh.
Your Father got up and announced that since he needed a drink, dessert will have to be served at the living area along with some alcohol, which he specifically said wasn’t allowed for you and Peter.
While everyone made their way back, Peter gently tugged on your wrist and led you to a corner. He cleared his throat when he initially saw how close his face was to yours.
“That was..” He started. He didn’t want to say the word joke or fake so he opted for, “Wasn't real right?”
“Yeah.. was it alright? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You bit your lip and Peter found himself staring. The idea of dating you doesn’t really come up much since he knows how strict Tony is, but he’d be lying if he didn’t feel butterflies in his stomach at the thought of it.
“No, no, it was funny. The look on Happy’s face was priceless.” Peter chuckled and you too found yourself staring. “I know why you did it, though. Cause of your History classmate?”
You gasped dramatically and swatted at his chest. “You were listening to Wanda and I! I knew it!”
Quiet giggles filled the space between you two and Peter found himself looking at the living area since you were the one who had their back to the wall.
“I have an idea,” He chuckled and you raised a brow at him. “I’ll ask Happy for permission to “date” you since he asked me for permission to propose to May.”
You laughed at Peter’s idea and use of air quotations, “The veins on his neck and forehead may officially explode, but since he is an accomplice to Dad’s plans to meddle with my love life…”
Peter was giddy at the thought of you two doing this whole fake dating thing out of joking spite. A blush forms on the constellations of freckles on his face as he thinks that he’ll get to hold your hand if you want him to or kiss his cheek.
“I say we do it.”
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TEACUPS my beloved 💕💕 Talk to me about the old gays next door 🏳️🌈
Yesss!!! I will! But I don't write so if this makes like no sense... You were warned.. also I gave them names... I'm not sure where I saw them first.
Okay so basically in my head unfortunately for our poor Sam, his parents both die when he's a senior in highschool. He's already come out at this point and his parents were supportive but now they aren't there to support him. He's struggling and grieving and dealing with the various responses from his community when he meets this old gay couple on the docks. They own a boat together and Sam had known them before like Delacroix is a community you sorta know everyone, but he'd always assumed they were just besties that ran a boat together. Anyway so one day he's on the docks and these guys come up to him they're like " you the Wilson's boy" "...yeah" " you queer?" "...ummm yeah" "so are we we're Tommy an Carlos, nice to meet you!" And Sam is so relieved bc he didnt think that conversation was going that way at all. They talk for a little bit what it's like being queer in Delacroix and how they cope and Sam tells them that Initially when he came out he had his parents support but he's now grieving and feeling super lonely without them and they're like if you ever need support we are here for you kid, we are literally just next door. And so Sam develops a relationship with these guys but eventually highschool ends and the only real way for him to go to college without his parents is through the air force so he leaves Delacroix and and Tommy and Carlos. He doesn't forget about them when meets Riley and he sends them letters about him and Riley when he's away. When Riley dies and he comes back to Delacroix briefly, they see him in the worst shape of his life. They encourage him to get help from the VA and begin to heal from this traumatic experience. He moves to DC bc he can't stand to live in his parents house while trying to mourn yet another loss. Tommy and Carlos are sad to see him go but they understand. They don't see him for a while, and then he's the Falcon, and then a fugitive and then dust and they haven't hear from him in forever and when he comes back to Delacroix, he's arguing with Sarah so he figures they should leave him alone and then he's gone again. And when he comes back again he's upset and they reconnect and catch up and when Bucky comes to deliver the case they're like 👀 this is the guy you were talking about Sammy? And they parent trap Sam and bucky together on the boat by they are dumb so it doesn't work. Anyways after all the flag smasher stuff happens the go back for the cookout and Tommy and Carlos corner bucky and give him the shovel talk bc they assumed that Sam and Bucky had already figured out their relationship. They had not. So Bucky's super confused initially like??? What Sam doesn't even like me. And they're like no kid ur dumb. He's been putting all our signature moves on you we would know. And then bucky confesses happily ever after 😁. That was really long @whothehellisbuckles I'm sorry but you did ask.
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Possible controversial opinion time - I can't help but see parallels between Buddie and Destiel. The writers spent 11 years showing how much Dean and Cas meant to each other, and yet it culminated in whatever that abomination of an ending was. I'm still so disappointed and hurt. I feel Buddie is headed that direction. I just don't think the show will ever follow through. It's hard to stay invested when I'm pretty sure I'll just end up sad again.
prefacing this with my usual i'm-a-pessimist-at-heart-and-won't-believe-buddie-will-go-canon-until-it's-happening-on-the-screen-right-in-front-of-my-face:
as much as i love destiel (and oh man, anon, i FUCKING love destiel), i don't think these ships, or shows, or dynamics, are comparable. bear with me for a minute as i provide some really necessary context that i think people tend to forget when making these comparisons:
supernatural was a bush-era (white, straight, cishet) male power fantasy tv show. like, not even the tail-end of the bush presidency, it started airing in 2005 right around the start of bush's second term. we were pretty firmly in the middle of the bush presidency. queer characters on tv were few and far between (usually relegated to one off guest stars or premium networks like showtime or hbo etc etc), gay marriage wasn't even legal yet, don't-ask-don't-tell was emblematic of the ~*coexist*~ ideology, and in the realm of tv even if they weren't overtly homophobic or anti-gay, they were culturally complacent. tv writers felt v comfortable making derogatory comments about queer people just for the ~*laughs*~ (please go back and rewatch gilmore girls and just....wait for the homophobic jokes to pour in, bc holy shit, there are a lot of them) and supernatural fell in line with that pretty squarely (haha everyone thinks sam and dean are gay, the motel owners are always offering them a single queen bed, dean's totally compensating for ~*something*~, isn't it funny).
and supernatural, despite growing and evolving over 15 years, really did hold on to that demographic. supernatural was one of those random shows that appealed to both democratic and republican viewers, and the network, the producers, the showrunners, the writers, WHATEVER, were not going to alienate their conservative audience. because: money.
