What if the barbershop quartet was an inside joke of the Commandos?
It began because Dugan made fun of Bucky’s harmonica playing (“This ain’t cross country on a boxcar, Barnes.”), until Dugan realized he couldn’t play for shit, at which point Dugan took it upon himself to laud his skills as a baritone. His boasting didn’t do his skills justice; his voice was rich and deep and Steve could feel it in his teeth when Dugan really belted a note out.
Steve made ridiculous requests of them (and sometimes, made up songs he wanted them to sing). It was on the third such occasion that Dugan turned a sly smile on Bucky before turning smugly in Steve’s direction.
“What about you, Cap? Of any of us, you were the one on tour. How’s about you sing us a little something for once.”
Steve denied being able to carry a tune (untrue; but he couldn’t sing like Dugan and he was a little embarrassed, now that he had a body that could do everything better than everyone, to lack in an area. It was strange uncomfortable feeling and he didn’t want to dwell on it too long).
Steve only relented when the other Commandos insisted and between he and Dugan and Bucky -and Morita, who began banging on the table they were seated around in time with the tune- they did a fair job of the Andrews sisters.
It became something of a habit, when they were back at base between missions, Dernier and Gabe eventually joining in as well and lending voices and instruments (Dernier could play the spoons which seemed like an odd skill, to Steve, given Dernier’s explosives expertise. He could never quite say why it seemed strange, just that it did).
It wasn’t often they’d done it, they weren’t at base all that often despite the fact they never missed an opportunity to sing and play together when they were there. And otherwise, there hadn’t been much free time that allowed for carefree noise. But when Natasha had asked about his weekend plans and Steve responded before he could really think, he found it hard to listen to anything but the Andrews sisters for the next week.
In season one, Isak says "you really don't know?" when Eva asks why he told everyone she had hooked up with Chris. What do you think would've happened if she'd guessed Jonas? Because she obviously didnt think it'd be her that he liked.
hey you! this is a super interesting question. I just watched that particular scene to kind of gather my thoughts on it and it really is striking to see how Isak never outright tells Eva it’s her he has feelings for and instead simply goes along with the conclusions Eva comes to. like, he had the opportunity to offer her the best lie on a silver platter but he never does, just gives her small crumbs of truth instead and lets her create a fake version of events he can hide behind.
I’m quite sure that by this point especially, Isak was absolutely exhausted of having to keep so many secrets, and especially the biggest one, the one he held closest to his heart. and he wanted Eva to know the truth, the real reason he had done what he did and he’d have absolutely admitted to it if Eva had outright asked him if it was Jonas he had feelings for. you can see it in the way he looks at her during their conversation, like he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, the desperate please, please, please just guess right so I can tell you and then maybe I won’t be so alone anymore written on his face. thing is though, she never did and giving an honest answer to a question is a world away from taking charge and throwing your truth into the world without being specifically asked to.
Isak wanted his secrets out there but at that point in time, at least, he had no idea how to get it out of his head and into the universe and so he needed someone else to think of the right words to say. Eva had the chance and I do think that in any other situation she would have guessed correctly, would have found the right words for him, the way she did when she connected the dots about Noora and William, but in that kitchen she was, of course, too wrapped up in what was going on in her own universe to have a place for someone else’s. if she’d guessed right, everything would have changed, I think, but the universe said, oh, no, not yet and and that’s just how it sometimes goes.
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Bakugou was tired and sore after training, so when he came back to his dorm room that evening he was fairly happy to see his partner already in his bed. It was late, and laying cuddled up next to you was the perfect way to calm down after training. When he closed the door, you stirred, sitting up to meet your boyfriends gaze before pausing to rub your eyes free of sleep and smile at him. “Hey, Katsuki.” You greet, slipping out of bed to stand in front of him.
He pauses for a second, scanning your body more then your face. A familiar oversized shirt hung from your shoulders to your mid-thighs. His face broke into a smirk when he took in how it clung to your curves, the way it was too large for you. And the obvious lack of any other clothing didn’t go unnoticed either; the blonde raised one eyebrow and scoffed slightly. “Is that my shirt?” His voice was gruff and deliciously low as his crimson gaze moved from your exposed thighs back up to your eyes.
“Yeah..” You start, looking down and then smiling as you stepped closer. “You don’t mind, do you?” You don't really ask this, as much as state it like a fact, your hand reaching to rest on his muscled forearm. His skin is warm at the touch; he'd just been training after all. The blonde placed one hand behind your head, pulling your lips to meet his. Already parted, the kiss was immediately greedy and his tongue quickly made its way into your mouth; you’d fight him for dominance but it was fairly useless at this point. Katsuki Bakugou was dominant to a tee.