#geralt pines and it's become a theme

[limerental]

limerental's themed self-rec lists

read my old fics, you cowards! these are majority witcher fics, because i have an illness.

silly goofy modern au

how long we were fool'd - jaskier/yennefer(&geralt)

married neighbors yennskier, suburban dad!geralt, modern witchers, little kid ciri, aroace geralt, relationship misunderstandings, borzoi roach, supernatural mystery, some canon-typical violence, found family nonsense, and my own clairvoyance in writing yennskier husband-wife but it was spring 2020

(don't) poke the sleeping dragon - jaskier/yennefer/geralt

a retelling of bottled appetites but it's a nerdy fantasy music festival, copious drug use, yennefer's sick wizard van, unicorn edibles, golden dragon dildos, outdoor sex, geralt getting pegged and double penetrated, a dialogue only threesome, accidental yearning old friend geraskier tenderness, and someone once told me they wouldn't read this fic because yen had her tits out in the summary and i will always remember that criticism for the rest of my life

as if you were a mythical thing - yennefer/geralt

old married couple, dom/sub dynamics, sex unicorn mention, geralt is very vanilla but loves his kinky wife, and he's too autistic about horses not to ruin ponyplay with horse facts

this one might hurt

long on the road & how light carries on - geralt/jaskier (eventual geralt/regis in the sequel, plus many platonic relationships)

the 80s trucker/hitchhiker au that got away from me, vietnam vet trucker geralt, aging hippie musician jaskier, AIDS crisis, terminal illnesses, dealing with mortality, falling in love, road tripping, copious american geography, period-typical queer community issues, and then... life after loss, aging, grief and mourning, queer and traumatized family dynamics both found and otherwise, finding love again, and watching the sun set on a life well lived

in dark and twisted braids - fringilla &/ yennefer

aretuza school days slumber parties, girlhood crushes, pining, unrequited love, i shook a sorceress and intergenerational trauma fell out, the inherent adolescent horror of making lasting decisions about your future when you are barely 18 but even worse because there's war and violence and permanent alterations to your body and forced sterilization and your little schoolgirl crush on someone you thought was a friend ends in betrayal and bloodshed and you end up on opposite sides of the war and she never even looked your way or thought about you and--

then send down the storm - aiden/lambert, lambert/geralt(/yennefer)

witcher roadtripping, just guys being dudes, horse stuff, winter at kaer morhen polyamory but different, ~trauma~, the mortifying ordeal of accepting you deserve more from life and also of being known, but it's too late (or is it?), grief and mourning and loss and love that was worth its loss, and also, the character death(s) are largely temporary.

aw that just ain't right :/

the witch in her tower - eskel/yennefer(/geralt)

dark fic, fairytale elements, hurt no comfort (mind the tags), morally dubious heartbroken yennefer, pining and years of yearning for geralt eskel, unrequited love, non-consensual mind control during sex, flashbacks to messed up witcher child abuse and violence and cruelty, the inherent horror of mutated and manipulated little boys becoming men who think they can't or shouldn't love paralleled with the inherent horror of enchanted and manipulated little girls becoming women who-- you get it.

the flesh calmly going cold - geralt/jaskier

this one's gross for real, a hunt gone wrong, hurt NO comfort, major character death and it's gross and tragic, gore, necrophilia, organs lovingly described (and jizzed on), basically it's just like that scene in twn where filavandrel exploded but if francesca humped his goo after. sorry.

blood of the covenant (water of the womb) - geralt/&renfri, geralt/stregobor

supernatural pregnancy body horror as revenge, ......pregobor, black sun princess trauma and curses, apocalyptic monster fetus imagery, it's about women and violence against women and evil men suffering for inflicting that violence mostly, and also the evils of standing by and watching evil happen. also, yes stregobor is magical yucky bella swan pregnant and then bad stuff happens to everybody.

#my fic #self-rec #witcher fic #themed rec lists yay! #the last three have dead dove themes technically but not like. idk i've changed my mind on what constitutes dead dove in this fandom #basically there's gore and body horror and some non-con in the last few #the tone difference from the first to the last is SO funny

[samstree]

44 with geraskier for the dialogue prompts?? if you feel like it 💜💜

In Plain Sight

44. "Tell me you love me one more time."

(1.2k, geralt pines and it’s becoming a theme)

AO3

“Jaskier.”

“Yes, dear husband?”

Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose. “Stop it. It’s over now.”

“Why I don’t know what you mean,” Jaskier says cheekily, cupping Geralt’s cheeks with both hands, squeezing gently. “Light of my life, heart of my songs, fire of my—”

“Don’t finish the thought.” Geralt is so very close to begging and, by some miracle, Jaskier relents. The bard releases him with a slight pout and picks up the scissors again for the futile endeavor of recreating his old haircut.