9-1-1 just?? isn't comparable. the show started airing in 2018 and despite all the terrible things in the world, there HAS been progress in society and we can see that reflected in the show. we have several named main and regular queer characters on this show, who have plots and storylines that aren't just about their sexuality, who aren't used for the very-special-after-school-episode, but exist as fully rounded characters. hen is a main character and has been since e1 and we've gotten such beautiful storylines about her relationship with karen and their family and it is a jOY to watch on my screen compared to the types of (v limited) representation i saw as a teen in the mid-00s.
i mean...i think there are arguments to be made that bisexual representation still has far to go, and i have serious doubts that a ry*n m*rphy project will be the place to see any of that happen (he's biphobic af and i'm not talking about "oh there were some questionable plots in glee"), not to mention i still think that show creators have an easier time getting greenlit when pitching defined characters as queer from the outset compared to arguing for a character who was envisioned as straight-presenting at the start be allowed to evolve/grow/discover themselves through the course of the show (off the top of my head, characters who started out straight and came out several seasons after the fact...callie on grey's, willow on buffy, and marissa on the oc?). like i agree with you there! again, i'm a pessimist, so like i'm not telling you to be more positive or whatever?
but i just think that arguments that destiel and buddie are going to follow the same path lack a lot of nuance and tend to overlook some really important distinctions between both shows and the world writ large, and??
speaking of ship dynamics on their own, i'd just point to the fact that supernatural, for all that i loved about it, genuinely seemed to want to constantly run away from dean and castiel's dynamic? they spent entire seasons coming up with contrived ways to keep the two characters separate or to force them at odds with each other. like, ACTIVELY wrote plots and character arcs that undermined dean and castiel's bond at every turn bc the show didn't or couldn't address how much they mattered to each other. they'd give you like...breadcrumbs and then try to pretend like none of it mattered. (also this is when i plug that if you're not already you should 110% be watching bob weiss's destiel deep dive series on youtube)
on the other hand, whether or not buddie goes canonically romantic (which again! i doubt will happen!), 9-1-1 HAS canonically made their bond central to both characters and has repeatedly underscored just how much they matter to each other and just how involved they are in each other's lives. like, whether or not you think the writers will ever let them confess their romantic love for each other, the show DOES routinely center plots for both characters on their relationship with each other and repeatedly goes back to the same well to define just how much they matter to each other. s4 literally ended with eddie revealing that he made buck christopher's legal guardian like....they are doing the opposite of supernatural tbh.
this ran away from me so i'm just gonna publish this ask as is sorry
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my summary of ranboo’s story of his character from his stream
copied from my 5 page google doc i wrote instead of doing homework
this starts at the beginning and goes until 1hr 28 minutes into the stream
(i think i got basically everything he said)
joined the server, killed by dream, received a small tour from niki
the next day, he got a tour from tubbo, president of lmanburg. they talked about how ranboo was also running for president
shaped his first thoughts on lmanburg. that it was a good place.
finding michael with tubbo!
meets tommy! tommy tells him about george and ranboo agrees to burn down georges house (in order to not make enemies since he thought they had more than him)
niki and puffy were on a date and they tried to sneakily get past (asking niki for her armor, not suspicious at all)
tommy and ranboo grief georges house, accidentally burning it down. they ran from it, thinking they got away.
puffy asks if ranboo did it. ranboo couldn’t remember and doesn’t know why.
dream started building the walls on lmanburg
dream shows them georges house, destroyed. tommy gets blamed, ranboo is questioned bc puffy says she saw him. tubbo kills ranboo with the spoon (not canon)
the meeting hall to meet with dream.
THE MINUTES MAN OF LMANBURG - tasked with taking the notes for the meeting
there was a pig man watching the meeting
the meeting did not go well. tommy brings out spirit against dream. dream played along but didn’t truly care, only caring for the disks.
tommy stood up for ranboo at the trial. they asked ranboo about it and he said his memory was bad but they cut him off. he never said he didnt remember the burning, only that his memory was bad.
being the minutes man gave him the idea to make the first Do Not Read book, writing who to trust and not trust
dream tubbo tommy quackity and fundy on the wall. tommy being taken away for some reason. the exile.
ranboo felt guilty because tommy wasn’t the only one who destroyed george’s house.
things in lmanburg were going great, he had a house and pets and was the minutes man and technically part of the cabinet
feeling guilty, he visits tommy in exile a few times. ranboo could tell something was off with him, with dream. so he wrote letters to tommy, trying to understand what he was going through in exile.
things were good, he built the ice cream shop with fundy
one day ranboo was approached whilst writing in his memory book. quackity tells him that techno is a traitor, the reason things are bad. and that they were gonna go get him and bring him to justice. which ranboo thought meant a trial and such.
the first butcher army meeting. ranboo is confused by it, the bloody butcher outfits.
traitors are bad right? can’t have traitors
the butcher army went to technos place. ranboo shot a few arrows, maybe intentionally missing “he is a person still”
q gets carl and so techno agrees to go with the army
the execution. no trial. techno gets executed but survived.
