ok but steve and and bucky sitting down and going through nat’s list of Movies They Have To Watch To Survive The Modern Age together, making really dorky fun movie nights out of it. eventually they get to titanic and they’re making little comments about how cheesy it is, but they’re both secretly enjoying it and very into it. but then it gets to The Moment, and jack is clinging to the board, and rose is telling him she’ll never let go, and then he’s cold and stiff and she’s letting go, and steve’s knuckles are white.
“i have to–excuse me–”
and he’s up from the couch and shutting the bathroom door behind him.
“steve?” bucky pauses the movie, frozen on jack’s sinking form. “what’s going on?”
the silence before he answers is a beat too long, but eventually there comes a muffled, “i’m fine.”
bucky unfolds and approaches the bathroom carefully. he stares at the door, listens to steve’s uneven breathing, puts his right hand to the frame. “you’re not.”
steve laughs, like the uneven, breathy shudder of an animal in pain. “i’ll be fine,” he corrects.
bucky rubs his thumb against the wood nervously. “can i…?” he trails off. their boundaries are still so murky and fluid. some things are still off-limits.
steve huffs, and bucky can almost see the slackening line of his shoulders, the half-shake of his head. or he remembers something like it.
“you remember how you di–how you fell?”
“i know it…happened, i mean, i’ve read, i’ve been told but. i don’t.” he frowns, his hand slipping away from the doorframe. “i can’t see it in my head. not really."
"i can, buck,” steve says, each word tightly coiled in on itself and nearly trembling from the tension. “see it, i mean. for a long time, i couldn’t…i couldn’t stop seeing it.”
bucky’s gut twists–the discomfort of intrusion, empathy, guilt. "oh.“
"i’ll be fine,” steve says again, as if the saying of it will make it true.
bucky makes fists of both his hands, hesitates, makes a quarter-turn away from the door, clenches his jaw, turns back, breathes in, holds it for a moment too long, exhales too hard, the muscles around his eyes tightening. “i’m not–i mean it wasn’t–"
he sighs and turns, lowering himself so he can lay his back against the wall. "you didn’t…let go, steve. you didn’t let go.”
steve makes a stifled, painful sound on the other side.
bucky sits outside the bathroom until steve can breathe right again. when the door finally opens, steve gives his friend a shaky smile and helps him to his feet. they finish the movie and maybe they both wipe their eyes a bit when the credits start to roll but, graciously, neither of them mention it.
Pairing: Olicity Rating: Explicit Summary:you don’t make that sort of decision on the end of Oliver Queen’s magical tongue, Felicity Smoak. (Yes this is the ‘Oliver gives Felicity oral’ fic every writer in this fandom is gonna end up writing at some point because wow yes Oliver would be down (HUR) for that let’s not even lie guys).
So Oliver pulls down her panties and ducks his head and licks and –
It’s not the first time anyone’s gone down on her, okay, Felicity is a woman of the world, she dates, she’s very smart and she knows how to be pretty. And she spent her teenage years reading fanfic. She knows what she likes. She’s told most of the men and the two girls she’s slept with what she likes. Getting a sexual partner on board has never really been a problem, not since she worked her way up to understanding that she was entitled to make her preferences known in these situations in general (and on the occasions when they’ve refused, she’s chalked it up to the universe suggesting that this one might not be a keeper).
But this is Oliver, kneeling on the floor whilst she’s sprawled on the bed. Oliver, in a suit and tie she hasn’t quite managed to relieve him of yet (not for lack of trying, the tie is all askew and his top two buttons are undone), Oliver with his head between her thighs. She can reach down and run her fingers through his hair, dig her nails into his scalp – she can feel his stubble.
Okay Deja if the nerf war is nuzsquad do you have ideas on who is who
Several people, including myself, bought Nerf guns for impromptu battles in the hallways when we had free time. Mostly this was all good, clean fun, except for two of the guys down the hall, my roommate, and I.
We all thought, rightfully so, that factory built Nerf guns are bullshit. They’re weak, darts are too fucking light, the barrels cause too much friction, which makes them inaccurate and slow, and you have to re-cock them after each shot. That’s some fucking bullshit right there. So we fixed it.
We bought new, higher tensile springs. We bought PCP pipe and lubricant. We put BBs in the tips of our darts, and my roommate and even put in a second spring to automatically cock the gun,essentially turning them from bolt action pieces of shit into semi-automatic friendship-ruiners.
So when I moved back to Kanto, and into the apartment, I obviously brought my Nerf guns (my roommate Elli gave me his when we moved out), and I obviously attacked my roommates the first opportunity I had. OBVIOUSLY this led to everyone buying Nerf guns and modifying the shit out of them.
However, some of us were terrible shots, so certain measures had to be taken to make it possible for them to keep up. Avery practiced in his room every day, Noah built an extended clip for his gun, and Ale bought the fucking Vulcan and built a 600 dart belt for it because he decided aiming is for people who can’t fire 6 darts a second (he modded it for doubled firing speed using a small car battery and replaced mechanics).
And then there was Xaden.
Xaden was fucking terrible. Like almost so bad it couldn’t be for real. He once tried to ambush me coming around a corner from 2 feet away and missed by a good 6-7 inches. He literally could have slapped me and he missed. Whatever moving on.
So Xaden decides to solve his aim problems in the most Xaden way possible: online shopping. He bought 500 foam pellets for a marshmallow gun, two dozen foam discs, and a motherfucking t-shirt cannon.
You see, Xaden, much like Ale, decided aiming was for lames. So he would pour foam pellets into the cannon until it was half full, slip in a disc to keep them from falling out, then shotgun people in the face. I was his first victim and boy let me tell you that shit is terrifying.