It turns out one tends to forget how their short hair is styled after keeping it long for too long. Jaskier is determined to shed his false persona, but Geralt only gives a contemplative hum.

Shame, he really liked the long hair.

“Alright, I’ll stop.” Jaskier presses his face close to the mirror to trim the fringe above his brows. “What did you want?”

“Now what?”

“You mean now that the mission is over and you don’t need to play the doting husband anymore, what will we do?”

Geralt simply crosses his arms in answer.

“You won’t need to do anything, darling witcher.” Jaskier winks at him through the mirror. “I’ll write a letter, make up some excuses or a breakup. Maybe some horrible accident that took my husband from me way too early? Which one do you prefer? Know that I’d make the most convincing widow. Heartbreak does come so naturally at this point. Practice makes perfect, am I right? Anyway, it’s only my mission, so you can be on your merry way by this evening.”

“Just like that?” Geralt frowns.

Somehow, it seems surreal that their little farce is already over. Just a month, Jaskier said at the time, a month of wine and food and dancing with your best friend, and oh, we need to pretend to be hopelessly in love. Also, it’s kind of a life-and-death situation, so…act for your life. Well, my life.

And it was so easy to pretend to be in love with Jaskier, to hold his hand in the public eye and murmur sweet nothings into his ear.

Too easy, because Geralt has done it in his dreams a million times.

And now he’s waking up.

“Still,” Geralt clears his throat, “where will you go?”

“Novigrad, I’m sure. Report duty to Dijkstra. Urgh, that’ll go well.” Jaskier puts down the scissors with a thud, grimacing. “The man has never approved of my method, and now he’ll say I’ve drawn too much attention, with a fake husband so less. Will a spy master ever understand the merit of hiding in plain sight? Well, he’s no boss of me.”

“He literally is, Jaskier.” Worry churns in Geralt’s stomach. This whole spying business always leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. It’s dangerous in a way that makes Geralt feel wrong-footed. Monsters he can deal with, but Jaskier being involved in the political upheaval of the North…

He’s just a bard, for fuck’s sake.

“You’re sure you can handle it on your own?” Geralt asks again, hiding the uncertainty in his voice. He must be doing a terrible job because Jaskier’s eyes widen in understanding.

“Oh,” he breathes, “Geralt, it’s sweet that you worry, but I know how to stay out of trouble.”

“History may suggest otherwise.”

“History suggests,” Jaskier deadpans, placing a hand on Geralt’s forearm, “that I’ve survived this far, and I can take care of myself. Yes, even when you’re not there, darling.”

The endearment manages to make Geralt’s heart flutter, despite having heard it every day in the past month. It’s because this is real, he knows. It’s Jaskier’s words to him, and only him. No one else is listening.

“I could go to Redania. Take the long way home,” Geralt offers, knowing that one word from Jaskier and he’ll go anywhere on the continent.

But Jaskier smiles that smile only reserved for him, his eyes crinkling with warmth.

“And here it goes, all the façade of your grunts and scowls. I know you are soft for me, somewhere deep down, and all the pretense can’t hide it.”

“Wasn’t trying to.” It slips out too easily, hitting too close to home, so Geralt amends, “I’m playing your husband, remember?”

“Hmm. It’s hard not to.”

The tiny smile widens, and Jaskier’s happy scent is so overwhelming Geralt has to will his face not to flush. He fails.

“Well, husband,” Jaskier adds, mischief gleaming in his eyes, “if you are truly dismayed to part with me, perhaps I can keep something of yours. After all, the road is full of danger. Who knows what kind of beasts are out there?”

Jaskier is standing too close and Geralt’s voice comes out a bit too hoarse for his liking.

“What will you keep?”

“Why don’t you…tell me you love me,” Jaskier swallows, eyes drifting down a smidge, “one more time. For our short-lived marriage.”

“I—”

Geralt opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He steps back, the most horrible thought crossing his mind—

If he says it out loud, it’ll be real.

“Jaskier, I—” he winces as the bard snaps out of his stupor. “I can’t—”

Jaskier retreats, his hands returning to his side and smoothing his doublet nervously.

“No, of course not.” The bard shakes his head as if to berate himself. “We are not acting anymore, and there’s no one here, so… I shouldn’t have.”

The distance between them is too great for Geralt’s heart to handle, but he stays where he is as Jaskier packs away his things and sling the lute onto his back, his head ducked low the entire time.

“Anyway, see you around,” Jaskier exhales, and passes Geralt, still not meeting his gaze.

Geralt flexes his fists a few times awkwardly as Jaskier walks away, before instinct takes over and he calls out.

“Wait.”

“Wha—oomph!”