phil, who saved ranboo from lava, who ranboo liked, gets put on house arrest. phil is mad at the army but ranboo was saying how he didnt think itd just be an execution. so the two are on even/neutral grounds.
ranboo talks to ghostbur, who calls him an aaron burr. they go to the snow, to technos. techno immediately tries to kill ranboo, who was just part of the butcher army. threatens him until he gives back all his armor.
tommy was at technos too. with techno. ranboo is surprised and writes it in his memory book.
ranboo goes back to lmanburg. realizes he just betrayed the entire butcher army by giving the armor back and saying he doesnt know where tommy is.
he kept seeing techno and tommy around lmanburg with dogs for some reason
he was kind of on both sides, techno/tommys and lmanburgs. he doesnt want to choose so he decides to help everyone
the festival plan to try to kill dream. ranboo spent time making festival games (the trident game!)
dream arrives and starts building the wall again
before the festival ranboo met with techno and tommy.
the community house was blown up. gone.
according to dream it was techno and tommy.
dream says hes gonna blow up lmanburg again. techno joins him. blow it all the way to bedrock.
dream calls ranboo out as a traitor in front of everyone. dream has ranboos book. the first memory book. which ranboo had lost a few days prior, and found somewhere he didn’t put it. it had been moved. dream gives it to tubbo
THE PANIC ROOM. a place for him to think. the water outside providing a white noise.
ranboo realizes that he kept choosing sides. he decides to choose people.
ranboo wonders how dream had his memory book
he checks the memory book and just finds the smile. the first smile. “all that was left is a smile”
that book becomes the second memory book.
the destruction of lmanburg on the horizon, they band together to attempt to stop it.
he speaks out. there are lots of people watching him
eye contact. he lashes out at people, as his judgement is impaired
he goes back to the panic room
the dream voice. a voice that is him but sounds like dream. it tells him that by trying to help everyone he has just betrayed everyone. ranboo doesn’t believe the voice because all he did was give techno his armor under pressure, right?
he decides the best thing to do is help the people who have helped him. lmanburg.
but the first memory book is still missing
“it was time for doomsday”
they thought they still had time to save lmanburg. but then they heard explosions and withers.
lmanburg. “it was falling. it was gone”
people were suddenly switching sides and in the chaos of the destruction ranboo hears techno ask “what’s this do not read book”
ranboo runs to techno to get the book, techno has it. techno gave him the book and told him to get out of there, that he has no issue with him. techno showed ranboo mercy when he could have killed him
ranboo doesnt know where he stands with the destruction of lmanburg. so he watched. “watched as lmanburg fell”
he talks with fundy, with quackity, after the fall. fundy seemed off. quackity seemed to forgive ranboo, having read the book and changed his mind.
ranboo didn’t know what to do
“someone came in and asked me if i was okay. phil. phil realized that when he blew up everything” that ranboo was one of the few who lived in lmanburg and had no more home. phil offers him a place to stay, with him and techno
the situation is awkward at first but they get through it
MELLOHI
ranboo hears mellohi. “a disk from somewhere far away” “it was from the panic room”
he goes back to the panic room. “why was i hearing this from all the way over there” and takes out the disk. but then “an old friend came back. the voice.”
but this time with more to say. that he was more of a traitor than he thought. the voice tells him that he has been helping dream the entire time. but that he just didn’t remember that. that he had something to do with the community house and other things on the server.
the voice wasnt dream. it was what he thought was himself trying to fill the gaps with memories.
he denies the voices claims. “you have no proof”
the voice says to mine an obsidian block. behind it are two pieces of tnt.
he still doesnt believe the voice
ranboo is very confused. did he do it? did he not?
the disk war. tommy and tubbo had begun to prepare.
“the disks were very important right?”
“and then i just… lived. for a while.”
“for the first time in a while, happy. and that was good”
and so he decides that he is done. “done with living in fear of the dream voice”
and so he goes to the dream voice
“the dream voice said, hey? you literally have a disk”
“there’s no way i could have a disk right?”
but the voice says that he hid it. he met with dream. so he searched. and he found a disk. the disk. in a chest under his house.
“so then i realized. something’s going on. there must be a reason why i cant remember these visits with dream, right?”
he “had been sleepwalking of sorts but that was a problem for another day”
time for the disk war. everyone thought that both tommy and tubbo would die
(he forgets what happens next? canon? idk)
dream was now in prison.
he decides to call the sleepwalking state enderwalking
everything was good. except the egg, but “we don’t gotta care about that”
ranboo has the “good idea” to visit dream
so he visits the prison. everything went normally. except “dream told me exactly what i didnt want to hear. apparently i had been visiting dream. i had been talking to dream.”
“and apparently i was one of his best friends”
and dream hands him his own memory book. the entire chest was filled with memory books.
“dream disappeared. and the prison started to crumble. and i guess the entire prison visit was just the dream voice but even worse”
so he didnt know what to do “i guess i’ll keep my head down. i didn’t really do much during that time”
but he needed to visit the prison again. “for real. to actually get closure”
he gets in to the lobby. sam asks his questions. and asks when the last time he visited. “and of course i havent visited before. so i said this is my first time.” and sam said “very funny” and tells him he has visited before.
“i had technically visited the prison in the enderwalk. i asked sam to show me the books and they were written in ender”
he looked through the memory books, the three he had now. nothing showed that he had visited before. “there must have been a fourth book”
“i dont know what the fourth book is. and i still dont know where it is to this day”
“the fourth book wasnt a memory book. it was a book of the enderwalk” so he’s searching for it
he tried but nothing worked.
