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hollow-indigo · 1 year

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JUST WATCHED UNDERVERES 0.7 (part 1) AND HAHDGHSGAJGDJSGSJGDHSJSGD

spoilers under the cut 🥰

WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY (XChara)

XGaster CANNOT be calling my boy a hypocrite because at least XChara didn’t FORCE SOMEONE TO KILL THEIR BROTHER???!!??????? MORE THAN ONCE????!?!?!!?????

(and also don’t mention season 1 because XChara is what we, in the industry, call ✨mentally ill✨)

like ain’t no way you’re staying sane after some bs like what happened in XTale

love that the explosive furby’s came into play tho

most of this is gonna be me crying over XChara I love him sm he’s so silly and he’s my favorite little scrimblo ever

MF XASRIEL STABBED XCHARA’S SOUL LIKE HELLO?.????

I had to rewatch that scene because I didn’t see the thorns coming out Xasriel’s hand BUT DAMN HELLO???????

my poor boy he doesn’t deserve this

he genuinely cares about what’s happening and hates standing by and doing nothing

also I hope i’m not the only one who saw the tiny faded text while XMettaton was fighting Undyne

the “I am him! (he is trapped within me)” and the “(please, I want to throw up)”

AND FRISK TALKED (barely)

sans is fucking traumatized man, he’s just given up-

Papyrus making jokes about the fucking merciless runs Frisk did “OVER MY MILLIOnTH BEHEADED BODY” like man 💀 honestly I feel that-

CROSS AND GENO !!!!!!!!

the two funny guys meet

I like how Cross still cares about the locket despite probably fucking hating XChara for like, everything rn

then again, it wasn’t XChara that gave it to him, it was XFrisk, so.

also bestie wtf was that unlimited vial for ??????

XGaster really said “here bestie take this. it doesn’t benefit you at all 🥰”

I was wondering how the new outfit would be introduced

also loving how Fresh!Ink’s weapon is those marker-swords every kid made when they had the chance

error really going through it huh 😔

core is so silly I want to be their best friend they’re so silly and nice

I wonder how the people across the world feel about XMettaton’s “OVERDRIVE”

like “wait it was daytime like 5 minutes ago what happened”

“daylight savings???????”

“…it’s????? 2pm??????”

I bet that conversation happened

I wonder how Frisk and XChara are gonna team up, because we know it’s gonna happen, we see it in the intro, Frisk and XChara with the save button

I had this theory that it would happen by XChara running away, Frisk thinking he’s like the others and trying to hurt people, Fight (?) ensues between XChara and maybe Papyrus or Asgore, trying to protect Frisk, XChara explains everything then boom besties but now i’m not sure because of the whole thing with XChara needing “pure determination” to defy XGaster.

I also remember seeing a theory on reddit about the names of each XTale character’s battle themes being foreshadowing for season 2, it was something about how XPapyrus seems to really really hate being on XGaster’s side, and his battle theme’s name is deceit, so maybe he’s lying about his loyalty to XGaster or something along those lines

and it would make sense, but it makes me question the names of everyone else’s battle theme, specifically XFrisk’s, being “Duplicity”

Duplicity definition: deceitfulness; double-dealing

synonyms: two-facedness, decietfulness, deception, funny business, shenanigans, you get the idea

if this whole “Battle theme names being foreshadowing” theory is true, then is he also lying to XGaster about his loyalty? or, to my dismay, would he be lying about something else later on…?

straight up, XMuffet’s is Insurrect, and us americans, after what happened on january 6th 2021, know what insurrection means.

so is XMuffet going to start a rebellion? how?