Before Jaskier can react, Geralt has turned around and pulled him into a hug—a surprise to the both of them—their bodies slamming into each other with unexpected force, their arms winding tightly. Geralt burrows into Jaskier’s neck so the broken look on his face can never be seen.

“Don’t die in Redania,” he says eventually, letting out a shuddering breath.

“You too. Don’t forget—don’t let Roach forget me.”

Geralt’s hand ends up at Jaskier’s nape, touching the freshly trimmed stubbles there. He misses when he could thread his fingers through Jaskier’s long hair. He misses playing with it as countless eyes watch.

He wishes he could do it still, with no one watching.

“Okay.”

And then Jaskier is gone, rounding a corner to disappear into the hallway in no time. His strides are way too quick for Geralt to discern the falter in his steps, his face turned away the whole time.

Jaskier never looks back once.

For the first time in a month, the space between Geralt’s arms is truly empty, just like the bard-shaped hole in his chest, carved out by years worth of longing.

And it won’t be filled for a while yet.

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#geraskier #geraskier fic #geralt x jaskier #fake relationship #mutual pining #spy jaskier #sorry about the hair #geralt pines and it's become a theme #also hiding in plain sight #get it? #geralt hides his yearn in plain sight because they are playing ~husbands~

[alwaysfoolsparsley]

The Decision

(For the theme “Beginnings”; 1,232 words; no warnings; some indirect book allusions but no spoilers; x posted to AO3 here)

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What if destiny gave you a choice? If you were shown the outcome - however long and torrid and twisting - of a fateful decision. If you could watch one choice as it spills out into eternity. What if you saw - if you felt -  all the pain and the heartache that would follow. What if fate showed this to you, and asked you to choose? Would you make the same decision, or save yourself the pain and walk away?

Geralt's head was swimming, his body burning all over, bile churning in his belly threatening to come out. He opened his eyes, but everything was black. He struggled to stand, but he couldn't find the floor. He pressed against nothingness; he was in nothingness; suspended outside of space and time.

"Don't be afraid," a voice said from behind him. He turned towards the voice, already knowing who he would see: the sorceress, Yennefer of Vengerberg. Shining white stars appeared in the blackness around them as if called into existence by her presence. Such was her power, even the stars were attracted to her and would come out to illuminate her.

He remembered now - her skin, glowing gold in the afternoon light, warm beneath his fingertips; her eyes, milky purple like summer violets, sparkling up at him, drawing him in; her lips, soft and wet with lipstick; that scent, lilac and gooseberries. The last thing he remembered was the house in Rinde and being put under her spell.

"You're unconscious," she said, calmly. She had moved closer to him, though he had not seen her walk. She appeared directly in front of him now, looking up at him with those violet eyes. He found himself transfixed by her, as he had when he had first seen her just hours before. Something about her drew him in: like a sailor to a siren; a moth to an open flame. "You're about to wake," Yennefer explained, "and shortly thereafter you're going to make a decision. Do you see it?"

"Yes," he said. He could see it, somehow. He saw her calling on the djinn, saw its power, saw her fate. He felt himself make the wish, the words tumbling over his lips, binding their fates together. A rash and reckless wish perhaps, for a sorceress he barely knew, but in that moment, he saw her, knew her, and he could not pull away; he could only pull himself deeper towards her.

He saw and felt all this in an instant - thought he also knew none of it had yet happened. Strange, he thought, he had never seen the future before. Though it did not scare him.

"I want to give you a choice," Yennefer said, awakening him from his vision. "You should have the opportunity to make a different decision."

Geralt looked down at her and saw there were tears in the corners of her eyes, sparkling like precious diamonds she was about to discard. Instinctively he pulled her to him, holding her firmly with one hand against the small of her back. He held his other hand to her face, his rough palm against her soft cheek, his fingertips just brushing against a few stray locks of her long black hair. It felt entirely natural to hold her in his arms - as if she had always belonged there, and had returned there many times - though he had never held her before.

"No," he said, firmly, feeling the words with utter certainty. "I can't make a different decision. There is no other decision to make."

Yennefer looked away, hiding her face against his palm. He felt her wet tears falling on his fingers. "That's not true," she said. "You don't have to make the wish. You can choose to walk away. To save yourself - perhaps save us both. Just look, look at what happens to us. All the pain we will cause. I want you to know what will happen before you choose."