“i guess i was just kind of living. i noticed my tools on lower durability and my beacon had gone missing”
“the best thing to do is just live”
visiting snowchester a lot
done cool things with techno. techno was his friend now
“i was happy”
building the bee n boo, got married for tax reasons.
the news. “after saving michael we got news. tommy had died. tommy was dead.”
the grieving stage.
one day ranboo decided to just relax. and then he sees niki. “what was niki doing at me techno and phils house?”
decided to be “extra stealthy” and watch out the window
techno asks him about anarchy, and ranboo says “that sounds good”
ranboo “had become part of something called the syndicate” which seemed to be for conflict resolution
tells the syndicate tommy died
tommy was alive? “somehow tommy was still alive. how? how is that possible?”
and then something happened. ranboo gets brought to a room. with two shrines and a hallway. with everything people value.
he started to remember. to hear things.
“so dream had a revive book. he was trying to control the server by using everyones loved things against them”
he doesnt remember when punz and everyone came and saved tommy and tubbo from being killed by dream
dream had to be stopped “before he could bring back the villains”
he has michael to protect now
tommy approaches while he is with tubbo. and ranboo agrees with tommy. they build that tower
talks with ghostbur “and he seemed like he didnt want to go, which was interesting”
“so right now im trying to kill dream”
but the enderwalk is still an issue. he needs to figure out how to stop the enderwalk. “it hasnt happened in a while, right?”
the reason he is doing everything is to make sure his adopted son, michael, is safe.
and that is the story so far.
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Hi babe! I saw you wanted some requests so here I am! Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader has secret telekinesis abilities (or whatever Wanda can do lmao) and is forced to use them on a mission. Bucky is just in shock bc his secret crush is a even more of a badass, so when he compliments her powers, she gets flustered and disagrees bc they’re dangerous, so Bucky helps her see the beauty in them? Tysm ❤️❤️
His Girl
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
W/C: 3.9k (eek sorry!)
Warnings: Language (??), that's literally it.
(A/N: This one got away from me a little and I wrote wayyy more than anticipated. I hope u like it though? Idk. I had so much fun with this request, thank u sm bb! Praying that someone reads this, even though it's a whole ass novel.)
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"Bucky, where are you? We have a minute and eight seconds until this place blows."
Y/N was worried, and, upon hearing her frantic voice in his intercoms, Bucky was too. He was aware that he didn't have long until the bomb detonated, but unaware of just how short that amount of time was. He was caught up in a fight, one that was frustrating in the way that he couldn't shake this guy. "Yeah, be there in five?"
He was being sarcastic, he must've been being sarcastic, Y/N shook her head and pressed her fingers to her temples, agitated. "Five what? Five seconds? Minutes? Bucky, I have to ask, are you insane?"
She seemed angry - no, she was most definitely angry - and Bucky silently cursed himself and allowed the Hydra agent to get a hit in, he thought he probably deserved it. "Look, I'll get out. Is there anything you guys can do to buy me some more time?"
Tony had chimed in by this point, telling Bucky that he was 'fucking crazy', ranting and raving to the heavens above about how the entire motive had been messed up and they might as well have stayed home. Y/N knew that she could help him, but that would mean using them - she didn't like to call them by the name that most would use - and she wasn't sure if it was really worth the risk. Bucky would get out, right? He'd work something out.
But time was ticking on, fifty-nine seconds now, and she was unsure of just how right that assumption was. She wasn't even entirely sure that she still had her powers, since she'd avoided using them or telling anyone that they existed since she'd escaped from the grasp of Hydra. Even as she doubted her abilities, she found herself rising from her seat behind the control panels of the Quinjet, next to Steve, and sprinting to the exit to the aircraft.
"Y/N, where are you going?" Steve asked, getting up and following her. The rest of the team were staring now, Natasha and Tony also standing from their places and looking expectantly in Y/N's direction.
"I have something that'll help. Something that you guys don't know about." She said sheepishly, slamming her palm down on the button that opened the exit hatch. "Don't worry, I've got this."
Even though she was promising her friends that everything would be okay, they seemingly didn't believe her, as all five of the other Avengers on the ship - Tony, Nat, Steve, Sam and Thor - followed her out onto the streets of Bucharest, where the public was in awe at the huge, futuristic ship that was sat in the middle of a narrow, cobbled street. Natasha had told them to go home, she'd made the best effort she could to make sure that everyone was safe. However, no one had listened, and so she desperately ushered them away from the place that she knew would soon be rubble, while Y/N ran in search for Bucky.
They had what they'd came for, but that didn't mean that there were no Hydra agents willing to get into altercations with the team. Thor and Steve were frantically fighting off a pack of them, while Tony and Sam helped Y/N, hopefully getting a better view of the streets and where Bucky might be. "Hey, Y/N, I got him. Turn right, next street over. You'll see him." Sam spoke into the intercoms. Y/N thanked him, hurrying off in search of the super-soldier to whom she'd taken more than a liking to over the few months that he'd been fighting with them.
"Buck, I'm on my way, you better be ready to get the fuck out of here." Bucky's eyebrows furrowed as he wondered why Y/N, of all people, was the one who was coming to save him. He had to admit, he was more embarrassed than anything else, needing the help of the one girl who he'd felt anything for in seventy years. But he tried to brush it off, mostly because he had to focus on not letting a Hydra agent rip his arm off, and answered her.