ALSO I CANNOT FUCKING GET OVER THE FACT THAT THEY BROUGHT THE FUCKING ARMY INTO THIS

MFS BROUGHT GUNS TO A KNIFE AND LAZERS FIGHT

idk something about the idea of someone trying to point a gun at XGaster or something just is so funny to me

and before I stop rambling, let it be known

XFlowey will give me nightmares 🥰

#grape flavored ramblings #XTale #Underverse #Underverse 0.7 #spoilers

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k1d1c4rus · 4 months

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ao3 user jehoney, my non-existent firstborn child for any gabe and pete cboyz lore that you can share?

xoxo ur friend, ao3 user wentzp0rta 😘

wentzp0rta SO GOOD TO SEE YOU 😚😚😚

this was so much fun to imagine I hope u enjoy <3

gabe and pete meet very early on in both their careers, they're both shooting straight porn, a threesome scene with an Older Woman (its a milf threesome scene. okay. are you happy) they r both like flaming (barely) closeted bisexuals standing there like wowwww haha this is kinda gay isn't it like we're both here with our cocks out wow nice cock bro what if after this we went back to yours and sucked each other's cocks idk….. basically they're both endlessly amused by how Gay straight porn is, until pete is kind of like “well like. have u ever done gay porn?” and gabe is like “yeah dude it pays like crazy. it's full of straight dudes tho” and pete's brain starts going into overdrive like hmmm interesting. maybe i could help fix that. they r besties from then on out. gabe's there for pete's ensuing Exploring His Sexuality Era which involves a lot of messy nights out and bathroom floor breakdowns and stoned DMCs and about six months where pete sleeps on his couch (in his bed, it's a figure of speech) before he moves in with andy. gabe is obviously the first person pete calls when he and joe talk about starting clandestine. they have crazy good sex bc they know each other so well and really enjoy riling each other up - I'm talking biting scratching laughing sex, pete loves to be a little brat with gabe especially bc he knows he isn't afraid to put him in his place

#cboyz #clandestine boyz #fic lore #honey answers #this ask really lived up to ur username <333 #gabe s #p wentz

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checkers-dance · 10 months

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checkers. oomfie. bestie. have u heard the album preview for changkyun's album.... i want to hear ur thoughts....

I WAS JUST WONDERING WHEN THAT WOULD BE COMING OUT. Overdrive's lighting reminds me of the vibe from the god damn mv, but w a v diff color scheme. Changkyun just has this surreal club vibe in his mvs it seems. As for the song itself I liked the latter part of it more than the first part, altho I feel like this is a song that will end up growing on me when I hear it and the more I listen to it. I like the vibe for blame, I feel like this one will easily go into my playlist the first time I listen to it. Also did I hear him wrong or did changkyun say "feeling deep inside of me" 🧐🧐🧐. I think dumb seems alright but I just can't get over changkyun's poses in the preview and I think it's affecting my thoughts on the song 😭😭😭. I RLLY like habits - from the song to the outfit to the vibe of it, I would implant that aesthetic into my brain if I could. I'm so excited to hear the full song. I liked more but changkyun saying "u know I'm driving so deep in u" is not helping the switch allegations. Good for him tho, he has the range. The mx bdsm comeback may not be real but changkyun is trying his best to make up for it w horny anthems. HELP changkyun standing on the ladder like that in not sorry....how did they even get him up there like that.............the way he's sitting would make it so easy for him to fall 😭😭😭😭. I like the song tho, it has a subtle jazzy modern vibe that I enjoyed. Overall I'm excited to see what the album is like!

#asks

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hyenadon · 7 months

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some ramblings!!! some mention of previous bad mental health, paranoia, alcoholism. But overall a post abt how nice it is to be slowly but surely growing through that

Okay so like. Every single second in every way I get to make my apartment into more of a permanent (at least until august next year, probably gonna renew the lease again, I really do love living here) home I feel soooooo fucking happy and it relaxes me SOOOO fucking much.

in 2020 I was living w my parents and I truly cannot describe the high level of alcoholism and self hate and misery I was in. I was so totally out of control and in this awful pit of shame and I had no control over myself or my life or living situation. I was blackout drunk for....most of that year. Throwing up constantly. Screaming fights w my parents ALL the time, literally 2-3 times a week. Just so fucking terrible.