He could see it all now, somehow: their entire lives stretching out in front of him, like a river of time, spiraling into the night sky. He saw the wish, saw her dark curls across a red velvet pillow, he saw his hands on her arms, felt her lips against his neck; he saw the two of them come together and ricochet apart - the force that pulled them together equally pushing them away from each other; he saw them make love a hundred, no, a thousand times: at the peak of the tallest of the Kestrel Mountains, in a valley of wild flowers in Adern, in the heart of a pine forest, by a crackling fire, on a balcony overlooking a busy city, and - by magic - far beneath the surface of a deep blue lake; he saw anger in her dark purple eyes; he saw her hurl insults and jars of preserves at him; he felt his muscles tense with rage; he felt the burning bile of fear and distrust in his stomach; he felt a shard of ice; he saw a kestrel soaring across the night sky; he smelt fire; saw the glint of steel; the deep red of spilled blood; he saw himself alone on the Path, long and endless, cold at night, with a lone star above to guide him; he saw Ciri, his daughter, wrapped in her arms as she protected them both from darkness closing around them; he felt the warmth of her skin against his; he felt her hand, holding his, slip from his grasp; he saw her eyes, deep and endless and intoxicating, staring back at his with a kind of love he didn't believe he could ever deserve, and he couldn't look away.

He saw all of this and held her close. "I can't make a different decision," he said.

"You can," she insisted.

"Fine then, I won't." he said. "How could you think that in showing me all this, I would change my mind? What, to avoid the pain? That would mean sacrificing all the rest along with it. Without sorrow, there is no joy. You are my sorrow, you are my joy. My pleasure and my pain. I will have it all."

She laughed, wiping the tears away from her eyes with her slender fingers. "You really are a fool."

"Yen, how are you doing this?" he asked. He knew her power was great, but whatever this magic was, it was beyond even her capabilities. "Is this really you?"

"Hush now," she whispered. "It doesn't matter, does it? Soon you will wake, and not remember any of this. But you will make the same decision - I gave you the choice, but if you're sure that's what you want, you will make it again."

"Then let me wake," he said. He held both of her hands in his and gently kissed her fingertips. "So I can see you again, now that I know what will become of us."

He felt his eyes closing, his body becoming limp, the world around him swirling away like smoke, and her fingers slipping from his grasp. His thoughts faded too, his memories, his premonitions, until all that that remained was... her; the feeling of her; the touch of her skin; the sparkle of her eyes; her soft lips; and that scent. That, he remembered, he felt, with the core of his being, and after that, there was nothing to decide.

#stuffedunicorns #geralt x yennefer #witcher #geralt #yennefer #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #yenralt week 2020 #witcher fanfiction #witcher fic #the witcher #fanfiction #fate #destiny #free will #does any of that matter #so angsty because I love Geralt and Yen so much but they make me so sad #yes I write angst as well as dumb jokes

[ao3feed-geralt-jaskier]

by MiraculousCuddlebug

Much to Jaskier's horror, the Wolves of Kaer Morhen haven't celebrated the holidays in years. He becomes determined to give them the best last-minute celebration he can, filled with mistletoe and home-cooked food.

(Rated teen for language, light alcohol use, and slightly ~suggestive~ themes)

Words: 3682, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Vesemir (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Lil' Bleater (The Witcher)

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Holidays, Cooking, Mutual Pining, Mistletoe, Getting Together, Found Family, Winter At Kaer Morhen, Light Angst

#AO3 works tagged 'Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion' #ao3feed #fanfic #the witche

[lustresky]

make me feel [bi!bucky barnes x bi!f!reader]

summary: Let’s just say that you and Bucky aren’t as bright as you both think you are. (Or, a story in which you both find out that the other isn’t actually completely over the fence— If you know what I mean.)

wc: 2800ish.

themes: reader and bucky are both bi disasters, misunderstandings, pining, a lil’ bit of angst?, crack? (idek at this point lmao), happy endings, not so subtle the witcher references, everyone else in the team getting tired of reader n bucky’s dumbasses.

a/n: title is a song by janelle monáe! also this is inspired by seb saying ‘bi rights!’ and well... also by me being a dumbass bi. this felt like the longest x reader i’ve ever written when in reality it’s the shortest one i’ve ever written lol. :’) oh well!

if you have any questions about this fic, feel free to send me an ask! c:

“Isn’t she just—“ You sigh dreamily, one of your arms coming up to rest at the table; your head then promptly laying on it. “God, I’m like— so gay.”

Bucky just laughs, ignoring the twinge of emotion in his chest. He sips his coffee, eyeing you through the corner of his eye.

Your eyes had been stuck on the Russian spy for the past ten minutes, now. Natasha, however, hadn’t noticed it all; which Bucky finds both funny and depressing.

Funny, because seeing the usually alert assassin being oblivious to your feelings is amusing; and depressing, because he knows that he’ll never be the object of your affections.

The reason isn’t even because of his past— you had made it clear to him numerous times before that you don’t think any less of him because of his history. It isn’t even about his arm— you had called it “Cool.” and “Awesome!” a handful of times before.

No; the reason that he’ll never be able to be with you is because you swing your bat for your own team.

Bucky just lets out a quiet sigh, blowing his coffee to cool it down some more.

