uh so i guess these kind of gifsets are my thing right now

a/n: the amount of schmoop in this fic is making me nauseous

“Hey guys, it’s Tony,” Tony greeted the camera with a wave. “Today I’m joined by a very special guest-” 

Steve laughed from behind the couch Tony was sitting on, making Tony throw his hands up frustratedly, yelling, “Oh my god, this is the 6th take, Steve!” 

Steve appeared from behind the couch in a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry, I just can’t-, ” he said before he was full on laughing again. 

Tony sighed, pretending to be annoyed despite the huge grin on his face. “Just, come here, you big dork.” 

Steve immediately moved to sit next to him, his hand wrapping around Tony’s trim waist, pulling him even closer. “Hi, guys.”  

Tony rolled his eyes, gesturing to Steve. “So, if you didn’t know, this is my boyfriend, Steve, or better known as The Captain here on Youtube. Today we’re going to do something all of you guys have been asking for a long, long, time, even before we even got together actually,” 

Steve chuckled. “We’re going to do the boyfriend tag.” 

“Happy?” Tony asked to the camera. “Now, to be honest, the questions on the boyfriend tag are overrated-

“They’re not really overrated-” 

“But they are questions that are frequently asked,” 

“And quite important to our love arc,” Steve said, nuzzling his nose on Tony’s shoulder and Tony hands went up to play with his hair. 

“Cheesy, but I agree. So let’s begin!” Tony clasped his hand together. “Where did we first meet?” 

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Guru

Summary: Cisco coaches Barry on how to confess to Caitlin. [Snowbarisco drabble]

Rating: T

Notes: Partly inspired by this Snowbarisco gifset. I do miss them. Pardon the silliness


“So, today’s the day,” Cisco said, rubbing his hands together. “Are you ready?”

“Er.” Barry fidgeted with a nearly shredded piece of paper in his hands. “Dude, I’m not so sure about this anymore—”

“Ah ah ah, Barry, no regressing. Let’s try this again. What’s the number one rule of being a warrior of love?”

Barry groaned. Ever since he confided in Cisco about his feelings for Caitlin a week ago, the former had taken on the role of a love guru with a maniacal gusto that had honestly scared Barry. He had only wanted a friend to share his realisation with, not a friend who would actually tell him to do something about it.

“Cisco, I swear, just because you were a success with Kendra doesn’t mean you should take this waaay too seriously—”

“Come on, we need to prep you before she gets back from feeding the meta-humans!” Cisco said urgently, and prompted, “Thou shalt not…?”

Barry sighed and duly answered, “Thou shalt not cower before declaring thy love for a woman.”

“And rule number two?”

“Before embarking on an endeavour of love, thou shalt do your research.“

"And what is our foremost resource for all things female?”

“Cosmo magazine.”

“And within the esteemed Cosmo, what is our seminal text on romantic confessions?”

“‘Top 10 Most Romantic Confessions Women Love: The Nerd-Friendly Edition.’”

“Excellent. Now let’s have a listen at yours.”

“I don’t even think Cait is a ‘Cosmo girl’—”

“Wait, we have to make this realistic. Pretend I’m Caitlin.” Cisco put his hands on his hips and jutted out his chest, and positioned a piece of hair above his right eye, presumably to mimic Caitlin’s bangs.

Barry raised a brow. “I don’t understand how this is supposed to be realistic…”

“Barry!” Cisco said in a high-pitched falsetto, biting his lower lip with exaggerated flourish. “You needed to speak with me?”

Barry laughed. “Dude, that is the worst impersonation of Caitlin ever—”

“What? I think it’s my most realistic to date. You did mention you liked the lip-bite.”

“Well, not on you!

“Potato, potato,” Cisco dismissed, and resumed speaking in falsetto. “What is it, Barry? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Barry shook his head and held back his laughter. It was at least helping him with his nerves. He really didn’t want to screw things up with Caitlin—they had known each other for so long, had skirted the line between platonic and romantic for so long, that Barry was at a loss at how to proceed. He wasn’t even certain if Caitlin liked him, but Cisco seemed to think that trivial—he said that given the right “method”, which he had dubbed “The Way of the Warrior of Love”, Caitlin would be responsive to him. Barry still wasn’t so sure, but at least he hadn’t angsted over the possibility of unrequited feelings over the past week. 

“Hey, Cait, uh, I have something… to tell you.”