When I finally moved out it was blanket nest on the floor, shitty basement apartment. And obvi I got my furniture and shit but it was still really just mentally bad for me?? Like I was still drinking so SO SO much, constantly drinking enough to puke probably 3-4 times a week. I was hurting myself. I was showing up to work hours late and I almost got fired. I was also having such awful vivid dreams and was so like. Idk I was in such overdrive that every time a piece of lint moved across the floor or I heard a tiny scuffle I thought it was bugs or rats in my apartment crawling over me. I also thought on multiple occasions that someone was breaking into my apartment. Just fuckin terrible overall.

And y'all when I decided to move back to my fave neighborhood, I told my bestie that like. I knew it was going to be good for me. I think I said to them st like "it's not going to fix all my problems but I think it's going to make me happier"

And y'all.

It's been abt a year and 4 months since I moved back to RP and like. That happiness started fucking immediately. The actual growth was slower. But god fucking damn it's been growth.

I stopped showing up late to work. I actually got a raise and a promotion and I might gun for another raise soon (maybe let's give it till next may...idk...). I started cooking a looottttt more and I'm like super enjoying it instead of it being a horrible chore. It's still such a fucking chore sometimes tho. But like for instance I fucking love making chicken stock now. And drying my own herbs and spices! And I like cleaning again because it makes my space feel special, and my own. I decorate a lot more too because I feel confident that I won't like, be evicted, or have to move, anytime soon. And I just! Fucking love it!

I'm not on meds or doing therapy so I feel like I should be given bonus points for like. Going from paranoid dreams and drinking till I piss myself to like. Hyperfocusing on cleaning and cooking because it always leaves me w a smile on my face. All of this was just emotional work. i did this. It wasn't meds or therapy its just me doing the emotional work to like. feel safe.

It's pretty decent. I like my life rn. It's not perfect but. It's pretty okay.

#personal

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ladyinthebluebox · 2 years

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wip wednesday? me? unheard of, i know.

her character sheet comes together slowly most but it... comes together. still. with tremendous support and help from my bestie @jeannedarcprice *bless your angel soul my friend*

some more art/inspiration rambles under the cut...

well... i have no bloody idea what gear turned itself in my head at the literal beginning of this year but... here we are, i guess. somewhere close to the end of 2021 i got possessed with the idea of a redesign for my dearest Derry that would be inspired &/or influenced in some way by polish/slavic folk costumes. ever since my brain is working on overdrive thinking about how to join the staple Dalish shapes and elements with the folk elements. i'm having a fun time with it tho also probably way too little sleep, and it's been a full month A MONTH since i started sketching this thing... which is an achievement 'cause if you've known me for more than 5 minutes you probably know that i sleep on heaps upon heaps of ambitious projects both art and writing alike that never get finished. barely any project of mine really gets finished for that matter.

Muses give me strength 'cause i would really like to do some Skyhold outfits and armour... at least the final version that lives in the back of my head for i dunno how many years now... cross your fingers and toes for me. please.

Bonus for those who got through my babbling - a big messy board of some of my inspirations:

#lady's wips #lady's art #wip wednesday #i know i keep boasting about it but please let me #i'm proud of myself for getting back to some proper arting again #it's a an achievement™ in itself for me #also bless jeannie for the colouring powers i do not possess

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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imagine: travelling performer (like from a circus ig) that's besties with Zhongli

i imagine these two constantly talking about other nations and how was their experience in said nations

zhongli would be mad excited about the dangerous tricks they can do, is he scared shitless? oh absolutely. does it look really cool tho? yeah he is and he wants to know how long it took to get that trick down.

he may or may not put up a pillar of his to see what cool trick they'll do

i had this thought sometime ago and thought yes zhongli would be adorable with them as besties

I don't know if this is sacrilege but I think Yanfei's outfit could fit in a circus. Or to be more accurate, her outfit looks like those performer clothes. I'm probably glossing over a lot of cultural references so don't take this that seriously but idk, the red and white remind me of a circus.