When Natasha turns her head to give you both a smile, he doesn’t contain the small chuckle coming out of his throat when you suddenly flinch in your seat.

He wants more, he always had, but he knows better than to hope for things that he can never have.

I’ll just have to settle for this.

Bucky takes another sip.

“Damn.”

You look up from the TV; your view being greeted by Bucky as he sits next to you on the sofa, metal arm gleaming from the dim light of the screen.

The said television currently displays a very delightful and deliciously naked scene of Geralt of Rivia; the camera panning up from his thunderous thighs to his thick upper body— the only thing keeping the whole moment ‘Netflix-Show-Friendly’ is the white cloth haphazardly thrown across his waist, covering his dignity.

You snort as Bucky continues to hungrily stare at the fictional character, unashamed. His eyes are wide, pupils blown and you can’t help but feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Looks like someone’s a lil’ gay too, huh?” You laugh, trying to swallow down the feeling of heartache.

Bucky just chuckles back, eyes still focused on the screen. “You can say that…”

You tear your gaze off of the super soldier, doing your best to keep your disappointment at bay.

It isn’t his fault; you of all people know that you can’t exactly control what and who you’re attracted and not attracted to.

In fact, it’s your fault for falling for someone who’ll never like you that way.

Bucky will never look at you like that— you know that— but there are times, times like this…

Times where his arm is wrapped around your shoulders, times where your head is tucked under his chin, times where your back is pressed against his chest…

That you fool yourself into the idea of maybe you two can have something more.

Even if you know better.

Bucky hears the clacking of heels behind him, followed by the familiar whistling of Sam when he sees something he likes.

“Goddamn, Y/N!” He hoots, promptly making Bucky turn around from his area on the stove upon hearing your name.

His breath hitches up in his throat as he sees you: a form fitting and long sleeved black dress hugging every part of your body, ending quite high above your knees and showing off a garter on your left leg. Your hair is tousled, framing your face. The whole outfit is paired with black heels, and Bucky knows for sure that anyone else who’ll see you in it will do a double take.

You laugh at Sam. “Sorry, honey, but you know that I don’t see you that way.” You give him a wink, eyelashes fluttering as the eye-shadow on your eyelid glitters. Bucky can slowly feel his knees turning into jelly.

He quickly brushes off the butterflies in his stomach, trying to regain his composure.

Bucky clears his throat and sends you a smile, which he hopes doesn’t look too strained. “You look great, Y/N.”

Whatever his complicated feelings are, he isn’t going to let them stop him from giving you a genuine compliment. Bucky knows how happy it makes you whenever he gasses you up.

As he had expected, you give him a huge smile. “Awh— thanks, Buck.”

Before Bucky can reply, Sam slides back into the conversation. “So what’s all this for, then?” He asks, one eyebrow up. After a beat, he smirks. “Got a date?”

Bucky ignores the heart wrenching feeling in his chest.

You laugh, and that’s when he notices the folded flag in your hands. You unfold it and wrap it around your shoulders. “Nah, just got a parade to go to. You know how it is.” You send him another wink.

The flag has a tricolour design.

Bucky had never seen it before.

Sam just laughs, bright chuckles filling up the otherwise empty space. “I see you, honey. I see you.”

You tie the flag into a knot around your neck, giggling. “Well,” You say, arranging your hair, grabbing a clutch from God knows where. “Enjoy yourselves boys, I know I will.”

With a final wink— and even a salute— you step out of Bucky and Sam’s view, heels clacking once more as you make your way to the elevator.

Bucky’s trance gets broken as soon as he hears Sam snickering. He turns, feeling his cheeks flush with heat.

“What.” He says, furrowing his eyebrows, trying his best to look annoyed even if embarrassment is slowly eating away at him.

Sam just laughs. “God, you need to tell Y/N that you’re into her. I’ve been seeing you pine over her for months, dude. You gotta tell her the truth.”

Bucky scoffs and turns back to the stove, seeing his food now burnt to a crisp. Great. “Yeah, no thanks.” He says, embarrassment now being replaced by exasperation.

Sam groans back. “She’s clearly into you—“

“No, she isn’t,” Bucky cuts Sam off before he can even say anything else; annoyance quickly turning into rage.

He looks back at Sam. “I know she isn’t.”

After a beat, Sam scoffs. “As much as you think you know shit,” He starts, shaking his head.

“You don't know shit.”

You can’t help but let out a small whimper once Bucky’s fist collides with the boxing bag.

The way his muscles flex at every punch, the way the veins in his neck pop out at every grunt, the way his tank top clung to everything…

God. He looks absolutely appetizing.

Wanda snickers from beside you. She passes you a water bottle and you take no more than five seconds to chug it all down. “Well,” She laughs. “Someone’s thirsty today.”

You wipe your mouth, groaning. “Shut up.”