“Yes? What is it?” Cisco fluttered his lashes.

“I lo—”

“Dude, wait,” he said, dropping his impersonation of Caitlin (much to Barry’s relief), “you can’t start with a straightforward declaration. You gotta butter her up for it first, you know, like use metaphors and all. That’s number 1 of the top 10 romantic confessions.”

“Cisco, we’re all scientists, not lit majors.”

“Yeah, but how hard could it be? I mean, all you have to do is use ‘like.’ Say, Caitlin, your bangs are like… a muddy waterfall…”

“How is that even romantic?”

Cisco paused. “Yeah, nah, never mind. You could probably wing metaphors as you go. How about telling her about the moment you felt all mushy for her?”

“I’m getting to that.”

“Okay, let’s do that.”

Barry cleared his throat and tried to read his handwriting on the much-abused paper in his hands. “Okay, here goes nothing.” He wiped a sweaty hand on his pants. “So, Cait, I guess I’ve always liked you—you’ve been there for me since I became the Flash, and you were there when Iris turned me down, and… and a million other little times, times that made me think that had me thinking, wow, I want to be with you. But our friendship was too important, and we were always with other people… The only time I really did think about maybe being something more with you was the night we went to the karaoke,” Barry paused and looked at Cisco. “Dude, this part is kind of for her ears only.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Cisco said suspiciously. “You guys had sexytimes and you never told me?”

“No! No, it was nothing like that, but just… It’s…”

“I’m kidding, dude. I understand. God I hope I never get a vibe of you guys… doing you know.”

Barry coughed. “That’d be awkward.”

“Yeah, definitely gross.” He fluffed his ‘bangs’ and reassumed his ‘Caitlin’ posture. “Okay, chop-chop, back to work!”

“Fine, fine. So anyway, um, the bottom line is, I guess, I’m in love with—”

“Hey guys! What’s happening? Who’s in love with what?”

Cisco and Barry startled at Caitlin’s voice, and scrambled back to the couch where they had been watching movies earlier in the morning. Barry shoved the piece of paper back into his pocket. “Uh,” he said. “Um…”

“Barry’s in love—” Cisco began, but before Barry could tackle him into the couch, he added hastily, “with a monster!”

Caitlin and Barry stared at him.

Cisco laughed nervously. “Er, you know, bad case of LSS. He’s in love! He’s in love! He’s in love with a monste-er! Hit me! HIT ME! HIIIIIIAAAAAT ME!

“Is that the song you’ve been playing on loop?” Caitlin said. “I don’t think those are the lyrics…”

“Sure it is,” Cisco chirped. “Anyway, gotta go. I… am getting… a vibe that the pizza delivery is here!”

He left, still humming to the tune of the Fifth Harmony song, and surreptitiously gave Barry a thumbs up before he slipped out of the Cortex.

Caitlin shook her head with a rather amused smile. “I didn’t know that his powers worked that way.”

Barry hardly heard her. It was just her and him in the room now, and she was so beautiful in a casual navy-blue dress and a ponytail that he wanted nothing more than to kiss her senseless—but there had to be due process to this. That was what he’d spent a week on with Cisco, after all. He took a deep breath and stood from the couch. “Hey, Cait, I… I have something to tell you.”

“Hm?” Caitlin turned to him, an inquisitive look on her face. “What is it?”

“I,” he said, swallowing, and then panicking because the fact that Caitlin might not feel the same way—and the potential awkwardness that might stem from it—scrambled the entire speech he prepared, and all that was in his mind was I’m in love with you, I’m in love with you—“I’m in love with—with, ah, your… your… bangs…”

Her delicate brows knotted in confusion. “Thank… you? Barry, are you alright? You look really pale…”

“I’m fine,” he stuttered. All he could remember now was Cisco’s shoddy metaphor about muddy waterfalls and it was definitely not helping him right now. “Cait, I,” he tried again, “I—you—you look really great,” he managed, and when he saw the confusion clear from her face to be replaced by surprise, he continued before he lost his nerve, “I mean, you’ve always looked great, I always thought you were gorgeous, and caring, and really, really smart, and brave, and gorgeous, and, ah, I guess I’ve always felt something for you, but felt you were too good for me and you had Ronnie and Jay and I was with Iris and Linda and Patty and I guess there was never really a time when we had no one except that night we went to the karaoke together but I was too scared because god you were so beautiful and—ah—well, anyway, what I want to say is—I’minlovewithyou!”