But back on topic. Yes. This is valid. This just popped into my mind but holy shit- I want a platonic Beidou and Zhongli right now. Beidou seems so fun and such an opposite to Zhongli, I am suddenly fueled by the need to see these two together.

That's so fucking cute tho! Being a travelling performer, going through all the different places in Teyvat. My brainworms are ringing in my ears rn and this is completely off topic but level with me here. I'm a huge softie for reunion fics so imagine Aether and Paimon managing to catch Zhongli around Liyue except he seems a lot happier lately? Perhaps something good happened? They are happy for their friend but it's so weird seeing the ever-calm Zhongli show so much emotion. Naturally, they go to Childe to see if he has any idea (because secretly Aether and Paimon are incredibly nosy) but Childe doesn't know either. Zhongli has been using him as a glorified wallet more often but he just assumed that something got the Archon's interest. So the only other person to ask is Hu tao. But trying to get a straight answer from her is impossible. The most Aether could find out was that Zhongli asked for some time off. Now they were really interested because Zhongli, literally Morax that never took a day off for 6000 years, is asking for time off. There's something suspicious so they follow Zhongli around and what's this? He's meeting up with someone?

And end scene. Haha, maybe I'll continue this later but I wanted to spit that out real quick.

You know when you see someone about to fall, and even if you're 20 feet away from them, you still stick your hands out to catch them even though it's impossible for you to extend your arms that far. That's Zhongli the first time he sees you perform. You're going to give this poor man a heart attack. But after that, it's just pure child-like excitement. Honestly, I've been talking about OCs with fulltimeventisimp a lot lately so my entire brain is in overdrive of making this reader a playable unit that synergizes well with Zhongli. Just for pillar shenanigans.

#gloomyyyboo #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin impact zhongli #genshin zhongli x reader #genshin impact zhongli x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #super duper big mwah #lovely person #ask

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anika-ann · 3 years

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WINSoD - Pt.5

If One Should Fall...

Type: series, soulmate AU series (part 1, part 2, part 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 3120

Summary: In which distribution of forces on the stones-retrieving mission changes. Because— reasons.The reason being a special visit someone pays you.

Warnings!: skip to post-Infinity War and the summary of it - you can imagine; deaths, violence....briefly tho, + language, mention of the inability to bear children, brief suicidal thoughts, kinda religious motives because SPN

A/N: Enormous time skip, because obviously CA:CW didn’t happen and the timeline is changed from canon already. Also, the title (What I’d Never Say or Do had I been in my right mind) is reeeeeally applicable in this one and somehow… it felt right to connect the chapters like this. Do not murder me…?

Part 4

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Forever was a funny word. A funny concept, perhaps. People always said they wished for some moments to last forever and what they meant was for them to last as long as possible, with no change in sight. Or they said that something unpleasant felt like it lasted forever, their souls craving an end of the misery, a fundamental change as the polar opposite to the first case.

You lived through both in the past years.

Sitting on your ass in a Wakandian palace, watching a battle unfold in front of you, an ensemble of great warriors fighting yet another army from space, that felt like forever, a never-ending nightmare and you only got to watch.

It set a pattern for you for several more years to come. To only watch.

You watched an alien creature steal the sceptre that the Avengers had decided to store in the palace and it did so while killing everything in its way. Princess Shuri had the great idea of hiding you and cuffing you so you wouldn’t stand in the creature’s path while she tried to stop it with the others. She ended up in shattered glass, only unconscious, as if thanks to a miracle.

You watched as… as she fell apart to ashes only minutes later; just like many, oh so many others.

Half of the population, they said.

Thanos, The Mad Titan, had wiped half of all living creatures.

The moment was carved into your brain forever. And the eternal time you waited for anyone to come back from the battle, to see Steve alive, because God, please, let him live – yes, that sure as hell felt like forever too.

Lives were lost. Bucky, Sam, Ryan, Wanda, Pietro, Peter, Shuri, T’Challa, Strange, Fury… the list went on and on. All of them, gone. Forever.