Wanda just giggles. “Awh, come on Y/N, you can be honest with me.”

You turn to look at her, being greeted by her wiggling eyebrows. “Ugh, I don’t wanna talk about it, Wanda.” You roll your eyes and turn your head back again.

Which is a mistake on your part— because as you do so, you’re welcomed by the sight of Bucky’s toned stomach; his hands grabbing onto the bottom of his tank top, rubbing the sweat off of his forehead.

You proceed to choke on air.

Wanda just cackles harder and louder— but at least she has enough empathy to pat your back.

Bucky, upon hearing the boisterous laughter, drops his hold on the tank top. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, before his eyes land on you; his lips then curling up into a small smile.

The heat in your cheeks becomes even hotter, but you manage to compose yourself just for a second to send him a grin; albeit crooked and a bit awkward.

Thankfully he doesn’t notice anything.

As Bucky turns back around to face the other side of the gym, you turn back to Wanda— face fuming.

“Be quiet!” You hiss, irritation and embarrassment settling in. “He can’t know that I’m into him, okay?”

Wanda raises an eyebrow, face contorted to a look of incredulity. “Why?” She proceeds to poke you on your shoulder. “It’s clear that you guys both like each other— just confess already. I’m tired of it.” She groans and rolls her eyes.

You scoff and let your eyes fall downcast onto the wooden floor.

“Trust me…” You sigh, feeling the disappointment bubbling in your stomach. “He doesn’t like me that way.”

Wanda lets out a noise of disagreement. “I don’t even need to get in his head to know that he’s into you—“

“Wanda just—“ You cut her off, lifting your eyes up from the floor to stare at her fully. The disbelief in her eyes upon hearing your words is clear, but it isn’t enough to erase the feeling of heartache in your chest. “Just trust me...”

“I’m sure of it.”

“Oh come on— Y/N!” Tony shouts, sounding exasperated, making you lift your eyes from the chicken on your plate and onto his upon hearing your name.

You cock an eyebrow at him, hands paused midway into cutting your meal. “Yeah, Tony?”

Steve raises a hand up to cover Tony’s mouth, but the billionaire manages to swat it out of the way. “Would you— as in-eloquent as this may sound— bang Mr. Barnes?” He asks, face determined and jaw set tight.

The rest of the chatter on the dinner table promptly stops. Natasha and Wanda both look amused, but the rest of the team just looks either: A) Confused, B) Disgusted, or C) An equal yet unfortunate mix of both.

You don’t say anything for a few seconds, caught too off guard to even answer. After a minute your mouth opens, but it closes back just as quick— open and close just like a fish.

Tony groans, arms crossing around his chest like a child. He leans forward to your direction. “Well? Yes or no?”

You force your lips to part with the intention of saying a reply, but Bucky beats you to it.

“Stark, I think we all know that Y/N would never say yes.” He says, voice dark and unamused.

“Well, I— for one— don’t,” Tony replies, not even letting you speak. His brows are furrowed as he shakes his head. He lifts one hand up, a finger going down as he says, “First off, and I say this totally platonically, you’re jacked. Second, we’re not blind— we see you both cuddling at the sofa when you’re watching The Witcher; and third, as a super soldier, your stamina in bed—“

Bucky cuts him off before he can even continue. “It’s because I’m a man, Stark.” His eyes narrow, annoyance and anger clear on his face. “Don’t you see that Y/N’s not into that?”

Your eyes widen, and before anyone else can interrupt you, you say, “Hold up— what?”

Bucky just stares back at you; and you notice the irritation on his face slowly morphing into hopelessness. “Aren’t you— you know…” Bucky lets out a sigh, metal hand waving in the air. “Gay?”

“What?” You respond back, eyebrows now knit together in confusion and surprise. “I mean yeah, but— no?”

Bucky just looks back at you in confusion.

“I’m not— I’m not gay. Not exactly,” You shake your head. “I’m bi— you know, as in bisexual?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, eyes wide in shock.

A silence reigns over the table before Tony breaks it again.

“Well that means that that lil’ reason is unjustifiable, then!” He claps his hands. “So what is it, Y/N? A yes? A no?”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of rejection starting to bubble in your stomach. You know your answer, but it didn’t matter in the end.

“I don’t think what ever I’ll say will be worth it in the long run, Tony,” You try to play off the heartache by turning back to your plate. “Besides, I don’t have a chance, anyways.” You laugh half heartedly.

A beat passes— even Tony doesn’t reply to your words— until…

“What do you mean you don’t?” Bucky asks, low enough to be a whisper, but loud enough for you to catch it.

You look up, staring back into his cerulean eyes. “Well...” You try not to show your feelings as you shrug your shoulders. “Aren’t you gay?”

A pause, then— Bucky snorts. Actually snorts.

