• me:*takes a deep breath*
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So…I haven’t gone public with much of my Cap 3 ~Feelings, but since learning that @knightinironarmor was recently inundated with comments from people who apparently think she needs to “stay in her lane” or whatever, I feel compelled to point out that if you’re not interested in Steve’s teammates, then you’re probably willfully overlooking at least one of the entire franchise’s running themes: teamwork.

Maybe I’m swayed by my ensemble bias, but as far as I can tell, Cap 3 was a successful ensemble movie that happened to have ‘Captain America’ in the title – and, to varying degrees, so were the other two. More than any other Avenger with his own franchise, Steve is inextricably linked with functioning on a team: his first solo mission isn’t even official, and it’s to save the people who become his first team, while his second ends with his ostensible death, and even then, he gets Peggy on the line so he isn’t alone. As of becoming a fully-fledged member of the SSR, he only operates with the Commandos; in Avengers, he obviously joins a new team and is nominated to lead; in Winter Soldier, though Nick warned him against trusting anyone, he trusts Natasha and accepts Sam’s help, and then is later joined by Maria and Nick when they defer to him; and in AoU, Steve gets the cheesy as fuck “Together” line and means it . Steve’s entire franchise is about comraderie and trust and teamwork, has been from the beginning, and that didn’t change in Cap 3 just because the “macro team” appeared to split. In fact, all Cap 3 really did was give us twice as much Teamwork as any of the previous movies had; Steve had his Stop Zemo from Unleashing a Bunch of Super Soldiers Task Force, and Tony had his Stop Steve Before Someone Hurts Him For Real Security Squad.

And it’s all still ultimately about Steve, okay? One team is trying to save him from doing something reckless; the other team is aiding him. On top of championing superhero accountability, Tony is also, on a very intimate level, trying to save his friend and teammate from being made an example of. So at no point does Tony’s POV diminish Cap 3 as a Cap movie, at least not as far as I can tell – but his absence, and the absence of anyone else, sure would have.

Ian is depressed:

Ian does his best:

Ian is suicidal:

Ian eats pastry:

Ian isn’t honest:

Ian is bored:

Ian is here:

Ian leaves:

Ian is queer:

Ian drinks tea:

Ian asks a question:

Ian is cheeky:

Ian is a secret agent

This is complete self-indulgent crap. I needed it after the BS of the last few days. Sue me.


Liam had to give it to her. She was good. Very good. She had clearly done this before. Do models have to take a course in seduction or is it just a natural talent that comes with infuriatingly good looks?

Liam had his own gifts though and was planning on using them to his advantage. You see, Liam doesn’t like losing and he wasn’t about to start tonight. He was persistent by nature and wasn’t about to be deterred by some random pretty girl. She could give him that million dollar smile or keep touching his arm like that all night and it still wouldn’t matter. Liam knew in his heart Zayn was meant for him. He felt it almost from the moment they met. They had a connection. They all knew it, no one more than Liam.

Zayn felt…..well, he felt significant to Liam and it was perhaps the only reason why Liam had hesitated with Zayn. Somewhere in the recess of his soul he knew that Zayn would be life-changing for him and Liam had, quite frankly, felt overwhelmed. Wasn’t twenty-three too young to be thinking about forever and rings and bassinets? Zayn had done that. Zayn had made him go there.

Her high-pitched laughter snapped Liam out of his reverie. “Oh my God, Zayn, you’re so funny!” she giggled squeezing Zayn’s forearm and flipping her long blonde hair aside with practiced ease. Liam rolled his eyes and looked away. This had been going on all night since they had arrived at the karaoke bar. It had been like a contest between her and Liam for Zayn’s attention. Zayn would try talking to Liam and there she was, interrupting with some inane anecdote about how modeling was “like so hard, Zayn” or some other equally ridiculous claim. Even the other boys hadn’t been able to say more than two words to their friend. He was going to kill Harry for bringing her here. This was their thing. Liam didn’t care that she was Harry’s biggest client. They all knew she was out to get Zayn. 

“Did Harry show you the pics from Tahiti yet, Zayn? I just finished doing a photoshoot there for Sports Illustrated! Crazy, right? Here, let me show you!” she said as she pulled out her phone and started scrolling for said pictures. Zayn thankfully looked a bit put-out by her relentless attention. He looked over at Liam with pleading eyes and Liam finally had enough. Time to shut her down.

Taking a final swig from what had to be his fourth drink of the night, he got up swiftly and announced to the group, “Okay,  I’m up next, guys. Let’s do this!” Louis whooped and clapped, the rest of the boys following his lead.