The world changed. Avengers ow officially didn’t exist and yet recruited new members all over the freakin’ space, which was the only way of finding out Tony Stark, who had disappeared on a spaceship, in fact, survived.

The missions of the greatest defenders of Earth changed as well. Some members took off to start a family, lucky enough to still have a partner to do so. Or to have the ability to pass their genes.

You couldn’t. Or maybe Steve couldn’t, it didn’t matter. You never pried after the source of your inability to have children; you two were one, a unity. You didn’t want to know so you could point fingers. You could tell Steve blamed himself, as well as he knew that your irregular period was definitely not helping. You made your peace. In fact, you admired Tony for finding the courage to create an environment for a child in this mad world; your lack of faith in being able to do the same had the opportunity rose ironically helped you to come to terms with the fact of your body was not functioning right.

In a way, it only drew you and Steve closer. You had valued each other before, yes, but now… you truly were like one. You backed him up in how he decided to honour Sam’s memory by starting a support group and he was the one to sense that in a search for reassurance, strangely materialistic, you craved an official bond with him, despite never saying a word.

You were Steve’s wife now – and you were each other’s rock, even during the poor attempt at defeating Thanos again.

Five years was a long time, a forever, one might say, but when Scott Lang, one of the people believed to been dusted, reappeared, forever and never became relative again.

Which led you to now; what was left of the Earth’s mightiest heroes was planning on retrieving the infinity stones.

Because they figured out how to time-travel.

Observing your reflection in the mirror, the circles under your eyes, you couldn’t but run your hand down your face and sigh.

You were still struggling with accepting the incredible fact of the possibility of coming back in time, yet you had to shush the hope inside you. Hope was a dangerous thing; certainly on such big scale as everything could being as it had been, hope that all the people who had lost their lives during the Snap could be resurrected.

As for a person who in fact had died once, it was easier for you to believe it was possible and you weren’t sure that it was a good thing. The fear of losing what you still had – read Steve, mainly – in the process, was paralyzing. It would mean your end, one you might deliver by yourself if it came to it, because you weren’t as strong as your husband. You wouldn’t make it through. Not after everything that happened.

You sighed again and tried to shake off the darkest thoughts.

When your eyes fell on the reflection again, a man stood behind your shoulder.

You spun on your heels and jerked away, your bottom bumping into the sink with a startled yelp escaping your lips.

In a fraction of second, several ways of defending yourself flashed through you mind; but the man was already three feet away; in a blink of an eye, before you could even move further.

Chest heaving with frantic breaths, hand over your heart, you stared at the intruder dressed in a three-piece suit and a red cravat. Of average height and maybe few pounds over healthy weight, smoothly shaven so his smirk could stand out, he looked… peculiar, especially given the fact he had found himself in the ladies’ room.

It shouldn’t have surprised you he spoke up with some kind of an accent on top of everything, but it did.

“Saving the world is exhausting, isn’t it?”

You stared at him, speechless. Your brain kicked into an overdrive, analysing how much of a threat he was, if he was like Pietro, too fast for Friday to catch him, or what was he-

“Who the-“

“I’m Crowley, darling. And you don’t need look so scared. If I wanted you dead, you’d be already lying here in a puddle of blood,” he reassured you like a sleazy businessman, all pretence at kindness.

You winced at the visual and narrowed your eyes.

“Alright, Crowley, what do you want? And what exactly are you?” you demanded, uncertain why you felt calm despite the man appearing out of thin air and speaking of you dying in the bloodiest way. Were you truly so numb these days?

He smiled, as if he was old friend. “I am a friend of Moose and Squirrel-“ What. “-or Sam and Dean, as you know them. I have no doubt they mentioned me. After all, my mother is assisting them more than she would like. You met her, incidentally.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure it out – you hadn’t met many people during your time with the Winchesters. This man… was probably a warlock. A witch. Rowena apparently had a son.

Well. Shit.

“Okay. So… you’re a witch or something. Means I shouldn’t trust you fully. Noted. Now what do you want?”