The surprise in Caitlin’s face slowly melted into amusement, and then turned into a light blush that Barry decided he rather liked on her, especially since it was because of him—he only hoped it was because she felt the same way and not because she was embarrassed by his bumbling confession—

“Well?” she said.

“Wha…?”

She smiled up at him, and closed the distance between them. “Don’t stop there. Kiss me, you fool.”

Barry nearly melted in relief. He wrapped his arms around her waist, loving how she felt in his arms, and grinned goofily down on her. “Does that mean that you reciprocate…?” Since when, he wanted to ask, and why did we not do this earlier, why did it take us so long—

“Oh Barry,” she said, “you talk too much.” And with that, she tiptoed and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

True to form, Barry quickly got over his initial surprise and proceeded to return the kiss with fervour, snaking his hand into her hair to tilt her head up so he could have better access to her mouth. Her hands curled on his chest before they twined around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. A few heartbeats later, they pulled away from each other, smiling and a little breathless.

“I have my own confession to make,” Caitlin breathed against his lips.

“Hm?” Barry murmured, distracted by the way she was playing with the hairs at his nape.

“I heard everything.”

He froze. “What?”

“I heard everything you and Cisco talked about,” she clarified, smiling guiltily. “Everything since how my bangs are like a muddy waterfall.”

What?” Barry repeated dumbly. “Uh, well, ah, about that, in my defense that was Cisco’s idea—”

“It was adorable,” she teased. “I’d love to hear the rest of your little speech.”

Barry shook his head, a sly smile forming on his face. “Well,” he said, lips moving against the shell of her ear, “someone once complained I talk too much, so maybe I should just show it to you.”

When pressed his lips on her neck and began working his way down with his teeth and tongue, Caitlin decided that she rather preferred the show to the speech. 

———

When Caitlin and Barry emerged from the Cortex twenty minutes later, clothes ruffled and faces flushed, Cisco smiled smugly to himself. He recalled the vibe he had a week ago, just as he had clapped Barry’s arm following the latter’s confession: he saw himself in a white tux, giving a speech before Barry and Caitlin, and Barry was in a tux while Caitlin was arrayed in a resplendent white dress. In his opinion, they looked as happy and giddy on their wedding day as they did now.

Belatedly, he considered that the vibe could have been from another timeline or another earth, but when he saw Barry take Caitlin’s hand and whisper something to her that made her smile, he shrugged and figured his meddling couldn’t possibly be that bad.

Cisco gave himself a pat on the back and idly wondered if he could, upon mastering his powers, amass a fortune from being a love guru… 

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Notes: I’m not yet sure how Cisco’s powers work. Was wondering if he could sense vibrations not only from other Earths or when there’s a breach, but also from past and future within Earth 1?

P.S. While I was tagging this post, I misspelled “cisco ramon” as “cisco tamon” and it immediately autocorrected to “cisco tampon” … and I was just laughing so hard that my laughter turned into silent vibrating (yes I’m sorry I couldn’t resist the pun) haha okay sorry just sharing the insanity have a nice day

staos, ch4: of monocles and markers

on Ao3 | on ffnet

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I actually meant to post this yesterday but I was just…too mad. I was really mad. So many levels of upset and pissed. I’m not going to go into any details but……I’ve spent so much of the past 3 days angry.

Shoutout to the @ml-network​ and @mlfanfiction​ and a bunch of others for listening to me yell. And also a mega shoutout to @reyxa​ for listening to me scream for literally 3 hours. Friends who stay up until 2:30 am screaming together stay together.

Also I can’t believe how many people didn’t think I would write more Marichat. This is an equal opportunity fic for these ships. Of course there’s Marichat

Also @peggdaniels​ made this awesome gifset for mlfandomweek!!!! Enjoy!


Adrien looks back down to the picture. He…doesn’t remember this happening? When did Marinette put her hand on his cheek? “Uh…” He’s not exactly sure what the socially acceptable response to this is. “Congratulations?”

Marinette turns bright red and buries her face in her hands.

Nino rubs her back. “It’s going to be okay, dude.”

Adrien reads the comment before clicking on the notes. He can already see some not so great reblogs. “When did you post this?” he asks.

Alya shrugs. “Two minutes ago?”

Yikes.

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