So Xaden became the big dog in the house during Nerf battles, and the rest of us found ourselves unable to compete. So we all escalated in our own insane ways. Jonah and I, the former champions, modified our guns to fire faster, Avery added an extended magazine to his gun, Ale built a harness so that he could shoot his fucking stupid fucking bullet-storm piece of shit while moving. Noah booby-trapped various parts of our apartment. Suddenly, we were all better than Xaden again, so he decided to step his game up.
He started making paper cartridges that would explode open once fired. Suddenly, he could actually fire multiple times a minute, which meant once again, he was at the top. It didn’t help that our reluctance to shoot back out of fear of getting shot was allowing him to take his time, therefore drastically improving his aim.
So we stepped up again. I smooth out the cocking mechanism on my guns, improving my firing speed even faster. Jonah adds more weight to his darts, making them heavier and faster and much more painful. Ale buys a bigger battery, newer parts, and he perfects his belts, which increases his firing speed to 12 darts a second.
So Xaden steps up to take advantage of his improved aim and buys something called a Pucker Chucker which basically is a t-shirt cannon except it shoots foam pucks. This means we can’t just shoot at him from the other side of the apartment anymore, so we all step up again. I modify the rail on top to make aiming easier, Jonah modifies his grip to make it more comfortable, Ale and Avery modify their barrels to make them more accurate, and Noah jumps on board the crazy train and builds a goddamn under barrel cherry bomb launcher.
And this is where shit starts to spiral out of control.
Avery starts making smoke grenades, Ale solves his weakness against close quarters combat by using his battery to create a cattle prod to keep people back. Jonah breaks the head off an old golf club to use the shaft as a weapon, I put pins in the tips of all of my darts, and Xaden realizes that the Pucker Chucker can also shoot real hockey pucks after he steals my bucket of pucks from my room.
So it escalated a couple more steps but I’m going to leave them out partially out of a desire to keep moving forward and partially out of shame anywhoozle when we pull out our final contraptions and modifications that day we shifted from light-hearted fun that was a bit too far to literally combat. Noah had a sword. I don’t know where he got it from.
That battle was terrifying. Our normal fights were like an hour, two hours tops, then we would clean up, get together in the living room with some beers, and laugh about what happened. Honestly we should have known this was going to happen because when we did this after our previous fight, the laughter was less “haha remember when I shot Noah in the butthole? Classic.” and more “haha remember when I missed your face with that puck? Next time I won’t miss.”
So we somehow get into a battle again and this time things go south quickly which is bound to happen when you have a dude in a speedo swinging a sword around while rolling fireworks down the hall. It was literally chaos. There were fireworks and homemade smoke grenades and Ale made the electrical current in his cattle prod too strong and it was too close to the muzzle of his Vulcan so every few seconds you would just see a flaming dart wiz past and I built a fucking flamethrower and I don’t know what the fuck is going on so I’m just firing it in the general direction of Noah to keep him the fuck away. At some point Avery barricades himself in his room, and so we all run back to our rooms and hide.
We do this for three days. THREE DAYS. I missed classes. We all had junk food in our rooms, and private bathrooms, so that’s what we sustained ourselves on for three fucking days. I, however, try to eat healthy, so I ran out of food almost immediately. After not eating for a day and a half, with food literally less than 50 feet from where I was hiding, I decided that I was willing to risk a trip to the kitchen.
So here’s something important about our apartment: I was the only one who knew how to cook. I had tried to teach the others, but all that had accomplished was several kitchen fires. This meant when Jonah also ran out of food, he knew the only way to get a meal was to make peace with me. So he had snuck down the hall to my door, intent on asking me for help.
I did not know he was there.
So when I opened the door and saw a crouching figure in the shadows nearby, I assumed, I think justifiably, that it was the guy who had been swinging a sword at all of us the last time I saw him. So I pulled the trigger on my homemade flamethrower, only to see Jonah’s horrified face illuminated by the flames for a split second before they hit his torso.
Luckily, I was using a scavenged fuel source (computer screen cleaner), so the flames were weak, but still fire is fire and fire fucking hurts. So Jonah is rolling on the floor with first degree burns on his stomach and chest, and I’m freaking out because Jonah is my friend and I just set him on fire, so there is now a lot of screaming coming from the hall.
Now, to lighten the mood slightly, here’s a personality test. You hear the sounds of fire, followed shortly by screaming coming from the hall outside your room. What do you do?
Do you assume the crazy sword guy has finally snapped and is going to kill you all, so you climb out the window onto the fire escape? Congratulations, you’re Avery.
Do you hear the cries of pain and grab a first aid kit before sprinting into the hall to help? Hey! You’re Ale!
Do you hear the flames so you sprint into the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher? You are Xaden.
Do you come out into the hall to see what’s going on but also bring your sword just in case you have to stab someone? You are Noah and also mentally unstable please put your sword away.
So Ale comes out and he and I start administering first aid and luckily through a combination of the weakness of my fuel source, how quickly I stopped the flames, and the quickness of our treatments, Jonah only gets some first degree burns on his torso. Xaden puts out the last of the flames, Noah decides he doesn’t want to stab anyone today, and Avery decides that the lack of screaming is a good thing and he comes inside. I spend the next hour apologizing profusely while cooking everyone dinner, and we decide that hey we should probably have some rules for our Nerf fights to prevent this from ever happening again.
So we all eat, we establish rules about modifications and ammunition, and at the end of it all, we grab some beers, head into the living room, and tell Noah he needs to get rid of the sword seriously dude where did you get that from? [x]