“Doll, I’m not—“ His eyes are crinkling, smile stretched wide. “I mean, yes, but I’m… I’m into women just as much as I am into men.”

You let your jaw drop.

Wait… So that meant…

This time, Steve interrupts. “Okay… I think I’ve had enough of dinner, how about we watch a film?” He stands up from his seat, his own chair loudly scratching against the wood as he tries to act nonchalant.

Everyone else— except you and Bucky— stands up, a chorus of “Yeah, sure.”‘s and awkward coughs filling the room. The team heads out in a straight file into the communal space.

Tony, before disappearing into the corner, sends you both a wink; Steve promptly whisks him away.

You look back at Bucky.

The two of you just stare at each other wordlessly; still reeling over the fact that you two had both been absolute idiots.

For a few minutes, silence engulfs both of you, until Bucky coughs.

“You still—“ He lifts up an arm and rubs the back of his neck, a nervous tick that you instantly recognize. “You still haven’t answered Stark’s question…”

You sit straighter in your seat, surprised at his words. The heat creeps up to your cheeks; and although you know now that you actually have a chance, the weight of rejection is still heavy.

After all, you had already accepted being turned down because of his ‘supposed’ attraction not including your sex— which, truthfully, hurts less than being rejected because of anything else.

You let out a chuckle, but it doesn’t end up sounding as happy as you had wanted it to be. “It’s not that important, Buck— you don’t want to know, trust me.” Your eyes fall down to your unfinished meal once more.

Bucky lets out a sigh, and for a few seconds he doesn’t say anything. Until…

“That’s the thing, Y/N… I— I want to.”

You look up, making eye contact once more.

“I want to know,” He says, eyes full of hope yet also doubt. “I’d rather know now than never.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat.

“So?” Bucky smiles, a small, unsure one. “Do you— as per Tony’s words— want to bang me?”

The laugh escapes your mouth as soon as Bucky pronounces those words, and you just take a second to compose yourself. God, isn’t this night just eventful?

As the last few giggles come out, you shake your head, feeling the courage to say the truth run up your veins.

Fuck it.

You fix your gaze into Bucky’s eyes— those cerulean blues that you can get lost in for days.

“I do want to bang you, Sergeant Barnes,” You say, and as his eyes flash with joy as your mouth quirks into a grin.

“But I don’t want just that…”

Before you know it, you had stood up from your seat and are now walking towards him; the fearlessness in you becoming bigger and bigger with each step you take.

Once you reach him, he stands up from his seat as well. He towers over you easily, but instead of being intimidated, you feel comforted.

“I want to… I want to go on dates with you, I want to cuddle with you, I want to talk about everything and nothing and just—“ You look up at him through your eyelashes, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you grip onto your nerves.

“I want you.”

Bucky doesn’t respond for a moment, prompting you to worry that you might’ve misread the situation, but instead of words he leans down— capturing your lips with a soft peck.

It’s quick, chaste— but it’s enough for your heart to soar.

You gaze back into his eyes, feeling your cheeks burn and the butterflies in your stomach having a party.

Bucky smiles, lips quirked so high upwards that his eyes crinkled. You think— no, you’re sure— that you’d never get enough of the sight.

“I want you too.”

“Buck, how in the hell did you not know that I was bi? I walked around with a whole ass pride flag on my back!”

“It isn’t my fault that we didn’t have those back in the day— and besides, I’ve never heard you talk about having a crush on another guy!”

“That’s because I had a crush on you, dumb-ass. Plus, what about you? You spend all your time ogling at Geralt, I’ve never even seen you stare at a woman!”

“That’s because the only woman that I have my eyes on is you, doll!”

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tagged by @chestnutblondehead

Rules: Pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions. Don’t cheat. Tag some people.

roswell, new mexico

zoey's extraordinary playlist

the witcher

the healing powers of dude

high school musical: the musical: the series

Who is your favorite character in 2?

i feel like i gotta say leif bc he's my icon and i love mtg A Lot. and it wouldn't be wrong, i definitely think leif is my favorite from the show. but i do love zoey too, i have to admit. she's a very close second. (and she would be #1 if i didn't love hot villains so much, lol)

Who is your least favorite character in 1?

can i say isobel? i feel bad saying isobel but i guess with all the possession stuff in s1, i just felt i couldn't like her, especially before we found out about the possession stuff and i thought it was a dual personality thing. i haven't started s2 so maybe she'll grow on me in those eps.

What is your favorite episode of 4?

ughhhh they all really blur together. i mean, not in a bad way, but they were really so closely tied to one another - i guess episode 5, "middle school musical". it was sweet seeing noah and simon supporting amara, and i felt it was a good episode to represent disabled people. i mean, it really shined a light on the way society treats them, and it ended up with said disabled lead amara finally getting her time to shine. who knew she could sing so well?