"What are you gonna do? If I can't fight him off, no offence, but what makes you think you'll be able to?" Bucky sounded breathless, and she could hear the obvious sounds of strain and struggle as he continued to tussle with the agent. Y/N took a deep breath and turned the corner, close enough to hear the ominous beeping of the explosive device that a Hydra agent had planted there in hopes of causing harm to one of the Avengers.
"You know what, maybe don't question it. I have my own doubts, but it certainly doesn't help that you have them too."
The agent, who was currently deep in a brawl with Bucky, noticed Y/N, but all that she was able to think about was the amount of time that was left on the clock. She asked FRIDAY, and a rush of adrenaline and fear coursed through her when she realised that they weren't going to get out in time.
Ten, nine, eight, seven,
Y/N drew her gun and shot the Hydra agent, not missing as usual, and Bucky snorted. "Couldn't have done that earlier?"
Four, three, two,
She knew that this was it. It was either expose the world to her powers, probably be deemed as a weapon and certainly become even more wanted by Hydra, or die, and let her friends die too. She took a deep breath and felt the horribly familiar surge of - what was it, electricity? She wasn't actually sure - coursing through her body, and watched as Bucky ogled at the purple wisps of magic that extended from her hands and the way that her irises seemed to ignite.
One.
Bucky ducked and shielded his face, but looked up again when he didn't hear, nor feel anything that would signal an explosion had happened. Y/N had it under control, holding the bomb together with just her fingertips. She'd thought that it wouldn't happen, that her abilities would've simply subsided into nothingness due to being unused for so long, but she was wrong. She'd done it, and there was no going back now.
And then? The small explosion turned huge, and lurched forwards, setting a civilian apartment building completely alight. Y/N stood, watching, mouth wide open and quite unable to understand the circumstances of what the hell just happened. Bucky was at her side, a hand on her shoulder as he, too, watched the destruction take place. The rest of the team had rushed straight there, each one of them with hands over agape mouths while Steve called for Fire and Rescue and Tony wondered aloud, 'What the fuck is going on?'
Y/N found herself on her knees. She could see and hear Bucky in front of her, worry in his eyes as a few tears dripped from her chin onto her chest, but she didn't have it in her to decipher what his words meant, they all just sounded muffled and like he was speaking a language that she didn't understand.
She didn't know what she'd done, how bad it was, but she could hear the screams of the residents of the building, she could feel them vibrating through her body and ringing in her ears, and that was enough to convince her that her enhancements truly were the worst thing about her, that she really was the weapon that Hydra had deliberately mutated her to be.
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It had been hours. How many, Y/N was unsure, but a considerable amount of time had passed since they'd gotten home. The flight back from Bucharest had consisted of Y/N locking herself in a cabin, and the rest of the people on the Quinjet taking it in turns to try to speak to her, to try to understand.
No one, apart from Bucky, (who only had a vague idea), knew what had happened. There wasn't a single person on the jet who could fully understand it, Y/N included.
She was now sat on a sofa in the lounge, chewing off parts of her nails while everyone murmured and tiptoed around her. Tony was speaking quickly on the phone and glancing at her every couple of seconds, Steve was pacing back and forth along the length of the room.
Y/N wondered for a minute what would happen. Would she be arrested? Would something like the accords happen again? Was she about to become the cause of another civil war? Would Tony disown her? Send her back to Hydra? She didn't know. She didn't think she wanted to know.
Wanda and Natasha had come to comfort Y/N at first, sat with her and braided her hair like they did often, and it was nice to think that Wanda knew exactly what she was going through.
However, she'd told them that she wanted to be alone, and they'd dispersed and were sitting quietly in two separate armchairs, watching a movie with Sam. The truth was, she didn't really want to be alone. She wanted Bucky. She didn't quite know why, but she'd always felt calm around him, which was one of the reasons why she'd taken such a shine to him, and she made it very clear to herself that she was at least a little bit in love with Bucky, in a way that was less platonic and more romantic.
She couldn't lie and say that she was happy with the way that he'd handled things, though. As soon as the jet landed, he mumbled something about taking a shower and hurried off to his room, like he couldn't stand to be around her for any longer, like he was afraid of her.
And, honestly? She wouldn't be surprised if he was.
The truth, of course, wasn't that Bucky didn't want to see her, it wasn't that he was afraid of her, it was that she was evidently upset. It was tearing him apart to have to see her like that. He felt like he was obligated to be alone to think about what had happened, because he knew that - realistically - it was his fault that she'd had to use her powers. He'd been caught up in a fight, the bomb that had been planted was seconds away from detonating, she had to do something. Of course, he had no idea that something was going to be exposing hidden telekinetic abilities to the world, but close enough, right?
"I just got off the phone with a higher up." Tony stood in the middle of the lounge, everyone looking at him as he began his speech. "Everything's gonna be fine. Just, maybe don't turn on the news for a couple days, Y/N doesn't need to see that."
"Don't act like I'm a kid, please." Y/N spoke up, making it clear that she was annoyed by the fact that everyone was seemingly ignoring that it was her who had done this. "I did this, Tony. I want to know how much damage I caused."
Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, shaking his head at her. "No, this is not the time to get all Steve-y on me, okay? You don't need to see it, you don't need to know, so you're not going to. Is that clear to you?"
"Mistakes happen, Y/N. It's not your fault." Steve said from where he was standing, next to the breakfast bar. "What matters is that you tell us what actually happened at some point."