His face twisted in a theatrical insulted grimace, his palm laid on his chest as if you just shot him through the heart – which, by the way, would probably do nothing to him.

“First of all, I am here to help, so I don’t think you have other option than trusting me. Second of all, I am not a witch, I am the King of Hell, thank you very much-“

Somewhere in the back of your mind, Sam Winchester’s voice whispered something about the King of Hell having been Dean’s bestie for a while, which did not make you feel any better, only more confused.

“And thirdly… I’m here to tell you what you, my darling, need to do for this mission to be successful.”

You stared at him incredulously, his casual stance and animated speech bewildering, and had no clue what to make of it.

Yet, you let him speak. You let him give you the advice no one ever wanted to receive. Ever. But this sleazy man had told you about how he had saved the world before, side by side with the Winchesters and everything suddenly made sense.

Crowley, the King of Hell, answered the most burning question you had been asking yourself ever since coming back from the death, doing so more and more often these days.

Why.

Why were you given the second chance at life? Why you of all people? What was the purpose?

And now you knew.

Rowena was the greatest witch the supernatural world had ever created and she supposedly looked through all the possible futures she could. Tony had once told you, drunk and hurting, that Strange had done the same right before the battle and he only saw one way of how it could end with Thanos’ loss. Now Crowley told you the ‘one’ future was still in play, that everything was actually still on the way to the world’s victory.

The price of victory was high. History had taught you that.

But the price people paid for losing was higher.

And as much as you hated what you apparently had to do…

“Okay,” you rasped, guilt already gnawing at your chest, tears strolling down your face, fear eating you up from the inside, fear of unknown and yet known, instincts fighting the urge to do the right thing and finally actually help to the heroes you found yourself among while still useless.

You were only watching too long. Forever, one might say.

“Okay?” he echoed, clearly surprised by your antics.

You only nodded, wiping away your tears and forcing your breathing to calm and steady. There was no way you could go back to the base of operating in the living room like this. You needed to be a fucking grown-up. Grown-ups had to be okay with not being okay. You must finally become worthy of being Captain Amer- Steve’s wife.

“Yes, Crowley. I’ll do it. Though I still have no idea why you came here to tell me. Aren’t you supposed to be the bad guy?” you teased him lightly, your mouth speaking its will without permission, the question only half-expecting an answer.

“Well, my darling. It’s the end of the world as we know it. It doesn’t matter now if you’re good or bad. Not if you want the world not to end.”

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You were a terrible actress; a Razzies-nominee kind of actress. You couldn’t lie to save your life (the irony of such statement was not lost on you, yet it wasn’t properly appreciated either) and you were aware of the fact that Steve liked that about you. You could never lie to him. So you never tried.

You knew you couldn’t break that streak now, because he would see right through you. So you stooped lower than ever. Omitting the truth. Lying by not sharing the whole story. Whether you could make that work, only time would tell.

When you finally managed to compose yourself – at least more or less – and exited the bathroom, you found out that not much had changed. The team was still debating the details of best approach, uncertain but determined expressions on their faces.

Steve spared once glace at you and instantly was able to tell something was wrong. He hid you from the view of the others by his broad figure, concerned eyes scanning your face, observing and searching for any clue; for the source of your distress. As if the fact that they were – you all were, even if they didn’t know yet – about to time travel wasn’t enough to give one palpitations and serious stress-induced headache.

His tender fingers tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear as if it would help the mess your hairstyle must have been. A small encouraging smile graced his lips despite his own mind no doubt weighted down by numerous worries.

He didn’t have to ask for you to start talking, the brilliant colour of his eyes sweet and inviting enough.

“What if something goes wrong?” you questioned in a hushed whisper, not having to pretend to have such haunting thought. “What if… I don’t even want to think about what could it be. You’re going to need someone capable to pull you out. I am… I am not that capable. Definitely not when it comes to science of time-travel.”

Despite Steve acting like a human shield, your concerns were acknowledged by everyone, their heads snapping your direction. Steve, feeling all the curious eyes, cleared his throat and gently took your arm, leading you away from the prying ears.