What is your favorite season of 5?

it's only got the one so far, lol. so i guess i have to say that's my favorite for now, but it probably won't be for long with s2 focusing on a production of batb

Who is your favorite couple in 3?

they're not canon (yet) but geralt/jaskier. obviously. let the bard be gay for the hot monster killer!

Who is your favorite couple in 2?

can i just say leif/tobin to avoid any sort of controversy? so... leif/tobin. (the coder boyfriends!)

Who is your favorite actor in 4?

jace chapman is an excellent child actor. he particularly shines in the scenes where noah is experiencing intense anxiety. they're so similar to how i feel/act/think when i'm anxious, so i was really able to see myself in the character. i have to say, i do love larisa oleynik and tom everett scott too as noah's parents. they're fun, cute, and dorky without seeming incompetent and they really do have noah's best interest at heart. it was really sweet to see and i almost wish they could be my parents, lol. (though i also think they're pretty as hell so that probably wouldn't work out for me, haha)

Which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

apples and oranges, man. like, one's a cheesy teen drama, another is a heartfelt musical dramedy, and the other is... well, a teen dramedy? okay, so there are some similarities, but it's hard for me to choose. i can say that zep is the one i enjoy most right now, just 'cause it's such a feel-good show to watch with everything going on in the world right now, but overall? i might have to say hsmtmts, just 'cause i really feel so attached to those characters/that world as a whole (even if the pacing of s1 got a little messy at times).

Which show have you seen more episodes of - 1 or 3?

roswell, new mexico. ironically, though, i really need to play catch-up on both. i now have several s2 eps of rnm to watch, and the second half of witcher s1!

If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

i literally am noah, let me just put that out there. like i relate to him so much, he's basically me when i was his age, just i'm a girl and he's a boy. i guess if i had to pick a character to be, maybe amara? bc she's a friend of his so she gets to kinda see things from the outside and help him out when he's struggling. (though poor girl is also pining for him hard, ugh, tween love is so messy. i never had a legit crush on a boy till i was 14, so i'd probably be safe in that regard.)

Would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

wow i really mixed up my own numbers here and started writing about a witcher/zep crossover, whoops

hell no. witcher is a bloody adult fantasy and healing powers of dude is a sweet kids' show. a crossover would never work. (though now i'm thinking about jaskier and geralt being father figures for lost orphan noah and i'm emo. it's such a crack-y concept but i like it lol)

Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple?

from what i can remember in s1, michael & liz had a fun dynamic. sort of a love-hate thing (as opposed to her and max which was nothing but love). i think they'd make an interesting pair. especially given the end of s1, as they'd bond over their shared grief over max.

What is your favorite episode of 1?

pffft i don't know. i almost wanna say the pilot, just bc it was the first scripted show i'd started watching after, like, a whole semester of barely watching anything, and it also brought me back to the cw after i quit watching the flash. plus, i obviously didn't really know what to expect, so i was impressed with the way the show got me invested in both max/liz and michael/alex in the span of one 42-minute episode.

What is your favorite episode of 5?

i also gotta say the pilot bc it was probably the funniest episode, in that it felt the most like some sort of self-aware mockumentary comedy, and the end cover of "start of something new" made me super nostalgic for the original hsm film. both of those elements kinda faded as the show went on and we got so invested in the characters, so, yeah. it was fun while it lasted.

What is your favorite season of 2?

it's only got the one, so again, that's kinda the only one i can give as my answer? but hopefully it gets renewed for at least a second 👀

How long have you watched 1?

it premiered in... like january, i think, of last year, so... since then. like a year, though as i keep saying, gotta play catch up on s2.

How did you become interested in 3?

henry cavill. yeah, that's it. he's hot and it was his first major project following the rumors about him being out as superman, so i wanted to see what it was all about. also, considering it's netflix, i was kinda hoping we'd see his ass, but apparently we do not. netflix can give us pine penis but not cavill ass. Sigh.

Overall, which show had the better storyline, 3 or 5?

i guess hsmtmts bc it kept me the most engaged? but it was also not bingeable, so. kinda hard to accurately compare the two. but i guess that's my answer, bc witcher was kinda confusing at times (and i haven't watched it since like late december/early january)

Which has better theme music, 2 or 4?

neither really has an official theme song, unless you count the music that plays over the title card at the beginning of their respective episodes. i guess i like the matching band sound of hsmtmts', but they're both so short to compare to one another.

if you ask me to compare soundtracks, i might also have to give an edge to hsmtmts just bc of the nostalgia factor and their amazing original songs. sorry, zep!

i tag: @waystobewicked @willlamschofield and anyone else who wants to do this bc i'm too lazy to tag rn lol

#tag game #long post