"So, what I'm going to take from that, is that it's bad." She turned from Steve, back to Tony. "I'm not weak, I can deal with what I did, Tony."
Tony snapped, the stress of the situation and the argument from his daughter-figure becoming too much for him to handle, "Goddamn it, Y/N, you really wanna know what you did? Let's see, first of all, you used whatever powers you have, something that you clearly knew about but warned no one of. Second of all, you essentially bombed an apartment building in a poor part of Romania, you literally took from the poor. And now what? Fifty-five people are dead, kids have been left without parents, and that's on my back. Plus, you're being publicly deemed as a weapon until they figure out what's really going on there. So, do tell us, what is really going on there?"
"Tony. Stop." Wanda said, but Y/N was already halfway out of the room, with Tony realising that he probably shouldn't have said what he did and following after her.
"Y/N, hey, I'm sorry, okay?" Tony called, but she wasn't listening. She got in the elevator and left Tony alone in the hallway without a word, tears threatening to spill from her eyes the whole time.
And then, finally, they did. When the doors of the elevator closed, when she could no longer hear Tony's voice, when she was alone, oh they did. She found herself on the floor, face cradled in her hands - the same hands that killed fifty-five people just hours before - and there were tears falling from her eyes, past her chin, soaking her black catsuit.
She felt empty, like her body was a shell and she was simply there, watching herself fall apart. It was a kind of guilt, one that ate at her from the inside and seared through every nerve, every part of her, until she could think of doing nothing but curling up and ceasing to exist. She wanted to yell, scream, punch something, run. Anything that would distract her from how she felt. She wanted to sleep for a week, maybe two, forget about everything and ignore her responsibilities until it hurt less. Most importantly, however, she wanted Bucky. She wanted now more than ever to be his girl. For him to lay with her and tangle his fingers in her hair and whisper sweet things in her ear until the bad things in the world simply melted away.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened, but Y/N didn't get up, not until FRIDAY asked if she wanted to go to another floor. When she did, however, she found herself taking the wrong turn, to the left instead of to the right, and walking away from her room instead of towards it. Without thinking, she'd already opened the door to Bucky's room, where he was reclined lazily on his bed, a pair of sweatpants on and nothing else, focused on the ceiling.
He furrowed his eyebrows at her when she gave him a tiny little smile, but sighed when he noticed the remnants of her somewhat breakdown on her face. Bucky held his arms open, "Hey, c'mere."
She stepped into his embrace, tears finding their way onto her face again, and let him caress her back and play with her hair until the crying stopped. When Bucky held her, everything felt different, like she could put things into perspective and understand that maybe it wasn't all her fault. "Look, I know you think that this is the end of the world. I know it's scary, but Wanda learned how to use her powers for good. You can do the same." Bucky's attempt at comforting Y/N wasn't exactly superlative, but she knew that he was trying.
"I'm a weapon, Buck." She pulled away from him and sat on the end of the bed, wanting to cry and clawing at the sleeves of her suit in an essay to calm herself down. "That's how Tony worded it, anyway. I shouldn't have used them."
Bucky knew that his next question was stupid, that he probably shouldn't have asked it, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he was speaking before properly thinking over the consequences. "How did you get them?" He reached out for her hand and she let him hold it, getting a rush of exhilaration from the affectionate gesture.
Bucky wasn't usually one for showing how he felt, much less for saying it out loud or doing anything to communicate his feelings, and he wasn't quite sure why he had had a sudden change of heart and almost wanted her to know that he liked her, that, really, he would do anything for her. She didn't meet his eye as she began her explanation. "Well, before Tony found me, I worked for Hydra. Actually, less worked for them and more became their personal lab rat. They did a lot of experiments on me, tortured me, really, made me more destructive than any enemy organisation would know how to handle. And then, I escaped. And here I am, talking to you."
She gave him a sad little smile, one that he would swear had broken him. "I'm sorry." It was a lame excuse for comfort, really it was, but he racked his brain once, twice, and couldn't for the life of him find the right words to say.
"Don't be." Y/N shifted in her place, gaze on her hands which were clasped in her lap. It was quiet and Bucky wished that he knew what to say to her, that he could think of something that would make her feel less alone or soothe her in some way. A minute went by, two minutes, three minutes. The silence might've been comfortable between the pair, but it was certainly uncomfortable between Y/N and her own thoughts. "I should go." She said, standing from her place on the bed without looking in Bucky's direction once.
He knew that he had to say something, anything that would make her stay. The thought of her alone in her room was heartbreaking to him. He grabbed her wrist before she could take any more than a few steps towards the door and she looked down at him, lips slightly parted and one eyebrow raised in a silent question. "You're not a weapon. Sure, Stark said that, whatever, the guy's an asshole. But you're not a weapon, Y/N."
She gave a little humourless laugh, blowing a puff of air out of her nose. "The government apparently seem to think so."
Bucky smiled at her and said, "Fuck the government."
"Oh, so you're an anarchist now? Classy." Y/N sat back down and Bucky's heart felt like it was doing summersaults in his chest, all fluttery. She was smiling, he had made her smile, and it was genuine. As far as he was concerned, nothing else really mattered.
"You know what I mean."
"I don't, actually."
Bucky sighed and cocked an eyebrow at her, eliciting a laugh from her lips. "You're really going to make me explain myself, huh?" He joked. "Look, You're not a weapon to me. I think you're a badass, actually." She snorted.
"Bucky, I killed a lot of people."