“….excuse us for a second,” he hummed absently, waiting until he was out of earshot to speak with you again. “Doll… what- what is this really about?”

“What do you mean-“ you bluffed lamely in an instant, but the look Steve gave you shut you up.

“I know you, sweetheart. You can’t lie to me.”

If you weren’t dreading what you were about to do, you might throw a ‘watch me’ back at him. Instead, you aimed for an irritated tone – one that would be justified in case he would truly be questioning the claim you were about to point out.

“So you think I’m not afraid for you?”

A frown crossed over his face, his palm on your bicep tightening before he eased his hold to brush his thumb over the very same spot. “No! That’s not- I just know there’s something more. What is it?”

Gulping and averting his gaze, because the intense burn of genuine concern was unbearable, your mind raced with the effort to find the right words.

Your stomach was tied in tight knots, turning at the idea of playing Steve, more so for such nefarious purpose. But how else you could have convinced him that it couldn’t in fact be him and Natasha going to Vormir to retrieve the soul stone?

“I… I want to help. I need to help, Steve. You’re— you're so strong, always the hero and I’m not even close, I-“

“-need to prove my worth?” he finished easily, a knowing look in his eyes, and fuck him, how did he know—

He might not understand fully, he had no way of knowing what Crowley told you to do, but still, Steve was still able to recognize what fuelled your determination, what were your motives.

You opened your mouth uselessly, a shaky exhale brushing Steve’s face as he lowered his head to you, his eyes wide and genuinely troubled. God, you couldn’t bare the intensity of his gaze.

“Christ, doll. Where’s this coming from? Don’t be rid-“ From the corner of your eye, you saw him lick his lips as he swiftly cut himself off before calling you ridiculous. His large warm palms framed your face, forcing you to lock your gaze with his, passionate words accented by the burning fire of his irises. “You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. Not to them, certainly not to me. You are my everything and you are the most amazing person I have ever met-“

You closed your eyes, a soft smile tugging at your lips despite your better judgement. You never doubted Steve’s feelings, yet he was always quick to reassure you, having the patience of a saint whenever he noticed a hint of insecurity.

“I know. I swear I know that, I know how you feel, but- let me do this. What if… what if you don’t come back? What if you don’t come back and I’d be just sitting here, knowing I could have done something, but I didn’t. You’re too familiar with that feeling, Steve. Please. Let me come with you,” you pleaded in a hushed voice, hating you reminded him of losing you, but knowing it might be effective. “You know you can protect me when it comes to it.”

Brows drawn together, Steve observed you, baffled and yet understanding at the same time, torn between the instinct to have you protected at the compound and the responsibility he felt towards this mission. This was the fight of your lives; deep down, he must have known he couldn’t afford to jeopardize that even if it came to you. Which, naturally, didn’t mean he had to like it.

A clearing of one’s throat that sounded a bit like a clap of thunder interrupted your staring contest and you both glanced towards Bruce’s huge green form in the doorway, sheepish expression comical on his massive face.

“…sorry to interrupt, but… we kinda all think she has a point so-“

Steve’s sucked in air between his teeth, letting his hands drop from you face, only for one of them to run through his hair, the other balling in a fist.

You shrugged, the battle of emotions – victory and defeat at the same time, because God, why – no doubt visible on your face as Steve turned his attention solely to you once more.

“I’ll give you guys another sec…” Bruce hummed, backing out of the door, leaving you to deal with clearly irritated and reluctant Steve.

Thanks, buddy.

Wordlessly, Steve’s fingers slipped beneath your jaw, pulling you in for one of the strangest kisses of your life. H poured all his emotions into one simple gesture, hungry and intense, intimate wet sound of a dirty encounter of mouths echoing in the otherwise silent room. You allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of Steve’s lips on yours, in his arm grabbing you and pressing flush against his hard chest; it was all too harsh for anyone to believe it was not a display of affection of a half-desperate man.