“Yes, Payno! Show ‘em how it’s done, mate!” Louis cheered as Liam went up to the DJ with his song selection. When the song popped up on the screen, the bar crowd clapped and whistled approvingly.

“Oh my god! Is he for real?” Niall asked looking at Louis with wide-eyes.

“Holy shit. She finally pushed him too far!” Louis said looking a tad alarmed. Zayn looked towards them with his trademark smirk, looking a combination of flustered and amused as he turned his chair towards the stage. His blond admirer on the other hand looked nothing short of irritated that Zayn’s attention was no longer on her.

Just then the unmistakable first notes of the song played, forcing their gaze to fall on Liam who looked a bit too cocky, no doubt due to the liquid courage coursing through his veins.

“I’ve been really tryin’, baby
Tryin’ to hold back these feeling for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Then come on, oh come on” 

The minute Liam’s voice sang those first iconic lyrics the crowded bar practically roared to life. The cheering increased and people crowded near the stage to finally hear someone do the classic justice. Liam for his part, didn’t hold back. He knew he could sing plus he had a point to make.

‘Let’s get it on, oh baby
Lets get it on, let’s love baby
Let’s get it on, sugar
Let’s get it on, whoa’

Zayn’s jaw practically hit the floor when Liam quite blatantly locked eyes with him as he sang those lyrics coupled with a rather obscene hip thrust. The crowd didn’t miss it, whistling lewdly and clapping like it was the best thing they’d ever seen. 

“Oh my fucking god! He did not just…” Harry said to the other boys, who were looking equally stunned.

Liam serenaded Zayn completely unashamed, smirking at him suggestively and gyrating like it was going out of style.

‘We’re all sensitive people
With so much to give, understand me sugar
Since we got to be here
Let’s live, I love you’

Liam continued undeterred, spurred on by the enthusiastic reception everyone was giving him. Well, everyone except for her, who looked completely unimpressed by his antics. Watch this, he thought to himself.

Liam jumped off the stage, mic in hand and walked torturously slow towards Zayn who was now blushing furiously but unable to stop staring at the sexy man making his way towards him. Liam stared Zayn down and pointed a finger at him while he sang.

‘There’s nothin’ wrong with me
Lovin’ you, baby love, love
And givin’ yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true, oh baby’

“Oh Christ!” Louis exclaimed, rubbing his face nervously. “He’s completely lost the plot, mates.”

Liam stopped right in front of Zayn now, whose mouth had gone completely dry, his hands the exact opposite as he wiped them nervously on his jeans. The crowd was practically in a frenzy when Liam slowly sank to his knees before Zayn and continued to belt out the song, one hand on his chest for dramatic effect.

‘Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?
I’m askin’ you baby to get it on with me, oh oh’

Liam dragged a finger down the side of Zayn’s face, making the older boy swallow and bite his lip nervously but not once daring to look away. There was undeniable heat radiating between them and Zayn felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. 

‘I ain’t gonna worry, I ain’t gonna push
I won’t push you baby
So come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin’ round the bush, hey’

Liam winked at Zayn then (or tried to) and grabbed his chin quickly before rising again and making his way back to finish the rest of the song, flipping the mic like a pro a couple of times while the crowd clapped along with the last verse. Liam made quite a show of it to the last note, bowing dramatically while the crowd clapped, whistled and hollered for him. 

He jumped off stage and came back to their table, where four pairs of eyes stared at him in stunned silence. “Hey, Hazza, what happened to your friend?” he asks the green-eyed boy when he notices the girl is gone.

“What? Oh shit! Where’d she go? Gotta go find her, fuck!” Harry gets up and walks away in a hurry. “Thanks for that, Li!” 

Liam looks a bit smug when he thinks to himself ‘mission accomplished.’ He turns his attention to the two amber eyes and whispers, suddenly nervous “Was that bad?”

Zayn shakes his head smiling, pink still shading his cheeks. “I liked it. No one has ever sang for me before. It was…sexy.”

Liam flushes at the compliment. “Yeah? Do you…maybe wanna get outta here then?” he asks rubbing his hands together nervously.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Zayn stands and looks around for his jacket. 

“Yes, get the hell outta here! We’ve seen enough!” Niall yells at them, throwing a handful of peanuts at them. “Disgusting!”

They gladly oblige.


I just finished chapter eight and OH MY GOD 

I literally had to put the book down for a second like 

Originally posted by yourbasicaesthetics

Also half of that chapter gave me the real good feels and half of it gave me the fears and an extra ten percent is my sitting in agony