"So have I." Bucky's tongue darted out to wet his lips as he placed a tender hand on her thigh. "You don't see me as the bad guy. You never have, actually. What I'm trying to say, is that all of us have done bad things. Made mistakes, lost control, that doesn't make us bad people."
"I feel like a bad person." Y/N had her eyes trained on Bucky's face, bottom lip held tightly between her teeth as she tried to avoid letting herself word-vomit about everything that she was feeling at that moment. His hand squeezed her thigh gently, and she let out an embarrassing and involuntary gasp that made her cheeks turn bright red.
"Don't. Y/N, I know it's cheesy as hell, but you did it to save my life, right?" Y/N nodded slowly, "So how does that make you a bad person?"
"You're grasping at strings, here."
“What can I say that'll make you feel better?"
Y/N knew what she wanted to hear, that he liked her as more than a friend, that he wanted to be with her like she wanted to be with him, that her fantasies weren't just fantasies, that he really did love her. But she couldn't say that. God, of course she couldn't say that. So, instead, she simply shrugged.
Bucky knew what he wanted to say to her, that he liked her as more than a friend, wanted her to be with him, of course he loved her. He couldn't drop all of that on her when all she'd given was a shrug, right? Wrong, apparently, because the words spilled from his mouth anyways, like he couldn't control himself.
And really, he couldn't. But he figured that she already knew that.
“I love you." He spluttered, and her eyes widened in shock. "Okay? God, I love you. And what you did today? Made me love you even more. I know you probably don't want to hear this, you don't want me to ruin our friendship, and I get it, I do. But, right now, all I wanna do is protect you, and let you know that you're really not the monster that you think you are."
She stayed silent. What could she say? Her head was swimming with ideas, but none of them really seemed fit. She thought that, if this day ever came, if somehow it came down to confessing her feelings for him, she'd know exactly what to say.
She really couldn't have been more wrong.
So, instead of speaking, she found herself simply staring at Bucky, into his eyes. Had he moved closer? Had she? Either way, their noses were soon bumping together and he was searching her face for any sign of disapproval, one that wasn't there, and so he kissed her.
She felt dizzy, lightheaded, like she couldn't quite figure out where her body ended and Bucky's began, and she didn't think she really wanted to. Lips on lips, his hand on her waist and hers roaming his hair, it felt like heaven.
She was on a high, he was too, and the comedown was breathless and just as euphoric as the real thing. "I love you too." Y/N said.
Bucky couldn't help the plainly stupid, goofy grin that had spread across his face. Did he look like an idiot? Unequivocally. Did he care? Maybe, but that wasn't the point.
"I should get back to my room." Y/N said quietly, a small smile on her lips. "Thanks for...uh, the talk."
Bucky laughed and let her get up, walk to the door and open it while he watched in a daze, and then he stopped her. "Let me walk you."
"I can handle myself."
"Oh, I know, sweetheart. But I'm not entirely sure that you should."
Really, she was already his girl. She always had been.
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tbh it's also kinda wild that cas resolutely falls into dean's family camp. like you could easily argue cas is way more like jack than sam. and yet. (also LOVED sam ending the call with cas like "just come HOME", bc I still v much doubt cas thinks of the bunker as his home, yknow??? i love you sam. and I love sam's relationship with jack, too. damn i just loved this episode???)
well, the easy answer to your first point is “dean is so head over heels in love with cas it isn’t even funny.” but also think like..... ok this may get long. first of all, dean has known cas for 12 years and they’ve been through a LOT together. they’ve literally been through every plane of existence and back together. they’ve died for each other, fought for each other, fought each other, came back from the dead or the brink of the point of no return for each other, broken through mind control for each other. they watch movies together and listen to music and drive around and get beers. like, my point is - they have a bond that was not only immediate (judging by the way they were instantly drawn to each other in s4) but also something that formed over time in a slow, long, and arduous way, full of betrayals and apologies and what-have-you. they are BEST FRIENDS. (and i’m not here for the hetero “your lover can’t be your best friend” bullshit. they are BEST FRIENDS and they are in love and they’re SO lucky to be both things.) like... they’ve built a life together. so, yeah, cas is family.
[more under the cut because i don’t know how to shut the fuck up]
but.... jack.... look, i’m not saying what dean said is right. i actually disagree with him here, even though i understand his reasoning. but his relationship with jack has always been, more or less, defined by cas. in the beginning, dean blamed jack for cas’ death, so he hated him. then jack brought cas back and dean did a total 180. and he saw how much cas loved jack and was like - “cool, this is my child now.” but then jack killed mary, which, understandably, dean was angry about. and obviously he was hurt. and he blamed, not only jack, but cas... for letting jack into their lives. for making dean care about him. and obviously this season has been about dean learning to not take his rage out on everyone and comes to terms with his life - and i think he’s finally beginning to separate jack from cas in his mind. so like, he’s not mad at cas anymore, because now he understands that it was jack’s “fault” that mary died. (again, not saying i wholly agree. i’m just explaining my reasoning.) so i think like... jack was “family” when he was a part of cas - but now that he’s not, he’s “not like cas.” because jack betrayed them by killing mary, and dean can’t get passed that. (unlike when cas betrayed them way back when and, it took awhile since dean is pretty stubborn up there on his moral high horse and holds a grudge, dean ultimately forgave him because cas has always been his exception. he’s always been so lenient with cas in the end.)
so, that’s why - as gutting as it is - dean is like “jack isn’t family.” of course, i think in the end, dean will ultimately realize that - uh, yeah he is. i just think he needs to let go of the rest of his anger first, which seems to be where his character is headed. because i do think dean cares about jack. even in this same episode as dean claiming jack isn’t family, he was wary about letting jack be alone with adam, and he ran right up to jack in the end when jack collapsed. so it’s a little bit of dean’s actions speaking louder than words. i just think he needs to forgive and forgive himself, too, because their very nuanced relationship can stand on firm ground.