Breathless and with vertigo nearly overcoming you, you rested your forehead against Steve’s, mirroring his action once you parted. His eyes were closed shut, as if too heavy to kept open, but you could see that something in his expression shifted; you and Bruce won.

Peripherally, you noticed Crowley’s faint figure, the shortest of appearances as he nodded in approval and goodbye. You suspected he did something so Steve gave in; you didn’t care what and how, hoping it didn’t harm your soulmate.

Tears stung in your eyes when you realized what was to come and you forced them to be kept at bay, shutting your eyes close again.

“Fine, have it your way,” Steve rasped, his voice clearly irked, yet resigned. “But if you get one scratch on you, doll, just one, I’ll hold you responsible.”

No, you won’t.

You charmed a guilty smile, a lame tiny thing, and he inhaled sharply, only for huffing the air out.

“How could I, having my chivalrous man by my side?”

It earned you a kiss on your forehead, Steve’s fingers interlacing with yours when you made your way back to the other room where everyone waited.

Oh, how much it now hurt, the amount of faith Steve could put into you, charmed by your teary smile, that little thing puling on his heartstrings.

Oh, just how much it would hurt…

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Part 6

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This chapter might seem a bit strange, but hopefully it fits the atmosphere of Infinity War and Endgame…

Thanks for being here. I love you for your encouragement :-*

P.S. Here, have the last part of a SPN guide - visuals and references for Amara (God’s sister who gave back ‘reader’s’ memories) and Crowley (from this chapter).

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OMG I LIKE YOUR HEADCANONS !! I know I was going to like your headcanons before reading them coz I always like your fics so much!! A weekend getaway ahhhhh! Especially the driving!!!!!! And omg feeding him snackies :(((((((( THE ONE BED TROPE 😭 CRYING! Junhui can definitely be your boyfriend! In my head you are mc's bff 🙈 normally when I think of ideas, I imagine idols and my friends or mutuals! But I don't have muse for mc yet 🙈 This mc is be very intelligent and quiet but actually playful and witty! Somne who can keep soonyoung on his toes like? But also be caring and sweet 💔 Once I heard someone describe a caracter as "soft heart , smart mouth" and I think that's my goal! Coz soonyoung personality is so big and he can be loud but hes said many times that at end of the day, he needs something or someone to relax him down! And I just have this feeling that he will like someone intelligent who he can have deep conversations with, but playful enough to even discuss weird things 🙈 One vlive when dino ,Wonwoo and soonyoung were discussing chicken eggs skskskksk 🙈 soonyoung was so invested in the discussion! even tho it was somewhat funny and weird discussion! Soonyoung likes to care for people! so I think mc can be somewhat of a baby 🙈 like someone who likes beig cared for! Look at me matchmaking for him skksssksksk 💔 I'm so whipped!! And already this ask got long 🙈 I will send you another! I just talk so much to you 😭 - 🌴

🥺 Thank you for enjoying my fics and my silly little headcanons!! 🥺

That's so cute that you imagine your friends or your mutuals as characters 💛 It's also really interesting how you don't have a muse for the mc yet, but you seem to know how you want her personality to be !! I think I'm crushing on her a bit 😳

"Soft heart, smart mouth" I LOVEE THATT. That's how I aspire to be LOL. She seems to complement Soonyoung really well :-( We all need a bestie who can balance us out !! Someone to be crazy with, but also someone who can anchor us *sigh* 🥺 They'd be the ultimate power couple 😭 Why can't she see that ?? 😢 He'd baby her :-( pleasee, now I don't know if I'm crushing on her or if I want to be her. Nothing makes me softer than best friends to lovers 💔💔 I don't know how she's been immune to his charms for this long. He may be joking, but my pea sized brain would overthink !!1 And my feelings would kick into overdrive !!! She's one of God's strongest soldiers, isn't she :')

Omg I know that vlive!! It was so hilarious ! Somehow, Soonyoung started advocating for lgbtq+ rights for chickens lkjdalks. We stan the right man 😭

#ask #anon #🌴 anon

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