(and i also think it’s a little bit of dean forcing himself into thinking they don’t have another choice, so he’s trying to separate his emotions from his reasoning. because he’s SUPER emotional but he’s also very cerebral and can pretty much beat his feelings down with a hammer to let his logic win out in the end. so this might be him doing that, too. plus, of course, chuck’s influence, as we’ve learned. and... as an aside.... this man is traumatized. his entire life - all his pain and suffering, everything he went through as a child up until now, has been for someone else’s entertainment. he’s not free. he’s caged. i can’t blame him for wanting to do everything he can to get out of that. like, i understand, bro. but that’s neither here nor there.)
so anyway, moving on to your second point about cas not feeling at home. first of all, i also loved sam saying “just come home” to him because it was cute. but... i do think cas feels that the bunker and sam and dean are his home now. i don’t think he ever really considered heaven his “home.” maybe just in name, but i don’t think he ever truly felt like he fit. and then, for a long time, i think he didn’t think he fit on earth, either. and that caused him a lot of depression and he felt really lost. but... it’s been a journey for him, realizing that, yeah, he belongs here. ya know, we saw a couple episodes ago, in his speech when he said he’d found a family and he’d found jack, and he figured out, finally, who he was. i think that kinda solidifies that he knows where his home is now.
and it’s kinda been reiterated time and time again. with dean telling him “welcome home” (in s13′s tombstone) or “let’s go home” (s12′s stuck in the middle with you). and cas even said himself about dean, “he’s going home,” meaning the bunker (i believe that was in s10???) but anyway - it’s been a process. it’s been a process of cas finding himself and finding where he belongs, and ya know, like... realizing that dean and sam want him around.
and i don’t think he fully believed any of that until jack came along, and kinda solidified their family. like, they had this whole new dynamic all of a sudden and they kinda.... rediscovered each other through that. (i’m talking about cas, dean, and sam here.) i think jack fundamentally changed their relationship to one another and brought them closer together. so, yeah, a few years ago - i’d agree with you that cas doesn’t really feel at home in the bunker or on earth or anywhere. but now, i think i’m pretty adamant about saying cas knows who his family is and knows where he belongs now.
so yeah, that got long! but..... i wanted to talk lmao. clearly. i’d love to hear any of your thoughts on the matter, anon!
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I know we r literally talking rn but this is off topic and also I think it’s fun and sexy so I want it to be in a public forum. so obv I’ve thought a lot about like. who “gets” to kill john. and my final answer is like. dean, but he wouldn’t (unless John posed some immediate threat to his other loved ones that couldn’t be resolved by just like. knocking him out or something). and Sam, but he also wouldn’t, because dean wouldn’t want him to and Sam is the bigger man in literally every way (with the same exception as dean). but the previous anon inspired me and like. i DO enjoy the idea of Mary killing John. not bc I think that it would like. help anything. but because I stan a #flawed Queen and I think it’s the kind of thing she could do in the heat of the moment without thinking about the consequences and then the consequences would be TERRIBLE and DELICIOUS. she’s also a serial killer like the rest of the family so she COULD dispose of the body successfully. dad went on a mysterious hunting trip and hasn’t been home in a few days but at the end you find out he’s been dead for months and your mother killed him. the way it would tear deans sense of familial duty apart at the seems... the way Sam would Get It but also feel obligated to take deans side so he can stay with him and make sure he doesn’t do something stupid like try to bring dad back again... cas and Mary friendship where they keep secretly texting after she goes her own way and then he and dean have an AWFUL fight about it when he finds out..... cas takes the kid (because you KNOW dean would fall into old patterns and like. jack does NOT deserve that) and deans will to live in the divorce (divorce arc.... 2!) evil. delicious. very tragedynatural. literally like. there is no coming back from that. (like maybe in the real world you could but you have All That and then chuck is manipulating everything to be worse aka more entertaining....) i am hooting and hollering just thinking about it. cas as the deeply sad divorced father who moved into town suddenly and has a mysterious female visitor every once in a while.... Steve the neighbor SWEARS that she had blood on her the last time he saw her.
(PREVIOUS ASK) [spn masterpost]
i DONT think mary would kill john unless it was like, to save sam or dean’s life, or if it was like a 1.22 thing where she’s taking yellow eyes down with him, however the part i love most about this specifically is that cas takes mary’s side and he and dean get divorced over it...AGAIN...isn’t this technically like their 4th divorce? you’ve got the s6 divorce where dean found out cas was cheating on him, the s12 one where cas ran off with satan’s baby mama, and the s14 one that we don’t speak of in this house...yeah. wow. divorce arc FOUR. it’s so funny because everyone thinks bc mary and cas both look young they’re sleeping together and really it’s just his ex mother in law/his son’s 28yo grandmother
this is doubly funny to me bc like there’s a gag @marcusantonius i have where if john comes back he sees mary mothering cas’s kid and thinks cas is sleeping with her when it’s like. WRONG WINCHESTER BUD. i didn’t put that in broken road because it was off topic and it’s a serious fic but it lives in my head rent free. meanwhile cas, known asexual, is sitting out here like: sleep with her? angels don’t sleep. what do you mean sleep with her? what do you m
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